All language subtitles for 1b. Superman (The Movie) - SPECIAL EDITION (1978 - 1080p BluRay)

BOY "." In the decade of the 1930s,
even the great city of Metropolis...

was not spared the ravages
of the worldwide depression.

In the times of fear and confusion,
the job of informing the public...

was the responsibility
of the Daily Planet...

a great metropolitan newspaper,
whose reputation for clarity and truth...

"...had become a symbol of
hope for the city of Metropolis."

JOR-EL: This is no fantasy...

no careless product
of wild imagination.

No, my good friends.

These indictments I
have brought you today...

the specific charges listed
herein against the individuals...

their acts of treason, their
ultimate aim of sedition...

these are matters
of undeniable fact.

I ask you now to
pronounce judgment...

on those accused.

On this...

This mindless aberration,
whose only means of expression...

are wanton violence
and destruction.

On the woman, Ursa...

whose perversions and
unreasoning hatred of all mankind...

have threatened even the
children of the planet Krypton.

Finally, General Zod.

Once trusted by this council...

charged with maintaining the
defense of the planet Krypton itself.

Chief architect of this
intended revolution...

and author of this insidious plot to
establish a new order amongst us...

with himself as absolute ruler.

You have heard the evidence.

The decision of the
council will now be heard.

Guilty.

COUNCILMAN: Guilty.

Guilty.

The vote must be
unanimous, Jor-El.

It has therefore now
become your decision.

You alone will
condemn us if you wish...

and you alone will be
held responsible by me.

Join us.

You have been known to
disagree with the council before.

Yours could become an
important voice in the new order...

second only to my own.

I offer you a chance
for greatness, Jor-El!

Take it! Join us!

You will bow down
before me, Jor-El.

I swear it.

No matter that it takes an eternity,
you will bow down before me!

Both you... and then one day...

your heirs!

No!

- Let us out of here!
- Help me!

URSA: Forgive me!
ZOD: I shall return!

Forgive me!

I shall return!

[MACHINERY HUMMING]

An unpleasant duty has been
masterly performed, Jor-El.

They have received
the fate they deserved.

Isolation in the Phantom Zone...

an eternal living death.

A chance for life, nonetheless.

As opposed to us.

It's suicide. No, it's worse.

It's genocide.

Be warned, Jor-El.

The council has already evaluated
this outlandish theory of yours.

My friends, you know me to
be neither rash nor impulsive.

I am not given to wild,
unsupported statements.

And I tell you that we must
evacuate this planet immediately.

Jor-El, you are one of
Krypton's greatest scientists.

Yes, but so is Vond-Ah.

It isn't that they question your
data. The facts are undeniable.

It's your conclusions
we find unsupportable.

This planet will explode
within 30 days, if not sooner.

I tell you, Krypton is
simply shifting its orbit.

Jor-El, be reasonable.

My friend...

| have never been otherwise.

This madness is yours.

This discussion is terminated.

The decision of
the council is final.

Any attempt by you to create a climate
of fear and panic among the populace...

must be deemed by
us an act of insurrection.

You would accuse
me of insurrection?

Has it now become a
crime to cherish life?

You would be banished
to endless imprisonment...

in the Phantom Zone...

the eternal void...

which you yourself discovered.

Will you abide by
the council's decision?

I will remain silent.

Neither I, nor my
wife will leave Krypton.

[MACHINERY HUMS]

[KAL-EL CRIES]

Have you finished?

Nearly.

It's the only answer, Lara.

If he remains here with us
he will die as surely as we will.

But why Earth, Jor-El?

They're primitives
thousands of years behind us.

He will need that
advantage to survive.

Their atmosphere
will sustain him.

LARA: He will
defy their gravity.

JOR-EL: He will
look like one of them.

He won't be one of them.

No.

His dense molecular
structure will make him strong.

He'll be odd. Different.

He'll be fast.
Virtually invulnerable.

Isolated, alone.

[SIGHS]

He will not be alone.

He will never be alone.

KRYPTONIAN: The energy
input to J0r-E|'s quarters...

is now in excess.

Our data indicates the loss
is due to a misuse of energy.

Investigate.

And if the investigation
proves correct?

He knew the penalty he faced.

Even as a member
of this council.

The law will be upheld.

You will travel
far, my little Kal-El.

But we will never leave you...

even in the face of our deaths.

The richness of our
lives, it will be yours.

All that I have, all that I've
learned, everything I feel...

a|| this and more...

| bequeath you, my son.

You will carry me inside
you all the days of your life.

You will make my strength your
own, see my life through your eyes...

as your life will be
seen through mine.

The son becomes the
father, and the father the son.

This is all I...

All I can send you...

Ka|-E|.

[HIGH-PITCHED HUMMING]

[EXPLOSIONS OUTSIDE]

[HUMMING]

[FLAMES ROARING]

[CRASHING]

[MACHINERY BEEPING]

[BEEPING FASTER]

[SCREAMING]

[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

[SCREAMING]

ZOD: Stop. Stop, stop!

