All language subtitles for 024 - 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
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.

Two of the best stilts and wrenches ever
made.

Toss them away.

And there goes a slow valve that ain't
even hardly worn.

Get every piece of equipment in that
hole and then bury it.

What's the idea, Corrigan? This stuff
costs money.

The idea is because I'm telling you to
and I'm responsible for it, not you.

Hey, car coming down the hill.

Thank you for remembering, Mr. Craig.

Well, folks, there it is.

Havenhurst Experimental No. 1. How does
it look?

Just like any other oil well. Above
ground, sure, but take my word for it,

it's the deepest ever drilled.

Now, wait a minute. Don't take my word
for it. Hey, Pop, this is Miss Lane and

Mr. Kent.

How do you do? I'm Shannon, best
watchman in the oil field.

Pop, these folks are going to do a
feature story on the well.

Oh, newspaper reporters, huh? That's
right.

Well, I'm afraid you're a little bit
late.

They're just shutting her down.

They're what?

Shutting her down.

What's the big idea?

I wouldn't know.

Mr. Corrigan gave the order.

They just pulled the last drill, and now
they're stripping the base.

Well, it's a fine thing, and nobody
tells me.

How can I handle public relations if I
don't know what's going on?

Excuse me. This is just ducky.

If they've shut down, there must be some
reason.

Was the well a dufter?

This well?

No, sir.

Truck gas of 13.2.

And when you strike gas, you look for
oil.

Figures. Well, it was a nice plane trip
anyway.

But wait till the chief hears about
this.

He'll blow his top.

It might be a story and the deepest oil
we'll ever abandon.

What'll I do for pictures?

Just take out your brownie and get some
of the derrick.

Okay.

But why is nothing ever easy?

They can't do this to me, Bill. I won't
stand for it. Look at the spot it puts

me in. I get these people to make a
2,500-mile trip all the way from

Metropolis. And now what?

All I know is I made my report to the
home office last Monday. The following

day, the order came through to shut her
down. Well, if you ask me, it doesn't

add up.

Mr. Corrigan, just what was in that
report? I mean the one that you sent to

the home office.

You're the newspaper man. That's right.
I'm Clark Kent from Metropolis Daily

Planet. And this is Miss Lane.

Too bad you came all the way out here
for nothing.

It's one of those things, I guess.

What about that report?

That company business, Mr. Kent.

Confidential. I see. Now, Bill, we
promised these people full cooperation.

Well, then you cooperate. I haven't got
the time.

Okay, Eddie.

Let's dump those shackles. Mr. Corcoran,
would you mind answering just one

question? Now, what is it?

How far down did you get before you
stopped drilling?

32,740 feet.

32,000.

Well, that's more than six miles down.

Good heavens, practically to the center
of the earth.

Well, not quite.

But it's deeper than man's ever gone
before.

Mind if I get a few shots?

Now, go ahead.

I'm awfully sorry about this, Mr. Kent,
but you see how it is.

The right hand never knows what the left
hand is doing. We'll put you folks up at

the hotel in Sillsby for tonight.

Company's expense, of course.

I'm really sorry you came all this way
without getting a story.

Not so sure we won't get a story.

Hello there.

You all packed?

Uh-huh. How about you?

I thought I'd wait till morning.

Well, it certainly is a gay and cheerful
little place, isn't it?

Sillsby. Population 1,430. Home of the
world's deepest oil well.

Big deal.

Too bad Craig doesn't like to drive at
night. Otherwise, we'd have been on our

way to Dallas by now.

Where is Craig?

Turned in. Said he was all worn out from
this afternoon.

Well, he left us the keys to the car in
case you want to go anywhere.

Oh, fine.

Well, at least I can say I've seen
Pillsby.

Couldn't have lived without it.

What were you reading?

Anything interesting?

As a matter of fact, Lois, I wasn't
reading.

I was sitting here thinking.

What about?

About Corrigan.

His attitude this afternoon.

Oh, he's just a fool.

I don't know.

I think I'll drive out to the well.

What for?

Oh, nothing. Look around. Maybe talk to
the watchman.

Good idea. I'll go with you. Now, Lois,
what do you possibly expect to find out

there this time of night? What do you
expect to find, Mr. Kent?

All right.

Come along.

Well, where do we start?

Great Scott

Is

he

dead?

Heart attack?

I don't know

Now, Clark, don't go building this thing
up. He was an old man. He had a heart

attack. It's as simple as that.

I wonder.

Those oranges on the floor, how'd they
get there?

Well, he was probably sitting in this
chair when the attack came on.

He tried to get up. The sack of oranges
was on the table.

