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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.

get to pull this trigger.

Take it easy, Shorty. You got nothing to draw a beat on until Ken answers that

telephone. How much time we got, Inspector?

We better leave in five minutes if we expect to catch that plane.

You're ready in four.

Optimist. Maybe them California lines are busy and the boss can't get through.

What's the matter? You trigger happy?

Just got an itchy finger.

There she goes. Get set.

Mind catching that for me, Inspector?

Hello?

Only, Shorty.

That's the copper. We want Kent.

Okay.

For you, Kent. Long distance.

Thanks.

Hello. Kent speaking.

It's Hollywood.

All I can see now is the back of that copper.

You'll move.

Kent, boss.

Hello, Kent.

Luigi Dinelli.

It's Dinelli. They tell me you and Inspector Henderson are coming out here

to work in the movies.

That's right, Dinelli.

National Studios bought that series of articles I wrote about you for the Daily

Planet.

Czar of the Underworld, you remember?

I didn't like what them articles said in the paper, Kent.

I'm going to like them less than the movies.

Well, now, that's too bad, Luigi. What do you suggest?

Friends of mine tell me that picture shouldn't ought to be made.

They say you and Henderson should call off your trip.

The copper moved. Come on, make with the trigger.

I'm pulling on it, but nothing happens.

You're telling me. Ah, she must have jammed. Well, open her up and fix it.

The boss will keep you gabbing until he hears the shot. Okay, okay, take it

easy. And another thing, Luigi.

You better tell your friend Zarv the underworld starts shooting tomorrow

morning. And Inspector Henderson and I intend to be on hand for the occasion.

And you can tell him from me, Janelli, that this picture will pack more wallop

than a Tommy gun.

When you see the stuff we're putting into it, you won't be able to find a

hole deep enough to crawl into.

Luigi? That was Inspector Henderson. Well, how do you like that?

I finally get her working again, and all I can see is that copper's back.

I'm sorry, Luigi, but I'm afraid we'll have to cut this short.

We have to shove off to the airport.

See you in sunny California.

I'm warning you, Kent.

You and that copper won't leave California alive if you go ahead with

that picture. It's too late to stop them now, Luigi.

They start shooting tomorrow morning. And friends of mine are liable to start

shooting, too.

Tell them to contact me any time after tomorrow at National Studios.

Now!

Keep back, Inspector.

But they tried to plug you. Skip it. Come on, we're late.

But, Kent, that call was a plan to get you to the phone. It was an attempted

murder. We haven't got time to worry about that now.

Come on, let's go.

Got a match, bud?

So this is Hollywood. Not quite. Hollywood's about ten miles north of

here. Oh? Let's get a cab.

Excuse me, are you Inspector Henderson?

That's right.

Mr. Abner sent me to drive you and Mr. Kent to the studio.

Well, this is certainly rolling out the red carpet. Yes, sir.

I'll take your bags.

Thank you.

Right this way, gentlemen.

I'd like to meet a few of these movie stars before we pull out.

I'd settle for five minutes with that Luigi Dinelli myself.

I'd like to repay him for that telephone call last night. He'll get paid once

this movie comes out.

What's wrong?

Why'd we pull in here? The right rear tire saw. Got to check it.

Only be a couple of seconds, gentlemen.

This is the life, boy. Private car, chauffeur.

Chauffeur, my eye. Doc, it's a trap.

Kent, where are you? Stay down.

Don't move.

Don't worry. We'll walk right out again.

Just don't move.

Get your car around the back. All set.

Okay. Luigi's going to take care of them two in person.

Let's go.

How'd you do it? We were locked in here. One of the little tricks that Superman

taught me.

You know, Kent, sometimes I get a feeling you are Superman.

I may have to be to get this picture made.

it once again.

You were late again with that pistol cue, Dexter.

Let's go, Dexter. We can't spend all day in this shot, you know.

Call a doctor.

This man's dead.

Dead?

Get that rifle, Kent.

It's only loaded with blanks.

That's what you think.

How many times must I tell you not to barge into my office without knocking? I

know, Chief, but this is important. Don't call me Chief.

Yes, Chief. I mean, yes, Mr. White.

Okay, what is it?

It just came in over the press wire.

Hollywood. Flash.

Alan Dexter, motion picture star, shot and killed on National Studios set today

while filming crime expose, Czar of the Underworld. More to follow.

Let me see that.

Yes, Mr. Wise?

Get me Clark Kent or Inspector Henderson at the National Studios in Hollywood.

