All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 06x08 - The Gentle Monster

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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.

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[RINGS]

Hello.
Kent speaking.

I understand you plan
to investigate

a certain munitions operation.

Never mind who this is.

Just take a little advice:

Lay off.

Unless you want
the Daily Planet to suffer

one of the worst disasters
in newspaper history.

Look, we've been threatened
over a thousand times.

It's never stopped us before.

All right, Kent,
if that's the way you want it.

He won't scare now,
but he will later.

Provided your
little brainchild works.

I told you it was
purely experimental.

Take a look.

A balloon...

a radio directional
receiver...

and a bottle
of super-nitroglycerin.

Hm. sort of a junior
guided missile, huh?

Not so junior.

When this thing
goes off,

I wanna be a long way
in some other direction.

[ALL LAUGH]

And the target
for tonight

is the Daily Planet
building, huh?

That's right.

[RINGS]

Hello.

Yes, ma--

Yes--

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, we'll most certainly
look into it.

Brother, tonight certainly
must be our night.

Another threat?

[LAUGHS]
No.

No, not exactly.

That, uh, was a Mrs. Taylor.

She lives at 64 Hope Street.

And she claims she saw
a weird iron monster

prowling around a house.

[LAUGHS]
Come on, Jim.

Let's go down
and take a look.

64 Hope Street?

That's a
familiar-sounding address.

Come on.

Well, you two go
if you want to.

I'm gonna stick
with this.

You know, why doesn't anybody
see anything believable anymore,

like a fire-eating
dragon?

[LAUGHS]
Come on, Jim.

[BUZZES]

I still have a feeling

this is a familiar-
sounding address.

Well, maybe
George Washington slept here.

[CHUCKLES]
[BUZZES]

Well, Professor
Pepperwinkle.

You remember us.

I do?

Sure.

This is Miss Lane.
I'm Jimmy Olsen.

We're from
the Daily Planet.

Oh. Of course, of course.

Well, come in, I suppose.

Uh, professor,

we had a tip at
the newspaper today

about something that
sounded pretty ridiculous.

[CLEARS THROAT]
Oh, uh, y-you did?

Well, it concerns a--
A weird iron monster.

Um...

A-A-A monster?
One that mows lawns.

And somebody
saw it

around your house
tonight.

Uh-- Mm.

Uh, uh, s-sit down, please.

I-I just can't stand it
any longer.

The police were here earlier
questioning me,

and I-I have to
tell someone.

Then there is
something to tell?

Uh, I-I can trust you,
can't I?

Why, of course
you can

trust us,
professor.

Well, I-I just must have
some advice.

I-I wouldn't ever want
to alarm anyone.

Uh...

Mr. McTavish?
Uh, come out, McTavish.

There's no need
to be alarmed.

McTavish wouldn't
hurt a flea.

Uh, McTavish, shake hands with
Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen.

How do you do,
Mr. McTavish.

I'm glad to meet you,
Mr. McTavish.
Uh...

Now, McTavish, uh,
take your book

and, uh, go over
by the piano.

You mean,
he can read?

Oh, dear me, no.

He just looks at
the pictures.

Professor,
this is incredible.

Where did you
find it?

I mean, uh,

where did you find
Mr. McTavish?

PROFESSOR:
Uh, he's a little sensitive.

But I-I didn't
find him, Miss Lane.

You see,
I'm a lonely old man,

and I built him
to keep me company.

And he's really
very good company.

He's-- he's very
helpful.

He likes to putter
around the yard, and, uh--

Oh dear, I'm--
I'm afraid

that's what got us
into trouble.

That's when Mrs. Taylor
saw him.
I'm afraid so.

You know what would happen
if the news got out.

Oh, publicity and
curiosity-seekers and...

And--

Well, uh,
McTavish and I

a-- Are really
very happy alone.

Aren't we,
McTavish?

Oh. He's really
just a child.

