All language subtitles for The Green Hornet (Foster, Norman 1974)_BDRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

Hornet-gun.

Check.

Hornet-sting.

Check.

Let's roll, Kato.

Why do you suppose
Hurk wants to meet in the park?

He's frightened.
Doesn't want eyes or ears around.

Do you trust him?

Two weeks ago the answer would have
been "No". Tonight? Who knows.

There's the carriage house.

No Hurk. I wonder what...

Hornet! Over here!
Wait, wait! It's me, Hurk.

I hope this will be
a friendly meeting.

How many "friends"
have you dumped in the river?

Look, I'm trying to do you a favor.

Someone is out to take care
of the big racket guys.

And you and me are on the list.

How do you know about the list?

Nevermind.
But I'm not gonna be a pushover

And if you go along with me,
neither will you.

How do you know about the list?

It's bought and paid for.

What else have you bought?

If we work together
I'll tell you. Otherwise...

We're gonna play it my way.
You first. Who did the killings?

Don't push me, Hornet. You need me!

I don't need you.
I never have and I never will.

Don't you forget that. Let's go.

Hornet! Wait! Listen!

Don't touch it. It's poisoned.

No! Listen.

Come on!

Don't lose him.

No chance.

Nothing we can do here.

What gives with
the racketeers of this town?

What about them?

Two weeks ago, Kilton,
the trucking racket. He gets it.

Afew nights later,
Al Alberts, jukeboxes.

Last Wednesday,
Klinger, gambling. And last night

Mel Hurk, the numbers boss.

Good. if they keep at it,
maybe they'll finish each other off.

That's not the point. Listen.
Kilton, killed by bow and arrow.

Alberts, strangled
with a silk handkerchief

Like a rat.

Yeah,
I guess that's why they call it.

Then Klinger buys the whole package
with a native spear.

And Hurk, a poisoned dart.
They don't die like they should.

The effect's the same.

But who's doing it?
That's the puzzle.

There's a call for you
on the private line.

Thanks, Miss Case. Excuse me, Mike.
Playthe story up big.

Yeah, sure. What's happened
to the good old days?

It's the district attorney.
I got the scrambleron.

Yes, Frank?

I got what you wanted, Britt.

The ID of that accident victim
that you chased.

Are you sitting down?

Why, who was it?

H. J. Clark. A respectable
accountant with no mob ties at all.

I knew Clark! He was a member
of the yacht club. Nice little guy.

Any chance that you were
chasing the wrong man?

None, Frank. Thanks.

There's a pattern forming here.

But which way does it lead?

To the list
that Hurk bought and paid for.

And the person from whom he got it.

Now, hold on, dammit.
Just you listen to me.

Hurk's dead, do you hear me?
Hurk's dead.

From here on
you'll be taking orders from me.

The operation goes on
in the same way.

You just make
your collections like always!

Some of the nutheads you have
to do business with these days!

Who are you?

Any more unfriendly greetings?

Come on, Hornet.
All you had to do was knock!

Then you would have misunderstood
the purpose of my visit.

You didn't waste much time
moving in behind Hurk's desk.

Somebody had to run the operation.
I was number two.

Maybe with the idea
to become number one?

Do you mean that I knocked Hurk off?

Not necessarily.
But maybe you know who did.

You got me all wrong.
How would I know?

He did. But he was killed
before he could tell me.

I wanna know who told him.

Beats me.

Wait a minute.

You got ten seconds.

OK. But I'm only second guessing.

Hurk got a call
fromjockey Tabor.

The tout?

He's not touting, he's stealing.
I figured Hurk would hand up.

But instead he sets up this meeting.

Who do they think
they're pushing around.

Put your hands up! Keep them up
and don't try any tricks.

Too late.

Not very, just enough.
His body is still warm.

This is no coincidence, Kato.

That's what I was thinking.
Now, what?

Check around the room.
Look for a lead, any kind of lead.

Crane, this plan of yours
has gone too far.

We agreed on our list. Then you went
and killedjockey Tabor, why?

Killing that innocent little man
was not on our schedule.

He was only a waiter here.

