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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.

Hello, Butler.

Hmm?

Oh, hello, Conway.

Are you alone?

Mm-hmm. Join me.

Oh, thanks. I will.

Drink? No, thanks.

I was just reading about Superman's latest exploit.

Fabulous character.

Even more fabulous than the fabulous Mr. Butler, huh?

A good deal more. Have you seen this?

Superman wages war against crime.

He closed 14 gambling places in two hours.

Single-handed.

Simply amazing.

Do I detect a note of anger?

You certainly do.

Can you imagine having that much power?

The power to fly like a bird?

To span thousands of miles in the twinkling of an eye?

To smash through concrete walls as if they were paper.

To defy authority without fear of punishment.

But Superman doesn't defy authority.

He cooperates with it. I know.

But he has the power to if he wants to exercise it. That's what counts. The

power. The ability.

What would you do with all this power if you had it?

If you were Superman?

Let's not go into that.

But I was thinking while I was reading that paper.

Almost better than being Superman would be having the ability to control him.

If you accomplish that, let me know about it, will you? I have a few odd

jobs I'd like them to do for me.

To be able to say you control Superman, even if it were only for 30 minutes,

why?

It's like saying you hold the world in the palm of your hand.

No king, no emperor, no dictator ever had more power.

Aren't you getting a little too serious about this, Butler?

I never was more serious in my life.

I'd give almost anything I own to be able to control Superman for just 30

minutes. That's impossible, so why talk about it?

I don't think it's impossible.

Would you like to make a little bet?

You know, I should have suspected, knowing you, that you were leading up to

something like this.

Okay, what's the gimmick? No gimmick.

I'll make you a bet I can control Superman for 30 minutes.

So just what do you mean by control?

Make him do my bidding, keep him in my power.

For 30 minutes?

That's right.

Okay.

You've got a bet.

How much?

$100,000.

Aren't you going a little steep?

You want me to do the impossible, don't you?

Let's make it worthwhile.

All right.

You're on.

$100,000. You can't control Superman for 30 minutes.

Now I think I'll have that drink.

I have to say, I will say only to Miss Lane.

Privately. He says he has to see you privately.

Yes, ma'am.

It's the third door on the left.

Third door on the left.

Come in.

How do you do, Miss Lane? My name is Baum.

B-A-U-M. No, not B-A-U-M. B-O-M-B.

Baum.

That's a rather odd name.

Yes.

And my first name is Human.

I am a human bomb.

I'm sorry. I have other things to do now. So if you'll please excuse me. Just

a moment, please.

Of all the ridiculous things.

Why, you're crazy.

Go ahead. You may call anyone you wish.

Hello, send Mr. Kent in here quickly.

He's out?

Well, send someone in here, anyone.

If this is your idea of a joke, I don't think much of your sense of humor.

Believe me, it's no joke.

Hey, what's going on here?

What's the idea?

He says he's a human bomb, Jim.

You mean he's going to explode?

Whether I do or not depends entirely on Miss Lane.

Take that handcuff off, Miss Lane, or I'll poke you one. Be careful, young

man. If I press this button, all three of us will be blown to kingdom come.

Oh, who are you trying to kid? That stuff isn't dynamite.

Examine it.

It looks real.

All right, let's assume it is real.

What do you want?

Money, I suppose.

No, not money. At least not from you.

All I want is Superman.

In the first place, what makes you think I could deliver Superman to you? And if

I could, what do you want with him? Just a small favor.

Jim, get Mr. Kent.

No, wait. No, wait. Get the chief.

Okay. And should I phone the police? By all means, Jim. And shut the door. He

should go out. Please.

You'll go to jail for this. You know that.

Probably.

But it should be worth it.

Do you mind if I sit down? You better not.

As a matter of fact, this office may become a little crowded as soon as your

young friend has given the alarm.

And I don't like to be crowded.

We're quite high, aren't we?

We wouldn't be crowded out on that ledge, would we?

Well, it might be a little windy.

Let's try it and find out. No, please. I can't stand heights. I get sick and

dizzy. Be careful, Miss Lane, the detonator.

Be a good girl, Miss Lane, and do as I say.

No answer, Kent's apartment.

He must be on his way over. Gosh, I hope so.

Somebody's got to do something.

What do you mean, somebody's got to do something?

Are you inferring that Kent can do anything I can't do? Golly, no, Mr.

White. It's only that Miss Lane's in there with that nut, and sometimes Mr.

