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Green Hornet - Put It on Ice
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Green Hornet - Put It on Ice - 07/04/1939
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Find out what it is. At once. Mr. Brinkley. The refrigerating system opened. Packing Plant 6. What? The new system we installed yesterday. Better come along and look for yourself. I Most certainly will. Ms. Williams, call the police. Emergency squad. If any men are overcome by the ammonia fumes, we'll need all the help they can give us. Right down here, Mr. Brinkley. Around the corner. Yes, yes. How did it happen, Carson? Are there any men inside the plant? Can't tell how it happened, Mr. Brinkley. The system was okay when we inspected it yesterday. I hope this won't spoil all that meat we've got in there. Forget that. What does it matter what happens to the meat? It's the men who may be trapped inside I'm worried about. We'll soon see, Mr. Brinkley. Right through this door. Are they all right? Watch out for the ammonia fumes. Bring him out here in the fresh air. Stand back. Give them air. One side. One side. Are they all out? Out of the way. Let us through, please. It's Mr. Brinkley. Yeah, we got them out, Mr. Brinkley. Pretty close call, but they'll pull through. How many were there, Hendricks? Lucky thing there was only two of them, sir. Me and Smith just managed to get them before that ammonia. Hendricks, you got quite a dose of that ammonia yourself. Better have the doctor take a look at you. Well, I'm all right now, sir. Just got a little whiff. Nothing to worry about. Just like to look in through the open door. Mr. Brinkley. That meat is ruined. Is that true, Hendricks? I guess so, Mr. Brinkley. You know it ain't no good when the ammonia's been at it. Completely spoiled two carloads of beet that we might just as well throw away. Carson, I can't understand it. We've had one serious loss after another and now this. Look here, Hendricks, you were in charge of this unit. How do you explain this mess? I Wish I knew, Mr. Carson. It don't make sense. We don't want excuses, Hendrik. Easy, Carson. There's plenty of time to get Hendrik's account of things. But, Mr. Brinkley. Never mind. You go over and have the doctor check you up. Hendricks, we'll go into this tomorrow. Yes, sir. I can't figure it happening the way up there. Carson, you and I better go inside and look around ourselves. Now, Mr. Brinkley, there may still be some ammonia in there. No, there ain't, sir. Hendricks busted all the windows when we went in. Gas is practically all out by now. Come on, then, Carson. Is it okay if I go in with you, Mr. Brinkley? Who are you? Lowry's my name, sir. From the Daily Sentinel. Oh, big reads paper. Come along. Do you think it's wise, Mr. Brinkley? How do you mean? Well, there's been quite a bit of trouble in our packing plant already, sir. Perhaps it's best to keep reporters away. You're wrong there. Better take me along, Mr. Brinkley. I don't exactly. I have a story already, Mr. Brinkley, from the men who were inside. Do you want me to print that or would you rather have me get the straight dope from seeing it myself? Look here, young man, what do you imply? Well, one of them, one that was working inside when the pipes burst, said it looked like plain criminal carelessness. Now, listen to his story, Mr. Brinkley. My meat packing plant has always been the safest in the country. Then it's okay for me to go with you? Yes, it is. But Mr. Besides, Britt Reid is a friend of mine and I want him to have a good idea of what's happened here. From someone who won't color the story. Put a handkerchief over your nose. We're going in. In the office of Brick Reed's secretary. Who's the boss with, anyhow? I don't know. Lowry. I told him you were waiting, but he said to wait. He's tied up with someone who came in while I was out to lunch. Who is it? Don't ask me. He left those packages on that other desk. Well, Katie Expert. My golly, Youngsters. Glad I am to see you. You're the one who was with Mr. Reed. That I am. And I'm to Be back at me old job. By golly, ain't that something? How are you, Laurie? I was all right till you blew in, but anyhow. Welcome, Axford. The same old Laurie. Now I can be giving you me help in cracking some of the stories that happened around this hole. Is that all? Yeah, ain't it? What's in those packages, expert? Well, first, some brass polish to keep in me disk, and then there's some polishing. Clothes polish? For what good? The big package there. It's a brand new