All language subtitles for 071 - Aos

The Adventures of Superman.

That took on 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.

They didn't have any Swiss, so I brought
you American and milk. Is that okay?

That's fine, Jimmy. Thank you very much.

Golly, Mr. Kent, you've been working
about 26 hours a day between the office

and home.

Pretty important work.

Yeah, but you know the old saying, all
work and no play.

Well, in this case, all my work may stop
some pretty foul play, Jimmy.

If there's no sense in your staying here
all night, why don't you go on home and

go to bed?

Well, but...

You mind if I finish this first? No, no.
Go right ahead. Take your time.

Well?

Did you get it?

No, we didn't. We went through Kent's
office with a fine-tooth comb. Nothing.

Sure you went through everything?

Everything but one cabinet.

That was made out of case-hardened steel
and had a pick-proof lock.

You idiots.

That's the one you should have opened.

You're supposed to be experts.

The night guard practically fell over
us. We're lucky we're not in jail right

now. So you panicked and ran without
finishing the job.

Get this straight, Gridley.

This reporter Kent's got the goods on
you, not us.

If you want that marked money and those
affidavits that bad, you get them.

I knew I couldn't depend on you.

Okay, okay, get them yourself.

I will.

In my own way.

I told you to get rid of her.

I got no secrets from Maisie. I have.

Wait for me someplace.

Are you crazy?

That's Jimmy Olsen, Kent's reporter
friend.

There's one way to take care of a
snooper.

Why don't you teach your mugs better
manners, Gridley?

Boss, this Olsen. Perfect double, isn't
he, Pruitt?

Look, here's a picture of Olsen.

Same height, same weight.

Even his eyes and hair are the same
color.

He'll do, kid.

Boys, this is Kid Collins from out of
town. I think we can use him. I don't

know what you're getting at, boss, but
it don't make sense to me. I still think

he's that reporter.

A reporter?

Listen, Shum, the only school I ever
went to was the Federal Pen at Folston

last year.

Folston?

Okay, Mr. Olsen, you asked for it. I
spent time there myself.

Who's the contact man for the Midwest
mob?

Marty Fargo.

Embezzlement, 20 years.

Who hands out steam room assignments and
the laundry?

Assistant Guard Gorman.

And his brother's in charge of solitary.

This is on the level, then? It's on the
level.

A dead ringer.

A little surprise package for Kent,
Olsen, and the rest of his friends.

Can I help you?

The guy at the information desk told me
I'd find you.

He was wrong, then.

Usually you'd find me in the city room.
Mr. Kent lets me use his office when

he's out.

Are you trying to confuse me?

Well, I know.

I was just trying to give you the facts.
You see, I'm usually in the city room.

Skip it.

You're Olsen, aren't you?

Yeah. Somebody say I wasn't.

What are you doing tonight, kid?

I'm going to the theater.

You see, I got an in with the drama
critic, and he gave me these passes.

What'd you do that for?

You won't be needing them. You're coming
with me.

Who says so?

This says so.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

I'll be right behind you, and I can
shoot this thing without even making a

hole in my pocket.

How can you do that? Because I already
got a hold of my pocket from the last

time I used it. Come on.

Like finding a twin brother, eh,
Collins?

Yeah.

It's too bad he's such a chump.

I'm not the chump. I'm smart enough to
stay on the right side of the law.

Shut up.

Sure.

You're a chump.

Look at those crummy clothes.

I wouldn't be caught dead in them.

But you'll be caught.

Easy, Collins.

I don't like yappers.

Twenty bucks.

Hey, that's my wallet.

It's got my press card and
identification and everything in it.

Yeah.

I'm going to need them.

For identification.

You got a lot of studying to do,
Collins.

These are pictures of all of Olsen's
pals on the newspaper.

Perry White, Lois Wayne, Clark Kent.

What a bunch of creeps. Good, solid
citizens.

There's every bit of information Olsen
should have about all of them.

But no matter what you do, you can't be
me.

That's a break, kid. A real break.

Now come on, let's start swapping
clothes.

Hi, Lois.

In a hurry, Mr. Kent?

For your information, Miss Lane, Mr.
White has just put my nose to the

grindstone.

Happy typing. Thank you.

Hi, Jimmy. What's on your little mind?

Why, James Olsen.

Sports.

Hey, uh, hey, have there been any
scratchers in the third race at

Brookgreen?

Never saw him try that before.

You better call first aid and have him
warm up a stretcher.

You're so right.

Yeah? All right, thanks. Hey, uh, you
ought to grab a piece of that number

three horse yourself.

Hello, James.

Me? You.

How do you feel?

Oh, I'm fine.

Why? Oh, I just thought I'd ask.

Enjoying your cigar?

Yeah, it's a good event away, shouldn't
I?

