All language subtitles for 039 - 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.

These roses of yesteryear. Yes, where
are the dandelions who ran so wild

through the alleys of Metropolis?

Or thought they did.

The tough guys.

The skunk weeds.

The Larry McCoys.

Larry McCoy?

Why, the guy's talking about me.

Remember him?

McCoy was quite a big shot in his day.
But he slid downhill.

Oh, so fast.

They all do.

Crime never pays for long in any city.

But here in Metropolis...

It really shortchanges the best of them,
or the worst.

And we can thank Superman for that.

Yes, here in Metropolis, crime is paying
less and less. Larry McCoy and the

others like him have gone on their last
toboggan ride.

They've run away for good. They're done
for.

And that's just one of the reasons why
Metropolis Better Bank Bonds are a

better investment for your money and...
That's what you think, buddy.

I'll be back up on top. Don't kid
yourself.

Hey, shut up, will ya?

Isn't this a pleasure?

Look, all them sounds. I'm a nervous
type. They keep me awake.

Hey, what is this thing?

Mr. Kelso.

Huh? Mr. Who?

Mr.

Kelso is a machine.

Hey, what are you trying to give me? A
machine with a name like a man? Look,

wait. I know sometimes I'm eccentric
looking and I say foolish things and all

like that, but...

I can't help being proud.

There's no machine in the entire world
like Mr. Kelso.

All right, I'll bite. What kind of a
machine is it? Oh, what kind of a

machine isn't it?

Mr. Kelso can do anything.

Anything. I've given my whole life to
make him work, to keep him running.

I said, what's he do?

He thinks.

Amen.

He's been working out a mathematical
problem that would take an ordinary

human being years to solve. And Mr.
Kelso has solved the entire problem in

32 seconds.

Including comments on the problem.

Mr. Kelso can be very thought-tastic.

Oh, one of those mechanical brains, huh?
Like they use for elections and things.

No, no, no. Mr. Kelso is much more
complicated than that. He can do several

problems at the same time.

But this particular problem that he's
working on now involves safe

combinations, you see. And we have a
stack of data practically this high with

night watchmen and time locks.

Look, I'm better.

Suppose you hang a blanket on that
thing, huh?

Let's come again with that.

Mr. Kelso here is thinking about what?

Well, you see, one of the boarders here
who lives in the place also works as a

night watchman. You said something about
time clocks and watchmen?

Yes, you see, and he's trying to prove
to the manager that he can't possibly be

in all these given points. You also said
something about safe combinations.

Oh, safe combinations.

They're a cinch for Mr. Kelso.

Aren't they, Mr. Kelso?

All you have to do is to give him the
size of the lock, the number of falls,

practically ten seconds to work it out,
and you've got your safe combinations.

Too bad we're not criminals, isn't it?

That's very funny.

Very funny.

Say, maybe you have a problem you'd like
Mr. Kelso to work out for you, have you?

Well, yes.

Well, let's suppose I'm in this bank Mr.
Kelso mentioned.

Oh, yes. I know, the one we have the
combinations for.

Yeah. Go ahead. There's two cops on
duty, but they're closest to 50 feet

from a call box.

50 feet. Go ahead.

Of course, I'm just supposing.

Of course.

But the burglar alarm rings when only
one cop can hear it.

And the nearest prowl car is three and a
half blocks away at the time. Oh, you're

making it too easy.

Mr. Kelso has the answer already.

What a strange way of putting it. Huh?

It's hard to rob the Metropolis Bank
north entrance.

One single alarm goes off and patrol car
is only three and one half blocks away.

The machine took it seriously. How about
that?

That's all right, Mr. Kelso.

No offense.

Imagine taking it seriously.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr.
Kelso.

Yes, a real pleasure.

minutes after the door is open.

Ten and a half.

Ten and three quarters.

Five seconds left to go.

Three.

Two.

Would you mind going to the next window,
please?

Give me that bag.

Get away clean?

Yeah.

Boy, there's that McNeil with onions.

Daylight bank robbery.

Police completely baffled.

Here, look at this one.

Metropolis, first national bank robbed
in broad daylight.

A perfect crime, a daring success.

The front page of the Daily Planet. I
wrote it. Any objection, Inspector?

Well, no. I guess that one's all right.

What did you want to see us for,
Inspector?

So you didn't like the way some of the
papers covered the story. What can we do

about it? A bank is robbed in broad
daylight and everybody gets excited.

Headlines, pictures, a story of a crime
wave. But Inspector Henderson, there

hasn't been a bank robbery in Metropolis
for more than a year.

And there won't be for another year
either. This is not a crime wave. Why,

that wasn't even a professional job. Oh,
now wait just a minute. I mean it.

Here, look at this report.

