All language subtitles for 11. The Green Hornet - 11 - The Hunters and the Hunted

Why do you suppose Herb wants to meet in

the park?He's frightened. Doesn't want

any eyes or ears around. Yeah, but can

you trust him?Two weeks ago, the answer

would have been no. Tonight, who knows?

There's the cabbage house.

No, Herc, I wonder what... Hornet! Over

here!Wait, It's me, her.

I hope this will be a friendly meeting.

How many friends have you dumped in the

river?Look, I'm only trying to do you a

favor. Somebody's out to take care of the

big racket guys, and you and me are on

the list. How do you know about the list?

Never mind. But I'm not going to be a

pushover. And if you go along with me,

What else have you bought?If we're

together, I tell you. Otherwise... I'm

going to play it my way. You talk first.

Who did the killings?Don't push me

around, Hornet. You need me. I don't need

you. I never have needed you, Hert.

And I never will. Don't you forget that.

Let's go.

Hornet, wait. Listen.

Don't touch it. It's poisoned.

No, listen.

Don't lose him. No chance.

Nothing we can do here.

Another challenge for the Green Hornet.

His aide, Cato, and their rolling

arsenal, the Black Beauty. On police

records, a wanted criminal. The Green

Hornet is really Britt Reed,

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.

What gives with the racketeers in this

town?What about them?Two weeks ago,

Kelton, thetalking racket. He gets it. A

few nights later, Al Albert's,

jukeboxes. Last Wednesday, Klinger,

gambling. And last night, Mel

Herc, the numbers boss. Good. They

keep at it?Maybe they'll finish each

other off. That's not the point. Listen

to this. Kelton killed by bow and arrow.

Albert strangled with a silk

handkerchief. Agarot. Yeah, I guess

that's what they call it. Then Klinger

buys the whole package with a native

spear and Herc a poison dart.

They're not dying the way they're

supposed to. 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. Play

the story up big. Yeah, sure. But what's

happened to the good old days?

It's a district attorney. I've got the

scrambler on.

Yes, Frank?I got what you wanted, Britt.

The ID on that accident victim that you

chased. You sitting down?

Why?Who was it?A.J. Clark. A

respectable accountant with no mob ties

at all. Well, I knew Clark. He was a

member of the Yacht Club. Nice little

guy. Was there 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 Herc

bought and paid for.

And to the person from whom he got it.

Now hold on, dummy, just you listen to

Perk's dead. From here on

in, you're taking orders from me. Now the

operation goes on in the same way. And

you just make your collections like

always. Yeah.

Some of the knotheads you have to do

business with these days.

Why 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 Herc's desk.

Oh, somebody had to run the operation. I

was #2. Maybe with the idea to become

#1. You mean, did I knock Herc off?

Not necessarily. But maybe you know who

did. Oh, you got me all wrong. How

would I know?He did. But he was killed

before he could tell me. I want to know

who told him. Beats

me.

Wait a minute. You've got 10

seconds.

Okay.

But I'm only second-guessing.

Hurt got a call from Jockey Tabor. The

tout?When he's not touting, he's stolen.

I figured Hurt would hang up on him. But

instead he sets up this meat.

Who do they think they're pushing around?

Too late. Not very. Just

enough. His body's still warm.

This is no coincidence, Kato. That's what

I was thinking. Now what?Shake down the

room. Look for a lead. Any kind of lead.

I tell you, Crane, this plan of yours has

gone too far. We agreed on our list.

Then you went and killed Jockey 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 that way?We're not

your servants, Crane. You three men are

as deeply involved in this hunt as I am.

Before you go any further, remember that

before last night, there were five of us.

Jockey Tabor was responsible for the

death of our late fellow explorer, A.J.

Clark. He was

discharged for bookmaking three days ago,

and at that time, he approached me and

tried to blackmail me. It seemsHe

overheard bits and pieces of our

conversations and unfortunately

totaled them correctly. You denied

everything. Of course, and threw him out

of my office. But how does that figure

into Clark's death?Simple. He found

another buyer for the information. Well,

that means 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.

Someday soon, we'll be recognized for

what we've achieved, ridding the city of

the scum, of the arch criminals that

sucked the blood from our veins of

existence. Gentlemen,

I propose a toast to the next target on

our list, the biggest game of all,

the Green Hornet.

