All language subtitles for 034 - 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 Tent,
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.

Mr. Kent?

Yes, Jimmy?

You think that's wise?

What? Whistling Yankee Doodle? Is that
any way to improve our relations with

our British cousins?

Golly, I didn't think of that.

I think they'll forgive you. Did you get
my magazine?

No, sir. They didn't have one in the
lobby. I tried a couple of other places,

but uh-uh. What about the stand across
the street?

Where? Come here.

Right there.

Oh. And I happen to know they have at
least a dozen copies of the magazine I

want. How can you tell that?

That place is five floors down and
across the street. Nobody could see that

far. Well, anyway, I'm sure they have
one. So how about going down for a look

-see? Hey, our traveler's checks, the
ones we left behind in Sweden. How did

they get here?

I arranged to have them flown in.

Flown? Yes, you know, like in an
airplane.

Like in Superman, for example?

Jimmy. All right. I'll go look and see
if I can find your magazine.

Grappie, that's nice.

Watch your step now. Watch your step.
Thank you.

The world's the same all over now, ain't
it, Yank? You came all the way over to

London just to get yourself run over in
the traffic.

How did you know I was an American?

Oh, let's say I'm clairvoyant-like. You
know, the word means seize the future,

seize the past.

I can read your mind. I can tell your
fortune. I can speak to your ghost.

That's what it is, Governor.

Clairvoyant. That's the ticket.

Just like the great baffling Brockhurst
here.

Him and me are as like as two peas.

That's funny.

What, me taking you for American?

Supposing I admit the truth. No, no, no.
I mean that you should mention this

Brockhurst guy. He's the reason I ran
across over here from the hotel.

Mr. Kent, he's a friend of mine. Noticed
you had a magazine on Brockhurst. Oh,

yeah. Here we are, Governor.

One and six.

Here, this is it, sir. Fight.

Here we are.

Here we are. Hey, what's your honest
opinion?

Do you think he will reappear or won't
he?

Reappear? Well, Brockhurst's ghost.

You know, his ghost.

Brockhurst's ghost.

His what?

Well, he's been dead for five years now,
ain't he?

I guess I'd better read this article.
I'm afraid I don't know much about

Brockhurst.

Mr. Kent and me just got back from
Sweden.

We went there to cover a story for the
Daily Planet.

We're on our way home now.

We're going to take an airplane back in
the morning.

To Metropolis.

Jeepers. Ain't that something now?

He was the greatest magician in the
world, he was.

But he always said his greatest stunt
would be to make his own ghost reappear

after he'd been dead five years.

Oh, that's impossible.

There aren't any such thing as ghosts.

There ain't what?

Let me tell you something, Yank.

You're going back to Metropolis, huh?

Well, I've got as much faith in the good
old English ghost as you have in that

there Superman of yours.

Oh, but Superman is real.

Ah, Superman.

I'm telling you, if Brockhurst ever
shows up in this afterlife, he'll have a

ghost that'll make your Superman turn
pale and shaky.

And I'm warning you, he'll be real, all
right.

But, Lois, that's ridiculous.

You tell the chief I don't believe in
ghosts.

Clark, Mr. White knows you are planning
to come home tomorrow, but this just

means staying over in England another
day or two to see this friend of his and

get the story in Brockhurst.

Besides, think how Jimmy would enjoy
staying over.

Of course, and so would I.

But not to do a feature on anything that
probably won't happen anyway.

That dead magician isn't going to show
up as a ghost or anything else, and you

know it.

All right, Clark, but the chief doesn't.

What do you mean?

Mr. White got a letter from his friend,
Sir Arthur McCready. He owns some

theaters over there.

He's the one who used to put on the
great Brockhurst shows, his manager.

Lois, I know all that.

Brockhurst hated him.

Brockhurst hated everyone.

Brockhurst threatened everyone, too, but
that doesn't mean he can do anything

about it.

Sir Arthur wrote that before Brockhurst
died, he threatened to kill him. Well,

Sir Arthur is so convinced that this
Brockhurst can do anything that he's

even afraid his ghost might kill him.

