01x01 - The Silent g*n

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Behold,

I show you a mystery:

We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be changed

in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye,
at the last trumpet.

And now, let us bow our heads
in a moment of silent prayer.

Bannister is the one with the
mourning band on his arm.

I wonder what he meant about seeing him
right after the funeral, or else it might be too late.

We'll soon know.

Ough.

Let me through here.

What it is, sergeant?
He's been shot!

Shot?

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.

Thanks, Miss Case.

You've read this?

Well, I glanced the proofs.
Is something wrong?

Doesn't make sense.

You mean the 'why'?

I mean the 'how'?

20 people witnesses sh**ting,
including the district attorney

and not one of them heard a shot
or saw a g*n flash.

Phone.

It's Scanlon. Is the scrambler on?
Yes.

Yes, Frank.

I have to see you, Britt.
Something just came up on the Bannister case.

Good.

I've got the coroner's report here.
The slug they took out of the victim is 17 caliber.

Seventeen?

I never heard of such a g*n.

Nobody has up until now.
How soon can you see me?

Make it a half hour.

I'll be there.

Mike, Mr. Reid is busy.
This is important.

There's a dame on the phone,
young Banister's girlfriend.

She says she knows who k*lled him.

She's afraid she's next
and wants to get out of town.

She's on the phone now?
Right now!

For 2,000 bucks she'll tell us her story!

Transfer the call from Mr. Axford's line.

Make the deal.

Hello, Miss Cameron?
You've got a deal!

Meet me here at the office.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Make it 11 tonight.

We put the paper to bed at 10:30,
then everyone leaves.

I'll be here
with the dough.

Go down to the cashier and draw 2,000.
Now, this is more like it.

Just like the old days
when I lived in the same building
with you and your father.

Your Pa, rest his soul,
was /run a days/.

I remember once we paid
5,000 to an ex-m*rder*r!

Okay, Mike.

Get them out?
Yeah.

Kato, Britt.

Yes, Frank.

Ballistics has come up with something
more on that g*n.

During World w*r II the OSS had a silent and
flashless g*n invented for use behind enemy lines.

That this must be one of them.

That's my first reaction,

but I checked further and learned that the OSS g*ns
were all 22 caliber and they're all accounted for.

There's one thing that ties in tight.

James Bannister, Dave's father
was a retired gunsmith.

I've got something that ties in even tighter.

Dave Bannister's girlfriend is ready to talk.

Hello.

Yes, Miss Case.

What?

When?

I see, thanks.

The g*n's been used again.
What?

A messenger for a brokerage house
carrying $5,000 negotiables.

He was k*lled in a crowded elevator,
and not one of the passengers heard a shot
or saw a flash.

Then the Bannister k*lling was just a beginning.
They can have this whole city at their mercy.

We've got to find that g*n and destroy it, fast.

Let's hope there's only one g*n we're after.

Yeah.

Kato, get the Black Beauty ready to roll.

In here, miss.

Mike Axford?

The same.

You got the money?

Right here.

2000 good ones.

No.

Talk now, pay later.

What?

The Green Hornet!
What do you think...

Take it easy, miss,
we won't hurt you.

All right.

There's $4,000 in there.

For what?

That's twice as much as your deal
with the Daily Sentinel.

Who k*lled Dave Bannister?

How'd you know about that?

I know about a lot of things.

Why do you wanna know who k*lled Dave?

I want the g*n, it's that simple.
Who has it?

I'm telling you would be putting it
in worse hands than now.

Come on now, if you were clean you'd go to the police,
not the Daily Sentinel.

That money means my life,
I've gotta get away.

You tell me who has the g*n
and your life is guaranteed, by me.

You'll do that?

I will.

You have my word

and this.

Well?

Joe Renner.

He k*lled Dave.

You know him?

He works for Al Trump.

Cheap /Ford, with his/ fix fights
in his rowing crap games.

Why was Bannister mixed up with him?

It was my fault.

I insisted we have $2,000 in the bank
before we were married.

We were both working,
we're putting away a little money each week.

You know, but it was too little and too slow for Dave.

So he tried to make it grow
with sevens and elevens,

lost all your savings
and then tried to get it back.

How did the g*n get into it?

Dave told Trump
about how's father invented it.

He offered it to him in exchange for his //i/o// use.

Then Dave stole the g*n from his father?

When Mr. Bannister found out about it,
he was going to tell the police.

So Trump had him run down by a car.

