All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 06x01 - The Last Knight

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 1: 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.

[���]

Ooh, that would make such
a beautiful engagement ring.

It sure doesn't look
like it'd be hard to steal,

does it, Miss Lane?
Well, it looks easy, Jim,

but all these display cases
are wired to an alarm system.

Miss Lane,
you just saved me

from a life of crime.
[LAUGHS]

Uh, I wanna get a shot

of that suit of armor
over there.
Oh.

Hey, I could use
one of those myself

when the chief
goes on a rampage.

Ugh. That's my last
bulb too.

[���]

Hey.

Look what I found
on the floor.

Why,
it's a cuff link.

Not the kind you buy
in stores, either.

I'll bet this one
was specially made.

Mm, probably.
Well, we'll leave it

at the lost and found
when we go out.

Hold it.

Now, a nice smile
for the Daily Planet.

Thank you,
kind sir.

That about does it, Miss Lane.
Well, let's go.

Oh, Jim,
it's really beautiful.

Sorry, folks,
closin' time.

Oh, we're all through.
Thank you.

[ALARM RINGING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Uh, Kent speaking.

What? Well, of course
Lane and Olsen work here.

Well, that's ridiculous.
It's impossible.

They couldn't
have stolen it.

[ANGRILY]
Of course.

I'll take care of it
right away.

[���]

But, inspector,
you have known us for years.

We wouldn't do a thing
like that.

Jeepers, no. We even talked
about how the display case

was wired
to the burglar alarm.

Mm-hm, so you were thinkin'
about how to steal it.

Well, no, we-- I mean,
Jimmy thought it would be easy--

Ah, see,
inspector,

she's practically
confessed.

I did nothing
of the sort.

I'm afraid you have
to come downtown.

SUPERMAN:
Not yet, inspector.

Are we glad
to see you.

I hate to do it,
Superman,

but all the evidence
seems to point--

Just what evidence is there,
inspector?

I'll tell you,
Superman.

These two were the last
in the room.

When I found
the jewel was missin',

I had them stopped
at the door.

We searched them and found this
in Mr. Olsen's film kit.

That's right,
Superman.

But I didn't
put it there.

I don't think.

It got there somehow,
Jimmy.

May I see that, sir?

Thank you.

GUARD:
You've ruined it.

No, no. It's just
a cheap paste imitation.

It's not
the real jewel.

But I don't
understand.

Somehow, we've started
something again.

If this doesn't
make sense so far,

it's just
the beginning.

I found this under the cushion.
The real jewel.

May I see that,
inspector?

Thank you.

Yes.
It's real, all right.

Oh, incidentally,
inspector,

this lets Miss Lane
and Jimmy out, doesn't it?

Miss Lane, let's get outta here
while we're ahead.

Oh,

I hate to bring
this up,

but you know that suit
of armor in the corner?

Yeah.
It isn't in the corner anymore.

GUARD: What?
JIMMY: Didn't take that, either.

I don't
understand.

Neither do I,
inspector.

[���]

[RINGS]

You did it, Sir Arthur,
you did it.

A perfect fit.

A work of art.

The very
earliest style.

It is rather dashing,
isn't it?

It's hardly
the word for it.

Wait till
we polish you up.

Such a daring exploit
deserves a reward.

I move that Sir Arthur
be named official king

of the Society
for the Preservation

of Knighthood
and Dragons.

BOTH:
Excellent.

BOTH: Excellent.
I'm deeply moved.

And deeply disturbed.

MAN:
Nothing went wrong,
did it, Sir Arthur?

Yes.

I had no trouble
with the jewel.

Our chauffeur,
uh, pardon me, our squire,

slipped the imitation jewel
into Mr. Olsen's kit

as they entered
the museum.

And as planned,

the supposed theft
created a diversion,

allowing me
to escape.

Oh, then
what disturbs you,

Sir Arthur?

Last night I hid
in the museum

after closing.

I slipped into the armor
this morning, before opening.

But somehow I lost
a cuff link.

Not one of the official
society links?

I'm afraid so.

Disastrous.

It might take time,
but eventually they'll learn

who made it
and for whom.

Exactly.
I'd be arrested.

And the society would be
discovered.

Then where
can it be?

The photographer, Olsen,
picked it up.

There's only one thing
for it.

We must go on a quest.

That's it.
A quest for the golden link.

Sir Arthur,
our duty is clear.

We leave at once.

Such loyalty. The true spirit
of the Round Table.

One for all
and all for one.

I'll wait for you here.
Of course.

It is we
who serve the king.

Shall we go?

Immediately.

[���]

What are you doing
staying at Clark's apartment?

Oh, I've been stayin' there
while my mother's out of town.