That's a good question.

I'll see you later.

Oh, Clark.

Yes, there's a big forest fire just
outside of town, out in the Northridge

area. Seems to be getting out of
control.

Dozens of homes are being threatened.

Go out there and cover it. And when you
get the story, phone it in here to

Olsen. Rewrites have all they can
handle. Yes, sir.

Olsen, I'm giving you a break.

I hope you can handle this assignment.

I got a gun in each hand, Chief.

I'll mow it down.

Take your feet off that desk.

Watch it, Dad.

What did you say, Olsen?

I, uh, nothing, nothing.

You, uh, you just watch for that nifty
spiel I'm gonna write you.

Yeah, awesome speaking.

Kent, shoot.

All right, Jimmy, here's your forest
fire story.

Luckily, Superman showed up.

Yeah.

What happened?

He flew through the flames at such speed
that he literally blew them out.

Smart. That's a pretty good guy.

Fortunately, there was no loss of life.

But a great deal of valuable forest land
is gone forever, due as usual to

someone's carelessness.

Hey, you sound like an editorial.

You better make it read that way, too.

Don't forget that most forest fires are
caused by people.

People? I thought it was matches.

Very funny.

Matches, too.

Well, you better get in that story.

Hey, Ken, before I forget about it, I
hear a couple of hoods trying to

heisting that evidence in your office.

Is it safe?

Jimmy, will you stop trying to talk like
some kind of an underworld character?

And stop worrying about that evidence,
too.

Some of it's locked in my files, and the
rest of it's home.

At home, huh?

Smart.

Thank you very much. Now you better hit
that typewriter. You have a deadline to

meet, remember?

All right, Olsen, what is it? You said
you wanted to see this forest fire

story.

Well, in all my experience... Olsen,
what's gotten into you?

Of all the ridiculous... A forest fire
tried to muscle into Metropolis today.

It was hotter than the hot seat at Sing
Sing.

Along came Superman just in time, like
the FBI.

Any crumb but Superman would have blew
his top, but Superman blowed out the

fire. It was duck soup for him.

What kind of journalism is that, Olsen?
If you don't like it, White, it's your

tough luck. And get this through your
head, I don't need your crummy job in

the first place, see?

Olsen, firing you would be much too
simple.

You deserve a more serious punishment,
and you're going to get it in spades.

Now out!

Get out!

Thanks.

Great Caesar's ghost.

Jimmy, what in the world are you up to?

Um, Mr. Kent said he had some passes for
me, and I thought they might be in here.

Well, you'll just have to wait until he
gives them to you. Outside, James.

Yeah. Did you see the boss? He said he
was looking for you.

Nice try, Jimmy. The passes will still
have to wait.

Okay. But I'll be back for what I want,
honey.

Why, hello, Mr. Olsen. Isn't Mr. Kent at
home?

No, I guess he isn't. Oh, well, you'd
probably prefer waiting for him inside.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, Collins, any luck?

The jackpot, almost.

I got the affidavits, and I'm going back
for the marked money.

Hey, um, by the way, what kind of a
bonus do I get if I tell you who

Superman is?

Superman's identity?

You name it.

Tell me.

Later.

Right now, in a half hour, meet me in
the alley across from the planet

building. We'll be there, and the money
I give you, kid, won't be marked.

Well, gentlemen, looks like we're off
the hook.

And this chump's right on it. Let's go.

Sorry, son, but when we get back, we'll
have to take care of you permanently.

Leave the lights on. Looks more
legitimate, like we're working late.

Yeah, we are.

Kid! Kid! Oh, honey!

I never heard of such a...

How dare that, Gridley?

What happened, kid?

Look, miss.

Miss?

I mean, Mr.

Gridley tied me up. But why?

On timing, I'll explain.

You see, baby, I had the goods on them.

Baby? Oh, honey, you never called me
that before.

Please, I can't breathe.

They tried to double-cross me.

Nobody's going to treat my husband like
that.

Let's get out of this town, kid.

Oh, sure, sure, but first, Gridley owes
me some money, and I'm going to collect

from him, so you wait right here.

My clothes. If you're chilly, your top
coat's down in the car, right in front

of the building.

Swell.

Sorry to have kept you so late, Lois,
but somebody had to write that story

Olsen messed up.

That's all right, Chief. Glad to do it.

Well, you'd better knock off now and get
some rest. Right. See you in the

morning. Good night.

Jimmy Olsen.

Haven't you caused enough trouble today?

Why don't you mind your own business?

Why, Jimmy, you never talked to me like
that before.

And since you brought the subject up,
that's why I'm here so late, finishing

up your business, the rewrite on the
fire story.

You missed a good one, Jim. Front page.
And I got the banner.

You got the what?

The banner.

