All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 03x11 - Flight to the North

NARRATOR:
The Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful
than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings
at a single bound.

MAN: Look! Up in the sky!
MAN 2: It's a bird!

WOMAN: It's a plane!
MAN 3: It's Superman!

NARRATOR:
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.

[���]

[DINGS]

[YAWNS]
Mornin'.

Nope, it's still there.

Why can't I just see pink
elephants like everybody else?

This here ain't
no pink elephant, mister.

This here's Lillybelle,

best little mule
in Skunk Hollow County.

Skunk Hollow County?

Yup. That's where we're from.

Never been
to the big city before.

[SIGHS]

Sign the register.

How, uh--?
What about Lillybelle here?

Oh, don't fret none
about her.

I'll just keep her
in the room with me.

"Sylvester J. Superman."

Well, I'm sorry,
Mr. Superman,

but hotel regulations
don't allow us to--

Superman.

Superman?

Yup, that's me.

It can't be.
It just can't.

Or can it?

I keep this around
just in case of trouble.

Now, if you're
really Superman,

you can bend this iron bar
into a horseshoe.

You city folk
sure learn fast.

How'd you know
I was the strongest man

in Skunk Hollow County?

That's good enough
for me, Superman.

I don't know why you're
wearing that disguise

and draggin'
that mule around,

but I know you
have your reasons,

and that's
good enough for me.

I ain't quite sure
what you're drivin' at, sir.

Don't worry, Superman.
I'll play right along with you.

Take room 18.
Just go through the door,

turn down the hall
to the left.

It sure is a pleasure to find
Skunk Hollow hospitality

in a big city.
Thank you kindly.

[CHUCKLES]

You kill me, Superman.
What an act.

Superman staying at my hotel.

[���]

Hi.

Hello.

Can I help you?

You don't recognize me,
do you, Mr. Kent?

Well, you seem familiar,
but I can't quite place you.

You placed me once,
all right.

Placed me right
in the state pen.

Oh, sure, now I remember.

Leftover Louie Lyman.

That's right, Mr. Kent.

Just graduated yesterday.

You know, if it hadn't been
for those articles you wrote,

I might have got off
with six months,

instead of five years.

I wrote it
the way I saw it, Louie.

And you know you deserved that
five years for the bank job.

Okay, okay.
I-I ain't complainin'.

I just wanted you to know
there ain't no hard feelings.

I appreciate that,
Louie.

I thought ya would.

Don't let it
happen again, see?

That depends on you,
Louie.

You behave yourself
and I won't bother you.

You mind your business, Kent,
and I'll mind mine.

Get it?

Sure, I get it.

Good.

See ya around, pal.

Something tells me you're
gonna be my business, Louie.

Oh, howdy, Mr. Lyman.

Gimme my key.

Oh, your friend Buckets
came by about an hour ago.

I let him in your room.
Fine.

Hi.
Hi.

[GROANS]

I'd just as soon be back
in the pen

as living in this joint.

Now, listen, Louie.

We still got 50 grand
stashed away from that bank job.

Mm-hm.
But you're on parole.

And the cops are gonna keep
their eyes on ya for a while.

So how would it look
if right away

we moved to
a swanky penthouse, huh?

Yeah, guess you're right.

We better lay low for a while.

Hey, uh...

Tell me something,
Leftover.

How does it feel
to be in a real bigtime pen?

I never made nothing
but the local pokies.

Ah, too bad.

You know
what I missed most?

Your girl?

Nah.

What I missed most was...

lemon meringue pie.

You're kidding.
No.

You should see the way
my Aunt Tillie used to make 'em.

Ah, your Aunt Tillie
couldn't even light the oven

for Margie's
lemon meringue pie.

I resemble that,
Leftover.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Where do you get off
insulting my Aunt Tillie?

Wha-- I--

And besides,
who's this Margie dame?

Margie Holloway.

We grew up
on the same street.

