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Orange King.

Let's roll, Kato.

Her point is to meet in the park.

He's frightened.

He doesn't want his 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.

Action.

Over here.

Wait, wait.

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.

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, neither will you.

How do you know about the list?

It's bought and paid for.

What else have you bought?

Four 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, Herk.

And I never will.

Don't you forget that.

Let's go.

Hornet, wait.

Listen.

No chance.

What gives with the racketeers in this town?

What about them?

Two weeks ago, Kelton, the trucking racket, he gets it.

A few nights later, Al Albert's jukeboxes.

Last Wednesday, Klinger, gambling.

And last night, Mel Herk.

The numbers boss.

Good.

Think he bad 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.

That corrupt.

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

Then Klinger buys the whole package with a native spear.

And Herk, a poison dart.

They're not dying the way they're supposed to.

The effects 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.

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 tax-ident 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 Herk bought and paid for.

And to the person from whom he got it.

Now, hold on, Tommy.

Just you'll listen to me.

Herk's dead, you hear me?

Herk's dead.

From here on in, you're taking orders from me.

Now the operation goes on in the same way.

You just make your collections like always.

Yeah.

Some of the knotheads you have to do business with these days.

Why you?

More

unfriendly greetings?

Ah, 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 Herk's desk.

Somebody had to run the operation.

I was number two.

Maybe with the idea to become number one.

You mean, did I knock Herk 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.

It's me.

Wait a minute.

You've got ten seconds.

Okay.

Okay.

But I'm only second guessing.

Herk got a call from Jockey Tabor.

The tout?

Hornet's not tout and he's stolen.

I figured Herk would hang up on him.

But instead, he sets up this meat.

What do they think they're pushing around?

Put your hands up.

Keep them up and don't try any tricks.

Not very.

Just enough.

His body's still warm.

There's no coincidence, Kato.

That's what I was thinking.

Now what?

Check 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.

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, J.

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.

But how does that figure into Clark's death?

Simple.

You 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 that Jumbo could offer us.

And we're still here.

Some day soon.

We'll be recognized for what we've achieved.

Reading 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.

If you make yourself comfortable, I'll get Mr. Crane.

He's chairman of the membership committee.

Fine.

Britt.

Britt, how are you?

Hi, Quest.

I haven't seen you in a long time.

I was asking about you at the country club.

Oh, I was in my advertising department paying its bills.

No, seriously.

I've been away for a year.

Africa, 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, Quentin.

But there's another.

Have you been reading about our latest crime wave?

I'll 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 the upper echelon of racketeers has been depleting itself.

The unusual weapons used.

Audrey 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, Grant.

See you.

You mean Reed?

The publisher?

That's crazy.

You 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 her spot with the understanding

that you'll take my orders without question.

But boss, I... No buts.

Do it.

Thanks, Cato.

See you later.

Yeah, Crocker's men.

I thought this was them calling.

Yeah, yeah.

I'll let you know.

Sorry.

On

it, 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 mean you got to him while he was still alive?

Just barely.

But he managed to whisper a few last words.

Quinton Crane.

Crane?

I just had another visit from the Green Hornet.

Never mind about that.

What about breed?

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.

Why do you suppose the Hornet said what he did?

You 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.

Well,

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.

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.

It'd 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?

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 use bows and arrows.

Silence and efficient.

Okay, let's go.

What's the plan?

Well, I have 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.

Gagging us towards a certain point.

There it is right in front of us.

That's where they want us to go.

Now listen.

Listen carefully.

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

Well,

here's one half of the query.

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.

Get me out of here.

Go away!

That's one way to get to me, Tom.

But it's hitting bottom the hard way.

Let's call Scanlon.

I didn't bring up out here.

Get me down from here.

Get me out of here.

No,

we'll give full cooperation.

On your charity drive.

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

Very truly years, et cetera.

Shoot a copy of that over to Edwards and society.

Anything else?

There's a memo from the research department on new driver's safety 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.

Besides, that's the least I can offer you for working overtime tonight.

The Sentinel Newsroom brings you a special bulletin.

An unidentified flying object has reportedly crashed and burned in a field,

some two miles outside the city limits.

Quickly.

State eyewitnesses sighted the object flying due east just before it crashed.

Who's on the city desk?

Or at the tail.

Get him on the phone.

We switch over to our mobile unit at the scene of the crash.

It sounds like it.

This is mobile unit two at the crash site.

Flames and a tremendous explosion when the craft reportedly crashed have completely

consumed the entire saucer-like object, leaving only debris spread over a wide area.

Seconds before the craft exploded and burst into flames with this report,

they saw six to eight persons exit the object and race across the open field.

Hold on for Mr. Reed.

We'll return you now to the news, sir.

Bill, what's the story on that crash?

