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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.

And now, another exciting episode in The Adventures of Superman.

Wavelength?

1.3.

Frequency?

1,032 megatackles.

Fine. Now let us check.

What on earth? Get the machine.

Dr. Stanton, you're coming with us.

What's the meaning of this?

Just keep quiet and you won't get hurt.

What do you think you're doing?

Don't go to the police with this, Hadley, if you ever want to see Dr.

Stanton alive.

That's a story we can all be proud of, Chief.

Right. And if it hadn't been for that series of articles we ran a few months

back, there wouldn't be any crime committee.

I hope Senator Taylor does as good a job here as he did up north. He can't do

otherwise. Look at the witnesses he has lined up, including Lois.

Don't forget she worked three weeks in those cities while you were back in

Chicago covering the convention.

And have I got facts and figures, names, dates, places, all the tie-ups to Mr.

Big himself, Lou Kranich. If you only knew what that man controls.

Slot machines, gambling houses, organized vice.

Let's say did control.

Because when Senator Taylor gets through with him, Mr. Big will just be another

number in the state penitentiary.

Mr. Kent, there's a fellow who wants to see you named Hadley. He looked like he

was about to keel over, so I parked him in your office and I told him you'd be

in right away.

Thanks, Jim.

Excuse me.

You want to see me?

Mr. Kent? Yes.

My name is John Hadley.

I believe you know my employer, Dr. Edward Stanton?

Dr. Stanton?

Let's see.

Oh, yes, didn't he deliver that paper last year before the medical convention?

That's right, and you interviewed him afterwards.

He was quite impressed with you at the time, and when all this happened, I...

Well, there was no one else I could think of turning to.

Why don't you sit down, Mr. Handley? Uh, yeah, thank you.

Mr. Kent, last night, Dr.

Stanton and I were at work in his laboratory when three masked men broke

in. They kidnapped Dr. Stanton and stole the machine.

The machine?

The hypnotherapy transmitter Dr.

Stanton has been working on for the past five years.

It's designed to treat minor nervous disorders.

In what way?

By enabling whoever operates the machine to make direct contact with a person's

mind. Make suggestions which might help rid that mind of imaginary fears and

inhibitions. I see.

In other words, mental suggestion from a distance. That's it.

If the subject...

is anywhere within the operating radius of the machine about, oh, about 25

miles, his mind can be reached.

It can be an amazingly helpful instrument, Mr. Kent, but in the wrong

hands it can be terribly, terribly dangerous.

Have you been to the police?

Oh, no.

The kidnappers, those men, they warned me not to go to the police.

Dr. Stanton's been like a father to me, Mr. Kent.

Well, I don't want to take a chance of anything happening to him.

Well, I don't know exactly what I can do.

I thought that... I don't know what I thought.

But you're a newspaper man, Mr. Kent, and we've got to get Dr. Stanton and the

machine back again before something terrible happens.

I'll do the best I can for you, Mr. Hadley.

Under the circumstances... Thank you, Mr. Kent. Thank you.

I can't make you any promises, but I do have an idea. Now, you keep your eye on

the personal column in tomorrow's Planet.

Hey, boss.

Did you see this?

So what?

No go getting any ideas.

Who, me, boss?

Me?

Yes, you, Curly.

Al, bring the doctor in.

You think we'll have any trouble with him?

No.

Good morning, doctor.

Did you have a good night's sleep?

I demand to know where I am and why I was brought here.

Certainly. You're in the Blue Mountains, about 20 miles from Metropolis.

And you've been brought here to operate this machine for us.

What do you know about my transmitter?

Everything, Doctor.

But how?

How?

Nobody except myself and Hadley ever saw this machine before.

Remember about three months back?

You hired a new chauffeur. He was with you a couple of weeks, then got drunk

and you had to fire him.

Put on your glasses, Doctor.

Take a good look behind you.

Oh. Al doesn't talk much, but he smiles pretty.

Remembers everything he sees.

He's one of my best boys. And who are you?

Lou Kranich. The Daily Planet calls me the kingpin of organized crime.

An interesting title, eh?

Oh, so you're the man Senator Taylor and his committee are trying to expose.

Right. And that's where you come in, Doctor.

You and your machine.

You see, Senator Taylor has lined up a bunch of witnesses who can make things

very unpleasant for me.

