All language subtitles for 069 - Aos

The Adventures of Superman.

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.

Jim, I don't think you ought to be
sitting in Mr. White's chair with your

feet up on the desk. He wouldn't like
it. But Mr. White isn't here. He's miles

away.

Well, I don't think Mr. Kent would like
it either.

But Mr. Kent isn't here.

He is now.

And he doesn't like it.

You mean you don't like it? No, because
while you're sitting there, I can't.

Excuse me, old boy.

I thought maybe you'd given up being
temporary editor of the planet. Oh, no,

no, no. Just getting a new ribbon for my
typewriter.

Hey, Mr. Kent, we got the story on those
bank robbers Superman just captured ten

minutes ago.

That's pretty fast work.

Hey, speaking of fast work, you should
have been there to see Superman.

Yes, Lois, I'm sorry I missed it. Oh, by
the way, I want you to play down the

Superman angle on this story, will you?

Yes, sir, Chief.

Oh, incidentally, isn't that about time
we found out what happened to the real

chief? Yeah.

He's been gone about two months now.

It's a long time not to be yelled at.

Well, now that you brought it up, I have
a surprise for you. We're all going to

pay him a visit this afternoon.

Honestly? Where?

At the cottage.

You mean that little house he built
right at the edge of the ocean?

That's right. I figure we ought to leave
here about one o'clock, all right?

This is going to be interesting.

Can't tell me there isn't something
mysterious going on.

Well, you'll see, Lois. You'll see.

You find what you're looking for?

Stop all engines. Hold it steady.

Take a look.

So what's to see? A house on the
seashore.

But I'd give a lot to know what's going
on in that house.

Huh? Well, let's face it. This
submarine's made us a lot of dough in

the smuggling racket, but lately we're
not doing so good.

Big, huh? How about we smuggle whales?

Full speed ahead. Make for the secret
anchorage and break out the rubber

boats. We're going ashore as soon as
it's dark.

Why don't we go ashore here and take a
gander at the joint?

Because that joint is guarded better
than Fort Knox. They've even got the

Coast Guard protecting it from the sea.

Somehow we've got to find our way here.

This is Lois Lane.

This is Jim Olson. We all work for the
same paper. All right. That's Kent,

Lane, and Olson. Right.

Okay, folks. Mr. White's expecting you.
Thank you.

I still can't believe it. Mr. White, a
real honest-to-goodness scientist.

Let's just say a dabbler in science.

What's in there?

You'll find out in a minute, Lois.

Jeepers! A scintillator!

A Geiger counter, Olsen. Be accurate.

First rule of the newspaper game.

If a story is accurate, you can never
lose by printing it.

Yes, sir. I'll remember that, sir. Now.

Jeepers.

Uranium. Special variety of uranium
called U-183.

Be accurate, Olsen. First rule of the
newspaper game.

Yes, sir.

U-183.

Now, there's not enough in here to cause
any damage from a short exposure.

Will somebody please explain this to me?
Come on over and sit down, Lois. The

chief's going to tell you all about it.

Well, Jim, it looks like we've been
working for a genius all these years.

Yeah. And I used to think... You used to
think what, Olsen?

Nothing. Nothing, sir. I just used to
think... Obviously, you don't anymore.

Please, Chief, what's this all about?

Well, actually, it's all very simple.

For many years, I've made a hobby of
studying ancient scientific documents.

This is a copy of one of them.

This was written a thousand years ago by
a chemist named Archimeno.

It's Greek to me.

Now you're being accurate, it is Greek.

That particular copy tells how to
extract U-183 from ordinary seawater.

You mean this Archimeno discovered that
a thousand years ago? Yes, and at that

time, U-183 was considered a worthless
white metal.

Now it's the most valuable metal in the
world.

It can be, particularly in the field of
medical research.

Now up to now, I've been able to extract
only one millionth of a gram.

But if this experiment succeeds, the
supply of U-183 will be unlimited.

And as soon as the government found out
about it, they made it top secret.

Yes, I'm guarded night and day by land
and sea.

And all I want to do is to get back to
my office, where people barge in without

knocking, interrupt me when I'm working,
and bother me so I could scream.

Golly, Chief, then you do like my work.
Don't call me Chief.

But that did feel good.

Yes, sir, I'm glad.

And I just want you to know that I'm
proud to be working for a man that's

doing so much for humanity. That's
enough of that, Olsen.

But the whole world should know about
this.

Publicity's the last thing I want.

You're just being modest, sir. Oh, no,
he's not, Jimmy.

Well, I think we'd better be getting
back. We have a newspaper to put out,

remember? Yeah.

Bye, Chief. Goodbye.

Bye.

Oh, Chief, let me know if there's
anything you need, huh? Right.

Only something would happen to end this
experiment.

Nice visit?

Yes, I guess Mr. White was glad to have
a little company for a change.

Oh, yes, indeed. The poor man's done
nothing but work, work, work.

It's pretty important work, though. I'm
sure it is.

I've been on this job seven weeks, and I
haven't seen Mr. White once. I don't

even know what he looks like.

Well, he looks like a man who'd like to
get back to his regular job.

I'm afraid the chief isn't the
scientific type. He runs out of

patience. That's because he's busy
faking.

He's a pretty terrific guy.

Why, Jimmy, I didn't know you were such
a fan.

Well, I am.

I'm only sorry I cause him trouble
sometimes.

Maybe I can make it up if I do something
real nice for him. What did you have in

mind? I don't know.

Well, back to work.

Bye, folks. See you. Bye.

Sure feels good to get out that sardine
can, huh?

Hmm?

I just said it sure feels good to get
out that... Wait a minute.

Well, this is too good to be true.

What's that?

Listen. Planet editor turned scientist
discovers age-old secret.

Byline James Olsen.

Now, listen to this.

One of history's greatest experiments is
taking place in a little cottage which

juts out in the ocean at Paradise Sound.

You mean... Nah, it couldn't be.

Here in this peaceful setting, guarded
by land and sea, Perry White has

discovered the secret of extracting the
uranium element U-183.

from ordinary seawater.

This afternoon, three Planet reporters,
Clark Kent, Lois Lane, and this writer,

paid a visit to Mr. White.

Uranium from the ocean.

Hey, that's better than making gold out
of lead, huh?

Barney, this is it.

With our smuggling connections all over
the world, that formula could make us a

king's ransom.

There's only one catch.

First, we gotta get the formula.

We'll get it.

How?

I'm not sure yet.

except about those three jokers from the
planet.

They've got access to the cottage.

Access? I thought it was uranium.

I mean they got a way in.

Is that good for us?

I'm going to figure a way to make it
good.

How could you do it, Jimmy?

I'm sorry, Mr. Kent.

Cheat, sir?

You know everything has to clear through
the editor.

I was just trying to follow the chief's
advice.

He said if a story's accurate, you can't
lose by printing it.

Well, this one's accurate, all right.
About the only thing you didn't print

was the actual formula itself.

It's a good thing it was in Greek, or it
would have.

With all those security measures, and
you practically spell it out in black

and white.

Right now, I feel like jumping out of
that window and drinking a bottle of

poison on the way down.

Well, I'm afraid it's going to be a
little worse than that, Jimmy.

You mean I have to shoot myself, too?

No, but I'm afraid that you're going to
have to show Mr. White that article in

person.

Oh, please, Mr. Kent.

I'll do anything, but not that.

I'm sorry, Jimmy. I'm not doing this
just to be mean.

But sometimes a good reporter has to
learn his responsibilities the hard way.

The hard way? I don't mind.

But the impossible.

Oh, Lois, your assignment is to drive
him down to the cottage right away.

I hate to do it, Jim, but Clark's the
boss. I'm afraid he's right.

Come on.

Oh, Lois, just a minute.

Let's see.

It's about 10 o'clock now. That gives
you plenty of time to be back here by 3

sharp. We have a lot of work to do,
remember?

Don't I know it. I promise you, Clark,
back by 3.

Good. Let's go.

I don't suppose there's much chance of
us running out of gas, is there, Miss

Lane? Nope. Tank's full.

A blowout, maybe?

Puncture-proof tires.

A breakdown, then. The piston rod breaks
through the crank shaft and knocks the

flywheel into the distributor cap.

Sorry, Jim. It's a brand-new car.

Something's just got to happen.

It's got to.

Anything to oblige, kid.

Who are you?

Doesn't matter, Miss Lane.

Where can we take you fellas? Anywhere.
You just name it.

We want to go to that little cottage at
Paradise Sound.

Oh, it's not fair.

Everybody's against me.

I think I've seen you somewhere before.

Didn't we run a story on you about five
years ago?

Well, the picture didn't do me justice.

Right now, you just keep heading for
that little cottage.

I won't do it.

That's the spirit, Miss Lane.

Miss Lane, take a look, huh?

Now I remember you. Ace Miller. You beat
a federal smuggling charge.

Sure, but I'm getting out of this
smuggling racket, Miss Lane.

After one more job.

This one.

You're not going to steal Mr. White's
secret formula.

That's right. Thanks to that article you
wrote.

Miss Lane, I wish you weren't here.

At this point, I'd gladly sacrifice
myself.

We all make mistakes, Jim.

Yeah, but let's not make any now. It
wouldn't be healthy.

Good grief, Kent. How did this get in
the newspaper?

Oh, hello, Bill. I had a hunch you might
be dropping by.

Well, it seems our Mr.

Olsen embarked on a truth in journalism
kick. As a matter of fact, Bill, he

handed in the copy desk before I could
give it my okay.

Well, I trust you fired him.

Well, I did something a little worse
than that, as a matter of fact.

I sent him down to see Mr. White and
apologize in person.

Well, maybe you can tell me how I can
apologize to the county supervisors.

Huh? What have they got to do with it?
Well, it just happens that Mr. White's

cottage is on county land.

That makes my office at least partially
responsible for security measures there.

Oh, no. Everything happens to you. Yeah,
everything happens to me. Now, I've got

to drive all the way down there and
check everything from A to Z.

Well, there's one bright spot.

Yes. If you hurry, you can get there
before they leave and have a few quiet

words with our Mr. Olsen.

Yes.

Yes, I would appreciate an opportunity
to chew out our Mr. Jimmy Olsen. See you

later. Okay, Bill.

Oh, that's all right. I remember you,
Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen.

Oh, I see you brought some friends.

Well, Officer... That's all right, Miss
Lane. I know you wouldn't bring in

anyone that didn't belong.

We do research at the Polytech
Foundation.

We're going to help Mr. White with his
formula.

Oh, okay, you're clever.

Go right on through, Miss Lane.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Lois! Olsen, I didn't expect you.

I see that, huh, Pop? Mr. White, I can
explain.

I second thought I'd rather I didn't.

Well, this is preposterous.

What are these two apes doing here?

Watch your language, Mr. White. We're
sensitive.

Put your hands down.

They hid in the car, Chief. We had to
bring them.

That's right. They had to bring us.

Look the place over, Barney. Yeah.

Well, what did you come back here for in
the first place?

The answer couldn't possibly help the
situation now, Chief. Sir?

In fact, nothing could.

Where's the formula, Mr. White? You'll
get that formula over my dead body.

That's how it's got to be.

Olsen, I have a strange feeling you're
at the bottom of this.

He was just trying to please you, Chief,
and it backfired.

Exploded is a better word, Miss Lane.

Find anything, Barney?

This must be it, Ace.

No, no, that's just some Greek
literature I've been translating.

Since when is a Greek alphabet made up
of numbers?

Yeah.

Well, I guess you win.

Okay, as long as you have the formula,
you might as well have the sample that

goes with it. But, Chief... Lois,
whoever ends up with the formula should

have everything that goes with it. All
we can do is hope that they'll use it

for humanitarian purposes.

Well, that's the kind of an attitude I
appreciate.

Well, come on, you two. Help me to carry
it out. Carry it out? But it was just on

the... Olsen, haven't you learned to
obey orders yet?

Yes, sir.

Get in here.

As soon as we get the sample, we'll get
rid of them.

Open up or we'll blast our way in.

Go ahead and try. It's impossible.

That bolt on the inside probably saved
our lives.

Yes, I didn't want anyone coming in here
while I was working.

All right, we can play the same game.

Get the toy.

If you think the permanent joint's out,
don't forget we're in it, huh?

It ain't gonna work, Ace. They know who
we are.

Like you said, we gotta get rid of them.

Not only that, we gotta make sure nobody
even knows the formula's gone.

Meaning we gotta get rid of them and
this shack too, huh?

Exactly. Well, that's impossible without
getting rid of ourselves at the same

time. You just leave the brain work up
to me. Now go on, light it.

Hey, you inside.

Make the most of the next hour.

That's all you got till about quarter
after three.

You're bluffing.

Figure it out for yourself, Miss Lane.

I got nothing to gain by bluffing.

They must have figured out some way to
blow up the whole place.

Without themselves being anywhere near
when it happened.

I'm sure they had no explosives with
them.

And theoretically, they can't do
anything.

Well, let's quit fooling ourselves. They
figured out something.

And we've got until 3.15.

You may as well read this now, Mr.
White.

Then you can spend the next hour bawling
me out.

At least we'll kill at home.

Leaving already?

Where's Miss Lane, Mr. Olsen?

They're seeing with Mr.

White for supper, officer. We'll come
back for them later.

Oh, that's nice. Imagine Mr. White could
use some company.

Yes, you should see them, gabbing away
like they only had an hour to live.

Just be sure you pick them up before
nine. Everybody has to be off by then.

They'll be off all right, officer. I
guarantee it.

Goodbye. Bye now.

Now where to, huh?

Back to the little rubber boat and the
submarine.

Ah, I think I see what you mean.

Harriet, it's almost three.

Lois and Jim promised to be back.

Are you sure they didn't phone you while
I was out?

Oh. All right, thanks.

Operator, this is a special call to the
Civil Security Commission switchboard,

extension 518.

Right. Thank you.

PSC 518.

This is Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

Hello, Mr. Kent.

Hello, Inspector Henderson.

What was that? Did I understand you to
say hello to Inspector Henderson?

Yes, he's right here with me now.

Oh. Tell me, how long ago did Miss Lane
and Mr. Olsen leave there?

They didn't leave yet, Mr. Kent.

What? That's impossible. It's after
three now.

Well, they're staying with Mr. White for
supper.

For supper? When did they tell you that?

Well, they didn't exactly tell me. Their
friends did.

Friends?

I don't know anything about any friends.

Well, you know, the two fellows from the
Polytech Institute.

Oh. Well, can you put me right through
to the house, please?

Sure.

Well, funny thing, they don't answer.

Somebody has to be there, though.

You're so right. Let me talk to
Inspector Henderson at once.

He wants you.

Yes, Clark?

Hello, Bill. I don't know what's going
on down there, but I'm not happy about

it. Would you go right up to the cottage
and check and call me right back?

I'm on my way.

Listen, that's Inspector Henderson.

We're in here, Henderson, in here.

Get out. You'll be blown up with us.

Wait a minute. I'll throw the bolt.

It's no use. They welded it shut.

Get out, Henderson. You can't help us.
Golly, it's after three already.

I can't get it open.

We know that. Get out. Save yourself.

Inspector, you haven't got much time.
We'll be blown up any second.

That's impossible.

Nobody can get near enough.

They got away.

Somehow they figured how to do it.

when this is over.

wrong. A torpedo exploded too soon. What
happened?

Surface, come into port and give
yourselves up.

Don't try anything funny. I'll be
watching you.

It's Superman.

Superman?

What do we do now?

Ask no questions. Surface and head for
port like the man says.

He could crush his sub like an eggshell
with his bare hands.

Engine room.

Engine room. Surface and head for port.

That's about as close a call as you've
ever had.

Chief, for Superman, we heard the
explosion.

What happened?

You'll get the full story later, Jim.

Just be sure you print it accurately.

Don't ever say that, Superman. I never
want him to be accurate again.

Say, Chief, what about the formula?

Well, I've gone as far as I can with
that, Lois. From here on, it's up to the

Civil Security Commission.

I don't suppose there's any way to thank
you, Superman.

As a matter of fact, there is, Miss
Ling, by getting back to your office at

once. After all, poor Clark Kent can't
get that paper out by himself, you know.

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in the amazing adventures of Superman.

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