Green Hornet 39-06-08 (0348) Trouble Hits The Trolleys

Summary

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Podcast Summary: Green Hornet 39-06-08 (0348) – "Trouble Hits The Trolleys"

Podcast: Harold's Old Time Radio
Host: Harold's Old Time Radio
Episode Date: January 14, 2026
Original Air Date: June 8, 1939

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Overview

This episode presents an original broadcast of "The Green Hornet," set in the golden age of radio drama. The featured episode, "Trouble Hits The Trolleys," follows publisher Britt Reid (a.k.a. The Green Hornet) investigating a series of suspicious trolley accidents amidst a citywide push to replace streetcars with buses. Suspicions fall on Fisher, a shrewd businessman angling for the lucrative bus franchise, as Reid and his team at the Daily Sentinel peel back layers of corruption, sabotage, and political intrigue. The story explores themes of sensational journalism, integrity, civic responsibility, and vigilante justice.

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Key Discussion Points and Story Beats

Competition in News Reporting & Sensationalism (02:48–05:10)

• The episode opens with heated rivalry between newspapers—the Clarion and the Daily Sentinel—over coverage of a recent trolley accident.
• Ms. Case and Mr. Reed discuss journalistic standards, with Reed refusing to sensationalize for higher circulation:

  • Reid (04:03): "As long as I'm publisher of this paper, I'm not going to color any story to gain circulation. A lot of readers may want lurid yellow journalism, but they won't get it from the Sentinel."

• This sets up the ethical divide and foreshadows the stakes for how the news shapes public opinion and political decisions (e.g., the upcoming vote on the bus franchise).

The Streetcar Accident and Political Intrigue (05:12–06:07)

• Lowry (reporter) questions why the streetcar line suddenly experiences problems, linking the timing to Fisher’s campaign to replace streetcars with buses.
• Reed pushes his team to dig deeper on Fisher, suggesting sabotage is afoot:

  • Reid (05:29): "Doesn't it strike you as odd that the streetcar line should start running into trouble right when Fisher starts his campaign?"

• The Sentinel's staff begins investigating Fisher, the city inspector (Grady), and suspicious new hires at the car barns.

The Villains' Sabotage Plan (06:31–07:56)

• Fisher pressures Grady to file stronger reports for city council, pushing for more severe accidents without getting caught.
• Grady is reluctant but is bribed into stepping up the sabotage, even planning another, more dramatic crash to force action against the streetcar company.

Attempted Reporter Bribery & Streetcar Sabotage (07:56–09:38, 09:38–10:51)

• Lowry confronts Fisher for trying to bribe him into writing negative editorials:

  • Lowry (09:23): "Why, you chiseling line crook. You no good scheming grafter. ... The Sentinel is going after you with both barrels."

• Meanwhile, Fisher orders Moran and Atwell to sabotage the next streetcar, ensuring the crash looks like gross company negligence.

The Dramatic Trolley Crash (10:51–12:06)

• A streetcar, sabotaged and out of control, crashes, just as a nearby officer and bystanders witness the event. The aftermath escalates the push for a city council vote to replace trolleys with buses and sets the stage for legal action against the streetcar company.

Investigation Stalls—No Evidence (12:23–13:09)

• Reed and Lowry find the evidence against Fisher and Grady airtight—no direct links, and the bribed repairmen (Moran, Atwell) are spending freely but claim plausible deniability.
• Ms. Case questions whether vigilante action is the only way left:

  • Ms. Case (12:57): "Isn't that the only way to catch these crooks?"

• The dialogue slyly references the Green Hornet’s vigilante tactics.

The Green Hornet Takes Action (13:09–15:35)

• Reed, as the Green Hornet, decides to intervene, writing a secretive note in disappearing ink to Mr. Hanson (streetcar boss), coercing him to cooperate in a sting against Fisher and his henchmen.

The Final Confrontation & Sting Operation (16:21–25:56)

• The Green Hornet gathers the saboteurs and lures Fisher to the car barns for a showdown.

  • Fisher refuses at first but, under threat of exposure, offers a bribe and then tries to draw a gun on the Hornet.

  • Fisher (22:59): "What are you after, Hornet? Is it money?"

  • The Hornet insists on a written confession, but Fisher double-crosses him, leading to a brief fight.
  • Cato, the Hornet’s aide, steps in with Jiu Jitsu, subduing the criminals.

