01x17 - Seek, Stalk, and Destroy

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Evening, Bill.

Evening, Paul.

Right on time as usual.

You don't suppose I'm gonna be late /to report
on the/ dumbest job in the world, do you?

Anything happened?

Yeah. A lot of things,
but not around here.

I can't figure out whether they need
anybody to watch this stuff.

I don't complain Paul. At least it's a living.

Not much of a one, but a living.

Good night.

Good night. Say hello the missus for me.
Sure thing.

Darn job is getting to me.

Hey, where you go with that tank?

Hold it!

Hold that tank!

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.

He's done it again.

Who's done what again?

The Green Hornet! I'll bet my bottom dollar,
he's the one who stole that tank.

What use would he have for it?

You've always said that that car he has
is as formidable as a tank.

Sure, but now he has 2 of them.
So he's doubly dangerous!

That's the way I'm playing it up at my story.
Oh no, you're not, Mike.

We print news, not theories.
But...

There's a call for you. It's the warden
at the penitentiary.

Thanks, Miss Case.

Look, Britt!

No, Mike.

N.O.

Excuse me.

Yes, Warden.

He does?

This afternoon.

Yes, I certainly will.

Thanks for the call, Warden.

Cancel all my appointments for today, Miss Case.
I have to go to the penitentiary.

Brad Devlin wants to see me.

The poor man, 3 months on death row.

And innocent too.

You sure?

I know Brad, Miss Case.

w*r hero, successful businessman.
He's not the m*rder*r type.

I didn't know there was a type.

You might be right.

Maybe I'm theorizing.

But the investigators that I hired came up with enough
evidence to create a reasonable doubt in my mind.

I hope they do in the governor's.

Britt. Brad.

You said you wanted to see me.
If...

it's about the appeal,

I don't have any answers yet.

You still have 48 hours.

I know you're doing all you can.

It's that thought that's helping me
keep my sanity.

No, it's something else that bothers me.

Oh?

It's about that tank that was stolen.
I heard about it at the prison grapevine.

What about it?

I think I know who did it, and why.

That's the wildest story I've heard in quite a while.
It certainly is.

But Bradford Devlin is...

is worried about a visit he got from
his old crew chief.

He swore that he wouldn't allow society
to take his former commander's life.

That happens 2 days from now.

A plot like that could never work.

Yeah, I agree.

But Brad seems to think there's a possibility.

He said that he and his old tank crew from Korea...

we're as close as any 4 men could get.
They lived, ate, slept together.

And fought together.

I buy all that, but planning a
prison break using a tank?

But that's the one weapon those men
can use effectively.

15 Medals of Valor among them proves it.

Valor is one thing,
sheer insanity is another.

That's why Brad wants it stopped.

He feels that, if there's an escape
attempt at this time,

it'll ruin his chances for pardon.

And the new evidence that I gave
the governor will be thrown out.

You better give me those names again.

Let's see. Crew chief...

Earl Evans, whereabouts unknown.

The gunner was Hollis Silver,
also whereabouts unknown.

The one possible lead, a man named
Edward Carter, communications.

He owns a small television repair shop in town.
I'll have a pick up order put out on him right away.

That's the one thing that Brad doesn't want.

He feels if these men get themselves boxed in,
they'll fight their way out instinctively.
He doesn't want anyone to get hurt.

Well, he has no choice in the matter.

Yes, he does.

And the Green Hornet will see that he gets it.

What do you want?

We want to make a swap.

Swap?

Your life for an M3 tank.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know anything about a tank
that was stolen last night?

What do I want with a tank?

/I've had belly/ full of tanks in Korea.

Almost cost me my life.

I lost a leg.

Let me handle him. Uh-hmm.

Maybe our information was wrong.

It sure was.

All right.

You tell no one of this visit.

If you do...

we know where to find you.
Is that clear?

Yeah, you bet.

Earl.

Earl.

Yeah.

There's a truck coming.

I think it's Eddie.

Well, make sure it is.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's him.

Wait a minute, there's another car!

Yeah, I think a car followed him out here.

You want me to come down?

No no. You stay put where you are.

Keep an eye on our visitors.

Smile. Act like you're glad to see me.

Hi, what's wrong?

You were followed out here.

The Green Hornet.

It must be the Green Hornet.
He came by the shop.

Tell me about it inside.

Where is it?

Stopped by that little oak tree.

The tank must be in the barn.

What would we do?

Stay put for a minute, then we'll go ahead on foot.

Why don't we blast a barn with our rockets?

It wouldn't be much good against the tank.

Besides I've promised Devlin
no one would get hurt.

Look at that.

Range...

200 yards.

Adjust.

Adjust 20 yards right.

20 yards right.

Keep an eye on him. We're going after him.

I've lost him.

This is far enough. Pull off the road.

What did you stop for?

We're getting too close to the highway.
Besides that car's too maneuverable.

You there in the tank, listen to me.

I want to talk to you.

/Save the ammunition./

Stop firing and listen to me.

I have a proposition for you.

We've got nothing to talk to you about.

Clear out, or we'll track you and destroy you.

I can make an anonymous phone call from this car.

Within 10 minutes the authorities can have
the right equipment here to knock you out.