Innocent little man, you say.?
No danger, you say?

Listen to me, and listen to me good!

Who do you think you're speaking to?
We're not your servants, Crane.

You three men are as deeply involved
in this hunt as I am.

Before you go further, remember that
last night there were five of us.

Jockey Taborwas responsible
for the death of our fellow Clark.

He was discharged for bookmaking
three days ago. And at that time

he approached me
and tried to blackmail me.

It seems he overheard
bits and pieces of our conversations.

And, unfortunately,
totaled them correctly.

You denied everything.

Of course.
And threw him out of my office.

How does that fit
into Clark's death?

Simple. He found another buyer
for the information.

That means that we're all in danger.

Isn't that the game
we've always played?

We faced the fiercest animals
the jungle could offer us.

And we're still here.

Some day soon, we'll be recognized
for what we've achieved.

Ridding the city of the scum,

of the archcriminals that sucked
our blood from the veins of existence.

Gentlemen, I propose a toast
for the next target on our list.

The biggest game of all:
the Green Hornet.

Sir, may I help you?

I'm interested in applying for membership.

But this is not a regular club, sir.

The requirements are unusual,
big game hunting, exploring...

I've done a little of both.
Here's my card.

Mr Reid. Of course.

If you make yourself comfortable,
I'll get MrCrane.

He's chairman
of the membership committee.

Fine.

Britt, how are you?

Hi, Quent. Haven't seen you
in a long time.

I was asking about you
at the country club.

Hasn't my advertisement department
been paying its bills?

Seriously, I've been away
for a year. Africa and the Near East.

My latest trophy.

Mean looking guy.

And a tricky one, too.
Come on, sit down.

Thanks.

What's this about your
wanting to join the club?

That's one of the reasons
I'm here, Quent.

There's another one. Have you read
about our latest crime wave?

I never miss
my copy of the Sentinel.

I even had it sent to me overseas.

Then maybe you can tell me
what I'm curious about.

The strange way in which
the racketeers have died,

the unusual weapons used.

Odd you should mention that.
I was puzzling on that this morning.

It's as though someone were trying
to implicate this club.

What do you think?

Frankly, Britt,
I think it's ridiculous.

I've known every member of this club
for too many years.

There's not one capable of killing.

Then what about the connection
with H. J. Clark's death?

He was a member of the club.

That's what started me thinking

I'll tell you what I'll do. I'll run
a little investigation myself.

Look back in
the membership applications.

If I turn up anything,
I'll give you a call.

Good. I'd appreciate that.

And let's keep this conversation
between ourselves.

You have my word.

If you're still interested in joining
I can send you an application.

Do that, Quent.
See you.

This is Crane.
I want a man taken care of.

His name's Britt Reid.

You mean Reid? Britt Reid?
The publisher?

That's crazy!
It'll blow this town wide open!

He might do that anyway.

He's getting close to some answers.
Too close.

But I'm not set up
for that kind of a rub-out!

Then get set up. I gave you
Hurk's spot with the understanding

that you'd take my orders
without question.

But, boss...

No buts. Do it!

Thanks, Kato.

You see who they are?

Yeah. Crocker's men.

Yeah? I don't know yet.
I thought this was them calling.

I'll let you know. Sir.

Come on, Hornet. You're gonna
break me, getting that door fixed!

The information I have
might make that very unimportant.

What are you trying to tell me?

Whatjockey Tabortold me.

But he's dead.

We know. We watched him die.

You mean, you got there
while he was still alive?

Just barely. But he managed
to whisper a few last words.

Quentin Crane.

Crane? I just had another visit
from the Green Hornet.

Nevermind about that.
What about Reid?

You listen to me.
He says I'm on your list.

And you believe him?

He said Tabortold him
before he died.

Listen, Crocker,
I took care of Tabor myself.

He couldn't have told anything.
I'm not afumbler.

And why do you suppose
the Hornet said what he did?

I can only think of two reasons.
One, he wants to come between us.

"Divide and conquer."

Yeah. He could try that.
Got him on the action, huh?

Or... This is what I want you to do.

The spear trap is set.

Good.