• Police arrive, finding evidence, the unconscious criminals, and a (disappearing ink) letter from the Hornet. Moran and Atwell confess, directly implicating Fisher:

  • Atwell (25:32): "We was working for Fisher, that's how. Fisher's the guy."

  • Officer (25:40): "Fisher will be convicted. ... He might have got away with it before, but now that we found him here...he's sunk."

Memorable Ending and the Green Hornet’s Signature Move (25:56–27:33)

• The confession written in disappearing ink leaves the police awed:

  • Doyle (26:12): "There ain't no writing on this page. It's blank."

  • Lowry (26:18): "The Green Hornet thinks of everything."

• As the Hornet makes his escape, the Daily Sentinel gets the scoop, besting the Clarion and thwarting the would-be bus monopoly.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Reid on Journalism (04:03):
  "As long as I'm publisher of this paper, I'm not going to color any story to gain circulation."

• Lowry on Bribery (09:23):
  "Why, you chiseling line crook. ... The Sentinel is going after you with both barrels."

• Ms. Case on Vigilantism (12:57):
  "Isn't that the only way to catch these crooks?"

• Police React to the Disappearing Ink (26:12):
  "There ain't no writing on this page. It's blank.... The Green Hornet thinks of everything."

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Timestamps for Key Segments

• 02:48 — Newspapers debate coverage of the trolley accident
• 05:10 — Suspicion rises about sabotage, Reed urges investigation
• 06:31 — Fisher and Grady conspire to intensify streetcar sabotage
• 09:23 — Lowry is offered (and rejects) a bribe from Fisher
• 10:58 — Sabotaged trolley crashes, intensifying crisis
• 12:23 — Investigators find evidence elusive
• 13:09 — Reed decides to act as Green Hornet
• 16:21 — Green Hornet’s plan in motion, prepares the sting
• 22:59–24:32 — Confrontation with Fisher and his men; Green Hornet and Cato triumph
• 25:05 — Police arrive, evidence and confessions obtained
• 26:12 — The disappearing ink reveal and the Hornet’s signature escape

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Tone and Style

The episode thrives on clever banter, noir-style suspense, and a brisk pace. Typical of 1930s radio drama, it balances tense action sequences (the sabotage, the confrontation) with punchy, sometimes humorous newsroom repartee. The Green Hornet's persona is unwaveringly calm, clever, and just; his legend grows as much in myth as in deed.

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Conclusion

"Trouble Hits The Trolleys" is a classic Green Hornet adventure, blending investigative journalism, political corruption, and vigilante heroics with vintage radio flair. It showcases how democracy, integrity, and a little masked intervention can turn the tide against systemic corruption—leaving listeners entertained and rooting for both the press and the Green Hornet's unique brand of justice.

Transcript

[A]

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[B]

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[A]

Sam. It's.

[B]

The adventure. Trouble hits the trolleys. The events and characters depicted in this drama are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[A]

Clarion Pair Clarion streetcar accident. 50 passengers in panic. Clarion. Yes, sir.

[B]

Keep it change. Gee, thanks. Some story in the Clarion Intermissive about the streetcar. Yeah, I know all about it. Listen, kid, why don't you plug the Daily Sentinel instead of the Clarion, huh? You're selling both of them, aren't you? Sure, but that don't. Sentinel's got a better story than the Clarion ever had. No, it ain't, mister. Don't tell me, sonny. I phoned it in myself. It's all over the front page. Yeah, but it ain't as good as the Clarion story. Now listen. Well, take a look if you don't believe me. There's a Sentinel right here. Hey, taxi. Taxi. Look at that. Selling three Clarions to every one of ours. The daily tent, Law office. Step on it. A fine yarn this is. Why didn't we give it an eight column head like the Clarion? And I don't even rate a byline. Sometimes I think maybe I'm working for the wrong outfit. Oh, this headline. Accident Delays streetcar Service. Daft. Say, what's the matter with this tactic? I can make better time walking. Here's the Sentinel story. That's streetcar business.

[A]

Nothing like the Clarion's, Mr. Reid.

[B]

In case the Clarion isn't happiness, it can be sensational. As long as I'm publisher of this paper, I'm not going to color any story to gain circulation. A lot of readers may want lurid yellow journalism, but they won't get it from the Sentinel.

[A]

I bet Laurie will be burned up.

