All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 05x03 - The Town that Wasnot

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 1: 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.

[���]

[TRUCK SQUEAKING]

I can't understand it.

A valuable load
of drugs disappears,

and two days later,
there's not a trace

of the truck
or the driver.

Looks to me like more than
a simple case of hijacking.

Well, the drug company
agrees with you.

They've got a warrant out
for the driver's arrest.

They believe that he drove
the truck to a prearranged spot

to meet with
his accomplices.

However, Kent still believes
it was a hijacking job.

Where is Clark,
incidentally?

He's been out all day
tracking down a lead.

[���]

Well, if Kent doesn't
get back soon,

we'll have to go to press
without his story.

I have a hunch
we won't get any story

until someone tries
to sell those drugs.

[DOOR OPENS]

Well, it's about time
you got back.

Did you get
anything?

Not a thing. And I can't
understand it.

I can understand
where a plane

can be missing
in a flight,

but not a truck
on an open highway.

Superman was out.

He couldn't find
anything suspicious.

Oh, on top of everything else,
we're short-handed.

Jimmy won't be back from
his vacation for another week.

Well,
I consider that

the only break
we've had so far.

[SIREN WAILING]

Well, what is it, pal?
A fire or a wedding?

This is a highway.

I was only doing 35
in a 45-mile zone.

Yeah, you were
also doing 35

right through
the town of Akport.

What town?
I didn't see any town.

No, of course you didn't,
at the speed you were going.

Are you gonna
give me a ticket?

And never hear
from you again?

Nothing doing.

You turn your car around
and follow me.

[TIRES SQUEAL]

[DOG BARKS
IN DISTANCE]

So this is Akport.
No wonder I didn't see it.

Don't talk like that
in front of the judge.

He's sensitive
about our town.

You got a judge here?
Who elected him? You?

Just step inside.

Now, let's see,
young man.

The arresting officer's
got you marked down here

going 40 miles
an hour.

Sure, I was doing 40,

but that's below
the highway limit.

Well, the town
of Akport's

clearly posted
25 mile an hour.

Your whole town
is only 100 yards long,

and by the time
anyone sees the sign,

they're out of town.

[DOOR OPENS]

Well, now, the size
of Akport

has nothing
to do with it.

Our citizens are
still entitled

to the protection
of the traffic laws.

The fine is, uh...

$5 for a mile

for every mile
above the speed limit.

That'd be, uh...

[MUMBLES INDISTINCTLY]

...$75 or 75 days
in jail.

Seventy-five dollars?

That's highway
robbery.

Plus $5 for insulting
the court.

But--
Making a grand total of $80.

Now, do I hear
any further outbursts?

[SIGHS]

Thank you. Next case.

COP:
I have a James Olsen here,
Your Honor.

I clocked him
at 35.

JUDGE:
All right.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I'm no public accountant,

but I know
my tables of five.

That's 50 bucks.

Even.

How we doing, Frank?

Now, that's 130 bucks
just now.

That makes, uh...

$640 so far today.

Not bad. We're averaging

close to $1000 a day
in fines alone.

Yes. And that truck
of chemicals

we grabbed,
another 10,000 net.

Hey, we've been in this spot
almost a week now.

Don't you think it's time
we move the town?

Oh, in a day or so.

I think it's safe to
stay here for a while.

You know, this is the sweetest
setup we've ever had.

You don't even
have to use a gun,

and the suckers pay up
almost willingly.

[BOTH LAUGH]

You know, if it keeps up
as good as this,

we'll be able to buy
a legitimate town

and do this whole thing
legally.

Give me a break,
inspector.

I can't keep writing
headlines that say,

"Police Expect
Early Arrest."

Yes? I see.

Well, thanks anyway.

Nothing?

Nothing. They haven't
even got the smell of a clue.

The truck and the driver
just disappeared

from the face
of the earth.

[DOOR OPENS]

PERRY:
Well, what are you
doing here?

Your vacation still has
five days to go.

I ran out of
money.

