It’s atmospheric photos like these that makes it easy for us to see how the whole film noir thing came into being. This is Los Angeles’ main railway terminus, Union Station, one foreboding night in 1956. I’m almost surprised we can’t see William Bendix staggering along that wall in front, one hand clutching the bloody stain seeping from his chest, in his other hand an envelope containing the damning evidence that could bring down the entire Vice Squad . . .