[B]

Mr. Reed Laurie?

[A]

Why, I imagine he expected a byline on this.

[B]

Bylines are reserved for scoops with special features. Every paper in town covered this Lowry knows that he ought to. Lowry's one of the best reporters in the game, Ms. Case. But once in a while he lets his nose for news carry him to extremes.

[A]

I guess every reporter looks for sensations.

[B]

Ms. Case. There's something behind these accidents that doesn't strike me as being on the level.

[A]

Well, I did notice that there weren't any until about the last month or so.

[B]

Just when this man Fisher starts a campaign to operate buses in place of the streetcars.

[A]

Hey, Mr. Reed, I didn't notice that.

[B]

What's going on around here, Casey? The Clarion's beating us three for one up. Oh, hello, Mr. Reed. On the streetcar story. Is that it, Larry? Well, yeah, that's it, boss. Of course I know there weren't any passengers injured and there was no real damage to speak of. Sentinel said that, Larry. Well, I guess the Clarion stretched the truth a little. A little?

[A]

They called it a panic.

[B]

Any sign of panic that you saw, Laurie? No. One dame fainted when the door jammed. That's all.

[A]

The Clarion would call a bargain sale at a dress counter a panic.

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But look, boss, I don't usually go out on a limb this way about a small time accident. Only with that battle about the bus franchise coming up before the city council. This stuff is new. Not the way you think. Laurie, huh? You recognize the name Fisherman? The guy who's angling for the bus franchise. What's your opinion of him? Offhand, I don't like him. That's the feeling of most people.

[A]

Nothing's ever been proved against him, has it, Mr. Reed?

[B]

No, Ms. Case. He's very clever. He may get his buses. Yes, Lowry. A month ago, the city council would have laughed at his demand. They're not laughing now. But don't you get it? Doesn't it strike you as odd that the streetcar line should start running into trouble right when Fisher starts his campaign?

[A]

One more accident and he'll get that franchise.

[B]

Say, I must have been wearing blinders not to see it before. It's as plain as the nose on my face.

[A]

Plainer, if possible, Lowry.

[B]

I want to find out what's going on. You and me both, boss. Fisher's responsible for the trouble of Charl have been having. The central wants to know it. Okay, I'll start digging up dope on Fisher. How he goes, who he sees, what he does, everything. Make it good. And you get that violin. Right. And get me the district attorney, Ms. Casey, you might have some stuff that'll prove useful. So Fish is the baby to go after?

[A]

Get the district Attorney. And put the call through to Mr. Reed's wire. She's still around.

[B]

Molly. Casey, there's one thing that burns me up.

[A]

Do tell. Because you didn't get a byline.

[B]

No, no. It's the Clarion selling three papers to wire one. It isn't right.

[A]

The Sentinel could use a scoop.

[B]

Larry, you're telling me the next time trouble hits the trolleys. All I wish for is that Fisher's in the middle of it.

[A]

The middle of the wreck?

[B]

No, pal, the middle of the story.

[A]

I hope you're right.

[B]

But I. Yeah, I know, I know. Fisher's too smart. But you heard the boss. I'm going after him anyway. Absolutely no trouble, Grady. There's not a soul suspects those accidents weren't genuine. And what more do you want? Plenty. The city council already has my report. Those reports aren't strong enough. Listen, Fisher, there's a limit. When the limit is reached, I'm the one who'll call a halt, Grady, not you. Now hold on. City council will never act on reports like yours. If you want stronger reports, you've got to have tougher accidents. You're the city inspector, aren't you? Sure. Then fake those reports. There's a limit to what I can fake, Fisher. When a door jams, I can't make it look like a smack up. If the brakes stick, I can't say there ain't no breaks at all. Why not? Too many people can check up on me. That's why that bus franchise is going through. Grady, I don't care how. That's your business. And yours. If you want any dough from me, you'll see that. Yeah, I get this, Fisher. I'm in with you. Sure. I can use a cut of the grave of your head. And for same as anyone else, I'm making my reports as strong as possible. Without no one getting wise, eh? You better. Now you get that man of yours and the car bars to do a job on one of those street cars. So it'll really crack up. And what? I'll turn in a report that will spell ruin for the streetcar company. Just like that. You'll be in, Fisher. The ones we have aren't strong enough, huh? You'd be taking a chance. Fix another accident and you can't miss. In that case, I might as well make sure. Now you're talking. I'll get in touch with my man at once. This time there'll be plenty for you. And a district attorney too.