I mean it.

Sir Arthur wrote the chief to tell him
goodbye just in case anything happened.

That does it.

So Jimmy and I have to spend all of our
time someplace in the country, wherever

it may be, interviewing an eccentric old
man who happens to believe in ghosts.

Well, I... Oh, okay.

Tell the chief we'll do it, but... Well,
goodbye.

Did you hear that, Mum?

Someone at the door, Betty, that's all.

No need to get jumpy. You go to your
room. I'll answer it.

Inspector Farrington, is that you?

No, my name is Clark Kent.

Good evening.

This is my friend, Jimmy Olsen. Oh, yes.

You're the American who telephoned this
afternoon.

That's right. May we come in? Yes, yes,
of course. Thank you.

I'm May Bell McCready, Sir Arthur's
sister.

How do you do? We just want to see Sir
Arthur for just a moment, perhaps a few

questions. No, no, you can't. He's not
here.

Didn't he say over the telephone that he
was going to be... Thank you very much.

I'm really dreadfully sorry, but it's
just impossible. He's not here.

Perhaps he may never be here.

Miss McCready, you seem to believe that
something may have happened to Sir

Arthur. What is it?

Oh, how should I know?

My opinion never matters.

Well, when did he leave? Where did he
go?

Toward Lemon Regis.

He's just left it. It's down the coast.

Oh, and he drives so horribly, too.

Oh, I see. He's a bad driver, is he?

Well, I shouldn't worry if I were you.
You see, we work for a very old and dear

friend of Sir Arthur's. Perhaps you
remember him? Yes, yes, Perry White, I

know. But really, there's nothing you
can do to help, thank you.

That's why I've sent for Inspector
Farrington.

Inspector? Inspector Farrington of
Scotland Yard.

Oh. Well, won't you come and sit down?

Well, thank you very much. I feel he's
the only one who might help.

At least he won't be afraid of him.

Jeepers, that's Brockhurst, isn't it?
Five years we've been happy.

Five years that spiteful soul's been
dead.

Left us alone.

What does Brockhurst have to do with
your brother's not being here?

Well, he's the one who summoned Arthur.

Summoned? On the telephone.

Do you mean to tell me that you actually
believe that a man who's been dead for

so many years could talk to you on the
phone? Mr. Kent, I'm so frightened I

don't know what I believe.

But there was a voice on the telephone
and Arthur talked to it.

And when he hung up, he was pale as a
sheet because he said the voice was his.

And unless he drove down the coast road
where he was, something horrible would

happen to this house, to me, to poor
Betty and...

Miss McCreary, please sit down. Why
would Brockhurst want to harm you or Sir

Arthur? I mean, assuming a ghost could
hurt anybody.

If you believe in ghosts... Brockhurst
was insane.

He always claimed that Arthur's theatres
had cheated him. But it's not true.

Well, never mind that now. I'm going
after him.

What? But how can you? Never mind.

I'll try and find him somehow.

Mr. Kent!

Oh, don't cry, Miss McCready.

Oh, he's going to be all right. You
mustn't worry.

Willie, don't cry.

He'll be all right.

Sir Arthur.

Sir Arthur.

Do you remember this place, Sir Arthur?

This is the place where I was killed.

Remember?

A lorry struck me down.

Remember? Lord Hurst, where are you?
It's not very nice to die all alone

out on the road at night, Sir Arthur.

Be quiet. I didn't kill you. I didn't do
anything to you.

Leave us alone.

You never believed I would come back,
did you?

Where are you? No one ever believed my
magic would be real, did they?

But now they'll believe, won't they?

Have you ever talked to a ghost before,
Sir Arthur? No, no, it's not true.

You've no idea what a relief it is
you're here, Inspector.

You must feel chilly after your long
drive. I'll get you some tea.

Thank you very much. That'll be
delightful.

Well, well, laddie, no news of Sir
Arthur, eh?

No, sir. And by this time, Mr. Kent's
been gone almost half an hour or two.

Well, well, that's not so very long.

