All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 03x03 - The Lucky Cat

NARRATOR:
The Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful
than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings
at a single bound.

MAN 1: Look! Up in the sky!
MAN 2: It's a bird!

WOMAN: It's a plane!
MAN 3: It's Superman!

NARRATOR:
Yes, it's Superman,

strange visitor
from another planet

who came to Earth
with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change
the course of mighty rivers,

bend steel in his bare hands,

and who,
disguised as Clark Kent,

mild-mannered reporter for
a great metropolitan newspaper,

fights a never-ending battle

for truth, justice
and the American way.

[���]

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Stop!

You're walking on the lines
instead of the squares.

That's bad luck.

I told you, stop!

You can't come in here.

This is my house.

It's a nice, peaceful old place.

It's never even been haunted
until you people came,

with your broken mirrors
and your black cats,

sprinkling salt
all over the place.

Keep away, I tell you.

It was the darkest day
of my life

when I rented
the house to you.

Now I'll suffer hard luck
the rest of my years.

Now, just a minute, sir.

We haven't even
been here before.

You haven't?

Maybe we've got
the wrong address...

I hope.

No, Jimmy, it's
the right place.

Seven-twenty
Weeping Willow Lane.

You're new members?

Well, let me warn you
while there's still time:

The men who come here are crazy.

They defy the laws of nature.

They laugh at
the beliefs of man.

They're doomed--
Here, here,
what's going on?

Mr. Botts, I thought you were
told to stay away from here.

You can't keep me away.
This is my property.

Now, now, now, we pay
our rent, don't we?

Well, run along.
Run along.

BOTTS:
You can't make me.

FREDERICKS:
Oh, yes, we can. Yes, we can.

Laws of trespass,
you know.

New members?

Pay no attention to him.

Follow me. Follow me.

You'll be sorry.
This is my house.

They mock me.
They'll all be sorry.

Every last one of them
who come here.

You too.
Both of you.

This is Friday the 13th.

And anyone who defies the 13th
will live to regret it.

Or die to regret it.

Shoo.

What a crazy place.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, we came here
to get a story, didn't we?

Let's go.

That's funny.

Yeah. Where did
that little guy go to?

He disappeared.

Well, somebody
left the door open.

[MEOWS]

[GASPS]

Jimmy,
what's the matter?

It's just a black cat,
that's all.

It walked right
in front of you.

So? Jimmy...

If I thought
you were superstitious,

I wouldn't have
brought you with me.

Oh, I-I'm really not.
Honest. Really.

I'm-- I'm protected.

Oh, I mean--

Well, it's just
a black cat.

That's what I said.

Well, w-who are you?

Oh, we're from
the Daily Planet, sir.

Oh, yes, of course.
You're Mr. Kent.

And that must be young Olsen.
Welcome.

Perry White promised
you'd come down this evening.

I'm, uh, Bill Green.
Green Shoe Stores, you know.

You just--
Oh, no, no.

Come around
through there.

Oh, this way?
That's right.

And then straight
toward me.

How do you do, sir?

Welcome.

Thank you.

Jim.

Under the ladder?

You know it.

Well, sure,
Mr. Green.

I don't mind.

[CHUCKLES]

All our members
enter that way.

Welcome. You're
a little early

for the meeting
yet.

But welcome to
the sacred halls

of the Anti-Superstition
Club.

Their motto is
"down with superstition."

They help expose how silly
such fears actually are.

It's quite an idea.
Isn't it, Jim?

Well, yes.
But, um...

doesn't that ladder
ever fall on anybody?

[CHUCKLING]
Oh, no.

A bunch of the fellows were
tired of the luncheon clubs,

so we organized
a big night-snack club.

Just a good bunch
of guys

getting together
to have a little fun.

Oh, um...

we encountered
a gentleman

on the way in who didn't
quite share your enthusiasm.

Oh, I'm sorry
about that.

Uh, the landlord,
I suppose?

He said he owned
the place.

Poor old coot.
His name's Botts.

We rented this place
from him

so we could hold
our meetings here.

I guess he didn't realize
what we wanted it for.

He was making some threats,
Mr. Green.

I think he might try to
get even with you.

Oh, don't be ridiculous.
What can he do?

We're all important
businessmen,

every one of us.

Here. Take a look
at this register.

It's just that he's
superstitious, that's all.

Half cracked on the idea,
like so many people.

Hates to see us
break all these

silly little
rules.

See a pin and pick it up,

all the day,
you'll have good luck.

Huh?

There. At your feet,
young man. On the rug.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, no, no. No.
Don't do that.

See a pin and let it lay,

you'll have bad luck all day.

You don't believe
that nonsense, do you?

Those pins have been there
ever since we formed the club.

I'm sorry.

They may not be
very tidy, Jim,

but they're
absolutely right.

As a matter of fact,
both my editor and I

feel very strongly
about this story, Mr. Green.

We'd like to
see an end

of all superstition
in the world.

What possible connection
can pins and black cats

and such have
with good fortune?

Exactly.
I'm Charlie King.

King Chemical.
Or it used to be,

while my plant still
had contracts to work on.

Yes, sir,
this is Mr. Kent

and Mr. Olsen,
Charlie.

How do you do,
sir?

Showing them
the register?

Yes. After they have
signed the guest page.

You're first,
Mr. Kent.

Oh, here?

If you will,
please.

All right, sir.

Thank you. And now
you, Mr. Olsen.
Oh.

Just here.
Red ink?

Of course.
In the business world,

red ink's regarded
as very bad luck.

We try every day to
defy some superstition.

Here.
Right over here.

Look for
yourselves.

"Bill Green walked on pavement
lines instead of squares

all the way
to work today."

Here. I'll
check in too.

Charlie King.

Charlie King lit
300 cigarettes this week

on 100 matches.
Hm.

Three on
a match?

You mean you did that
100 times?

Of course he did.
Of course he did.

And you know
something?

He won't suffer
for either.

Yes, Mr. Kent.
That's your story.

Not a single
one of us

who's broken
every superstitious rule

you've ever heard of,
has suffered for it.

Not a single one
of us has had

one bit of bad luck
as a result.

Why should you?

There's no truth
in any superstition.

Uh, bravo.
I say bravo.

Uh, uh, but now to work.
Now to work.

Uh, the meeting room
is all ready, Bill.

Fredericks, here,
is our steward.

He leads in
the cat.

Why don't you show them
how the ritual goes?

Oh, I just have enough catnip
for the meeting.

Well, never mind about
that part of it.

She'd probably
scratch you anyway.

However, it is
a good idea.

Uh, first
I'll call the meeting

to order in here.

And that way, it'll
be easier to clean up.

Uh, would you step
this way, gentlemen?

Yes.

Are you ready,
gentlemen?

Ready.

The meeting will
now come to order.

Seven years
bad luck?

Nonsense.

And now I hop
to my place

at the head of the table
in there.

Hop?

Why, of course.
Thirteen times.

Not easy for a man
of my size.

I land on the lines
of the floor. The cracks.

Watch me.
It's like this.

Golly, Mr. Kent.

Maybe that guy outside
was right.

These men sure
act crazy.

Well, Jimmy, there's a certain
amount of nonsense

connected with
any lodge or club--

What's the matter?

Mr. Green. Wait.

The support under that floor
isn't very strong.

Well, if that
were true,

how could you
see it from there?

X-ray vision,
I suppose?

Well, I--
As a matter of fact--

Oh, he's just
superstitious.

He's upset seeing us break
so many superstitious rules.

They don't deserve
to be here.

Go on.
Show them.

Show them we're
not afraid, Bill.

You have to be really tough
to be a member of this club.

You stay here
by the door, Jimmy.

[���]

[FLOOR CREAKING]

[SPEAKS
INDISTINCTLY]

Golly, Mr. Kent
was right.

Mr. Kent?

Well, where are you?

Mr. Kent?

Oh, right here, Jimmy.

Where were you?

Say, uh, Kent.
How on earth did you know

that floor was going to
break through there?

Well, just
a lucky guess.

Don't use
that word.

Nothing's lucky
or unlucky.

Besides, you were
walking on the lines

instead of
the squares.

Well, even if I'd fallen
clear through,

it wouldn't be because
I'd broken any superstition.

It--
Termites, probably.

Too much food,
you mean.

I don't blame
the poor floor.

[CHUCKLES]
Well, well.

Ah, no harm
done anyway.

Gentlemen, I think
we've gotten our story now.

We'll be running along.
Good night.

