All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 04x12 - The Phantom Ring

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NARRATOR:
Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful
than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings
at a single bound.

MAN: 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.

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Yes, yes, I know, Bill.

I realize all that.

Sure.

The chief is screaming
for action.

These robberies are really
getting out of hand now.

Yes.

Well, I'll try and stall
as long as I can, Bill.

You know me, but...

you better come up
with something pretty soon.

All right. Okay.

Goodbye.

Oh, excuse me.

I should know by now
that when I open my door,

I should be prepared
to leap back madly.

Oh, we forgive you.

Hey, but Clark,
look at this.

What do you think it is,
Mr. Kent?

Well, obviously it's a box
with some small holes in it.

Well, aren't you
gonna open it?

A messenger
left it downstairs.

It's addressed to you.

Besides, it gurgles.

Well, in that case,
we'd better look into it.

Now, who in the world
would send me a--

A what?

Don't tell me
you can see inside.

Maybe he thinks
he's Superman.

Oh, very funny,
Jimmy.

No, there are holes here.
Obviously, they must be for air.

And the air means
there's something alive.

Well, let's find out.

LOIS:
A pigeon.

JIMMY:
It's a bird.

Most pigeons are,
Jimmy.

Maybe this note
will tell us something.

"Mr. Kent.

"If you want to talk
about recent robberies,

contact us
by enclosed homing pigeon."

That's what it is.

"Must have your word no police
trap if meeting is arranged.

Signed, The Spectre."

The Spectre?
What kind of a name is that?

What are you gonna do,
Mr. Kent?

Well, I don't know.
But I'm not gonna pass up

any opportunity to meet
this Spectre, whoever he is.

Clark, it may be a trap.

You'd better
call Inspector Henderson.

No, that would involve
the police

and I gave my word.

No, I have to handle this
my own way, Lois.

I don't get it.
Why the pigeon?

Actually,
it's a very good idea.

Jimmy, if uh...

If they gave us an address
or a phone number,

it could be traced, right?

But now, only the pigeon
knows where to go.

That's right. A homing pigeon
flies directly back to its coop.

Yes, and I think I'd better
go along with this gag.

And I think
I'd better go it alone.

You mean alone with us.

I mean alone, period.

Oh, come on, Jimmy.

Clark wouldn't share a story
with his own grandmother.

Well, have a nice trip.

Thank you.
Over and out.

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[PIGEON COOING]

Don't be afraid.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

No. No, all I'm gonna do

is just attach this little
capsule to your leg.

That's all.
There we are.

[TRAFFIC DRONING]

I promised
not to go to the police,

but I didn't say a thing
about Superman.

Here we are, little friend.

You lead off and I'll follow.

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Even a fence ought to give us
twenty grand for this baby.

Before we're through,

twenty grand
will be peanut money.

Ya know
what I'm gonna do?

I'm gonna build me
a big estate

that looks like
a penitentiary

so my friends'll
feel at home.

Gee, thanks, Rosy.

I'll be there
every night.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Spectre.

Hiya, boys.
Time to go to work, huh?

Right.

Better punch in
and get on your way.

Don't worry.
I'll be there.

[BEEPING]

[HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING]

Better put us all in, Luke.

What for?

Just in case.

It makes me feel safer.

Safe? From what?
With this set-up, why,

we haven't got anything
to worry about.

Nothing except one maybe
named Clark Kent.

That nosy
newspaper reporter?

Nosy and smart.
Never forget that.

Now, you'd better
get on your way.

Okay.

That's gonna
look like costume jewelry

alongside what
I'm gonna bring back.

You really think
this Kent will bother us?

Well, why take chances?

The way I figure, Kent's
the brains behind Superman.

There's no brain you can't buy
with enough of this.

You think he'll send back
an answer?

If he doesn't, he isn't as smart
as I think he is,

and either way, we got nothing
to worry about.

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[HIGH-PITCHED BEEPING CONTINUES]

There's the pigeon now
with Kent's answer.

Wow, this radar screen, boss,
is a stroke of genius.

But it's not there
to warn us about pigeons.

Hey, there's something else
coming in.

And it ain't no pigeon.

Grab the stuff.

Yank it.