First, Dave thought it was an accident.

And then he was k*lled to keep him from
going to the police.

Where do I find Renner?

He lives in the Argyle Arms on 10th Street,
apartment 609.

One of them Renner?

No, they work for Dan Carley,
Big Dan Carley.

Look.

Renner,

dead.

You know what this means, Kato?

Dan Carley knows about the g*n.

If they've got it, Carley will have this town
in his hip pocket.

Alright, you guys, hold it right where you are.

Al.

Oh, that's The Green Hornet.

They k*lled Renner.

Al Trump.

Aye,

now get your hands up.

I never thought I'd blow the whistle on anyone, but, eh...

/on/, call a //us//, tell him
Al Trump just got the Green Hornet.

Close the door.

I assume you didn't see Carley's 2 hoods leaving
as you came in.

Carley's boys?

Did they get Joe?

Yes, Al, they did.

Did they also get the g*n?

g*n, what g*n?

I've got no time for games, Trump!

Okay,
okay.

What do you want to know?

Was the g*n here?
Did Carley's boys get it?

I got it stashed.

I want it.

Ha.

So do a lot of people.

Including Carley.

And he's gonna k*ll until he gets it.

Carley doesn't scare me.
He didn't scare Benny Roberts, dead.

Or 'Legs' Carson, dead.
Or 'Smiley' Benson, dead.

Is that enough of a list for you, Trump,
or would you like more?

What do you expect me to do? Give him a g*n?
That would be the easiest and the safest.

Or you could do it my way.

Which is...

Let me negotiate with Carley for you.

Yeah, but I got plans.
So did 'Legs'

and Benny.
Okay, okay.

Do we have a deal?

What's your cut?

Half.

That's highway robbery!

Another highway might lead
right to the cemetery, Trump.

We got a deal.

Move 4,000 units this weekend.

I said 4,000,
I meant 4,000.

I told you to close the window,
I feel a breath.

Already did, chief.
Doesn't feel it to me.

What is all this?
No more tricks, Carley. I'm here to talk business.

What do you want with me?

I have something you might want.

For example?
A g*n,

that fires accurate and fatal b*ll*ts
without g*n flash or sound.

What makes you think
I might want it?

Should I ask them why they k*lled Renner,
or should I just ask you?

I'm a reasonable man, Hornet,
but I'm not a fool.

I know Al Trump's got that g*n.
And I've got Trump right in my pocket.

Meaning?

If you want a deal,
deal with me.

For something I haven't even seen?

For all I know, that g*n may be nothing
but a rumor.

Is a rumor worth k*lling for?

Get it for nothing is one thing, Hornet,

but to pay for it?

I'm still a businessman.

Suppose I set up a demonstration, just the 3 of us:
Trump, you and me, open and aboveboard.

And I'm to trust you?

I'm willing to trust you.

I k*ll, Hornet,
I don't lie.

That's something I have to find out.

True.

Then I'll hear from you?
You'll hear from me.

Agh, what happened?

With bodyguards like you
a man doesn't need enemies.

Gimme Al Trump.

Now listen to me, Trump. I want to do business,
but not with the Green Hornet, he'll move us both out.

But I've got a way to get around that.

Shut up and listen to me.

We'll set up the demonstration
in one of your layouts.

Only the target is going to be
the Green Hornet.

You're still gonna go through with it?

I've got no choice.

It's the only way we can bring the g*n out in the open,
where we can get our hands on it.

You're walking into a trap,
you better let me help.

Thanks, Frank, but the Green Hornet started this,
he'll finish it.

Hey, Hornet.

You've got any surprises planned for us,
have you?

No, why?
Have you?

Green Hornet, I better call headquarters.

You sure it's him?
Positive, I'd know that car anywhere.

Code 12.
The Green Hornet traveling south on Wilmington.

Roadblocks at 1, 7, 9 and 14.

We lost him.
We gotta double back.

Let me see that.

Sure, Mr. Carley.

It isn't loaded

yet.

Let me see it work.
You got it.

Why don't you
take a shot at the wall?

He got the fuses.

Did you lock the doors?
Yeah. He can't get out.

I'm sorry, Hornet,
but this had to happen sometime.

You and I have been on a collision course for years.

Two brilliant men,

there's room for only one.

True,

sad, but true.

I wish I didn't have to use this.

Are you all right?
Fine, Kato, /you got in/ just right.

Call Scanlon,
tell him it's time to pick up these two.

One greased, one parboiled.