All language subtitles for 046 - Aos

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings at a single
bound.

Look, up in the sky. It's a bird. It's a
plane. It's Superman.

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.

And now, another exciting episode in The
Adventures of Superman.

It all began about a year ago.

Metropolis murmured with the usual hum
of activity as the wheels of industry

turned, breathing life into the city.

Shortly before noon at the city airport,
the Silver Star was taking off on its

regular run to span the country.

The plane had already passed the city's
outskirts and was gaining altitude when

it happened.

Minutes later, the phone rang in editor
Perry White's office of the Daily

Planet. An obviously disguised voice
asked that a notice be published in the

next edition demanding $100,000 from the
city.

or the crane steamship lines would be
next on the list of the wrecker.

White realized that whatever destroyed
the Silver Star was no accident but

sabotage. There was only one thing to
do, warn the steamship authorities.

All company vessels operating in the
metropolis coastal waters were alerted

to search for concealed explosives, time
bombs, or any other suspicious devices.

Every passenger and crewman boarding or
disembarking was to be carefully

watched.

Then on the morning of the 17th, the
liner SS Colossus steamed out of port

under close guard.

The ship had just cleared the breakwater
when it came, swift, sudden, and without

warning.

The wrecker had carried out his threat.

In all Metropolis, only Perry White had
had any contact with him, knowing the

mysterious saboteur only as a telephone
voice, the voice of a ruthless killer

who he and Inspector Henderson feared
might strike again at any moment.

And once more came that strange, clipped
voice, warning that the Transcontinental

Limited, now ten minutes out of
Metropolis, would never arrive.

The morning paper screamed a lurid
account of the smash-up, but could shed

no light on the wrecker's identity or
how he had caused the crash.

Public apprehension was mounting like a
tidal wave, as demands and pleas poured

in on the authorities.

It was then that Inspector Henderson
arranged a private meeting in Perry

White's office.

Now, you gentlemen control the three
major transportation systems operating

within this area.

I brought you here because we need your
help. Are you suggesting that we submit

to this wrecker's demands?

Hardly. You don't starve a blackmailer
by feeding him. And you don't run a

railroad by permitting its destruction.

Or a steamship line.

It seems to me we're up against an enemy
capable of striking out of nowhere.

We haven't much choice except to buy him
off.

Then I say pay him whatever sum he
demands.

Do you realize you'd be playing directly
into the hands of this criminal?

Well, I don't want to be a hero. I'm a
practical man.

But that wouldn't stop the sabotage.
What will?

A united defense.

Now, we don't know how the wrecker
accomplishes his purpose, but we do know

that he's operating somewhere from
within the metropolis area.

By joining forces, we stand the best
chance of closing in on him. Well, if we

only had some clue to his identity.

He's as anonymous as a shadow.

Just a mysterious voice on the
telephone.

What about that voice, Perry?

Was there anything about it that might
give us the slightest lead?

Not the voice, no. But ever since I got
that first call, I've been trying to

identify a strange sound behind it.

What kind of a sound?

Well, like a repeated thump.

followed by the clang of a bell.

Church bell?

Traffic bell?

No, it was different somehow. It was
more like the ring of a blacksmith's

anvil. Well, that might be anything.

Have you tried to trace those calls?

Mr. Kent here did.

Without much luck, I'm afraid, whoever
it is that's making these calls must be

using a portable telephone, tapped into
an existing line.

We'll get nowhere in that direction.

Yes?

Yes, he's here. The switchboard operator
has a call for you, Mr. Crane.

Mr. Crane, this might not be just an
ordinary call, you know.

Kent's right.

Clark, you listen in on the extension.

Hello?

Crane speaking.

Holding secret meetings at the Planet
office won't help you, Crane.

Who is this?

I'll do the talking and you'll listen.

I wanted to remind you that the SS
Rector, one of your prized luxury

liners, is scheduled to sail from Pier
19 at 2 o'clock this afternoon.

Unless you agree to pay $100,000 as I
instruct, the wrecker will destroy that

ship at exactly 145.

What is your answer?

My answer is no.

Very well, Mr. Crane.

Just remember...

145.

Did you hear it? That strange background
noise?

Yes. What did it sound like to you?

Offhand, it sounded vaguely familiar,
but I can't identify it.