Now I'm imagining
you can actually talk to him.

Oh, yes.
I have him tuned

to the exact wavelength
of my voice frequency.

B-but anyone can talk
with him, uh, through this.

Uh, try it,
Miss Lane.

It converts
your voice

to the same frequency
as mine.

I don't know what to say
to a robot.

Well, let's see.
Let's see.

Why don't you ask him
to take one of these

meteor specimens out of
the case and crush it.

He-- He's really
very strong.

Hello,
Mr., uh, McTavish.

Take a meteor out of the case
and crush it.

Jeepers.

He must be as
strong as Superman.

Uh...

Thank you, uh,
Mr. McTavish.

Uh, why don't you go back
where you were.

You-- You must help me
decide what to do.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, Mrs. Taylor.

Now, I've already sent
two reporters to investigate.

Mm-hm.

You want Superman
to try and find a monster?

Well, Mrs. Taylor. I mean--

The air might do me
good at that--

I mean, um, I'll, uh--

I'll just see what I can do,

Mrs. Taylor.

Yes, ma'am. Bye.

It's hard enough
to keep a secret,

let alone a secret
like Mr. McTavish.

If people weren't
only so automatically

frightened by things
they don't understand.

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Well, we'll just have to
think about it, professor,

and let you
know tomorrow.

Jeepers, what a story.

And we can't print it.

Superman.
What are you doing here?

Please, Superman,

I really haven't
done anything wrong.

So there really
is a monster.

LOIS:
Superman, what's the matter?

No. Help me
out of here quickly.

Superman, please tell us
what's wrong.

[SIGHS]

I-- I don't know,
Jimmy. I--

Oh, I have to
get away from here.

Excuse me.

I guess it had to
happen sometime.

Superman's losing his powers.

Unless I'm mistaken, Jim,
there's only one explanation.

Come on.

Is he all right,
Miss Lane?

That all depends,
professor.

Have you ever heard of
kryptonite?

Kryptonite?
No, I don't believe so.

That's it, Miss Lane,
kryptonite.

It's the only thing
that could weaken Superman.

It's almost killed him
a couple of times.

I-I don't
understand.

Well, it's a special element
from the planet Krypton.

That's where
Superman comes from.

And there must be
some of it here in this room.

Miss Lane...

did you notice that
it happened to Superman

when he came near
Mr. McTavish?

[LOIS SNAPS]

You're right, Jim.

Now, think carefully,
professor.

What did you put inside
Mr. McTavish?

Why, just about
a little of everything,

Miss Lane.

What about
those meteors?

Did you use anything
like that?

Come to think
of it, I did.

A tiny piece of meteor
I found years ago.

It gave off such
a strange reaction

on my Geiger
counter,

I thought I'd try it in
McTavish's power unit.

That must be it.
It must be kryptonite.

Well, whatever
it is,

it gave McTavish an
extraordinary strength.

So I left
it in.

Now, promise me you'll keep
McTavish in the house.

We'll get Clark Kent
to contact Superman

and see what
he has to say.

Why, of course,
Miss Lane.

I wouldn't dream
of hurting anyone.

Good. Come on, Jim.
Let's go.

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Well, that's it,
Duke.

You mean, it's all set?

I mean, it's as far as
I can go with it.

The balloon is
zeroed in electronically

on Kent's office
in the Planet building.

Okay. Hook it on the balloon,
let it go up the skylight.

Oh, now, wait
a minute, Duke.

This chassis has
to go into the housing.

MAN:
Duke! Duke--!

Shut up a minute, will you?
Shut up!

In the housing,
once this goes in,

these points make contact
through a mercury switch.

Theoretically, it goes off
10 minutes later.

What's theoretics got
to do with it?

It means,

this is an entirely new
experimental job.

Once those points
make contact,

anything
could happen.

In other words,
it might go off immediately?

I'm afraid so.

This is a fine time
to tell me that.

Well, take it
or leave it!

