Original subtitles

No lasers. No lasers.

No lasers. No lasers.

No lasers. No lasers.

Hey, thanks a lot for helping us out.

[chanting continues]

Hey, Clark. You'll never get interviews over all this noise.

Oh, yeah? Watch me.

A good reporter hears everything.

[chanting continues]

Hey, T.J., nobody's allowed on the steps.

Come on. You're not telling me

that the campus security is against freedom of the press?

Your own college newspaper, The Shuster Herald?

- Not you, Mr. Miller. - Back off, kid.

That will be such a good angle.

Come on.

Okay. Well, you can't shoot 'em all, huh?

Hey, Lana. Looks like you're in the march again.

Hi, Clark. Why don't you help us out and get involved here?

I don't get involved in the issues. I only report them.

Well, then report this.

They're experimenting with engines of death

in that building.

Say that again. Punch him in the nose and do it.

I can see the caption. "Irate Picket Belt School Reporter."

- Ready? - Cut the clowning, T.J.

Why don't you drop your camera and pick up a sign?

Hey, like Clark said, I'm the media, not the message.

What happened to, "One for all and all for one?"

(Clark) That's why we're here.

It's rumored you're gonna stage a sit-in.

(T.J.) Everybody knows the sixties.

Try taking over that building, you'll be in jail.

- Your dad's gonna be proud. - They can't put us in jail.

We're exercising our democratic right to protest.

Like my dad did in the sixties and he would be proud.

Look, even the football jocks are concerned with the issue.

You two mashed potato brains should be ashamed of yourselves.

Keep it up.

Hey, way to go, fellas.

So, uh, do we sign in or what?

Yeah, just follow me.

To the end of time. The name's Roscoe.

Hi, mine's Lana.

So, Lana..

Nobody ever got anywhere by just marching up and down.

Well, we've been thinking about a sit-in.

How about if we actually planted one of those picket signs

on that experimental laser of yours?

It's a great gesture.

What's that gonna prove?

- No one's gonna see it. - You kidding?

'Do you know how many cameras are gonna be clicking tomorrow'

when they unveil that gun at the press conference?

How do we do it?

Theodore here is the fastest running back in the country.

You distract that guard up there for two seconds, he'll get in

plant the picket, and he'll be back out

before you can bat those pretty little eyes of yours.

It's a killer idea.

Let's go.

You're our lead.

[theme music]

[music continues]

[chanting] No lasers! No lasers!

Restricted area, Lana.

Mr. Miller, this is a school building.

Can't deny students entry to it.

I'm sorry. Those are my orders.

Just back off and shut up.

[dramatic music]

[chanting continues]

[Lana screams]

Ah!

Come on.

[chanting] No lasers! No lasers!

[grunts]

Let's go. Gas 'em.

Gas her? What a waste.

Move it! We got about 90 minutes to get to the main event.

(Theodore) Otherwise, we blow all of this.

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

Stop it!

Why don't you unload her?

When we get the payoff, you can have 100 broads if you want.

- Sex has nothing to do with it. - You got another word?

Two words. Bargaining chip. If we happen to need one.

[tires screeching]

[chanting] No lasers! No lasers!

Hey, uh, Clark. Clark!

- You know that cop? - Who? Miller?

- He's not at his post. - Wait a minute.

He wouldn't leave the entrance while the demonstration is on.

(T.J.) No way.

[shrill squeal]

Why don't you go tell security. I mean, it's probably nothing.

- I'll check it out. - Okay.

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

They went back. They took the laser gun.

Who, Mr. Miller?

The football players. They took Lana.

[coughing]

Whoa! Why are you so mad? We're on the same side.

You just killed two men like it was nothing.

How can you guys be so callous?

We both wanna make sure Uncle Sam doesn't end up

with a death dealing weapon, don't we?

If you think the army's gonna let you

waltz in with their laser gun, you guys are bunch of idiots.

Why don't you shut her up?

I'll handle her. You just do what I tell you.

It was four of them. They-they took the laser gun.

Were they students?

I figured they were, with the uniforms and all.

But now that you mention it, they did look a little old.

What're we gonna do about Lana?

We're gonna find her. That's what we're gonna do.

- How do you feel, Mr. Miller? - Terrible about the girl.

- She put up a hell of a fight. - Well, did they hurt her?

Yeah, one of 'em belted her pretty good.

Did they say anything about where they were headed?

Think, Mr. Miller. They must've said something.

Uh, look, kid. Get off my back.

I-I'm g-grateful you saved my life, but my head's killing me.

Sorry, Mr. Miller.

But Lana's life could depend on your remembering.

Your thing for her can cost us 30 years in the can

if she identifies us.

I told you I have everything under control.

Besides..