Oh, I can imagine the two of you
doing your own cooking.

Ugh.
Oh, it's not bad

once you get used
to the indigestion.
[CHUCKLES]

Hey.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

This thing's
not even runnin'.

Well, let's use
the freight elevator. Come on.

MAN:
We have a car waiting.

Uh, thanks just the same,
but we're walking.

We insist.

Oh, haven't we met you
somewhere before?

Doesn't make
any difference.

Will you step
into the car, please.

The silliest thing
I ever heard of.

A-- A suit of armor
with a coat on.

Correction.

Three suits
of armor with coats on.

What do you think,
Miss Lane?

It's a cinch we can
outrun these guys.

Well, of course
we can, Jim,

but we might miss
a good story.

Besides, what girl
wouldn't wanna date

three knights
in a row?

Sir Gawain, I think
we better blindfold them.

Ah, I see you've succeeded
in your quest.

It wasn't easy,
sire,

going around a big city
in attire like this.

What better attire
could there be, Sir Gawain?

Oh, none, sire,

except that sometimes
we squeak.

It draws
attention.

No matter.

Remove
the blindfolds.

Oh, golly,

we're in another museum.

I demand to know
what this is all about.

This is
the 20th century,

and there aren't any
such things as knights anymore.

In here,
it's the 12th century.

Now, Mr. Olsen,
where do you live?

[DEEP VOICE]
In yon fen,

[NORMAL VOICE]
by the ness
of Loch Vale.

Uh, in other words,

in Mr. Kent's
apartment,

at the Standish Arms.

That where you left
the cuff link?

The cuff link.
Of course.

That's what
they want.

Then you do understand,
fair lady.

I don't know
where it is.

In all the confusion,
I forget what I did with it.

I warn you, young varlet.

I must have
a better answer.

Tell him, Jim,
please.

I can't,
Miss Lane.

I-- I really don't know
where it is.

I find that hard
to believe.

Well, it's a lot easier
to believe than all of this.

A few hours in the dungeon
might restore his memory.

The dungeon,
Sir Arthur?

Isn't that
a bit severe?

Sir,

I agree
with him.

The dungeon's
a little severe.

D-don't you have a nice
tower room with a view?

Of course, if you'll tell us
where you left the cuff link.

Oh, we'll do
even better.

We'll buy you
another pair.

I'm afraid you miss
the point, fair lady.

Somehow,
I always do.

You leave me
no choice.

Turn around,
Mr. Olsen,

and walk toward
the hearth.

Sure.

But where is it?

I think you call it
a fireplace.

A fireplace?

Why,
you wouldn't dare!

Walk, Mr. Olsen.
JIMMY: But...

[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY]
...I forgot my marshmallows.

Walk.

Walk.

Jimmy!

Now, Miss Lane,
the same for you.

MAN:
Oh, I say,
Sir Arthur,

that's strictly against the code
of the Round Table.

It really is, sir.

Section two, article one,
distinctly states

that all women
must be treated gallantly.

My error.
I'm sorry.

Then I don't have to go
into the dungeon?

Certainly.

But you get to walk
down the stairs.

Now, there's
a gallant gesture.

Right this way,
Miss Lane.

But ho--? How long do we have
to stay down there?

Until we get
the cuff link.

Why, that could
be never.

For your sake,
Miss Lane,

let's hope not.

This way.

[GROANS]

Oh!

Jimmy,
are you all right?

Welcome to the days
of yore, Miss Lane.

Oh, thanks a lot.

[SIGHS]

[SIGHING]
Well, looks like all
we have to do now

is wait
for that good knight

on the white horse
to come along.

We're sorry,
Sir Arthur,

our quest
was a failure.

There's one
more chance.

The apartment
where Olsen stays.

With the one
called Kent?

Right.
It must be searched.

Sir Henry,

I order you
to volunteer.

Sir Arthur,
I wish to volunteer.

Spoken like
a true knight.

The quest is yours.

No, Sir Henry.

This way.

[CHUCKLES
NERVOUSLY]

I must get
my visor cleaned.

What about a game
of chess?

Yes.

[���]

[���]

This is the most ridiculous case
I've had for years.

Looking for a man
who swiped a suit of armor.

The boys down at headquarters
are calling me the Tinsmith.

[LAUGHING]
You know how to stop them,
don't you, Bill?

Get your man.

Oh, yeah?

Now if he hadn't goofed
with the emerald,

I'd have a chance.

He'd have to peddle it
sooner or--

Wait, Bill,
I keep telling you,

he didn't want
the emerald.

But that stone
is worth $20,000.

I understand that,

but he only wanted
the suit of armor.