I used to pick up a buck

cuttin' the Holloway lawn
when I was a kid.

Every Saturday afternoon.

And Margie would
come out and bring me

a big hunk
of lemon meringue pie,

hot outta the oven.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Well, I'll bet you
half of the 50 grand

that my Aunt Tillie
could bake rings around her.

Why, your Aunt Till--

You mean that?

Sure, I mean it.

Buckets,
you got yourself a bet.

You get a fresh pie
from your Aunt Tillie,

and I'll get one
from Margie.

Yeah, then we get
the first newsboy we see,

and he can
be the impractical judge.

You mean
the impartial judge.

Ah, what's the difference?

Okay? It's a deal.
Yeah.

We meet 6:00 Thursday.

Winner take all.
But remember:

if ya don't bring a pie,
ya lose automatic.

Well...

I ain't seen Margie
for nearly ten years,

but I'll get a pie
out of her somehow.

See ya Thursday, 6:00.

It's a deal.

"R.D. Please come home.

All is forgiven. J.D."

"N-- Not responsible
for any debts but my own.

Herkimer Bedlam."
Ha. You like that.

"Superman.

"Need your help
immediately.

Please contac--"
Superman?

That's me.

Hey, Lillybelle.

How'd someone know
we was in town?

"Superman.

"Need your help immediately.

"Please contact Margie Holloway,

Apartment D, Surf Hotel."

Well, Lillybelle.

I reckon the city's
not much different

from Skunk Hollow at that.

There's only two ways
to treat a neighbor:

Ya help 'em out,
or ya shoot 'em out.

Reckon we better
help this one out.

Sure beats me though,

the way folks knows about you
before ya hardly even gets here.

Come on, Lillybelle.

Come on, Lilly.

Clark.
Yeah?

Have you seen this?
What?

Oh, Superman, huh?

"Superman,
I need your help.

Please contact
Marge Holloway." Huh.

I wonder what she wants
with Superman?

I wonder too, Lois.

I think I'll take a run
over there

and see if I can find out.

The last time Superman
answered one of these ads,

he got in more trouble
than a barrel of monkeys.

Yes. I remember.

You remember?

You weren't
even around then.

Oh, well, uh...

you wrote the story,
didn't you?

And I can read, you know.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

Well, well, well.

If it ain't
the same old Margie.

The same old Margie?

Yeah.
Don't you remember me?

Louie Lyman.

Louie...

You used to
mow our lawn.

That's right.

But I thought--

Well, I read in the papers
that you were--

Away? Well...

You read it right,
Margie.

Well, how did you
find me?

I went back to the old house,

and they gave me
your new address.

Well, if it's a little money
you need, Louie, I'm sure--

No, no, no.
I don't need no money, Margie.

Well, what do you want?

Well, this is gonna
sound kinda funny,

but all I want
is this pie.

I didn't expect you'd have it
all ready for me.

This isn't for you.

Besides, you didn't come here
just for a pie.

Honest, Margie.

All those five years
in the clink...

I did nothing
but dream about your pies.

About those
Saturday afternoons

when you'd-- You'd bring me
a hunk on those pink plates.

Oh, I'm sorry, Louie.
But you can't have it.

What am I askin' for?
Just one little pie.

I'm complimented that you
remember, Louie,

but I baked this one
for someone very special.

Yeah? Who's so special?

His name is Steve.

He's my fianc�.

Oh.

He's in the Air Force
up in Alaska.

Alaska?

Wh-what does he do?
G-guard the icebergs?

Well, he's stationed
in a little radio shack

just 50 miles
outside of Iceville.

Yeah?

Well, so--
So you can bake him another pie.

This is Steve's pie.

Okay, okay.
Then bake another one for me.

I can't, Louie. I promised Steve
before he went away

that I wouldn't bake
lemon meringue pies

for anybody but him.

Listen, kid.
I want this pie, see.

Listen, you give that--

Sorry, Marge, no can do.

Why, you-- How can you--?

Look at it this way.

