A nightclub publicity stunt with a borrowed leopard goes wrong, and the big cat vanishes into the New Mexico night. Then the bodies start showing up clawed open. But is it the animal, or something walking on two legs that found a perfect alibi ? Tourneur and Lewton turn a small town into a maze of shadows, castanets, and locked doors. One girl trapped outside a cemetery, the gate bolted, something coming. The kill you don't see is the one that wrecks you. Sixty-six minutes of pure dread, lean and black as tar.