01x19 - Corpse of the Year: Part 2

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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 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.

Mr. Reid.

Yes.

Dan Skully is here.

Oh, show him in.

Come on in, Dan.
Thank you.

Thanks for coming Dan,
have a seat.

You said the other day you
weren't happy at the Express.

That's right, not with the
managing editor like Sabrina.

How would you like to come
back to work for the Sentinel?

You mean it?

As of right now you're on the payroll.

Your first assignment is to work
with me on Simon Neal's m*rder.

m*rder?

That's right Dan, m*rder.

But you're the one who Green Hornet
trying to k*ll last night.

Take my word for it,
I was just a decoy.

Simon Niel was the intended victim all along.

But why? The guy was a silly old
fool, but he was harmless enough.

Now, who'd want him dead?

That's what I want you
to help me find out.

What about Sabrina Bradley?

You tell me.

There's been talk around the office
that Neal was gonna dump her.

Bring in a new managing editor,
some big chap from New York.

Check it out, Dan.
See if there's any truth to it.

Okay.

What about Melissa Niel?

She ought to know whether her
uncle was gonna marry Sabrina.

She might.

I'll have a talk with her.

You want to know if Uncle Simon
was going to marry Sabrina Bradley?

That's right.

No, Mr. Reid, he was not.

You sure?

He told me so himself.

I know what people
thought of him, but...

He wasn't as foolish as he seemed.

He knew he was just the top rung on the ladder
as far as Sabrina was concerned.

Now that the Daily Express is mine,

I'm gonna pull that ladder
right out from under her.

Dayly Sentinel? Mr. Reid, please.

Hello,

this is Felix Garth speaking.

May I talk to Mr. Reid please.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Reid isn't in.

I see.

Well, uh...

perhaps I could leave a message.

Yes, of course.

Yes, I'll see that he gets it.
Thank you very much.

Mr. Reid's residence.

Kato, let me speak to Mr. Reid, please.

He's not /here, I haven't call you when.../
I'm here Kato.

Wait a minute, he's here now.

Miss Case.
Hmm.

Yes, Miss Case.

You had a call a few moments ago from Felix Garth.

Felix Garth?

Now, what would the society columnist
at the Daily Express want with me?

Well, I don't know. But he said it was important and he
asked if you could come to his apartment 11:00 tonight.

What's his address?

He lives at the Shelton Arms on
Clybourn Boulevard.

Okay. Thanks, Miss Case.

Dan.

Did you want something?

Ugh, no. I just came by to see Mr. Reid.

I'll come back later.

Alright.

Do you still want to use
the Black Beauty tonight?

Yes.

I have an appointment at 11:00.

But that still gives us time to
pay a visit to Sabrina Bradley.

Still out here, Miss Bradley?

I'll be leaving in a few minutes, Henry.
Yes ma'am.

The Green Hornet.

But are you sure which one, Miss Bradley?

What do you mean?

Am I the real Green Hornet or the imposter you created
to attack the Daily Sentinel, then k*ll Simon Neal.

I don't know what you mean.

I've heard differently.

I don't like to be accused of
crimes I haven't committed.

So I'm warning you.

You and your partner better stop playing games.
Put your hands up!

Keep them up
and don't try any tricks.

You better get off the streets, Kato.

Head for home. I'll change clothes
and go see Felix Garth.

Right.

Garth.

Garth.

Hello.

Listen, don't ask any questions.

Did you tell anyone I was going
to see Felix Garth tonight?

No.

Think. Are you sure?

I'm positive.

Well, somebody found out.

I can't imagine how.

I phoned you right away.

Wait a minute,

after I put the phone down
and turned around,

he was standing in the doorway.

Who?

He could have been listening
and heard the message.

Who?

Dan Scully.

Scully?

Thanks.

You think Felix Garth was m*rder*d because he was gonna
tell you that Dan Scully was the fake Green Hornet.

I can't think of any other reason
he'd want to talk to me.

If he was gonna sell the information, why he
don't just go to somebody in his own newspaper.

Because he only had 2 potential customers
for his information on a Daily Express.

Sabrina Bradley, Melissa Neil.