[A]

You can't go in there.

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I am insistent. By what right are you busting like this, Mr. Fisher. But I had a deadline to meet. Oh, you're a reporter and it's different to have a chair. Thanks. Nice place you got here, Mr. Fisher. Wish the Daily Sentinel would do as well by us. The Daily, sir? I think maybe I'll be on my way. Hey, if I'm interrupting something. No, no, not at all.

[A]

Goodbye, Fisher.

[B]

That guy sure was in a hurry. He. He had an engagement. Isn't he Grady, the city inspector? Who? Grady works for the city. No, no, just a friend of mine. Now, what can I do for you, mister? What did you say your name was? I didn't say. But it's Lowry. Oh, yes, Lowry. With a Daily Sentinel. Say, what happened to you boys on that streetcar story? We had it. The Clarion played it up big. It wasn't important enough. Not important? Think how many people ride on those streetcars. A lot. The lives of hundreds, thousands of people may be in constant danger. And you call it unimportant. Get off the soapbox, Fisher. Everyone knows your angle. Of course they do. I want my bus franchise to go through because the streetcar line is mismanaged, antedated and a menace to the citizens of this city. Buses are better, huh? Much better. There's no comparison. Now why don't the Sentinel get smart and help in my campaign? Like the Clarion, huh? Exactly. How about it, Lowry? How about what? You're in a position to do me some good, Larry. You mean a nice little follow up story on the streetcar accident? Placing the blame on the management of the company? That's the idea. Or maybe an editorial. Sure. Who knows, I might be able to do a favor for you in return. Sounds pretty nice. Sure it is. I knew as soon as you came in the door you were a smart guy. What do you say? Why, you chiseling line crook. You no good scheming grafter. Now see here. You see here. Try to bribe me, will you?

[A]

Bribe a reporter?

[B]

If you weren't smaller than me, I'd plaster you flatter than that rug. Get out of my office. It's a pleasure. And get this, Fisher. The Sentinel is going after you with both barrels. If this bus franchise of yours is as phony as you are, then all I hope is I'm the guy who writes it up. Boy, oh boy, will I scorch you. That two pint reporter talking to me that way. After I get through with that street curse company, there won't be enough. Lift it, Brian. You know who this is. I want you and at willa get busy. And that's right. Make it a real crack up this time. The worst the streetcars ever had. Yeah, what do you want, Moran? Put down that wrench. We got a job to do. You mean through. Never mind the name. What's the next car going out? Number 618. Right over there. Okay, come on. What's it gonna be this time? The brakes? Another jam door? Open your lip and get moving. We're getting twice as much dope for this one. We're giving up the works.

[A]

Can you tell me where I get the streetcar for Parsons Avenue, officer?

[B]

Right here, lady, at the bottom of this hill.

[A]

Thank you.

[B]

That's her now. Just starting down the hill.

[A]

It's coming awfully fast.

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Hey, look at that trolley. Why would he stop? He's out of control. It's heading this way. Look out. It's going crack. My report of the streetcar accident shows that the cause of the crash was faulty safety equipment. There is definite evidence of criminal negligence on the part of the streetcar company. Signed, Grady, City Inspector. The City council hereby calls a special meeting to vote on the bus franchise. Signed, Hopkins, Chairman of the City Council. As District Attorney for this city, I am indicting the officials of the streetcar company for criminal negligence resulting in injury to passengers. Signed Martin, District Attorney.

[A]

District Attorney Probe Streetcar crashed City Council of bus franchise from the.

[B]

I tell you, boss, I went over the whole setup with a fine tooth comb. There's not a single string leading to Fisher. What about Grady? Not a thing. I was calling on Fisher while you were there. I knew it was him. But he's in the clear. His report on the crack up has been checked and double checked.

[A]

And if he wants to place the blame squarely on the streetcar officials, who's to stop him?

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Those two new men in the car barns. You got anything on them? Moran and Atwell. You say they've been spending money freely. Did they explain it? Yeah. Claim they wanted betting on a horse.

[A]

Try to check up on that.

[B]

Honest, boss, we're stymied. It's airtight all the way.

[A]

Gosh, I hate to think of a man like Fisher getting away with a stunt like this.

