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arrested 1939 for concealed weapons.

Dismissed.

Served year and a day 1940-41 for

State liquor violation.

The River Gang?

The River Gang...

Jerry Riley, taken for a ride.

Bo McKenna, died in prison.

Lou Perenti, murdered with icepicks.

Big Bill Schumack, huh...

Schumack... went insane.

The Russian, killed in auto accident

in New York City.

Not many of the River Gang left, huh?

Just us two.

This is a nice suit.

Hope the taxpayers can afford it.

I know I couldn't on my salary.

My wife would like this. She's

always trying to get me to dress up.

Don't forget... you're not married!

You've been divorced

for reasons of duty.

I hope Uncle appreciates it.

What'll we do with our old stuff?

Let's send it back to Carson.

He'll get a kick out of it!

By the way... I don't believe

I met you.

My name's Galvante.

Tony Galvante.

Nice to know you, Galvante.

My name's Harrigan.

Vannie, the boys in my cellblock

used to call me.

Mr. Galvante...

- Mr. Harrigan...

As their opening wedge

in a planned campaign...

Agents O'Brien and Genaro

picked the Forinzi Hotel.

A rundown hideout for criminals.

The owner, Pasquale, was well-known

to the Detroit Police...

for his questionable activities.

The agents were counting

heavily on their new identities.

And on Tony's ability

to speak Italian...

Jones?

Smith? Not Smith!

I bought the name from a guy

down the street. He was broke.

I understand.

You have no suitcase, so please...

Eight bucks.

Room 201.

Upstairs.

Give me the two bucks!

Oh, yeah.

As Pasquale was closing

for the night...

a detective of the Detroit

Robbery Squad paid him a visit.

The detective was looking for a pair

or robbery suspects named...

Vannie Harrigan and Tony Galvante.

He showed Pasquale the Detroit Police

wanted flyers on the two men.

Pasquale recognized them

as his guests...

Jones and Smith.

True to his unsavory reputation,

Pasquale did not give them away.

He was most polite to the detective.

As an honest citizen,

he would like to help the law.

But he was "Sorry. "

He had not seen the suspects.

Up in their room, the two

undercover agents waited.

They hoped their plan would work.

They hoped Pasquale

would snap at the bait.

Local officers are on the ball.

The city detective just left

our friend downstairs.

Yeah?

- It's me, Pasquale!

Come in!

- Senor Galvani...

What is this?

Where'd you get his name?

What are you trying to pull?

- Take it easy...

How did you get my name?

I came to tell you as quick as I could.

A cop asked me if you were here.

I said, "No. " He showed a picture

with your name on it.

His name and picture too!

- What'd you tell him?

I tell him nothing at all!

The police, I don't like!

Sometimes Pasquale's in trouble

for selling wine.

The police don't forget.

So, Pasquale don't forget either.

You owe our good friend an apology.

A guy on the lam can't be too careful.

Thanks for what you did.

Sorry I roughed you up.

That's all right.

These things I understand.

Looks like we're on 1st base!

Pasquale was sold on them.

The wanted notices, the natural

criminal manner of the two...

their new criminal identities

had been tested and accepted.

Pasquale sent them

to see his friend, Vantucci...

who ran a produce warehouse as a cover

for his dealings in hijacked liquor...

and counterfeit

Internal Revenue stamps.

The underworld can always use good

men with the proper recommendations.

As Tony would have said, "they were

trying to steal 2nd base. "

Now it was go through with it,

or go under.

Now there could be no turning back.

Sure...

Pasquale told me about you.

He gave me his recommend.

You out-of-town boys?

No, Mr. Vantucci.

Might call us

"in and out-of-town" boys.

Want jobs, eh?

That's a windows needs washing!

Don't let us waste your time.

What kind of rap is out against you?

What do you do with all your money?

What does he got?

Ulcers?

Gun beef, Mr, Vantucci.

Cops picked up 2 other guys.

I see...

Tony Galvante.

Vannie Harrigan.

Where'd you get those?

Came in a package of breakfast food!

Sit down.

I've been around

this town a long time.

I never heard of you guys before.

Talk...

You heard of us, the River Gang.

Too bad about Lou Perenti.

Yeah.

21 slugs in him.

Naw...

Some guy's handy with icepicks.

Who did it, I wonder?

We'd like to know too.

Sometimes better not

to know to much, huh?

What's your dodge?

Like always, anything.

You know, anything to

make an honest dollar.

Maybe I can use you.

If you sawed me off and I gained about

30 pounds, I might be able to use these.

Might have known,

they belonged to "The Schemer. "

The Schemer?

That didn't mean anything to them.

Just a name to be filed mentally.

That chiseling Schemer! He shorted

us again on the stamps!

Open up that other box, Vannie.

You guys on this kid!

Well, The Schemer had some connection

with the counterfeit liquor stamps!

Fact 2:
he was in bad with this crowd.

Fact 3...

The Schemer was on the West Coast.

He packed his stamps with a copy of

the Los Angeles Telegram.

Fact 4...

See ya!

They remembered Rudy's remark about the

coveralls belonging to The Schemer.

A piece of physical evidence linked

with that mysterious character.

Something for the Treasury's

Crime Lab to investigate,

analyze...

draw conclusions from.

The dusty work clothes might

mean something... or nothing.

But every angle, however slight...

must be carefully checked.

The only information we can get from

Washington is in the nickname files.

The Schemer is a man about 50...

with a heavy head of gray hair.

No photo?

No.

No fingerprints either.

Suspected shover

of counterfeit money.

Coveralls tell you anything?

Plenty.

About 5 foot 9 inches.

Slightly stout.

About 180 pounds.

The lab analyzed the debris

in the pockets.

Schemer smokes strong cigars.

Uses Chinese health herbs.

For your benefit, Dragon Liver

Herb Preparation.

Thanks.

Anything else?

The receiving hospital here...

said they gave treatment

for a knife wound.

Left shoulder.

Probably a scar.

If it's the same fellow.

Fine, fine.

So all I got to do is find a guy

called "The Schemer," 50, fat...

smokes strong cigars,

chews Chinese Dragon Liver herbs and

maybe has a scar on his shoulder.

That's your assignment. son.

With these leads, Agent O'Brien left

at once for Los Angeles.

Meanwhile in Vantucci's warehouse...

Why didn't he show up?

I told you.

Where did he go?

I don't know.

Tell me again...

why did he run out?

I told you...

he got a tip the heat on him

and he left town.

Heat for what?

- That's his business.

This looks awful green, Galvante.

Could be a fast double-cross.

Maybe if we knew WHY

he took a powder...

One thing I don't do is talk.

Not about anther guys pitch.

He's tied in with us now...

and so are you.

Remember Tony Rocco?

He didn't pull that, did he?

Vannie killed Rocco?

- I don't know!

All I know is that he was in on it.

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