01x06 - Eat, Drink, and Be Dead

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"Dirk's Dairy"

No chance of you reconsidering our offer?

That's no offering, you know it.
You must think we're children.

I thought I was being very fair.

Your idea of fair and ours are miles apart.
Goodbye, Dirk.

Take it down.

Keep /her/ steady.

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.

Good afternoon. I'm Britt Reid,

publisher of the Daily Sentinel and owner of
this television station.

I use this unusual way of reaching you,
my fellow citizens,

because an action must be taken by all of us.

Earlier today 2 men were k*lled in gangland fashion
on the outskirts of our city.

According to information gathered by Mike Axford
of our reporting staff,

they were connected with a vicious bootlegging racket,

reminiscent to the roaring 20's, that has
been plaguing our city.

Those 2 men are gone, but others, the probable
murderers, are already taking their place.

They must be stopped.

He's got to be stopped.

And how do you propose to do that?

Invite him out for a drive?

But he must be reached.

I agree.

So...

we'll arrange an exotic end for Mr. Reid.

The one that will leave us free of suspicion,

and license to continue a very profitable enterprise.

Britt, why don't you ease off on this
ring of bootleggers, huh?

We'll break them up, but we need time. That's all.

You have any leads?

Well, I'm still /Buck Shari/.

So if I'll have made a single mistake

the bar managers just follow instructions, that's all.
They never meet any of the organization.

They just told to pick up a shipping at a
certain place and that's all they do.

Where could they be distilling so much
without detection?

Yeah, where?

What do you think, I can't sleep, huh?

Must be a number of small stills
spread out through the city.

Could be one big still.

No, where would they conceal anything so big?

Their program like you say, they could have
the answer to anything.

Kato.

What are you gonna do?

The Green Hornet is going out on the town.

Hornet g*n

check.

Hornet Sting

Check.

Let's roll, Kato.

Green Hornet.

What do you want?

A drink.

All right.

The specialty of the house.

Just as smooth as velvet.

/okay/, be my guest.

Where do you get your supply?

You believe everything you hear on TV?
Where do you get your supply?

Look, you want me to get my head chopped off?
I can protect you from them,

but they can't protect you from me.
Uh-huh.

Some choice.
Your supply?

Well, they call me.

How do they know when you need a shipment?

Well, they don't. I have to pick up and
pay for the deliveries.

When is your next pickup?

They don't tell. when?

Tomorrow.
Where?

Different places.
What time do they call and tell you?

3 o'clock.

Don't try anything brave, friend.

Don't worry. I'm a born coward.

Mr. Dirk.

The cows giving much milk today?

We're operating at full capacity.

Excellent! you may just earn yourself a
bonus come Christmas, Carney.

I see it's time for our customers to pick up their
usual consignments.

Well, make the calls.

Assign pickup locations and don't forget
to put out the usual security. Yes sir.

Brannigan's.

Yeah, right.

Right.

I'll be there.

Brannigan's.

Where and when?

Look, Hornet.
/your load's much/?

Hi, /they be come to the/roadworks/
tonight at 9:00.

You better not be pulling anything.

I told you, don't worry,
I don't want any problems.

Check the scanner.

Check.

Activate the scanner.

No wonder the police can't find out how the g*ng is
transporting the stuff. They're using milk trucks.

They're leaving. Return the scanner and
follow the truck.

Dirk Dairies.

So the honorable Henry Dirk is involved in this.

No wonder he can afford to give so much to charities.

This place is loaded with electronic bugs.

We could jam the transmitters.

No. That would tell them we are here.

Yes, Miss Case.

Mr. Reid, a call just came in, anonymous.

What about?

The voice said for the Sentinel to k*ll the
bootleg story, bury the expose, or else...

Or else what?

Or else Mike, they have Mike Axford.

I'm sorry, I've called you away from wherever
you were, gentlemen, but, uh...

this is an emergency.

Why the big rush?

Why couldn't you have told us over the telephone?
Is it about that reporter, Mike Axford?

No, we're still holding him.

Well?

Two words:

Green Hornet.

What does he want?

We'll know when he gets here.

And how did he come to you?

Why don't you ask him that, Hal?
And you suppose he would have told me?