cuspidor brought with me all the way from the West. Oh, my, it starts all over again. Well, keep it in your desk. And take off that hat. Oh, by golly, it's just like me at home. That it is. I better see the boss. I'd be trying, Casey, not to get in your hair. Wait a minute, boss. I'll get right to facts. I told you something about that Brinkley outfit already. Well, yes. I went through the place with Brinkley and his assistant, a guy named Carson. That ammonia leak was caused by a valve being opened when it should have been closed. It's a wonder those two men weren't killed. How did you like Brinkley? Okay. He told me he was in the Civic Club with you. That's true. Look here, Lowry, what is there to these stories that Brinkley's meat isn't up to the Board of Health requirements? That's what I'd like to get more dope on. Yes? Mr. Brinkley is here to see Brinkley. Oh, send him right in. I want to see him, wants to see me. And at this particular time. Yes, I'd better be going alone. No, Lowry, stay here. Go right in, Mr. Brinkley. Thank you. How are you, Brinkley? You've met Mr. Lowry, haven't you? Yes. Yes, I have. Went through the plant with me. How are you, Reid? That's what I've come to see you about. The accident at your meatpacking plant this morning. By the way, how are the two men who were overcome by ammonia? Oh, they're fine, Reed. Resting comfortably. The men got them out in the nick of time, frankly. Is it true that you've been having a lot of trouble lately? Well, yes. Yes, it is. Lawry's been telling me that some of the restaurants are turning down your product. They have, And I can't say I blame them. Quite a lot of it's not up to standard. Why not bring it up to standard again? You know the reputation of my plant, Reed. It's always been very good. Yeah, up to now. Before this, I've prided myself on the fact that the Board of Health has always given my products the highest possible rating. You mean that rating has changed? Changed is putting it mildly. The Board of Health has condemned more than half of the meat in my plant in the last week. Wow. Things sure have gone haywire. When I think of the juicy steaks. You used to. Unless something's done, I'll go bankrupt. I'll be forced to sell my business. That's too bad, Brickley. Yet at the same time, I scarcely see what this has to do with a newspaper publisher. Why come to me, Reid? I'm convinced there's something crooked behind it. Crooked? What makes you think that, Mr. Brinkley? This accident today, for one thing. Any evidence of tampering? None. I didn't see any either. Looked like just plain carelessness to me. I'm sure it isn't. What makes you so positive? Well, it's nothing tangible then. If you can't put your finger on it, Mr. Brinkley, yet all the trouble has started since I turned down an offer to sell my business. Oh, I see. You think this is an attempt to force you to sell. Exactly. I take it this attempt is proving successful. Read my backs to the wall. Sounds simple enough to me. Get the police after it. Have them check up. I have, with no results. They believe I'm simply trying to cover up my own negligence. Have they investigated the outfit that wants to buy you out? They've tried to. What do you mean exactly? That they haven't been able to find out? Well, isn't it a bit unusual for a prospective buyer to conceal his identity? Yes, Reid, it is. But it's not unheard of. Sure. Might be a rival meat packing concern that wants to put you out of business. Then buy your equipment for practically nothing. Unless I can stop these accidents, they'll get it. Frankly, you supply meat to all the hospitals and city food centers, don't you? That's true, Reid. It's imperative that they're sure of the quality and purity of the meat they use. In that case, clearing up these difficulties at your plan is a matter of public concerned. Right, boss. And when the public welfare is jeopardized, the Daily Settlement is interested. Very interesting. I knew I could count on you, Reed. A reporter can find out a lot of things that the police can't. Yeah, especially a good reporter. Larry, see what you can dig up. Track down this outfit, the one that's made Mr. Brinkley that offer. Cover that plant from cellar to skylight. Check on everyone and everything. Check, boss, it's an assignment. I'll give you all the help I can. Brinkley, what happens to your business is a private concern. But when the quality of the food you sell the public is being tampered with, then it's a matter for investigation. And believe me, boss, when I start investigating, I investigate. Before