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Is it something I did, Chief? Sir?

Mr. White?

No, Olsen, for a change, it isn't.

I'm just debating whether I should go through with something I'm sure I

shouldn't. Chief, may I ask just what you're talking about?

Well, if you would read the paper you happen to be working for, you'd know

that Lank Garrett got out of prison today.

Garrett? Well, they should have locked him up for the rest of his life.

They only convicted him of robbery, Lois.

He only served seven years, but now he's out on parole.

Exactly. And the million dollars he stole has never been recovered.

Cheaper as...

How can you lose a million dollars?

Oh, he didn't lose it, Jimmy. The police believe he has it hid somewhere.

And it says here, authorities believe Garrett may sit out his parole, recover

the money, and set up a new criminal empire.

Pretty smart.

He just waits till they can't pick him up again for some minor parole

violation. He is smart.

Smart enough not to talk to a single reporter.

And that's my concern. If you want that interview, Chief, give me the

assignment, and I'll make him talk. My name is... They say he killed 20 men.

My name is John Paul Jones.

Nevertheless, I want that interview.

We could scoop every paper and wire service in town, in the country.

And I'm offering an extra month's salary to whichever one of you gets it.

Well, now, Chief, I think we'll all do our best without a bonus.

But with a bonus, we'll do even better.

Well, then, get on it. Forget your other assignments. I want that interview.

Garrett is staying at the Carton Arms.

And be careful.

I doubt a prisoner's made a new man out of Lank Garrett.

Oh, Lois, can I give you a lift to your new apartment?

Oh, that'd be fine, Clark. I could use it. Good. See you in five minutes.

Right.

My new apartment.

Say, Jim, how would you like to work with me on this story?

Well, it suits me, Miss Lane. Where do we start?

My office. Come on.

Number 13?

Aren't you afraid that's unlucky, Lois? Of course not, silly.

Come on in.

Thank you.

Like it?

Yes, very much. This is very nice, Lois.

I hope you'll be very happy here. Oh, thanks, Clark. I just moved in last

night, but I think I'll enjoy it. I'm sure you will.

Well, it's time I got back to my own place.

Ah, Clark.

Yeah? A steak. I beat you to that bonus.

You've got a deal. Night.

Night.

Hi, Sam.

Hello, Kent speaking.

Oh, hello, Lois. What's the matter?

What? Oh, you left your purse in the car?

All right. Sure, I'll bring it over.

I was looking for Miss Lois Lane. She asked me to return this purse.

I'm sorry. You must have the wrong apartment.

Oh, no, that's impossible.

You see, I just left her a few hours ago. This is apartment 13 at the end of

the corner. That's right.

Listen, mister, I don't know what this is all about, but I've lived here for

the last three years.

And you don't even know Lois Lane?

Lois Lane?

Who's she?

Never mind.

Well, it can't be, but it is.

Every stick of furniture is different. Everything.

I'm sorry, but I'll have to ask you to go now. I wouldn't want to have to call

the police.

No, ma'am.

You do work pretty hard, Kent.

Maybe a vacation or even a good night's sleep.

Oh, now, come on, Bill.

I know what you're thinking.

But I'm absolutely sure, positive, that this was the apartment. The same one.

Did you check the landlady? Of course, and the janitor. And they both swear

they never even heard of Lois Lane.

And that this Sarah Green had lived there for over three years.

Well, obviously, you must have gone to the wrong building or the wrong block or

something like that.

Oh, come on now, Bill. You know I'm not exactly an idiot.

Aren't you?

Wait a minute.

Lois' telephone.

The phone company must have a listing.

No, unfortunately, it's not a private number. It goes right to the apartment

switchboard. Oh, and I suppose you checked on that, too.

Of course, and the telephone operator sides with the landlady and the janitor.

Yeah, I'm sorry. We have no Miss Lois Lane living here. Exactly. So what am I

going to do now?

You better make an effort, a full-time effort to find the girl.

In the meantime, I'll arrange to have the building under a 24-hour

surveillance. You know, it does sound a little fishy.

Yeah, I can't thank you enough, Bill.

I don't mind telling you I've been pretty worried.

I'll keep in touch.

You again?

Yesterday and now this morning.

I'm sorry, Miss Green, but I just had to check and see if you were still here.

Say, how'd you know my name?

Well, now, that's a long story.

Now, if I don't believe it, I know you're not going to, so I won't even

bother to repeat it.

Good morning.

Hey, Lefty, where's that cup of coffee?

I'm coming, I'm coming.

There you are, Garrett.

Hey, I wish you wouldn't yell at me like that. I ain't no butler, you know.

Yeah, I know.

Butlers gotta have brains.

Oh, cut it out, will ya?

Okay, okay, Lefty.

Don't get excited.

Hey, uh, Garrett, when are we gonna pick up that money and... I told you never to

mention that dough.

All right.

Who is it?

It's the cleaning staff, Mr. Garrett.

Open up.

Sure, boss.

Who are you, Bob?

This is the day we vacuum your rugs, every Tuesday.

This is Wednesday.

Oh, he's a slow worker.

Okay, come in.

Just don't disturb the boss, see? Yes, sir.

Hey, do you mind if I read the sports section?

What for?

You can't read?

Oh, cut it out, will ya?

Gee, how come you always think I'm so stupid?

I got a hundred good reasons.

Big shot.

Always the big shot. Treat everybody else like a bug. Shut up.

If you don't like it, there's the door.

Oh, cut it out, will ya?

Glad to have you back, Mr. Garrett.

How does it feel?

Okay.

Feels okay.

I bet.

What were you thinking about all them years?

Thinking?

Things, just things.

I bet.

Oh, hey, I hear you're going to open a business.

Yeah, sure.

I'm going to open a parakeet shop.

Awful nosy, ain't you?

I can't help it.

Awful good looking for this kind of work. Well...

She's got three old grandmothers to support. Three grandmothers, huh?

Come here, kid.

Nobody's got three grandmothers.

What's that in your pocket, kiddo?

Oh, it's just a handkerchief.

Yeah? Well, I collect handkerchiefs. Give.

But... He said give.

Yes, sir.

Lois Lane, Daily Planet.

I ain't that nice.

Couple of reporters, huh?

Look, we can explain everything, I hope.

Miss Lane explained everything. I have to go.

Well, all right, we are reporters.

But we just wanted to get an interview. We'd get a bonus if we beat Clark Kemp

to it.

Sit down.

You know, I like people that use their heads.

This ain't a bad gimmick.

I got admiration for it. You do?

Sure.

I remember this Kent character.

He wrote some articles against me once.

You don't have to worry about him.

We've taken care of him.

Jimmy.

What do you mean, taken care of him, Miss Lane?

Come on now, you level with me and I might do you some good.

Well, I had this new apartment, you see.

I arranged everything with the landlady and the janitor and my neighbor from

across the hall.

After Mr. Kent brought me home, I had her move into my place, furniture and

all. I don't get it. Well, it's really simple.

After she moved in, I had Clark come back. Why, he's so confused and so

worried about me, he won't think of anything for days, especially

interviewing you.

I bet Kent must be going around in circles.

I'd sure like to see him make a fool of himself.

Then you'll give us the interview?

Maybe.

All right, now I got an appointment.

Now, when I get back, the joints are clean and everything is nice.

Maybe I'll talk.

Golly, thanks, Mr. Garrett. I said maybe. Come on, let's eat.

Jeepers, that was close.

Sure, but it worked.

Only why didn't we disguise ourselves as census takers or something?

You have a point there.

Come on, Jim.

It's impossible, Candy. Impossible. I know it, Chief, and you know it.

And Inspector Henderson knows it. But the fact of the matter is that Lois has

disappeared and you can't get around it.

Well, I can't explain the room business, of course.

But I do know Lois was determined to beat you to that interview.

What if she got to Garrett and found out too much? No, Gary wouldn't stop at

anything. We know that.

Of course, there's a slim chance there may be a connection. It's our only lead.

Maybe you better call Henderson.

No, he thinks I'm crazy enough already.

And besides, every minute counts.

But it might take you days to get to Garrett. Well, maybe I know someone who

can do it a little quicker. I'll see you later, Chief.

Now for the windows. Will you help me get some water, Jimmy?

I sure never thought I'd be earning that bonus this way.

Come on.

What was he doing here? I don't know.