Then you should have let me agree to pay
the demand while I have the chance.

If the wrecker destroys that vessel,
I'll hold you personally responsible.

That gives us three hours. We can
concentrate every police officer and

plainclothesman the city can spare in
and around the pier.

I suppose I should be grateful, but
we're not dealing with any ordinary

criminal. And he wouldn't be dealing
with any ordinary opponent if Superman

could be there.

That's an idea.

Between Superman and an army of guards,
the record wouldn't stand a chance.

You think you could contact him before
deadline?

We could try.

The early morning edition of The Planet
is about to go to press.

Perhaps a page one notice would alert
him.

If Superman shows up at that pier, I'd
like to be there, Chief.

So would I.

Chief?

Don't call me chief!

Mr. White, could I talk to you for a
minute?

Come in and close the door. There's a
draft.

You know, I've been thinking.

You've been thinking?

Well, now, there is a twist.

I've been thinking about the wrecker.

What do you know about the wrecker? You
weren't even in here.

Well, somebody must have left the key on
one of your intercoms down, and I was in

Mr. Kemp's office, so I just happened
to... So someone left one of the keys in

my intercom down, eh?

Couldn't have been you, of course.

I guess it could have.

But anyway, I got it all figured out who
the wrecker is.

You have?

Who? Well, it could be anybody.

I blame myself.

I hired you.

Hundreds of boys, bright boys, applied
for the job, and I chose you.

And you won't be sorry either, Chief.
I'm sorry already.

You won't be sorry if I figure out who
the wrecker is.

All right, Mr. Olsen, what is your
theory? Who is the wrecker?

Well, it could be Mr. Kilgore, or Mr.

Crane, or Mr. Morgan, or even you.

Yes, yes, I guess you're right.

Yeah.

I called myself on the telephone and
asked myself if I could speak to Mr.

Crane. Oh, golly, Chief, I don't really
think you're the wrecker. I just... Get

out of here!

Get out of here! Cover a story! Go to
lunch!

Go anywhere, but get out of here.

Thanks, Chief. Thanks for what? For
telling me to cover the story.

Great Caesar's ghost.

In spite of all those guards at the
pier, Clark, I'm worried.

We don't know who we're looking for.
We've never seen the wrecker.

Perhaps we have, Lois. What do you mean
by that?

Well, that meeting in the chief's office
was held in strictest confidence.

Yet whoever called Crane knew all about
it.

Then somebody at that meeting tipped off
the wrecker.

Unless somebody at that meeting was the
wrecker.

Miss Lane?

Mr. Kent, the chief said for me to go
along to the pier with you.

All right, Jimmy, get in.

As soon as we could, Inspector.

Is Superman here yet? I haven't seen
him.

Maybe he hasn't read the notice in the
planet.

It's 145. Sure she'd show.

I wouldn't worry about it, Miss Lane.

I don't think the record will risk
trying anything with armed guards

covering every inch of this dock area.

Inspector, if you don't mind, I'd like
to scroll down the pier and take a look

at that last-minute loading.

Sure, go ahead.

Thank you.

Afraid you're not going to get your
story today, Miss Lane.

One minute before deadline.

And still no sign of Superman. Never
mind. We've got the situation under

control.

145 exactly.

I don't see anything or even hear
anything.

Of course not. We've stopped the record
cold.

There's Superman!

Well, the danger's past. What's he here
for?

This innocent-appearing little toy isn't
as harmless as it looks.

It's equipped with a high-explosive
warhead and a radio-controlled unit that

will guide it to its target.

How did you get hold of it?

Superman brought it here and left it in
my care.

If he hadn't intercepted that in midair,
it would have destroyed the steamship

Rector. So that's how the wrecker caused
those disasters.

The trick is to find who's been causing
them.

There's obviously a man who's very
familiar with guided missiles and

aerodynamics.

Well, I'll take this little plaything
down to the crime lab.

Maybe they can trace it down.

Yes?

Hold on.

It's the wrecker. He wants you,
Inspector.

Now look here, whoever you are. I'm
warning you.

On the contrary, I'm warning you.

Superman's powers cost me a victory.

But he has one weakness.

Even Superman can only be in one place
at a time.

I'll defeat him merely by destroying a
dozen targets simultaneously.

