All language subtitles for 075 - Aos

The Adventures of Superman.

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.

Thousand lovely dollars. Unique. Easy to
handle stacks.

Twenties, tens, fives, ones.

Ones?

You can't expect a man to be bothered
with ones.

I gotta move this furniture.

Can't have the man bumping into things.

Might hurt his self.

Hello, Superman.

You don't seem very surprised to see me.

Well, being a wrongdoer, I figured
sooner or later you got to catch me.

What's got to be has got to be. Well,
now, that's very philosophic.

And may I say you left a very easy trail
to follow, one very obvious.

Well, I'm just a little guy. I ain't
very smart.

I see. Oh, the money's over there. Thank
you.

There's less than $13,000 there.

Thank you.

I happen to know there's over half a
million missing in that armored car

holdup.

Well, like I told you, I'm just a little
guy. They give me a little split.

Meanwhile, you led me on a wild goose
chase while your friends ran off with

the majority of the loot.

Where are your friends, Bates? No
comment.

Well, in that case, we'll have to run
down to headquarters and have a little

talk with Inspector Henderson.

Maybe you can find something to discuss
with him.

You... You gonna fly?

Naturally.

Well, uh... Oh, my car's out back. I'll
drive down to headquarters and meet you

there. Mm-mm. No? No.

You mean, I'm gonna fly with you? That's
right.

I knew there'd be things about this job
I wouldn't like.

Your bag?

This way.

Bates was a bit shaken up by the flight
to my office with Superman.

Not enough to make him talk, evidently.
He's obviously being well paid to keep

his mouth shut.

What about the money Superman found with
him? The money wasn't from the payroll

job. Oh, fine.

That means you can only hold him a few
days.

He won't be in jail long enough to lose
a suntan.

They knew a job as big as this would
ring in Superman, so they paid Bates off

to act as decoy. What you have to do is
find out who they are and who this Mr.

Big is.

Yeah, that'll take a lot of luck.

Bill, how'd you like to stretch your
luck a bit?

What's your idea?

Well, isn't Bates due to be transferred
to the county jail today?

Yeah.

Why don't you take him yourself?

Oh, so you think there'll be an attempt
at a break?

Well, there could just be.

Come on, I'll explain it to you on the
way down to headquarters.

Okay, babe, moving day.

Yeah?

I understand the apartments in the
county are superior to this.

Yeah, central heating, a view of the
river, overstuffed furniture.

You'll enjoy it. I'm sure I will.

Whoa.

Cigarette?

Yeah, thanks.

I never use them myself, but I always
carry a pack for the commissioner.

For a cop, you ain't a bad guy.

Never turn your back on a guy like me,
Inspector.

I ain't to be trusted.

Special edition will hit the streets in
about a half hour, Bill.

Yeah, I can hardly wait.

After what the police commissioner said,
nothing could be worse.

If these things can pick up a heartbeat
loud enough to hear, they can certainly

pick up a voice through a door.

I feel sort of sneaky, but you know, I
like it.

Jimmy, you're positively brilliant.

Well, it runs in the family, and
sometimes I catch up with it.

Well, he fell for the chance like a ton
of bricks. Nearly broke my neck.

Well, the important thing is that Bates
is loose now. Let's just hope he leads

us to Mr. Bates. Yeah, I have three men
tailing him. Unofficially, of course.

It's a chance, Bill. It's a long chance,
but it's still a chance of sorts.

Oh, sure.

You know, I must be crazy.

If the commissioner ever learned that I
let Bates escape on purpose, he'd boil

me in oil.

I could be disgraced, ruined, even go to
jail myself.

I just can't believe it. A deliberate
escape.

If this thing blows up in their faces...

But it will if somebody doesn't find
this Mr. Big.

And there's no reason why it shouldn't
be us. Come on.

Well, I'd better get back to
headquarters.

The men who are trailing bait should be
reporting in pretty soon.

Good hunting.

There. Give me 20 points. Double.

Gablotnik? What kind of word is that?

It's a very good word. Used frequently
in South Pago Pago.

Yeah, what does it mean?

What do you think it means? It means
Kiplotnik.

Well, we ain't playing in South Pago
Pago.

Sure wish we was.

I'm sick of this bomb shelter.

