01x21 - Bad Bet on a 459-Silent

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Unit 25 proceed to 1265 Main - a 459-silent.

"Unit 25 proceed to 1265 Main - a 459-silent."

Move out.

We better not this time, Bert.

What if Unit 25 is on top of us?
Then we'll tell them we've come to assist.

Let's go.

"...459-silent."

You get that address, Kato?

1265 Main.

Then let's move. Maybe this is
what we've been waiting for.

/***/, get some of this stuff.

This is /***/, skipper.

I'm getting out.

I don't want any part of it.
You already have part of it.

You're in this up your ears.

Now get over there and dig in.

Come on, let's go.

Stop /or I'll/ sh**t!

Who are you sh**ting at?
It was the Green Hornet.

Green Hornet?

Yeah, I wing him in the shoulder
but he got away in that car /he has/.

Better get this on the air, fast.

This is Unit 25 reporting
from 1265 Main Street.

We just make contact with the Green Hornet
leaving the scene of a burglary at this address.

We wounded him in the left shoulder
but were unable to prevent his get away.

Is that a positive identification?

Positive.

Is it bad?

Yeah.

Can you get those clothes off?
There's a hospital close by, you need a doctor.

I'm affraid this is not gonna be that simple.

Turn on the police radio.

An Unit 25 reports The Green Hornet
has been shot in the left shoulder.

All hospitals and private
physicians are to be alerted:

Anyone, repeat, anyone requesting treatment
for such a wound should be detained.

Warning! This man is known
to the armed and dangerous.

Let's go home, Kato.

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.

Ah, it's nice going.

Thanks.

Any idea what he was doing here?

Looks like a routine 459.

It must have been something
inside he really wanted.

He doesn't usually break into
crummy jewelry stores.

Well, he did this one.

Can I be of any help?

No thanks, we got everything under control.

Just waiting for the detectives.

All right, /this on your own/.

This is bad.

You really need a doctor.

Looks like you're it for now, Kato.

Better answer it.

Mr. Reid's residence.

How bad is he?

Well, that's out of the question,
he'll be arrested immediately.

Painkiller?

Well, I'll try.

Yeah, I'll get there as soon as I can.

Well, that's it, end of shift.
Head for the station.

Listen, Bert.

Tonight was the last time.

You stupid kid.

You don't know what a sweet deal is turned into

with the Green Hornet taking the rap.
Is it gonna help me sleep tonight?

It smells bad, Bert.
I smell bad.

Forget it, we're not gonna get caught.

You don't even know
what I'm talking about.

Maybe I do,

but you're not getting out now.

You understand?

Oh, Hi. No candy, no flowers?

I brought your painkiller,
strong as I could find.

Oh, thoughtful visitor.
The right gift for the right occasion.

Hmm, that's bad, isn't it?

Eh, boy.

I never realized how much trouble
one little b*llet could cause so much trouble.

Not like this in the Westerns.

I'm sorry I involved you in this,
but I was afraid of a leak.

Maybe it wasn't all in vain, Frank.

Kato, show him what we found
on the floor of that jewelry shop.

The Police.

My hunch was right.

I was hoping it wouldn't be.

2,000 honest policeman, Frank.
Only 1 or 2 bad ones.

How you gonna handle it?

Well, first I'll have to find out
who belongs to this button.

It's not gonna be easy,

but it has to be done.

It's got to come out.

How?

Yeah, how?

No matter what accident story you invented
even the publisher of The Sentinel
will be under immediate suspicion.

Unless the accident happen
in front of a lot of people.

Say that again.

I said, unless the accident happen
in front of a lot of people.

How?

What time is it?

It's 5:10 a.m.

In an hour from now the city room
at the Sentinel will be buzzing with activity.

What are you talking about?

Only give me half of that stuff, Kato.

But that won't be enough to do it.

I don't want to be knocked out.

I want to say good morning to my witnesses.

Well, I hope you know what you're doing.

Morning, everybody.

Morning, Mr. Reid.

Morning, Dirk.

Great editorial.

Thanks.

Morning. Carson.
Morning, morning.

Morning, Chief.
Gorgeous editorial.

Thanks, Mike.

I thought you of all people would like it.

I think you should follow up tomorrow.
Page one again.

We should hail the Green Hornet
for /chunk/ of those burglary calls!

There isn't enough evidence, Mike. Even the
Green Hornet is entitled to a little evidence.

How much more do you need?
He was caught escaping...

Nobody move!

I'll k*ll the next one who does.

Now, where's Britt Reid?

What's going on here?

Mr. Reid, I have a message
from the Green Hornet.

'Thanks for the editorial.'

I didn't believe it could happen.

The Green Hornet sends his flunky
into the middle of a crowded City Room

and takes a pot shot at the boss,
and who's doing anything about it?

Mike, the police are...

The police are what?

Business as usual, that's all.