I'm through, I'll know this setup like I know the palm of my hand. Now, this here room, bud, where we cut the meat up into different sections. What about that saw? What's that for? Same thing. Sometimes we have to saw through big bones. This belt here is a conveyor for carrying the meat from one operation to the next. What's behind this door? Come on in. Say, it's cold in here. I'll just. Don't close that door. This is a refrigerator room. We should get stuck in here with the door closed. We'd be out of luck. Might freeze today. I'm that way already. This is where you hang the meat, huh? Yeah. Gotta keep it cold so as it don't spoil. Mr. Carson, our expert on refrigeration, is mighty particular about that. He can have it. I've seen plenty. Let's get out of here before they use me for a snowman. You say your name's Lowry? That's right. Mr. Brinkley sent me over to find out about that offer for his meatpacking plant. I. I understand that offer came through you. Yes, it did. I'm a broker, sort of a middleman. Who made that offer? Sorry, but I'm not at liberty to give out that information. What do you mean, not at Liberty? I told Mr. Brinkley the same thing. This sort of transaction comes my way quite frequently. My client doesn't wish to have his identity revealed. Now listen here, you. Furthermore, I don't know who made the offer myself. The whole affair has been conducted by mail. The bank account, A phony name. I checked on it. It's a registered business name, which is perfectly legal. And Brinkley knows the money's good. But I Still. That's all I can tell you. Good day. Daisy. You see before you a reporter without a story. Don't tell me Lowry the demon reporter couldn't discover anything. I know the meat packing business from A to Z. I know it cold. In fact, after being in that ice room, very cold. Well, that ought to make a nice feature next to the Samp column. What is it? Lowry's back, Mr. Reed, without a story. Shall I send him in? Oh, yes. No, no. I'll be out. Casey. I never want to look A sirline in the face again. No luck, eh, Lorry? Not a trace, boss. If you ask me, Brinkley's having pipe dreams. No trace of any dirty work going on in this place as far as I could see. Those accidents were caused by carelessness, nothing more. You couldn't track down the outfit that's offered to buy his business? I drew a blank that too, Mr. Blind Alley, boss. What did you find out? Oh, I know the business. I know that there's a big shipment of beef coming in by truck tomorrow night for example. But you can't call that a new scoop. Tomorrow night, eh? Is there anything unusual in that, Mr. Reed? Huh? No, no, Ms. Case, not exactly. But what's on your mind, boss? Just thinking. I have a dinner appointment with Brinkley and Carson at the Civic Club. I'll have just time enough to go home and dress. Goodbye, Lowry. Keep trying to. Well, how do you like that, Casey? We have a mystery on our hands and he's thinking about dinner. Ryan Reynolds here from Mint Mobile. The message for everyone paying big wireless way too much. Please, for the love of everything good in this world, stop with Mint. You can get premium wireless for just $15 a month. Of course, if you enjoy overpaying, no judgments. But that's weird. Okay, one judgment anyway. Give it a try. @mintmobile.com Switch upfront payment of $45 for 3 month plan equivalent to $15 per month required intro rate first 3 months only, then full price plan options available, taxes and fees, extra fee. Full terms. @mintmobile.com. As soon as Brit Reed reached his apartment, he sat down at his desk and wrote a letter. Cato, I'm having dinner at the Civic Club with Mr. Brinkley and his assistant, Carson. Yes, Mr. Bitter. I'll put the Hornet seal on this letter. There. It's addressed to Mr. Brinkley. Cato. Be sure he gets it at dinner this evening. I tell you, Carson and I are worried, Reed. The Board of Health has threatened to shut the plant up if there's one more case of contaminated meat. Let me see. Carson, you're the chemist of the plant, aren't you? You're responsible for the condition of the meat. Yes, I am. I inspect it very carefully. Pardon me. A letter for you, Mr. Brinkley. Just came by messenger. I wonder who this letter's from. The Green Hornet. The Green Hornet? That's impossible. Look at this seal. Yes, I'm quite familiar with the Green Hornet seal. There's no mistake about that. He says he's going to hijack that shipment of meat. Tomorrow night. You can usually depend on the Green Hornet to do as he says. How are we going to stop him? Well, why not delay the shipment? We can't do that, Reid. That meat has to be here on time. Well, then send it ahead. We'll send it by train. Have the trucks take a different route. There ought to be some way. That's it, Reid. We can't send it by train because of the cost. But we can reroute the truck so the Green Hornet won't know about the change. That's an idea, Mr. Brinkley. Suppose the Hornet learns of this change of route. How can he? If we take the right precautions. If you say so, Mr. Brinkley. I do say so. And we'll do it right now, at this table. Secretly. So the Green Hornet will never be able to find out our plans. 