All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 03x12 - The Seven Souvenirs

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.

[���]

All right, Max,
take 'em in the car.

Hi, Superman.

Hello, Jimmy,
what are you doing here?

I was at headquarters
when Inspector Henderson

got the call.

Looks like the kid
beat out Clark Kent

on a Superman story.

I wouldn't say that.
Kent gets around too.

Wait.

Superman,
thanks again for helping us.

Not at all, inspector.

Well, couple more crooks
locked up, thanks to him.

Want a lift downtown?

No, never mind, inspector.

I want to look around here
for a bit.

What for?

You didn't happen to see that
crowbar around here, did ya?

You mean, the one Superman
wrapped around those two crooks?

[CHUCKLES]

Boy, it was bent
like a pretzel.

No, he got it off for us
and then, uh...

Well, that's funny.

A lot of people around,
maybe somebody picked it up.

What do you want it for?

I thought it might make
a good souvenir.

Yes, it would.

Matter of fact, I wouldn't mind
having it myself.

But I guess we're out of luck.
Somebody beat us to it.

So long, Jimmy.
Bye, inspector.

[CHIMES JINGLE]

Genuine...

Super...man...

souvenir.

There.

Now, what'll I charge?

Ten dollars.

No, no, no.
That's not enough.

Fifteen.
Fifteen.

No, no, no, no.
Twenty-five dollars.

Twenty-five dollars.

There.

[CHUCKLES]

I knew the minute I put
that item in the window

it would sell.
Here, feel this.

A solid iron crowbar.

Or maybe steel.

Now, could you bend
a crowbar like that?

Or could I?

No, only Superman,
the great Superman--

Never mind all that stuff.

You were in the crowd

when they arrested those guys,
weren't ya?

I saw you
on the street afterwards.

Yes, of course.

But you can't
take this away from me.

Finders keepers.

This is one of the best finds
I ever made.

Now, $24.50.
Would $24.50 be too much?

You mean you picked that up
just so you could sell it?

Well, what do you think
I'm in business for, my health?

I was in business for my health
until I got the Superman idea.

Look, a spinning wheel.
Would you want a spinning wheel?

Or an Oriental back-scratcher?

No, of course not.

You're a young man
of the Metropolis.

When you buy a curio,
it's got to be authentic.

It's got to be real.
It's got to be Superman.

You're talking so much
I don't understand

what you're trying to say.

Twenty dollars
and seventy-five cents.

No!

I don't have
that kind of money.

But...do you mean
you've got other Superman stuff?

Yeah.
Maybe something for $5.

You do have $5,
don't you?

Well, maybe three or four--

Here. Three-fifty,
and it's yours.

A brick.

A brick?
Oh, you ignorant young man.

Look, that's where his thumb
went right through it.

The one and only
such brick in existence.

You mean Superman's thumb?

Yeah,
the something-or-other case.

You must have read about it
in the Daily Planet

a couple of weeks ago.

Anyway, he smashed through
a brick wall,

and I collected
every one of the bricks.

And that's the last one
there is.

Three and a quarter.

Oh, I'll take it
for three and a quarter.

Jeepers, you got all kind of
Superman souvenirs, haven't ya?

J. Willy, proprietor,
at your service.

The Superman souvenir shop.

Yeah. Golly, that's some idea.

Well, thank you, sir.

Yeah, come back, won't you?
Come back.

As you can see, it was just
a routine assignment.

Hi, Mr. Kent, Miss Lane.
Look what I got.

Who you gonna throw that at?

Nobody.
This isn't a throwing brick,

this is a saving brick.

What are you talking about?

Apparently Jimmy's planning
on getting married, Lois,

and he's saving up
for his house, brick by brick.

What on earth?
Let me see it.

Be careful, don't touch it.
It's the only one there is.

Look, that's his thumbprint
in it.

Whose?
What are you talking about?

A Superman souvenir.
It's real too.

The guy at the store said--
Oh, I know.

But I bet it cost you three
or four dollars, didn't it?

How do you know?

I found that shop yesterday.

And Mr. Willy,
isn't he the cutest thing?

But you should see
the bargain I got.

Will someone please tell me
what this is all about?

Oh, you're not interested.

Look, Jimmy, a dagger,
and only $4.95.

Bet that's better
than a dirty old brick.

I'm gonna use it
as a paperweight at home.

Gee, I wish I'd got there first.

What good is it?
It's bent.

Oh, Clark, really.

This is the same knife
a spy used

to try to stab Superman
with last month.

It's bent because it
couldn't pierce his skin.

Oh, sure.
I remember.

Huh?

How could you remember?
You were out of town, Mr. Kent.

Don't pay any attention to him.

He's up in the clouds today.

The boss's been patting him
on the back

for getting that story

about Superman catching crooks
this morning.

Oh. But that was the story
I was gonna write.