I thought you had it
all budgeted.

I did. But I run into
an expense

that wasn't
in my budget.

Oh. Anything happen
with the car?

It sure did.

It got caught
going 35 miles an hour

in a 25-mile
zone.

Ha. Serves you right
for speeding.

But I wasn't
speeding.

In fact, I was doing 10 miles
under the highway limit.

But I passed these four
little wooden buildings

that they called a town,
and they fined me 50 bucks

for speeding within
the town limits.

Well, I wouldn't feel
too badly about it, Jimmy.

Some few small towns
are speed traps,

but the majority
are just trying to

protect their citizens.

I wanna do a story about
that phony speed trap.

I took some pictures.

No, you don't.
You don't use this paper

to work off
your private grudges.

That's lesson number one
for a newspaperman,

and I'm surprised that you
hadn't learned it before this.

I want you to work on
this truck thing with Kent.

Chief?
PERRY:
Yes?

I, um...uh--

Oh, all right.

[SIGHS]

Here's an advance.

Thanks,
chief.

Come on, junior.

Oh,
Olsen.

Yes, sir?

You better let Kent drive.

[LAUGHS]

[JAZZ PLAYS ON JUKEBOX]
[DOOR CLOSES]

Hi.

Sit right down,
fella.

What'll you have?
A steak?

What else?

How do you
like it?

Big and thick.

Think you can do that
for half a buck?

Coming right up.
Coffee now?

At these prices,
can I say no?

[ALARM BUZZES]

Sounds like you're
gonna have company.

I don't want company.
I want out.

When does my case
come up?

Keep your shirt on,
Mr. Harris.

The judge should be back
from his fishing trip real soon.

His trip isn't
the only thing

around here
that sounds fishy.

I could lose
my job for this.

How about letting
me out on bail?

Sorry, Mr. Harris.

You don't seem to realize
the seriousness of your offense.

My only offense was

in driving through
your crummy town.

My brakes are perfectly
all right, and you know it.

Oh, I've gotta tell
the fellas about this place.

Uh, you'll be known as
the truck drivers' friend.

Always glad to have
you fellas stop by.

You know, I still can't
see how you do it.

Brother owns
a butcher shop.

What are you
hauling?

Oh, a mixed lot.

Mostly furs and TV tubes.

Furs and TV tubes,
huh?

How about another
cup of coffee?

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

[CHOPPY ALARM BUZZES]

Looks like I was right.
You are going to have company.

What do you mean?

Another trucker. I wouldn't
be a bit surprised

if his brakes
tested out bad too.

Sure does
my heart good

to see a man enjoy
the food the way you do.

Mm.

Hey. Wha--?

W-w-what's that cop
doing by my truck?

Anything wrong,
officer?

Having a lot of
accidents lately.

Mainly on account
of faulty brakes.

We have a strict law
about that here.

Oh, there's nothing
wrong with those.

I just had them tested
before I set out.

Sorry, fella. We'll have to
check them ourselves.

It looks like you have
a loose air hose under there.

Wha--?

Another truck
has disappeared.

Loaded with
valuable furs

and other disposable
merchandise.

And not one of you
has brought back

a single clue that
we could pin a story on.

Well, for that matter,
neither have the police.

Well, that's
not my problem,

but the Planet is.

Now, get out and
bring me back a story

that'll have an angle
that will sell papers.

Right, chief.
Come on.

You get going too.

You'll not find those trucks
around this office.

And I don't think we'll
find them nosing around

every character
that's ever been

connected with
a hijacking job.

You talk like a girl
with an angle.

I am.

I think this is
an entirely new crowd

operating in an entirely
new way.

I'd like to start driving
along the highway,

stopping in every diner
and gas station along the way,

until I can
pinpoint the area

where the trucks
were last seen.

Every diner and gas station.

That could take months.

I know it. But I may
get lucky right away.

Anyway, what have
we got to lose?

All right. Get going.

But...

phone me every day
so I can sort of

keep an eye on you, eh?

Thanks, chief. But don't
run anything on me.