You wanted something
big enough

to demolish
a building,

and this is it,
if it works.

But somebody's got to
put it together.

Oh, no, no, no.
Don't look at me. Uh--

This is just great.

What do we do?

Let the bomb put
itself together?

Boss. I got it.
I got the answer.

I know just the guy
to do it. Mr. McTavish.

McTavish? Who's he?

You know
the place I live?

Mrs. Taylor's
boarding house?

Yeah. Sure, sure,
I know.

Well...tonight
she seen something.

First she calls
the police,

then she calls
the Planet,

then she sends me
out for a look.

That's how I happen
to be peeking through

the window when
Superman shows up.

Superman!
Superman?

That's what I said.

Now, you know
something funny?

When Superman gets near
the professor's robot,

he practically passes out
on the floor.

Now, let's take it slow.
Right from the beginning.

Well-- The professor
got lonely, see?

So he made
hisself a robot.

Uh-- You won't
believe this, Duke,

but that robot can do anything
a human being can do.

Now, wait
a minute, Lois.

You say when
Superman came in,

he acted
very strangely.

You should have seen him.
If he'd gotten closer,

I don't know what
would have happened.

We finally
figured it out.

He put kryptonite
in Mr. McTavish.

We thought you'd know
what to do.

We'll hold down
the office.

You'd better go meet
McTavish for yourself.

I'd like to, Lois--
I really would

--but I-I can't very well.

I'm still working on
this munition thing,

and, there's new thoughts
that have just come to me--

Well, that's
a fine thing.

After all Superman's
done for you,

and you won't even
try to protect him.

Now, wait a minute.

I don't want anything
to happen to Superman,

believe me, but this story's
important too, you know.

Clark, I think you're
afraid of something.

Mr. McTavish won't
hurt you, Mr. Kent.

I think you're both
imagining things.

Let's get back to work, huh?

Well, I'm not gonna let
Superman down, even if you are.

CLARK:
Where do you think
you're going?

Back to see the professor.

What good
will that do?

I don't know.

But somehow that kryptonite
has to be destroyed.

Ah, now, that's
a good idea, Lois.

A very good
idea indeed.

I'm sure Superman
would be very grateful.

And I have a good mind
to tell him how you've acted

about this whole
thing.

[PLAYER PIANO PLAYING]

Oh, dear, dear,
Miss Lane.

I do understand
your request,

but, uh, if I take out
the kryptonite,

I might kill him.

And if you don't, someday
it might kill Superman.

Yes, that's true.

Oh, dear, dear.

Uh, do you understand,
Mr. McTavish?

I'll try not to
hurt you,

but-- But maybe it won't
matter anyway.

Uh, but i-i-if something
goes wrong,

how can I explain,
Miss Lane?

He trusts me.

I know, professor.
I feel as bad as you do.

But people all over
the world

depend on Superman
for so many things.

Yes, I know they do, uh,

and I'm a selfish
old man.

Uh, but, uh--

Can I let him
finish the piece

before I, uh--
I operate?

Of course.

Here's the microphone, Duke.
Right on this table.

McTavish, don't
let them--

You can't just break in
here like this.

We already
did, lady.

This is the girl
from the Daily Planet, Duke.

[MUFFLED SCREAMING]

So this is
Mr. McTavish.

Take three steps
forward, McTavish.

See? See?

Oh, it's not
that amazing.

Any scientific genius
can build one.

Yeah. But nobody
ever made one

that Superman couldn't bust
even if he wanted to.

You know, boys...

I kind of hope
Superman tries to

interfere with
our little plan.

We could get rid of him and
the Daily Planet all at once.

The Planet.
Then you're the ones--

Yeah, we're
the ones.

McTavish, do something,
please.

Slade told me
how he works, lady.

Professor
can't talk.

Whoever has this microphone
is the boss.

Well, what are
we gonna do

with the professor
and Miss Lane?

