01x09 - The Ray Is for k*lling

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Here. Use this one, blow it up big.

You can't go wrong with a Rembrandt.

Make it look good, this is a special.

What is it this time, Mike?
A holdup and m*rder at 6th Street an hour ago.

I called in for a photographer, and I find you've got
them all out on assignment at a charity art exhibit.

/So what?/

When it comes to running a newspaper,
you've got to let charity begin at home.

That's exactly what I'm doing.

The exhibit is at my home.

Take a look.

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Mr. Reid asked that I express his regret at not being able to attend this function today.

But the press of press business is...

...quite pressing.

Ha. Pretty good. Yeah.

He also asked that I extend his heartiest
appreciation to Mr. Thornton Richardson

of the Richardson galleries, without whose guidance
this exhibit could not have been possible.

Rembrandt, /Van Gogh/, Picasso, /Revolt/.

Names of men present and past.

Names of men present and past,
who have given us a priceless heritage.

Paintings from National Museums,
famous galleries. Loaned by private collectors..

Put up your hands!
Line them up against a wall.

Move!

Alright guys, go to work.
Take care of that television camera.

Get me the police. Hurry.

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.

Did you notice anything different
or unusual about any of them.

All I saw were the g*ns.

You okay?

A few butterflies, but I'll live.

Mr. Scanlon.
Yes.

Lab boys confirmed it.
That was a laser beam that they used.

Laser beam? Talk about fantastic weapons.

I've heard of the laser beam, but what is it?

It's a concentrated force, it generates extreme heat.

What about the truck, anything on it?

Thousand trucks, a thousand leads.

Well, check the hospital, get me a report
on the suspect that was shot.

As of now, that's our only hope.
Yes sir.

How about insurance?
Was there any coverage?

Ask Mr. Reid.

Only a bond guaranteed by me,
and the Daily Sentinel, of course.

How much?

Million and a half - the value of the paintings.

Britt Reid.

Who is this?

Just a friend, Mr. Reid. I want you to
know the paintings are safe...

but for now.

For now?

Maybe forever, if you're willing to pay the price.

Which is?

One million dollars.

Cash money.

That's ridiculous.

Now if we start playing with matches, it's going
to cost you a million and a half, Mr. Reid.

You see?

We know about the bond.

Hello?

Hello?

They didn't waste any time.

What do they want?

A million dollars, or they burn the paintings.

That's horrible. Those paintings belong to the world.

But a million dollars? You haven't got
that kind of money lying around.

Then I'll have to raise it.

Well, even if it means selling the Sentinel?

Even if it means selling the Sentinel.

Check the scanner.

Check.

Hornet g*n

check.

Hornet Sting

check.

Let's roll, Kato.

Aren't you taking a big chance? There must be
a guard on him at the hospital.

Undoubtedly. And I'll have to get past him.

And hope you can get the prisoner to talk?

He won't talk for the police.

But maybe the Green Hornet can convince him
it's the right thing to do.

"Century Hotel - employees entrance"

"Metropolitan Hospital"

Put it on the bed.

Thank you.

Sorry buddy, nobody's allowed in there.

What happened?

I was too late, they got him with the laser.

You notice anything unusual around here?
Nothing.

Look.

We'll follow him, Kato. Silence and dark, and hope
he's not rushing to the airport to catch a plane.

"Richardson Galleries"

My good friend and co-sponsor
Thornton Richardson. He's behind this.

Bow did it go?
Beautiful, /toasted/.

You weren't followed, were you?
Nah, I was away before anyone knew what happened.

Better play safe. You two go outside
and make certain.

No answer at Reid's house.

Watch the door.

What are you doing here? What do you want with us?
I've taken a sudden interest in art.

I didn't think you bothered to buy anything.
I'm not interested in buying.

Oh, well, if you're here to steal,
help yourself.

You underrate me, you Richardson.

I came to cut myself a piece of cake.

I don't think I quite understand.

A million and a half worth of masterpieces

currently on the market for the
discount price of 1 million.

Were you at Reid's apartment this afternoon?

Possibly.

And we beat you to the paintings?

Exactly, that's why I'm here.

You don't think we'd be foolish enough
to have them here.

I just want my cut of the money.

That's ridiculous.

I've been planning this too long
to just give it away.

I only want half.

Do you se that empty frame?

Before long it'll contain 1 million dollars
worth of Rembrandt.