It might alert whoever's
behind all this.

Hanlon said
you wanted to see me.

That's right.
I just got a report

on the armored-car
shipment.

It's leaving
tomorrow morning.

Was it coming through
this highway?

No, no. Now, look. It's
gonna come through here.

Now, we'll have to move
the town to this spot

between Springfield
and Benford.

We'll set up the detour here
and the roadblock there.

Good. Well, we'll
start moving

right after dark.

Right.
[DOOR OPENS]

Trouble, boss.

Well, what's up?
Nosy dame
over at Joe's Diner

asking a lot of questions
about the missing trucks.

Well, did you get
a line on her?

No. But why should
she ask questions here?

Could be a reporter
or a policewoman.

We can't afford to
take any chances.

We've gotta grab her.
Now, get going.

Now, let me think,
miss.

All I wanted to know is

if you've seen either
of the trucks or the drivers

I described to you.

It's rather hard
to say.

I get a lot of
truckers in here.

Account of the prices,
you know.

I'll bet you do.
But think hard, Joe.

This is very important.

Well, now that
I think of it...

this fella looks
a little familiar.

I think he was in here
sometime last week.

But it couldn't
have been last week.

He started out
three days ago.

Can I help you, miss?

Oh. Well,
I hope so, officer.

I was looking for
a lead on

the disappearance
of those trucks.

Were you now?
What's your interest in this?

You with the police?

Well, no. I'm a reporter
with the Daily Planet.

How do I know
you are?

Oh, I have my press card.

Now, just a minute.

I really am a reporter.

Why, you can call
the Metropolis Daily Planet.

Yes, we'll
do that.

But in the meantime,
you look suspicious to me.

We'll have to detain you
until we check you out.

Purely routine.

Well, I suppose there's
nothing I can do about it.

But you're gonna look
awfully silly

when you find
I'm telling the truth.

We have a motto in our
department, miss.

"Better to be
silly than sorry."

I wouldn't
kid you, Perry.

We have absolutely
no lead.

Not even a general section
of the country?

[CHUCKLES]

Now, what are you
so worried about?

This gang, if it is one,
will slip up sooner or later.

Well, it better be sooner.
I'm worried about Lois.

Lois? What has
she got to do with it?

Well, she went off
to investigate on her own.

She was supposed to
phone in here every day.

She didn't call
yesterday or today.

Hm. That sounds
serious.

Have you tried to
find her at all?

H-has Kent?

No. I don't want
Kent knowing about this.

He'll be chasing off too.
That's why I called you.

Well, of course I'll do
everything I can.

Uh, what highway
was she traveling?

Highway 53.
And when she phoned me

she was
in Dartsville.

Good day, gentlemen.

Who phoned you
from Dartsville?

An old aunt
of mine.

An old aunt,
eh?

Then why didn't you want me
to hear about her?

Kent, you are
an eavesdropper.

And what
good reporter isn't?

Now, come on,
chief, give.

What are you trying to
hold out on me?

All right.
I'm worried about Lois.

She went out
trying to dig up

a lead on
the missing trucks.

She was supposed to
phone in here every day.

And I haven't heard from her
since day before yesterday.

You mean,
from Dartsville?

Yes.

She's probably
somewhere

past there now
on Highway 53.

Right.
Kent.

Hm?

Are you gonna look for Lois?
Well, naturally.

Do you mind
if I go along?

Oh, I have
a police car outside,

but I'd rather
not use it.

It might alarm whoever it is
we're looking for.

Well, my car's
in the shop

getting some
new tires.

Jimmy's been
driving me.

I don't think
he'd mind driving you.

Fine.
Okay.

PERRY:
Oh, Kent.
Yes, sir.

Uh, now that you know,
you might as well go along.

And if Henderson finds anything,
I want a story.

You can use one of
the company's cars.

CLARK:
Come on, Bill.

Well, why
stop here?

I'm trying to recognize
the countryside.

Well, we're four miles
outside of Dartsville.

