All language subtitles for Adventures of Superman - 05x07 - Money to Burn

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.

[���]

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Calling Car Six, Car Six.

Corner of Elm and Brighton.

This is a 132.

Car Six, Elm and Brighton,
code 132.

This is an emergency.
Repeat, emergency.

Warehouse fire,
1800 Waterfront Way.

All cars in Zone Four,
proceed to warehouse fire,

1800 Waterfront Way.

This is an emergency. Repeat--

[SIREN WAILING]

[���]

I should be back
in about a half-hour.

Lois, see that copy gets back
to the boss.

Well, where are you going?

I have a few things
to check on.

Ha, funny. Whenever we have
to work late

you always seem to check
on something around dinnertime.

I could use an important
interview myself,

with a hamburger
and a double malt.

I'll bring you some back.
I'll see you later.

Mr. Kent,
with everything:

Relish, tomato, ketchup,
lettuce, mustard--

Uh, no piccalilli?
No.

No piccalilli.
All right.

I know I forgot
something.

Never mind.

Let's go beard the lion
in his den.

Here's the city-council story,
chief.

Miss Lane, what did you mean
a few minutes ago when you said:

"Let's go beard the lion
in his den"?

Why...

Ah, that's an old expression,
Olsen.

It means, "Let us face
an unpleasant situation

and get it over with."

Miss Lane, is that the way
you refer

to coming into this office?

Well...

[PHONE RINGS]

Yes? What?

The Planet warehouse? When?

Great Caesar's ghost.

What is it, chief?

The Planet warehouse is on fire.

I've got to get there.
Where's Kent?

We don't know.
He left.

I'll leave a note for him.

He'll have to take over
when he gets back.

LOIS:
Can we come too?

Yes, nothing could make it
worse.

Jeepers, I haven't seen
a good fire in a long time.

In that case, Olsen,
we'll let it burn to the ground

even though we do have
100,000 dollars' worth

of newsprint in there.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Oh, no,
I just remembered.

There's a $12,000 payroll
in that warehouse safe.

Don't take it so hard, chief.
It's insured, isn't it?

Yes, but to stand here
and see this happen...

Look, chief,
the Fireman's Friend back there.

They'll be my friend forever
if they ever put this out.

It doesn't make sense.

How can they make a profit
back here inside the fire line?

Yeah, you'd think they'd be
back there where the crowds are.

Oh, well, how about a cup
of coffee, chief?

You know I never
drink coffee.

Pardon me, we're from
the Daily Planet .

That's our editor
Mr. White over there.

We were wondering
about this business.

It's just what it says,
buddy.

Me and my pal serve free coffee
and sinkers to the firemen.

It's a hobby.

Hot idea, huh?

[LAUGHS]

Get it, hot idea?

Sure, sure,
I get it.

How about an exclusive
picture interview?

We don't want any publicity,
kid.

As I told you,
it's a hobby.

We're just sort of
honorary firemen.

[EXPLOSION, SIREN WAILS]

Who was that?

A reporter.
The old man's the Planet editor.

I bet he's plenty burned, huh?

[LAUGHS]

Get it, burned?

[LAUGHS]

You know,
one of these days,

you're gonna
wisecrack just once too often

and get us both
into real trouble.

Ha-ha! Okay, okay,
let me have it.

You ready?

Yeah, I got the place
all cased.

See you, Slim.

Yeah.

" Planet warehouse on fire.
Take over."

Planet warehouse?

[���]

It's no use, they're not gonna
beat it.

I hope you're enjoying yourself,
Olsen.

Yes, sir, I sure am.

I mean, no, no,
I'm not.

I mean--

Right now I wish
I were in it.

Coffee, folks?

Not unless you have a little
arsenic to put in it.

[WHOOSHING]

Hey, look.

When did it start?

Less than an hour
ago.

How about a cup
for you?

No, thank you.

He can't put it out
with coffee, you idiot.

But perhaps I can using

the basic ingredient of coffee,
water.

Jimmy, will you turn it on
back there, please? Quick.

Yes, sir.

How'd you make out?

Safe was loaded.

It's all in here.
Good.

Well, chief, it looks like
they'll save part of it for you.

But what's he going to do?

Look, Superman's flying the hose
right over the building.

Look at that, he's diving
right into the joint.

Yeah. Here,
hand me the tray.

Incredible. He's put out
every lick of the flame.

Don't forget
who got the water turned on.

Olsen, just because you help
avert one catastrophe

that doesn't make up for
the hundreds you've created.