I was there
with Inspector Henderson.

I mean, I got so interested
in souvenirs,

I forgot all about it.

I don't blame you, Jimmy.

Gee, the things
that Mr. Willy's got.

Maybe I could write a story
about him.

About those souvenirs.

Golly, Mr. Kent,
you ought to see the crowbar--

Mr. Kent is just
not interested, Jimmy.

He hit me.

He hit me.

Mr. Jasper, sit down.
Jimmy, get some water.

You know me?

Of course. Jasper and Company,
chemical engineers.

Your office
is right down the corridor.

Now, tell me.
Who hit you?

I don't know.
I never saw him before.

He had a scar--

The payroll.
That's what he was after.

I've gotta get back
to my office.

It was the whole payroll
for my plant out of town.

That money's gone
I'll be ruined.

No.

It's still here.

That's strange.
I was unconscious.

He could have taken it.

It looks to me like you
were just plain slugged.

Have you got any enemies?

No, not that I know of.

He was such a huge bruiser,

he must have been after
something.

Now, let's see.

I was just sitting there,

playing with a paperknife
I'd recently bought--

Did you say a paper knife?

It's gone.

It was just a silly
little thing, I know.

It was only worth
a few dollars.

I picked it up this morning
at the curio shop.

Believe it or not,
it was a dagger

all bent out of shape
when it bounced off Superman.

Superman?

You know something,
that's what he took.

That's what the man
came here after.

I must be. It's the only thing
that's missing.

But why?

Was it anything like this?

Why, yes.

That's it.
That's mine.

How did you get it?
Oh, no, it isn't.

I bought it yesterday afternoon.

That's strange.
It's identical.

Same blade, heavy handle,
everything.

And Mr. Willy said mine
was the only one there was.

That's what he told me too.

Let me see that knife, Lois?
No.

I just think it's something

that Superman should know
himself, that's all.

Yes, I think he should.

Well, maybe he will.

Maybe I'll find him and tell him
about that souvenir shop.

It's my knife, Clark,
and my mystery.

You weren't even interested--

All right, Lois, all right.
I'm sorry.

But this isn't the time
to go into it.

But it is time for you and Jim
to take this gentleman

down to see Inspector Henderson
and tell him the whole story.

Oh, and just what do you
propose to do, Mr. Kent?

Since everyone
is so interested in souvenirs,

I thought I might shop around
a bit myself.

Would you hurry, please?
I'm late for an appointment.

There you are,
and there's your change.

Oh, women.

Never a word
of goodbye or thanks for--

Good morning, sir.
What can I do for you?

Good morning. I understand
you sell souvenirs here.

Of Superman.

Oh, the crowbar!

Yes, indeed I do.

And you're just the man
for that crowbar.

Well, I don't know
about the crowbar,

but I am interested
in a knife.

A knife?

Yes, the dagger
that was supposedly flattened

on Superman's chest.

I believe you have it.
Oh, that knife.

Yes, yes, indeed I have.

I have it right here.

Oh, you have.
It?

Well, there's only one,
naturally.
Oh.

All my souvenirs
are authentic originals.

Is that so?

Just ask Superman,
if you don't believe me.

Now, that knife is right...
Oh, I remember!

It's out back.

I took it down the street
for polishing the other day.

Anything I hate,
is a rusty souvenir.

Oh, so do I.

Don't worry, it won't take
a minute to unwrap it.

Take your time.
I'm in no hurry.

I'd like to
look around.

I'll find it.
I'll find it.

Don't worry.

Yeah, yeah.
Here we are.

It'll just be a minute now.
Just be a minute.

Oh, oh, oh, oh.
I dropped it.

Didn't hurt it a bit.
There, look at that.

Bent by the man of steel,
himself.

And only $7.50.

Mr. Willy, has it
ever occurred to you

how Superman might feel
if he caught you doing this?

There's no harm
in selling souvenirs.

I don't think
he'd like it much.

Nonsense.
Nonsense.

I know Superman
better than you do.

He's got nothing against me.
He doesn't want to see me poor.

That's not what I meant.

I'm talking about
selling fake souvenirs.

Like that drawer full
of extra knives there.

My souvenirs are authentic--
That is, most of them.

Wait a minute.

That woman who was just here
drove off in the car,

what did she buy?

Just a little souvenir.
What kind of a souvenir?

Well, well, it--
It was a knife.

A knife.
Well, who is she?

Where does she live?
I don't know anything about her.

I do a strictly cash business.
No charge account.

Hence, no names and addresses.
Oh, fine.

Ugh...

Man must be crazy.

[���]

Get me out.

Help, the door's jammed.
Help me, please.

[SOBBING]

Oh.

Now, now, it's all right.
Take it easy.

He was--
He was in the back seat.

Hiding!
I saw him in the mirror.

Who was?
Now, what happened?