And the gasoline attendant
positively identified Lois,

so we know we're on
the right track.
Big deal.

Well, if she didn't
stop at the next town,

she's somewhere between
Dartsville and there.

Right. I'm wondering,
what are we doing

stopping in the middle
of nowhere?

This is where I got it
last time.

Got what?
Akport.

There isn't
any such town.

Tell that
to the judge.

Well, that's exactly
what I hope to do.

Huh?

We have a police official
at this time, remember?

Oh, yeah.
That's right.

I'd like to see that joker
try to stop me now.

Well, if that's the case,
let's get started.

Wait a minute. I think there's
something funny going on here.

I'd swear this is
where Akport was.

Well, so you made
a mistake.

Now, come on,
let's get

back in the car
and get going.

I couldn't have
made a mistake.

I took this highway,

and it was about four miles
outside of Dartsville.

But a town just doesn't
get up and move away.

Mr. Kent, Inspector Henderson.
Come over here.

What is it?
This is the rock I tripped over

when the officer pushed me
into the courtroom.

What officer?
What courthouse?

Now, wait just a minute, Bill.
Are you sure, Jim?

Sure, I'm sure.
Right here.

The courthouse
was right here.

He could be right
at that, Bill.

Lot of footprints
around here.

Yeah...

[CLEARS THROAT]

And a few
bent nails.

Funny place to
find nails, isn't it?

Mm-hm. Looks as though

somebody took something
apart here.

Something like a town?

Ridiculous. You don't
take a town apart.

I wouldn't be too sure
of that, Bill.

I know this is where
the town of Akport was.

Well, if that's
the case,

we're dealing with
unusual crooks.

And they may have Lois.

Well, let's
get going.

All right,
but let me drive.

If any cops stop us, let me
do the talking. Come on.

[SIGHS]

Hey, come on.

You just can't
throw people in jail

and keep them
indefinitely.

We're doing it,
ain't we?

Boy, I never
took a poke

at a cop
in my life,

but in your case I'd like
to make an exception.

Big talk.

Yeah, you just take off
that gun and open this door,

and we'll show you
what kind of big talk it is.

Oh, be nice, boys,
and shut up, will you?

You're interfering
with my literary pursuits.

And let me
tell you something.

Interfering with
the working press

can get you some
pretty bad publicity.

Publicity
we don't want.

But you're in no position
to give us any publicity.

Now, be a good kid.

And after a while
Joe will bring you over

one of those nice
steaks of his.

Oh, thanks a lot.

[SIREN BLARING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

Well, what is it,
a fire or a wedding?

What's the matter with you
small-town coppers, anyway?

We weren't
bothering anybody.

We have very strict
speed laws around here.

You follow me.

Is that the man?

It's he. Even the same
opening line.
Hm.

Step inside
the courtroom.

I think the judge will be able
to hear your case immediately.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Come on in.

I have a speeder here,
Your Honor.

[WHISPERS]
You idiot.

You were supposed
to be

watching out for
the armored car.

[WHISPERS]
But it's not due until tonight.

We can't take a chance
on missing it.

I told you not to fool
with speeders today.

But these guys
were really speeding.

I guess I just
got carried away.

Well, all right.

But let's get it
over with quick.

[CLEARS THROAT]

Which, uh...

Which one of you
was driving?

I was, Your Honor.

JUDGE:
How fast was he going,
officer?

COP:
Sixty, Your Honor.

Mm-hm.
Your name?

Clark Kent, sir.

Kent.

Well, young man, I'm gonna
make an example of you.

Hundred and fifty dollars
or 90 days.

Fair enough. Only I haven't
got that much cash.

Will you take
a check?

Certainly not.

I didn't think you would.

So I guess I'll have to
take the 90 days.

Oh, now, uh-- Uh, maybe
some of your friends

could, uh, help you out.

Oh, I wouldn't dream
of imposing on them, sir.

No, sir. Officer...

take me away.

Oh, n-n-now, uh,
wait a minute.