Patience, patience.

You didn't see anybody outside when you
came in, did you?

Outside? Oh, driving up, you mean? No,
no, I came the other way.

That cursed road is absolutely hopeless.

Hello. Sir Arthur McCready's residence.

Are you there?

What happened?

Spotted nothing, I should say.

You mean there wasn't anybody on that
line?

Precisely.

Jeepers. Oh, the operator probably got
the wrong number.

There's always a logical explanation to
everything, you know. No need to get the

wind up.

Sure.

It's just that all this talk about
ghosts makes you... Oh, I know, I know.

Nervous chatter from the women, eh?

Well, Scotland Yard's here now, letty.

You and I are grown men.

No such thing as ghosts.

Simple as that.

That's what I say.

Nervous old fellow, Sir Arthur, you
know. Always was.

Just like his sister.

He was forever messing about with
magicians and mediums and palmists or

some such rot.

But even the newspapers and magazines
say that Brockhurst might reappear.

Oh, makes a good story, you know. Yellow
journalism, publicity.

The kind of thing that Blighty used to
thrive on when he was alive.

And by the way, if it'll make you feel
any better, I was there when they buried

him. And to a good depth, too, you know.

He was run over and killed on the coast
road by a recklessly driven lorry, poor

chap. I can't say I feel very sorry for
him.

Why not?

What sort of a man was Brocklist,
anyway?

Well, he was a wonderful magician, none
better.

But you know, Lady the Yard had its
troubles with him. I suppose, next to

Sir Arthur.

I was the man that Brockhurst hated
most.

Ah, perhaps that's you, Mr. Kent.

Hello?

Are you there?

Speak louder, will you?

Yes?

Oh, really?

I beg your pardon?

Of course I remember.

Do you mind repeating what you just
said?

Are you all right, Arthur? Yes, my dear.

I'm sure he'll be all right. Careful
now, dear.

It was a frightful experience.

Mr. Kent, come here.

Inspector, they're back.

Mr. Kent's all right. Sir Arthur's all
right. Please.

Yes, yes, but wait.

Can't you tell me?

I haven't much time, Inspector.

I just wanted to make certain you know
who I am.

Yes, but what you just said was that...
Yes, the same words I spoke to you once

before.

When we had that little difficulty over
the Persian parrot swindle.

There was no one there but you and me.

As I'm sure you'll remember.

Perhaps it will help you to believe that
I am.

Who I am.

Eh, Inspector?

But it's not possible. It's not
possible.

Hello. Hello.

Happened years ago.

I remember the exact words.

What? No one else could possibly know.

There was no one there but he and I.

It isn't true.

But it must be true.

It proves it, don't you think?

Oh, sorry.

Doesn't make sense. You're Kent, I
suppose. That's right.

Well, I... I've been talking to a ghost.

Now, wait just a minute.

Brockhurst. Even his voice, just the
same.

In fact, he said he'd show up for me
later on.

Well, I'm sorry, Inspector, but I don't
believe in ghosts that use telephones.

Oh, excuse me.

Hello? Hello, operator.

Is there any way I can check on the
telephone call that just came through

here?

I mean, do you have any records? Do you
go through a switchboard or... What?

Oh, I see.

She says no one has used that line for
the past several hours.

No one's called that number even.

Well, you don't look like much of a
ghost to me.

Good heavens.

Evening, Inspector.

I didn't do nothing.

Just trying to see Sir Arthur, that's
all.

Didn't want to run into you, sir. I
shouldn't wonder.

I nearly got this man jailed for
manslaughter five years ago. I couldn't

quite make the case stick.

It wasn't my fault. It really wasn't.

Let me go, will you?

Five years ago, this man Rocker was
driving a lorry down on the coast road.

He struck a man and killed him.

A man by the name of Buckhurst.

Well, it's getting to be a small world,
isn't it?

Just what did you want to see Sir Arthur
about?

Take it easy with you.

Sounds kind of crazy.

But I was scared, see?

And that's when the voice on the
telephone told me to come here.

I didn't think it was right to disobey a
ghost.

