Paroles for Sale

The Green Hornet. The biggest of all games. Public enemies, but even the two men cannot reach. The Green Hornet. Oh, Gary Casey, I got news for Reed. Hey, you have to be a noun.

I'll save you a bit, I'll do the unannounced. Reed, I got it. Well, you're planning it must have you. What's in a bar, X-ray? The pro racket. What? Yeah, Reed, I've been snooping around and I finally snooped the scoop.

You snoop. Well, put it in plain language, X-rays. Is there something the sittel can use? Reed, you know boss Kendall, don't you? He had the pro board. Dear Casey, Reed, I got the absolute goods that Kendra's chow for the selling pearls to prisoners for cash.

Axford, you have got something. Miss Case, order my car on Axford and I are going to the state capital. We'll toss this in Kendall's lap and I hope it's a bombshell. His faithful ballad, Cato, Britt Reed, 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 rips toward another thrilling adventure. The Green Hornet strikes again. Smash your parole, lackins! And boss Kendall's on this in a large hotel at the state capitol. Kendall runs his party and also runs the state parole board.

His voice is deep and booming and tough. Even the secretary can hear him as she harries into the outside office from the hall. Absolutely, I'm telling you, I made sure you're a great kinder. What on your face? Representative, people are right.

Mr. Kendall. Mr. Kendall. No, maybe I'm on the phone. You're hardly banning. I run the party and don't hand me any poppycock about being elected by the people. Please, Mr. Kendall. I told those voters to mark their balance for you last election.