[WIND SWIRLING]

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Hey, that was
pretty close.

I wish we could stay
invisible all the time,

with that Superman
character around.

Relax, he's gone now.

Yeah, but for how long?

It doesn't matter.

How often have I told you

this is the only Superman-proof
room in the world.

He can't get through the radar
screen without warning us.

The panel's lined with lead
so he can't see the instruments.

So you got Superman
bottled up.

But what about
Clark Kent?

Don't look like
he's gonna play ball.

Rather clever, that.

Kept his word about the police
but he tipped off Superman.

I'm afraid Mr. Kent
has got to go.

I'm sure that Superman

is just as sorry about this
as we are, Bill

Being sorry
isn't gonna help.

But where
could they have gone?

Well, obviously
they found out somehow

that Superman was coming.

So they simply abandoned
their hideout.

And it's a cinch
they won't be back.

No. No.
That would be stupid.

And these boys
are anything but that.

Now, take that warehouse robbery
last night.

Somehow they got by two guards,
an alarm system,

and a vault door
and nobody saw them.

That's right.

The day before that,
it was a currency exchange.

And that same night,
a heavily guarded payroll.

It's impossible.

What did you just say, Bill?

I said, it's impossible.

Yes, that's what I thought.

Well, that might
be just the answer.

[CHUCKLING]

Put 'er there, pal.

If I'm going crazy,
it's nice to have company.

No, wait a minute.
Nobody's going crazy.

Just let your imagination go
for a minute.

It's already gone.

Well, then tell me this.

If we weren't being realistic,

what would
be the one obvious answer?

That's easy.
The thieves are invisible.

Exactly.
You know, the strain's

been too much for us.

I'm gonna send out for some
invisible sandwiches

and a couple cartons
of invisible milk.

[LAUGHS]

According to the timetable,

Luke should be in front
of the jewelry store about now.

Time to make him
invisible, huh, boss?

[TRAFFIC DRONING]

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Operator?

Give me
police headquarters. Quick.

Well, in the first place,
are you sure

you put the jewelry
on display?

Of course I did.

After twenty years
in this same establishment

I'm not likely to make
a mistake like that.

And you saw no one?

Absolutely no one.

I remember. I looked up
and I saw the door open,

but nobody came in.

But that's impossible.

The thief would have
to have been invis--

Ah-ha.

Never mind.

I'll be right out.

The Apex Jewelry Company
on Third Street.

You can guess the rest.

Mm-hm.
Mind if I come along?

I wish you would.
I don't trust what I'm thinking.

At least $50,000
worth of gems.

Well, where were they,
exactly?

Right here.

All right, all right.
We'll get a description later.

You're absolutely positive
you saw that door open?

Absolutely.

I remember, I looked over
and nobody came in.

Wind. The wind blew it open.

There hasn't been any wind
in two days, Bill.

Well, a little breeze,
anyway.

Not even a puff of air.

It's a better explanation
than yours.

Oh, is that so?
I suppose that same wind

blew the vault door open
in the warehouse.

Inspector, all I know
is that my stolen gems

aren't gonna be wafted
back to me on the next breeze.

Now, take it easy.
We're doing everything we can.

It's the only logical
conclusion, Bill.

Now, don't give me that
invisible man routine again.

Inspector, it couldn't be.

I mean-- I mean--

Well, could it?

Of course not.

Now, don't get panicky.
Or ridiculous.

[DOOR OPENS]

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S-s-s-somebody or something
just went through that door.

Ridiculous, huh?

Hmm...

The whole world, Rosy.

Pick out a spot,
in a few weeks,

you'll be able to buy it.

Hey, I always wanted
to travel.

To see them far away
exotic kind of places.

With quaint native customs
and folk songs.

You know the spot
I'm gonna pick, boss?

Where's that?

Brooklyn.

LUKE:
Number seven, checking in.

How come you're so late,
number seven?

I decided to stick around
for some laughs afterwards.

Wanted to see once what the cops
thought about the whole thing.

I'm not sure
that was wise.

What was their reaction?

Well, Inspector Henderson,
we're drivin' him nuts.

But Kent, I don't know--

Kent? Was he there?

