Great noir procedural from the great Anthony Mann. Two Treasury agents infiltrate a counterfeiting ring in Los Angeles by posing as hoods. Lots of close scrapes and disasters narrowly avoided thanks to the bottomless ingenuity and, even more so, clenched-jaw stoicism of the good guys. And I’m talking stoicism; here, as in Border Incident, one of the Feds is put in a position where he literally stands by and watches while his comrade is murdered.
Lots of great hats, suits, nightclubs with cigarette girls, 10-cent hamburgers, big black boxy cars, cigarette holders, steam rooms, bottles of rye, tough-talking voice-overs, etc. Great fun.