Let's go find Superman.

Come on, let's close up
and get out of here.

We made our haul.

No, better to stick around
a while.

It looks more legitimate.

Lucky you found the note
and contacted Superman.

I wish I'd found it sooner.
I could've--

You could've, uh...?

Well, I mean, Superman could--
Anyway, it's too late now, Lois.

You better get your feet
off the desk

before the chief gets back.

Golly, Miss Lane, I'm just
practicing up to be editor.

It's after 4. I don't know
what could be keeping the chief.

I'll tell you what kept me.

The district attorney,
the Arson squad,

and insurance
investigators.

Hardly seems enough.

But, chief, you didn't
commit any crime.

You might be more
comfortable

with your feet up on my desk,
Mr. Olsen.

Well, I just had them
up there...

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, please, sir, sit down.
You're getting red in the face.

Thank you.

You're most considerate.

Jim does have a point,
chief.

It sounds as though you were
treated like a criminal.

I was.

But that's absurd.

After all, you own a lot
of Planet stock,

which means
you own part of the warehouse.

Unfortunately, there's a little
matter of a missing payroll.

What's that got to do
with it?

Well, yesterday, just a few
hours before the fire started,

a guard and I personally
delivered a $12,000 payroll

in the company's safe.

A guard was posted.

When the fire started,
naturally, he fled.

After the fire,
the payroll was gone.

You mean stolen?

Apparently.

But the minute Superman
got that fire under control

the place was swarming
with firemen,

which means that the payroll
was taken during the fire.

But that's impossible.

Why, that part
of the building was an inferno.

Nevertheless, it was gone.

And there's only one
logical answer:

That I never really put
the money in the safe,

and that I started the fire
to cover an embezzlement.

Both the guard and the watchman
saw you put the money in.

They have both testified
that they saw me

put the briefcase in the safe.

But neither one can say whether
there was any money in it.

That's kind of ridiculous,
we all know you didn't do it.

Yeah, but the DA
and the insurance company

and the Arson squad don't.

In other words,
if you claim insurance,

they'll try to prove fraud.

Yes, and if I don't claim it,

I'll be personally liable

for about half a million
dollars.

How about the watchman?
Couldn't he have taken it?

The poor man was severely
burned.

Naturally, he'd have planned it
better than that.

Hmmm.
Well, let's face it,

that money just vanished
right through the flames.

Though I'm sure the heat
was too intense

for any ordinary asbestos suit.

I'm going to find out
how it was done

or end up in jail.

Don't talk like that,
chief.

You can count on us, we'll come
to visit you every day.

Well, I am sorry to disappoint
you, Mr. Olsen,

but I'm not going to jail.

I used to be a pretty fair
crime reporter in my day.

Let's hope I haven't
lost my touch.

Uh, chief, where you
gonna start?

Anyplace. Engine Company 10,
probably.

I wanna talk to anybody
who has seen anything unusual.

I'll go with you.
No, you won't.

Hold down that desk.
But, chief--

Now, just a minute,
that's final.

Now, someone or something
got me into this

and I'd like to be the one
to find out who or what it was.

I'll check with you
every half-hour.

Yes, sir.

I've never seen him
that upset before.

Except, of course,
at me.

You both better
get back to work.

We don't want to let him down
with the paper, either.

[���]

I bet there's over
10 grand there.

A couple more hauls like this
and we can retire.

As long as we retire
in different directions.

I never wanna hear
another wisecrack again.

Hey, I just thought
of a new one.

Know what happened to the guys
working at that warehouse?

I don't want to know.

They got fired.

[LAUGHS]

Get it, fired?

[LAUGHS]

You know, I really shouldn't
cut you in for half the dough.

I do all the work.

Yeah? Who goes into the fire?

Who thought up
the Fireman's Friend gimmick

so we can get inside
the fire lines?

Who thought of using
the stepped-up hearing aid

to detect the lock tumblers?

Well, I guess it--

And who spent two years

developing your fireproof
plastic suit?

You did, Slim.
I gotta hand it to you.

But how come you never
sold the plastic formula

to some big outfit?

That would be honest.

Yeah.

Yeah, I forgot about that.

I had the foresight
to line your suit with lead foil

so Superman couldn't see
through it

in case he ever showed up.

That might have come in handy
yesterday, it was pretty close.

Well, there it is,
6 grand apiece.

Minus the 2 and a half bucks
you owe me.

What for?

Your share for that 5 bucks
I put out

for coffee and doughnuts.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Get the door.