JOR-EL [OVER CRYSTAL]:
which Einstein called...

his theory of relativity.

Embedded in the crystals before you is
the total accumulation of all literature...

and scientific fact from
dozens of other worlds...

spanning the 28 known galaxies.

Early Chinese writings point
out the complex relationships...

By carrying this complex equation
to its ultimate power, my son...

Chief among these
powers will be your sight...

your strength, your hearing...

your ability to propel yourself
at almost limitless speed.

The early history of our universe was
a bloody mosaic of interplanetary war.

Each of the six galaxies
which you will pass through...

contain their own individual
law, space and time.

It is forbidden for you to
interfere with human history.

[SIZZLING]

[CRASHES] [SCREAMS]

What was that?

[TIRE POPS]

Now, wouldn't that
beat all get-out?

Will y0u... You...

Huh?

Pa...

Oh, my.

[METAL CLANGS]

[GRUNTING]

All these years, as
happy as we've been...

how I've prayed the good Lord...

see fit to give us a child.

Honey, will you hand
me that rag up there.

You take things easy, Jonathan.

Remember what Doc Frye
said about that heart of yours.

Now the first thing we've got to
do when we get home is find out...

who that boy's proper family is.

He hasn't got any. Not
around here, anyway.

Martha, are you thinking
what I think you're thinking?

We could say he's the child
of my cousin in North Dakota.

And just now orphaned.

- Oh, Martha.
- Jonathan, he's only a baby.

Martha, now, you
saw how we found him.

Martha Clark Kent, are you
listening to what I'm saying?

Jonathan!

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

Come on, gang.

BOY 1: Come on.

BOY 2: That was a great game.
BOY 3: Yeah, but next week we're...

GIRL 1: All right.

Come on, gang, hustle. Let's go.

Stack your helmets neatly.

Remember about those uniforms.
Cleaned and washed by tomorrow...

and looking like
a football team.

Clark, have the clothes
washed and ready...

- for tomorrow's game.
- Yes, sir.

Got to beat Mount Vernon High!

BOY 4: Can you give me
a lift? COACH: Home early!

Lana'? Don't bother
with these, huh?

I'll take them in with
the other equipment.

- Thank you, Clark.
- Sure.

Listen, a whole bunch of us
are going up to Mary Ellen's...

play some records.

Would you like to come?

Sure. Sounds like
it'd be a lot of fun.

Kent can't make it. Still
got a lot of work to do.

What are you talking about? I
just finished stacking all the...

- All that?
- Oh.

Oh, Brad.

GIRL 2: Hey, come on,
Lana. BRAD: Come on, Lana.

Come on, let's go.

- He's got to clean up.
- Bye, Clark.

- Yeah. Bye, Lana.
- Clean this up, Clark.

GIRL 3: Let's go.
GIRL 4: Bye, Clark.

BOY 5: We're off to Mary
Ellen's. GIRL 4: See you, Clark.

GIRL 3: All right.

GIRL 4: Bye, Clark.
BOY 5: Bye, Clark.

GIRL 3: Bye, Clark. See
you tomorrow. Bye-bye.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

Woo-how.!

Golly, I saw a boy out
there run as fast as the train!

Faster even!

Lois Lane, you have a
writer's gift for invention.

- I'll say that for you.
- But... But...

Lois, please read your book.

No one ever believes me.

[TEENS CHATTERING]

[ROCK MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

Hey, look. There's Clark.

BOY: How come he's here?

Clark.

How'd you get here so fast?

-I ran. BRAD: Ran, huh?

Told you he's an oddball.
Let's get out of here.

Been showing off a
bit, haven't you, son?

Uh...

I didn't mean to show off, Pa.

It's just that, guys like that Brad,
I just want to tear them apart.

Yeah. I know.

- Yeah, I know I shouldn't.
- Yeah, I know...

you can do all these
amazing things...

and sometimes you think
that you will just go bust...

unless you can
tell people about it.

Yeah. I mean, every
time I get the football...

- I can make a touchdown. Every time.
- That's for sure.

I mean, is it showing
off if somebody's doing...

the things he's capable of doing?
Is a bird showing off when it flies?

No. No, now you listen to me.

When you first came to
us, we thought people...

would come take you away
because when they found out...

you know, the things you could
do, and that worried us a lot.

Then a man gets older, and
he thinks very differently...

and things get very clear.

And there's one
thing I do know, son...

and that is you are
here for a reason.

I don't know whose reason,
but whatever the reason...

maybe it's because...

I don't know, it's...

But I do know one thing:

It's not to score touchdowns.

Huh?

Thanks, Dad.

I'll race you to it. Dad.

- You will, huh?
- Come on. Come on, Pop, run.

Come on. Move. Move.
Yeah, go, go, go. Come on, run.

[DOG BARKING]

Hey, Baron! Hey,
Baron. Hey, boy.

[PANTING]

Oh, no.