[SIGHING]
All right, then I'll have
to wait until next Halloween

and check all
the masquerade parties.

That's about the size
of it.

Just give me a nice,
simple bank robbery

and I'd be happy.

Well, I'll see you
in the morning.

Wait a minute.
I'll go with you.

I'm going home too.

All right, you.
Reach.

Easy, bud.

That tin suit
won't stop a .38.

Hold it. Hold it.
Don't shoot him.

Careful, Mr. Kent,
he's dangerous.

Oh, must be
some mistake, boys.

This gentleman's
a friend of mine.

Friend
of yours?

We got a phone call
that he's dangerous.

Warned us to shoot first
if he made a move.

Well, that's
very interesting.

However, I'll assume
full responsibility.

You--? You don't wanna
prefer any charges?

No, boys,
no charges.

Okay, Mr. Kent,
if you say so.

Good night.

Good night.
Sorry you were bothered.

[SIGHING]
I-- I don't know
how to thank you, Mr. Kent.

Start out by telling me
who you are

and what you're doing
in my apartment.

Oh, I can't. We--
We're sworn to secrecy.

Whoever called the police
wasn't sworn to secrecy.

Somebody betrayed me,
but I still can't believe it.

Well, you'd better
believe it.

That somebody's trying
to get you killed.

Just think it over
for a minute.

I am sure
that you'll wanna talk.

[SIGHS]

You see,

my name is really
Oliver Smith.

I used to be
in the lumber business.

But since I retired,
my only interest is the S.P.K.D.

S.P.K.D.?

Yeah, the Society
for the Preservation

of Knighthood and--

A-and Dragons.

I see.
A secret society?

Yes.

One of our members lost a cuff
link that, uh, might expose us.

And that's what I was
looking for here.

Mm-hm. Who else knew
that you'd be here?

Only Sir Arthur and Sir Gawain
and Sir Lancelot.

Would any of them
have a reason

to want you
outta the way?

Oh, but this is just
a harmless club, Mr. Kent.

It's merely
an unusual hobby.

It's the secrecy
that makes it exciting.

Well, it isn't, uh,
harmless anymore, Mr. Smith.

There must be
a reason.

Well,

we did take
an oath.

You see,
we're all quite wealthy.

And we put all
our money

in negotiable bonds
at the castle

to carry on
the society.

Now, let me see
if I understand this.

If anything happens
to the three of you,

the fourth would inherit
the money, correct?

Yes, it--
It would work that way.

Well, one of you is a very
desperate man, Mr. Smith.

The question is, which one?
I--

I don't know.

But not me, certainly,
I-I wouldn't harm a fly.

No, no, of course
you wouldn't.

Uh, one more question.

Where is this castle?

It's out
in the country,

in an area
called Balmore Woods.

Balmore Woods.
Good.

Now, let's get
outta the armor.

M--? My--?
My armor?

That's right.
From now on,

you're gonna start acting
like a grown man.

Here, I'll give you
a hand.

[���]

[SIGHING]

No pockets?

N-- No.
No pockets.

That's tough.

You see, it was a little bulky
with the rest

of my street clothes on
underneath the armor.

I understand.
It looks a little drafty too.

Fortunately, you have
your topcoat over here.

Oh, yes.
Uh, thank you, Mr. Kent.

I presume you have
a car downstairs?

Yes.
Are we going someplace?

No, but you are.

I suggest
you go home,

lock the door
real tight,

and stay out
of trouble.

Oh, uh,
Mr. Kent, uh,

if what you say is true

and one of the knights
is a potential killer,

you should know
that Miss Lane and Mr. Olsen

are being held captive
in the castle.

Thank you,
Mr. Smith.

[���]

I'm beginnin' to feel
like the Count of Monte Cristo.

How long did it take him
to dig a tunnel and escape?

Oh, only about
15 years, Jim.

At that rate, I'll be the oldest
cub reporter in the world.

Now all I have to do
is sound like Sir Henry.

[SIR HENRY'S VOICE]
Now all I have to do
is sound like Sir Henry.

[���]

[SIGHING]
How long do you think

they'll keep us here?

Who knows
what they'll do.

That's true.

I get a feeling that this
whole thing is a cover-up

for somethin'
pretty sinister.

[���

It's 20 minutes since
your last move, Sir Lancelot.

My mind isn't
on the game.

I'm worried
about Sir Henry.

Suppose he's caught?

Do you think
he has been?

It's a possibility.

[���]

Checkmate.

Beat you again.

SIR HENRY:
Congratulations.

Sir Henry.
Welcome back.

We were concerned
about you.

Yes, indeed.
Welcome back, Sir Henry.

Did you
get it?

The cuff link?
I'm afraid not. It--

It just wasn't there.