The man with the scar.

He grabbed my package...

and then-- Then
I started skidding.

He jumped out
before the car even stopped.

I saw him running, and then
people came to help me--

Now, just a minute.
Hold it up.

Easy does it.

You say a man took your package?
A man with a scar?

Yes. And there was
my purse, right there.

Why didn't he take that?

What was in that package?

Oh, just a silly little knife.

A-- A bent-up little knife.

I mean...you bent it.

It was a souvenir I just bought.
Oh.

Superman, what does it mean?

I don't know yet.

But with the number
of knives floating around,

I'd better find out in a hurry.
Will you excuse me?

Certainly.
Thank you.

Now, let's see.
Who's next?

Great Caesar's ghost.
How many?

And in each case the man
just took one of those knives?

Kent, where have you been?

This is the craziest story
we've had in years.

Is that Inspector Henderson?

Three more people
have been assaulted,

from each one they took
a souvenir knife.

All just the same.

Yes, go on.
Has Lois Lane
come back yet?

Shh.
I said
has Lois come back?

Quiet.
Chief, I'm sorry.
Let me have it.

Hello, Bill?

Hey. What's all the shouting
up there?

Yes, Kent, I heard you.

Miss Lane's still here
at headquarters,

so of course, she's all right.

Oh. I was worried.

She has one of those knives
herself.

She has?

She didn't tell me
anything about it.

Well, you'd better
take it away from her.

Everyone that has one
seems to be getting in trouble.

What's this about
more people being assaulted?

Oh, yes.

Three others who bought knives
also had them stolen.

No, nobody killed yet.

But it was probably the same
scarfaced man who did it.

He'd have to move
awfully fast.

Not necessarily.

One of these assaults
happened last night,

the others early this morning.

I've got Mr. Jasper,
the chemist, in the other room

trying to put together
a description

of the scarface for us.

That's where Miss Lane
and young Olsen are right now.

But I sure didn't know
she had a knife.

Now, hang on a second.

Well, what's bothering you?

Nothing.
I was just trying to remember.

I think his scar was on
the right side of the face.

Miss Lane?

You mean the girl reporter?
Yes.

She and the boy went out
several minutes ago.

Went out?

There was a messenger here
with a note.

Something about a fire
in her apartment.

Miss Lane and Jimmy
went over to her apartment.

Something about a fire.

Thanks, Bill.

Hey, where you going, Kent?

They may be in trouble again.

I don't smell any smoke.

There's not a fireman
or a piece of fire hose in--

Okay,
don't bother to turn around.

Step over there, Miss Lane.

You. Tie her up
and blindfold her. But good.

What's this all about?

Just a knife,
that's all.

What do you want
with that knife?

Don't you wish you knew.

Make a million bucks, maybe.

'Cause I'm a nut
for souvenirs, maybe.

Oof!

[JIMMY YELLS]

Jimmy.
Are you all right?

They never learn
not to fool around with me.

[���]

[AIR WHOOSHING]

Jimmy, I hear Superman.

Well, looks like
I'm too late again.

I tried to jump the guy
with the scar, Superman,

but he whacked me
over the head,

and he got away
with the knife.

But, Superman,
I've got it!

I know why
he wants those knives.

There's something valuable
hidden inside one of them.

And he keeps chasing after them
until he finds the right knife.

I hardly think that's likely.

But, Superman, the real knife,

I mean, the one Mr. Willy
claims all these to be,

is the one a spy
tried to stab you with

several weeks ago, remember?

And he from Asia.

Maybe there's a secret formula
hidden inside one of 'em.

Now, just a minute, Jimmy.

We're getting a little wild,
aren't we?

If you could only use
your x-ray vision--

Superman, he's right.

Why else would a man

be so frantic
to get all these knives?

There's one sure way
to find out.

How?

I'll get hold of a knife
and walk around town--

He'd never attack you.
That's very true.

So I'll get
Clark Kent to do it.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Meanwhile,
you two be careful.

Well, he and Clark Kent

are certainly being thick
these days.

They sure are.

We got him.
We need a seventh knife.

That's what the boss wanted.

This guy's
got the craziest reactions.

Let go, bud,
you're unconscious!

We gotta take him with us,
Louie.

Gimme a hand.

This is it, Louie.
Big house, right ahead.

The boss will be along
pretty quick.

Then we can collect
our million-bucks pay

and retire.

Hey, what a job, huh?

[LAUGHS]

Hey, he let go of the knife.
I got it.

Now the job's
really completed.

Come on,
we'll dump out here.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[���]

[RINGING]

Yes?

Who?

Superman!

Yes, yes. I'll get there
as quickly as I can.

We got it.
We got it.

A million bucks.

Leave us be on our way.

Leave us.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[���]

[SIRENS WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Hello, inspector.

Well, well,
already captured 'em, eh?