Yes, sir, may I help you?I'm interested

in applying for membership. Well, 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. Reed, of course. Of course. If

you'll make yourself comfortable, I'll

get Mr. Crane. He's chairman of the

Brett. Brett, how are you?Hi, Quent.

Haven't seen you in a long time. I was

asking about you at the country club. Oh,

hasn't my advertising department been

paying its bills?No, seriously, I've been

away for a year, Africa or the Near East.

My latest trophy. Mean-looking devil.

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

Thanks.

Now, what's this about your wanting to

join the club?Well, that's one of the

reasons I'm here, Quint. But there's

another. Have you been reading about our

latest crime wave?I never missed 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 the

upper echelon of racketeers has been

depleting itself, the unusual weapons

used. Aud, you should

mention that. I was puzzling on that

myself just this morning. It's as though

someone were trying to implicate this

club and its members. 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 of them

capable of killing. Well, what about the

connection with A.J. Clark's death?He was

a member of the club. Well, that's what

started me thinking. I'll tell you

what I'll do. I'll run a little private

investigation myself. Look back into the

membership applications. If I turn up

anything, I'll give you a call. Good. I'd

appreciate that. And Britt, let's keep

this conversation between ourselves. You

have my word. If you're still interested

in joining the club, I'll send you an

application. Do that, Quint. See you.

This is Crane.

I want a man taken care of. His name is

Britt Reed. You mean Reed?The

And it'd blow this town wide open. He

just may 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'm giving you

Herc's spot with the understanding that

you'll take my orders without question.

But, boss, I-- No, buts.

Do it.

Thanks, Cato. See who they are?Yeah,

Crocker's men.

Yeah?I don't know yet.

I thought this was them calling. Yeah,

yeah. I'll let you know.

Sir. Oh,

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?What Jockey Tabor told me.

But he's dead. We know. We

watched him die. You

meanYou got to him 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.

Never mind about that. What about Reed?

Now you listen to me. The Green Hornet

says I'm on your list. And you believe

him?He said Tabor told him before he

died. Listen, Crocker, I took care

of Tabor myself. He couldn't have told

anyone anything. I'm not a fumbler.

Then why do you suppose the Hornet said

what he did?I can only think of two

reasons. One, that he wants to come

between us. Divide and conquer.

Yeah. You could try

something like that. Cut in 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 still haven't told us how

you're getting the Green Hornet here. The

method is unimportant. It's the end

result that counts. And a few more

minutes will give us the answer.

What do you think?Probably the same as

you. He knows he's being followed and

that's exactly what he wants.

I can see everyone who enters and leaves

that gate. Be a marvelous thing to have

in the jungle. Sit in the comfort of your

lorry until the game shows up. Yes.

Who's that?gentleman is the bait.

Bait?What do you mean?Look.

To your stations, no guns. Why no guns?

We'd have every policeman in the area on

us. We'd use bows and arrows. Silent and

efficient. Okay, let's go.

What's the plan?Well, that's to play it

by ear. Who knows what they have planned

for us. It's not good. We know that.

Don't look now, but there's a television

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 myth. And deliberate too.

They're steering us, guiding us towards a

certain point.

The area is right in front of us. That's

where they want us to go. Now listen.

carefully.

We'll get behind them and herd them

toward the snare.

Hey!

Right!

Breeze, right there. Well, here's one

half of the quarry.

Look, Hornet, can we make a deal?

There's plenty for both of us. No deal,

Crane. But my position in the community

is perfect cover for more murders,

including mine. There isn't room for both

of us.

Harnett! Get me out of here! Go away!

way to get to the top, but it's hitting

bottom the hard way. Let's call Scanlan.

Let him hang up out here. Get me down

from here! Get me out of here!

Harnett!

And so Quentin Crane, supposed

paragon of virtue, was in

reality a vulture. preying on the good

people of this city. He hit it right on

the head, Mike. He had just about every

racket in this town sewed up. It's open

and shut. Bud Crocker's still at

headquarters, singing like a soprano, and

he's got the Green Hornet tied and tight.

That figures. Yeah, and there's one more

optimistic note. When this

investigation's over, there won't be a

game for the Green Hornet to play.

right.

.

.