So you're going to tune in on them and persuade them to change their minds. You

must be insane.

My machine was never intended for such a purpose.

But it'll work, won't it, Doctor? But don't you see, imposing your will on a

subject without his consent, there's no telling what the effect might be.

I guess that's a chance we'll have to take.

Ten o'clock.

Al, turn on the radio.

Curly, a chair for the good doctor.

Here you are, Doc.

Sit down.

All right, Doctor, it's all warmed up for you. Go ahead.

I won't do it. It's criminal.

Oh, you'll do it.

Al.

We take you now to the State Building, where the Tailored Crime Investigating

Committee is about to begin hearings.

The Senators are in their seats.

The first witness is on the stand.

The next voice you hear will be that of Senator Taylor.

Your name is Wagner Carl Wagner?

Yes, sir.

What is your occupation?

I'm an accountant.

Mr. Wagner, were you ever employed by the Playtime Syndicate?

I was their head bookkeeper for several years.

Will you tell this committee what type of business the Syndicate engaged in?

Bookmaking, plot machines, and things like that.

As head bookkeeper, you were familiar with the corporate setup of the

syndicate. That is, you knew who controlled it.

I did.

That's fine, Doctor.

You've got him tuned in swell.

Mr. Wagner, are you acquainted with a certain Lou Kranich? Tell him no,

Wagner. Tell him you never heard of Kranich.

You mean to say you never heard of a man who owned 75% of the syndicate's stock?

No.

I... I never heard of Kranich.

Do you intend to tell us anything further?

I know nothing.

I have nothing to say.

All right, you're excused. But I warn you, we intend signing you for contempt.

Did it, boss.

We did it.

All right, Doctor. You can turn it off now.

Well, that's the fastest switch I ever saw. I was sure Wagner would cooperate.

He started out to. And something happened that made him change his mind.

Come on, Clark. Let's see if we can get a statement.

Mr.

Wagner, we're from the Daily Planet and I... Leave me alone, do you hear?

Stop pestering me.

Leave me alone.

What's wrong with him?

I don't know.

Whatever it is, it seems pretty serious.

Better follow him.

Move over! They're after me!

Come on, Clark.

Come on, Clark.

Hey, come back with my bus.

Hey,

somebody crazy stole my bus. I was tightening the brakes down there. Three

kids. There's a steep hill ahead and those brakes won't hold. Oh, good

heavens, Clark. We've got to do something. Come on. Well, don't you

think someone ought to take care of that poor woman back there in the car?

Well, you can stay here if you want to, but I'm going to try and save those

children. Let's go, miss.

Superman! The children are all right, Miss Lane.

Just a little shaken up. Oh, thank goodness.

And Wagner, what about him?

See for yourself.

Was he dead?

How did it happen?

I believe his mind was destroyed.

His mind?

I don't understand.

Someone destroyed his ability to think and reason. The brain itself was fatally

injured.

Why, that sounds fantastic.

How was it done?

Clark Kent can probably tell you that.

Can you fix those brakes?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

Sure I can.

Good. Then I suggest you stay with the children until the brakes are fixed.

All right.

Goodbye, Miss Lane.

Lois, after all this happened, we can't let you take the chance.

The chief's right, Lois. It's much too dangerous. Why don't you just give them

the stuff in your files? The real stuff isn't in the files. It's in my head.

Meetings I overheard between Kranich and others. Stuff so hot I didn't dare write

it down.

Lois, for the last time, are you going to listen to reason?

Chief, I'm going to be on that witness stand today at 3 o'clock, and that's all

there is to it.

We've got to stop her some way, Chief.

I know it. I wish you'd tell me how.

I'll get hold of Hadley.

We'll have a talk with Senator Taylor.

I hope it does some good.

Now, just a moment, Mr. Kent. Let me get this clear.

You're asking me to call off the hearing simply on the basis of this theory of

yours. It's no theory, Senator. It's a fact.

An infernal machine in the hands of sinister forces being used to intimidate

my witnesses, then destroying their minds?

That's a little hard to take.

How else can you explain the deaths of three witnesses?

Well, there is such a thing as coincidence.

Coincidence? All three in a row and all of brain injuries?

Isn't that stretching coincidence a little bit?

Well, in any case, it's a matter for the police to clear up. I'm sure they're

doing all they can.

There are other witnesses to be heard, Senator.