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. Sam. Now to continue our story. Returning from his dinner at the Civic Club with Brinkley and Carson Brickfreed told Cato what had occurred. You had the letter brought to the Civic Club at just the right time, Cato. When Brinkley opened it and saw the Green Hornet's seal he didn't know what to say. Did your plan work? I sent that letter to Brinkley for a purpose, Cato. The Green Hornet threatened to hijack a truck caravan of meat that's coming to Brinkley's plant. I suggested that the trucks be rerouted over a different road to evade the green hornet. Why, Mr. Brett? Well, only a few of Brinkley's employees will know of the new route we decided on this evening. I'm convinced that all Brinkley's troubles are being planned by one of those employees in order to gain control of Brinkley's business. I see. Brinkley thinks I'm going on a fishing trip instead. We're meeting that truck. You go out the Green Hornet. I'll take the mask and the gun and all our equipment. But not the Black Beauty. No. We'll be out on the open road tomorrow afternoon. The Black Beauty will be too easy to recognize. This time, Cato will travel in a small sedan with a mask handy. If Mr. Brinkley. Brinkley isn't going out on the road at all, Cato. So we won't run into someone like him who might recognize me. You and I are the only living men to know me as the Green Hornet, Cato. And no one else ever will. Yes? Yes, Ms. Williams, what is it? I called Mr. Reed's office. He's already left on that fishing trip. Already left? I didn't think he'd go so early. Left orders that Lowry was to come over to see you. He's on his way, all right. Lowry's a reporter who was here the day of the accident, isn't he? Yes. I'm glad. As long as Reed himself isn't available. But he's having Lowry come over. You'll pardon me, Mr. Brinkley. I can't understand why you're so nervous. That shipment. Yet the Green Hornet should discover our new route. Only about 10 of us here in the plant know that. Still, if you're so jumpy, why not call in the police? And increase the chances of a leak? The less people who know, the less chance of the Green Hornet finding out. I think you're unduly alarmed about oak. It's Mr. Lowry, sir. Good. Come right in. Lowry. Hello, Mr. Brinkley. You know Mr. Reed's out of town. A fishing trip. Yes, I know. You know Carson. Yes, I'll be going along. Got a lot of meat to inspect this afternoon. See you again, Larry? Well, sure. Hey, what's eating him? He looks like he bit on a tough stake. Pardon me. Carson doesn't approve of your employer's ideas. The Green Hornet threatened to hide. What's that? The Green Hornet? Yes. Don't tell me he's mixed up in this. He sent me a letter threatening to hijack a truck caravan full of meat. Reed told me not to release it for publication. Mr. Reed said that in order to avoid publicity. Lowry. Oh, I get it. You've made plans to checkmate the Green Hornet and you don't want to take any chances of letting them get out. Is that it? Precisely. Hasn't Reid told you? All he said was to stay close to you. Now I see why I'm worried about tonight. I wish I could make sure nothing happens to that shipment. Why don't you, huh? What's to stop you? You have a car, haven't you? Yes, I have. Come on. If we leave now, you'll be able to meet those trucks halfway. If anything starts to happen, you'll be right there. What could I do? You can decide that later. Come on. Replacement. All right, I'll go. Maybe I'll meet this Green Hornet face to face. But where are you going, Larry? Why do you think if anybody's meeting the Green Hornet, this is one baby who wants a grandstand seat? I'm gonna be right beside you. Driving out of the city. Brinkley and Larry traveled All afternoon that evening, as darkness fell, Britt, Reed and Cato sat in a car that was pulled off the road, hidden from sight. Look, Cato, there's a car coming along the road. When it goes by, we might