All language subtitles for Superman - 03 - The Last Son Of Krypton (Part 3) [DarkDream]_track5_[eng]

[theme music playing]

[grunts]

Nice one, Clark.

[exclaims]

[woman screams]

- [man] Look out. It's gonna hit us!
- [woman] My God!

[man] Run, run, run!

- Oh, my gosh.
- Jump!

[screams]

[grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Did you see that?

[Perry] Freeze it.

What is that? Can anyone tell me?

Looks like a flying guy.

No kidding. I know he's flying,
but who is he?

Where did he come from?
What does he want?

- Look who I'm asking.
- Nice S.

- Excuse me?
- Right here. He's strong. He flies.

He's the Nietzschean fantasy ideal
all wrapped up in a red cape.

- The Superman.
- Superman?

Hey, I like it.

Superman. It's catchy, sticks with you.

The kind of name that looks great
splashed across three columns...

Make it four, provided one of you
can get an interview with him.

Somehow, I don't think a guy
like that has a press agent, chief.

Well, somebody better get something
on this guy fast.

I've never seen the city
in such a state. Look at these faxes.

If we don't get some answers soon,
there could be a full-scale panic.

[Martha] We've kept this scrapbook
since you left Smallville.

Every time we read a story about
an invisible angel helping someone,

we knew our Clark had to be nearby.

But now that I've settled in Metropolis,

it's gonna be impossible
to keep a low profile.

Yeah, I can see where landing a plane

in the middle of the city
might turn a few heads.

It's not just that. Suddenly,
people are calling me Superman.

They want to know everything about me.

Some are even afraid of me,
just like Jor-El and Lara warned.

Does this mean
I'm going to have to give up my life?

No, son. It doesn't matter
where you were born or what you can do.

You'll always be Clark Kent.

Superman just helps out now and then.

Still, it wouldn't be bad if people knew
a little more about Superman.

I don't want anyone thinking
you're like that nut in Gotham City.

There must be some way
to get the word out.

[Lois] Sorry, Perry.

I checked with S.T.A.R. Labs,

and they're just as clueless
as everyone else about our flyboy.

Right. I'm heading back now.

- [Superman] Excuse me, Miss Lane.
- [gasps]

I believe I'm the one
you want to talk to.

Oh, yeah? Well, where are you?

[Superman] I'm...

- Just hang on.
- [thud]

[gasps]

As far as I've been able
to piece together,

I'm the last survivor
of a planet called Krypton.

- Krypton?
- Uh-huh.

[sarcastically] Okay.

You don't believe me?

It's a little much.

Fair enough.

All I ask is that you
tell the truth about me.

- And that is?
- I'm not here to scare anyone.

In fact, I've always tried
to help people whenever possible.

You sound too good to be true.
What's your secret?

What do you mean?

Well, you don't go around in blue tights
and a cape all the time, do you?

What do you do in your off-hours?

I think that's a question
for another time.

Well, well, an alien
in my own back yard.

And such a civic-minded one too.

I think he means what he says, Lex.

Well, that's just dandy, Lois.

All I know is,
your hero did nothing to help me.

I'm the one who's out
a billion-dollar battle suit.

[Clark] Actually, this could end up

a silver lining
in your pocket, couldn't it?

What's that?

Now that the terrorists
have your prototype,

the Pentagon's undoubtedly
gonna want you

to build a bigger
and better version for them.

When all is said and done, this could
net you a multi-billion dollar windfall.

[chuckles]

Lois, it almost sounds
as if your friend here

is suggesting I should be glad
my suit was stolen.

You're very amusing, Mr. Kent, is it?

Yes, I'll remember that.

[Lois] Huh. Nice work, Smallville.

You're only the second person
I've ever seen get under Lex's skin.

- Who's the first?
- Me. When I dumped him.

- Whoa.
- Ancient history.

Anyway, what makes you think Lex

might have been
an accessory to the theft?

I don't think it was a theft.

I think he gave it away.

I was digging up some background info
on Mr. Luthor,

and found this photo of him

at last year's International
Industrial Conference.

Recognize the guy with the medals?

The regent of Kaznia. So?

So the U.S. and Kaznia haven't been
on real friendly terms lately.

Seems the regent's been employing

an elite squad of terrorists
to eliminate his political enemies.

Old news, Kent. The president broke
diplomatic ties with Kaznia months ago.

Which means Luthor
couldn't sell the regent a war suit

without it being
a deliberate act of treason.

So Luthor just left the back door open
for him to take it.

It works in theory.

In theory, maybe,
but Perry White doesn't run theories.

Where are you going?

I'd tell you,
but you'd have to share the byline.

I've told you before, there's no work
for you on this ship.

[man grunts]

Now leave, before I call
the harbor police.

[man] I'm going,
you blasted rat bag, I'm going.