Well, the professor,
we leave here.

So he tells
the police

about three men snatching
a robot named McTavish.

Who's gonna
believe that?

What about the girl?

Oh, she's
another story.

She could
back him up.

I'm afraid
you'll have to

come with us,
Miss Lane.

McTavish. Follow me.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Well, she should have
been back by now.

Who is it of whom
you're speaking, Mr.--?

Lois, of course.

Jeepers,
that's right.

I mean...

you do have a point
for conjecture.

Still, there's no sense
in worrying, I suppose.

If one needn't worry
about Superman,

I suppose one needn't worry
about Miss Lane.

Needn't one?

Uh.

Operator! Operator!

[RINGS]

Hello. It's Clark
Kent.

Oh. Oh, yes, he is.
Just a moment.

It's for you,
Jimmy.

Hello. Jim Olsen speaking.

Hi, Professor
Pepperwinkle.

Jeepers, that's
terrible.

You stay right there.
I-I'll do something.

You might like to know,
Mr. Kent,

that Miss Lane and
Mr. McTavish have been stolen.

Wh--? What are you
talking about?

No, no. Never you mind.
You're too busy.

I'll do something.
Now, just a minute.

No matter what
you may be thinking,

I haven't ignored
this thing.

In fact, I already arranged
to contact Superman myself.

Oh, jeepers,
I'll come with you.

Oh, no, you won't.

You're gonna stay right here,
and that's an order.

Stick by that phone
in case anybody calls.

Yes, sir.

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Boys, I hope McTavish
can last the night.

With him
in our organization,

there's nothing
we can't do.

Make a right turn

at the next intersection,
McTavish.

And what's more,

we don't even
have to

cut him in
on the profits.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Your dirty racket
isn't bad enough,

now you're turning
Mr. McTavish into a criminal.

[BOTH LAUGH]

Easy, professor. Easy.

Uh-- Superman.
Superman.

They-- They took Miss Lane
and Mr. McTavish.

I know. But where?

Did they say anything?
Anything you could remember?

It was all too confused.
Uh, nothing made any sense.

We've got to find them.

Whoever they are,
we've got to find them.

Well, they were masked.

I don't even know
what they look like.

Now, think, professor.
Think hard.

Anything they said,
anything they did.

Uh, I can't
remember anything.

Besides, if you get
too near McTavish again--

I know, I know.
He's loaded with kryptonite.

I-it could kill you.

Yeah, we'll worry about that
when the time comes.

Right now we have to
find Miss Lane.

I'm terribly worried
about her.

How can we find her?

Oh, dear, dear--

There's just
one possibility.

Yes, professor?

Uh, before I knew it
what it was,

it gave off a very peculiar
and odd sound

on my Geiger
counter.

That's worth a try.
You get that counter,

and I'll fly it all over
the city if I have to.

No, no. I'm afraid
that wouldn't work.

You'd be flying too fast
for it to register.

Oh, de--

Well, we-- We could
cruise around in my car.

Yeah, that might take days.
But let's hope it doesn't.

Uh, I'll-- I'll get
my Geiger counter.

Do that.
Mm-hm.

This remote
television camera

will show us everything
that's going on here.

Good. We can control
the whole operation

from my apartment
in town.

So just in case anything
happens...

What do you mean,
"happens"?

Well, we simply don't trust
that bomb, Miss Lane.

It's liable to go off
the minute it's assembled.

So that's why
you needed McTavish.

To assemble
a bomb.

What happens if it doesn't
go off when he gets it together?

We hope it won't.

We have other plans
for that bomb.

We can always come back
for you if we have to.

You and McTavish.

And no matter
what happens,

you're watching history
in the making, Miss Lane.

Walk over to that desk
and stay there.

Goodbye,
Miss Lane.

[SIGHS]

I almost hope it does
go off here, McTavish.

I don't stand a chance anyway.

And with you in their power,
nothing can stop them.