If that doesn't get him,
the snare will.

Excellent.

You haven't told us how you're going
to get the Green Hornet here.

The method is unimportant.
It's the end result that counts.

And a few minutes
will give us the answer.

What do you think?

Probablythe same as you.

He knows he's being followed,
that's exactly what he wants.

I can see everyone
who enters and leaves that gate.

It would be a marvelous thing
to have in the jungle.

You sit in the comfort of your lorry
until the game shows up.

Who's that?

That, gentlemen, is the bait.

The bait? What do you mean?

Look.

To your stations!
No guns.

Why no guns?

We have every policeman on the area
on us. We'll use bows and arrows.

Silent and efficient.

Ok. Let's go.

What's the plan?

It's their plan. Who knows
what they have planned for us.

It's not good, we know that.

Don't look, but there's a camera
up above us in that tree.

Our presence
has already been announced.

Let's stick together.
Watch out for traps and snares.

That was a near miss.

And deliberately too.
They're steering us.

They want us at a certain point.

There it is. That's where they want
us to go. Now listen carefully

We'll get behind them and herd them
toward the snare.

Freeze! Right there!
Here's one half of the quarry.

Look, Hornet. Can't we make a deal.
There's plenty for both of us.

No deal, Crane.

But my position in the community
is a perfect cover.

For more murders, including mine.
There isn't room for both of us.

Hornet, get me out of here!

That's one way to get to the top.

But it's hitting bottom
the hard way. Let's call Scanlon.

Let him clean up out here.

Let me down from here!

Get me out of here! Hornet!

"As publisher you have my assurance
that the Sentinel will

give full cooperation

to your charity drive.

Please let me know
if I can be of further assistance.

Verytruly yours, etc". Send a copy
to Edwards and society.

Anything else?

There's a memo
from the research department

on the safety driver series.

I took care of that this morning.
How about a drink?

What about your date?

Plenty of time.

We're having a late dinner.

That's the least I can offer you
for working overtime tonight

The Sentinel News
brings you a special bulletin.

And unidentified flying object
has reportedly crashed and burned

in the fields some two miles
outside the city limits.

- Kato, quickly.
- First reports coming in state

eye witnesses
sighted the object flying due east

just before it crashed...

Who's on the city desk tonight?

Corman.

Get him on the phone.

- Trouble?
- Sounds like it

...this is Mobile Unit 2
at the crash site.

Flames and a tremendous explosion
when the craft reportedly crashed

have consumed the entire object,
leaving debris spread over the area.

Seconds before the craft exploded
and burst into flames,

6 to 8 persons exited the object
and race across the open fields...

Hold on for Mr Reid.

...returning now to News Sentinel.

Bill? What's the story
on that crash?

Several people saw
the saucer flying East.

Then it started to wobble,
lost control and crashed.

A report just came in.

There's a rumor around town that
we're being invaded from outer space.

The people are beginning to panic.

The highways leading out of the city
are beginning to swell up.

I'll send out all
available mobile crews to covert hat.

Bring the car around, Kato.
Get Scanlon.

Good evening, Mr Reid.

You've killed him.

He's merely stunned, my dear.

Vama just used a manutraction overpower.

Take him over there.

You are an extremely lovely
young woman, my dear.

I hope we will have mutually
pleasant memories of our meeting.

Who are you?

We're wayfarers, Mr Reid.

Wayfarers on an interrupted journey.

What we want
is your complete cooperation.

45 minutes ago our ship
ran out of control and crashed.

You were in that saucer?

Precisely.

You don't expect us to believe
that you are visitors from space?

I not only expect you to believe it.
I insist upon it.

We do not wish to remain here
any longer than necessary.

That is why we sought you out.

Why me?

Your television station.
You are telling your fellow citizens

to leave us alone.

All we want is safe passage
out of the city to an unpopulated area.

Where one of our sister ships
can land and pick us up.

And if I refuse??

Vama. Tell Mr Reid
what would happen if he refused.

At this moment five of our ships
are hovering high above us.

Unless you do exactly as Litta asks

they shall destroy your entire city
in an instant.

Well?