Feh! Blasted scabs takin' jobs
from us union men.

I ought to go back and split
some skulls, I ought to.

Hey, got a tire iron right here.

- [woman] Psst.
- Huh?

[screams]

Oh, it's you, Miss Lane.
Come to do another smugglin' story?

Maybe. What can you
tell me about that tanker?

Ah! It's the darndest thing I ever seen.

She's been in port a week

and ain't moved
a bit of cargo on or off.

Blasted scow's leaving port tonight,
and I says good riddance.

Gotta get on that ship.

Listen, Bibbo, take this
and call Clark Kent at the Planet.

Let him know where I am and tell him
to call Police Commissioner Henderson

if he doesn't hear from me
in 20 minutes. Got that? 20 minutes.

- Um...
- Thanks, Bibbo. I owe you one.

Yeah, sure, sure, sure.

Call Kurt Kent,
let him know about the boat

and, uh, said something
about the police. Yeah, okay.

Hey, soda.

Ah! Eh, she'll be okay.

We're not giving interviews,
you got that, lady?

- If I could just speak to your captain.
- I said no interviews.

- What part of that don't you understand?
- [man] Hans. Hans!

There's no reason for hostility,

especially towards
such an attractive visitor.

I'm John Corben,
special attaché to the regent.

- How may I help you, Miss...
- Lois Lane, Daily Planet.

I'm doing a follow-up
to a story on gun smuggling

and was wondering if I could ask you
some questions about your cargo.

But we have no cargo.

You must know there's a trade embargo
between the U.S. and Kaznia.

We're part of a diplomatic envoy

trying to restore friendly relations
between our countries.

Then you won't mind me
taking a look around.

Better yet, why don't we continue
this interview ashore, say, over dinner.

I'd be more than happy to answer
any questions that you might have.

I can think of some doozies.

I'll bet.

[Jimmy] Here's a shot of Luthor getting
a commendation from the mayor.

A shot of the special crimes unit,
and, uh...

I took this one at the dedication
of the zoo's new polar bear exhibit.

- [chuckles] Cute little guy.
- Yeah, nice, Jimmy.

You didn't see Miss Lane
come back, did you?

Nuh-uh. You know,
she brought me along last week

to get shots for her smuggling story.

- Is that right?
- Yeah, have a look.

Yeah, I figure
a few more shots like that,

and Perry's bound to put me on staff.

There, in the background.
That ship's a Kaznian tanker.

It's so small. How can you tell?

Clark?

You're making a big mistake.
Everyone in my office knows where I am.

Sweetheart, if anyone knew or cared,
they would have made a move by now.

[horn honking]

We're clear. Lose her.

[grunting]

[gasps]

You again? Get him!

Take cover.

[grunts]

[suit beeps]

Thanks.

Anytime.

[Lois screams]

So long, sweetheart.

Call the police and let them know
what's happening.

I'm gonna try to stop that thing.

Be...

Careful.

This is Corben.

Tell the regent his battle suit
is coming to him by special delivery.

- [thud]
- [gasps]

[policeman] Everyone,
clear the area now.

[people screaming]

Stupid, stupid move, my friend.

No!

[people screaming]

[laughing]

Gotcha.

- [clanging]
- [screams]

[screams]

[screaming]

[blows]

[Corben screaming]

[screaming]

Shall we go a few rounds
without the suit?

- Uh-uh.
- Too bad.

Yeah, chief, I think stopping
the presses would be a very good idea.

So you see, as the agreed-upon
merchandise never left Metropolis,

my client, the regent,

respectfully requests
a full and prompt refund.

We had an understanding.

All I had to do was arrange
for the regent's men

to take possession, and they did.

And now, because
of this alien's interference,

you expect me to eat a billion dollars?

I think you have more pressing concerns
at the moment.

Good day.

Hmm.

I'm afraid we already have
a window washer.

Oh, the silent treatment, eh?

Well, I don't know
what you thought you heard out there,

but I know what you can prove.

And it's nothing.

You see, uh, Superman,

I own Metropolis.

My technology built it,
my will keeps it going,

and two-thirds of its people work
for me, whether they know it or not.

Even you have to admit
it's a model of efficiency.

And yet I've often thought,

"Why limit myself to just one city?"

A being with your abilities
could be very useful to me on a...

Shall we say, global scale.

Why don't you float on in
and we'll discuss it.

Say something! [grunts]

I'll be watching you, Luthor.

[Lex] Wait, I'm not finished with you!

- Hey, look.
- There he is.

- [crowd] Superman!
- Get a shot. Superman, come on down.

Superman, give us an answer here.

Way to go, big guy. You're okay.

[beeping]

[speaking in alien language]

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[aliens screaming]

[Brainiac] Brainiac systems activated.

[theme music playing]