[B]

Me too, Casey.

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Sometimes I'd like to take the law into my own hands.

[B]

What?

[A]

Well, honestly, Mr. Reed, isn't that the only way to catch these crooks?

[B]

Whoa, Casey. Hold on. There's only one Gentle can get away with that stuff. And you don't look like the Green Hornet to me. All right, boss, or am I right?

[A]

He says I don't look like the Green Hornet.

[B]

Mr. Reed? Yes, nobody listens to me around here. No, I heard you, Lowry. I. I was just thinking. That evening while Brit Reed was in his apartment, he spoke to Cato, his valet. And the only living man to know that Britt Reed is really the dreaded Green Hornet. And that's the whole story, Cato. Fisher has his tracks covered from every angle. What about Adwell, Mulheim? No good, Cato. Even if those two could be charged with the crime of damaging the streetcar, even if they were picked up, it wouldn't have to catch Fisher. Why not? There's no actual evidence to connect him with Fisher. He could deny he ever heard of them. You look for something. Writing paper. Here it is. It Ink. I don't want this ink. There'll be some of the other in this drawer. Yeah. Here we are. I want the mask and gun, Cato. The car. Is the Black Beauty ready? Yes, sir. Quite a job disguising my handwriting. Now I see you on the bottom. Placing the letter in his pocket bit, Reed went through a secret panel in his clothes press with Cato. He walked through a narrow passage within the walls of the apartment house. Then downstairs to the supposedly abandoned warehouse that housed the sleek black car of the Green Hornet. Ready? All right, get in. Once more, the powerful black car roared through the city streets carrying the Green Hornet on his errand of justice. The curtain falls on the first act of our Green Hornet adventure. Before the next exciting scenes, please permit us to pause for just a few moments.

[A]

Sam.

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Now to continue our story. A serious accident on the trolley line increased agitation to replace the streetcars with buses. Although the streetcar lines were blamed for the accidents, Bick Reed had reason to believe that they had been engineered by Fisher who was out to grab the bus franchise. When ordinary methods failed to pin the guilt on Fisher, Brett Reid assumed the role of the Green Hornet to bring the criminal to justice.

[A]

Father, it's late.

[B]

You should be asleep. I can't sleep, Sally. Tomorrow the council decides on the bus franchise. They'll vote against me, dad.

[A]

They can't throw away all you've worked for. The streetcar lines are the finest in the country.

[B]

Not anymore, Sally. Not when people are hurt through my neglect.

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Oh, it's not your doing, dad.

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It's my responsibility.

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Oh, dad.

[B]

Fisher will get his franchise. Put me out of business.

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Here's something to make you sleep.

[B]

Leave it on the nights table, Sally.

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There. The lights are out too. Good night, dad.

[B]

Good night. No good thinking about it. Might as well do as Sally says. I'll open the window first. Fresh air. Don't Move. Hanson. For you. What are you doing out there? Mind that. Take this water. That's better. Now listen, Hanson. I'm not listening to the mask. You're the Green Hornet. You do as I say, I'll let you have some of this gas. What do you want? And letter tells you what to do. Hanson, you can take it or leave it. Suppose I refuse? Read it first on end. Decide if you want to go on running your trolleys. You'll do as I say. And the ace of spades. That's 40 smackers you owe me. Ethel, Shut up and deal. Regular, sucker, ain't you? Next thing you know, you won't have none of that dough Fisher gave you. What the. Cards down, Moran. Who's butting in? The guy's mask keeper has on the table. Hey, I know who you are.

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That mask you're wearing. You're the Green Hornet.

