All language subtitles for 082 - Aos

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.

Quiet, please. Genius at work.

In what word, may I ask?

I was learning to type with my eyes
closed.

The quick brine fox jumbled the lazy
dig.

Oh, that's pretty good, Clark.

What language are you trying for?

The chief's lovely to come up with a few
new words himself if we don't get in

there. Oh, that's right. He wanted to
see us right away.

Oh, what about?

I don't know, but it's one of his
mysterious days.

Come on. I see.

Now, which one of you knows anything
about the secret cult of Zaharan?

Whatever it is, I didn't do it.

Modern education.

Don't they teach you anything but finger
painting?

But, Chief, the secret cult of Zaharan?

It's a new one on me, too, sir.

Well, for your information, it's an
ancient Near East culture.

That book covers it completely.

It says here the tribe goes back 10,000
years.

Even to this day, survivors of the race
believe firmly in their ancient

superstitions. But what's this got to do
with the Daily Planet, sir?

In exactly one hour, Abdou Ben Bey and
Ali Zing arrive in Metropolis, the last

stop on their world tour.

Rumor says that they belong to this
cult.

Oh, yes. I remember reading a dispatch
about them several months ago.

Seems nobody knows what they're up to.

Refuse to grant any sort of an
interview, and they wear enough jewels

to sink a battleship.

Exactly. And you want us to get the
interview?

Exactly. And if we don't?

Exactly. We'll do our best, sir.

Miss Lane, it might help if you'd wear
this.

What is it? I borrowed it from Professor
Walter's collection.

It's supposed to be an ancient Zaharan
relic.

If you wear it, it might attract their
attention, get them talking.

Jeepers, what if it has something to do
with all this superstition stuff?

Oh, come off it, Jim. We're in the 20th
century.

I know that.

But do Mr. Abdu and Mr. Zane?

You will have to think faster, my
friend.

Up to Nzing will be here shortly. Yes,
yes, I know. We followed them around the

world waiting for the chance and still
it hasn't come.

The jewels which they wear on their
turbans would make us rich men if we

could get them.

There's only one way. We must strike
boldly. But I am not a very bold man.

In fact, sometimes I wonder how I ever
became a thief.

Ah, but now is our chance to become
great thieves.

You have a plan? Yes.

Listen well.

We will be at the airport when they
arrive.

They will have their guards with them as
usual.

Their guards?

If we could only get rid of them.

But that is your job.

You'll create a disturbance.

Steal something.

Pick somebody's pocket, but make sure
the victim knows it.

That would ruin my professional
standing.

It is our only chance.

You will try to escape.

And the guards will chase me?

Yes. Then you will leave the rest to me.

I will take them boldly and quietly by
surprise.

And they will take me boldly and quietly
to jail. They will merely deport you. It

doesn't matter.

A stain on my character.

But, as you say, it is our only chance.

Come, we must hurry.

We're right on time. The flight's in.

Looks like somebody else is here to meet
them, too.

They don't look very friendly, do they?

I'd sure hate to meet them in a dark
bazaar.

They are a little sinister at that,
aren't they?

After all, Clark, you don't have to
stare at them.

Oh, I'm sorry, Lois, but I remember
reading about Abdu and Zing.

They're supposed to both be wearing a
fortune in jewels.

Stop worrying, Clark. Nothing's going to
happen here in broad daylight.

Well, I guess you're right, but I'll go
just check with the security officer

anyway. Might be interesting. Excuse me.

This had better get us an interview or
the chief will blow a fuse.

Here they come, Miss Lane.

Jimmy, the pendant! Don't! Steve, help!

After him!

Look at him, Miss Blanche.

The jewels, gentlemen. Quickly and
quietly.

No. No, they are sacred.

The jewels or I shoot.

We must do as he says.

Take care of him.

We have heard of you, even in our own
country. A thousand thanks be heaped

upon you. We are your humble servants.

If there is anything we can do.

Well, gentlemen, there's nothing you can
do for me.

But I have two young friends here from
the Daily Planet, and they'd be very

grateful indeed if you'd give them an
interview.

Of course, it is the least we can do.

Well, thank you very much.

Let's find a room. A place to talk?

Certainly. Oh, by the way, where's
Superman?