If Reid pays.

He will.

I set him up perfectly, with every step
falling into place.

Every step 1 - you now have a partner.

What if I refuse?

Then that frame might contain a portrait of you,

/Idstein/ black.

I'll be in touch

when Reid pays.

What are you gonna do about him?

He doesn't frighten me.

Nobody's ever beaten him.

But nobody's ever used a laser beam against him.

He tries to interfere, it'll be his portrait in that frame,

hedged in black.

Britt Reid.

Good evening, Mr. Reid. This is your friend again.
Do you have the money?

Not yet. It takes time to gather
a million dollars in cash.

Well, time is something you haven't got much of.
Your deadline is 10 o'clock tomorrow night.

Now listen...
You listen, Reid.

I hope you not stalling.

Be at your office tomorrow night with the money,
or the paintings get fed to the laser.

And...

be sure and have Miss Case there with you.

Miss Case? What does she have to do with this?

But she's going to make delivery.

Just to assure us you don't try any tricks.

Now, wait a minute.

10:00

10:00 tomorrow night.

You sent for me, Mr. Reid?

Yes I did, doctor. Have a seat.
Thank you.

I have a question for you apropos of our
headline story of yesterday.

As science editor of the Daily Sentinel,
if you had to face a laser beam,
what would you use for protection?

Well, as far as I know there is no protection.
It concentrates such a high volume of heat, that...

Wait a minute.

There is a highly classified liquid that's used to
coat the heat shields of our space capsules
for re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere.

It's manufactured by a local firm.

Do you know the firm?

No sir, but I can find out.

Do that.
Yes sir.

Here's, Britt. Had to tell some lies to get it.
I hope it works.

Thanks, Frank. So do we.

Spray it on the Black Beauty, evenly.
One uncovered area and we've had it.
Only have 30 or 40 seconds as it is.

Would that be enough time?

It has to be.

One million dollars in cash,
never thought I'd see that.

Much less be delivering it.

Play it cool, huh.

That's going to be your problem.

Here's your direction finder.

Keep it well hidden.

We won't have visual contact,
so whatever you, do don't lose it.

Alright, it's after 10 o'clock.
I wonder what they're up to?

Britt Reid.

Here's the plan, Mr. Reid.

In 5 minutes a cab will pull up in front of the
Sentinel building. Miss Case will get into it.

The cab driver has his instructions.

No harm will come to her?

We don't want to k*ll, but we will
if we have to.

They've stopped. It's registering /eight o/,
it can't be more than 200 yards away.

This is where you change cars, Miss Case.

Something's happened to the transmitter.

Excuse me, I'll take this.

Stay here and make sure we're not followed.
Right.

Come on, get in.

Activate the scanner, Kato.

They've switched cars. That's the one
we followed to Richardson's.

They're about half a mile ahead.

Follow them not too closely, and run silent.

Green Hornet following Steve.
Repeat, Green Hornet following Steve.

Do you read me?

I hear you, we'll take care of it.

You wouldn't believe me.
Get the laser beam ready.

He drove into the runoff /fi.../, Kato.
That tunnel leads to the pumping station.

Not much room to duck the laser beam in there.

Make sure it's not Steve you burn.
He's got a million dollars that I've got plans for.

Can we use a rocket?
Not with Casey on the receiving end.

Car coming with headlights.

Steve. Let him through.

Welcome, Miss Case.

Thanks.

/Other/ car coming.

It's the Hornet. Let's give him a warm welcome.

They triggered a laser beam.
I can feel it.

They're still coming.

Maximum strength.

I can't hold my speed.
You can't slow down now, keep going.

Richardson, look out.

You were looking for me?
Where have you been, Mike?

Taking 2 hours for lunch isn't like you.

Doc Bendix, the science editor took a
bunch of us out to celebrate his raise.

That's nice.

Which brings to mind, how come him,
who writes all that dull baloney gets a raise.

And me, ace crime reporter and circulation builder
has to struggle along pinching pennies? How come?

Because his department does the community and
the publisher of this newspaper a great service.

That's how come.

Pff.

Uh, Mike, tell me about the holdup
m*rder you were on this morning.

It was a beauty.

These two masked racketeers walked into
this supermarket with g*ns roll.

And this police car drives up
with a cop inside, one cop.

And he gets out, opens the door,
pulls out his g*n and takes a blaster.

But he forgot to roll down the window.