Maciste smoothly steps out of his loincloth and dark skin into spats and double-breasted suit to hit the streets of 20th century Turin, where he is lured by a girl with a sob story straight out of your spam mail folder. A truly straight-up righteous dude, he bails on the dame, kicking a stray dog on the way. Things get worse for the hound when the studio nixed plans for his own spinoff series. Who needs a dog when you've got Maciste?