All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 04x04 - Peril by Sea

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: 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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Jim, I don't think
you ought to be sitting

in Mr. White's chair
with your feet on the desk.

He wouldn't like it.

But Mr. White isn't here.
He's miles away.

Well, I don't think
Mr. Kent would like it either.

But Mr. Kent isn't here.
[DOOR OPENS]

He is now.

And he doesn't like it.

You mean,
don't like it?

No, because while you're
sitting there, I can't.

Now, excuse me,
old boy.

[CLARK & LOIS CHUCKLE]

I thought maybe
you had given up

being temporary editor
of the Planet.

Oh, no, no, just getting
a new ribbon for my typewriter.

Hey, Mr. Kent, we got
the story on those bank robbers

Superman just captured
10 minutes ago.

That's fast work.

Hey, speaking
of fast work,

you should have been there
to see Superman.

Uh, yes, Lois,
I'm sorry I missed it.

By the way, I want you to play
down the Superman angle

in this story, will you?

Yes, sir...
Chief.

Oh, incidentally,
isn't it about time we found out

what happened
to the real chief?

Yeah, he's been gone
about two months now.

That's a long time
not to be yelled at.

Well, now that you've brought it
up, I have a surprise for you.

We're all going to pay him
a visit him this afternoon.

Honestly?
Where?

At the cottage.

You mean,
that little house

he built right
at the edge of the ocean?

That's right. We ought
to leave here about 1:00.

This is gonna be
interesting.

You can't tell me there isn't
something mysterious going on.

Well, you'll see, Lois.
You'll see.

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You find
what you're lookin' for?

Stop all engines.
Hold her steady.

Take a look.

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So, what's to see?
A house on the seashore.

But I'd give a lot to know
what's going on in that house.

Huh?

Well, let's face it.

This submarine
has made us

a lot of dough
in smuggling,

but lately
we're not doing so good.

We need a new gimmick.
Something big.

Big, huh?
How about we smuggle whales?

Full speed ahead.

Make for the secret anchorage
and break out the rubber boats.

We're going ashore
as soon as it's dark.

Why don't we go
ashore here,

and take a gander
at the joint?

Because that joint is guarded
better than Fort Knox.

They've even got the Coast Guard
protecting it from the sea.

But somehow we gotta
find out what gives.

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Uh, this is Lois Lane.
This is Jim Olsen.

We all work
for the same paper.

All right,
that's Kent, Lane, Olsen.

Right.

Okay, folks, Mr. White's
expecting you.
Thank you.

I still
can't believe it.

Mr. White, a real,
honest-to-goodness scientist.

Let's just say
a dabbler in science.

What's in there?

You'll find out
in a minute, Lois.

Jeepers,
a scintillator.

A Geiger counter, Olsen.
Be accurate.

First rule
of the newspaper game:

If a story is accurate, you can
never lose by printing it.

Yes, sir,
I'll remember that, sir.

Now...

[CLICKING]

Jeepers...
uranium.

A special variety
of uranium called U-183.

Be accurate, Olsen, first rule
of the newspaper game.

Yes, sir, U-183.
Yeah.

Now,
there's not enough in here

to cause any damage
from a short exposure.

Will somebody
please explain this to me?

Come on over
and sit down, Lois.

The chief's gonna tell you
all about it.

Well, Jim, it looks like
we've been working

for a genius
all these years.

Yeah,
and I used to think--

You used to think what,
Olsen?

Well, n-nothing.
Nothing, sir, I--

I just used to think--

Obviously,
you don't anymore.

Please, chief,
what's this all about?

Well, actually,
it's all very simple.

For many years,
I've made a hobby

of studying
ancient scientific documents.

This is a copy
of one of them.

This was written
a thousand years ago

by a chemist
named Archemenio.

It's Greek to me.

Now you're being accurate.
It is Greek.

That particular copy
tells how to extract U-183

from ordinary seawater.

You mean, this Archemenio
discovered that

a thousand years ago?

Yes, and at that time,

U-183 was considered
a worthless white metal.

Now it's the most valuable metal
in the world.

It can be, particularly in
the field of medical research.

Now, up to now,
I've been able to extract

only one millionth
of a gram.

But if the experiment succeeds,

the supply of U-183
will be unlimited.

And as soon as the government
found out about it,

they made it
top secret.

Yes, I'm guarded night and day
by land and sea.

And all I want to do
is to get back to my office,

where people barge in
without knocking,

interrupt me
when I'm working,

and bother me
so I could scream.

Golly, chief,
then you do like my work.