By the time the pie
got to him,

it'd be as stale as--
As last year's news.

Well, not if it goes
the way I planned, it won't.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Who's that?
Well, I don't know.

But you'd better
put that box down

because now I have a witness,

and you'll be back
in jail for robbery.

Okay.

But you ain't seen
the last of me.

Oh, I don't know
who you are,

but you certainly came
in the nick of time.

I'm Superman, ma'am.

I seen
this here advertise--

You? Superman?
Yes, ma'am.

Now, if you need help
like it says--

Well, come in, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

I had to leave Lillybelle
tied up outside.

Oh, yes, of course.

You had to leave Lillybelle
tied up outside.

Lillybelle's my mule.

Your mule?

Yup.
I never expected

to find so many hitchin' posts
in a big city.

Those are parking meters.

Parking meters.

Well, I reckon ya gotta
have a fancy name

for such fancy
hitchin' posts.

Are you sure
you're Superman?

Well, I reckon I ought to know
who I am, ma'am.

Now, what's this help
you be needin'?

Well, uh...

Well, first of all,

I'd like to have the piano
moved over there.

Glad obliged, ma'am.

[GASPS]

Why, it took four men
to bring that piano in here.

Four? Shucks, they must
have been awful little men.

Well, I'm convinced
you're Superman.

But I certainly didn't
expect you to look like this.

I-I mean--

Aw, shucks, I don't look
like this all the time, ma'am.

You should see me
in my Sunday overalls.

Well, it's none
of my business

why you're putting on
some kind of act, Superman.

But I appreciate
your sense of humor.

Makes you seem
more human.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh, excuse me.
It seems somebody

has put an "open house" sign
on my door.

Miss Holloway?

Yes.

I'm Clark Kent
of the Daily Planet.

I've come in reference
to you ad.

Clark Kent?
I'm a great admirer of yours.

Come in. I'll introduce you
to Superman.

Oh, you will.
You mean Superman's here?

Yes. In person.

Well...

Superman?
Yes, ma'am?

I'd like you to meet
Mr. Kent.

Pleased to meet ya,
Mr. Kent.

On the contrary.

It's I that's pleased
to meet you, Superman.

I was just about to tell
Superman why I needed him.

Yes, I'd like
to hear that too.

Well, first of all,

I'd like to make my annual
contribution to charity.

And I'd like you to do with it
as you see fit.

This here is a powerful
lot of money, ma'am.

What am I supposed
to do for it?

Well, all you have to do
is deliver this to my fianc�.

To a little radio shack

just 50 miles
outside of Iceville, Alaska.

It's the anniversary
of the first day we met,

and you're the only one that
can get it there for me fresh.

Oh, Steve and I
would be so grateful.

Alasky?
That's mighty far, ma'am.

Well, not for you.
You can fly up.

Fly?

Well, if that's the way
you want, ma'am,

I'll do it.
Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Superman.

Um, perhaps I'd better
handle this, Superman.

Oh, no, sirree,
Mr. Kent.

I promised to
help the lady,

and that's what
I'm aimin' to do.

So nobody touches this here

except until I put it in
the hands of her fianc�.

Well, I was just kidding.
Shall we go?

Thank you again,
Superman.

And thank you, Mr. Kent,
for dropping by.

When I read your ad, I thought
there might be a story in it.

Now I'm sure of it.

Bye, ma'am.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Hey, you--

Leftover Louie.

What are you doing here?

My business is with junior,
here, Kent,

and it's strictly legal.

I'm in kind of a hurry,
mister.

I gotta fly this pie
to Alasky.

Don't bother. I'll give you
50 bucks for it.

That's right nice, mister,

but I promised to deliver it
to a soldier.

I'll make it a hundred.

What do you want
with the pie?

I wanna eat it, see.

What do ya usually do
with a pie?

Ain't nobody gonna eat this

'cept the man
it was whomped up for.

Now, I gotta get goin'.