as well start after those trucks again. We want to be there with time to spare. It's coming fast, Mr. Biff. Kato, did you notice a license number on that car? It's Brinkley's. I noticed it last night in front of the Civic Club. He has a very low license number. Where's he going? He must be worried about his trucks. This may ruin everything. What are we doing, Mr. Rick? We have to make sure Brinkley doesn't reach those trucks before we've taken care of everything. He might recognize me in spite of my disguise. Yes, sir. We'll drive up past them. Several hundred large tacks in front of their tires would delay them a long time. Long enough for us to accomplish what we set out to do. Turning onto the road, Dick Reed pressed down on the accelerator. The sedan sped along the concrete after Brinkley's car. There they are, Cato, stopping for that light ahead. Get the tights ready. We're in luck. The light's changing. We'll be able to pass them before they get going. Too fast. Attacks now. Good work, Cato. Both front fire. Want to take the wheel for last, Minnie? Hendricks? You keep it. Tough job driving over this strange road. Ain't like the regular one. What's the idea in shifting the root on it? Search me, Smitty. He's been jittery ever since that icing plant broke down. All I hope is he don't get wise to what's going on. Yeah, that chance. By this time tomorrow, Brinkley will be glad to sell out. As long as I get my dough, that's all I'm worrying about. From you and me both, Smitty. Yeah, we'll get it. And more than we figure, too. Yeah? How do you mean, Hendricks? Well, we know what's going on, don't we? Sure. We're the babies who've been doing all the dirty work for Carson. You got it, Smitty? After Carson makes Brinkley sell the plants. We ain't finished, see? You mean we tell Carson he's got to keep shelling out dough to us? All right. Either Carson keeps paying us hush money, or we squeeze. So you wouldn't frankly be surprised to know that Carson's the guy who's figured out this whole scheme. He ain't going to find out you and me and Carson are the Only ones who know Carson ain't going to spell it. And neither do we. If he pays us enough. Yeah, if he pays us. Ah, he'll pay all right. Carson's no dummy. Hey, Hendricks, look up ahead. Yeah, I seen it. A car across the road. But this ain't where we're supposed to meet Carson. Who else could it be? Y It must be Carson. Yeah, it's Carson. I recognize his car. Hey, Carson, what's the idea of meeting us here? I thought you was going to be five miles up further. I had to change our plans, Hendricks. A while back I noticed that a car was trailing me along the road. Yeah? Who was it? I don't know. But to be on the safe side, I turned into a side road to duck him. Met you here instead of the regular place. Say, what's going on? This business and making us take a different route from the regular run. What's up? The Green Hornet threatened to hijack this truck. Green Hornet? So that's it? Well, let him. Won't that help ruin Brinkley's business? Not as well as my way, Smith. I'm a chemist. I'm going to shoot the meat in his truck full of germs. And a board of health inspects a shipment tomorrow. Brinkley will really be finished. Yes, you're right. That's why I called the state police. What State police? Who wants them around? I told them you were calling Hendrix. I said you wanted protection from the Green Hornet. You understand? Oh, I get it. That's in case this Green Hornet should show up later. Exactly. Exactly. Now let's get busy. Now just a second, Carson. Me and Smitty got a paper for you to sign first. A paper? Yeah. Hold it. Under the panel light, Hendricks, so you can see. Read it, Carson. It says what we're doing this job for. All about it. I don't understand. We want it signed. See you. We don't open this truck, that thing's practically a confession. I won't say. Don't worry, we'll tear it up when we get paid. If we get paid enough, you'll get paid. We're making sure that's on. Come on. We wouldn't be saps enough to show this to anybody. If that's what's bothering you, Carson Cruz, we're in as deep as you. That's true. Here's a pen. Got it all ready. There. Now let's not delay any longer. So the state troopers are going to make sure our plan works. Ain't that a laugh? Now come on, you two Open up the back of this truck so I can get inside and do a job on that meat. Okay. This is some truck, isn't it? Funny, cold inside of it too. Special refrigeration and all. Here for door. Carson. Round and back. Open it. Yeah, that's what I. Hey, Hendricks, I thought