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The Hornet. Let me out of here. I ain't hanging around cracking that chair. And listen, you two. Atwell, we ain't done nothing to you. You two are experts on fixing streetcars, aren't you? Now, wait a minute. Don't stall anyone about you two. I tell you, you got us wrong. Now cut it out, Atwell. This guy's a Green Hornet. We ain't fooling with him. Okay. Sure. We're the guys that done a job on them trolleys. That's Fisher's orders. There. Listen, Hornet, you had me talk. You know it all anyway, with the sense of asking us. Sure it was, Fisher. Hey, who you calling? I'm calling your boss. For what? He's gonna meet us at the car barns. What? We ain't going to the car barns. Well, I want conversation from you too. I'll ask for it. Yeah, but don't move. Understand? This gun has gas enough to take care of both of you. Hello, Fisher. This is the Green Hornet talking. That's what I said. The Green Hornet. Moran, come here. Me? Fisher's on the other end of this phone. He doesn't believe it's the Green Hornet is calling. Convince him. Hello, boss. Yeah, this is Moran. It's him, all right. Enough. Get this, fishy. I'm going over to the Carpons with these two stooges of yours. Yes? Tonight. I expect to meet you there inside half an hour. Never mind why. If you expect that bus franchise of yours to go through, you'll be there. Your whole scheme will be blown higher than a kite. You can't do this, Hornet. You can't make us go over there. You heard what I said. Kept moving. Not on your life. In that case, I'll call the police. They'll be glad to know who's responsible for that trolley trouble. Hold on. At the cot's body. Now you're being smart. Yeah, yeah. Who will go with you? Hornet. Remember, one false move, you need the rod. Hornet, we're going. All right, come on, you rats. March. I was pretty slow tonight, Lori. Nothing but a couple of disturbing the peace charges, stuff like that. Well, as long as I'm covering the police news, I might as well keep hanging around. Never gonna tell when something's going to pop. That's what we're here for. Say, whatever happened to that big lug that used to work for Mr. Reed? You mean Mike Axford? Dog. Who else would I be meaning? The way that guy used to get in my hair. Him and his theories and every last one of them wrong. The boys got a letter from him the other day. He's out west. Oh, he is, eh? Well, all I hope is he stays there. Don't bank on it too much, Doyle. He may come back before. Police headquarters. Sergeant Doyle speaking. Police? This is Hanson, president of Street Railways. Yeah. What's wrong? Mr. Hansen, earlier this evening I got a letter from the Green Hornet. What is that name? Did you say Green Hornet? Holy mackerel, Doyle. Hi, flowery. Keep talking. Mr. Hanson, I prefer to have you come out here to my place at once. It's on the corner. I know where it is. A squad cow will be out there with me in it. What's up? I'll explain that when you arrive. Okay. The Green Hornet, is it? Well, here's where the Hornet loses his sting. That's what you think, Doyle. I want to be around when you try. Say, listen. Wonder what's the idea of that? Will and me doing a job on this trolley.

[A]

Yeah.

[B]

Don't tell me you're working the same record that Fisher's been doing. Keep working. You'll learn the reason soon enough. Hard work using this file with only a flashlight to give us light. Put some soap on that file. I don't want any unexpected visitors. What's the difference? The regular car barns on the next block. Repair shop sent empty after midnight. Sure. Nobody's gonna putt in. Nobody could even hear us. Hey, he turned up a flashlight. We can't see nothing. Quiet. Must be Fisher Hartage. Keep quiet. Don't either of you try to move. I can see your figures plainly against the window. Right. That. Well, that light, it's blind. Over beside the others. Fisher. What? The haunted Fisher. He's got us. I knew that phone call would bring you down here in a hurry. So it is true. That phone call did come from the Green Hornet. I told you I wasn't sure. But I couldn't chance. He made his. What do you want? Drop that range up. Well, that's better. Keep your hands high. What are you after, Hornet? Is it money? You see these? Fishy, huh? Green Hornet stickers. Yeah. You're in a spot, fishy. Suppose I plaster this trolley with these stickers. Put them all over. Go ahead. That has nothing to do with me. The city council will think the Green Hornet caused the streetcar accident. Hanson will be vindicated. What will happen to your bus franchise then? Let the street cars go on running. Exactly, Fisher. What did I. I'll give you 20,000. I want more than that. 30,000 if you forget this. I don't mean money, Fisher. All I want from you is your signature. My signature? Either you confess your part in these trolley crashers or those stickers. Go on. Whichever I do, I'm finished. Right. Either way, you lose. He's got you, boss. You're bluffing, Hornet. Am I? What can you possibly get out of it if I confess? Nothing personally. Only the satisfaction of knowing that your dirty scheme has been ruined. You better hurry, Fisher. The police will be here any minute. The copsey. What? You're not serious. All right, Fisher. The stickers. Go on. No, no, wait. I'll sign. Give me time to get away before they come here. Pim's right here in my pocket. And here's the confession. Pretty sure you have words. Hurry. Turn the flashlight on a minute, Hornet, so I can see when. Now. Put him up. What? Gun. Stand back, Hornet. But I was reaching for my pen. Huh? Nice work, boss. You had a shoulder holster, huh? You can't get away with it. I am getting away with it. Drop that can of you.

