01x12 - Deadline for Death

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Look.

Stop, or I'll sh**t.

All right, get your hands up.

Put a light on him.

Axford?

You know him?

Yeah, it's Mike Axford.

Police reporter on the Daily Sentinel.

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.

Yes.

I see.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Britt, but the butler didn't make it.
It's 1st-degree m*rder now.

You think Mike is a k*ller?

I don't know what to think.
The evidence seems to indicate it.

Evidence, what evidence?

Except Mike happened to be in the neighborhood.
And tried to run from the police, and...

take a look at this.

Urbanine magazine, what about it?

Turn to the page it's marked here. Here it is.
Mike Axford's byline in last week's edition.

That's right, I gave him my OK to write it.
But that's not the point.

This is an interview with Alonso Linden.

That's the owner of the home that was
robbed tonight. That's the scene of the k*lling.

Couldn't that be a coincidence?

Ow?

What about these? Are they coincidences?

There are 4 articles, 3 burglaries of the
subject's homes over a million in loot.

Somebody's been using these interviews
to case those homes, and I think that
Mike Axford is in it up to his neck.

I never sat on this side before.

Don't you feel sorry for yourself, Mike.

You're in deep trouble. You're the only
one that can help me get you out.

Now, what were you doing at
the Linden place tonight?

Like I told the cops, I got to figurin.

After the other homes were knocked over,
I guessed the Linden house would be next.

I'm just going to stop it.

I never even got inside the place.

Much less m*rder anybody.
Then why did you run?

I'll never know.

Me, that counts the chief of police and
half the forces my friends.

You used a photographer, who was it?

Forget her.

Her?

She's clean.

Well, so are you, Mike, but you're in custody.

Now, who was it?

I've known her since she was a kid.

The name, Mike.

Adris Ralston.

Dave Ralston's daughter?

When Dave died, I sort of took her under my wing.

She's followed in his footsteps, a darn good photographer

and a sweet kid.

I, uh...

I'd better finish packing now.

You're not still stewing about that
Axford character, are you?

Mike's a nice guy, Yale.

Using him in the robberies without his
knowing about it, that's one thing.

You were promised me that nobody get hurt.

Well, we uh...

we made a few mistakes.

But...

if it's a real problem to you, I'll get Mike
off the hook before we leave town, alright?

How?

Oh, you just leave that to me.

Believe me, nothing is gonna happen to Mike.

You promise?

I promise.

Now make sure you pack everything, we
don't want to leave any tracks behind.

I'll take one more time...

after one more kiss.

Let's roll, Kato.

She's gone.

Yeah, and Mike was trying to protect her.

It's going together now, Kato.

Yes.

Yale,

this is Tubbs.

I've got to see you.

Oh, what about?

Yale,

is that you?

Hello?

Hello?

Who was it?

Tubbs.

The fence?

Yeah, it sounded like him.

He thought he was talking
to somebody named Yale.

Than name mean anything to you?
No, not yet.

But I've got an idea where
we can find some answers.

Finish packing the stuff in the storeroom.

Hello.

Yeah, Tubbs. Just a minute.

Yeah.

I've been trying to reach you.

I called Ardis's apartment.
Someone answered.

They didn't say who they were.

I thought it was you.
They hung up.

Ow?
Yeah, ow.

Now look, I know about that
newspaper man getting /jagged/.

So?

So, I don't like it.

I mean, if those cops find out it was you
out of that Linden place.

And it was you who k*lled the butler.

Just relax. The cops aren't gonna find out a thing.

You just fence that jewelry I gave you.

I don't like it.

You don't have to like it. Just do it!

Aldo, Murf?

Tubbs getting nervous. You two get over there
and give him a tranquilizer.

"Loan Co."

Green Hornet.

What do you want this time?

A little information.

I know nothing about nothing.

Come on, Tubbs.

You underrate yourself as usual.

This is about the latest outbreak of robberies.
You've heard about it.

You might as well help me, Tubbs.
You wouldn't want the police to receive,

quite anonymously of course,

evidence that you're the largest dealer
of stolen merchandise in the city.

Would you?

I thought not.

Evidently this g*ng has approached some
fence to get rid of its stolen jewels, and...

Not me.

I swear.

You don't have any information
about the operation?

You don't know a girl named Ardis Ralston?

No.

You don't know a man named Yale?

No.

You're lying, Tubbs.

No, now look...

I've helped you before, haven't I?

Yeah,

when it was convenient to you.

I'll be back, Tubbs. You think hard.
And stay alive.

Now let's listen for a few answers.