Nice to make your acquaintance,
Mr. Kent.

Same here, Superman.

No, wait a minute.
Hey, I'll make that 200.

Louie!
Three hundred--

Come here.

Now, I--

Let me give you some advice.
In the first place,

he can probably
break you in two.

In the second place,
if you make any trouble,

I'll have to write some more
little articles about you.

You'll get in my hair
once too often, Kent.

Not if you
behave yourself, Louie.

Now, where do you live?
I'll drive you home

because I don't want you
to make trouble.

Don't boss me around,
Kent.

You may be tough, Louie,
but perhaps you've heard

the typewriter is mightier
than the brass knuckle.

Now, where did you say
you lived?

The Crumbly Hotel.

That figures.

Let's go.

[CLICKING]

[WIND GUSTING]

[���]

That was Axle Airbase.

Oh? What did they want?

They wanted to know
how the weather was up here.

I hope you didn't tell them.

I told them the weather
was perfect...

for Eskimos.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Howdy.
You the fella called Steve?

Don't bother
asking me questions.

I'm obviously
out of my mind.

Well, I brung ya this pie
from Miss Holloway. Here.

Margie? A pie?

Yup. Got it here
as quick as I could.

Well, reckon we better
be gettin' back.

Wait a minute, wait.
Come on in.

It's 20 below out there.

That's cold enough
to freeze

even a figment
of the imagination.

Yeah, I reckon
I would like to set awhile.

Come on, Lillybelle.
We been invited in.

I reckon I better unbundle you
a mite, Lillybelle.

Is this for real?

Realest pie
I ever saw.

No, no, I meant you...

and the mule.

Well, now--
Now, that's a funny question.

I'm sorry.

Look, you make yourselves
at home

while I talk this over
with myself.

Well, ain't you gonna
try the pie first?

Well, that's Margie's meringue,
all right.

I can't be dreaming that.

Look, will you
tell me something?

What's this all about
and how did you get here?

Well, Miss Holloway wanted you
to have that there pie.

So me and Lillybelle took one
of them airplanes to Fairbanks

and then a truck
to Iceville,

then I jumped on
Lillybelle and here we are.

It's incredible.

Yup. It's chilly too.

Look, I'll fix up
some grub.

Then we'll start
from the beginning.

That's mighty nice of you.

The Air Force is never
gonna believe this.

[DINGS]

What can I do for you, sir?

Well, you can tell me
where Mr. Lyman's room is.

Oh, it's room 16.
It's down the hall,

turn to the left,
turn to the right,

fourth door to the left.
You can't miss it.

Thank you.
Oh, one more thing.

Yes?
He ain't in.

Well, could you tell me
where he is?

Flyin', I guess.

Flying?

Anyway,
he rented an airplane.

One with skis on it.

Skis? Did you say skis?

Yeah, skis.
S-K-E-E-E-S.

Skis.

Alaska...

lemon meringue pie.

Thank you very much.

[���]

You rassle up
a right nice snack, mister.

Snack?
That's two weeks' rations.

But any man who can do
what you've done deserves it.

Ah, I guess we can
start on this now.

Sounds like
one of them airplanes.

Oh, must be
the monthly mail plane.

He's been due any day now.

Lucky there's enough
for three here.

And maybe just a smidgeon
for Lillybelle?

I'm sorry, I didn't think a mule
would like lemon meringue pie.

But then...
this is no ordinary mule.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me.

Oh, it's cold out here!
Let me in!

Okay, brother.
Where is it?

Where's what?

You know what I mean.
Where's that pie?

Pie? Oh, this is too much
for one day.

Where's that
lemon meringue pie?

Margie's?

Oh, there it is.

Hey. Ain't you the fella
I seen back in the city?

Yeah, that's right,
junior.

What did she do?
Bake that pie with uranium?

No, it's just an ordinary pie.
That's all.

But to me,
it's worth 25 grand.

[WIND HOWLING]

So long, kiddies.
Have fun.