The bank guard just happened to be
making out his report.

The patrolman on the beat just happened
to be phoning into his sergeant.

And the traffic signal just happened to
be right for the getaway car.

You're trying to tell me that this was
just luck, a series of coincidences that

made this thing work?

Exactly. Some rank amateur just had a
full streak of luck.

Now look, Inspector.

Each one of these things happened at a
regular time, didn't it?

Yeah. All right. Now suppose someone's
smart enough to reduce the movements of

the police and the burglar alarms and so
on to a formula.

That wouldn't just be luck, now would
it?

And how big a brain would that take?

Oh, I see what you mean.

Well, maybe you're right.

Of course I'm right.

I doubt if even Superman could figure
that many time factors.

Yeah.

Yeah, this is Henderson.

What?

Where? What happened? The Second
National Bank.

Anybody bother the car?

No, boss. Oh, yeah, one guy, but I got
rid of him. You know what I told him? I

said, brother, this car belongs to Mr.
Kelso.

And he walked away just like it meant
something.

Nosey of all the dumb.

No, maybe it's all right at that.

Mr. Kelso's car, and that was Mr. Kelso
who just robbed the bank.

Time. Get going.

Shades, yeah, I know, shades.

Like they just came from the laundry.
Quit that laughing, will you?

Cut it out.

Ah, relax, nosy. That's part of another
perfect plan, that's all. In case you

were caught, you'd have nothing but
shades.

Well, you might have warned me. I had
the real satchel all the time.

I got it across the 10th Street Bridge
just before the toll gate closed.

I tell you, so far, every one of these
plans have been perfect.

The answer that machine gives us... It's
colossal. Well, tell it to Mr. Council.

Tell it Uncle Oscar there.

I'm quitting while the quitting's good.
Quitting?

Quitting what?

So long, Uncle Oscar.

You'll wise up yourself someday.

But, gentlemen, gentlemen, what goes on
around here anyway?

You know those figures that we compiled
for the Metropolis Savings and Loan

Association, the ones you said were on
their insurance?

Well, right here in the paper, it says
that that company has been robbed. Ah,

knock it off.

Nosy, listen to me.

You're just as scared as Superman, ain't
you? Boss, I've warned you before.

When Superman starts getting into the
act, then count me out.

It's time to quit.

Come here.

I want to show you something.

Look, I ain't going to argue about
Superman.

I know how tough he can get. Of course
he can. But then what have we done that

Superman should want to stop us?

That was friendly.

Now who's going to run the machine for
you? Don't worry, I can run it.

Here, see?

Yeah.

We're going to get along all right, Mr.
Kelso and me.

We're buddies now, ain't we, Mr. Kelso?

What? You're getting just like he is.

Talking as if this Kelso was human
instead of just nuts and bolts. Don't

say things like that in front of him.
Well,

forget it. Never mind.

Just read that answer paper.

Yeah, all evening I've been feeding him
questions.

He hasn't given us a wrong answer yet,
has he? No.

And everything he figured for us, he
figured perfect, hasn't he?

You ask him about Superman?

Here, read the answer. See what he says.

Superman can be stopped.

Superman can be fixed.

Superman will not interfere again.

Suggest you feed me more facts.

I gave him everything that's known about
Superman.

His x-ray vision, his super hearing, the
name of his friends, all that kind of

stuff.

Instructions for stopping Superman.

Send following message.

The Superman in care of the Daily
Planet.

This is it, Nosy.

We follow Mr. Kelso's instructions, and
Superman won't dare interfere with our

next bank job.

Look, that one.

Move, you big boy. Get out of the way. I
thought you was being too optimistic.

Your machine didn't have that one
figured out.

Well, perhaps we'd better walk at that.

No, it's not true, Miss Lane.

I just can't believe it.

Jimmy, I talked to the policeman who saw
it.

They were shooting at the police,
weren't they? Maybe Superman was trying

to keep anybody from being hurt.

I thought of that. It's not good enough.

Where's Mr. Kemp?

I don't know. He was in his office
earlier.

Never mind.

I'll go see.

Where did you come from?

Oh, I just got in, Lois. Golly, Mr.
Kent, have you heard that crazy story

about Superman? Yes, I know all about
it, Jimmy. Oh, you do? Then what's the

explanation? Lois, I was just on my way
out. I have nothing to say now. Not so

fast, Mr.

Kent. How come you know so much about
Superman?

Look, Lois, I'm on the trail of
something pretty important. I have to

keep an eye on it until I find out the
answers. So, please?

All right, run along. Dig up your own
private little headlines.

Thank you.

Holy cow.

It seems to me what's happening to
Superman is a lot more important. Jimmy,

no wonder.

