
Odds against tomorrow is a nail biter about a group of men out to pull off the perfect caper, set in a cold and windy, wintry New York. problem is, one of them is a white southern boy with racist tendencies and one of the others is a black jazz musician. The racial issues can't be avoided. Will the men learn to trust one another or will hatred destroy them ? This is a story that, sadly, still hits home today. In the end we're all the same.
There is a really cool jazz soundtrack to this by The Modern Jazz Quartet. I'm hoping to manage to rip it tomorrow and put it up here. Harry Belafonte also performs a great song, which I'm assuming is called Cold Cold Sun which isn't on the OST. You can listen to it below.


"I thought you was deef."

"You hear that wind ? Man, I'm gonna get myself drummed outta the air force, ain't gonna fly a crate like this no more."

"I got an idea, Slater. How would you like to pick up $50,000 all in small bills, just for yourself ?"

"Do you have to stay over night, or do you want to stay over night ?"

"You don't have to do this job if you don't want to. If you don't like it, you just don't do it. There's no hurry."

6:03 pm in Melton

"Now here's the set up. That side door is the key to whole job."

Cold Cold Sun

"All men are evil !"

"He's been makin' crazy like that for hours, like someone slipped the leash or sumthin'."

"Did you say sumthin' to me , pal ?"

"Do you know what that louse of a husband of mine did ? When I told him I couldn't get a sitter, he decided to just go out with one of the boys."

Accident at South 7th street.

Contemplating the job at hand.

"I don't know what's worse, the atomic bomb or you kids and your hot rods."

Bang ! Bang !

"Well what do you know, he ain't gonna talk now."

BOOOM !!

"Here's the two that did it."
"Which one is which ?"

The End