She knows she's not gonna be around to identify anybody.

- Don't you, sweetheart? - Don't you touch me.

Oh, ho, hoo!

Mr. Miller, come on. Think about it. What did they say?

Uh, yeah, the-the first guy, he-he said, um, um..

...they have ninety minutes to get some place.

Like a, like the main event..

...or they would blow the whole thing.

- Ooh. - Thanks, Mr. Miller.

Ninety minutes. Ninety minutes.

T.J., what do you think that van could average?

Uh, bottlenecks and traffic, maybe 50-55 at the most.

That's what I'm figuring. So let's say, what, 90 minutes

that would put their destination

somewhere in that circumference, right?

Now what we have to do is find the main event.

[telephone ringing]

- Herald. - Hi, Clark.

Oh, hi, Ma.

Clark, how's everything at school?

Um, everything's fine.

We didn't get your weekly call this morning.

Is everything alright?

Yeah, everything's okay, Ma. Can I call you back later?

I don't like the sound of your voice. Are you in trouble?

Not me. Lana.

Lana? Clark, are you thinking of becoming Superboy?

I'm not sure that I have a choice.

I understand. You can't talk now.

Just know that your Pa and I are sure

you'll do the right thing.

Thanks, Ma. I miss you guys.

Okay. So I can call you tomorrow?

- Of course. And son? - Uh-huh.

- Be careful. - I will.

- Goodbye now. - Okay, goodbye. I love you.

Bye-bye.

It's the middle of the week.

There's no football game, no baseball game.

I-I looked up boxing and wrestling. There's nothing.

What main event could they be talking about?

(man on TV) T-minus 20 minutes to shuttle launch.

Coming up on auto sequence start.

The main event. Kennedy Space Center.

Clark, they're after this shuttle.

[dramatic music]

(male #1) Coming up on auto sequence start..

Move it. That van won't do more than 80.

Go ahead. I'll call the highway patrol and get on a chopper.

What about me?

I'll meet you at the Beach Cafe, Canaveral.

- And look out for Lana. - What are you, crazy?

T.J., I don't have time to argue with you. Lana's in trouble.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[plane droning]

Right on schedule.

(Theodore) Let's hope that sub we're supposed to meet

is on schedule too.

He'll be where he's supposed to be.

With that arms dealer and our 20 million dollars.

(Roscoe) You were wondering how we'd get away with this?

The answer to that question just landed.

Every eye in the country is gonna be glued on that channel.

No civilian will be allowed

within five miles of that launch pad.

But who's gonna challenge the chopper

of a four-star general if it takes off and skims the gulf?

[laughing]

Theodore, what do you say we test the army's newest weapon?

- Let's do it. - Hold on.

What do you know? It works.

Yeah.

Come on, get this thing off me and get out of here.

[beeping]

What the hell?

Get me security.

Unidentified flying object coming in from the west.

I'm not here to hurt you and your weapons can't harm me.

Who are you?

I'm called Superboy.

I fight for truth, justice and the American way.

(Lana) Help!

[Lana screaming]

Good luck with the shuttle.

Hey! Hey, he's getting away.

I sure hope he's one of us.

Okay.

Hey, what is that?

I don't know but let's get out of here.

Move it. Move it!

We're full throttle.

He's after us!

No. He's after you.

Not anymore.

[Lana screaming]

[screaming continues]

Hey, Roscoe. You were right.

Whatever it is, he's going after her instead of us.

[laughing]

You didn't want me to bring her along.

[screaming]

Easy now.

Whoever you are, wherever you came from, thank you.

- I'm so scared. - That makes two of us.

(Lana) T.J.?

- Lana? - Up here, T.J.

You're alright. You can let go now.

Hello, T.J. White.

Shuster University, secret department of journalism.

Can I get an interview, sir? Nice to see you there, Lana.

Who are you? How do you fly?

- Are there others like you? - Excuse me will you?

Hey, wait. They're murderers and they got the laser gun.

What..

Lana, w-where is it he comes from?

Up there. Isn't he wonderful?

Who-who is he? I mean, d-does he have a name?

He said he's called Superboy.

Yeah, he reminds me of somebody.

He's back!

[chuckling]

I don't believe this guy!

[crackling]

Give it full throttle! Get us outta here!

[siren wailing]

Wow!

[applauding]

- Here you go. - Thanks.

- Hey, guys. - Hey, Clark. Look!

Lana. She's okay.

You would not believe what happened to me.

- Sure, I will. - You wouldn't.

You missed the whole thing. There's this guy, and he flies.

- No kidding. - Yeah.

And he's so incredible and amazing and...so unreal.

- I'm sure he is. - I think you forgot awesome.

I did.

[laughing]

[theme music]

Captioned by Grant Brown