Bring him inside, Kent.

I didn't only hear him, I saw him.

No one ever knew Brockhurst well, but I
did better than most.

I believe you, Governor.

It was he, just floating out there in
the sky. That's how we do it. You've

been very upset, Sir Arthur.

Well, if anybody could come back from
the dead, he certainly could. Most

wonderful magician whatever lived,
that's what I say. I've had enough to

contend with from you. Get out of here
and stay out of the neighbourhood.

All right, Governor.

But I can't say I've had a very, very
happy time yet, I can say that.

Allow me.

Thank you, Captain.

Good night, Mr. Rockhurst.

Good night.

Oh, he comes. Now, take it easy, Jimmy.

After all, Rockhurst was a magician,
wasn't he?

Magicians do things with tricks, don't
they?

Yeah, but floating in the sky... Now, I
didn't notice anything unusual out there

where Sir Arthur almost had his
accident. Of course, I was trying to

help him.

And it did look like he was having a
heart attack.

But now I don't think there's any time
to lose.

I'm going back and taking another look.
Still, a ghost never hurts anybody, does

he? Then why did he collect all these
people here that he hated? What do you

think's going to happen here, Jimmy?

I'm sorry that I scare you. What do you
want?

I was thinking maybe somebody writing
this house phone.

I mean, what I'm looking for is an
extension of the telephone in the

sitting room. What?

Another phone on the same line.

Well, there isn't any.

Unless in the carriage house, maybe. It
hasn't been used in years. It's all

closed and boarded up.

Out there.

There may be another telephone there.

Thank you.

Who is it?

Who are you?

Who are you?

You're not afraid, are you?

Only fools and babies believe in ghosts.

Too bad you interfered.

You and your friend.

I was arranging such a nice homecoming
for them.

All the people I hated.

All the people who made it impossible
for me to go on living.

They'd have put me in jail if I had
lived.

Did you know that? Nobody ever hurt you.
Nobody.

People never understood me.

I wouldn't let them.

I was the greatest magician in the
world. You're crazy.

Crazy, am I?

I'll show you.

So that's the point, Sir Arthur.

We're doing everything that we possibly
can.

I understand.

Mr. Kent, help!

Mr.

Kent!

Don't move.

Lenny, Lenny! What's the trouble?

Open up there! Come on, open up!

Excuse me, Inspector.

Jim. Jim, where are you?

Stay where you are.

I have a gun that is back.

Brockhurst. Yes, Sir Arthur. The great
Brockhurst.

Or his ghost.

You're no ghost, Brockhurst.

Any more than that picture you projected
on the clouds for Sir Arthur's benefit.

Very clever.

It's too bad that none of you will live
to prove that the great Brockhurst did

not really return from the grave.

You should have held Rocker when you had
him. Rocker? You were Rocker.

You forget, I was the greatest
illusionist of all time.

Don't come any closer.

You're all here.

All of you.

For the first time you see me as I've
always been.

No tricks, no beard.

I even killed a man with a lorry and
made you think I was the dead man.

And now I'm going to kill you all.

Every one of you.

I'll blow you higher than the sky.

Me, the great Brockhurst.

Five seconds after I throw the switch,
the fuse will detonate the explosive.

I don't mind really dying now.

Because I'm going to take you all with
me.

We'll all be real ghosts together.

You know, I still can't figure out how
Superman knew we needed him all the way

over here. Well, it's been in all the
papers.

Hey, half a minute, Yank. Hello.

Hey, what a bad steer I gave you.

Fizzled out like a Roman candle.

Nothing but a blooming fakery was.

Just a ghost for Scotland Yard. Well,
now, I told you there weren't any such

thing as ghosts. Oh, Jimmy, we'd better
hurry.

Yeah, we've got to be getting to the
airport.

Yeah, half a minute now. I can't have
you Yanks going home empty-handed, you

know. Here, just in from the States.
Read that.

Okay. Thank you. Cap, I'll be seeing
you. Show me out.

Good luck, Yanks.

Hey, happy flying.