All language subtitles for 018 - Aos

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
bitey 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.

That's the last piece of film I got from
her.

Let's see. Today's the 15th.

A week ago Friday.

Ten days.

We haven't had a word from Jim in over a
week, either. I ought to have my head

examined. That sister of mine's crazy
enough.

I have to send Olsen to Haiti with her.

Two irresponsible nuts.

A fine pair.

The Haitian officials can't find a trace
of him?

Nothing. And I've spent $200 on phone
calls.

I don't like it, Kent.

I don't like it one bit.

Did you see the face on that voodoo
doctor or whatever he was? He knew he

was being photographed.

Chief, suppose I fly down there and just
take a look around. It's a good idea.

I have two tickets on the midnight Pan
Am clipper.

Two? Yes, I'm going with you.

Now, Chief, you don't have to make the
trip. In fact, I'll do much better

alone. I think I can make my own
decisions alone.

That's just what I'm afraid of. What?
Oh, nothing, Chief, nothing.

I had the boys make a blow-up of this
voodoo doctor just in case.

I hope your sister and Jim aren't in his
hands. So do I.

Well, you better go home and get packed.

Our plane leaves in 55 minutes.

Right.

This is Haiti, monsieur.

Our police method is somewhat different
than those in the United States because

our problems are not the same.

However, my government has instructed me
to give every assistance within my

power. This I gladly do. Good. What do
you suggest, Mr. Bergeron? What can I

suggest? The gendarmerie has searched
the entire island for your sister and

the young man, Olsen. It is unfortunate.

That drum, is that a voodoo drum?

Not, monsieur.

Voodoo is no longer practiced in Haiti,
except perhaps in secret.

Sounds like a voodoo drum to me.

That drum is only talking. It's sending
a message to someone back in the bush.

Do you understand what it's saying? No,
monsieur.

Unfortunately, that course was not
included in the curriculum at Harvard

University.

Tambou say two white men talked to
Antoine Bougere.

In hotel.

This was taken from the last piece of
film my sister sent back to the States.

This would appear to be a voodoo doctor.

But on the other hand, sometimes
photographers, how do you say, arrange

such things.

Not my sister.

When she takes a picture of a voodoo
doctor, you can be sure it's the McCoy,

the real thing.

If this is a real thing, then your
sister's peril is also very real.

But only the ignorant and the
superstitious believe in the powers of

voodoo. And the ignorant and
superstitious are always dangerous.

If you don't leave me now, I think I'll
take a little walk. I'm curious about

that drum.

If you will allow me to suggest,
Monsieur, the Haitian bush is not the

best place for a stranger, especially at
night. Well, of course not. Stay where

you are.

When we go into the bush, you will take
a competent guide with us. I should be

happy to supply a detachment of
gendarmes to accompany you, Monsieur.

No, let's leave the police out of this.

Just get me a good guide who speaks
English.

I have a hunch if we find this bird,
we'll find my sister and Olsen. There

are two men here who know the jungle
quite well. An American and an

Englishman. One of them is... Come in. I
mean, entree.

I hope I'm not intruding. Certainly not.
As a matter of fact, I was about to

mention your name. Oh?

These gentlemen were just inquiring as
to someone who could guide them into the

backcountry. Mr. White and Mr. Kent,
permit me to introduce Mr. William

Johnson. One of the men I spoke of. How
do you do? It's a pleasure, Mr. White.

How do you do? How do you do, Mr. Kent?
Won't you sit down, please? Thank you.

I heard some drum talk back in the hills
a short time ago.

Said that two white strangers were
having a conference with Monsieur

Bergeron here at the hotel.

So I figured I had something to do with
the missing photographer and her

assistant. The drums spoke of Miss
White?

No, that was merely an assumption of my
part.

Which turned out to be correct.

And now that you gentlemen will excuse
me, I have some reports to get out.

And if you need any official assistance
from the Haitian government, please do

not hesitate to call on me. Thank you. I
appreciate it. I'll see you out.

What's that drum saying now, Mr.
Johnson?

Oh,

I'm sorry. I wasn't listening to the
drum. Did you happen to meet Miss White

while she was here in Cape Haitian? Yes,
I had the pleasure of meeting her and

her assistant, Nelson, I believe? Olsen.
Jim Olsen. Yes, we met at a party at

Monsieur Bergeret's home.

Incidentally.

Who's this ugly brute?

That's what we came down here to find
out.

A burglary tells me you've spent over 12
years down here in Haiti.

Yes, I'm sort of an amateur explorer and
do a little writing. Would you be

interested in guiding us into the bush
country?

If you're looking for him, Mr. White,
he's a Boko, voodoo doctor.

I've managed to stay healthy down here
by keeping out of voodoo. You don't

believe in voodoo. I believe in sharp
knives and poisons.