He could do it.

I make no deals with the Green Hornet!

Only wants to do is talk.

I say we meet with him.

If we lose the tank now, the skipper
goes right down the drain.

He's right, chief. We can't take that chance.

You're fools, both of you.

All right.

We're meeting in the farmhouse.

Come in on foot. Keep your hands in plain sight.

Pick him up. Bring him in.

/insists/ the odds against your success are
a 1000 to 1, I suggest you accept my proposition.

Or maybe you can tell us how you know
what we had planned.

What's the difference?

I'll make it my business to know many things, including
the best escape routes from State Penitentiary.

And you'll use one of them to get the skipper out?

In exchange for the tank. I have plans for it.

No.

We're the ones who have to do it.

Even if you fail?

If the skipper gets it, we go with him.
It's always been that way.

Your loyalty touches me.

None of us would be here if it weren't for captain Devlin!

He saved our lives 3 times.

He's got more guts than all of us put together.

And you're not just doing this
because you believe he's innocent?

The man he k*lled deserve k*lling.

The general?

General?

Ha-ha-ha.

He was no more a general than I am.

That chicken livered coward cost junior his leg.

Then he wrote a book.
His w*r memoirs he called them.

Full of lies.

He made himself a hero and branded
the skipper and all of us cowards.

Then the lawsuit's the answer, not m*rder.

One of us should have done it,
not Captain Devlin.

Isn't it possible one of you did?

And what was the reaction?

I don't know.

But I might have hit a nerve.

Evans planned the break, so it might be
his way of solving his conscience.

Carter lost his leg because the
general lost his head in battle.

A life for a leg?

What about the 3rd man, Silver?

Inscrutable.

Just my boil hate, and every shows team.

Thin premises.

But premises.

What's the next move?

It's yours.

Mine?

I need Bradford Devlin.

What for?

They'll do anything he says.
Even give up the tank.

That can't be done.

First of all, that's beyond my authority.

Devlin is a condemned prisoner
with an execution date set.

Only the governor could okay that.

Then I'll call him.

What would you tell him?
Introduce yourself as the Green Hornet?

He'd never do business with you.

Then I have another way.

I'm going to keep a rendezvous
and recover a tank.

Frank, make arrangements for me
to borrow Bradford Devlin's voice.

We're here and ready to trade.

Leave the tank and meet us halfway.

We will...

as soon as we know you've got captain Devlin.

Evans, Silver, Carter?
Do as these men say.

They kept their promise
and helped me to escape.

I'm fine.

I'm safe.

It's him! It sounds like him.

Let's go and get him.

Not so fast.

Show yourself, captain.

Let us see you.

Alright, Frank. Into your act.

I don't ever let you talk me into this.

Come on, captain.
Let us have a good look at you!

Wish me luck.

Looks like him.
Yeah, you can't tell much.

No. Neither can i.

Captain!

Let's get a good look at you!

He doesn't move a foot until all of you
move away from that tank.

What do we do now? We can't let the skipper
get this /closer than lose him/.

He's right, chief.
Shut up!

Captain!

When we were in big trouble at Incheon,
we had to leave the tank.

We decided on a password. What was it?

What do we do now?
That's not on the tape.

/Ease/ back into the car.

We said we never forget that password,
captain. What was it?

We have to stop that tank.

How?

I'm willing to try it on foot
if you are, Kato.

I'm not gonna let you do it alone.

Alright let's make it a threesome.
No, Frank. You have to be our backup.

You'll call for help if we don't make it.

Kato, bring along a gas dart. Just in case.
Check.

Good luck.

You've only got one shot, Kato. That
aperture is pretty small. Make it good.

Tear gas!

Don't do it /so.
I gotta k*ll him. No, I'm telling you.../

Kid, I'm sorry.

Oh, you're crazy, man.

Listen to me, please. Listen...
Take it easy.

You gotta get the captain out.

Tell him he's innocent.

We've tried that.

He is.

I did it.

I k*lled the general.

You did?

But why?

Cost me my leg.

Made me half a man.

Then he wrote that book.

Is there any proof that you did it?

g*n that I used is behind the cabinet
next to the door, in the shop.

Tell the captain, I'm sorry.

I should have said something.

Hi, Mike.

Here it is! The late edition.

"Bradford Devlin released."
"Former w*r comrade admits guilt."

Thank You, Britt.

I had a little help.

Mike, I've arranged for you to collaborate
on a feature story of Mr. Devlin.

"My days on death row."
I like that.

When do we start, Mr. Devlin?

In about a week, Mike.
I'm off for a vacation.

Sunlight and fresh air.

Large doses of it.

Excuse me.

He's a very lucky man.

Very.

Sometimes you have to look beyond
the headlines for the real story.

Ow?

Like this item on page 10.

"Tank recovered under
mysterious circumstances."

I bet the Green Hornet was in on that.

Maybe, maybe not.

For all we know, he might have
arranged Brad Devlin's release.

Britt Reid, if I didn't know you better,
I'd advise you to stay away from c*ck parties.

Which reminds me.

Poor Mike. If the Green Hornet were ever
captured, all the fun would go out of his life.

It'd have quite an effect on mine too, my dear.