You wouldn't dare.

Must I prove it?

Or are you ready to meet my terms?

All right, I guess you win.

What's the rest of it?

I want $100,000 in small bills wrapped
in an unmarked parcel.

At 8 o'clock tonight, place the package
on the tree stump you'll find in the

city park.

50 feet east of the bridle path just
north of the lake.

Is that clear?

I understand.

Now we've got him. I don't see how.

That park is hemmed in by city streets.

I'll post hidden spotters at every
entrance and in the shrubs surrounding

the tree stumps. And they'll be waiting
to close in on the wrecker the minute he

tries to escape with a package.

Exactly. I wonder who will show up to
claim that money.

It's eight o'clock.

Yeah, the trap is baited. All the
wrecker has to do is to walk into it.

Shh, quiet, everybody. Get out of sight.

This might be it.

Good evening.

Oh.

Clark Kent, so it's only you.

What are you trying to do, Kent? Scare
us out of ten years' growth.

I know, Inspector. I was just checking
with the guards. They have nothing

suspicious to report.

I'm giving the wrecker an hour, so
relax, everybody.

He may be in for a long wait.

Well,

we've waited long enough.

The wrecker isn't going to show up.

Maybe the cordon of police we staked out
scared him off.

Well, there's nothing left to do but go
over and get the package. Come on. All

right.

Well, this is interesting.

Cheaper as the money's gone.

It was lying there just a moment ago in
plain sight. I saw it myself.

Well, you just told me that this whole
area was surrounded with a cordon of

police. How could anybody have gotten in
and taken that package?

Then what became of it?

Well, I think I know the answer to that,
Lois.

This stump is hollow.

Uh-huh. There's a trapdoor in the top.

So all the wrecker had to do was to lift
up from beneath, grab the package, and

disappear.

If only Superman had been here, his
X-ray vision could have seen him.

I'm afraid not, Lois.

You see, this stump is lined with the
one thing that Superman can't see

through. Sheet lead.

But where does the hole lead to?

I can tell you that. I should have
remembered it.

This shaft connects with an abandoned
water main.

The passage runs under this section of
the city for a mile in either direction.

Well, then all the wrecker had to do was
to run along the passage and escape

through any one of the manholes.

Along with 100,000 beautiful dollars.

Well, he's welcome to it. All he got for
his trouble was a nice bulky package

containing strips of blank paper.

Well, tough luck, Inspector.

Come on, kids.

Now, come on, let's go.

Daily Planet exclusively covers capture
of Wrecker at City Park.

What a lovely headline that would have
made for the morning edition.

And what a lovely headache it turned
into. We have a chance to capture the

Wrecker and we let him slip through our
fingers.

Don't worry, Lois. We'll hear from the
Wrecker again. He'll give us another

clue. What other clue? All we've got to
go on are those strange noises we heard

each time he telephoned.

Maybe we'll find out what those strange
noises are.

we doing here, Clark?

Oh, I think we've been working a little
too hard. How about a little relaxation?

Gee, I think that's a wonderful idea,
Mr. Kent.

It's getting late, Clark, and I'm in no
mood for revelry.

We might pick up another clue about the
wrecker.

Here at a carnival? Here at a carnival.

It brings you mirth, it brings you
merriment, it brings you muscles.

Ring the bell and win the Superman Medal
of Merit. If you can prove it, take a

chance. If you can't, try it anyway.

Now, here's a jet who's going to make
like Superman. So watch him, folks.

Now, Miss Buddy, try it again.

That's my boy.

Congratulations, bud. You just won the
Superman Award.

Now, is there anyone else who'd like to
be Superman?

How about you, Jim? Show them how good
you are.

Oh, no, not me. I'm no Superman.

What about Mr. Kent? He's bigger than I
am.

If he's Superman, I'm Queen of the May.

Don't let that bother you, bud. Maybe
you're not exactly the Superman type,

but take a crack at it anyway.

All right.

Brother,

now I've seen everything.

Golly, Mr. Kent, you... You wrecked the
whole thing?

I'm very sorry. I'll be more than happy
to pay you any damages you want.

I don't want any pay. I just want to
know how you did it.

Well, I guess sometimes I don't know my
own strength. Come on, Lois.

Well, I hope you've had enough fun for
the evening.