Oh, he must have left.

Is it true this is really nothing more
than a pleasure trip? I wish it were

more exciting, Miss Lane. For the sake
of your story.

What I want to know is, what about this
Zaharan business?

It is the tribe of our ancestors.

Hi. Hi, Clark.

Oh, this is Mr. Abdu and Mr. Zing. This
is Mr. Kent. Mr. Kent, gentlemen.

You're a little late, Clark.

Superman got the interview exclusively
for Jimmy and me.

Well, this isn't the first time you two
have scooped me.

What I don't understand, Mr. Kent, is
how did Superman happen to be here?

Well, Jimmy, I told you.

I read about the jewels in the paper,
and I assumed Superman did the same

thing and sort of came around to keep an
eye on things.

Well, that's fine. Now, goodbye, Mr.
Kent. Oh, not until I return your

pendant. They caught the thief.

Oh, thank you.

What's the matter? That scarab, it is
extraordinary.

Is that the one you were wedding?

Well, I was until the thief came along.

May we see it, please?

Why, certainly.

Oh, did I mention this is our story?

Yes, lots of our thoughts are here. We
can manage. Thank you.

Very well.

The chief was right. They sure seem
interested.

It is indeed very beautiful.

Yes, it is.

You have been most gracious, Miss Lane.

Tonight we leave for Beldad, the capital
of our country.

And from there we move on to supervise a
secret excavation. We'd be glad if you

came. And covered the story as our
guests.

A secret excavation?

Oh, golly, this is a chance I've always
dreamed of.

You will come with us?

Why, yes, of course.

Oh, that is if Mr.

Olsen can come too.

I'm sure our boss will be happy to let
us go.

Naturally, you will want photographs.

The plane leaves at 7.30.

We will meet you here. There's just one
small request.

That you wear the pendant.

I'd wear the Rock of Gibraltar for this.

7.30 then.

Aren't you excited, Tim? You bet I am.

Clark, you're just jealous because you
weren't invited.

Lois, I think you know better than that.

Now, what do we know about these two
characters after all?

And what about this secret excavation
business? What's that all about?

If we knew, it wouldn't be secret.

I don't see anything wrong with it,
Clark, and it could be a great feature.

Well, you're the boss, Chief, and I just
don't like it.

Jeepers, Mr. Kent, if there's any
trouble, don't forget, I'll be there.

You'll not only be there, the chances
are ten to one you will have started it.

Sometimes the faith you have in me is
frightening.

Well, you just remember to bring back
some good pictures.

You can count on me, Chief.

Sir? Then we can go?

Yes, yes, so we can have a little peace
and quiet around here for a week or two.

Now, listen to me, you two. I want you
to promise me something.

I want you to watch your step and not
take any chances.

For your peace of mind, Clark, I promise
we'll file a dispatch the minute we

arrive in Beldab. You do that. Okay.
Ready, Jim? Ready, Miss Lane.

Uh, Mr. Olsen.

Yes, sir.

If you intend to bring back some
pictures, it might be a good idea to

take your equipment with you.

Yes, sir.

Uh, thank you, sir.

Have a nice trip, sir. You're the one
who's going away!

I know.

You know, those two could drive you
crazy.

Oh, well, maybe they'll form the river
and get eaten by crocodiles or get lost

in the desert or something, but... But,
Clark, you don't really think there'll

be any trouble, do you?

Well, you can call the hunts, Chief, but
I really do.

Well, we can't do anything about it now.

They'll be in Beldad in 36 hours.

Uh, Chief, I, uh, haven't wanted to
mention this, but I've been feeling very

well lately, and I wonder if I could
have a few days off now from my

vacation, of course.

My boy, you and I are going to be very
busy all night and probably all day

tomorrow getting out that dummy for the
anniversary number.

There'll be plenty of time to talk about
vacations later on.

Yes, sir.

I had to think we'd almost given up.

Fate has indeed been kind to us.

But are you sure?

That they will come with us?

Yes. I see them now.

What of the boy?

He will be a problem, but no sacrifice.
He's too great.

Even his.

Ah, you have arrived.

Great adventure is about to begin.

I still can hardly believe it. You will
when you smell the incense.

What incense?

He speaks of the exciting air of the Far
East.

