The Smuggler Signs His Name (aka-The Smuggling Racket)

The Green Hornet. He hunts the biggest of all game. Public enemies that even the G-men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. With his faithful pallet Cato, Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches wits with the underworld, risking his life that criminals and racketeers within the law may feel its weight by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventure. The Green Hornet strikes again. I'll retain or here's where we smash a smuggling racket. This is the customs office right here, expert.

Raleigh, it's a big place, O'Ree. What's all this courtyard for? The whole parade or something? Don't you know what a customs office is? What's he trying to do? Make me have to be ignorant with you, that's not necessary.

I can see the proof right before my eyes. But did you take it to the front of the lorry? The police department would give you an argument on that. The customs office is where... It's where...

Well, Golly, it's where the customs inspector is hanging out. Surprise! You don't know something. I'd have thought it's the answer, right? Holy cow, you mean I hit you, right? For you, it's a bullseye. The customs officers were people coming into the country and make their declarations.

Declarations of independence? No, you've sapped. Declarations of the stuff they're bringing into the country. Now look, see that guy with the cap ahead of us? Yeah? Standing next to the truck. Is he a customs officer?

Yep. The guy with him is giving him some kind of argument, huh? It looks that way. It's Nae-chlody! Look at that trunk! It's fell after Trunken got all smashed open! Hey, maybe there is some news here.