01x23 - Alias the Scarf

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Willman's Wax Museum.

You approve, Mr. Axford?

Pretty good for someone who's never
seen The Green Hornet, Mr. Willman.

I have your descriptions in the
/Sentinel note/ thank for that.

Paul.

Yes, Mr. Willman.

My assistant Paul Garrett, Mr. Axford.

How do you do. Hi.

I think we could get a
better effect with the lighting.

Yes sir.

This way gentlemen and lady.

They've all been stars of the Chamber of Evil
at one time or another.

And most of them of deathrow, I might add.

Colonel Stano Blaine.

He never was a colonel.

/And were founded for him milk was/ the most effective
means of feeding arsenic to half a dozen wealthy widows.

Jake Wragge. /resisted/ he k*lled on the instruction the
little people suggest they'd be hanged instead of him.

James Rancourt, Mr. Axford.

My partner and historian.

He knows more about those figures
than the authorities.

Jimmy the g*n.

The Yellow g*ng's executioner.

By police estimate he k*lled over 100 gangsters,

and the yellow kids battle with linear white
for control of illicit whiskey and beer.

Lenny and the Kid made their peace.

Jimmy the g*n was out of work,
so he k*lled them both.

The Scarf.

Identity unknown.

For years before the arrival of the Green Hornet,

the star of the Chamber of Evil.

Urbane, ruthless,

contemptuous of the police,

He k*lled by using a white scarf as a garrote.

He was never captured.

And then, all more than 20 years ago
he simply vanished.

Right.

Even the greatest can be replaced

as will the Green Hornet himself one day.

Now if you'd like to take your photographs.

I'll be at the library pretty late, Peter.

I'm revising my lecture notes
considerably to...

relate our guests to our new star.

I may still be here when you get back, James.

My workroom needs tidying.

Paul will let you gentlemen out
and lock up when he leaves.

Thank you all.

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 was about

4 or 5 feet away from me.

And then he started coming at me with this scarf.

He walked kind of strange
and funny stiff-like and...

And his face. What I remember of his face.

What I could see if it was
kind of glassy-like.

Like wax, you mean.

Yes. Yes, it was...

kind of shiny like that.

Yes. Well, thank you, miss.

Mr. Gram here will take you to the photo gallery.

I'll have a reporter take your story.

Thank you.

It's impossible, Mike.

Not to Peter Willman.

He isn't given much of a chance to live.

She could have made that story up.

I was in the squad room at the 21st pass in the time
of evening with sergeant Doyle when she came in...

Mike, the desk wants you.
A park policeman has spotted a bearded man.

He lost him in the fog, but he found a
dead man lying beside a park bench.

He said he'd been strangled.

194 in, 194 in.

Another sighting, Grove and Maple.

Swing that way, 194.

Right. Moving which way?

South on Maple.
Right.

Let's go.

Hi, Frank.
/Did you heard?/

Mr. Reid's residence.

It's Miss Case.

Thanks, Kato.

Yes, Miss Case.

Mike just called from police headquarters.
The Scarf was just interrupted during an attack.

One of the officers thinks
he might have wounded him,

probably in the left shoulder
and then they lost him in the fog.

Thanks.

How are you coming with that research?

Well, there isn't very much so far.

Do you still want me to come by
after I finished?

Since the man's still at large, yes.

Still at large.

Police made contact with him,
shot at him.

They lost him in the fog,
but they think they wounded him.

Well, that should ease the panic,

convince people that there isn't no
wax and dummy running around wild.

What is running around wild, Frank, and why?

That's a good question.

The first person attacked was Peter Willman.

What does that do for us?

That gives us a direction.

Mr. Reid's office.

Yes, sir.

What's the latest report on the
condition of Peter Willman?

Critical, he's still unconscious.

Anything else?

A man named James Rancourt wanted to reach Mike.

He said that he heard the news
when he left the library earlier.

He was Willman's partner.

I referred him to police headquarters.

Thanks, Miss Case.

It's got to be an answer somewhere.

Well, it started in Willman's Museum.

Yeah, maybe that's where it will end.

See if you can locate the light switch.

A b*llet?

Yes.

And the clothes are damp.

There are many legendary
figures of evil in the Orient.

Some people say they are often driven
back to action by their own malevolence.

Who is this James Rancourt who wrote this?

He's Willman's partner in the museum,

does research and lectures on the tours.

There's one piece of information in there
that interests me.

Veena Rose, the burlesque queen
that the Scarf used to date.

Finding a stripper who worked this town
10 or 15 years ago is like finding a...

wide-open back entrance to Fort Knox.

Yeah, but I found her.

Our entertainment editor
called a booking agent.

