T-Men Page #4

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Be back with the print later.

- Make it soon.

I tried to reach you last night!

Paul, I'm scared!

Why are you so nervous, Evie?

What's the matter?

Last night, Schemer came in.

He gave me the sign, the folded bill.

Inside the folded bill was this!

Excellent!

Very fine engraving.

The work of an artist.

Paper isn't good.

Where'd Schemer get this?

I don't know, but after Schemer

left, there was another customer.

I took his picture, and he gave me

a bill folded the same way!

No shover I ever saw before!

Know him?

He's either a Treasury Agent or...

A T-Man!

or he works for some rival outfit.

I'll keep these.

This man is a job

for our experts to look into.

Want some more counterfeit?

- I guess so.

Not losing your nerve, or you?

No. I just don't want to slip up.

Good girl!

Hemilmarker's, Detroit.

Name's Horrgan or Harrgan or...

Harrigan. Can't you read?

J.M. Jensen, Detroit.

You guys opening a clothing store?

What's your game?

- What's yours?

We'd like to know what you were

trying to pull at the Club Trinidad.

I don't follow you.

- No?

The little trick of folding

money a certain way.

Where'd you pick that up?

Where'd you get the lowdown

on the Trinidad?

Schemer tell you?

I read it in a book!

You don't know any Schemer, huh?

I can't hear a thing you're saying!

Can you hear any better now?

Okay, Schemer!

Never saw this guy before, huh?

I told them nothing.

Why'd you tail me?

That's a T-man trick, tailing a guy!

They go no patent on it!

Then why did you tail me?

After what you pulled

at the crap game. I...

Let's take no chances on him, Moxie!

I lived with a guy once for 3 months

and then he put the arm on me,

all the time he was a T-man!

Check on me...

talk to Detroit...

talk to Vantucci.

Vantucci's crowd, huh?

Don't worry, we will!

Beat it, fat man!

You didn't use to talk to me that way.

- Go on!

See, you shouldn't have tailed me!

Wake this guy up in the morning

and put him to bed at night!

He goes no where without you!

No phone calls, sees no one,

goes no where! Understand?

Okay.

I sleep on the bed.

Listen to this, Lindsay...

"Checked Club Trinidad

as outlet for shovers. "

"Girl photographer involved somehow. "

"Also checked West Coast

Camera Center. "

"Am staying at Ajax's. "

"Spot Lindsay in there with plates. "

"Don't know where I go from here. "

Signed, "Mother Goose. "

Okay Lindsay. You can go to work now!

Be very careful with those plates.

- Yes, sir.

Agent O'Brien was kept under

close guard by the mobsters.

Finally, one night they took him to an

exclusive home in Beverly Hills.

It might mean the next step up

the ladder for the undercover man.

Or it might...

well, he would see.

Nice. What's the deal?

You'll see.

Come in, gentlemen.

Take off your hat.

This your man?

- Yeah, Shiv.

Mr. Triano meet Vannie Harrigan.

Nice place, Mr. Triano.

- Thank you.

Vantucci gave us a report on you.

Favorable one.

Then I'm okay with you, huh?

Exactly.

Hear that Moxie?

I got a clean bill of health.

I just don't like to be pushed around!

Moxie!

You forget... he's my guest.

Wait in your room.

Nice equipment.

Yes, I have everything!

Except skill.

What you need is a couple of lessons.

Maybe.

What's your pitch, Mr. Harrigan?

Nothing to do with peanuts.

Go ahead...

I've got a set of top plates...

and you've got good paper.

Pardon me.

And you've got s distributing setup.

I thought we might get together.

We are happy the way we are.

A smart guy checks every angle.

Are you trying to tell me

how to operate?

I wouldn't think of it!

Won't hurt to talk about it.

Have you got the plates on you?

I've been around a few corners myself.

Are the plates handy?

They're handy enough.

My buddy in Detroit has them.

He will bring them

when I give the word.

Suppose when I see them,

I say, "No dice. "

Then I setup my own push.

In this town?

Moxie!

Here's your friend.

I'll think it over.

I'll let you know.

Person-to-person call.

Mr. Carlo Vantucci.

Cantania Produce Co. in Detroit.

Hello?

Yes.

Hello, Shiv!

How are things in Los Angeles?

Yes...

Well, Tony!

What is this your idea

of a double-cross?

Vantucci gave me a message, I came.

These guys thought...

- What message? I didn't send any.

Well, I got one.

These guys met me at the airport,

brought me here, searched my luggage...

What are you trying to pull?

I didn't send any message.

Shiv tried to freeze me out, huh?

I got news for you.

The deal is dead!

Come on, Tony.

It takes two to call off a deal.

I tried a shortcut.

It didn't work.

Every trick you pull, I'll double it.

You ought to be in charge

of the atom bomb.

Paul Miller, Vannie Harrigan.

Paul is our technician.

He does the photo-engraving.

He checks everything.

This yours?

As you know, it's hand-engraved.

Yes, done by an artist.

The Treasury Dept. has

a file on all engravers.

Not on this one.

I know because I helped sneak

him into the country.

He's a Hungarian refugee.

I don't know if our paper

will take an intalio plate...

as fine as the workmanship is.

Never thought of that.

Give me a scrap of your paper

and I'll make you a sample note.

Give him some of our paper?

No harm in that.

Can you have it done

by tomorrow night?

If I get the paper right away.

- You will have it.

And then... I want to see the plates!

Do you always get everything

you want?

One way or the other.

The agents slipped part of the sample

of the paper to their contact man.

He sent it on to the Treasury's

Crime Lab in Washington.

By the technicians there got though

analyzing it...

they knew more about the paper

than the men who had made it.

The experts weighted it,

measured it,

checked its color and finish,

determined its resistance,

endurance...

and fiber composition.

It's amazingly close to official

banknote paper.

Composition is 40% linen,

45% cotton.

Long-staple Egyptian.

And 5% rice paper.

Rice paper?

The sizing is glue and water,

like ours.

The 3rd component is a shrinking agent

used by Chinese paper makers.

That points to an oriental source.

That's a new wrinkle!

Having the paper made in China...

Not bad, either. After all, the Chinese

invented paper. Top craftsmen too.

What you fellows can find out

from a scrap of paper!

It frightens me! Thanks, Hardy.

- Right.

To all Customs Service

Agency Supervisors...

Pacific Coast Districts:

Check incoming shipments

of paper from Orient...

particularly from China.

Obtain data on counts...

obtain samples secretly

for lab analysis.

No longer were the two

undercover men kept under guard.

Vantucci had vouched for them.

Shiv and his crowd had accepted them.

They were in... up to a certain point.

Their careful work in Detroit

was certainly paying off now!

Hey!

So that's where you've been keeping the

carrot you've been teasing them with!

Baumann's little money makers!

You're not going to deliver

them both, or you?

Just the back plate.

These boys don't fool around!

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