T-Men Page #6

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Today at the Farmer's Market, we bumped

into a dame. I think it was his wife!

Tony says he ain't married!

Don't! Listen, Moxie...

Tony propositioned me! He's double-

crossing you on the plates!

He did, huh?

Tried to bring me in on the deal.

Moxie, we been friends!

Moxie, when I was up I used to help you,

Remember?

Let's work out a scheme!

Your pal Tony...

not married is he?

I don't think so.

So what if he is?

He said he wasn't!

That's important!

Why should a guy cover up on that?

I don't know, Shiv.

I know a lot of married guys

who don't admit it.

Schemer told Moxie that Tony planned

a double-shuffle on the plates.

Schemer was lying through his teeth.

Schemer knew it was his time.

Why would he lie?

Where's Tony?

- Horizontal.

Just found out something.

Tony made a long-distance to 'Frisco.

Asked if his wife had returned.

Mrs. Mary Genero.

Practically climbed through the phone.

Schemer was not lying!

Genero?

He calls hisself Galvani.

Didn't you ever use an alias, Shiv?

I can wake up. I'm going to the A.C.

and take a workout.

Mrs. Mary Genero...

Blackie and the boys can do

a little checking for us.

Coming, Moxie?

You're being tailed.

I know.

O'Brien says they're out to get you.

Shake this mug

and get outta town fast!

Don't wait.

No safe deposit keys?

It's all there. Just what the boys

brought in from the steam room.

Wasn't there a small account book,

a ledger, a notebook?

No baggage or checkroom check?

Are you going to make

an identification?

No, somebody else will have to do that.

Thanks a lot.

I see.

Thank you.

Thank you, Blackie.

What would you say if I told you...

your friend is a Treasury agent.

What are you getting at?

Blackie just told me on the phone.

What are you doing here?

Tony gave me the slip!

Check his room!

- Why, he wouldn't be there!

He's a T-man!

I'll take care of that

curly-haired monkey myself!

We'll all take care of him.

Busy little man, eh snooper?

Almost had you.

All of you.

- Tony!

And you, Vannie...

you're smart.

Top-drawer crook.

You lived with me and never caught on!

Top-drawer crook!

Always so sharp,

always knew all the angles!

Sucker...

For this scrap of paper...

Agent Genero had sacrificed his life.

O'Brien had to carry on alone.

He left the claim check where

his contact Lindsey would pick it up.

Mother Goose slipped a

package check into my locker.

That's what it bought.

It was checked at the Hotel Wiltshire.

So this was what Tony was after.

Looks like Greek!

I'll send this to Washington

right away.

Have you ever met Tony's wife?

No, I haven't.

Awful nice girl.

They'd only been married a few months.

The Schemer's coded book,

for which Tony gave his life...

turned out to be a mine of information.

The code was a simple one.

A transference from

English to Greek letters...

which decoded revealed

illegal activities and profits...

in gambling and liquor...

racketeering...

and especially counterfeiting.

A record of counterfeit sales, eh?

And most of these entries look like

a matter for the Intelligence unit.

Income tax evasion.

Has identification picked up

anything on Paul Miller yet?

No sir, not yet.

Send that back to Gregg

with your report.

This book is going to give us one of the

biggest tax evasion cases since Capone!

It's not only a

counterfeiting case now.

It's something for

the Intelligence unit.

How's O'Brien coming?

He expects to meet the head of

the ring tonight with the face plate.

We will have to be ready to move in

when he send us the word.

Get word to O'Brien right away!

Tell him to take the face plate

and leave town!

Where do you think you're going?

- What's it to ya?

Thanks, Brownie!

When I nail them, they stay nailed!

Wonder what was with that guy anyhow?

I don't know.

Good razor, Vannie!

Thanks!

Hey, what are you doing?

That's my stuff in there!

Oh, so it is.

Sorry, I was looking for something.

Hey!

How about a piece of gum for me?

Sure.

You want to shave or something?

What are you staring at?

You been doing that

the last couple of days!

You must have something

on your mind, Moxie.

Hey, where you going?

- I want to get some cigarettes.

You smoke too much.

The Chief is ready to see you.

Have you got the face plate?

- Yeah, I got it.

I've been thinking this over...

I don't go for killing that T-man.

I don't like this setup,

and I don't want any part of it!

What's the matter?

You getting the wim-wams?

Have you got the plate on you?

No, no I haven't.

You wanted a deal...

you're right on top of it...

and now you're begging out.

Why?

I just got through telling you.

I don't like that killing.

We're crazy to try and make a deal!

We're all hot.

Are you going with us?

Or do we have to take you?

Okay, let's go.

O'Brien had disappeared.

There was no report from him.

Now Gregg's only hope was that

Miller would make a move.

But would he move in time?

Well, did you bring it this time?

Look, Miss Simpson...

it's the wrong time to make a deal.

I've been telling these monkeys that

it's crazy to stick our necks out.

You worry too much, Mr. Harrigan.

Swell place to keep the presses.

Nobody ever figure to look on a ship.

Well, Miss Simpson...

is it a deal?

Take him!

You're lying!

Chief thinks this is the work

of a known engraver.

His name's on the Treasury list.

He's crazy! I helped smuggle this guy

into the country myself!

Sorry Mr. Harrigan,

but we never take chances.

Miss Simpson!

- Yes?

I have no desire to be fed to the

fishes. I'd like to make a suggestion.

One of your own crowd

can clear this up.

Paul Miller.

Your technician.

He'd know in a minute if those plate

were okay or not.

Why don't you call him?

Wait!

Don't tail him too closely.

- Alright.

Better cut back to Anaheim Blvd.

- Yes, sir.

Hand me the radio phone.

Operator, this is WJ61936.

Two emergency calls in this order:

Captain of the Harbor Division,

L.A. Police...

and the Lieutenant in charge

of the Customs Port patrol.

Hello, Diana.

Anything wrong?

Take a look at this, Paul.

See if you recognize the engraving.

Nobody's work I know.

It does have a European flavor!

I'd say it's okay.

You're sure?

You know my long experience

in this field.

I guess we were wrong.

Let's run a proof on this.

This way.

You're a Treasury agent...

I knew it the moment I saw that plate.

I recognized it!

The work of August Baumann.

I saw the mark on the seal.

Listen...

I know the game is over.

I turn government witness...

I expose everything!

I saved you from being killed in there!

I saved your life!

Let's make a deal, huh?

Car 101...

Car 101...

Proceed to Pier 181.

Investigate sound of shooting

aboard tanker Hagan.

Pier 181, step on it!

Give me the mic!

This is SS434...

Calling all units on SS detail.

Proceed immediately to Pier 181.

Vannie! No!

Okay, go!

Get an ambulance!

Now, the forces of the Treasury

struck hard and fast...

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