You got all the answers worked out,
haven't you?

You are wasting
precious time, my friend.

Surelythe intelligence level
here on...

Earth.

...yes... is up to accepting
simple logic.

The highways are filling
with panicked people.

Panic breeds more panic.

It's bound to be accidents.
Needless deaths.

Now, what better thing can you do,

as a responsible TVstation owner,
than to make a simple announcement

suggesting that the people
remain off the streets,

calmly remain in their homes,

and arrange to give us
clear passage out of the city.

Why not be the voice of reason
in a moment of panic?

Do you have a camera to cut into
programs for emergency announcements?

Why use violence, Mr Reid,
when logic should triumph?

Among the higher animals, at least.

Don't you agree, Vama?

Logic should triumph.
Among the higher animals, at least.

I'll make the announcement.

Marvelous.

This is Britt Reid, publisher
of the Daily Sentinel

and general manager of DSTV.
Here's a special announcement.

Until all the facts of the crash
of the flying object are known,

I urge all citizens to remain calm.

There's no evidence
that the city is in any danger.

The only danger
is from our own panic.

I urge all citizens to remain calm.

Alright, whatever you're up to.

Call the authorities.

Tell them I want secondary route 210
out of the city

and highway 7W18
cleared of all traffic

for a distance of 15 miles
both East and West.

They won't do it.

Why not?

All we want is
the roads to be absolutely clear

when our ship lands
to pick us up.

We'll take you with us, my dear.

The slightest deviation
from my request

and you'll never see
this charming young lady again.

Vama!

Please, sit down, Miss Case.

Anything?

No signal yet.

What happened? Where are they?

They got Casie. Kato, get...

Wait!

I just had word from the Air Forces.
They're sending

top secret electronic equipment
through this area within they are.

That includes
an H-bomb missile warhead.

You know what road
the truck is taking?

The same one we've just cleared.

The leader. Ten years ago
I covered a story.

He was booted
out of the atomic energy program

for conducting
unauthorized nuclear tests.

He destroyed
a multimillion dollar test center.

Two lab assistants were killed.

He must have found out
about the shipment

and for whatever reason
he's after the H-bomb.

The police have cleared the way
for miles around

And he has Casie.

I'll go to my car radio.
We got to get there on time!

Let's go, Kato. The Green Hornet
can travel faster.

If he harms Casie...

Mabouse! That's the leader.
Dr Eric Mabouse.

If he gets the bomb, what are the
chances of it exploding?

The warheads are never transported
with the detonators on board.

But it would be easier
for Mabouse to make one.

He may have a plan,
he thinks he's fail-safe.

But his sure-fire experiments
have blown up before.

If he slips up with an H-bomb,
this whole area will be destroyed.

Kato, we're dealing with a man of
infinite brilliance and madness.

He publicly airs the use of nuclear
weapons against aggressor nations.

He may have the scheme to drop
an H-bomb on a foreign country.

If he does not retaliate,
our country might be at stake

Central communications
calling Air Force Conway.

Air Force Conway, come in.
Do you read me? Come in. Over.

Now what?

There's only one way
to find out, sergeant.

This is Airforce Conway.
We read you loud and clear. Over.

Air Force Conway...
Air Force Conway...

You can't beat
this modern equipment.

Ten years ago I offered them
communication channels

that couldn't be jammed.

A fool and his bomb
are soon parted.

What happens?

Probably some hand operator
jamming the channel, sir.

Leave the channel open
and see if it clears.

I've always been a man
of simple taste, Miss Case.

I just like the best.

Wine, women and power.
It's all so childish.

Martin, do lower the loudspeaker,
won't you?

Is that the Air Force Frequency?

Positive.

Switch over to the police band.

Mabouse doesn't miss a trick.

Vama, go outside and prepare.

The scanner's signal.

Casie! Switch over
to the higher beam.

We'll try to track her
with the oscilloscope.

I'm done with the trigger mechanism.
Would you like to check it?

Of course.

Keep the safety switches on
till the very last second.

Yes, sir.

It looks like the Air Force truck
and the escort vehicle.

They're ten minutes early.