Don't call me chief.
But that did feel real good.

Yes, sir,
I'm glad.

And I-- I want you to know I'm
proud to be working for a man

that's doing so much
for humanity.

That's enough of that,
Olsen.

But the whole world
should know about this.

Publicity
is the last thing I want.

You're just
being modest, sir.

Oh, no,
he's not, Jimmy.

Well, I think we ought
to be getting back.

We have a newspaper
to put out.
Yeah.

Bye, chief.
Goodbye.

Bye.

Oh, chief, let me know if
there's anything you need, huh?

Right.

[SIGHS]

If only something would happen

to end this experiment.

Nice visit?

Yes, I guess
Mr. White was glad

to have a little company
for a change.

Oh, yes,
indeed.

The poor man's done thing
but work, work, work.

It's pretty important
work though.

I'm sure it is.

Seven weeks and I haven't seen
Mr. White once.

I don't even know
what he looks like.

He looks like a man who'd like
to get back to his regular job.

I'm afraid the chief
isn't the scientific type.

He runs out
of patience.

That's because
he's busy thinking.

He's a pretty
terrific guy.

Why, Jimmy, I didn't know
you were such a fan.

Well, I am.

I'm only sorry I cause him
trouble sometime.

But maybe
I can make it up

if I do something
real nice for him.

What did you have
in mind?

I don't know.

Well, back to work.
[CHUCKLES]

Bye, folks.

See ya.
Bye.

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Sure feels good to get outta
that sardine can, huh?

Hm?

I just said,
it sure feels good--

Wait.

Wait a minute.

Well, this is too good
to be true.
What's that?

Listen.

"Planet Editor
Turned Scientist

Discovers Age-old Secret."

Byline, "James Olsen."

Now listen to this.

"One of history's greatest
experiments is taking place

"in a little cottage which juts
out into the ocean

at Paradise Sound."

You mean--?

Nah, it couldn't be.

"Here, in this peaceful setting,

"guarded by land and sea,

"Perry White
has discovered the secret

"of extracting
the uranium element U-183

"from ordinary seawater.

"This afternoon,
three Planet reporters,

"Clark Kent, Lois Lane
and this writer,

paid a visit to Mr. White--"

Uranium from the ocean.

Hey, that's better than making
gold outta lead, huh?

Barney, this is it.

With our smuggling connections
all over the world,

that formula could make us
a king's ransom.

There's only one catch.

First, we gotta get
the formula.

We'll get it.

How?

I'm not sure yet,

except about these three jokers
from the Planet.

They've got access
to the cottage.

Access?
I thought it was uranium.

I mean,
they got a way in.

Ah.
Is that good for us?

I'm gonna figure a way
to make it good.

How could you
do it, Jimmy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kent--
Chief-- Sir.

You know everything has to clear
through the editor.

I was just trying to follow
the chief's advice.

He said if a story's accurate,
you can't lose by printing it.

Well, this one's accurate,
all right.

About the only thing you didn't
print was the actual formula.

Good thing it was in Greek,
or I would have.

With all those
security measures...

And you practically spell it out
in black and white.

Right now I feel like jumping
out that window

and drinking a bottle of poison
on the way down.

Well, I'm afraid
it's going to be

a little worse
than that, Jimmy.

You mean, I have
to shoot myself too?

No,

but I'm afraid you're going
to show Mr. White

that article in person.

Oh, please, Mr. Kent, I'll
do anything, but...not that.

Well, I'm sorry, Jimmy.
I'm not doing this to be mean.

But, sometimes,
a good reporter

has to learn his
responsibilities the hard way.

The hard way
I don't mind,

but the impossible...

Oh, Lois,

your assignment
is to drive him

down to the cottage
right away.

Hate to do it,
Jim,

but Clark's
the boss.

I'm afraid
he's right.

Come on.

Oh, uh, Lois...

just a minute.

Let's see,
it's about 10:00 now.

That gives you plenty of time
to be back here by 3 sharp.

We've got a lot
of work to do, remember?

Heh-heh,
don't I know it.

I promise you, Clark,
back by 3.

Good.
Let's go.

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Um, I don't suppose
there's much chance

of us running out of gas,
is there Miss Lane?

Nope, tank's full.

A blowout, maybe?

Puncture-proof tires.

A breakdown then.

The, uh... The piston rod breaks
through the crankshaft,

and knocks the flywheel
into the distributor cap.

Sorry, Jim,
it's a brand-new car.

Oh, something's
just gotta happen.

It's gotta.