Five or six people, including an old-duty cop and

a doctor, swear they saw the saucer flying east.

Right, then all of a sudden it started to wobble, lost altitude, and crashed.

A report just came in.

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

Well, the people are beginning to panic.

In the north section, the highway's leading out of the city and beginning to jam up.

I'll send out all available mobile crews to cover that end of it.

Bring the car around front.

Get Scanlon.

Good evening, Mr. Reed.

You killed him.

He's merely stunned, my dear.

I'm just used to my new traction of the power.

Take him over there.

You're 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. Reed.

Wayfarers are an interrupted journey.

And what we want is your complete cooperation.

Approximately 45 minutes ago, our ship went out of control and crashed.

You mean you were in that saucer?

Precisely.

You don't expect us to believe that your visitors from outer space.

I not only expect you to believe it.

I insist upon it.

For obvious reasons we do not wish to remain

here any longer than absolutely necessary.

And that is why we sought you out, Mr. Reed.

Why me?

Your television station.

You are going to tell your fellow citizens to leave us alone.

All we want is safe passage out of the city to some unpopulated area,

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

And if I refuse?

Baba, tell Mr. Reed what would happen if he refused.

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

Unless you do exactly as leader asks, they

shall destroy your entire city in an instant.

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

You are wasting precious time, my friend.

Surely the intelligence level here on...

Eh?

Yes.

It's up to accepting simple logic.

The highways are filling with panicked people.

Panic reads more panic, Mr. Reed.

They're bound to be accidents, needless deaths.

Now, what better thing can you do as a responsible television station 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?

Give a television camera to cut into any program for emergency announcements?

Why use violence, Mr. Reed, when logic should triumph?

Among the higher animals, at least.

Don't you agree, Baba?

Logic should triumph among the higher animals, at least.

I'll make the announcement.

Marvellous.

This is Britt Reed, publisher of the Daily Sentinel and General Manager of DSTV.

Here's a special announcement.

Until all the facts of the reported crash of the unidentified

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.

All right, whatever you're up to.

Call the authorities.

Tell them I want secondary route 210 outside the city, and highway 7W and 18

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 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.

Bella!

Please sit down this case.

Anything?

No signal yet.

What happened?

Where are they?

They got Casey.

Okay, wait, wait.

I just had word from the air force that they're sending a load of top secret

electronic equipment through this area within the hour.

And that includes an H-bomb missile warhead.

You know what route 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 multi-million dollar test center.

Two lab assistants were killed.

Well, he must have found out about the shipment and...

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

And the police have cleared away for miles around.

And he has Casey.

I'm going to get on my car radio.

We've got to get him in there in time.

Let's go, Cato.

The Green Morning can travel faster.

He harms Casey.

Mobus.

That's the leader.

Dr. Eric Mobus.

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

The warheads are never transported with the detonators on board.

But it would be easy for a scientist like Mobus to make one.

He may have a plan.

He thinks his failsafe, but his surefire experiments have blown up before.

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

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

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

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

If he doesn't, they retaliate.

Our entire country may be at stake.

Central Communications Calling Air Force Convoy.

Air Force Convoy, come in.

Do you read me?

Come in.

Over.

Now what?

Well, there's only one way to find out, Sergeant.

This is Air Force Convoy.

We redo loud and clear.

Over?

Air Force Convoy.

Air Force Convoy.

You can't beat this modern equipment.

Many years ago, I offered them communications channels that couldn't be jammed.

The fool and his bomb are soon parted.

What gives?

Probably some ham operator jamming the channels, sir.

All right.

I'll leave the channel open.

We'll see if it clears.

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

I just like the best.

Wine, women, and power.

So, you're so childish.

Martin, do lower our speaker, won't you?

Is that the Air Force frequency?

Positive.

Switch over to the police band.

The boost doesn't miss a trick.

Lama, go outside and prepare.

Let's scan a signal.

Casey, switch over to high beam.

We'll try and track her on the oscilloscope.

I've armed a triggering mechanism, Doctor.

Would you like to check it?

Of course.

Keep the safety switches on to the very last second.

Yes, sir.

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

10 minutes early.

But that'll throw our schedule off.

This can't depend on people these days.

Watch 10 minutes 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 minutes, 10 seconds.

Carried.

Go to Lama and the men.

Right.

In this case, I hope you enjoy living dangerously.

Because in just a few minutes, we're going to take a new passenger aboard.

An H-bomb warhead.

They'll never let you get away with it.

Oh, I beg to differ.

They won't have any other choice.

But 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, Miss Case.

I insist you join me.

Hugo!

Be so kind as to kill her.

Up the road!

It was only the trans-oscillator.

No problem.

No.

No problem at all.

She or the scanner.

She may not have an order.