But that'll throw our schedule off.

You just can't depend on people
these days. Still.

What's 10 min when you hold

the fate of millions in your hands?

What are you talking about??
What's going to happen?

They'll reach us in...
6 min and 10 seconds.

Kerry, tell Vamathey're in.

Miss Case, I hope
you enjoyed living dangerously.

Because in a few minutes we're gonna
take a new passenger aboard.

An H-bomb warhead.

They'll never let you
get away with it.

I beg to differ.
They won't have any other choice.

And before they know
what's happening

I will have armed the warhead.

And I, Miss Case, will have
my finger on the trigger.

What are you going to do with it?

What am I going to do with it?
What does one do with an H-bomb?

I'm going to drop it.

Come now, Miss Case.
I insist you join me.

Shugo! Be so kind as to kill her.

Up the road!

It was only the transisolator,
no problem.

No. No problem at all.

Come on!

Casie is moving. And fast.

She or the scanner.
She may no have it on her.

She's changing direction now.

It's getting stronger.

There she goes!

The signal's
changing direction again.

It's coming from over there.
Stay in the car.

Spread out!

Help me, please, help me!

It's the Green Hornet!

She's going into the incinerator.

Let her burn!

What?

Who the devil are you?

Before you do anything foolish,
I must warn you.

I've armed the warhead.

If you make any move I shall
blow us all to kingdom come.

If I press this button,

the device on the side of the truck
will detonate the warhead.

At this range everyone in the city
will be instantly annihilated.

We should make contact
with the truck soon.

Keep the sensor running, Kato.

From what Casie told us, he
has that truck outfitted

with ultra sensitive
detection equipment.

This is got to be it. turn it off.

We should be right on top of them.

They must have pulled the truck
off the road.

Turn off there.

We have to move carefully, Kato.

...to the junction and you
go on ahead, Shugo. Is that clear?

Shugo, I ask, is that clear?

Yeah, it's clear.

...then here...

A mirror!

And a loudspeaker. Don't turn around,
Green Hornet. Throw down your weapons.

Yourweapons, please.

It's all done with mirrors,
isn't it, Hornet?

I've been an ardent admirer of yours
for quite some time.

We should get along well, then.

And this can only be Kato.

You've both wondered far a field,
haven't you?

When there's action,
I like to be in on it.

You thought if I dropped the ball
perhaps you'd pick it up?

Something like that.

If anyone drops this ball,
dear friend,

they'll pick us all up.
In little pieces.

You'll never pull this off, Mabouse.

Correction. I already have.

And not only do I have the warhead,
I also have the Green Hornet.

What about the police?

Yourconcern for my well-being
is most touching.

In fact to show my deep appreciation,
I will let you act as my stand-in.

What will the police conclude
when they discoverShugo with you?

Exactly, my friends.

That the Green Hornet
masterminded the entire operation.

What about the warhead?

Gone. Spirited away
by double-crossing underlings.

A neat solution to my problem,
wouldn't you say?

The Hornet-sting is aimed
directly at the car.

I've set the mechanism so that,
after it's activated,

the slightest movement inside the car
oron the road will trigger it.

The explosives underneath the car
will take care of the rest.

Please, let me go!

After you, gentlemen

I know the police are staying
a few miles back.

And as soon as we pull out
they'll move forward a little.

Even if you remain still as statues
they'll pass here in minutes.

And the vibration caused by their car
will be more than enough.

What are we gonna do?

The first thing we're gonna do
is stay calm.

There's no way out.

Listen.

I'm going to fire the rear rocket.

It mightjolt the car forward
far enough to clear the explosion.

There should be a split second between
the time that I fire the rockets

and the Sting reactivates
the explosives.

In that instant
the car should move away.

What if it doesn't move fast enough?

It's the only chance that we got!
When that police car gets in the area

its vibrations
are gonna set off the explosives

How close is your hand
to the rocket switch?

About 3 or4 inches.

He said any movement
would set that thing off!

We're just going to have to risk it.

I'm getting out of here.

Don't be a fool!

I've got it.

Let's take this ropes off
and get out of here!