Yeah. And he was talking
about an invisible man.

I knew he'd stick
his nose into this.

The cops
would never accept it,

but he's just the kind to follow
through on a hunch like that.

Let me punch in
and go knock him off, boss.

It's not as simple
as that.

But we gotta do something.

Well, how else you gonna
get rid of a guy

if you don't knock him off?

Simply by arranging
an accident.

Oh, sure, why not?

That used to be a specialty
of yours, didn't it?

More than a specialty.
It was a hobby.

Always a touch
of the unusual.

In fact, I think Mr. Kent

will be my most
artistic job yet.

[CHUCKLING]

He's not back yet.

Jim, I'm getting worried.

I wish we knew where we could
get in touch with Superman.

So do I.
But as long as we don't,

I think I'd better
call Inspector Henderson.

LUKE:
Never mind that.
Let's get going.

Okay, but isn't your voice
beginning to change, Miss Lane?

Jim, this is no time
for jokes.

Turn off the radio.

What radio?

LUKE:
I said, let's get movin'.

Look, a joke's a jo--
This is no time--

Jim, wasn't that
your voice?

No. Wasn't it yours?

LUKE:
It was mine.

Just do like I say
and no one gets hurt.

Am I seeing things?

That's the trouble, Miss Lane.
We're not seeing things.

LUKE:
There's a car parked outside.

We're goin' for a ride.

So let's move.

And don't forget,
the gun's in my pocket.

We better do
what he says, Jim.

Wait a minute.

I'm not taking orders
from something I can't see.

Now I'm taking orders.

Amazing how science has played
right into our hands.

Yeah, but I still don't
understand them gimmicks.

Very simple, really.

The radar sends out
a shortwave frequency.

When it hits an object,
it bounces back, like an echo,

and shows up on the screen.

That don't explain
how we become invisible.

Well, it's the same principle.

Our bodies are changed so that
light passes through them

instead of being reflected.

You mean,
if I become invisible,

them radar waves
go right through me?

Exactly. And you wouldn't
show up on the screen.

I don't know.

I'd rather
be flesh and blood.

I imagine the police
would prefer it that way also.

LUKE:
Here's your company, boss.

What do you want with us?

We didn't do anything.

Let's say I needed some cheese
for the mousetrap.

What kind of a mouse
are you looking for, rat?

Your colleague,
Mr. Kent.

Then you must have sent him
that pigeon.

Unfortunately,
that plan failed.

This one won't.

You smart crooks
are always the same.

You always
get overconfident.

Let's face it, Miss Lane.

For the first time
in history,

the perfect crime
has been committed.

Jimmy, tell me you didn't see
what I just saw.

I wish I could,
Miss Lane,

but my eyes
are just as bad as yours.

Lock them
in the other room.

All right, Spectre,
now what?

Now to bring Kent
into the picture with a note,

which our two little guests
will sign.

That ought
to smoke him out.

Can't say we didn't
give him his chance.

He deserves
the works.

Imagine taking advantage

of a poor,
innocent little pigeon.

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"Kent, this is your la--

"This is your last chance.

"If you want to see Lois Lane
and Olsen again,

"go to Suburban Airport.
A plane is waiting,

"chartered in your name.

"We know you have
a pilot's license.

"Once in the air,

"you will receive
further instructions by radio.

"The signature
at the bottom of this note

"should convince you that
we have Miss Lane and the boy.

Signed, the Spectre."

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[ENGINE RUMBLING]

SPECTRE:
Don't look so surprised,
Mr. Kent.

I understand you already
have us figured out.

I hoped I was wrong.

ROSY:
Too bad you wasn't.

Oh, two of you, eh?

SPECTRE:
Yes, so don't try anything.

What's this all about?

Why did you want me
up here in the air?

SPECTRE:
A precaution, Mr. Kent.

Against a trap.

How can I trap something
I can't even see?

You forget
we can be heard.

And a few police bullets fired
in the direction of our voices

could be disastrous.

Seem to have thought
of everything.

Even to the radar outfit
to detect Superman.

Oh, that was
how it was done.

ROSY:
And we was gonna offer you
a deal, Mr. Kent,

till you crossed us up.

You had a chance
to be a rich man.

Well, maybe it still isn't
too late to talk business.

SPECTRE:
I'm afraid that's
out of the question.

ROSY:
Hey, the boys oughta
be punchin' us in about now.

SPECTRE:
Yes, an airplane
would look pretty silly

landing with nobody in it.

What do you mean by that?

You'll see.

And here we are.

Too bad, Kent.

Now you can identify us.

Should make things
easier at that.

Come now, Mr. Kent.

You must realize that
this is a one way trip for you.

Well, we've all
gotta go sometime.

Gotta admit
he's a cool character.

He's got nerve.

I have to give you credit.
You certainly outsmarted me.

Coming from you,
that's quite a compliment.

Well, Rosy,
better push him out.

Oh, before you do,

there's one thing
I'd like to know.

How does this
whole thing work?

That's a reasonable
last request.

Sure.

He won't be around
to use it against us.

It's very simple.

Anyone who carries
one of these coins

can be made invisible.

At this very moment,
one of my men

is waiting outside
the Metropolis Bank.

At exactly 3:00,
he will disappear.

The rest you can figure out
for yourself.

Sounds like a great story.

I'm sorry I won't
be around to write it.

I am too.
You had your chance.

Should have joined us
instead of trying to beat us.

Now move over
to the other side.

Who'll fly this airplane?

I'll worry
about that, Kent.

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There's a guy you can sell
a parachute to real easy.

That takes care of Mr. Kent.

Let's get back.
You can land by the cabin.

And I'll take care of you later.

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Superman.

Not so much fun to see me
when I can see you, is it?

Oh, I was just waiting
for a taxicab.

In that case, you won't mind
going down to headquarters

and giving yourself up
to Inspector Henderson.

It'll save me the trouble
of catching you again

and it'll be a lot
pleasanter for you.

Yes, sir.

And I'll just take that coin,
if you don't mind.

Thank you very much
for your assistance.

And goodbye.

[WIND SWIRLING]

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That'd be Rosy
and the boss, huh?

Who else, stupid?

Why do you always
gotta call me stupid?

Because you are stupid.

Why do we always
gotta play slapjack?

Why can't we play hearts
once in a while,

like other people?

Al, you know I don't know how

to figure out the numbers
on the cards.

Nice landing, Rosy.

Much better than
Clark Kent's, I'm sure.

You done it, huh?

Nice and clean.

Miss Lane and the kid
still okay?

Yeah, Joe give 'em a Parcheesi
game to keep 'em amused.

Yeah, and it's brand new too.

I never could figure out
how to figure out those dice.

Get Luke punched in
on time?

Right on the dot
of three.

What a gimmick.

One minute he's there,
then poof, he's gone.

He goes into the bank,
past the guards,

and they can't even see him.

Yeah, and he wears rubber heels,
so they can't hear him.

He goes past the clerks,
over the rail, into the vault,

picks out five, six,
$700,000 in big bills.

Then he comes out again
the same way.

In ten minutes,
we punch him in,

make him visible,
he comes out here

with all that beautiful
green money.

Yeah, that all sounds
pretty good,

but one thing worries me:

Superman.

Why worry about him?

He can't get past the radar
screen without our knowing it.

All we do is become
invisible again

[WIND SWIRLING]
like we did the last time.

SUPERMAN:
This time the radar screen

didn't see me, Spectre.
There was nothing to see.

Superman!
It can't be!

Well, I'm getting outta here.

[PUNCH THUMPS]

D'oh!

[PUNCHES THUMPING]

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Help!

[THUMPS]
Oh!

Jeepers, this place looks like
it was hit by a hurricane.

A hurricane named Superman,
if you ask me.

It looks like it, but...

where is he?

Here I am, Jim.

Don't explain anything,
Superman.

I'm sure I wouldn't
believe it.

Jeepers, Superman,
I'm afraid you're too late.

They've probably already
done away with poor Mr. Kent.

Now, don't worry,
Jimmy.

It's true they did push him
out of a plane,

but fortunately,
I was there when he fell.

Poor Clark.
I bet he was scared silly.

Oh, I wouldn't say that,
Miss Lane.

I thought he took it rather
well, for Clark Kent, that is.

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