Singing direction.

Signal's changing direction again.

It's coming from over there.

Stay with the fire.

Spread out.

Please, please help me.

It's got it.

Let's go.

It's the green hornet.

It's going into the incinerator.

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

If I press this button, the device on the

side of your truck will detonate the warhead.

At this range, every man, woman, and child in the city will be instantly annihilated.

We should make contact with the truck soon.

Rig for silent running, Kato.

From what Casey told us, Mavus has that truck

outfitted with ultra sensitive detection equipment.

This has 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.

Up

to the judge, then you go on ahead, Shugo.

Is that clear?

Shugo, I asked, is that clear?

Yeah, yeah, it's clear.

Then along here...

A miller.

And a loud speaker.

Don't turn around, green hornet.

Just throw down your weapons.

Your weapons, please.

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

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 wanted far afield, haven't you?

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

You thought if I had 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, Mavus.

Correction.

I already have.

And not only do I have the warhead, but I also have the green hornet.

What about the police?

Your concern for my well-being is most touching.

In fact, to show my deep appreciation, I

think I will allow you to act as my stand-in.

What do you think the police will conclude

when they discover Shugu in the car with you?

Exactly my friends.

Their only conclusion can be 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's thing is aimed directly at the car.

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

slightest movement inside the car on 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.

But even if you remain as still as statues, they'll

be passing through here in a matter of minutes.

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

What are we going to do?

The first thing we're going to do is stay calm.

There's no way out.

Listen.

Keto.

Yeah.

I'm going to fire the rear rockets.

The reaction may jolt the car forward.

Warren, I have to clear the explosion.

No.

There should be a split second between the time that I

fire the rockets and the stingray activates the explosives.

And that instant the car should move away.

What if it doesn't move away fast enough?

It's the only chance that we've got.

When that police car gets in the area, its

vibrations are going to set off the explosives.

How close is O'Hank with a rocket switch?

About three or four 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 these ropes off and get out of here.

Hello, the warhead.

Leave it.

Put it in the brush 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.

Doctor, I beg you.

Don't do it.

Don't make me a part of it.

All right, then.

You'll stay.

Oh, please.

I'll go with you.

Oh, no.

You'll stay.

We're leaving.

Doctor, please.

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

We'll have to double back.

It's one of the boosters, men.

Please, there'll be nothing.

Where's the boots?

This is no time.

This is nobody.

You're going to tell me where my boot is and the warhead.

If we don't get out of here, by the way, we'll be blown sky high.

We'll be blown sky high.

Where is he?

The warhead's back there in the brush, but he's taken off with a detonator.

Can he set it off by remote control?

Yes.

Can you disarm the bomb?

No, and he's going to wait until he gets fired up away from here and then blow it.

Exactly what does he have to do to detonate it?

He activates that button and then presses it.

Get in.

Take off, Kato.

Not yet.

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

So we catch up with it and we have the moment we need.

Rig for silent 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.

Kato.

Mr. Reed, I know the Sentinel has been campaigning

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 a tip that something is about to happen at the Golden Lotus Cafe.

The Golden Lotus?

You know it?

Yeah.

Get the black beauty ready.

Right.

They're closing.

What are you doing here?

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

But for young it's my tongue now.

I'm warning you.

Nobody wants losing.

What do you want?

What do you want?

A tribute to the benevolence of Soyangtongue.

But nevertheless, you mean black mayor.

Get out.

We're willing to be reasonable, we hope.

I say, get out.

I call police.

Stop mine.

You were one of them.

My uncle may die.

You may have killed himself.

You'll marry us.

Nothing to do with it.

You must believe me.

And although the attack on the Chinese restaurant owner had all the aspects of

Tongue 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.

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

I never could buy that Tongue war, Angel.

Somebody is using the Tongue for his own purposes.

There's one person who knows who it is.

Jimmy Key.

You think so?

Impositive.

My married 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 Tongue, then they're after him.

They're going to silence him permanently.

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

Good.

Kato?

Yeah.

Dr. Mary Chang.

See if he knows where Jimmy Key may be hiding.

Okay.

You know, if we ever meet up with that masked Kung Fu man again, I want him.

You got him.

Playing Mantis School of Gun Fu has 500 years of refinement in it.

Like a wise founder.

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

Not the tightness of the defense.

Ha!

The elbow is well tucked in.

My friend there.

You have a few things to learn yourself.

Haven't you heard?

Heard what, Mr. Slake?

Hello, 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 him 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.

About that kid.

The cops are looking for the one that saw you go in the cafe last night.

What's his name?

Jimmy Key.

I guess you'll realize if we don't get him before they do.

We're in serious trouble.

Jimmy Key will come to me.

All I have to do is... You do it!

Don't talk about it.

