The Green Hornet Page #8

Look, please. Just listen to me.

Kato lied about us, okay.

You should have found that out

before you just go and fire me.

-Nothing happened?

-No.

Oh thank god. I knew it,

I knew nothing happened.

That ass.

He said you did this.

What, what is that?

-I don't know, but I knew it was a lie.

-That's disgusting.

It's gross. That's not why I'm here, look.

I need you to come back and work for me.

I'll do whatever you want, I'll double your salary.

Please, things at the Sentinel?

Not what they seem.

As soon as Scanlon started running for election,

my father stopped printing news about hard crime.

He was making Scanlon look good.

And I, I have to make it right.

And I realized that if I want to do what's best.

For this world, that the Daily Sentinel

is the most responsible way to do that.

Now here's the problem.

I don't know anything about journalism

That's the truth.

I need somebody that does.

I need someone that I can trust with my life.

Just...okay? I need someone who is you.

I need you.

Will you please help me?

Britt, I..uh.

I know, I know.

Oh my god!

What is your problem?

-God!

-Why did you do that to me?

Because you tried to kiss me.

Yeah, we were going to make out.

No we weren't.

Well then I guess I owe you an apology.

-'Cause I misread that.

-As usual.

Okay, look.

I'm sorry, I didn't plan on kissing you.

When I said all that I mean it.

Will you come back and work for me, please?

-Pretty please.

-Double my salary.

And I want a parking spot.

You don't have a parking spot?

-No.

-Wow, that sucks.

And if you ever so much

as look at my ass again.

I can't even see your ass.

I will sue you for sexual harassment.

Do you understand?

Hugs?

Where's the hugs at, ya all?

-Britt Reid's office.

-Frank Scanlon.

Oh, please hold.

D.A. Scanlon

-Really?

-Yes.

-Hello.

-Hey Britt, it's Scanlon.

Uh, listen.

I think I owe you an apology.

Too much blood in the gutter.

You win. Let's split L.A.

You get the L. I get the A.

That means we share the gold and the work.

One million dollars for today.

Um, I think you misunderstood

where I was coming from, there.

I'd just like a chance to clarify some things.

Things are pretty clear, Scanlon.

I got three words for you.

Suck it you dick face.

You're gonna tell him you want to meet him.

This is journalism, okay.

You want to be an investigative report, what

you have to do is investigate.

-Tell him that you want to meet him,

-Hello?

Okay, your right, okay.

Watch this.

I was joking. Uh, yeah, uh why don't we get

together and just talk about things.

That's probably a good idea, okay?

Why don't we meet up for dinner,

a little place called 'Gonpachi'.

Hibachi, a nice little place on

La Cienega drive, around 8:30.

La Cienega, 8:
30.

Britt!

-Hey, Frank.

-Hi, Britt.

-Good to see you.

-I'm having a sake, what are you having?

Yeah, I'll have some sake, sure.

Well, thanks for coming, Britt.

No problem.

Mr. Chudnofsky.

Bloodnofsky.

Blood-nofsky.

I commissioned The Green Hornet.

You're the chauffeur.

-Partner.

-Where's the Hornet?

Right there.

Whoa, we only get half of the team?

Who says you're the good half?

Where's Reid?

Guess.

Oh.

Any of you move.

You're dead.

I'm not actually here for forgiveness, Britt.

What the hell. I don't understand.

Yeah, you understand nothing.

So I'm going to explain it you very simply.

If you ever come across any

article regarding a major crime?

A man named Benjamin Chudnofsky.

Or anything that makes this city think,

that I'm not the fine line protecting the light from the darkness.

You're going to bring it to me.

You're going to bring it to me,

and I'm going to tell you whether it's okay

for you to print in your stupid little newspaper.

That's how I did it with your dad.

And that's how you and I are going to do it.

Scanlon, you're saying you want

me to let you write the news?

Finally.

You understand.

Yep, I understand all right.

Here's one I understand.

That you son, just got played.

By a player.

Recording device, USB.

No, you can't have it. It's mine.

You stupid schmuck.

I got you by the balls, Scanlon.

I run a newspaper, genius.

This is going on the front page tomorrow.

-Oh yeah. I got to say that's kind of impressed with this.

-You should say it was impressive.

But it's not going to do you any good.

How could it not do me any good?

Are you going to kill me in the middle of this restaurant?

-Yes.

-What, you're going to murder me?

Yeah.

Like I murdered your father.

What's that, my Dad was not murdered.

He, he died from a bee sting.

No, no. Your father died from an overdose of epitoxin.

Most commonly found in a bee sting.

In which he also happened to be allergic to.

Britt, that epitoxin,...

was administered by me.

Sh*t!

Think Britt.

You can figure this out, my son.

You're brilliant.

I am so stunned.

That's right, think.

-Slowly..

-Okay.

Two years ago Scanlon decides to run for D.A.

He goes on the platform that

he's cleaning up the street of L.A.

Which is impossible.

So, he asks the media to slight the news.

-And you go along with it, like everyone else?

-No.

I, I refused.

So he...sh*t what does he do?

So Scanlon decides to go really dirty,

he makes a pact with a criminal.

Chudnofsky kills the reporter Verbi,...Vertolli?

I didn't want anymore bloodshed.

So I stopped reporting on crime.

To be honest in the last few years, this

paper has dipped in quality and ambition.

Now, Scanlon can hold up his part of the deal,

of keeping the media under control and...

Chudnofsky can do whatever he wants.

But Chudnofsky had a different plan.

He wanted to take over all the gangs of L.A.

So that's when you decided to cut the strings.

I couldn't look myself in the mirror.

I hated every word I said

to you that morning, Britt.

So you start reporting on crime again.

And now Scanlon is a dead man unless he

proves he's still under control.

He has no choice but to organize

a secret meeting with you.

And he kills you himself.

In the end, you stood up for what's right, Dad.

Now I have to do the same.

I can see by that stupid expression you've

got on your face for the past five minutes,

That you're trying to piece this together.

But it's no good.

You're about to killed by the, Green Hornet.

What?

It's the Green Hornet's sidekick.

He's got a gun.

Bluff! Bluff! Eradicate.

Before you do this, I want you to know I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

I forgive you.

Hey, not me. Him stupid.

Confused, you should be.

-Go, go.

-Let's go..

We're goners.

You know what happen when you fool with a hornet?

-No.

-You get stung.

Oh, sh*t.

See, the bad guys.

Go, go!

-What the hell happened?

-Get in the car.

-He was suppose to kill Britt Reid, hes shooting at me.

-Get in the vehicle.

Are you okay?

-Britt?

-Yeah, I'm fine.

My outfit's back here.

Britt Reid is the Green Hornet.

Yeah I know. You hired a guy to kill himself.

Britt Reid recorded the whole

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