Kent can get in touch with Superman.

Are you inferring that Superman can do something I can't do? Well, I guess

maybe you're going to fire me, Chief, but let's face it. The answer is yes.

Yes, you're right. Let's go.

Are you trying to kid me?

Honest, Chief, they were here, but they're not here now, are they?

Sam, where did Lois go?

Didn't see her come out, boss.

Whoa!

Lois, come in from there this minute.

I'd love to, Chief, but he won't let me.

Quick, get me police headquarters.

Deputy Inspector Hill.

Let's go inside where we can talk this thing over calmly.

No, in fact, I think we'll move a few steps farther on. We're just a trifle

too close to that window.

It's your high heels.

on the ledge.

Superman there yet?

Nope.

That's a real stick of dynamite if I ever saw one, Mr. Kent. Did you ever see

a real stick of dynamite, Jim? Well, no, but it sure looks real.

It says dynamite right on it. It doesn't mean a thing.

Clark, would you please do something? Get Superman.

An excellent idea, Mr. Kent. By all means, get Superman.

You think I can turn Superman on and off like a faucet? This has gone far enough.

Come in here, you two.

Not until Superman arrives, Mr. Kent.

Chief, I never thought the Daily Planet would be guilty of a thing like this.

What do you mean?

The cheapest kind of publicity stunt.

Manufacturing headlines.

But, Mr. Kent, this is for real, for sure.

And risking the life not only of some stuntman, but that of Lois, too. Well,

if she's crazy enough to let you talk her into it. And you're crazy if you

think we're going to... Sure, I'm crazy if I let myself become a part of this

kind of sensational journalism.

Oh, but look, Mr. Kent. I don't want any part of it. I'm leaving.

Superman to show up. I hardly think so. Superman always seems to show up

whenever you're in trouble.

It may even be that he's fond of you.

Cigarette, Miss Lane?

No, thanks.

And I just assume you didn't smoke either with all that dynamite.

How did you find out about this? It's hardly any secret.

Now, what is it you want?

Just your company for 30 minutes. He's crazy.

This is some cheap publicity stunt.

Hardly. Both the danger and the dynamite are real.

If you have any doubts, you'll find a stick of it on Miss Lane's desk.

Chief, Superman's here.

Thank heaven.

Is that the dynamite? Yes, this, uh... This human bomb character gave it to

Jimmy to prove he wasn't faking. He isn't. It looks like dynamite, feels

like dynamite, and smells like dynamite. Couldn't you take it to the police lab,

Inspector Hill, and have it analyzed or something? Now, look here, Olsen. I

guess if I say it's dynamite... We'll soon find out.

It's rigged with a detonating cap.

Jim, hand me the flash gun from that camera, will you please?

Great Jesus, Ghost, you're not going to... Not in here, Mr. White.

Thank you.

You're convinced my dynamite is real.

Just what is it you want?

Your company and your cooperation.

You'll have to be more explicit.

I want your cooperation for 30 minutes while I win a bet. A bet? Yes.

I've wagered $100,000 that I can have a robbery committed at a time and place

which you, Superman, are aware of, and that you will do nothing to prevent it.

That guy is nuts.

Do you mean to tell me that you're actually risking not only your own life,

but that of Miss Lane as well, just to win a bet?

Obviously, you don't know me.

I enjoy living dangerously. Stay where you are. The robbery I spoke of will

take place within 30 minutes at the Metropolis Museum.

Nothing of great value will be stolen.

In any event, it will be returned.

You will remain here, and you will do nothing to prevent the robbery.

Is that clear?

It may be clear to him, but it's not to me. Please, Inspector, don't interfere.

Let him handle it. Well, do we have a deal or don't we? What happens at the

end of 30 minutes?

I release Miss Lane? All right.

All right what? You can go ahead with your robbery.

Where are you going?

Inside. It makes me nervous to see Miss Lane out here.

It makes you nervous?

I warn you, Superman, don't leave.

You'll see me.

Superman went into Kent's office. Come on.

Please, Inspector, let me take a couple of boys out on the ledge and grab that

guy. Not now, Riley. Maybe later.

Okay, let's go.

What are you doing?

There's a tape recorder in Mr. White's office, isn't there? Yes. Get it.

Make a one-line recording.

Okay.

Now, the next time I speak to that character on the ledge, get it on the

tape.

Superman!

Superman?

I want your assurance that you're staying there.