I'm afraid it's
hopeless, Superman.

We haven't gotten
any kind of reaction.

We'll just have to keep
driving till we do.

Oh, it's all
my fault.

I-I never should have
built McTavish.

Now, professor,
everyone needs a friend.

You're no different.

[BUZZES]

Listen.

That's it.
That's it.

Must be around
here somewhere.

No, not
necessarily.

It simply means McTavish
has passed this way.

W-we'll have to follow it
like a radio beam.

All right, McTavish.
We're ready.

First, pick up
the chassis, McTavish.

We're getting
closer, Superman.

Closer isn't good enough.
We have to be there.

Now, McTavish...

walk toward the balloon.

Now, McTavish,

put the chassis down
by the square box.

That's the maximum
reaction, Superman.

McTavish is
very close.

Look, professor.

That warehouse
right over there.

It's the only building
around here.

That must be it.
Thank you, professor.

But, Superman,
the kryptonite!

Now, McTavish,
open up the bomb housing.

Now, McTavish,

pick up the chassis.

LOIS:
Superman!

Miss Lane.

How did
he get there?

Look, this is
perfect.

Look, he's weakening
already.

Superman,
get back.

It might explode
any second.

I have to
g-get you loose.

Superman,
no!

[LAUGHS]

Go ahead, Superman,
rescue the fair lady.

[ALL LAUGH]

McTavish, quick,

put the chassis
in the box.

Close the box,
McTavish.

Connect the box
to the balloon

and let it go up
through the skylight.

There goes the end
of the Planet, Miss Lane,

and the end of Superman.

McTavish, walk
toward Superman.

No, McTavish.
It's me.

Uh-- Uh, move away,
move away.

I didn't
count on him.

McTavish, walk
toward Superman.

No! Listen
to me.

Move away.
Away.

Toward him, McTavish.
Toward him.

Uh, back, McTavish!
Back!

Forward, you junk pile.
Forward.

No, no, McTavish,
uh, back.

You must listen
to me.

To me. Forward.

Back, back,
back!

Back. Back, McTavish,
back!

You'll be all right now,
Superman.

[GROANS]

Thank goodness
it's not too late.

Isn't it, Miss Lane?

What about
the Planet building?

We're guiding the bomb
to it right now.

Jeepers. What won't
these advertising people

think of next?

What a crazy publicity stunt.

Give me that, Jimmy!

Jeepers. Now I know
I'm dreaming!

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How will we know
when it happens?

Uh, you'll
know, gentlemen.

I assure you,
you'll know.

The bomb!

Get it-- Get it out of here!
It'll go off any second!

I'll get rid of it

just as soon as I have your
written and signed confessions.

Uh, yes, sir,
Superman.

Give me that.

H-h-h-how did you
find us?

I just followed your radio
beam right back here.

See? I told you that modern junk
would get us into trouble.

Give me that.

There, now, Superman.

will you--? Will you take it out
of here now, please?

Of course.
Oh, one more thing:

Um, you boys won't
leave here, will you?

We'll wait right here
until you come to fetch us.

But get that
out of here. Please!

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[ALL LAUGH]

Oh, my, my, my.

How I wish I could
have seen their faces.

But what if the bomb
had gone off, Clark?

Oh, I daresay,
Superman

could have
smothered it, Lois,

but he thought they
deserved a good scare.

I'm sorry
I was

angry at you,
Mr. Kent.

Jeepers, if you hadn't
contacted Superman--

Oh, forget it,
Jimmy.

Everything turned out
all right.

Yes, everything
came out all right.

Even the kryptonite
out of Mr. McTavish.

Uh, he's not strong anymore.
He's just an ordinary robot.

But he's still kind
and gentle, and my friend.

Well...

Jeepers. And what
a cook.

You see, Clark,
you have

no reason to
fear Mr. McTavish.

Oh, I'm sure
you're right, Lois.

After all, it was Superman
who was in danger.

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