Courtroom Racket

The green hornet. He hunts up the get-of-all game. Public enemies that even the D-man-ee cannot reach. The green hornet. Show will be waiting for you.

We'll have a reception committee right in front of the Daily Sentinel building. You get here. We'll take care of front of your story. Okay. Tiny, no, he's just something important. Out of my way, Eckford.

Hey, hey, Gunnegan. I seen him and he go talk to you. Oh, there they are. Hey, Gunnegan. Oh, wait. What's the matter, Lauren? What's the only excitement? Of course it's a scoop on its way.

What's that? I was just on the phone talking to Cole. Oh. Yeah, yeah, he's assistant to Robertson. Holy coke! You mean Robertson, the guy would hand out for the cart job? Hold it, I should.

Oh, is it sounds like something? We've been trying to get the good to Robertson for months. Read? What? Coler? He's coming here. Here to the settlement? Right. He called me on the phone just now.

He's on his way here to spill all the dirt about Robertson's racket. Eh. The cold works for Robertson. That's what I thought. You mean to say Cole's going to talk? The whole works. He said he'd get facts and figures on how Robertson makes every court employee in the state kick in part of his salary.

Garley, the center's been hidden that for a long time. Well, if this is true, we won't have to hear it anymore. Gunnegan, Harry, you better stick around. We can't trust this or the night editor.

You're killing me. Hey, killin' my g- We'll make it. We'll play Sir Robertson, rack it all over page one. He'll talk more. Holds on a 20-store on the phone. Garley, he ought to know all about Robertson's racket.