Unless Clark can't put him up to something.

So that's why you didn't want him to know we were here.

Exactly. But I'd like to know what Superman saw under that rug.

You have a knife, Jim?

You know, it's your service, Miss Lane.

It's a buried treasure.

I wouldn't be surprised.

Why, this must be it. The loot the police never found.

That's right, Miss Lane.

Well, you told us to clean out everything.

So now you know.

You see, Miss Lane, the police ain't positive I've got this dough.

In a couple of years, they'd forget about me.

And I could get it out of the country. Well, that's fine.

I've forgotten about it already.

Sure you have.

Until you get to the police.

And suddenly they become positive.

They'd watch me for the next 50 years.

Well, if you don't need us for anything more... Too bad, kid.

You both learned more than I would have told you in an interview.

What are you going to do now?

Since you're already considered missing, let's keep it that way.

But I'm not missing.

Nowhere you will be.

Nothing. Take him out to the old mine shaft.

You know what to do. Right.

And bury this out there deep.

What for?

If these two halfwits found it here, maybe somebody else will.

Come on, get going.

Mr. Garrett, you'll regret this.

We'll give you one more chance to change your mind.

I'd regret it more if I didn't do it. So long.

I'll understand if you don't send postcards.

All right, halfwits. Let's get going.

Come on.

Superman. Good afternoon, Inspector.

Well, what brings you here?

A tip.

I found out where Garrett banks his money. Where?

Under a floorboard in his apartment. A green throw rug marks the spot.

How do you know?

I saw it there myself.

I would have brought it with me, Inspector, only I didn't have a warrant.

And Superman never steals, not even from Garrett.

Also, if we find it there, it might stack up as pretty good evidence against

him.

Thanks a lot, Superman.

I'll get on it right away.

You're welcome, Inspector.

Excuse me?

Brady, who's in the carpool?

Smith? Oh, fine.

Tell him to get my car ready. I'll be right down.

Oh, and I'll need a search warrant for Garrett's apartment.

Oh, come on, Clark. I've got a story for you.

Oh, really?

What's it about?

Out you go.

This side.

Come on.

What do we do now?

Well, if we had a picnic basket, we could have a picnic.

But seeing as we don't... Well, I'll gladly drive back into town and get some

sandwiches. I got a better idea.

Go on.

Go in there, both of you.

Come on, hurry it up.

It's a good place to play hide and seek.

Nice and dark.

And it's going to be even darker once I yank those posts away.

But if you do that, the roof will cave in.

He's got a good little head on his shoulder, that kid, huh?

Oh, Lefty, you're so cute. I wish I could say clever things like that.

I don't think it was so clever.

Neither do I. If he pulls those braces away, the roof will cave in. And you'll

be inside.

We could smother that way.

That's the general idea.

Now, why would you want to do a thing like that, Lefty? You heard what Garrett

told me.

Lefty? Yeah?

Don't you get tired of taking orders from that goon?

Yeah.

That's the way it is.

That's the way it's always been, you mean.

Oh, he's the brains.

I'm just muscle.

Why? Just because he says so?

But he says it so loud. Of course, because he's bluffing.

He knows you're smarter than he is.

I am?

Certainly. He just doesn't want you to find out.

Hey, maybe you got something there.

And you know what?

You could be the big boss, Lefty.

The boss?

Oh, yeah, but that takes connections, money.

What do you think's in that little box?

Oh, that's the boss's money. I'm supposed to bury him. You haven't been

paying attention, Lefty.

You're the boss.

Now repeat after me. I am the boss.

I am the boss.

Hey, that sounds good.

I am the boss.

And you're taking the money to travel to South America.

And I'm taking the money to travel to South America.

After I get rid of you two, that is. Now, what kind of gratitude is that

after Miss Lane gave you the idea and everything?

But you're too smart for that, Lefty. Why, if you did anything to us, you'd be

in trouble with the law. You'd be a fugitive.

Oh, yes.

And besides, if you want to be the big boss, you need a mob.

Otherwise, there's no one to boss.

Just where am I supposed to get a mob?

Well, you've got a pretty good start right here.

You know, Lefty, there's one thing Jimmy's always wanted to be.

A henchman.

Right, Jimmy?