We don't want anything to happen to them.

Isn't it possible to postpone these hearings for a while?

Postpone them?

Mr. Kent, this committee has a limited amount of time and a limited amount of

money, taxpayers' money.

They're counting on us to get the job done as fast and economically as we can.

I'm sorry, but the hearings will go on as scheduled.

And now, if you'll excuse me.

Mr. Hadley, this machine operates on ultra-high frequency, doesn't it?

Yes. And you say it takes a long time to warm up.

It must use a great deal of power, doesn't it? Oh, yes, a great deal.

Would you say it uses enough power to create a disturbance on a radar screen?

Yes, yes, I believe it would.

Mr. Kent!

Dr. Stanton's private plane. It has radar, radio, telephone, all the latest

devices. Where's this plane now? At the airport, all fueled and ready to take

off. We can be there in 15 minutes.

Well, we'd better go, Hadley. We've got a large area to cover and very little

time to do it in. Come on.

C-147 cleared for takeoff.

That's it, boss.

Blitz.

Now, that make you owe me, uh, buck sixty.

Write it down.

Oh.

Play another one, huh?

a matter with the doc.

Something bothering you, doctor?

Look at that.

Take it easy. That's nothing to get excited about. Three men have died

because of my machine.

I warned you, Krennic. I warned you in the beginning.

So what?

Krennic, I let myself be forced into this because I was weak, but not

anymore. There's nothing you or your two hoodlums can do to me that'll make me go

ahead with this. Nothing.

Is that so?

Due to a last-minute change in schedule, this afternoon's session of the Taylor

Crime Committee has been moved up half an hour.

In exactly three minutes' time, that's 2.30, we will take you direct to the

committee room, where the first witness will be Miss Lois Lane, a reporter on

the Metropolis Daily Planet.

Forget it, boys.

We haven't got the time.

But, boss, if we don't persuade him quick, who's going to work the machine?

Me. I've watched him do it, and I got it all figured out.

Al, keep an eye on the doctor.

We'll take care of him later.

Any luck, Mr. Kent?

Not so far.

All we're getting are normal ground patterns.

I hope this works.

We seem to have covered most of the area already.

What time is it?

2.30.

Let's keep going for a while.

If nothing comes to this, we still have plenty of time to get back to the city

and keep Lawson taking a stand.

What's the matter, boss? Having trouble?

I'll get it in a minute.

Look.

That's it.

I'm sure of it.

It isn't like there's any other high-powered machine to be operating in

these mountains.

Take her down, Hallie. We'll circle around and take a look.

That's it.

Down there.

There. It looks like a hunting lodge.

What do we do now, Mr. Kent?

Land and investigate?

No, I'll call Perry White.

With this to go on, why, he can keep Lawson off that stand until the police

get up there and investigate.

There. He almost got it.

Hello?

Hello, Chief.

Clark Kent.

Look, get hold of Lawson.

What?

Both on the stand right now.

But haven't. What do we do?

I'm afraid there's only one thing to do.

That's it, boss.

You got it.

All right, get away from that machine.

Dr. Stanton, are you all right?

Yes,

I... Whoever you are, I want to thank you for... Your machine, you've

destroyed it.

I had to.

It was a terrible, terrible thing I created.

It was meant to do good, to help people.

And all it's done has... You mustn't blame yourself, Doctor. There will

always be people who somehow try to turn good into evil.

You can build another machine.

No.

I'll never build another one. Never.

Buck, call the police and have them come and take care of these men.

Mr. Kent, I still haven't got this straight.

Do you mean to say I blacked out yet still managed to land the plane safely?

Can you think of any other explanation, Mr. Hadley?

Well, goodness me. I had no idea I was such a fine pilot.

Kent, where on earth have you been?

Well, Chief, Mr. Hadley and I were... Never mind. While you were off or

wherever you were, Superman showed up and nabbed Kranich and the machine.

And what's more, Dr.

Stanton's going to testify before the committee.

With what he's got to say, Krannick's goose will be thoroughly cooked.

While we're telling you all this, I don't know.

I've a good mind to give you a nickel and let you read it in tomorrow's paper.

Where were you?

Well, Chief, if you'll just let me explain. Yes, Clark, where were you?

Explain. Well, Lois, I thought you were in danger. I just tried to help.

You? Why should I need your help when I can always count on you? I know.

Superman.