Besides, the police
almost caught me in the act.

The police?

Oh, Sir Henry,
I should never

have sent you
on this quest.

It was part
of my duty, sir.

Then we're still
in danger of discovery.

Oh, uh, how are the captives
holding out?

Well, have a look,
Sir Henry.

Perhaps Mr. Olsen's memory
has returned.

Uh, yes, of course.

But, Sir Henry,

have you forgotten
the secret panel?

No, no,
of course not,

uh, the secret
panel.

Oh.

You don't know!

You're an imposter.

Who are you?

What have you done
to Sir Henry?

[NORMAL VOICE]
That is something

you'll have
to discover

for yourselves.
Seize him.

A stretch in the dungeon'll
make him talk.

[SIGHS]
I don't think
this tunnel thing

is gonna work,
Miss Lane.

Here. You can keep
your fingernail file.

I don't think anything
is gonna work, Jimmy.

These characters
probably intend

to keep us here
forever.

[DOOR BANGS]

Chain him to the wall.
He mustn't escape.

What did he do?

SIR ARTHUR:
Like you, he refuses

to tell us
certain things.

But I still
don't remember.

Well, perhaps you will.
[CHAINS CLINKING]

[DOOR CLOSES]

He's locked us in.

SIR GAWAIN: Quick.
Sir Arthur,

Sir Arthur!
Sir--

Well,
I regret to say

we're all
in the same boat

or dungeon,
as the case may be.

I never heard of anything like
this at King Arthur's court.

Believe me, we meant you no harm
when all this started.

Well, I wish we could say
the same for your Sir Arthur.

But who's he?
We have no idea.

He may be
an enemy.

But we better
keep him chained.

Hello down there,

you silly fools.

I meant to dispose of you
one at a time,

but circumstances
have changed.

Make yourselves
comfortable.

The real Sir Henry
should be here shortly.

[CHUCKLES]

[SIGHS]

But why,
Sir Lancelot, why?

It's obvious
that you,

Sir Henry and myself
have been fools.

Sir Arthur intends
that we die

so that he can get
our money.

I wish that character
were Superman.

He'd have us outta here
in a hurry.

Oh, stop dreaming, Jim.

We'll probably never see
Superman again.

[RINGING]

Hello.

Oh, yes, yes,
Sir Arthur.

Thank heavens.

Yes, I-I'm out on bail.

Listen, closely,
Sir Henry.

There's a traitor
in our midst.

An attempt was made
on my life.

And on mine.

Then it must be
Sir Gawain or Lancelot.

Exactly.

Fortunately
I've got them both

locked in the dungeon.

But you must get here
immediately

to help me find out
which is the scoundrel.

Perhaps both of them.

Of course, Sir Arthur.
I'll leave right away.

[���]

Sir Arthur was right
about one thing.

We are fools.

And this is what we get
for pretending

to be something
we aren't.

I'm afraid
you're right.

But he's got to get rid
of all of us

before he's safe.

If only Sir Henry
doesn't fall into his clutches.

Sir Henry,
you don't know

how glad I am
to see you.

And you,
Sir Arthur.

This is an awful
thing.

An awful thing,
Sir Henry.

An awful thing.

As I see it,
Sir Henry,

there's no need
for formalities.

The quicker, the better.
Consequently--

Sir Henry!
Sir Henry!

There goes
that last chance

you were
talking about.

He tricked me.

He was the one.

It's too late now.

This is the last
and final meeting

of the Society
for the Preservation

of Knighthood
and Dragons.

Lucky for us,
Miss Lane,

we made it just in time
to become members.

SIR ARTHUR:
Hello down there.

I'm sending you
a little present.

Don't try
to put it out.

It's impossible.

[CHUCKLES]

[���]

LOIS:
Gas, poison gas!

[ALL COUGHING]

He's right,
it can't be smothered out.

Get away, Miss Lane.

Superman.

But why?
Why did you wait?

Follow me, Miss Lane,
please.

[���]

Come along,
Sir Arthur.

We'll treat you
to a sample

of good old
20th-century justice.

Jeepers, Superman,

all we started out
to do

was to spend a quiet hour
in the museum.

Jimmy, do me a favor,
will you?

What?
Promise me never to go

near the prehistoric-man
exhibit.

I shudder to think what might
happen if you wound up there.

Uh-oh.

What's the matter?

I remember
where the cuff link is.

Where?
Right here.

[CHUCKLES]
Oh, no.

I remember now.

I wore it so I wouldn't
forget where it was.

Superman, don't let Clark
find out about this.

He'll really
rub it in.

Well, Miss Lane,
I'll make a bargain with you.

If you don't tell him,
I won't.

[���]

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