I don't like it, I don't like it one bit. The police
after him, his own kind out to get him.

That puts us right in the middle.

Still, I...

I suggest we don't play games with this fellow.

He knows something.

"6th Floor Master Switch"

The lights!

Be calm, gentlemen.

No need for panic.

Sit down.

I'll be very brief and to the point.

I've been studying your operation, and I like it.

You have a well-run highly profitable organization,

and I can see its potential for the future.

Meaning what?

Meaning the time has come for you to admit a
new partner to your ranks. Me.

Oh, I'll be a silent partner, I assure you.

And I won't be that greedy either.

5% of the gross operation, shall we say?

Each week?

What are you selling?

How would Britt Reid, editor of the
Daily Sentinel do for an opener.

You must have the touch of a
Don Quixote in you, Hornet.

I don't tilt at windmills, my friend.

You agree to accept my offer,

and I'll put Reid into your hands, delivery guaranteed.
After that, he's all yours.

I don't even care what you do with him.

How do you expect to accomplish this?

Let's have some secrets from each other,
shall we?

Well, it looks as though we've bought
ourselves a new partner.

Is tomorrow too soon?

Deliver him here.
No, not this place again.

Besides, I enjoy taking a ride in the country,
the fresh air.

He'll be dropped off in front of
our dairy, tomorrow night.

Well, how about you and us?

There's time for that. You'll hear from me,

partners.

But, Britt, I can send a battalion of police
over there and just clean it out.

And what chance do you think Mike will have?

Ah, Mike.

What makes you think they're going to let you
penetrate the defenses.

Simple. I'm a partner, delivering something.

I'm going to deliver something
they don't expect.

Isn't there's some other way you can do this?

Mike's neck is at, Kato. We've got to save it.
Just follow the plan and stick to the timetable.

Welcome, mr. Reid.

I must apologize for this unorthodox way
of getting you here.

You won't get away with this.
Oh yes, I will.

The Green Hornet will be blame for your
disappearance.

And your paper will drop us off the front page when the
police start a new crusade to catch the Green Hornet.

Mike!
Boss!

I thought it might be more friendly of me to have
your man wait for your arrival, so that you can
keep each other company.

You going to k*ll me with kindness.

That's one method I haven't tried yet, Mr. Reid.

Sorry, boss.

You're tough luck, Mike. I was planning on
giving you a raise.

Get a rope, tie 'em up.

The Green Hornet! He's blasting the place with rockets!
Alright, everybody take positions.

We'll do a little blasting ourselves.

Lock the door.

I'm bulletproofed in this car, Dirk. Put down
your g*ns and come out in the open.

I've changed the numbers on our deal, Dirk.

I want the percentage up to 25 with a down payment
of 10,000 cash, now.

Or else I'll blast this place apart.

Boss?

That's you, boss?

Sorry, Mike. I want you cool off for this one.

No stalling, Dirk.

10 minutes. The money is in the safe.

Let's show him who he's double-crossing.

Now, Kato.

I've set the b*mb. They have us locked inside here.
Use a rocket on the back door.

Check.

The helicopter! Move, Kato.

/Hold that/

Getting away!

Over there!

Take it down, next to the car.

We can cut the smoke now, Kato.

Let's give Scanlon a call, tell him it's
time to move in.

Too bad Mike had to miss the fireworks.
Let's get him back to town before he wakes up.

The afternoon edition.

Good, this is what we've been waiting for.
Thanks, Joanne.

"ill*gal Liquor Ring Broken"
That's quite a story. I wish I'd been there to see it.

You gotta give him a credit for helping the police.

Well, it was just an accident that he was on our side
this time. Who knows what he will do next time?

That's right, but the important thing is
a vicious racket's been broken.

Records found at the dairy make it open and shut.

Yeah, I guess so. Well, I'll tell you one thing,
I'd like to get the guy that clobbered me.

By the way, when we were facing our final moment
of truth, you said you were gonna give me a raise.

I did?

Well, that's funny. I don't remember saying
anything like that.

I could have sworn you said it.

When you get back to your desk, call accounting.

Tell them to add another 15% to Mike's
check each week.

Right.