And what are we doing in the bomb
shelter anyway?

Who's going to bomb us?

Nobody, stupid. I rented this joint from
a rich dame because it's a perfect

hideout. And the walls are lined with
lead for protection against atomic

radiation. Don't talk like that.

It ain't atomic radiation I'm thinking
about. It's Superman.

And the lead lining makes it impossible
for him to see us.

Oh, great.

Superman can't see us. So here we sit
with a half a million bucks hibernating

like a couple of bears.

Sure, but the cops got the city sealed
off. The airports, the railroads,

roadblocks on all the highways.

But as long as we sit tight here till
the heat's off, we're okay.

Yeah, well, when does the heat get
turned off?

As soon as I figure out a way to get a
certain evidence file from our pal

Inspector Henderson.

Don't call that cop a pal. It gives me
the creeps.

That file could send us up for life if
he ever gets his hands on us. And if we

had it, we could blow this trap
tomorrow.

Yeah, if we had it.

There. Give me 30 points.

Kademiwag?

Where'd you find that?

North Pago Pago.

Oh, some bum shelter.

Telephones and everything.

Yeah?

Who do you want?

Hello, Arnold? This is Bates.

Bates, you stupid idiot, I told you
never to call... Listen, I'm calling

from Central Avenue. I escaped.

You fool, I paid you to get arrested,
not to escape.

Gee, that's right, I forgot.

My instincts just got the best of me.

Well, you go back and give yourself up.

Okay. Okay, Arnold, if that's what you
want.

Uh, no, wait a minute, wait a minute.
Listen, Bates.

I want you to turn around real quick and
look outside the booth.

Oh, I see what you mean. I'm being
followed.

Exactly, but don't worry about it. Look,
get yourself a room someplace and let me

know, huh? Just make sure you keep on
acting like you're on the lam.

You'll be all right.

You're the boss, Arnold. I'll let you
know.

You look like a canary what just
swallowed a cat.

Inspector Henderson set a trap to catch
me. Instead, he walked right into it

himself. How do you figure? It's
perfect.

That evidence file is practically in our
hands.

You ain't slipped a marble, have you,
boss?

No, I ain't slipped a marble. Look,
Eddie, get me 20 grand out of the back

room. We're blackmailing Inspector
Anderson, and he don't even know it.

Come in.

I'm the one they sent up from
downstairs.

Oh, for pains of my laryngitis.

You said you had information on the
Benton robbery job.

Sure I have.

In fact, I can point out one of the
characters who was in on it. You can?

Who?

Me.

Forget it, Buster.

Better think first.

I guess you already read the newspaper.

The headline says, uh, Payroll Thug
Escapes Police Inspector.

Pretty good story, too.

The police commissioner says every
effort will be taken to... All right,

get on with it. What do you want?

All we want is the Benton job evidence
file. Complete by midnight tonight.

Are you crazy?

What makes you think I'd give you that
file?

You let Bates escape, didn't you?

Of course not. Sure you did.

For a bribe of 20,000 bucks.

That's a lie.

Sure, but it's a lie we can prove.

The money's already been planted.

And we've got definite proof set up to
connect you with it.

I never took a bribe in my life.

No?

Look in your left-hand pocket.

Now look at the serial number.

It's from the payroll job, same as the
rest of the 20,000.

I wish I had evidence to arrest you, but
I haven't.

But I'll get you sooner or later.

Sure. But you wouldn't arrest me anyhow.

Because then I'd have to tell them about
the bribe and prove it.

You gotta admit, an old pro like you
letting a hoot escape don't smell too

good to begin with.

Get out of here.

Okay, okay.

But look at it from the humorous side.

There is something funny about a cop
being blackmailed. Get out of here.

Mind it, Bill.

Can't I?

I was half kidding before about going to
jail, but I'm not now.

It's going to happen.

Why do you say that?

Well, we started out to uncover the
identity of Mr. Big.

Now, if I knew who he was, I'd make it
my duty to arrest him.

But if I lay a finger on him, I'm ruined
for life.

Yeah.

Well, I got you into this. I only hope I
can get you out.

Even Superman couldn't help me now.

How'd it go? How'd it go?

Smooth as silk. After midnight, no more
worries. Real smooth, huh?