Oh,, uh, drop back
any time, Mr. Kent.

And why don't you let us
put you up for membership?

You're not
superstitious.

No, I only believe
in the things that men do.

Good night, gentlemen.
Jimmy?

Mr. Kent.
Oh, uh, good night.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

Wh-what's that?

Sawdust, Jimmy.

Huh?

The stuff that's made
when somebody saws wood.

And I don't mean
termites.

No, somebody
wanted that floor

to collapse
under Mr. Green.

Oh, Miss Lane.
No!

See? I'm not
superstitious either.

What's the matter, Jimmy?
Make you nervous?

[SIGHS]
No. Course not.

Besides, I've been carrying
that cracked mirror around

in my purse
for months.

Now, tell me
the rest of it.

Well...Mr. Kent
wanted to go out

and take another look
at the house.

He wanted to see that floor
in the daytime.

Has he come back yet?

No. He said if he got
any more information,

he was gonna go to the police.

Jimmy, why don't you and I
run out there?

Oh, well...

there's nothing
out there.

It's just an old house.

If Clark's gone out by himself,

you can bet he's
after a good story.

Why should we let him get it?
I'll finish early

and this afternoon,
we'll go and snoop around.

All right.

And Jimmy,
for heaven sakes,

where did you
get that awful habit

of sticking your hands
in your pocket?

What are you carrying?

Nothing.

I'm not gonna have any trouble
with superstitions.

[���]

MAN [WHISPERING]:
"Charlie King:

"lit 300 cigarettes this week

on 100 matches."

Yes.

Yes, that's what
we figured, Tom.

Okay, thanks.

Your guess was right, Kent.

The crime lab
sent a man out

to look over that basement.

He said that support beam
was sawed just recently.

Mm-hm. Looks like somebody
wanted Green to fall through.

Looks that way.
But even if he had,

he probably wouldn't have
been hurt very badly.

I'd call it more of
a crackpot stunt

than a murder attempt,
wouldn't you?

Yes, but when a crackpot
starts off this way,

he can get more
and more dangerous.

And if he wanted to
punish Green

for laughing
at superstition,

well, the rest of
the members of the club

are in danger too.

And they should be
warned.

Oh, we'll take care of it.

I'll get the membership list
from their register.

And I think I'll pick up

that nutty landlord
of theirs for questioning.

[���]

There doesn't seem to be
any answer.

Well, let it ring
a few more times.

It's pretty important
we reach all these people.

Hello?
Oh, hello.

I-is this Mr. King?

Yes.

Oh, hello, inspector.

Why, no, nothing's
happened to me.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, really, inspector...

I-I-I'm not afraid
of any crazy prophecy

made by a little guy
like that Botts.

I-I'm sorry.
No, that wasn't anything.

At least I don't think so.

Oh, now, really, inspector,

I think you're getting
alarmed over nothing.

Well, we felt
we ought to warn

some of you leaders
of the group.

Yes, I know Bill Green
wasn't hurt, but, uh...

[���]

I'm not afraid
of any fire here.

W-- We're practically
out of business,

and there's
so little to burn--

[���]

Mr. King, the fire department
might have been able

to save the rest
of your buildings.

But with all the explosives
in this room,

you most certainly
would have been blown up.

Great Caesar's ghost.

Two more attempts, eh?

Two so far.
Mr. Green and Mr. King.

And it couldn't be
just luck.

I mean bad luck because
they defied superstition.

Oh, come on now,
chief.

You don't believe any such
nonsense as that, I hope.

No, no, of course not.

But it takes human hands
to saw wood and start fires.

The point is, Kent,

where is this lunatic
going to strike next?

And who's the next victim?

I'll have the story
as fast as it happens.

Oh, by the way.
You haven't seen Lois

or that young
idiot, Olsen, have you?

No. No, I haven't.

[���]

Nobody here either.

You know, Miss Lane,
I-I don't even know

what you're looking for.

Oh, guess
I'm just curious.

We've been crawling around
this place for nearly an hour.

It's gonna be dark
in a few minutes.

Listen, Jimmy.
If there was an attempt

on Mr. Green's life last night
in this building,

doesn't it seem
likely

that we'd find some sort
of evidence?

Like the-- Oh, the saw
that was used

to cut the flooring
or something.