[PLANE ENGINE STARTING]

Should have blasted him.

If there's anything lower
than a mule thief,

it's a pie stealer.

I couldn't.
It's not worth it.

Not even
for one of Margie's pies.

[���]

Well, Lillybelle,

this ain't the first trip
we took for nothin'.

It doesn't matter
about the pie.

It was the thought
that counted.

Margie's and yours.

Shucks, I was just tryi''
to help out a neighbor.

Well, we could certainly
use a world full of your kind.

Uh, would you take this
back to Margie for me?

I made it for her.

It's a mite long,
ain't it?

I guess I got
carried away.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Now, who in tarnation--?

Oh, probably just a Zulu native
riding by on his elephant.

Come in.

Welcome, sir.
It's a vast relief

to realize that I actually
have gone crazy.

Now I can enjoy it.

Has he been here yet?
The man who wanted the pie?

Certainly. He left just
a few minutes ago.

But don't fret. I've got a nice
can of plum pudding for you.

What kind of a plane
was he flying?

I must have missed him.

A yellow, two-engine job...

trimmed with lace
with purple polka dots.

Well, I'm going after him.

Get to the bottom of this
once and for all.

[BUZZING]
Ah, that must be the general

calling to tell me
he's coming to lunch.

Who are you, mister?

Never mind about that now.

Well, this sure
is a realistic nightmare.

That was the man
who stole the pie.

I know. His plane was
forced down by ice on its wings,

and he's holed up
with a portable transmitter

in an ice cave...
which fell in on him.

How could he hear that?
I couldn't hear nothin'.

Well, if that
don't beat all!

He just jumped in the air
and kept on goin'!

You mean that's unusual?

Well...ain't it?

[���]

[MOANING]

Oh, looks like you're
gonna end up as my last meal.

Get me outta here,
Superman.

Anywhere. I don't care,
just so long as it's warm.

But first, we have to return
this pie to its rightful owner.

But I can't walk all the way
back there, Superman.

Who said anything
about walking, Louie?

Well, I can't fly.

With me you can,
and don't worry,

my wings don't ice up.
Come on.

Oh! Oh! Super-- Oh.

Well, I sure hate to see
you leave, Sylvester.

I brung back your pie.

Yes, sure, naturally,
you brung back the pie.

Oh, just a moment.

You mind giving
him a lift?

I reckon not.
Climb aboard, mister.

Why did they ever lead me

outta that nice,
warm penitentiary?

Hey, and you better
be careful, mister.

You're liable to get hurt,
flying around like that.

All right.
I'll be careful.

Come on. Head this mangy beast
south and let's go.

So long.

[MOANING CONTINUES]

[���]

Now.

How about a piece of that pie?

They told me
this Arctic solitude

could do funny things
to a man.

Oh, you're all right, Steve.

Really?
Why, sure.

All you need is an explanation,
which I can give you,

now that I've talked to Louie,
who told me the whole story.

[LOUIE MOANING]

What happened to you?

D-d-don't ask.
Take all the m-m-money.

It's yours.

And don't ever make me
no more bets again.

I can't take it, Louie.

My Aunt Tillie not only
wouldn't make me a pie,

she flung me out
for good measure.

T-take it anyway.

I've seen the c-c-cold facts
of life, Buckets.

From now on...

I g-g-g-go legitimate.

Harry. Mr. Kent
stopped by to see me.

We both figured to see
how you was comin' along.

Don't worry, Louie.
You'll thaw out in time.

Listen, Kent.

M-m-me and Buckets
has seen the light.

Cross my freezing heart
and hope to die.

You know, Louie, this time,
I believe you.

Well, that takes care
of them, Sylvester.

How about you?

Well, I'll tell ya,
Mr. Kent.

I don't feel right natural
around these here parts.

I'm going back to Skunk Hollow

where I can
be just plain Superman.

And the best of luck to you,
Superman.

And you too, Lillybelle.

[���]

[���]

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