Do they make the extra effort to
catch that rotten crook? They do not.

Well, let me tell you something. The time
has come for that extra effort to be made.

And if no one else is going to make it, I am.

How is he, doctor?

He's going to be fine, all he needs now
is rest and time for his shoulder to heal.

When can we see him, Doctor?

He could be in a pretty good shape by this evening.
Why don't you come back then?

I'll do that. Thank you so much, Doctor.

Mike?

I can't stress this enough, Britt.

You're to stay off your feet,
you're not to do anything.

I want you in the hospital
for at least a week.

Complete bed rest.

Have I made myself clear?

Loud and clear, Sir.

I'm serious, Britt.

The slightest exertion can open the wound.

Then what happens?

And then you might bleed to death.

Come in.

Hi, Miss Case.

What's all this?

Business, as usual.

You're hopeless.

See you, doc.

How you feeling.

Fine.

Let me look at the evening edition first.
Then we'll get to work, okay?

"The Mitchell Warehouse Company
on Nationalist Street today received
an unusually large shipment of valuable furs and..."

What's this doing on page one?

Should be in the back of Section D
if it's in the paper at all.

Well, it...
Well what?

It was Mike. He insisted it be on page one.

He said, he had a very good reason for it.

You know Mike.

After he won his point, he took off
and I haven't seen him since.

Valuable furs.

Get on the phone, see if you can locate him.

I've already tried that.
He's not at any of his usual spots.

Okay. Take all this stuff back to
the office, we'll continue tomorrow.

Good night.
Night. Thanks, Miss Case.

Operator, get me 555-67-89 please.

Scanlon.

Yes, Britt. How you feeling?

Passable.

Have you come up with anything on that button yet?

At this afternoon's inspection the shift commander
at the commercial district station gave a demerit
to an officer for a missing uniform button.

This may be a possibility.

What's his name?

It's a new kid.

Dixon, James Dixon.

He's a night radio car due to Unit 36.
His partner's an old-timer named Bert Clark.

Okay, thanks, Frank.

Britt, wait a minute.
What are you up to?

That's Mike Axford
that's up to something.

Looks like he's decided to set
a little trap for the Green Hornet.

He doesn't realize he's up against a couple
of policemen who wouldn't hesitate to k*ll him,

just to protect their racket.

Yeah, but can't you stop him?
I can't find him.

At least not from this hospital room.
Britt, you are in no shape...

That's it, Kato.

Pass them.

Let them get a good look at us.

You see that? The Green Hornet's car.

What are you doing?
Call for resistance, those are orders.

Orders?

You know what happens if we
catch the Green Hornet alone?

It's promotion, extra money.

Money, is that all you think about?

Oh, you bet baby. All that I can get
my hands on it any way I can get it.

Just stick to his tail.

Come on out with your hands up!

I thought you're wounded?

And I thought you were an honest cop?

I don't know what you're talking about.
Then I'll make it simple for you.

You've been /jumping/ burglary calls
and filling your pockets.

Nobody can prove that.

I can.

One little missing button found
at the scene of last night's robbery.

Said anonymously to the district attorney.

You got the button?
Shut up, it doesn't mean a thing.

Maybe.

You want to take the chance?

What you want from us?

Stop your operation, until someone can figure out that
the Green Hornet isn't involved in your little scheme.

And if we don't?

You try me, Clark.

Just try me.

You think it will stop them?

I hope so.

At least long enough to keep them from swallowing
the bait that Mike planted in the paper.

Unit 48.

Warehouse at 365 Ashland,

459-silent.

Let's roll.

Are you crazy?

You want to buck the Green Hornet?

He said we were 2-bit operators, did he?.

He was right, but this time it's different.

There was a story in the papers.

That warehouse is loaded with furs.
You're pushing it too hard, Bert.

Maybe you're right.

All right, suppose I see it
this is the last time.

It's the best,

but the last.

Here it is, just like the newspaper said.

Let's load them.

All right, you!

Come on down,
we're police officers!

What do we do now?

Call intercept car 48, tell em I'm in here
and I've got the burglar cornered.

/But he saw it/, he's got a picture.

By the time they get here, he won't be able to talk
and he won't have any pictures.

/**/, move out.

You better get back to the car and take it easy.

I'll go in alone.

Yeah, there's 2 of them in there,
both of them have g*ns.

I'll go in this way,
you'll go around the other side.

You sure you alright?

Fine.

It really burns me up.

Why, Mike, you did a marvelous thing.

You mean nailing those 2 cops?
It was only part of it.

The Green Hornet.

I had them right in my hands
and I let them slip away!

Oh, the next time...
Next time nothing, Mike.

You're a reporter, not a policeman.

Let them solve the crimes,
you just write them.

You're wrong.

The Sentinel needs a good crime fighter
like your old man was.

Miss Case, will you
remind him that I'm...

I'm a very sick man.