Wrong Money Means Jail (aka-Smashing the Counterfeiting Ring)

With his faithful valid Cato, Britt Reid, daring young publisher, matches 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.

They're fitting rackets! Okay, Cabby, hit those brakes, this is it. Yes, sir.

Here, keep the change. Hey, Moran, Sergeant Moran, is this still on the stove? Huh? Who's that? Oh, you, Lowry. What's the centro got a pipeline to a fortune teller? How do you know there's going to be a raid?

Listen, pal, I can smell a story brewing. What gives? Counterfeit raid. Federal man called the commissioner for some local help, and I was elected at the place around it, eh? All the way. Oh, here's the Federal man now.

All right, Sergeant, it's in the cellar. Make sure that nothing is touched. Yes, sir. The whistle? Yes. The signal, Lowry. Some of the boys go into the back. We're hitting the cellar door. All right, you men, inside!

I have to go! I'd like to rest of you this way. Hey, Moran, look at the layout. Here, now, it's a straight tip. Running presses, paper, ink, the whole works. And look at those builds.

Wonder how good they are as carnival. Hands off, don't touch that stuff. The same goes for you guys, don't touch a thing. That's federal property. Everything here but the crooks. Yeah. And you men locate anybody?

Closets go out the windows back door? I guess they're gonna wear him the time, Sergeant. Thanks for your help anyway. What the... Don't even... Come back here and order. I got him, Moran. He may be...