But, uh...

what if we find a booby trap
meant for somebody else?

Booby trap?

I mean, uh...
What if one finds us?

Well...

Guess it is just
a deserted house.

But I wanna get a look
at that basement.

All right.
But let's hurry.

[CAT MEOWS]
Hey.

Oh. Must be
their mascot.

Oh, nice kitty.

I wonder who
feeds her.

[SCREECHES]
Oh.

Ooh.

Looks like you do...
with your hand.

She tried to
scratch me.

Well, let's go, Jimmy.
Come on.

[FLOOR CREAKING]

Downstairs.

In the hall.

[CREAKING STOPS]

Stopped.

Guess it's nothing.
Come on.

We're just letting our
imaginations run away with us.

All old houses creak.

There will be members
around this evening.

All right. We'll be out
of the basement by then.

Come on.

[CRASH]

[SIGHS]

Well...

it's empty, I think.

I hope.

[FOOTSTEPS
APPROACHING]

Hi, Jimmy.

Oh, Clark.
What a relief.

We heard you before
when we were upstairs

in that bedroom,
but--

We're locked in.

I guess it wasn't you
after all, was it?

No, Lois,
I just got here.

I came in
the front door.

Clark, what are you
looking at?

Hm? Oh, I'm just
surprised

at who I see--

I mean, I'm surprised
to find you here.

Surprised?
Well, do something.

Now, don't worry. We'll
get out all right.

Hurry, the window.
Come on.

[SHUTTER
SLAMS]

Oh, the shutter.
Now we are trapped.

But you just
stand there.

I told you
not to worry, Lois.

Oh, sure. That door's
a foot thick,

and so are
the walls.

I'm afraid there's nothing
much we can do. This--

Hey!

Are you all right,
Jimmy?

Yes, I'm
all right.

Well...does Superman
know we're here?

Yes, he does, Lois.
But I'm afraid

he can't come out in the open
and help us now.

LOIS:
Well, why not?
He's just as much against

the silly superstitions
as we are.

What on earth?

[LAUGHING]

A horseshoe?

I don't know how that happened
to get on the floor.

Look in his other pocket.
He's got a rabbit's foot

and a four-leaf clover.

Oh, no, Jimmy.

You carrying
good-luck charms?

I'm sorry.

I don't really believe
in the things.

Say, I'll bet
if Superman were here,

he'd rub this horseshoe
and make a magnet out of it.

It would help us
get out of here.

Superman would knock a hole
through the wall, silly.

Come on. We'll
find a way out.

Trouble is, too many people

might see him
knocking that hole.

Uh, Jimmy, did you
try this door?

No.

But it sounded like
he threw the bolt.

Well, maybe he did,
but it's open now.

Oh, good.
That does it.

Yes. Shall we go?

Your weapon, old boy.

Come on, Jimmy.

[CAT
SCREECHING]

Something's wrong
with that cat.

Sounds like
he's not very happy.

[SCREECHING CONTINUES]

That crazy guy, Botts,
is up there.

He must be.
Hold it, Jimmy.

Another murder's being
planned, that's all.

That's all?
Mm-hm.

So we're gonna have to do
a little planning ourselves.

Let's see.
The members will be

coming back to this club
in a little while.

Let's go.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

He's in there
right now.

Never mind, Lois.
Even if you went in there, Bill,

you wouldn't
catch him

doing a thing you could
arrest him for.

You're crazy.
Police radio says

some of my boys already
have Botts cornered.

What?
But he's the one--

Botts cornered?
Where?

At another house he owns
across town on 53rd Street.

Across town?

Listen, Bill. Don't go in
until I get back.

Will you do that
for me?

Okay.

Thanks.

[���]

Mr. Botts,
you're under arrest.

For the last time,
Mr. Botts, come out.

Give yourself up.

I will not.

You're walking on my lawn.

I own this house.
I own lots of houses.

But you can't come in
any of them.

Nobody can.

I'm never gonna rent a house
again as long as I live.

Nothing but trouble.

You're under arrest, I said.

I guess we're gonna have to
break the door in.

Don't you dare.

This is private property.

You're trespassing.
All of you.

I've never been arrested
in my life,

and I don't intend to start now.

You asked for it.

You better give him
the tear gas.

[���]

[COUGHING]

Just hold your breath
for a second.