He knocked it over with his arm and the
oranges spilled out on the floor.

Well, that's fine except for one thing.

How'd that sack get over here?

Good question.

Well, we better notify somebody, the
sheriff or constable or... Call Craig.

Let him handle it. I'm going outside and
take a look around.

Hello, operator. Would you give me the
hotel in Silsby?

Hello, I'd like to speak to Mr. Craig.

Craig, that's right.

No. You all right?

What happened?

Answer me.

Hello, who's this?

Craig. This is Clark Kent.

Now listen, I want you to get a hold of
the sheriff and court and get over here

right away.

I'm at the well. No, I can't explain.
Now just get over as quick as you can.

Nothing out there.

What's the verdict, Doc?

Oh, it looks like a heart attack.

It'll take an autopsy to make that
official.

I don't find any signs of violence. How
old was he?

Close to 70.

That's probably it, then.

I'll send Regan up for the body.

Doctor, could Shannon have been
frightened to death?

Frightened? Yes, I mean by something he
saw.

Oh, possibly.

A sudden shock could have caused an
attack, provided he had a heart

condition to begin with.

Oh, Miss Lane, remember and take another
one of those capsules before you go to

bed.

Good night, all. Good night, Doc.

Well, I don't reckon there's much more
we can do up here.

Well, aren't you going to do anything
about those creatures?

Now, Miss Lane, Mr. Corrigan and me, we
looked all over and we couldn't... You

don't believe me. You think I made the
whole thing up.

The inquest will likely be on Wednesday.

We'll leave you, folks. I'll be there.

Oh, come on, Clark.

Let's get back to the hotel.

Wait a minute. Somebody has to stay with
the body until the undertaker gets here.

I'll stay.

I guess I will, too. That is, if you
don't mind giving me a lift back to

town. Well, we'll be on our way. See you
later.

Yes, you know why I hung around, Mr.
Corrigan.

No, why?

I thought you might be ready to talk
now.

About what?

About that report you submitted to the
home office.

Just why did you close the well down?

I told you once.

The report's confidential.

That was this afternoon.

Shannon was still alive then.

And why did you bury those tools?

Kent, you're a newspaper man.

You want a story.

Well, I can give you one that's so big,
so fantastic, that you wouldn't dare

print it. Whatever you can prove, I'll
print.

Okay.

Well, we started drilling 21 months ago,
September the 5th.

Nine months later, June the 3rd, we hit
24,810 feet.

deeper than any well's ever been drilled
before.

June the 26th, at 30,000 feet, I took a
sample of the stuff that we'd been

boring through, put it in a test tube,
labeled it, and stuck it in the rack.

This one.

I switched off the lights and started to
leave, and then I remembered that I'd

left my keys on the table.

I turned to get them, and this is what I
saw.

Radium? That's what it looks like.

A friend of mine is coming out with a
Geiger counter tonight.

That's a good idea. It might just be
harmless phosphorescence.

Well, that's what I figured. Until this
last one.

That one looks as hot as a fireman's
helmet.

Those five samples, they're taken at
various levels.

At intervals of 500 feet.

And the radium content increases.

Well, that's what scared me.

I was afraid if we went any deeper that
we'd be coming up with almost pure

radium. And I wouldn't want to expose
anyone to that.

But you did go deeper.

Yes.

At 32,600 feet, the drill broke through.

Broke through what?

And it was hanging in midair, as though
we'd gone through the last solid layer

of the Earth.

And after that?

Nothing. Just empty space.

You mean the center of the Earth is
hollow?

Is there any other explanation?

Well, anyway, when I got the drill head
up, it had sort of a funny look to it.

What do you mean, funny?

I don't know. It didn't look right.

So, just for luck, Why, I scraped it and
put the stuff into the microscope.

Here, take a look.

What are they? I don't know.

But whatever they are, they're alive.

Well, I thought that all life ceased
below the first rock level. So did

everyone else.

But these things were alive six miles
down.

Then it's possible there could be other
forms of life down there. More highly

developed. Maybe another civilization.

And here's the point.

We've drilled a hole right down to the
hollow center of the earth. So whatever

is down there can come up.

And you think something came out of that
hole tonight?

I don't know.

But those creatures that Miss Lane said
she saw and Pop being scared to death.

Well, I put a metal cap on the drill
case. The cap was off when I got there.

Well, that's our ring.

Oh, yes, Doc.

No, he left right after you did. He
should be in town by now.

What?

Well, what was this?

Okay, I'll be right down.

Doc found it at the corner.

Those... those creatures.

Jeff Regan saw them walking on the road.

He was on his way out here to get the
body. He lost control of his car and

turned over in the ditch.

Where was this?

Just outside of town.

Kent, there's no question about it now.
Whatever they are, humans, animals, or

monsters, they're here.

And they've come up from the center of
the earth.

They'd better be going.

Corrigan.

Look.

These oranges.

Those creatures must have handled them.

If that stuff's radioactive, anything
they touch will be... Come on.

We're wasting time.

Who are you?

It looks like the news got around.

Those are Luke Benson's dogs. We've got
to stop them. We can't let them get near

those creatures.

Don't worry, Clark.

Let me handle it.

Yo, you and Larry Carpenter cover the
woods west of the mill.

Get one of those searchlights from the
firehouse.

Burt Maddox, Chuck Weber, you cover the
pass beyond the fork.

Eddie and Matt, you check the arroyo
east of town. Me and the rest of the

boys will run the dogs from Miss
Pomfrey's place.

Just a minute, please.

Before you start anything, I'd like to
warn you. These creatures may be

dangerous. Is that right, mister? Now,
who are you?

My name is Kent. I'm a newspaper man.
Have you seen these critters? Well, no,

I haven't. Well, some of these folks
have. Miss Pomfrey here. Yes, there I

was putting my hair up. And Jeff Reagan
almost killed him like he did old Pop

Shannon. And you're telling us they're
dangerous. But you don't understand.

We understand plenty, mister. You just
keep out of this or you'll get hurt.

Come on, boys. Let's go.

Wait a minute. You must listen to me.
Clark, don't interfere. They know what

they're doing. They haven't any idea.

Now, listen to me.

All of you.

You don't know anything about these
creatures, what they are or where

they've come from. But here's a man that
can tell you.

Go on, Corrigan.

They came up out of the drill shaft in
the oil well from six miles underground.

They look strange to us, it's true.

We must look just as strange to them.
But as far as we know, they don't mean

us any harm. Yeah, what about old Pop
Shannon?

And what about me?

Yeah, me too. There I was putting my
hair up for the night when I... Don't

you understand?

All these things happened because you
were frightened.

Now, if you'll just be reasonable and
keep... Can what? Just settle down and

let these critters take over? Not
likely. But don't you see if you go

around shooting at shadows, someone's
liable to get hurt?

Go home. Lock your doors if you're
afraid. Let me handle this. You! Are you

crazy, Clark?

Please. I promise you I'll take care of
these little creatures, one way or

another.

If you don't want to talk or look at any
of my books, maybe you'd like to play

catch.

Where'd that spring come from? Sounded
like it was up the street.

Come on.

Well,

I hope you realize what a fool you've
made of yourself.

He always does that.

Gets himself in a jam and then runs
away.

Well, let's see what's happening
outside.

She was just scared.

Get out of that doorway.

Put the gun down, Benson.

It's men like you that make it difficult
for people to understand one another.

You were warned nothing would come of
this but trouble.

You fellas know what to do. Get going.

What about the hounds, Luke?

Get them on ascent.

Superman.

Am I glad to see you.

Hello, Miss Lane. This is Mr. Craig and
Mr. Corrigan. How do you do? I suppose

you know what happened.

I know what's going to happen if that
mob isn't stopped.

Where's the sheriff? Why isn't he doing
something? Oh, the sheriff.

There's only one person who can handle
this job, and that's Superman.

The dogs have got the scent.

Pop Shannon maybe don't mean nothing.

Jeff Reagan's old enough to take care of
himself.

But when these critters come after a
little kid, I aim to do something about

it.

They

climbed

through this window. Do you mean they
were actually inside the house?

Yes. The child wasn't afraid.

It was the mother's screams that
frightened her.

I know what you're thinking.

You'd better wrap the child and her
mother in heavy blankets and take them

to the hospital at once.

There's nothing to do now but wait for
routine decontamination.

Decontamination? Those creatures may be
radioactive.

Good grief.

That's the one thing Benson and his
friends don't know.

The dogs have cornered him!

I'd better go.

We flushed them out of the Arroyo.

Who's on the other side?

Mary Carpenter and the Prowl Boys.

We got them trapped. They can't get
away.

Tie up the dogs, Matt.

Eddie, get that searchlight.

Let me take the first shot, Luke.

Old Betsy here will knock them off like
sitting ducks.

You sure they're up there? Less than
they went over the spillway.

If they did, we ain't got nothing to
worry about.

We were across the top of the dam.

Hunted by men and dogs, trapped on the
high parapet of the dam, the strange

little creatures from the dark center of
the earth are now at the mercy of Luke

Benson and his mob.

What will happen?

Stand by for a preview of part two of
The Unknown People in The Adventures of

Superman.