Yes, of course.

I wonder how we'll feel a couple of
weeks from now when we're back here

getting off the plane. I wouldn't worry
about that, Miss Lane.

Shall we go?

And over there is the Mosque of Muhammad
Ali.

Jeepers, it looks like they copied
everything right out of those pictures

in my old geography book.

Is it really as mysterious as they say,
Mr. Zing? I shall have to leave that to

your judgment, Miss Layton.

Hey, the sign says Beldad's that way.

We are not going to Beldad.

But our dispatch.

I told you we promised to send one as
soon as we got there.

We have instructed one of our messengers
to send a dispatch in your name.

But you can't do that.

We demand the opportunity to send our
own dispatch.

And when we demand something, we very
seldom get it.

This is ridiculous.

I don't know what you're doing, but
you'll never get away with it. We mean

you no harm. You must believe that.

It'd be easier to believe if you'd put
that gun away.

I hate to admit it, Jim, but it looks
like Clark was right.

I think we've done it again.

But golly, Miss Lane, what would they
want with us?

Unless the chief hired them to get rid
of us.

It is not for money we do this thing,
rather... For the sake of Zaharan.

Zaharan. I never did like the sound of
that word.

I bet this necklace has something to do
with it. That, Miss Lane, is the sacred

scarab of the Queen of Zaharan.

She can gladly have it back.

She already has, Miss Lane.

You mean, you think I'm... Exactly.

You are the Queen of Zaharan.

How do you do, Your Majesty?

This is no joking matter, Jim.

I will explain briefly.

Our queen's name was, excuse me, is
Nephrodias.

5,026 years ago, she fell into a deep
sleep in the tomb of Zaharan. She was

wearing that scarab, and it was
prophesied that she would awaken 5,000

years later and would be identified by
that scarab. Then she should have

awakened 26 years ago.

And that's exactly how old you are, Miss
Lane. The prophecy of Zaharan works in

strange ways.

A thousand years later, thieves broke
into the tomb and stole our queen.

That was the reason for our trip, to
find the woman wearing the sacred

scarab. Who is our queen.

But it can't be.

You've made an awful mistake.

Chippers, Miss Lane, you don't look a
day over 3,000 years old.

Someday, Miss Lane, Your Majesty will
thank us for bringing you home.

Chief, take a look at this dispatch from
Beldad.

Good trip. Stop.

Safe arrival. Stop.

Proceeding to destination. Stop.

End dispatch.

Stop. Olsen and Lane.

Well, now, do you believe everything's
all right? Just the opposite.

Take another look.

Lois and Jimmy didn't write that
dispatch.

You're a little groggy.

You haven't had enough sleep.

No, look. Look at this, where it says
end dispatch. You know they wouldn't

write like that.

You've got a point there, Kent.

They'd have used a newspaper term, 30.

Right, which means someone else sent it
for them.

Someone may have abducted them. I'll bet
that scarab had something to do with

this. Let's call the police. Put it in
their laps.

Now, wait a minute. I've got a few
angles I want to try myself.

No, you don't. You stay right here.

Now, you wait a minute, Chief.

Lois and Jimmy mean a lot more to me
than any anniversary edition.

Well, nothing left for me to do but to
fire myself.

There it is, Your Majesty.

Your home for who knows how many
thousands of years.

I hope you like it, Miss Lane. I'll drop
by to see you occasionally.

You will come too, Mr. Olsen.

Perhaps you were one of her slaves.

We shall soon find out.

We'd better do as they say, Jim.

Please, into the car.

You're both in enough trouble as it is.
But if you help me out, things may be a

little easier for you.

We know nothing.

Well, you know about the visitors from
Zaharan.

What were they really up to?

We know nothing.

Well, what about the scarab?

It's green.

Naturally, it's a beetle. It has a large
eye in the middle of its forehead.

The scarab of Nefrideus, our queen, has
returned.

Nefrideus, your queen? Who is she?

She has come back to rule from the tomb
of Zaharan.

The tomb of Zaharan? Where's that?

It is. Say no more.

Nothing must prevent the return of our
queen.

Now, look, you two.

This is just a lot of ancient
superstition.

There may be lies at stake.

We know nothing.

Jim! Jimmy, we've got to think of
something.

