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Mr. Reid.

I know the Sentinel has been came paining against the protection rackets in the city.

Who is this?

Never mind who I am. But if you want a big story for your newspaper,

you send a reporter to the Golden Lotus cafe as soon as possible.

What's the matter?

Somebody calling about the Sentinel's crusade against the protection racket.

And he tip that something is about to happen at the Golden Lotus cafe.

The Golden Lotus? You know it? Yeah.

Get the Black Beauty ready.

"Golden Lotus Cafe"

/Good./ They're closing.

Forget it, Low Sing.

What are you doing here?

You can't use our Tong this way any longer.

He-he, that Tsoy Yen is my Tong now.

I'm warning you.

Nobody warns Low Sing.

/Wei la/

What do you want?

Tribute to the benevolence of Tsoy Yen Tong.

Benevolence? You mean blackmail.

Get out!

We're willing to be reasonable, Wing Ho.

I say get out, or I call the police.

/Chinese guys, please help me with this episode../

/...seriously, help!/

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 gonna be alright. What happened to you?

I ran into a little ambush.

Jimmy!

Oh, Jimmy!

It's not mine.

You were one of them! My uncle may die.

You may have killed him. Oh no, Mary, I had nothing to do with it.

You must believe me.

And although the attack on the Chinese restaurant owner had all the aspects of Tong rivalry, long believed obsolete,

It is suspected that something more malevolent is really the case.

As the Daily Sentinel has reported in a series of articles in recent weeks,

there has been a resurgence of the vicious extortion racket in this city.

It is the Daily Sentinel's belief that this criminal operation is now attempting to invade the city's Chinese community.

I'm certainly glad that your newspaper's taking that position, Britt.

I never could buy that Tong war angle.

Somebody is using the Tong for his own purposes.

There's one person that knows who it is? Jimmy Kee. You think so? I'm positive.

Mary Chang thinks he's one of the gang. She's wrong, that mask was not his.

He was unconscious during the raid.

Frank, we've got to find that boy.

I've got a hunch we're not the only ones after him.

If he poses the threat to the Tong, and they're after him,

they're gonna silence him, permanently.

I'll have the police put every available man on the search.

Good.

Kato.

Yeah.

Talk to Mary Chang. See if she knows where Jimmy Kee may be hiding.

Okay.

You know,

if we ever meet up with that masked gong fu man again,

I want him.

You got him.

Preying Mantis School gong fu has 500 years of refinement in it, like a wise founder.

You can learn much from watching the mantis himself at work.

Note the tightness of the defense.

Elbows well tucked in.

My friend...

you have a few things to learn yourself.

Or haven't you heard?

About what, Mr. Slate?

An old man you beat up /last night/.

He's in pretty bad shape.

So?

So you're supposed to get the merchants down here to buy our insurance.

Not to put them in the hospital or a cemetery.

I'll handle things my way.

As long as you're working for me, you'll handle things my way, and don't forget it.

I could kill you with one...

Try.

About that kid.

The cops are looking for the one that saw you go in the cafe last night. What's his name?

Jimmy Kee.

I guess you realize if we don't get him before they do, we're in serious trouble.

Jimmy Kee will come to me, all I have to do... You'll do /it/.

Don't talk about it.

I guess she have this outfit under control.

The old men of the Tong are frightened, the young men are with me.

Except one.

Now you find him.

"Tsoy Yen Tong"

...then I decided to go to Tsoy Yen, see if I could get somebody there to talk.

And when I was walking in, who do you think I saw coming out?

Well?

Duke Slate and a couple of his boys.

Who is Duke Slate?

Among other things he's the boss of protection racket on the West Side.

And now he's expanding it to Chinatown.

Looks like it, doesn't it?

Let's keep the lid on this until we get the whole story, okay?

Sure.

You know,

sometimes I can see a bit of your old man in you after all.

Rest his soul.

I hope you realize that's probably the highest compliment you'll ever receive.

I know, Miss Case, and it...

it humbles me.

Mr. Reid's residence.

Kato, this is Mary.

Yes, Mary.

I know where Jimmy is.

Where?

In the old Buddha temple at /end of/ Mandarin Park.

He called, ask me to meet him at 9 o'clock tonight, but...

But what, Mary? I don't know what to do.

I can't explain, something is happening. I have a feeling I'm being watched.

Mary, this is Britt Reid. Where are you?

The restaurant.

Stay there.

I'll have Miss Case, my secretary pick you up, take you to her apartment.

Thank you, Mr. Reid. Thank you.

Think he's /hurt/ badly? Just stunned.

We'll take him to Scanlon.

Maybe he'll tell Frank what happened outside the Golden Lotus last night.

He will. I know Jimmy.

Then Frank will have Duke Slate and his chinese /had she been/ right where he wants them.

Hello.

Yes.

What?

No, you go on home, Miss Case.

Mary Chang is been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

But why?

You think Jimmy Kee will talk if it means endangering Mary's life.

No.