I guess you'll have to shut Phil under control.

The old man of the tongue are frightened.

The young man of with me.

Except one.

Now you'll find him.

Then I decided to go to Soyin.

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 Slake and a couple of his boys.

Who's Duke Slake?

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 is sold.

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

I know, Miss Case, and it humbles me.

Mr. Reed's residence.

Kito, this is Mary.

Yes, Mary?

I know where Jimmy is.

Where?

In the old Buddha temple, at the inn of Mandarin Park.

He called.

Asked me to meet him at nine 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 Red Reed.

Where are you?

The restaurant.

Stay there.

I'll have Mrs. Case, my secretary.

Pick you up.

Take you to her apartment.

Thank you, Mr. Reed.

Thank you.

Origin,

rock this city's financial district at nine o'clock this evening.

The blast occurred in an alley behind the Century Bank.

Police have not yet determined whether anybody was injured in the explosion.

However...

Oh, I see my dear.

I thought you'd left for the night.

I just dropped by to dissolve our partnership.

Get him up to the centering room right away.

Even his offset.

Nice music.

Beethoven?

Mm-hmm.

I think he would like that.

So do I.

This is a friend of yours, Mr. Eden.

A friend in whom you can confide.

Until your innermost secrets.

Time's up, Eden.

Oh, hi, fellas.

Hi, friend.

Well, how did I go tonight?

How did what go tonight?

Good job, tonight.

Aren't the boys back yet?

Not yet.

Oh, well, it's a long way back from the racetrack.

The racetrack?

Yeah.

What's the matter?

You've forgotten?

We're knocking over the Riverview Honest Track tonight.

Oh, yes.

Yes, we had forgotten.

Thank you, thought, Ben.

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's slate in his Chinese hat.

You've been right where you want some.

What?

No, you go on home, Miss Case.

Mary Chang's been kidnapped.

Kidnapped?

But why?

You think Jimmy Key will talk if it means endangering Mary's life?

No.

Obviously, Duke's slate in his Chinese friend's 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 Key is no fool.

Get back.

I wouldn't if I were you.

What is this?

I have a feeling we've met before.

Not now.

Let's talk.

What do we got to talk about?

Mary Chang.

And the reason she's been kidnapped.

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

You kidnapped Miss Chang to force Jimmy Key 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.

Key can't give himself up to you.

I have him in my possession.

What's your interest in Jimmy Key?

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?

They worked for me.

You should teach him some manners.

Hold it.

You're not going to deal with him?

Better suggestions.

Yeah, let me handle them.

What are you laughing at?

You.

Now stay out of it and shut up.

All right, 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 Key, where and when?

Midnight tomorrow night, I'll tell you in headquarters.

No, I prefer a more neutral territory.

Say the Buddhist temple, the end of Mandarin Park.

Until tomorrow night.

Tomorrow night.

You've got Jimmy Key here.

In the basement.

He'd have fixed up a guest room for him.

It's comfortable.

Hand-escape proof.

Do you 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?

The low singer will have his whole gang of thugs there at the temple.

You can't handle them all.

From what I've seen of low singer, 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, uh, keep these handy.

Where

are you taking me now?

You'll see.

My father's head would saw you in for 30 years.

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

Low singer.

Don't kid me.

You're partners.

Low Singh's going to be pretty surprised to hear that.

We're

going to let get on the steps.

Good evening, Mr. Slate.

Yeah.

You too, Slate.

A meeting of Dr. Yand.

No, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

No, she didn't.

What's he saying?

He's calling Low Singh a traitor to the tom.

And he's telling others to remember joying his honourable history.

Even some hydrants in this house.

He's pleading others to overthrow Low Singh.

Don't quite think about it.

Go on, everybody.

Speak!

All right, let's get this over with.

I'll take the money and the girl and...

All right, what is this?

Where's the money?

I do not pay tribute to anyone.

Took it, quit it!

Not far enough.

Now give him the money.

Let's wrap this up.

You better listen to him, Low Singh.

I no longer take orders from Mr. Slate.

Big talk.

That's all that it is.

Well, Singh, 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?

Kung Fu?

Isn't that the traditional way?

All right, Hovind.

We're not playing any games.

Stay out of this slate.

What do you say, Low Singh?

Man?

I guess man.

Slate is right.

What's the matter, Low Singh?

The stakes too high?

You afraid you might lose?

I'll kill him as I would go fly.

More big talk.

This man is your leader, your hero.

He backs down like a woman.

Enough!

Any questions?

I'm tiny.

What now?

That's up to Jimmy.

Low Singh is finished.

So ends the evil times his tongue has fallen upon.

Now let's be wise enough to return the Toyian to the tradition it represents.

The tradition of my father.

Okay, move in.

We're not needed here anymore.