What? A henchman.

Oh, sure.

When I was a kid and they'd ask me, what do you want to be when you grow up,

Jimmy? I'd always say, a henchman. That's what I want to be.

And this is the chance I've always dreamed of.

The chance to be a gun law.

Now, you wouldn't shatter my hopes, would you?

Well, if that's what you want.

Okay. All right. Now, Jimmy and I will run and pack a few things, and you get

the plane tickets. Hey, I'm the boss.

I'll give the orders.

Yes, sir.

What are they?

Well, you and the kid go pack a few things.

I'll pick up some plane tickets.

Right. And, uh, now why don't you order us to meet at my apartment in an hour?

We'll meet at your apartment in an hour.

Should we start back to town now, boss?

Sir?

Them's my orders.

Go on, get in the car. You drive, henchman. Yes, sir, boss.

In the back with me, ma'am.

Inspector?

I've got a warrant to search this place.

Go right ahead. Be my guest.

Put that thing away.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hello, Garrett.

I haven't seen you in quite a spell.

Yeah, Kent.

I like it that way.

Oh.

Bill, where did Superman say it was?

Under a green throw rug.

Well, this must be the place.

Let's try this.

Bill, it was there. I saw it.

You saw it? Well, I mean, didn't you tell me that Superman said he saw it?

You know, it's beginning to look as if Superman's as goofy as you are, Clark.

He tells me about money that isn't here, and you take Lois to her apartment and

lose her.

Doesn't sound like you were very bright, does it?

It sure doesn't. Come on, let's get going.

All right.

If there's anything else I can do to help, just let me know.

Hello, Clark. This is Lois.

Lois, where are you? In my apartment, naturally.

Where have you been?

Never mind. Just call Inspector Henderson and get over here right away.

But...

Hi, Bill. This is Clark.

Now, I hate to do this to you, but Lois just called. Yes, it was Lois. And she

wants us to go right over to her apartment.

Is she all right?

I don't know. You'll get a chance to find out. All right. I'll meet you

there. It is number 13, isn't it?

I certainly hope so, Bill.

Well. Well, Miss Lane, it's nice to see it's you.

Hi. Come on in.

Hi, Mr. Kent. Well,

nice to see you both.

Oh, it is, is it?

We've been on a wild goose chase for two days, and now you're all sweetness and

light. And what have you been up to?

Curiosity killed the cat. Just relax.

Inspector, keep your gun handy, but out of sight.

Well, baby, I got the...

What is this?

I want you to meet Lefty, and Garrett's money is in that police.

All right, Lefty, let's have it. Move over. Put it on the table.

Why, you no-good double... Now, now, there's no way to talk to your gun, Ma.

Open the bag, Jimmy.

All right, reach for it. All of you.

Put the guns in the bag.

Come on.

Pick up the bag, Lefty.

It's a good thing I had you followed, you little worm.

I was beginning to get suspicious.

I got a driver waiting outside.

We're all going to go for a nice little ride. Come on.

He killed him.

That's what usually happens when you connect with a bullet. Come on, let's

go. Open that door.

Come on.

No. No, please. I didn't mean nothing.

It was just a game.

Games are for kids.

Lang, remember all them years we spent together?

You can't do this to me. Shut up.

Hide the rope to the car.

All right, let's go.

Golly, Superman, you got here just in time. I never thought I'd ever get out

of this alive.

But poor Clark. Garrett shot him.

Don't worry about him, Miss Lane. He's going to be all right.

Probably it's only a flesh wound. Probably.

Does your arm hurt much, Clark? No, Lois. I can truthfully say it doesn't

hurt a bit.

It's just as though the bullet didn't even touch me.

Well, golly, that's good.

Well, Clark, of course, the office will pay your doctor bills.

Well, don't worry, Chief. I don't think there'll be any bills.

Well, speaking of money, Lois, I promised you an extra month's salary.

And I'm going to double it.

Golly, Chief.

Well, all I expected was the interview.

I never dreamed that you'd recover the money and put Garrett safe behind bars

again. And for good this time.

It's all due to you, Lois, with a little help.

Well, however it happened, at least I beat you out.

Don't you always, Lois?

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Superman is based on the original character appearing in Superman

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