A perfect setup for a scoop.

My own reporter right there on the scene and what happens. I've got to get the

news over to Presswire.

Just wait till I get Kent on the phone. Just wait!

When did that come in? Just a few minutes ago. Well, go out and see if

there's any more.

Yes, sir.

I have Inspector Henderson on number four, Mr. White.

Okay. Hello.

Hello. On number four, Mr. Watson.

Hello. Hello.

Hello. Hello. Is that you, Henderson?

Yes. How are you, Mr. White?

I'm fit to be tied. That's how I am. Where's Kent?

Probably checking up on something. We've had a little trouble out here, you know.

Oh, really? How would I know? Did anybody ever tell me anything?

You tell Kent for me that in case he's forgotten, he's still working for the

Daily Planet and not the National Studios.

Now listen, Mr. White.

And furthermore, when a story breaks and he's on the scene, I expect to get my

information from him and not from a press service.

If that Hollywood stuff's gone to his head, you can tell him from me he can

stay out there and not bother to come back.

Now be reasonable, White. Be reasonable, be reasonable. Great Caesar's ghost.

Well, if you'll stop shouting for a minute and let me explain.

Go ahead, but...

haven't had a chance to breathe since we got out here.

And then this thing had to happen. What thing?

Well, Alan Dexter's murder.

Are you sure it was murder?

No question about it. And Kent didn't notify me.

Didn't even have the common decency to call me and tip me off.

No, I've got to get my information from a press service.

Mr. White. What does that that nincompoop think I pay his salary for?

To keep me in the dark when a big story breaks?

Hasn't he any loyalty to me or to the paper?

Didn't it occur to him that we might be interested in getting that story before

every other newspaper in the country got it? Or doesn't he care?

Now, that's ridiculous. I told you that... I don't care what you told me.

All I know is Kent was on the scene when it happened. And all I've got in this

office is a news teletype report.

Did you hear me? A news teletype report instead of an eyewitness account from my

own reporter.

I'm sorry, Mr. White, but I have to attend a meeting with the head of the

studio and the police chief.

That's right.

I take it, gentlemen, that your verdict is murder. No question about it, Mr.

Abner. Dexter was shot through the heart by a live bullet. Someone slipped into

the chamber with the automatic rifle.

Which means Dinelli has a confederate right here in the studio.

Well, who is it? We checked every person on the stage. No suspects.

Evidently, Dinelli's playing for keeps.

And so are we, Mr. Kent. He's not going to stop production on this picture.

I replaced Dexter with a new leading man this afternoon, and we resume shooting

in the morning. What about the actors and crew? Will they go along, Mr. Kerr?

100%. Does that go for you and Inspector Henderson, too?

Mr. Abner, we came out here to do a job. And we're staying until it's finished.

Good. Thank you.

I don't think there's anything more for me to say. I want to see you in my

office car.

Mr. Carr was telling me Dexter lived right here in this trailer.

That's right, Mr. Kent.

He had it fixed up with all the latest improvements.

Running water, telephone, all the comforts of home.

Sounds great.

Say, do you think it would be all right if I slept in here tonight?

Sure, if you really want to. Now, why would anyone want to sleep alone in a

place like that?

You're welcome to keep me company if you want, Inspector. With a complimentary

suite at the Mark Stevens Hotel?

No, thank you. Would you like to look at the inside of the trailer? Yes, I would.

Thank you.

Now, what do you suppose he's up to?

Reporters always got to be snooping around. It's in their blood.

Buy you a beer, Chief?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

Send them in.

Hey, boss, I got news for you. Yeah? I was just talking to Frank.

So what?

They put another actor in Dexter's place and they're going ahead with the picture

starting tomorrow morning.

What else?

Frank also told me to tell you Clark Kent's spending the night at the studio.

He's going to sleep in Dexter's dressing room on stage 13.

Where's the copper stain?

Henderson, the Mark Stevens.

Tommy? Yeah?

Is Frank still at the studio?

No, but he'll be home in half an hour.

Okay, get in touch with him.

Yeah.

Tell him he's working tonight.

Okay, boss.

Frank Dinelli, the brother of Luigi, that's the one I want the information

on. The Los Angeles police haven't got any more than what's right there.

Nothing since 1938?

That's the year he got out of San Quentin. He disappeared after that. He

probably had his face lifted, changed his name.

Started life all over again, somewhere where nobody knew him.

Mm-hmm.