These are just the hired hands
who did the work.

They don't look bright enough
to mastermind anything.

Bright enough to collect
a cool million dollars.

A million dollars?
But who paid 'em.

What could be in those knives
that's worth that much money?

We'll find out when we go
up the road a little ways.

Can Flannery take care
of these two characters?

Flannery can.

So hop in if you don't mind
riding in a car for a change.

My pleasure to ride
with you always, inspector.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

Yes?

Yes, who is it?

MAN:
Victor Henderson.

Oh, hello there.
Come in. Come in.

Mr. Jasper!

Yes, this is
his home.

That's right.
What do you want?

You know.
Where are the knives?

All seven of them.

Knives?

Perhaps I can help you,
inspector.

I see them through that wall.

On the table.

I don't understand.

They're just souvenirs
I bought.

Here we are, inspector.

Mr. Jasper,
you're under arrest.

You're responsible
for all this.

What?

Why, I haven't done anything.

Don't you realize?
I was even assaulted myself.

Sure, sure, to make it
look good, I know.

No, please listen to me--
Never mind.

Superman, I'm gonna look around
the rest of the house.

All right, inspector.

You believe me,
don't you?

I was just
sitting here working.

We have a synthetic-metals
program under way, you know.

But if someone else
has been in the house,

I'm sure I didn't
know about it.

I see, Mr. Jasper,

Everyone seems to think
there's something very valuable

in one of those knives.
Oh.

And you're going to examine them
with your x-ray vision.

Mm-hm.
That's correct.

That's the most powerful x-ray
in the world, isn't it?

I presume so,
when I want it to be.

We'd better stand back.

We could be burned by the ray
bombardment, so intense.

That's quite correct.

You'd better
all wait in the hall.

Very well.

Well?

Looks like you're all wrong.

There's absolutely
nothing hidden

in any one
of those knives.

Of course not.

The knives are mine.
I bought them legitimately.

Maybe there has been a mistake.

Superman, look at this.
Seven more knives.

I found them
in the upstairs hall.

Oh, no.

I don't think you'll find
anything hidden in those either.

Hey, maybe those are the ones
the guy with the scar

stole from the people
and brought here.

But why? And who did
he deliver them to?

And if there isn't anything
in the knives...

Well, at least you know
I'm telling the truth now.

You can't prove I've done
one single thing wrong.

I've never seen those knives
before.

And the ones in my office...

Well, they're just mine,
that's all.

Now, please take your mysteries
out of here.

Superman, what do you
think we ought to do?

Believe him, I guess,
inspector.

That is, if Mr. Jasper will
do me one favor before we go.

Why, of course.
I'd like to cooperate.

Fine. I'd like to have
one of your knives.

As a souvenir.
Certainly.

Here, it's all yours.

No, no.
Not one of those.

I want one of the knives
in there

that I just subjected
to my x-ray vision.

What? No.

I mean, help yourself.

You're afraid to go in that
room, aren't you, Mr. Jasper?

You know all about
harmless metals, don't you?

Or perhaps the alloys I saw
in there are no longer harmless.

Please,
don't make me go in there.

It's all very simple.

You hire a couple of thugs
to steal knives,

so we'll think there was
something hidden in one of them.

Why?

So you could trick me
into using my x-ray vision

on certain knives
you made yourself, right?

Yes, yes. The knives
are made out of alloy.

I've worked on this
all my life.

But your x-ray was
the only one powerful enough.

I don't get it.
What's he talking about?

I'll show you, Jimmy.

There, you see?

Jeepers.

You see, Jimmy...

Certain alloys can be changed
when bombarded by an x-ray.

That is, provided you can
find one powerful enough.

Mr. Jasper here has made
a truly remarkable discovery.

He tricked me
into using my x-ray vision

on those knives of his.

Which transformed them
into pure radium,

worth many millions
of dollars.

All right, Mr. Jasper.

Come along with me.

[���]

[CHIMES JINGLE]

Superman.
Yes, Mr. Willy.

Everyone's taken care of
but you.

Everyone?

The police just appropriated
several million dollars

worth of radium
for Metropolis hospitals.

It was obtained fraudulently
by a man who's now in prison.

Prison?
Fraud?

Superman, you're not going
to say what I did was that?

Not exactly.

But I want you to stop selling
Superman souvenirs.

Even if they're genuine,
like that crowbar.

But I have stopped.
Can't you see?

I'm in the pastry business now.

My wife does the baking,
and I do the selling.

That souvenir business
was far too dangerous.

Far too dangerous.
You're absolutely right.

Well, good luck to you.

Oh, and don't eat up
all the profits.

Hm. Oh, Superman?

Yes?

Anytime you need a wedding cake
or anything like that,

just please,
it'll be on the house.

Thank you.
I'll remember.

Oh, that beautiful cape of his.

What a souvenir that would make.

[���]

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