Fury

Lang's first American film, with Tracy as the man wrongly accused of a kidnapping who escapes summary justice by lynch mob as the jail burns down, then goes into hiding, plants evidence to suggest he died, and sits back gloatingly as his 'killers' are brought to trial. Softened along pious lines at the end (what else from MGM, who tinkered cravenly with the script all down the line?), so not quite the masterpiece of reputation: Lang later made much better, much less touted films. Still impressive, all the same, especially in the build-up to the lynching sequence.