Obviously Duke Slate and his Chinese friends don't either.

Okay, we've got Jimmy,

they've got Mary.

What do we do now?

There's one thing we can't do.

We can't turn him over to Scanlon.

And although the police refuse to speculate,

it is believed the mysterious disappearance of Miss Mary Chang

is connected with a protection racket, which has been operating recently in Chinatown.

I hope your plan works. It will, Jimmy Kee is no fool.

Get that.

I wouldn't if I were you.

What is this?

I have a feeling we've met before.

Not now.

Let's talk.

What are we got to talk about?

Mary Chang.

Who?

And the reason she's been kidnapped.

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

You kidnap Miss Chang to force Jimmy Kee into giving himself up in exchange for her release.

Then you plan to kill him to keep him from talking.

You sure you're at the right address?

It won't work, Slate.

Kee can't give himself up to you.

I have him in my possession.

What's your interests in Jimmy Kee?

Purely monetary.

What does that mean?

It means I'll be happy to turn him over to you for $25,000.

For 25,000.

Get out.

Friend of yours?

He works for me.

You should teach him some manners.

Hold it.

You're not gonna deal with him?

Any better suggestions? Yeah, let me handle them.

What are you laughing at?

You.

Now stay out of it and shut up.

Alright, it's a deal.

One more thing. I want Mary Chang.

She should be worth some dollars to her uncle when he recovers, if he recovers.

Now about the delivery of Jimmy Kee. Where and when?

Midnight tomorrow night at Tsoy Yen headquarters.

No, I prefer more neutral territory.

Say, the Buddhist temple

/end of/ Mandarin Park.

Don't move! Argh...

'til tomorrow night.

Until tomorrow night.

You've got Jimmy Kee here?

In the basement.

Kato fixed up a guest room for him. It's comfortable, and escape-proof.

Is he have any idea where he is or who you are?

No.

He was unconscious when we brought him here.

What makes you think you'll be able to spring Mary Chang?

Low Sing will have his whole gang of thugs there at the temple. You can't handle them all.

From what I've seen of Low Sing, I don't think we'll have to worry about that.

All right.

I'll have a couple of police cars standing by, and I'll keep these handy.

Where are you taking me now?

You'll see.

My father was head of Tsoy Yen for 30 years.

I'm glad he didn't live to see what you and Low Sing have done to our Tong.

Low Sing and I?

Don't kid me. You're partners.

Low Sing is gonna be pretty surprised to hear that.

No, wait.

Wait until they get on the steps.

Good evening, Mr. Slate.

Get out.

You too, Slate.

What is this?

A meeting of the Tsoy Yen.

Low Sing, /speaking chinese/.

What's he saying?

Calling Low Sing a traitor of their Tong.

And he is telling others to remember Tsoy Yen's honorable history.

He is pleading others to overthrow Low Sing.

Mary!

Jimmy!

Alright, let's get this over with. I'll take the money and the girl and...

Alright, what is this? Where's the money?

I do not pay tribute to anyone.

//.

Alright, this has gone far enough. Now give them the money and let's wrap this up.

You better listen to him, Low Sing.

I no longer take orders from Mr. Slate.

Big talk.

That's all that it is.

Low Sing.

You are nothing without me.

He's nothing with you.

I was willing to let you two operate, provided you played it straight with me.

As of now, you're out of business.

Now who makes the big talk?

Is that all you think it is?

How would you stop us?

Gong Fu?

Isn't that the traditional way?

Alright. Hold it.

We're not playing any games.

Stay out of this, Slate. What do you say, Low Sing?

Man against man.

Slate is right.

What's the matter, Low Sing?

The stakes too high? You afraid you might lose?

I'll kill him as I //.

More big talk.

This man is your leader, your hero.

He backs down like a woman.

Enough!

Any questions?

Untie me!

What now?

That's up to Jimmy.

Low Sing is finished!

So ends the evil times this Tong has fallen upon.

Now let's be wise enough to return the Tsoy Yen to the tradition //.

The tradition of my father.

Okay, move in.

We're not needed here anymore.

I'd like to close another toast. Welcome back, Wing Ho, and a speedy recovery.

And I want to make one too!

To the Tsoy Yen and Jimmy for restoring the Golden Lotus!

Excuse me, I'll get it.

This is the 6th course. Don't we get a breather?

There's still 2 more before the main course, Mr. Axford.

You can serve mine onto the table.

It's for you, Mr. Axford.

Oh, thanks. Excuse me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Thanks for the tip.

Britt.

That was Sergeant O'Mallory.

The cops have got a guy trapped on the top floor of the Century Bank building.

So?

It's the Green Hornet!

Green Hornet?

So sergeant O'Mallory thinks.

What, aren't you coming?

Not untill I finish my almond duck.

Almond duck.

You're gonna look pretty funny if it is the Green Hornet.

Well, I can't argue with you there, Mike.

Say, would you like some more /peach ow yuck/?

Hm-m, I'll love some.

Agh.