Well, that's the first thing you learned
in the... Why, of course.

Your freshness.

The cigars.

The way you wrote that article.

And now, not knowing what a banner
headline is.

You look incredibly like him. But you're
not Jimmy Olsen at all.

Don't move, sister.

Okay, I'm not your crummy little friend.

But I am a guy who gets what he wants
and I don't play games. And what I

want's in that file.

So sit down and shut up.

And I thought you'd prefer Mr.

Olsen's waiting for you in here.

I hope I didn't do the wrong thing.

Oh, no, Mrs. Cooper, and thank you very
much.

What could Jimmy have been looking for?

Hello, Planet. This is Kent.

Get me the night watchman in the lobby,
will you please?

Hello, Harry. Kent.

Did Jimmy Olsen come in?

Well, you see, he's there right now.

Okay, Harry. Thanks a lot.

It's a tough steal.

But what's in here will pay me plenty.

There's the real payoff.

What is it? I told you I'm a guy that
gets things.

It's a little item I picked up in Kent's
apartment.

Should I say Superman's joint.

You mean that Clark Kent?

It figures.

Looks like Superman keeps a spare
around.

Anyway, what I want's in here.

Then I skip town.

Get back, sister.

I warn you, one more move.

Somebody must have the key to this file.

No one but Mr. Canton, the chief.

And you just gave the old geezer the
story.

Come on, sister.

Let's go see him.

Say, how long are we going to wait for
this carrot there?

Until he gets here.

There he is.

He comes.

Over here comes.

Well, kid, keep your shirts on. Just
wait here.

All right, all right, but tell me, who
is Superman?

That's a good question.

No.

Better play it his way.

He's a pretty tough hombre.

Whoever you are, and I still find it
hard to believe you're not Olsen gone

crazy, I refuse to comply with your
request for the key to the file.

In plain English, that means no, huh?
Exactly.

Look, Dad, you got more than yourself to
worry about.

You're responsible for her, too.

You wouldn't dare.

You got exactly one minute.

What was that?

I didn't hear anything.

It was the elevator.

Somebody's heading this way.

Don't move.

Chief! Miss Lane!

Jimmy, look out!

Seeing we were interrupted, I'll be
big-hearted.

You've still got one minute to get the
key to that filing cabinet.

Five seconds, Dad.

Smart. Now do one more smart thing and
nothing will happen to you.

Give me ten minutes start before you
call the cops.

Deal? Don't make any deals with him,
Chief.

It's a deal, Collins.

Ten minutes.

Why did you let him get away with it?

You saw what he did to Olsen.

I couldn't take a chance on his harming
you.

But aren't you going to call the police?

Not for ten minutes.

I gave my word.

Here he comes now.

Where's your top coat? I got the marked
money and I got the affidavits. What do

I care about a top coat? Yeah, but Olsen
showed up and I had to clobber him.

You mean the guy we saw here a few
minutes ago was Olsen, not you?

That's about right.

We're all as hot now as a fireman's hat.

We better get out of town fast.

Okay, back to my office and clean out
the safe.

Is he all right? He's coming around.
Some horrible character who looks

exactly like him practically knocked
Jimmy's head off.

Looks exactly like him?

Well, that explains a great deal.

Like what, for example?

Oh, nothing important, sir. Oh, whoever
it was left that.

He said he found it in Clark Camp's
apartment.

Gridley.

Gridley.

That's it.

Miss Lane, will you please call the
police? Tell them to go to Gridley's

office in the Barkley building. Right.

That suitcase from the next room.

What's the matter, boss?

The combination won't work.

Are you sure you dialed it right?

Dialed it right with $800,000 cash in
there? You think I'd forget the

combination? The cops are probably
closing in on us right now.

Well, I'll have to try again.

That won't be necessary, Gridley.

What's that?

Where'd it come from?

Superman!

Stop shooting! Those bullets are
bouncing all over!

Well,

for once, you all did a fine job.

We got a clean scoop on the Gridley
case.

and put some pretty dangerous characters
behind bars.

With a little assist from Superman.

You still have a question to answer, Mr.
Kent, about this costume Collins found

in your apartment.

Oh, that.

Chief, you remember that story you
wanted me to write for the Sunday

magazine section?

No. What story?

Oh, Chief, you remember. It's all about
Superman. His likes, his dislikes, his

day-to-day existence, and all that sort
of thing. Yes, yes, of course I

remember. And I must say you've taken
plenty of time with it.

It's been a week since I gave you that
assignment.

Yes, Chief, and I'm sorry about it, but
I've got all the pictures now.

As a matter of fact, I've even got a
description of Superman's costume. So,

uh, don't you think we ought to give it
back?

Lois?

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in the amazing adventures of Superman.

Superman is based on the original
character appearing in Superman

magazine.