That address on Luigi's, is it still good? We can put our finger on him any

time. The trouble is, we can never get the goods on him. He's too smart, even

for the FBI.

Oh, they always slip up sooner or later, even the smartest of them.

Yes, I know, but Donnelly's been getting away with murder for 20 years.

I have a funny feeling tonight's the night.

You still planning on going ahead with your plans to spend the night?

You still gonna spend the night in here?

Why not?

Well, if Dexter's murderer is still around the studio, you might give him

ideas.

Nothing like a well-baited hook to catch a big fish.

Yes, but you might be baiting that hook with your life, Kent.

Don't worry.

I intend to take every precaution to keep it.

You reporters have certainly got a lot of nerve.

Sometimes we have to have it.

What are you doing snooping around there at this time of night?

Fine.

I was just lining up my camera angles for tomorrow morning's work.

What are you pointing that gun at me for?

Better luck next time, Chief.

Well, I always say you can't be too careful. I'm sorry, Mr. Carr.

Good night. Good night.

Well, I'd better get going. Can I drop you off somewhere? I'm just on my way

home. No, I want to have a quick talk with an old friend.

Well, maybe you're going in my direction.

No, I'm going to mosey along by myself, if you don't mind.

This old friend of mine is allergic to uniforms, especially police uniforms.

Good night. Good night.

There have been no new developments in the mysterious murder of screen star

Alan Dexter, who was shot to death this morning while rehearsing a scene for the

forthcoming motion picture crime expose, Czar of the Underworld. The police are

making every effort to uncover a clue to the murderer's identity, but as yet have

been unable to explain how the live bullet that killed Dexter got into the

automatic rifle fired by a fellow actor on the movie set.

Good evening, Denali.

What's the idea?

The window?

I was in a hurry. I just took a shortcut.

Wise guy, huh?

Tommy, Ollie, come in here.

I was wondering when you'd do that.

Any more, Luigi?

Your aim's bad, Luigi.

Now, what are you going to do with the empty gun?

I want you to come to the studio with me so I can show you how movies are made.

No, I won't go. Yes, you will.

Come in.

This steak is so good, waiter, I think I'll have another.

Might as well, since the studio's paying for it.

Superman. How are you, Inspector?

I'm never happy in my life. So I see.

Well, after all, the studio's paying for it. I know.

Well, is it any fault of mine if Kent decides to stay away when all this is

given to us for free? I heard you think Kent's just twiddling his thumbs.

What brought you out here? The same business that brought you and Kent,

Inspector. We can sure use you. This Dinelli's a tough customer.

I think we've got him where I want him.

You've seen him already?

Returned the greetings he extended to you and Kent this morning.

We can always count on you.

Inspector, how would you like to be on the kill tonight?

The kill?

Yes, if you can tear yourself away from your dinner.

Oh, I finished mine already. I was eating Kent's. I see.

Well, here's the situation.

I just left Dinelli sound asleep in a trailer on stage 13 at the studio.

Dinelli in the trailer? How'd you do it?

Oh, a little artificial persuasion. Yes, but where's Kent?

Oh, he's around somewhere.

The point is... If the murderer shows up to try any more funny business, I'd much

rather Dinelli be in that trailer than Kent. No telling who it is in the dark.

Exactly. Well, shall we go?

After you.

What's that noise?

It's the motor on that car.

Open that trailer door.

That little carbon monoxide deal was meant for me. For you? I mean for Kent.

I'd better take a look at Denali.

I'm sorry. It's clear in there now.

How is he?

All right.

He's out cold, but we got here just in time.

What was that?

It's our murderer. Where?

Up there on that light button.

Yes. Chief to you and all the rest of them.

My real name is Frank... All

right,

Inspector. Put the cops on him. What do you know? Luigi Dinelli in custody.

You got nothing on me.

This time we have, Luigi. We've got you for keeps.

What for?

Murder, my friend. The murder of your own brother, Frank Dinelli.

I didn't kill him. He was dying already. I only put him out of his misery.

That's your story. It's also possible you killed him to keep him from talking.

What do I care if he talked? It's got nothing to do with me. I've got nothing

to be afraid of. What about the murder of Alan Dexter?

Okay, so Frank put the live bullet in that rifle they were playing with on the

movie set.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Yes, it has. You were giving Frank his orders.

I'd like to see you prove that. We'll prove it.

Kent would get a big kick out of this. The czar of the underworld in bracelets.

Too bad he isn't here.

Oh, he's here.

In a way.