[SLIM CLEARS THROAT]

I beg your pardon,
I'm Perry White

of the Daily Planet .

I wonder if I could
talk.

We're pretty busy.

Of course, Mr. White,
come in.

Thank you.

Terrible thing, that fire
at your warehouse.

Yes, that's what I want
to talk to you about, in a way.

I remembered your truck,
the Fireman's Friend.

Oh, it's nothing, really.
The boys do a wonderful job.

We just like to make things
a little easier for them.

Sort of a hobby.

The fire commissioner even
gave us permission

to have a shortwave radio
in our car

so we can know
where to go.

Yes, it's against the law
to have a vehicle equipped

with shortwave radio
without permission.

Yes, I'm aware of that.
I'm a newspaperman.

How did you happen to locate us,
Mr. White?

Sheer luck, I must admit.

I was just driving by, and I saw
your truck parked outside.

So, what can we do for you?

Well, a very strange thing
happened at that fire.

A payroll was stolen.

HENCHMAN:
You don't say.

I'm afraid I do.

You mean, during the fire?

Yes. Sounds fantastic,
I know, but it's true.

A locked safe, a blazing room,
well, that's why I'm here.

I don't see how we can help.

Well, you two, of all people,
might have seen something.

You weren't as occupied
as the firemen or even myself.

Well, I'm afraid I don't
quite understand, Mr. White.

I want you to think,

think very carefully
of anything you saw,

no matter how unimportant
it may seem.

Hmmm.

I saw a dog run by.

I remember thinking he might
become a hot dog.

[LAUGHS]

Hot dog.

I'm afraid Mr. White
isn't interested

in humor at the moment.

No, that isn't funny.

Now, please think carefully.
Was there anything else?

Yes, there was one thing.

I heard an explosion.

That's been explained,
the boiler.

Did you see any people who
looked like they didn't belong?

No, we didn't see anything like
that.

Well, ahem, I'm afraid
we can't help you, Mr. White.

I know that's an awful lot
of money

and, heh, in fact, I'd like
to have it myself.

Well, thank you anyway.
Sorry I bothered you.

Something wrong,
Mr. White?

Yes.

I distinctly remember you
wearing a hearing aid yesterday.

Oh, well, yeah, I--

He's an excellent, ah,
lip reader, Mr. White.

Hm. I see. Well...

Well, wait a minute.

I was pacing around the room,
looking out the window.

He couldn't have been reading
my lips.

Just a minute--

Now, well, you see,
uh, ahem,

he needs it mostly
out-of-doors.

Uh, all the outside noises,
you know.

Oh, yeah, well,
I guess that's possible.

Well, thanks anyway.

Let's get our coats.

[���]

The Fireman's Friend.

The more I think about it...

[LOCKS DOOR]

Now what do we do,
serve him to the firemen?

He mustn't talk.

We need time for one or two
big jobs.

Shouldn't even be found
for a week or so.

We can't just ride him around
with us for a week.

We don't have to,
I got a better idea.

Come on, get in.

Do you wanna
check this story, Clark?

Oh, yes, thanks, Lois.

Hey, how's the chief
making out?

Well, to tell you the truth,

I've been so busy I--
I'd almost forgotten about him.

He hasn't called in
since he left.

Why, that's almost
two hours ago.

That's right. That's not like
him. He usually checks with me.

Unless he was too successful.

What do you mean?

He may have learned more
than he was supposed to.

I think you're right,
Lois.

Whoever's behind all this
is obviously very clever

and probably dangerous.

Where are you going?

Try and pick up
his trail.

Oh, take over for me,
will you.

Slim, I gotta admit,
you really use the old noggin.

Yeah, first the Planet loses
its warehouse,

then its editor.

Yeah, he can't last no more
than an hour or two

where we left him.

By the time
they find him,

we'll be smoking
Havana cigars

in Havana.

Provided we get back
to work.

Turn on
the shortwave radio.

[RADIO HUMS]

Well, thanks for your time
anyway, lieutenant.

Wish I could help.

It's the craziest thing
I ever heard of.

Mm-hm. I'm not worried
about the payroll now,

I'm more concerned
about Mr. White.

If he came here, I'm sure he
would've talked to me,

and he didn't.

It leaves me right up
the well-known blind alley.

[ALARM RINGS]

That's us.

Where is it?

It's on the callboard
downstairs.

WOMAN [OVER RADIO]:
Cars in Zone Seven,
proceed to warehouse fire.