Anything to oblige,
kid.

[GASPS]
Who--? Who are you?

It doesn't matter,
Miss Lane.

Where can we take you, fellas?
You-- You just name it.

We wanna go to that little
cottage at Paradise Sound.

Oh, it's not fair.

Everybody's against me.

I think I've seen you
somewhere before.

Didn't we run a story on you
about five years ago?

No, the picture
didn't do me justice.

Right now you just keep
heading for the little cottage.

I won't do it.

That's the spirit,
Miss Lane.

Miss Lane,
take a look, huh?

Now I remember you.
Ace Miller.

You beat a federal
smuggling charge.

Sure, but I'm getting outta the
smuggling racket, Miss Lane...

after one more job.
This one.

You're not going to steal
Mr. White's secret formula?

That's right, thanks
to that article you wrote.

Miss Lane,
I wish you weren't here.

At this point I'd gladly
sacrifice myself.

We all make mistakes,
Jim.

Yeah, but let's not
make any now.

It wouldn't be
healthy.

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Good grief, Kent, how did this
ever get in the newspaper?

Oh, hello, Bill. I had a hunch
you might be dropping by.

Well, it seems
our Mr. Olsen embarked

on a truth-in-journalism
kick.

As a matter of fact,
Bill,

he handed it in to the copy desk
before I could give it my okay.

Well,
I trust you fired him?

Well, I did something
a little worse than that,

as a matter of fact.

I sent him down
to see Mr. White

and apologize in person.

Well, maybe you can tell me
how how I can apologize

to the county supervisors.

Huh? What do they got
to do with it?

Mr. White's cottage
is on county land.

That makes my office at least
partially responsible

for security measures
there.

Oh, no, everything
happens to you.

Everything happens to me.

Now I've got to drive all
the way down there

and check on everything
from A to Z.

Well, there's one
bright spot.

Yes, if you hurry, you can
get there before they leave

and have a few quiet words
with our Mr. Olsen.

Yes.
Yes.

Yes, I would appreciate
an opportunity

to chew out
our Jimmy Olsen.

See you later.
Okay, Bill.

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Oh, that's all right. I remember
you, Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen.

Oh, I see
you've brought friends.

Well, officer, uh...
That's all right, Miss Lane.

I know you wouldn't bring in
anyone that didn't belong.

We do research
at the Polytech Foundation.

We're going to help
Mr. White with his formula.

Oh, okay, you're clear.
Go right on through, Miss Lane.

Thanks,
thanks a lot.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Lois, Olsen,
I didn't expect you.

Us either, huh, pop?

Mr. White,
I can explain.

I-- On second thought,
I'd rather I didn't.

Well, this
is preposterous.

What are these--?
These two apes doing here?

Watch your language, Mr. White.
We're sensitive.

Put your hands down.

They hid in the car,
chief.

We had to bring them.

That's right.
They had to bring us.

Look the place over,
Barney.

Yeah.

Well, what did you come back
here for in the first place?

The answer couldn't
possibly help

the situation now,
chief-- Sir.

In fact,
nothing could.

Where's the formula,
Mr. White?

You'll get that formula
over my dead body.

[GUN COCKS]
If that's how it's gotta be.

Olsen, I have a strange feeling
you're at the bottom of this.

He was just trying
to please you, chief,

and it backfired.

"Exploded" is a better word,
Miss Lane.

Find anything,
Barney?

This must be it,
Ace.

No, no, that's just
some Greek literature

I've been translating.

Since when
is the Greek alphabet

made up of numbers?
Yeah.

Well,
I guess you win.

Okay, as long as you have
the formula,

you might as well have
the sample that goes with it.

But, chief--

Lois, whoever ends up
with the formula

should have everything
that goes with it.

All we can do is hope

that they'll use it
for humanitarian purposes.

Now, that's the kind
of an attitude I appreciate.

Well, come on, you two,
help me to carry it out.

Carry it out?
But it was just on the--

Olsen, haven't you learned
to obey orders yet?

Yes, sir.

Get in here.

As soon as we get the sample,
we'll get rid of them.

[CLICKS]

Open up,
or we'll blast our way in.

Go ahead and try.
It's impossible.

That bolt on the inside
probably saved our lives.

Yes, I didn't want anyone
coming in here

while I was working.

All right,
we can play the same game.

Get the torch.

You're thinking of burning
the joint down,

don't forget
we're in it, huh?

It ain't gonna work, Ace.
They know who you are.

Like you said, we gotta
get rid of them.

