It is getting awfully warm in here.
Yes, we take care of that shortly.
Fasten your seatbelt please.
Stewardess.
Yes.
/It's up hot/ in here, what's happened to
the air conditioning?
I'm so sorry, the unit should have been here.
As a matter of fact, I think that's it now.
Thank you.
Another challenge for the Green Hornet,
his aide Kato and their rolling arsenal the Black Beauty.
On police records a wanted criminal,
the Green Hornet is really a Britt Reid,
owner publisher of the Daily Sentinel.
His dual identity known only to his secretary
and to the district attorney.
And now to protect the rights and lives of
decent citizens rides The Green Hornet.
And here's a late bulletin regarding
this morning's daring Airport robbery.
There were no injuries, passengers and crew recovered
within minutes from the effects of the gas.
Indications are that the robbery was
the work of the Green Hornet,
and police have manned a full-scale
dragnet for his capture.
Now for a look at the weather...
'Indications are', it had to be him, the Green Hornet!
He even left his calling card!
You mean the seal?
Mike, anyone could have used that to
throw the police off.
Mr. Reid.
Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were busy.
It's all right, Miss Case, please come in.
Mike was just leaving, weren't you?
I can take a hint.
But tell me just one thing.
If it wasn't the Green Hornet, who was it?
That's a good question.
I'm had the Black Beauty at the garage.
And somebody's giving the Green Hornet a bad name.
Happens all the time.
What's that?
It's a rather interesting letter for you.
Now and what makes it so interesting?
It describes this morning's holdup down
to the smallest detail.
So did this afternoon's edition of the Daily Sentinel.
Look at the postmark.
5:00 p.m. yesterday?
That's 16 hours before it happened.
Even pins it on the Green Hornet.
Read further, he claims he has the ability to predict
any crime the Green Hornet is about to commit.
/Now indeed/ I did write the letter, Mr. Reid.
And why send it to me instead of the police?
They wouldn't listen, I've tried.
I see.
And this is your little crystal ball, eh?
Hm-m.
/And the/ Laura Spinner,
the prettiest computer operator this
side of the Atlantic.
No, thanks.
Miss Spinner, how do you do?
How do you do, Mr. Reid.
I'm so glad that you finally have
taken an interest in us.
How could I help, your prediction was amazing!
Thank you.
And you claim you can do it again?
Hm-m, as often as we wish.
Would you have any questions?
Several.
The first one I'd like to ask is, why
pinpoint the Green Hornet?
Why not?
Ain't he is the most masterful
criminal of our time?
Makes sense.
A matter of fact,
when you call to say you were coming over here, I had
Laura program the machine to make another prediction.
/This is/ material that we had to begin with.
Concert at Town Hall
Prizefight at the City Arena
Manufacturers Convention at the Mercantile Center
so on down the line.
Any place where there might be a large accumulated
amount of money that might attract the Hornet.
Laura.
Time: 9 o'clock,
Location: a box office of the City Sports Arena.
Miss /iret/, cancel all my appointments,
I will be unavailable for the next hour.
Never ceases to amaze me!
I was expecting your call, Britt.
I suppose so.
I suppose I can start by asking
where were you on the morning of the 5th?
And my answer would be
nowhere near the airport.
Yeah? What do you make of it?
Read this, check the postmark.
Have a chair.
What is it?
Mr. Scanlon.
No, thank you.
Stay here, Kato.
This reads like a confession to me, I'll put out a
pickup order on this Marcus character.
On what charge, making a lucky guess?
There's no proof he's committed a crime.
Well, don't you think is obvious?
I've met the man, he's too clever to put
his neck in a noose.
Well, you've met him?
And his computer operator, girl named Laura Spinner.
The one part that doesn't fit.
I ran a quick check on her,
she's one of the top technicians in the
country, brilliant and definitely honest.
Maybe Marcus has her mesmerised.
Possibly, but she really believes in
what she's doing,
even gave me the next prediction.
All right, where and when?
The City Arena 9:00 tonight.
I'll have a place surrounded.
No, don't move in yet.
Marcus is setting us up for something big.
Give him a bit more rope,
then tighten it at the proper moment.
Hornet g*n
check.
Hornet Sting
check.
Let's roll, Kato.
"City Arena"
15 seconds to go.
Look.
Hands up.
Push the money.
Come on, you guys. Let's go.
/Now/
Kato, abandon the chase.
We lost them.
Marcus lives at the Cortland Apartments
on Kenmore.
Step on it, Kato.
This is the car /all right/. It's still warm.
Look.
Amazing party, man! What's the occasion?
Let's just say I came into a little bit of /mind/.
But you didn't tell me.