Jonathan.

Jonathan!

Dad.

Jonathan!

No! Jonathan!

All those things I can do...

a|| those powers...

and I couldn't even save him.

[RADIO CRACKLING]

[CRACKLING STOPS]

[WOLF HOWLS]

[DOG BARKING]

[ROOSTER CROWS]

Clark, get up.

Good morning, Smiley.

Clark, breakfast.

Are you gonna sleep all day?

Clark, come on. Get up.

[ROOSTER CROWS]

[DOG BARKING]

I have to leave.

I knew this time would come.

We both knew it...

from the day we found you.

I talked to Ben
Hubbard yesterday...

and he said that he'd be
happy to help out from now on.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Mother...

I know, son.

I know.

Do you know where you're headed?

North.

Remember us, son.

Always remember us.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHINE]

[CRYSTAL WHINES]

JOR-EL [OVER CRYSTAL]: My son...

you do not remember me.

I am Jor-El.

I'm your father.

By now, you will have
reached your 18th year...

as it is measured on Earth.

By that reckoning, I
will have been dead...

for many thousands
of your years.

The knowledge that I have...

matters physical and historic...

I've given you fully on your
voyage to your new home.

These are important matters, to
be sure, but still matters of mere fact.

There are questions to be asked.

And it is time for you to do so.

Here in this...

This Fortress of Solitude...

we shall try to find
the answers together.

So, my son...

speak.

Who am I?

Your name is Kal-El.

You are the only survivor
of the planet Krypton.

Even though you've been
raised as a human being...

you are not one of them.

You have great powers...

only some of which you
have as yet discovered.

Come with me now, my son...

as we break through the bonds
of your earthly confinement.

Traveling through time and
space in the six known dimensions.

Your powers will far
exceed those of mortal men.

It is forbidden for you to
interfere with human history.

Rather, let your
leadership stir others to.

In this next year, we shall
examine the human heart.

It is more fragile
than your own.

For the past two years...

As we pass through the flaming turmoil
which is the edge of your own galaxy...

we'll enter the realm
of the red Krypton sun...

source of your strength
and nourishment...

cause of our
eventual destruction.

The planet Krypton, my son.

Your home, as it was.

This year, we shall examine the
various concepts of immortality...

and their basis in actual fact.

The total accumulation of all knowledge,
spanning the 28 known galaxies...

is embedded in the crystals
which I have sent along with you.

Study them well, my son...

and learn from them. We've
reasoned out logical judgments.

By the time you return to
the confines of your galaxy...

12 of your years
will have passed.

For this reason, among others,
I have chosen Earth for you.

It is now time for you to
rejoin your new world...

and to serve its
collective humanity.

Live as one of them, Kal-El...

to discover where your strength
and your power are needed.

Always hold in your heart the
pride of your special heritage.

They can be a great people,
Kal-El. They wish to be.

They only lack the
light to show the way.

For this reason above
all, their capacity for good...

| have sent them you...

my only son.

[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[HORNS HONKING]

CAB DRIVER: Okay, this
is it, mac, the Daily Planet.

Fresh fruit. Hey, lady,
how about a tomato?

Fresh fruit. Hey,
baby, how's it going?

Hey, fresh fruit and
vegetables. They're so fresh...

Fresh fruit and vegetables.
Get them while they're hot.

Look at these tomatoes.
Aren't they beautiful?

[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[TYPEWRITER KEYS CLACKING]

[PHONE RINGING]

He did a great job. You
see his article this morning?

JIMMY: Smile.

- How many T's in "bloodletting"?
- Two.

- What are you writing, Miss Lane?
- An ode to spring.

- How do you spell "massacre"?
- Uh...

-M-A-S-S-A-C-R-E- -A... c...

R-E. Thank you.

Golly, how come you
get all the great stories?

A good reporter doesn't
get great stories, Jimmy.

A good reporter
makes them great.

Here's that story on
the East Side murder.

Way I see, it's a banner headline,
front page with maybe my picture...

There's only one P in "rapist."
Lois Lane, say hello to Clark Kent.

- Told you one P.
- Hello, Miss Lane. How are...?

LOIS: Remember my expose
on the sex and drug orgies...

in the senior citizens home?

How you doing? Jimmy
Olsen, photographer.

- Oh, hi. Clark Kent. Nice to meet you.
- Yeah.

It's got everything. It's got
sex, violence, the ethnic angle...

So does a lady wrestler
with a foreign accent.

- Kent, can you open this?
- Oh, sure, Mr. White.

This could be a
series of articles:

"Making Sense of Senseless
Killings," by Lois Lane.

We get psychologists,
sociologists...

Lois, you're pushing a bunch
of rinky-dink tabloid garbage.

- The Daily Planet has a tradition...
- Oh, I'm sorry.

Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to shake it up like that.

CLARK: Oh, of course not, Lois.

Why would anyone want to make
a total stranger look like a fool?

-I'll take that. —Oh,
thank... I'm sorry, