The B-series, low-budget Detour, the "noirest" of "film noir". Roughly it goes like this. A man, a non-heroic fella faces a dilemma. Driven by self-defeating force, he is unable to recognize the choice he makes between "being" and "nothingness" when he finds out Mr. Haskell is dead, the major turning point in the film. Roberts stands over Haskell's body, the dead guy, in the downpour, paralyzed by his dilemma. Outcome? Two people, himself and Vera, end up trapped in a room spitting out their hatred for each other. They can communicate only their mutual loathing in a realm where words can wound and a telephone cord is an inadvertently lethal weapon.