And not only that,

we gotta make sure nobody even
knows the formula is gone.

Meaning we gotta get rid
of them and this shack, huh?

Exactly.
Well, that's impossible,

without gettin' rid
of ourselves, huh?

ACE:
You just leave
the brain work up to me.

Now, go on, light it.

Hey, you in there.

We're welding you in.

Hey, you inside,

make the most
of the next hour.

That's all you got,
till about quarter after 3.

You're bluffing!

Figure it out for yourself,
Miss Lane.

I got nothing
to gain by bluffing.

All right,
let's go.

They must have figured out some
way to blow up the whole place.

Without themselves being
anywhere near

when it happens.

I'm sure they had
no explosives with them.

Then, theoretically,
they can't do anything.

Well, let's quit
fooling ourselves.

They've figured out
something.

We've got
until 3:15.

You may as well read
this now, Mr. White.

Then spend the next hour
bawling me out.

At least we'll
feel at home.

Leaving already?

Where're Miss Lane
and Mr. Olsen?

Uh, they're-- They're--

Oh, they're staying with
Mr. White for supper, officer.

We'll come back for them later.

Imagine Mr. White
could use some company.

Yes,
you should see them,

gabbing away like they only had
an hour to live.

Just be sure
you pick them up before 9.

Everyone has to be off
by then.

Oh, they'll be off,
all right, officer.

I guarantee it.
Okay.

Goodbye.
Bye, now.

Now where to, huh?

Back to the little rubber boat
and the submarine.

Ah, I think
I see what you mean.

[SIGHS]

Harriet,
it's almost 3.

Lois and Jim promised
to be back.

Are you sure they didn't
phone in while I was out?

Oh.

All right,
thanks.

Operator,
this is a special call

through the Civil Security
Commission switchboard.

Extension 518.

Right.
Thank you.

[RINGING]

CSC 518.

This is Clark Kent
of the Daily Planet.

Hello,
Mr. Kent.

Hello,
Inspector Henderson.

Did I understand you say hello
to Inspector Henderson?

Yes, he's right here
with me now.

Oh, uh, tell me,
how long ago

did Miss Lane and, uh,
Mr. Olsen leave there?

Well, they didn't leave yet,
Mr. Kent.

What?
Well, that's impossible. It's--

It's after 3 now.

They're staying with
Mr. White for supper.

Supper?
When did they tell you that?

Well, they didn't exactly
tell me, their friends did.

Friends?

I don't know anything
about any friends.

You know, the two fellas
from the Polytech Institute.

Oh. Well, can you put me right
through to the house, please?

Well, sure.

Well, funny thing,
they don't answer.

Somebody has to be there,
though.

It's all right. Let me talk
to Inspector Henderson at once.

He wants you.

Yes, Clark?

I don't know what's
going on down there,

but I'm not happy about it.

Would you go to the cottage
and check

and call me right back?

I'm on my way.

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[KNOCKING]

Hello there,
Mr. White?

Listen!
That's Inspector Henderson.

We're in here, Henderson,
in here!

Get out, you'll be
blown up with us.

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Wait a minute,
I'll throw the bolt.

It's no use.
They welded it shut.

Get out, Henderson!
You can't help us.

Golly, it's after 3
already.

I can't get it open.

We know that.
Get out.

Save yourself.

Inspector, you haven't
got much time.

We'll be blown up
any second.

That's impossible.

Nobody could get near enough.

They've got a way.

Somehow they figured
how to do it.

I'll be glad
when this is over.

Ready...

Fire!

Something went wrong.

The torpedo exploded too soon.

What happened?

Surface, come into port,
and give yourselves up.

Don't try anything funny,
I'll be watching you.

No! It's Superman!

Superman?

What do we do now?

Ask no questions.

Surface and head for port,
like the man says.

He could crush this sub like
an eggshell with his bare hands.

Engine room, engine room,
surface and head for port.

[BUZZING]

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I thought
it might be you.

Oh, well--

That's about as close a call
as you've ever had.

Jeepers, Superman,
we heard the explosion.

What happened?

You'll get
the full story later, Jim.

Just be sure you
print it accurately.

Don't ever say that,
Superman.

I never want him
to be accurate again.

Say, chief,
what about the formula?

Well, I've gone as far as I can
with that, Lois.

From here on, it's up to
the Civil Security Commission.

I don't suppose there's any way
to thank you, Superman?

As a matter of fact there is,
Miss Lane.

By getting back
to your office at once.

After all, poor Clark Kent
can't get that paper out

by himself, you know.

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