you locked it up. I don't be sure I locked it. It ain't locked now. Never mind that, get busy. Open those doors. Okay. They're pretty heavy. Feel that blast of cold air, Carson. Sure is chilly inside. There. That's exactly where you're going. What the devil? Who's that? He's wearing a mask. Don't move, any of you. The Green Hornets. Oh, so Carson was right. You did trail him. But I took a side road. I lost you. I followed you. My lights were out. You beat that. So you're the guy who opened this lock. A bent hairpin. You've been inside the truck. Climb up here. Now let's be sensible about this. Oh, listen, Hornet. Climb. Or would you like me to pull the trigger? No, no. Don't shoot. Hornet. Don't suppose there's nothing in that gun but gas. I've heard about the Hornet and you know I mean what I say. Sure, it's okay by that. Shut up, Hendricks. You can't bluff me. Hornet. What if you do pull that trigger? Where'll that get you? I have no time for talk. Carson in? No, you can't make me take him. Yes, you can't. Breathe. Now you two put him up. I didn't see you shoot. Who done it? If you didn't, I don't matter. What? Behind you. Get Carson in here. Okay, okay. Only don't do nothing to us. He's heavy. Over the teleport. Left him. I'm coming up. Now don't try anything. Remember there's a man behind you. Oh, he ain't all right. In with Carson. Now hold on. Hold it. We ain't done a thing. We were just working for Carson. We'll tell you anything you want to know. I don't need information. Inside. You ran quick on and he'll stop. Stay there. Get back, both of you. There. Dr. Hurric. Yes, sir. Brinkley's had time enough to fix the tires on each car will be out looking for us by now. Yes, Mr. Ben. State troopers may be out looking as well. You want to make sure they discover these rats right where they are without getting us. I understand. We got the sedan going. I'll drive this truck. Keep trailing me. We'll keep moving along this road till we meet up with Brinkley. Get going. A short time later, Brinkley and Larry drove along the road. I can't see any sign of our truck yet, Lowry. According to the schedule, we ought to be up with it by now. We're. If we hadn't got those blowouts. It'll be okay. Where that car whipped past us and dropped tax on the road. It must have been the Green Hornet. We have the state troopers with us now. Even if it did locate the truck, we'll get there in time. Look, Mr. Brinkley up ahead, coming toward us. Isn't that your truck? Yes, it is. Hey, you troopers. That's it up ahead. Get up there. That's it, all right. The truck stopped. There's a guy jumping out of the driver's seat. That's not the regular driver. Look. He's getting in the car beside the truck. Brinkley. The troopers will never catch him. Hurry. New Cooper's after that car. It's going too fast. That's the Green Hornet. I thought he had a special car. Couldn't catch that one with a bullet, the way it's traveling. Say, what's that? Somebody's yelling for help. Whoever it is, it's from inside my truck. We'll get down. Well, hurry up. It's locked. Stand back. I'll shoot the lock off there. Swing these doors back. Where the out from froze. Where's H. Don't shoot. Kendrick. Smith. What happened? A Green Hornet. He caught us, shoved us in the eye. Hey, give me a hand. There's another guy hearing face out. Okay, It's Carson. By all this holy, what's he doing here? Look at what he had with him. Mr. Brinkley. Full equipment for infecting the meat. What do you two lugs know about this? He got nothing on us. That guy Carson was in with a Green Hornet. Sure, that's it. If that's so, then why did the Hornet gas car? Yeah, we don't know Linford's many that got us. Stand right here. The only place you're going is jail. What's he got in his hand? I ain't got nothing. Hand it over. Give me that. What is it, Larry? Wow. Just about. A full confession, that's all you need. Hello, you two. You're headed for the cooler. And I don't mean refrigeration. It's too bad we couldn't get the Green Hornet too. To think that Carson was in with a crook like him. Anyway, Brinkley, you have one thing to be thankful for. Yes? Green Hornet or no Green Hornet. Your troubles have been put on ice for good. Food portioners. Parson and diana street holiday sessional pepper hornet extreme green hornet cinnamon sessile extreme paper. The story you have just heard is a copyrighted feature of the Green Hornet Incorporated. Ryan Reynolds here from Mint Mobile. The message for everyone paying Big Wireless Way too much. 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