What I'm thinking now wouldn't be of any
help. Never fear, Your Highness.

No one will steal you from the tomb.

Right now, I welcome a burglar with open
arms.

We shall enter.

I still remember my manners, Lady Burke.

Does it look familiar, Your Majesty?

How could it? I'm not Your Majesty.

My editor just borrowed this silly thing
for the day.

But you were wearing it. That is enough.
It is fate.

Never fear. The incense will return your
former life and your memory. Then you

will be happy.

I'd be happier if I were back home
sitting down to dinner with my dear old

mother. That will pass.

Fortunately, you are not human like we
poor mortals. You can live without food,

without air.

Without food and air?

Of course.

Now you will be made ready.

I'm not your queen.

I'm not. I'm mine.

No, let me go.

Do either one of you speak English?

I'm not your queen. This is ridiculous.

If you think I'm going to put these on,
you're crazy.

And that's all I know. So I've come to
you. I must find this tomb of Zaharan.

I have heard of the tomb.

But I do not know where it is. Well,
can't you find out? There's no time to

lose.

I will try.

But we are a civilized people, Mr. Kent.

I frankly cannot believe all you have
told me. And I can't believe it either.

Hello? Give me the director of the
museum.

Jimmy. Miss Lane.

Mr. Abdo and Mr. Singh.

I know you don't mean to hurt us, and
this is for the good of your people and

your country, and I do want to help you,
but I'm not your queen.

You will be soon, Your Highness.

It's too late, Miss Lane.

You were destined for nobility.

That is the sacred incense.

You need only breathe it for a little
while.

And your former life and memory will be
restored.

And I promised my mother I wouldn't
smoke.

The only thing your incense is going to
do is smother us. Why, we won't last an

hour. You will last forever, good queen.
And now we poor mortals must leave

before we choke to death.

What are we going to do?

All we can do is hope they're right,
Miss Lane.

Yes. Yes, I thank you.

That was the director of the museum.

He told me where to locate the tomb.

Good. Can you show me?

It is here.

Now, can you get some police there in a
hurry?

This little adventure intrigues me.

I personally will fly there in a police
plane. Good. I'll meet you there. But

how will you get there? I've arranged my
own transportation.

Jimmy the Great.

Are you beginning to feel like a queen,
Miss Lane? Oh, no, I'm not, Jimmy.

I still feel like Lois Lane.

She feels awful.

It's no use, Miss Lane.

We've only got a few minutes left.

It's been nice working with you.

Same here, Jim.

Superman, it's good to see you. And it's
good to see you, too. How is the little

queen? Feeling better?

Please, don't ever say that word again.

Golly, Superman.

Hello, Jenny. You back with us?

We'll have you back in Metropolis in no
time.

Jeepers, it'll be good to see the
chief's scalling face again.

But, Superman, how did you know and how
did you find him? Well, it seems as

though Clark Kent did a little detective
work. Oh, you'll see him in Belldad. In

Belldad? Mm-hmm. He flew in with me.

Well, looks like you'll be riding back
with the police captain.

I'm sorry it's not as romantic as
Camelback. Thank you. I've had enough

Near East atmosphere for a long time.

Look, the tomb of Zaharan has been
opened.

Our queen must be gone.

Do not worry. The incense worked.

She became the queen again.

Only she could move such a stone.

And whatever she does now is for the
good of Zaharan.

The scarab.

A sure sign she will return one of these
centuries.

Yes. Our work is done.

Incredible, Kent. I don't believe it.

Now do you believe it?

Oh, no. What have I done to deserve
this?

Well, I think I look pretty snappy,
Chief, considering I'm 5,026 years old.

Sure good to see you again, Chief. Don't
call me Chief. Go get dressed, both of

you. Yes, sir.

Shalom, Chief.

Oh, go on. Get out. Get out.

Just out of curiosity, what is that that
Olsen left here?

Oh, I think it was very considerate of
him.

What is it?

Well, it's a copy of a bell-dead
newspaper.

Of course, it's in Arabic. Naturally,
you speak Arabic, don't you, Chief? Yes,

I speak Arabic.

Ibbidi-dibbidi-abbidi-magaloo.

Which means you get out of here, too.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

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amazing adventures of Superman.

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