If your sister and young Olsen have been
unfortunate enough to fall into the

hands of voodoo cultists, my advice to
you is to forget about them and go back

to the States. We can do without that
kind of advice, Mr. Johnson.

Then at least have the good sense to
keep out of the jungle. Let the Haitian

gendarmes have it. That's what they paid
for.

Good night, Daniel. Good night.

Well, of all the conceited...

Good evening, gentlemen.

Sorry if I seem to be eavesdropping.

Seem to be?

Matter of fact, I wasn't. Just didn't
want to tangle up with Johnson.

We have a tendency to grate on each
other's nerves. Who are you and what do

you want?

I'm Dr. Leland Masters.

You're Miss White's brother, I take it?
I am.

Strong family resemblance.

Cranial structure very similar.

Anthropologist, I notice these things.

This is Mr. Kent.

Treasury told me about him. He's the
Englishman who's familiar with the bush

country. Ought to be.

Spent the last eight years tramping
through it, measuring skulls.

Ethnology. Tar some work.

Don't know why I ever took it up.

Dr. Masters, did you hear anything of
particular interest to you while you

were standing at that window?

I heard Johnson give you some good
advice about staying out of the bush.

Heard him give you some better advice
about not getting mixed up in voodoo.

Then I take it you wouldn't be
interested in guiding us into the bush

country. I didn't say that.

Said it's a good place to stay away
from.

But if you want to go in there looking
for your sister and the boy, I'll take

you. Tomorrow morning? 7.30? We'll be
ready.

Would you care to go out that way?

No. I'll go to the garden where I came
in. Just a moment, Doctor.

How did you know we were here?

I had a rod of drum talking.

I savvy that drum talk.

He doesn't mind.

Johnson left it.

Well, at least we've got a guide.

I wonder... What do you mean?

Ever notice how clean and fresh it is
down here, Chief? No soot, no grime.

What? I said no soot, no grime.

Of course not. This is a tropical
island, not Pittsburgh.

Well, I think I'll go to bed, Chief.

At 8 o'clock?

What's the matter with you, Kent?

A little while ago you wanted to take a
walk, now you want to go to bed.

I'm sorry, but... You've got to stay
here and go over those maps with me and

help plan tomorrow's trip into the bush.

Can't we do it in the morning?

All right. I'll do it myself.

Good night, Chief. Good night.

I'm Sir White.

You would like me to remove those heavy
iron chains from your wrist?

You still think they are made of paper?

They are not made of paper.

They are made of heavy iron.

Heavy, heavy iron.

Are they not?

Yes.

I will remove them if you will tell me
what you were doing in the secret

corridor of the Citadel.

I was taking pictures. Pictures of what?

What secret have you learned?

I don't know.

Tell me!

I don't remember.

Go back then to your cell and think.

And think until you do remember.

Miss White.

Yes?

Those chains on your wrist, they're only
paper. You can break them.

No.

They're made of iron.

They're only paper. I'll break them for
you. No.

Only Legbu can break these chains.

If anyone else breaks them, I will die.

You won't die? No, no. Please, no.

All right.

I won't touch them.

Tell me, do you know where Jim Olsen is?

You remember Jim Olsen, don't you?

They got you too, huh, Jim?

Superman! You all right? Sure, but
golly, how did you ever find me? Never

mind about that now.

What's happened to Miss White? She drank
some tea at Brogeret's house.

Tea? Yeah.

I didn't drink any.

I don't know whether Mr. Johnson or Dr.
Masters drank any.

They were there at Bergeret's place?
Yeah. I know Miss White drank some

because I saw her.

Go on.

Well, there must have been something in
it. What makes you think so? Because of

what happened after.

We left Bergeret's place and came up
here to the Citadel.

And a bunch of guys jumped out of the
bushes and grabbed us. Talk fast.

Someone's coming.

Well, that voodoo man, Legbo, brought us
into an underground room.

And he put paper chains on us and told
us they were iron. Well, Miss White

believed him, so I figured she must be
drugged.

So I pretended like I believed them too,
until I could get a chance to beat it

and get help.

Start digging.

Stop digging.

Turn.

Of what hidden things did the woman take
pictures?

I don't know.

You know.

I don't... No.

When you find the secret passage to
Kristoff's treasure, I will remove this

iron chain.

Yes.

Turn.

Dig.

It's all right. He's gone.

Colin, why didn't you grab him?

That's the guy that's gotten his wife
hypnotized or something.

No one can be hypnotized against his
will, Jim. Now, you were right the first

time.

She's controlling her mind.

She's drugged. What do we do?

Just keep up your act until I get back.

That leg moves crazy.

Boy, I'd like to get away from here.

You will. Don't worry. Just as soon as I
find out who's behind all this.

See you later.

Great Caesar's ghost. Are you going to
wear that outfit into the jungle? I

thought it might be better if I waited
and talked to Mr. Bergeret. I telephoned

him earlier this morning. He said he'd
come over. Do you mean to say you don't

want to go into the jungle?