Right on schedule.

Yale, the Green Hornet was just here.

The Green Hornet?

He was asking about you and Ardis.

I think he wants to move in.

Well, he might be.

But don't you worry about it.

What do you mean, don't worry?
With the Green Hornet trying to move in,
that settles it for me. I'm through.

Find yourself another fence.

As a matter of fact, Tubbs, I was just about to call
you and tell you that I was closing shop here in town.

I'm packing up everything, getting out.

I'll be on my way in a couple of hours.
When I'm gone, nobody will find me.

So you just relax and take it easy, you know...

Goodbye, Mr. Tubbs.

The pawn shop.

Dead?

Yep.

We don't know any more now
than when we started.

I should've pushed him harder.

What happens with Mike?
He's still facing a m*rder charge?

We have to make certain that the
real K*llers don't leave this town.

I'll be on my way in a couple of hours.
When I'm gone, nobody will find me.

So you just relax and take it easy, you know...

Goodbye, Mr. Tubbs.

Doesn't tell us much.

Maybe,

maybe not.

Run the tape back to the beginning.
Slow it down.

There's a possibility.

Yeah, but nobody said anything.

The telephone dial did.

Let's start from the top again.

Tubbs is tranquilized.

So I /heard/.

The last digit's '2'.

The complete number should be 555-82-82.

All right, now what?
This.

Let it go. Let the answering service handle it.

555-82-82

Uh, hello, is this the Metropolitan Hotel?

No sir, you have the wrong number.

Well, isn't this 555-82-82?

Yes sir, but it isn't the Metropolitan Hotel.

What is it then?

This is an answering service, sir.
We have intercepted your call.

But the Metropolitan Hotel is listed
as 555-82-82, I just looked it up.

I'm sorry, sir, but the number you're calling
is a Barton's Air Express Service.

I'll be back in a minute,
I'm gonna file a flight plan.

A flight plan?

Yeah.

Only we're not gonna follow it.

Wait here.

Kato, do you read me?

Loud and clear.
Do you want me?

Not yet. We've come to the right place.
I've located some of the loot.

I'll check further.

Aldo, Murf, let's go.

Let's get out here. What about the
rest of stuff? Forget it.

The Green Hornet never travels alone.
His man's around here someplace.

I just heard on the radio that
Joe Tubbs is dead.

m*rder*d!

Well, we talk about it later.

We'll talk about it now.

And about Mike Axford.

Look, honey, I haven't got time
to stand here and talk to your...

Don't honey me, Yale.

It won't work anymore.

You lied to me.

You had no intention of helping Mike.
Okay, so I lied.

Then I'll go to the police myself.

What about those wonderful plans we had?
What about that wonderful life we're
gonna make together?

I don't want it anymore.

Well, I do. Put her in a plane.

Let me... argh...

Kato.

What's happened?
Get in here, fast.

Where are you?

In here!

Get back, I'm using the sting.

/They're getting away/, we have to stop that plane.

Let's go.

Faster, Kato.

Better use the rockets.

We can't. The girl is a key to Mike's cell.

Try to slow it down.

Take it up, take it up.

Can't get up speed.

Get this thing off the ground!

We're gonna crash.

What are you doing?

Cut the engines.

No, you're not.

Let's take em.

Let's leave the rest to them.

In the statement the district attorney said
the burglary ring ship most of its loot,

including a fortune in furs, out of the
city via an Air Express service,

owned by the g*ng's leader Yale Barton.

However, according to a confession
given the authorities by Ardis Ralston,

the g*ng disposed of stolen jewelry
through a local fence - Joe Tubbs.

Tubbs was m*rder*d when he
became a threat to the g*ng.

Meanwhile, back at city jail this morning

Daily Sentinel crime reporter Mike Axford
was released and completely exonerated.

I still can't figure out how the DA
got a line on that g*ng?

Well, why don't you ask him, Mike?

I did, and he's just grinned and said
a little bee told him.

You mean a bird, don't you, Mike?

Scanlon said a bee, and speaking of bees.

Being in jail gave me time to think, and I got
a great new slant on the Green Hornet.

Ow?

You wanna hear it?

Boy, I sure would like to, Mike,
but I have a luncheon engagement.

Okay, but just get ready for the biggest
news story of the year.

'Sentinel reporter unmasks Green Hornet'

Sure, sure, Mike.
Good luck.

Oh, that's what burns me up.

What's that, Mike?

The way he sort of passed me on the head
when I talk about the Green Hornet.

I guess you'll just have to get used to that, Mike.