Get out the warhead.
Put it in that bush over there.

Doctor, you can't do it.
This isn't what we planned.

It was only to be used as a threat!

I swore vengeance would be mine.
And now, it will be.

I beg you, don't do it.
Don't make me a part of it.

Alright then. You'll stay.

No, please. I'll go with you.

Oh no, you're staying,
we're leaving.

Doctor, please.

With that jet he'll never try
for a rendezvous at that airstrip.

We'll have to double back.

It's one of Mabouse's men.

Please get me out of here!

Where's Mabouse?

There's no time for that.

Listen to me! You're gonna tell me
where Mabouse is, and the warhead.

He's gone, and if we don't get out
of here we'll blow sky-high...

There won't be no sky-high.
Where is it?

The warhead's there in the bush
but he's off with the detonator.

Can he set it off by remote control?

Yes.

Can you disarm the bomb?

No. He's gonna wait until he gets
far enough and then blow it.

Exactly what he has to do
to detonate it?

He activates the button
and presses it.

Get in.
Take off, Kato!

Kato, anything?

Not yet.

But even at maximum speed,
that van can't get away from us.

If only we could catch up with it,
and we had the moment we need.

Leave the scanner running.

He must have picked us up
with his radar.

He may not have it running.

He must have it running.

No, I know him.

He's got the detonator, he doesn't
care about being followed.

Out!

Mr Reid?

I know the Sentinel
has been campaigning

against the protection rackets
in the city.

Who is this?

Nevermind who I am.

But if you want
a big story for your newspaper,

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

What's the matter?

Somebody calling
about the Sentinel's crusade

against the protection rackets.

With the tip that something's about
to happen at the Golden Lotus Café.

The Golden Lotus?

You know it?

Yeah.

Get the Black Beauty ready.

They're closing.

Forget it, Low Sing!

What are you doing here?

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

The Tsoy Yen is my Tong.

I'm warning you.

Nobody warns Low Sing.

What do you want?

Atribute for the benevolence
of the Tsoy Yen Tong.

Benevolence? You mean blackmail.

Get out!

We're willing
to be reasonable, Win-ho.

I said get out!
Or I'll call the police.

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.

No, I had nothing to do with it.
You must believe me!

...and although the attack
on the Chinese restaurant

had all the aspects of Tong rivalry,
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 rackets in the city.

It is the Daily Sentinel's belief
that this criminal operation

is now attempting
to invade the Chinese community.

I'm certainly glad that your
newspaper is taking that position.

I never could buy
that Tong war angle.

Somebody is using the Tong
for his own purposes.

There's one person
who 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 got to find that boy.

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

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

they're gonna silence him
permanently.

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

Kato?

Yeah?

Talk to Mary Chang,

see if she knows
where Jimmy Kee may be hiding.

If we ever meet with that masked
kung-fu guy again...

I warned him.

You got him.

The praying mantis school of Kung-fu

has 500 years of refinement.

Like her 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 delay yourself.

Haven't you heard?

Heard what, MrSlate?

The old man you beat up last night.
He's in pretty bad shape.

So?

So you're supposed to make them
buy our insurance.

Not to send them to the hospital
or the cemetery.

I'll handle things my way.

As long as you're working for me
you'll handle things my way.

And don't you forget it:
I could kill you with one cry.

About that kid.
The cops are looking for him.

He who saw you going in the café
last night. What's his name?

Jimmy Kee.

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...

Do it! Don't talk about it.

I guess you have this under control.

The old man of the Tong
are frightened.

The young men are with me.

Except one. Now you find him.

I decided to go to the Tsoy Yen,
see if I could get someone 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's Duke Slate?

Among other things, the boss of the
protection rackets on the West side.

And now he's expanding into Chinatown.

Looks like it, doesn't it?

Let's keep the lead on this
until we get the whole story.

Sure.

Sometimes I can see a bit
of the old man in you, after all.

Bless his soul.

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

I know, Miss Case. And it humbles me.

Mr Reid's residence.

Kato, this is Mary.

Yes, Mary?

I know where Jimmy is.

Where?

In the Buddha temple, at the end
of the Mandarin park.