Yeah, you should have seen his
expression.

Just like I shoved this in his kisser.
Put that in the back room, you fool.

It's dangerous.

The first weapon ever invented to knock
out Superman.

Yeah, except we're not sure it's
perfected yet. Now put it away.

Okay, okay.

be needing any weapons before long.

Yeah, how about that, huh?

Oh, incidentally, that, uh, Clark Kent
didn't look too happy about it, neither.

Kent? Where was he?

He was calling on the inspector just as
I was leaving the premises.

Now, what's the matter? I don't like it,
that's all.

What if the inspector tells him about
the pitch we made? So what?

So what? So Kent tells Superman, and
maybe Superman tries to interfere when

we're making a pickup on that evidence
file.

I hate to say this, Arnold, but you got
a point. A very sharp point.

What can we do?

We gotta get a hold of Kent and keep him
locked up till we're in the clear.

Oh, Kent ain't the type to walk right
into our mitts, you know.

Our boy Bates is still on the lam,
right?

Yeah, sure.

But suppose... Just leave the brain work
to me, Eddie.

Clark might have come in while we were
downstairs.

He's probably still on Inspector
Henderson's waiting for Bates to make a

move. Yeah.

I guess so.

If they're concentrating on it from that
angle, we'd better figure out one

ourselves. If we only had something to
start with.

I wonder.

Somebody must have brought it in person.

Um, it reminds me. I need some ink in my
office.

You spilled it all over everywhere.

Clumsy of me, wasn't it?

Incidentally, are you sure Mr. Kent's
name was on this letter?

Well, the handwriting wasn't very
legible.

Maybe we should look to make sure?

It's our duty, Miss Lane.

Mr. Kent, I am ready to give myself up,
but only to you. Come alone to the shack

where Superman captured me. No tricks.

Signed, Bates.

Miss Lane, if he's willing to give
himself up to Mr. Kent, he must be ready

to talk.

And if he's ready to talk, it's our duty
to provide someone to listen, like us.

Let's get in the car.

I, uh, I only hope Superman's somewhere
close just in case.

Okay, what is it?

Are you Mr. Bates?

Who are you?

I'm Smith, and she's Jones, and this is
all a mistake. We're sorry we bothered

you. It sure is a mistake. Come on,
Buster, what's this all about?

Might as well tell him, Jimmy.

You sent for Mr. Kent, and he was busy,
so we came in his place.

We're reporters on the planet, too.

Only one thing wrong.

I ain't Bates.

Then this is a trap.

Now you're thinking, kid.

But no harm done. Three is better than
one any day.

Go on, sit down. Make yourself
comfortable while we wait for Kent to

come after you.

But, Mr. Kent... He isn't going to be
here for an hour.

We can wait.

Sit down.

Sit down.

My nerves is on edge, so don't try
nothing.

I'm a sick man.

Besides nerves, I got high lava tummy
pressure and sideways metabolism.

Sit down.

Sir, uh... Sir, if, uh... If you would
allow me to reach my hand in my pocket,

your health may be greatly improved.

Go ahead.

But don't forget I'm holding this gun on
you.

Hey, you ain't a doc, are you?

Well, sir, I can truthfully say I didn't
waste all those years at the Vienna

Medical Conservatory.

Hey, them Vienna guys got ailments I
never heard of over here.

Oh, sir, if you would give me the
chance, I'm sure I can find a new one

for you.

Go ahead, find something.

Something's wrong with my cranium, ain't
there? I knew it.

Yeah, you got a very bad case of
cerebellum.

Hey, that sounds important.

They got pills for that?

Be quiet while I listen to your lobar
pendulum.

Lobar pendulum?

Congratulations, doctor. The operation
was a success.

Thanks, Miss Lane. Now...

All we have to do is sew him up without
that.

As Bates' pal pointed out, it does have
its humorous side.

If Bates doesn't know he's being tailed
and should lead us to Mr.

Big... Well, that's the last thing we
want.

We don't want to find Mr. Big until
first we find that money. Just give him

a better hold on you.

Inspector Clark, we got one of them.

One of whom?

One of the gang. While you two were
loafing, Jimmy and I went into action.

He's tied up in that shack where
Superman got dates. And if he talks,

you're going to have your Mr. Big in an
hour.