I'll inhale
the gas.

There. All out the window,
Mr. Botts.

Superman.

And don't worry,
Mr. Botts.

You're not going to jail.

In fact, you're not
guilty of anything.

But there's another man
who's been trying

to make it look as though
you're to blame for everything.

Who? Who is it?

The man that's
going to be confessing

in about five minutes.

Will you excuse me?

All right, Kent,

they're all in there
with Miss Lane and Jimmy.

Fredericks,
King and Green?
That's right.

Although, why should I
let you play detective--

Because you have no evidence.
That's why.

I can tell you
who's guilty,

but you wouldn't have
any case against him.

Come on in. We'll
watch him trip himself.

[CAT
SCREECHING]

There's the cat.
I better catch it.
No.

But we can't let her
run loose with--

No, I said.

Just, uh, keep
an eye on her.

Mr. Kent, what's
this all about?

We're supposed to be holding
a meeting of our club now.

You know what
it's all about.

A murder attempt
on Mr. Green

and then on Mr. King
in his factory.

No!

GREEN:
Oh, uh, inspector.

W-we're not upset by this,
so, uh, why should you be?

Old Botts hates us,
and he tried to make us think

the superstitions we'd broken
were backfiring against us.

That's all.

Sure. Three
on a match

and stepping on
squares

instead of
on lines, and...

Yes, he should be
taken away somewhere

for a long,
quiet rest.

He didn't saw the floor
or set that fire, gentlemen.

But one of you did.

And took advantage
of poor Botts' ravings

in order to make it look
as though he were responsible.

I don't understand.

Hey. Nothing happened
to him yet.

Let's take
it easy, Jimmy.

Uh, go over there
and sit down, will you?

Gentlemen, will you
please sit down?

Take your places.

Uh, by the way,
Mr. Fredericks.

In your part
as, uh,

steward in this ritual,

what happens after the,
uh, mirror is broken?

Well, I follow
the black cat in,

and I-I sit here holding it.

And blast her long claws.
Look at my scratches.

Mm-hm.
Well, gentlemen,

I'm gonna be
very quick about this,

because I already know
which one is the guilty man.

What?

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Come on, puss.

[MEOWING]
Come on.

That's a girl.

Careful she doesn't
scratch you.

Don't worry.

Kent, what's the matter
with you?

You say that one of us
is guilty of these crazy crimes

and you-- You go off
chasing a cat.

Well, they're not crazy
crimes, Mr. Green.

They just
seem that way.

And now I'm gonna
let your cat

pick out
the guilty man.

I'm not afraid of black cats.
Even mean ones like that.

Oh, yes, Mr. Fredericks.
This cat

might have scratched you
any time this evening.

But I have another job
for her right now.

And I think
it'll be easy.

When our man
wasn't looking,

I slipped some catnip
in his pocket.

Don't anyone look
in their pockets.

We'll let the cat
do the work.

Well, of all the silly,
nonsensical tricks.

Never mind, Mr. Green.
Just watch.

She she never did
like me.

Well, this is
ridiculous.

Perhaps it is, Mr. King.
Perhaps it is.

Still, I know you're
not superstitious.

And while she may be
a little unpleasant,

still, there's no reason
for you to be afraid of her.

I'm not.

You weren't afraid to set fire
to your own factory.

You're crazy!
I'm getting out of here.

Why did you do it?
The insurance?

I didn't do anything.
You can't scare me.

She seems to like you.
Why are you so afraid of her?

Here.
[CAT SCREECHES]

Ah!

He put poison
on her claws.

You shouldn't have
jumped so far, Mr. King.

I wiped it off
a long time ago.

All right.

Yes.
I did everything.

I was desperate.

I was broke.

I had no orders
at the factory.

My whole life was ruined.

I had to do something
to cover up.

I had to burn that factory.

If Superman hadn't come along
and stopped that fire,

I'd have collected
a million dollars in insurance.

I guess we can get the rest
of this down at headquarters.

Thanks for
the confession, Kent.

The rest of you mind
coming along for a statement?

You. How did you know
I was the one?

Well, maybe I'm lucky,
or maybe I'm Superman.

Ha-ha.
Big joke.

You'd better knock on wood
when you say things like that.

Come along,
all of you.

[���]

[���]

NARRATOR:
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