No comment until the time limit is up.

You mean you're just going to sit there and leave me out here?

No comment until the time limit is up.

Good.

Now, the next time either here or Miss Lane speaks to me, play it back.

Would you mind telling us just what you're up to?

Mr. White, will you step in front of that window, please, and block their

view for a minute?

Inspector, take off your coat, please.

there, Superman?

No comment until the time limit is up.

Sit there.

Don't move.

Where are you going?

I'll be back in a few minutes.

You're still there, I see.

No comment until the time limit is up.

Better let me handle that thing.

It won't be much longer, Miss Lane.

I just told Miss Lane it won't be much longer, Superman.

I turned the wrong switch. I wiped it off the tape.

Slucky said it twice. It's on the tape again further back.

I said it won't be much longer.

Huh, Superman?

No comment until the time limit is up.

The guy's a fake.

What isn't there? Oh, nothing.

Hello, Miriam?

Yeah, it's me, Jim.

Look, Miriam, I may not be able to keep that date tonight.

No, maybe not tomorrow night either.

Maybe never.

But, Miriam, I wanted you to know that I... Well, golly, Miriam, you know what

I mean.

You do?

Well, goodbye, Miriam.

You get it? Sure, a sedge.

Move over.

Well, let's go.

Get going.

Something's wrong.

Well, put her in gear.

I got her in gear.

Well, we ain't moving.

There is a spitter. Can't you hear him?

Look.

Superman!

All right, boys. There's a police station right around the corner.

The sergeant will be very happy to give you both free room and board.

Just a few more minutes, Superman.

No comment until the time limit is up.

How does it feel to be hogtied for once?

No comment until the time limit is up.

Just keep right on sitting there, Superman.

I haven't taken my eyes off that window for a second.

Get back.

Jim, for heaven's sake. I'm not going to get back.

Unless that phony gets himself and you inside the office pronto, I'm going to

whack him over the head with his niblick or whatever it is. I've warned you. Go

on, press the button. You know nothing's going to happen.

Superman, you better get this young fool off my neck.

No comment until the time limit is up.

Yeah, if I'm a young fool, you're a new one. Because Superman isn't even in

there. They've got his voice on a tape recorder.

Jim, please.

You're lying.

That stupid kid.

Mr. White, Inspector Hill, if Superman's in there, tell him to come to the

window. Don't listen to that kid.

Both of you get in here instantly or you're fired.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. White, but I can't let anybody push Miss Lane around.

He double-crossed me. Superman double-crossed me. Please, you don't

understand. I understand perfectly.

Now, take that handcuff off, Miss Lane.

Okay, Miss Lane. Now, squeeze by me and climb through the window.

Jim, there isn't enough room. You go first.

Either of you goes in until I've left.

Come on, Miss Lane, please.

Now I go and don't anyone try to stop me. You're not going anywhere.

I've warned you.

Go on, press that dopey button. You know nothing's going to happen because that's

phony dynamite. Olsen, stay away from him. Keep back.

Go on, why don't you try to blow me up?

You stupid fake fool.

Jim! Somebody do something. He'll be killed.

No, no, you might hit Jim.

Anytime I can ever do anything for you.

Just... Everything under control, Inspector?

Why, did you like this sort of work?

Jim, why did you go out there?

Gosh, I was only trying to save Miss Lane.

And besides, I knew the dynamite that guy had strapped to him was phony. You

knew it was phony? How, Jim?

Well, because that first stick of dynamite he showed his set on it was

made by the Apex Powder Company.

But when I looked for the Apex Powder Company in the phone book, it wasn't

even listed.

But the first stick did explode, remember?

And the fact that a company isn't in the Metropolis phone book doesn't mean that

it isn't in some other city.

Oh.

Hey, do you know who this crazy loon is?

He's Betamillion Butler.

He'll bet on anything.

Now it's my turn to blow up.

Well, we can take him down to headquarters now, Riley, and we don't

have to pamper him on the way.

No matter what happened, Jim, I want you to know I appreciate the risk you took

for me.

And I wouldn't be surprised if the paper could spare a little raise for you,

providing you don't pull any more fool stunts. Golly, thanks, Chief, and

thanks, Miss Lane.

Oh, it's you.

I'm glad to see you finally come to your senses and cut out that crazy publicity

gang. Yeah, some gag.

And where were you during all this, if I may ask?

Me? I went fishing.

Caught a big one, too.