He remembered her.

Her real name is Hazel Schmidt,
she lives in a small apartment at Chelsea district.

What you want to talk to me about?

Who is the Scarf?

What was his real name?

I don't know.

You see, he always just sort of...

showed up.

And he never made no passes.

Then why did he keep coming back?

Beats me.

Unless...

Maybe it was 'cause I was a good listener,

you know.

I used to walk into my room, see

and here he'd be.

just sitting in the dark.

He had a great big bottle of cold champagne and caviar.

Just as black as the inside of your pocket
and and those little tiny crispy crackers.

And then he'd start to talk.

I tell you, he could just talk your arm
right off the shoulder, and you loved it.

About completely ruthless murders.

No.

No, never we.

We never talked about that and
I never believed he did any of them things.

He always treated me just like a queen.

He was a m*rder*r once,
he could be again.

No.

No, in anyway I...

I know he's dead. I know it.

Well, he would have come to see me again
if he hadn't been dead and...

and he never did.

Have you ever been to the wax museum and
seen the figure they have of him there?

No.

No, I couldn't have standed it.

When was the last time that you saw him?

Well,

I was...

I was leaving the Burley House and
I was gonna go to a hamburger joint

to get a hamburger.

It was after the midnight show, so it was late.

It always was late when I seen him.

And when I come out of the stage door,

there he was, he was outside.

Outside in a car, waiting for me.

He said he was going away

'cause he was gonna be immortal.

So people would never forget him all those years.

That's what he wanted, he said.

Then he...

he dropped me by the hamburger joint and...

Well, that was it.

And you still couldn't believe about
the robberies and the murders?

I tell you he treated me like a queen!
Like a queen!

Mr. Reid?

That's right.

I'm James Rancourt.

Mr. Rancourt.

Have a seat.

/How is you/ like to make a $1,000

for a day or two's work?

I'd like to make a $1000, Mr. Reid, but...

I'm not aware of anything I could do to earn it.

Mr. Axford tells me that you're the
researcher for the Willman Museum.

Yes, and his partner.

It had been a long and fruitful association.

And you had made a thorough study of the Scarf.

Yes.

I had hoped publish a book on the man.

I found him fascinating.

He was quite peculiar in his invincibility.

How do you feel about the Scarf being at large tonight.

Oh, I shudder.

But I fear we shouldn't have to
accept what people have seen.

Good. Make that the tone of your article.

Is your research material readily accessible?

The main body of it is at the Museum.

Fine.

I'd like for you to go through the Sentinel's files
and select some pictures to go with your article.

Then you can pick up your research material.

It's always good to give
photographic proof to your readers.

Mr. Reid,

unfortunately I'm not a very fast typist.

Mr. Rancourt, we have a lot more typist here
than we have researchers.

What are you doing here?

They told me he come to life tonight.

I wanted to see if it was true.

If he remembered.

But he don't remember.

He ain't immortal like he...
like he promised.

He's just made of wax.

Guess I'll go now.

No, stay.

You remembered.

That's what's important.

For a part of immortality is that one is remembered.

Don't you see that, my dear?

I don't know.

/I tell her the hundreds/ immortal.

Jack the Ripper

Bluebeard

Captain Kidd

The great intellects wrestle with the problem,
but what impel them to their greatness.

And now, Veena,

the Scarf joins that exalted company.

You're the Scarf.

No.

That is the Scarf.

I am the vessel of his immortality.

The /bus road to his Johnson./

You called me Veena.

You wouldn't known who I was if you wasn't.

I can hear it in your voice.

I can see it in your eyes.

You're the Scarf.

Now you have gained a sort of
immortality of your own

because you will be his last victim.

In a few weeks,

when we have put in place the new scene based
upon what the police will find here tomorrow

you will not appear as you do now,

but as I recall you then.

I promise it, Veena.

It can't be.

It mustn't be.

Only the Scarf is immortal.

Only the Scarf!

Since you have refused the services
of a lawyer for this interrogation

Mr. Daniels here has been appointed
to protect your interests.

I no longer have any interest, sir.

My department however has a...

great many interests.

You wish to make a statement?

It's in a book.

I wrote it.

I will attest to its authenticity, but...

I don't know where it is.

I think it'll turn up.

Mr. Scanlon.

Yes.

When the police found me

was there a woman there?

Rather pretty one.

There was no woman.

Then it was a dream.

One of the cops told me that
when Rancourt came to,

he insisted he'd been attacked by the wax figures
of the Green Hornet and his man.

That could have been a dream too.

Maybe.

When the police searched the museum,

they found those 2 wax figures
sitting in chairs in a studio workroom.