Promising premise: Soldier Harry Lane (Don Castle) returns from WW II seeking his old job working for gangster Marty Floyd (Edward Keane). This disgruntles Floyd's lieutenant Al Conway (early Jeff Chandler), a plot theme that fizzles out. Floyd doesn't trust Lane because of the latter's gambling problem but rashly sends him to Las Vegas to make a $20,000 payout. Lane loses $5G at a casino and another $5G to a con man, then goes on the lam trying to recoup the dough and clear his name, on the way picking up a girl friend (Virginia Christine) as so often happens in such situations, at least in the movies.
The early scenes, shot on location in Las Vegas are of historical value, Bugsy Siegel's new Flamingo Hotel sitting all by itself in the middle of the desert in what's now some of the world's highest-priced real estate, looking as majestic as a mid-priced motel.
After that the film reverts to the low-budget B movie it was meant to be, reflected not only in the no-name cast and dull settings, but in a script full of implausible actions and people tracking other people down with no explanation of how or why.
Still an enjoyable little time killer. The cast all do a good job even if most are forgotten today and the plot's resolution is almost convincing. Just too bad the rest doesn't live up to the first twenty minutes or so.