He called and asked me
to meet him at 9 tonight, but...

But what, Mary?

I don't know what to do! I can't
explain, something's happening.

I got the feeling...
I'm being watched!

Mary, this is Britt Reid.
Where are you?

In the restaurant.

Staythere. I'll have Miss Case,
my secretary, pick you up

and take you to her apartment.

Thank you, Mr Reid. Thank you.

Hold it!

Ladies and gentleman, I've just
been handed a bulletin.

Atremendous explosion
of unknown origin

blocked this city's financial
district at 9 this evening.

The blast occurred in an alley
behind the Central Bank.

Police have not yet determined
whether anybody was injured.

However...

My dear, I thought
you'd left for the night.

I just dropped by
to dissolve our partnership.

Get him up to the Sentinel room
right away.

Eden is all set.

Nice music.

Beethoven?

I think he will like that.

So do I.

This is a friend of yours, Mr Eden.

A friend in whom you can confide
and tell your innermost secrets.

Time's up, Eden.

Hi, fellas!

My friend.

How did it go tonight?

Hod did what go tonight?

Thejob, tonight,
aren't the boys back yet?

Not yet.

Well, it's a long way back
from the race track.

The race track?

What's the matter? You forgotten?

We're gonna knock over
the Riverview race track tonight.

Oh, yes. We had forgotten.

Do 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 them
right where he wants them.

Hello?

What?

No, you go on home, Miss Case.
Mary Chang has been kidnapped.

Kidnapped? But why?

Do you think Jimmy would talk
if it means endangering Mary?

No.

Obviously, Slate and his friends
don't either.

OK. We got Jimmy, they 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
refuses to speculate

it is believed that 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?

We have met before.

Not now. Let's talk.

What have we got to talk about?

Mary Chang. And the reason
why she's been kidnapped.

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

You kidnapped Miss Chang to force
Jimmy Kee into giving himself up.

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

Are you sure
you're at the right address?

It won't work. He can't
give himself up to you. I got him.

What's your interest in Kee?

Purely monetary.

What does that mean?

It means I'll be happy
to turn him over. For$25.000.

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?

Better suggestions?

Yeah, let me handle them!

What are you laughing at?

You. Observe and shut up!

Alright, that's a deal.

One more thing. I want Mary Chang.

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

Now about the delivery of Kee.
When and where?

Midnight, tomorrow night,
at Tsoy Yen's headquarters.

No, I prefer
a more neutral territory.

Saythe Buddhist temple
in the Mandarin Park.

Until tomorrow night.

Until tomorrow night.

You got Jimmy Kee, here?

In the basement. Kato fixed up
a guest room for him.

It's comfortable and inescapable.

Has he any idea where he is
or who you are?

No.

He was unconscious
when we brought him.

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

Low Sing will have his gang ofthugs
at the temple, you can't handle all.

Forwhat I've seen of Low Sing,
we won't have to worry about that.

I'll have a couple of police cars
standing by.

And keep this handy.

Where are you taking me now?

You'll see.

My father was head of the Tsoy Yen
for30 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's gonna be
pretty surprised to hear that.

No, wait. Wait
until they get on the steps.

Good evening, MrSlate.

Get out. You too, Slate.

What is this?

A meeting of the Tsoy Yen.

What's he saying?

He's calling Low Sing
a traitor to the Tong.

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

He's pleading others
to overthrow Low Sing.

Mary!

Jimmy!

Alright, let's get this over with.

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.

Give him the money
and wrap this up.

You'd better listen to him,
Low Sing.

I no longer take orders
from MrSlate.

- Big talk!
- That's all that it is.

Low Sing, you were nothing
without me.

He's nothing with you.

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

As of now
you're both out of business.

Now who makes the big talk?

Is that all that you think it is?

How would you stop us?

Kung fu?

Isn't that the traditional way?

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 stake's to high?

You're afraid you might lose?

I'd kill him as I would afly.

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 end the evil times
this Tong has fallen upon.

Let's be wise and return the Tong
to the tradition it represents.

To the tradition of my father.

OK, move in.

We're not needed here anymore.