[A]

I said you ain't.

[B]

Come on, drop it. Now, Hornet, we'll get you out of this place before any police arrive. All right. As well. Grab him.

[A]

Okay.

[B]

Yeah, we got. Listen to me, Fisher.

[A]

Don't.

[B]

Listen to me, Hornet. You're going to. You what? Fisher. Now for you too.

[A]

Yeah.

[B]

Let me get him.

[A]

Will you not you take care of him.

[B]

I've got Moran.

[A]

My arm.

[B]

Just thing you were here. Fisher's gassed. He's too knocked out. He used Jiu Jitsu on that one, huh? Yes, sir. I was behind the guard. Sorry that, but the others didn't. Moran. Yeah, Moran. Nat will be coming to in a minute. Quick, pick up that gun. Very well. We'll leave this confession beside Fisher. It's not signed, but I think it'll serve the purpose anyway. Yes, sir. Yeah. Now we'll get back in the shadows beside that window and see what happens. The police Back here with me. There's no light bomb. Spot.

[A]

The trolley.

[B]

Here they are, Colonel. Flashlights. This way. Hey, these two bugs have been stocked. They're knocked out. Doyle, here's Fisher. Fisher?

[A]

Yeah.

[B]

Chump and codfish. He's been gassed. Officer, these two men are Moran and Atwell. They work in the repair shop. Dirty work, I'll bet. Look at this. The axle on this trolley's filed almost all the way through. He's coming around. Listen. Listen, Hornet. Don't. Don't tell it. Don't tell the cops, Hornet. Go on, Athol, keep talking. The cops. You and Moran did this job. Didn't you feel it that. Well, you're in too deep already. Yeah, yeah, but we was working for Fisher, that's how. Fisher's the guy. How? I tell you Fisher paid us to wreck all them trolleys. And you'll swear to that in court? Sure, I will.

[A]

Sure.

[B]

Moran too. Does this mean Fisher will be implicated? Implicated, Mr. Hansen? Fisher will be convicted. He might have got away with it before, but now that we found him here, where these two rats. Yeah, right in the middle of another job. He's sunk, Mr. Hansen. Hey, sergeant, look at this. I found it next to Fisher's body. Yeah. Give me. That's for the police lorry. What the. Hey, it's a confession. But. Oh, it is insane. Don't worry. It will be when we get Fisher down to headquarters. Take those rugs out.

[A]

Oh, my.

[B]

Joel.

[A]

Come on.

[B]

You grab the other one, Joe. Yeah. We'll come back for Fisher later. Well, there you are, handsome. You don't have to worry about the bus franchise. When this hits the front page. What gives me is what happened to these guys. What do you think, Doyle? The Green Hornet, huh? If I hadn't followed the instructions in that letter, we'd never have caught Fisher. What do you mean, Mr. Hampson? His letter told me to call you. At first I wasn't going to trust him. Then I thought it over. Hey, we haven't seen that letter yet. It was such a rush. You got it with you? Yes, I think so. It's in longhand. Longhand? Give. Hanson. Maybe that handwriting can be traced. Sure it is, but I doubt if you can trace it. I'll take that. When I first looked at it, the handwriting seemed to be disguised. Come on, Doyle, come on, open it up. Hey, there ain't no writing on this page. It's blank. Maybe you need glasses. Doyle, I tell you, it's blank. Look. Well, what do you know? I'm positive there was writing on that paper before. There ain't any now. All there is is this here Green Hornet seal in the corner. Doyle, I get it. It's disappearing ink. Disappearing ink? Yeah. Try and trace that man. That Green Hornet thinks of everything. And I thought I had me hooks on him. What's that, the Hornet's car there, out the window? That's him, all right. And there he goes. Oh, I've been watching for that car. Look at it travel. Well, Doyle, I guess the Hornet still got his sting. But don't worry, your name will go in the papers anyway. Yeah, that's right. Fisher, and them too. With a little help. Got a phone around here I can use, Mr. Hanson? The Sentinel's going to get an earful of front page stuff. And, boy, I'd like to see the Clarion try and beat this yarn.

[A]

Harness smashes racket Fisher arrested Quest franchise defeated. Green Hornets to emerge.