War on the Waterfront

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 valet, Kato, Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches with the underworld, risking his life that criminals and blacketeers within the law may feel it wait by the sting of the Green Hornet.

Ride with Britt Reid as he races toward another thrilling adventurer. The green hornet strikes again. How are you, Kato? We're about to break up the war on the waterfront. Foxen! What's the right threat?

None of that won't. Kalea, no delay, we're doing the job. Gertie, kick! What's the muscle into it? Go, make sure that cable! When we swing this load up, Fort Hatterwood, nothing to slip. Hey, you want you the ball, sir?

Who wants to know? Yeah, that's him. Are you in charge or aren't you? I am. Now look, Mr. I'm busy. Well, you're not busy enough. What's all the delay on this job? What's it to you?

If you must know I own this boat. My name's Jensen. So you're Jensen? What's the triple stripe line, huh? Answer my question. This boat was supposed to be ready to sail with last night's time.

Don't blame us. Don't laugh. Tell them about your questions. Shut up, Wolf. Send to your job. What's the equipment on my boat? Listen, Jensen. You may be a big shut up board your steamers steamers but the long Sherman's Union handles the loading. All we want from you is our pay, please. So that's it, Trask. You're stalling on this job so you'll get more

gold and you'll try to blame your soldier on the equipment of my boat. Why you little try it out? Typically, what do you mean by that crack? My boat's a man perfect shape every one of them. Yeah, and how come we've had five accidents in the last two days? Bad loading, that's what? Right in equipment, you mean? Look here, Trask. I've