Bridge and Henshaw.
This is an emergency--

Another warehouse,
we're in luck.

Let's go.

[SIRENS WAILING]

Give me the other one, Slim.

[TIRES SQUEALING,
WHISTLE BLOWING]

Coast clear?
It better be.

They're getting this fire
under control pretty fast.

You know, this is one
kind of job

that doesn't burn me up.

[LAUGHS]

Get it, burn?

You know, you'd probably
wisecrack

in front of a firing squad.

Can't help it, Slim,
it's part of my personality.

See you in five minutes.

Take it easy.

I thought you might be here,
whoever you are.

HENCHMAN:
Hold it, Superman,

or you'll never
see Mr. White again.

We'll see about that.

We got him hid.

And no matter what you do to me,
I won't talk.

You mean you wanna
make a bargain?

Yeah, a bargain.

You give me time to get out,
and you stay here.

What can you give me?

I'll call the Planet
within an hour,

and tell you where
to find White.

All right, I don't have
any choice.

But let me warn you about
something.

If anything happens
to Mr. White--

I give you my word,
Superman.

He's in the safest
surroundings possible.

[LAUGHS]

Don't forget,
let me get clear out.

When I make a bargain,
I keep it.

[DISTANT CHATTERING]

Just made it,
the firemen just started in.

You're not kidding.

I had a reception committee:
Superman.

Superman?

Yeah, don't worry,
it's okay.

Hold it.

Give me another pot of coffee,
those firemen need it.

Excuse me, gentlemen,
I'd like to talk to you.

I'm sorry, mister,
we're pretty busy.

I know, but this is
rather important.

I'm from the Daily Planet .

Yeah, that Mr. White
was around last night

at that other fire.

You mean you--
You actually saw him there?

Well, I-- I served him some
coffee, that's how I remember.

This is a break. You didn't
happen to see him tonight?

I have a very good reason
to think he might be here.

I haven't seen him,
mister.

Me either.
But if he's lost,

that should be pretty
embarrassing.

In fact,
White should turn red.

[LAUGHING]

SLIM:
Will you be quiet.

I'm tired
of your wisecracks.

You gotta admit,
they always make sense.

Well, thank you anyway,
gentlemen.

Oh, I think you're doing
a wonderful job with this truck.

We think so.

Any news, Clark?
Nothing.

Nobody's seen him
except the Fireman's Friends.

They remember serving him
a cup of coffee last night.

I wonder what coulda hap--

Mr. Kent, the chief doesn't
drink coffee.

That's right, Clark,

so he couldn't have
had any last night.

Maybe they thought he did
in the confusion.

Why don't you kids go on home,
I'll ring if anything turns up.

I guess there's nothing
we can do.

Good night, Clark.
Night.

Good night, Mr. Kent.

Good night, Jimmy.

[���]

[SIGHS]

LIEUTENANT:
Well, if he came here, I'm sure
he would have talked to me,

and he didn't.

HENCHMAN:
He's in the safest surroundings
possible.

SLIM:
Why don't you be quiet.
I'm sick of your wisecracks.

HENCHMAN:
You gotta admit,
they always make sense.

"Wisecracks"...

"Always make sense."

"Safest surroundings possible"?

Well, I guess Superman
won this round,

but at least we took care
of White.

At least we ain't in jail.
What do we do now?

Pack up and let's
find another city.

Suits me. The sooner we're out
of this burg, the better.

All right,
let's pack.

[���]

Oh.

It's all right,
Mr. White.

No,
you're not dreaming.

I'd just about gone,
Superman. Couldn't breathe.

Where are they,
these Fireman's Friends?

Oh, then you know
who they were.

That's right.

Room 28,

Hotel Kelsey,

First Street.

O-only a few minutes
from here.

Well, I can make it even
quicker than that.

Mr. White, I think we'd better
throw them

a little surprise party.

Hurry up, we've just got time
to make the airport.

I'm ready.
Let's go.

Superman.

The fire escape.

That's enough exercise, boys.
I get around faster than you do.

Now, you don't have
anything on us.

No witnesses.

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

Well,
the Fireman's Friends.

I can't get you
but I can shut him up.

Mr. White, will you call our
friends, please, the police.

With pleasure,
Superman.

What's the matter,
no wisecracks?

He'll have a long time
to think up some new ones

where he's going.

Get me the police, please.

I wonder what Clark Kent
will have to say

when I show up
with this story?

Well, strangely enough, I don't
think he'll be surprised.

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