I'm sorry, Bill.

Sorry? Sorry for what?

We got you both out of a jam.

Out of the frying pan, you mean. The
case is practically solved.

Isn't that what you wanted?

It's a long story, Jimmy.

Well, Bill?

I've got no choice, and you know it.

This is Henderson. Get my car and two
officers. I'll be right down.

I haven't even got that six hours
anymore.

You like to come along?

It's your story now.

Jeepers, thanks, Inspector.

I'm going to use Clark's office. My
typewriter hasn't been returned yet.

Stand by to fan the typewriter, Jim.

I want to get this story on paper while
it's hot.

And before Inspector Henderson gets back
to his office and gives it to Mr. Kent.

I think we've scooped Mr. Kent for once
on the arrest of Eddie Perkins.

Hello, Mark.

Hello, Bill.

I take it Eddie spilled the beans?

All over the commissioner's office.

Just about the end of the road for me,
Kent.

In a few minutes, I'll go downstairs and
get into a car with the commissioner, a

couple of good cops, and Eddie.

We'll drive to wherever he tells us,
find the evidence that I took a bribe.

Look at these, Kent.

I used to wear them when I was pounding
a beat on Delancey Street, when I used

to dream of becoming an inspector.

Now it's all over.

to get attached to things.

My club, badge, coffee pot, my desk,
police car.

I know, Bill.

I hope someday you can find it in your
heart to forgive me.

It was my decision, too.

Oh, put these in a box for me, will you,
Kent?

I've got to get going.

I'm under arrest right now.

Sure, Bill.

All right, at the next turn.

Why don't you just tell us where we're
going?

Oh, sure.

And you radio the car ahead, and they
pick up the loot before we get there.

Why would we do that?

To save the good name of the department.

It's a frame-up, and you know it.

Even the commissioner ain't gonna
believe that.

Then let's assume I took the bribe. How
do you know where I hid it?

One thing you never trust is a crooked
cop.

So when you was paid off, I trailed you.

Just in case you was figuring on
double-crossing us, which you did.

Oh, then you offered him the bribe.

And that's a crime in itself.

Prove it, Commish.

All I did was follow the guy.

You ain't got nothing against me that'll
stand up in court.

But you'll have an airtight case against
the inspector.

How about that, Bill?

It's not true, Commissioner.

But I admit it looks bad.

Want a club?

Badge?

Coffee pot?

Police car?

Police car?

Well, that could be it.

770. Must be the Central Depot.

Okay, pull over there.

Central Depot.

So that's it.

You hid it in a public locker. As if you
didn't know.

And when I tell the commissioner where
to find the locker key, we'll figure it

out. Eddie, whoever you're working for
is a pretty smart cookie.

Go ahead, Commish.

Use the master key you got from the
baggage room.

Lockfield's a little loud.

It's empty.

Hey, wait a minute.

There was a briefcase in here with
20,000 clams.

I put it in here myself.

Oh, you did, eh?

That's all I wanted to hear. I just want
the pleasure of arresting you again,

Eddie. That Arnold, that dirty
double-crossing rat.

He must have took a powder with that
half a million bucks and couldn't resist

stopping for a lousy 20 grand.

So that's Mr. Big, Arnold Woodman. Yeah,
that dirty rat.

I should have known after the way he
cheated at Scrabble. Never mind that.

Where is he? If I knew, I'd be glad to
tell you.

The only thing I know is we was hiding
in a bomb shelter in back of 85 Chestnut

Street. Well, it's worth a try.

Let's go.

Superman! I thought you might want
someone to talk to, Arnold.

You'd better come out, Arnold.

Come out, Arnold.

I've been waiting for a long time to try
this out on you, Superman.

It looks like you missed.

Shall we go?

Hey, David.

Hey, hurry up and open yours, Jim. We
got the raise.

Oh, am I going to celebrate tonight?

I'm going to go to two double features.

Well, that's funny. I didn't get any
raise.

Well, naturally.

We helped Superman round up the gang,
not you.

Oh, that's right, Lois.

I guess I wasn't much help, was I?

Don't miss the next real packed episode
in the amazing adventures of Superman.

Superman is based on the original
character appearing in Superman

magazine.