I think I can do more good here, Chief.
Where it's nice and safe.

I have a theory I want to work out.

Sometimes I wonder... What's the use?

Trail of Fog's here.

That one goes to the village of Tiburon.

And that one?

That goes up to the Citadel.

We'd better take the trail to Tiburon.
Why not to the Citadel?

There's a lot of bush talk about strange
things going on up there.

Probably voodoo. Then we'll go to the
Citadel.

I'm sorry to be late, Monsieur Kent, but
I was unavoidably detained. That's quite

all right. Tell me, is there a chemist
or a chemical laboratory here in Cape

Haitian? No, but there is such a
government laboratory in Port-au-Prince.

Do you wish something analyzed?

Yes, I do.

In regard to the disappearance of
Mademoiselle White? That's right.

Then permit me to be of assistance.

I will take you to Port-au-Prince
immediately in the government plane.

Well, I'm in quite a hurry. Then we will
leave at once, and I will personally

introduce you to the government chemist,
Dr. Simon Gerard. Thank you.

What's the matter?

This trail is closed.

What do you mean, closed?

That is a voodoo lock of anger. So what?

To cross over one of them is supposed to
mean death.

Of all the ridiculous things.

That's what I think of voodoo.

Don't move.

What the... Get your hands up.

I'll be happy to conduct an analysis as
quickly as possible, Monsieur Kent.

But these things take time.

Thank you, Dr. Girard. I'll wait.

If you wish.

I have some business to attend to at the
courthouse, Monsieur Kent.

I shall rejoin you here later. Thank
you.

Looks like he found us.

Why did you come through the bush
showing my photograph to natives and

asking where I could be found? What have
you done with my sister?

That is an interesting question.

There'll be a lot more interesting
questions when the gendarmes get here.

If they do get here, monsieur, they will
not find any witnesses to testify

against me.

You are a student of Haitian history,
Monsieur le Docteur.

I will spare you so that later you may
answer some questions for me.

Thank you.

You will go in there for the present,
Monsieur le Docteur.

My advice to you, Mr. White, is to
cooperate.

I have another one for you.

Go in quietly, monsieur.

Keith! Keith, it's me, Barry.

Keith, don't you recognize me?

Get in there.

So you knew it was only paper.

Get in there.

This is the most interesting room that
you have entered.

It is known as the wine place.

Do you see that small stone gutter and
that little hole in the floor?

That is so the wine can run through when
the grapes are squeezed.

I am now going to remove the hypnotic
spell from Miss White.

And then I'm going to ask her a
question.

Upon her answer depend your lives.

But she doesn't know the answer.

It will be most unfortunate for all of
you if she does not.

Miss Wyatt, turn toward me.

I only know that when I gave him the
result of the analysis, he seemed very

excited and left at once, asking me to
tell you that he had to return to Cape

Haitian immediately.

But if he was in such a hurry, why did
he not wait for me? I had agreed to

return him by airplane.

What substance was on the handkerchief?

Burnt sienna, cocoa butter, bolognese.

Can you tell me, Mr. Bergeret, what
possible significance that could have?

I am not sure, but excuse me, monsieur
le docteur. I must return to keep his

cell at once.

taking pictures in the lower corridors,
except for photographic interest.

I didn't see any secret doors.

I'm not convinced that you're telling
the truth.

So?

What are you going to do?

I'm going to use this room for the same
purpose that Henri Christophe used it.

Heavens! Thanks, Superman.

Where's Dr. Masters? Locked behind that
stone wall.

What?

Who are you?

That's Superman.

I always thought you were only a legend.

one mixed up in this. I think Dr.
Masters knows some of the answers.

You're quite wrong. I know nothing of
this. Someone does.

Now watch.

It's Johnson!

I didn't think you were this big a fool.

All this voodoo rigmarole is a blind.

to cover up his attempt to steal the
crystal treasure.

I'll find it, Jim. Don't you worry.

But why did you think I knew anything
about the treasure? Why?

I saw you swooping around the Citadel
with a camera. My sister happens to be a

photographer, and you can't take
photographs without a camera. Harry,

don't lose your temper. Lose my temper?
I almost lost my life over this imbecile

digging for treasure.

You'll get plenty of digging in prison.

Well, don't be afraid of this tea, Jim.
I made it personally.

No, thank you. I think I'll still stick
to water.

The prodigal son returns.

Hi, Mr. Kent. Hiya, Jim.

Hello, Miss White. Glad to see you safe
and sound.

I'm glad to be safe and sound, Mr. Kent,
I assure you.

Where have you been?

Port-au-Prince.

Port-au-Prince, eh? We came close to
being crushed to death. We could have

all been killed if it hadn't been for
Superman.

Really? Golly, you've never seen
anything like it. The walls were closing

in and we were all being crushed.

But, Monsieur Kent, how... How did you
get back here so quickly?

I flew.