Uh, maybe, uh--

Maybe we can make
some arrangements.

Uh, how much
do you have?

Why, Your Honor,
aren't you ashamed?

Trying to corrupt
justice.

No, sir. I'm prepared
to pay the penalty.

I'll take my 90 days in jail.

Now, hold on,
Your Honor.

This has gone
far enough, sir.

I-I'm a police officer,
and we're here on a case.

Police
officer?
Yes, sir.

May I see
your credentials?

Certainly, sir.

Oh. Seems to be in order.

However, I reckon you all
better remain here

till we make a check.

Impersonating
an officer

is a very serious
offense.

Now, look here,
sir--

Now, just hold
real still, all of you.

Come on up here,
little one.

Cop, gun on
the desk.

You
again?

It's getting to seem like
we're old friends, isn't it?

Uh, what does
he mean?

One of
the speeders

we picked up
last week.

Why, you stupid
fool.

I told you not to
bring in repeaters.

But he wasn't
driving.

I didn't even
see him.

Oh, you're doing fine. Picking
up repeaters and policemen.

Now...we gotta
get rid of all of them.

Just what kind of
a crazy town is this?

Now, there's something funny
going on here, all right.

I think all the sane people
in this town are in jail.

And all the loonies
are running around free.

Yeah. Last night
they blindfolded us

and then took us
for an automobile ride.

And then just returned us
to the same cells.

So, what do you suppose
that was for?

I don't know,
but I have a hunch.

I think this is the same cell,

but I bet it's not
in the same place.

TRUCKER:
What do you mean?

Well, I think this whole town is
completely phony and portable.

They just move it
from one place to another.

That's good guessing,
miss.

Too bad you won't
get a chance

to tell anyone
about it.

Don't be too sure.

I'll be missed.
And I'll be found.

Clark, am I glad
to see you.

Jimmy. Inspector.
Get me out of here.

Are these
the gentlemen

that were going to
rescue you, miss?

Step right in,
boys.

JUDGE:
Now, you and Hanlon
get on out

to the highway
near the detour

and wait for
the armored car.

Take Joe along
with you.

I'll wait
in the courthouse.

And when you come back
with the car,

we'll get rid of
our guests and move on.

[SIGHS]

Now you've
done it.
[DOOR CLOSES]

It almost looks like
you planned

to get us
into this mess.

Well, at least we know
where Lois is.

Hm. Lot of good
that'll do us.

Now, stop worrying, Bill.

I'll think of
something.

Well, look here,
inspector.

I guess the door
wasn't closed properly

when they
turned the key.

Hey, look out!

Of all the stupid tricks.

Oh, I am sorry, Bill.
I'll go get some help.

[DOOR CLOSES]

You know, Jimmy...

I'm beginning to
worry about Kent.

[���]

[BRAKES SCREECH, BANG]

What are you
stopping for?

Run him down.

I can't
budge him.

Course you can't, stupid.
He's Superman.

Well, back up
and go around him.

You were doing over
65 miles an hour.

Don't you know we have
speed laws around here?

We're the police.

Well, in that case, we'll
tell it to the judge.

And I hope you enjoy
your new home.

[TURNS KEY IN LOCK]

You, uh, think they'll be
safe in there?

Well, I'm not
so sure.

They've had a lot
of practice

taking that jail apart
and carrying it around.

Please, inspector.
Put away your gun...

and just let them come out.

Just for
a minute.

Boy, this is something
I'd like to see.

Well, inspector, I'll send
some of your boys to get you.

Ah, just a minute, Superman.
Yes, Miss Lane?

Whatever became of
Clark Kent?

Well, he must have gotten
a lift back to town.

You know how he is when
there's a story to be written.

Excuse me.
Mm.

Come on, Jim. Let's try to
beat him back to Metropolis.

Who, Superman?

Of course not, silly.
Mr. Kent.

Nothing doing. We're gonna
take it nice and easy.

Don't you know that some of
these towns are speed traps?

[CHUCKLES]
Come on, Jim.

[���]

[���]

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