And he suspected that one of them
was behind Scully.

Garth was no fool. He must have known
that Scully wasn't working alone.

Dan Scully had nothing to
gain by k*lling Simon Neal.

Melissa Neal, Sabrina Bradley.

Who do you think it is?

There's only one way I know
how to find out for sure.

How?

Smoke out Dan Scully.

Make him play the Green Hornet just one last time.

Very nice, very nice.

Tell me.

Did you invite me here today just to
watch you watch the pretty girls go by?

Oh, I'm sorry, Sabrina.

You have to admit,
they are distracting.

Well, maybe if you forced yourself you
could tell me what you wish to talk about.

Felix Garth.

What about him?

Just before I found his body
I saw you leaving his apartment building.

/Don't try night./

Why didn't you tell the police?

I thought I'd give you a
chance to explain first.

How considerate.

What were you doing there?

Alright, I'll tell you.

I went to ask him if he knew anything
about the car Simon was having made
for the Press Club's masquerade ball this year.

What car?

You knew Simon.

You knew how much he loved parties.

He'd go to any expense to enjoy himself.

Well, for the masquerade this year
he was going to go as the Green Hornet.

He even had a limousine customized
to look like the Green Hornet's car.

Look, I saw the plans and
the sketches for the job.

It was done by the man who was
k*lled the other night, Joe Kellogg.

Go on.

Last night I found out it wasn't the
real Green Hornet who k*lled Simon.

It was somebody who was
using the car Simon had made.

I thought Felix might
know something about it.

Why Garth?

He was an awful snoop.

I thought he might have seen
the sketches for the car.

Did he?

I don't know, I didn't talk to him.

He didn't answer the door, so I left.

Who else could have known that
Simon was having a car customized.

Only one other person.

Melissa.

Waiter.

Would you bring a phone to the table, please?

Who are you going to call?

Melissa.

Why?

I want to ask if I can see her this evening.

After what you told me, I think I
know who k*lled Simon and why.

Britt, be careful.

Well, thank you, Sabrina.
I didn't know you cared.

But I do.

And I'd like to help, if you'd let me.

Perhaps you can.

Now, why don't we just relax?
This won't take long.

So far so good, Kato.

He's taking the bait.

He's trying to force her off the road.

After him.

I think he spotted us.

Don't let him get away, Kato.

We've got him trapped.

All right, Melissa dear.

We won't keep you
waiting much longer.

She knows about us, Dan.

We have to get rid of her too.

We'll take her out to where you first..

You're not Dan.

No.

Where is he?

He's dead.

What's going on?

What are you doing here?
Where's Britt Reid?

Reid?

He's the only reason I'm here.

He asked me to keep Melissa incommunicado
while he led Dan Scully into a police trap.

He must have been the one
driving and convertible.

Yes.

I'm afraid I took the matter of
disposing of Dan Scully out of his hands.

The police.

Reid must have called them.

I believe that's yours.

If you'll excuse me,
I have to be going.

Hello, this is Sabrina Bradley.
Give me the city desk.

Hello, Sam, Sabrina Bradley.

I have a story for you.

No, no, forget rewrites, you take it.

All right.

Are you ready?

Here goes.

Ah-aah.

Sam.

Sam, forget the whole thing.

Nobody in the world would believe it.

Of course Scanlon won't talk for publication
before the trial, but he says off-the-record.

He's got Melissa cold.

She was so shook up by Dan Scully's death,
she signed a full confession.

So she was lying when she said her uncle
wasn't gonna marry Sabrina Bradley.

Sure, she knew it all the time.

And she had to get rid of Uncle Simon before he married
Sabrina, or else dear little Melissa was out in the cold.

So when she saw the Green Hornet car he was having
fixed up for the Press Club masquerade ball,

she and Dan Scully got very busy.

You know, when you come right down to it,

the food in this place is pretty lousy.

I can tell.

And the prices they charge, it's out now robbery.

Well, as long as the boss
is picking up the check.

That's not the point, it's the principle of the thing.

And you come here 2 or 3 times a week?

Sometimes 4-5.

I don't get it.

Why? What's the big attraction?

What do you see in this place?