T-Men Page #2

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In Detroit at the main library

on Woodward Avenue...

agents O'Brien and Genaro started the

first phase of their investigation.

Their problem was

to become Detroiters.

Detroiters of a special class.

Criminals...

with a complete knowledge

of the history of local crime.

This meant days and weeks

of tedious work...

of digging up little-known facts...

which they must be prepared to use.

Gathering background history

on local mobs...

past and present.

Laying a careful groundwork for

their undercover identities...

picking out items from old

newspaper files...

weighing and sifting them.

Making careful notes.

Memorizing those notes.

Hi.

- Hi.

You're liable to get eyestrain.

I haven't been able to focus

straight for days.

What's new with you?

Got a lot of notes from Police files...

and dope I picked up in bars.

- Good.

I've been reading these old news

stories on the Mob, back to Prohibition.

There used to be an outfit here

in Detroit called the River Gang.

Saw that in the Police files.

They've all been wiped out

or put in jail.

We might use them for our pedigree.

That's taking a chance.

They may have friends around.

I know.

We got to risk it. We've got to give

ourselves some type of background.

At last, they were ready.

They met on Belle Isle to quiz each

other for the most important...

exam of their lives.

They had to know all the answers!

Failure to do so would mean a bad

grade later on...

in the shape of a bullet or an icepick.

You know about Carlo Vantucci?

Carlo Vantucci, younger brother

of Luigi. 41 years old...

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.

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