Well, I don't tell you everything, my dear.
I guess we go to a party.
Right
Beautiful!
Beautiful. How else would the Green Hornet
make an entrance?
We thought you would've appreciate it.
How were you the smash of the party.
Your disguises are very good. Very good. Excellent!
I don't even recognize you myself.
Isn't that part of the game?
It doesn't really matter.
All right. Quiet down everyone, pay attention.
In exactly 2 minutes
we unmask.
Well, come on. It's a party! Dance,
put on some music.
And then of course, I'll know who you two are.
Don't you know already?
No.
What are you trying to say?
Try this.
You really are a devil, aren't you, Marcus.
Thus the costume.
Meaning...
that you really are the Green Hornet?
That's right.
Let's go someplace where we can talk then.
The other room.
Nobody in.
Your arrival is all part of my plan.
Your plan?
Hm-m.
And where do I fit in?
We're partners.
Right down the middle.
What makes you so sure I want you for a partner.
You're nickel-and-dime operator.
Maybe that's what you think.
When you hear what I've got going for me in...
Let me guess.
/t/ the predictions, small jobs enough to
build up the confidence of the police.
I should have figured that you'd...
you'd be clever enough to...
figure it out.
At least as clever as you are.
Here, I really am pleased that you came.
Where's the big one going to be and when?
Where and when?
Barker and Benton Stockbrokers.
Tomorrow night.
A quarter of a million dollars in negotiable securities.
And the rest of it?
The rest of what?
That phony plan.
That.
Well.
Tomorrow morning I shall make another prediction
that the Green Hornet will invade the vault of
the First Metropolitan Bank.
The police of course will concentrate
all their forces there.
If they believe you.
They will.
I have a fan who'll see to it.
I tell you, Mr. Reid,
if the police ignore my prediction this time...
But what can I do?
Use the power of the press.
Force them to throw a cordon around
the First Metropolitan Bank tonight.
If they refuse, threat them to expose
them for incompetence.
That could work. Want me to handle it?
No. I'll handle it, Mike.
I hope so. I might even be there myself.
Just so I can see the Green Hornet
walk into the trap.
I don't know, it sounds awful easy, Britt.
Too easy.
Marcus doesn't want any partners,
especially the Green Hornet.
What's he up to?
Next move is his.
And all we can do is wait?
You don't have to wait at all,
the Green Hornet will.
Yes.
You were right. Marcus just called.
Problems with a computer. It just contradicted
this morning's prediction.
Here we go. Who's it gonna be instead,
Barker and Benton?
How did you know?
I recognized the sour smell of a double-cross.
Thanks, Miss Case.
What can you do?
Where's the job being pulled up?
Marcus doesn't know it yet,
but I'm gonna let him take me there himself.
Joe, would you mind, I'd like to talk to Abel.
It was something very strange just happened.
Mr. Reid's office called and
told me that the police will be waiting for
the Green Hornet.
Good.
But why at Benton and Barker,
that wasn't the computer result.
What... 'Plan of Customs warehouse'.
What do you have these for?
Because of...
$3,000,000 worth of gold, that's why.
Just sitting there waiting to be shipped overseas.
I don't understand.
It's simple enough.
We plan to make sure that it misses the boat.
You going to steal it?
Ohm, Laura that's a...
that's a harsh word.
Ow.
So that's your long-range plan, huh?
You take advantage of my reputation to add a little
dignity to your scheme to becoming rich.
I am sick of this hand-to-mouth life
that I've been /eating/.
But tonight
that will be all over.
No.
If I can stop...
Joe.
Let me...
I'm sorry, Laura.
But I can't let you spoil my plan.
"Customs Warehouse"
Hello.
What do you want?
Rockford Banner storage.
Got a bill of lading here for a pickup.
Ah, no. We closed at 6 o'clock. You'll have to
come back tomorrow morning.
No, we gotta pick it up tonight.
You heard what I said, come back
tomorrow morning, ugh...
Dave?
Dave.
What's the matter?
Something's wrong with Dave.
Go on, get after it!
Come on.
You wanted the gold, Marcus.
Now you've got it.
You sent for me?
Yes. I did, Mike.
Come in.
I just wanted to tell you this is
a darn good story.
Laura Spinner's testimony should send
the g*ng on a long trip.
I suppose I ought to tell you, I was on to
that guy Marcus all the time.
You were?
Ow. You disguised it pretty well.
Strictly an act. I was hoping to get to his boss.
You mean the Green Hornet?
The same.
That's one thing this story's missing.
A tag line reading 'And the Green Hornet is in custody'.
It'll happen someday. You just wait and see.
Anything you say, Mike.
Anything you say.