What? Ooh, that Clark Kent. Stealing
messages meant for Superman.

What's it say?

I might have guessed. The one thing they
could tell him that might worry him.

Let me see.

Sorry, Jim. Clark Kent isn't going to
have this story all to himself.

Oh, Miss Lane, please.

All right.

Someone wrote the Daily Planet they know
Superman's identity, and they're

threatening to tell the whole world.

Well, this is certainly getting us
nowhere.

Oh,

one big happy family.

Get over there and get that ball.

Well, don't you stand there. Do
something.

I don't think he'll do anything.

Look, we got two of them. How about
that, boss?

It's all right. We'll be leaving.

Clark, what's the matter with you?

Yeah, stand still.

I know all about you, and I don't want
any trouble.

You know all about me?

That's right. Your name is Clark Kent,
and you're one of those nuisance

reporters.

I'm what?

Not so funny.

You ain't going to be a nuisance
anymore.

Either one of you.

Well, I'll move.

There.

We'll put her in front.

I'll take him in back. He's nervous like
I am.

Hey, did you change your license plates?

Yeah.

We're all right, boss. We can still make
the schedule.

Does your son think you'd take care of
Uncle Oscar? Sure.

Give me a hand with the doors, will you?
They're jammed.

Clark, what's going to happen to us?

Don't worry, Lois.

Superman will get us out of this just as
soon as he can. But he can't. These

people know his identity.

Said so in the message.

They'll expose him if he interferes.

It was only a bluff, Lois. But that's
why Superman had to wait.

To find out whether or not it really was
a bluff. Meanwhile, no one's been hurt.

All right, here we go.

Your drive for you and the long one for
us.

You know, those bank holdups of yours
were so slick that for a while, Superman

thought you were smart enough to know
who he really was.

Don't yak at me, buddy. I like it quiet.

Oh, I see. You're not interested, huh?

Not anymore.

It's all over.

See that pile of dough? Mm-hmm. Every
penny we've taken.

What makes you think that you'll get out
of town with that, much less out of the

country? This.

You ever see anything like it before?

The time of every stoplight.

Fact is, they show when each road is
vacant, when each cop is headed the

wrong way.

So that's it.

This Mr. Kelsey you've been talking
about is just a machine.

How did you know?

It's the one thing I didn't know. But I
should have. It's obvious.

No human being could think up such a
complicated schedule.

Say, suppose they turn that against you
and use it to capture you.

Buddy, you're almost as smart as I am.

What do you mean?

Well, you and the dame are dead anyway,
so who cares?

Of course, I got my own schedule, buddy.
That's what I mean.

Larry McCoy wasn't born yesterday.

Sure, I heard of those machines a guy
plays around with and then he turns

around and catches them.

Well, I got all the dough I need.

So one minute there ain't going to be no
more, Mr. Kelso.

What? You heard me.

And no one can ask you to squawk either.

I got a guy named Pinky that's taking
care of them down at the house.

The same way you're going to be taken
care of. Hey, look. Huh? In the cab

there. Where? See, look.

Yeah, they don't want us gay.

But don't worry, miss.

The boss ain't gonna hurt your
boyfriend.

Mud.

Sorry, but I'll be gone for a minute. I
don't want you to miss me.

Commercial Street.

1210, right on schedule.

Now you gotta turn right on the 6th
block.

You're Uncle Oscar, aren't you? Yes.
Here, take this and watch him. I've got

to get back to the truck. Yeah, but
wait, wait, wait. There's no need to.

You don't understand.

The plane is still there. No, no, no.
But they'll be captured soon.

What? You see, I can understand those
crooks fooling me, but I don't

understand how they managed to keep
fooling Mr. Kelso. Oh, look.

Look, please. He'll take up something.

You must forgive me, Uncle, if I don't
believe such things.

Superman. Shut up.

But you're wrong.

It can't be. The schedule said six
blocks and I turned when I got there.

I don't care about your schedule. All I
care about is that. Read it and weep.

Well, he's quite a machine.

That's all I can say.

Mr. Kemp, didn't I tell you Mr. Kelso
would do something?

Didn't I tell you?

Clark, do you suppose I could ask Mr.
Kelso how you got out of the back of

that truck?

Lois, I've told you again and again.
Superman smashed a hole in that truck

and I went through it, and that's the
absolute truth.

Look, Uncle Oscar, if I tell Mr.

Kelso all I know about Superman, do you
suppose he could actually figure who he

is? Oh, I don't know about that.

Superman might not like him.

Besides, he might turn out to be someone
very dull like... Oh, never mind.

Don't you strain yourself thinking of
something dull.

Mr. Kelso, who is Superman?

Mr.

Kelso says, quote, wouldn't you like to
know, unquote.