Endstation Mord

It's oddly named because this movie really has nothing to do with a gambling house.

Gambler Marc Fury (Victor Mature) opens the film by staggering into his apartment, drops of blood marking his path, and collapsing on the floor after phoning a doc who will ask no questions. The doc patches him up while he tells what happened. He got caught in the crossfire between some guy and gambling house owner Joe Farrow (William Bendix), who actually shot the other guy dead.

Farrow makes a deal with Marc where Marc takes the blame for the killing, but pleads self defense, and in return Farrow will pay Mature $50,000 and provide Marc with his own attorney as counsel. Marc is cleared, but Farrow has no intention - or ability for that matter - of paying Marc the money. So he tips off the feds to something that even Marc doesn't know - Marc's Italian parents were never naturalized and thus Marc, born in Italy but brought to America as a toddler, is not a citizen. This makes him eligible for deportation. As a guy with a long criminal record, it doesn't look good for him.

This sends the movie into another direction entirely which detracts from the original noir flavor, but still is rather interesting - the plight of immigrants from recently war-torn Europe, how people take advantage, and the people here in America who help them, and in particular one attractive social worker and immigrant aide (Terry Moore) that brings up a romantic angle between two very unlikely people - herself and Marc. The deportation angle also allows hardened cynical Marc to realize what being an American means to him.

I ended up liking this more than I thought I would for lots of reasons - Mature tends to be a ham actor, the obvious age difference between Moore and Mature, and the immigrants shown being depicted as just too wide-eyed and naive for me to buy into it. And yet it works. I'd mildly recommend it, just realize this is not your proto-typical noir of the era.