Fun is just about to start.

Tell me, do those noises back at that
concession remind you of anything?

Should they remind me of anything?

All I heard was the thudding noise from
the mallet.

And the clanging of the bell. And that
doesn't make you think of anything?

The telephone warnings.

The thudding noise and the bell clang
are the identical background sounds we

couldn't quite place.

That's what I was hoping you'd say.

The wrecker must have his headquarters
at a carnival.

I think so, Jimmy. And it must be
somewhere near where a phone wire can

cut into an extension line.

Anyway, you cover that area of the
grounds. I'll cover this and I'll meet

you back here, okay? Right.

End of the line, not a clue in sight.

Maybe Mr. Kemp found something.

Jimmy, look.

Jimmy, this wire is tied onto the
telephone pole.

Let's have a look inside.

You're wasting your time.

There's nothing in that package but
blank paper.

Who are you and how'd you get in here?

We saw where you hid the key.

We looked for you in the park, but then
you did your traveling underground.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Don't give us that.

There's the package you got away with.

There's a tapped phone wire outside
leading in here.

These model airplanes speak for
themselves.

You're the wrecker, all right.

Who's that?

One way to find out?

Answer it, Jim.

Watch what you're saying.

Who is it?

You know very well who it is, Hatch.

Did you get that package?

Yes. Then hold on to it. I'll be there
shortly.

Who was it? You got me, Miss Lane.

But we're soon going to have company.

Good. The more the merrier.

Take that wire and tie up this
character.

We'll let Clark in on the finale.

Where have you two been? I've been
worried sick about you. Well, it took us

a little longer than we expected to
capture the wrecker. To what?

We got him hog-tied in a shack just
outside the carnival grounds.

No. You left him alone?

Well, come on. He might get away.

Well, that's exactly what I was afraid
of. Someone got to him after you left.

He killed the wrecker.

Now, wait a minute, Lois. If this man
was the wrecker, then who killed him?

I got the reports on Emil Hatch from the
police file, Chief.

He's got a criminal record as long as a
coast-to-coast train ticket. Well, that

doesn't prove he was the wrecker.

Maybe this will convince you.

He was last employed by the government
as consultant on guided missiles and

aerodynamics before suddenly
disappearing with a fistful of top

drawer secrets.

Well, that seems to ruin Clark Kent's
theory.

I don't see Mr.

Kent hanging around to defend his
theories.

He went down to that shack early this
morning to search for clues. He hasn't

returned yet.

Here we are, Mr. White. Right on time.

Time for what?

Well, didn't Superman tell you?

He asked me to bring these gentlemen
here this morning without fail,

promising to produce the record no later
than noon.

Gentlemen, I intend to keep my word.

Did you bring the record with you?

No, Inspector Henderson, I didn't. You
did, however.

He's present in this room.

Are you accusing one of us?

This is ridiculous.

What about Hatch, the criminal that was
found last night in that shack near the

carnival? Hatch was a wanted man.

The wrecker knew this and threatened
exposure unless Hatch followed orders.

So in exchange for freedom and the
promise of power, Hatch was forced to

construct these miniature robot planes
and give the warnings on the telephones.

But Hatch made the mistake of letting
himself be captured.

So he had to be killed in order to
protect someone's identity.

Whose identity?

Which one is it?

Inspector, meet the wrecker. You're
crazy. You've got nothing against me.

You gave yourself away, Mr. Crane, when
that harmless miniature plane came at

you. Only a man who knew the danger of
those miniature guided missiles would

have tried to escape and you ran true to
form.

But this means Crane was sabotaging his
own steamships. That's right, Inspector,

for the insurance money.

But he had to attack the other two main
transportation systems in order to

divert suspicion from himself.

And any extortion money he might have
collected would have been an added

windfall.

Come along, Wrecker. This time you
missed the boat.

Thank you, Superman.

My pleasure.

What I don't understand is how this
gadget flew in here all by itself.

It didn't, Mr. White.

Jim Olsen directed it from the rooftop
across the street there.

He used a remote control unit that Kent
found in Hatch's hideaway.

Well, you better call him back here,
Lois. After all, we've got a paper to

get out.

And where's Clark Kent?

He ought to know better than to stay
away this long.

Well, I think he's around somewhere,
sir.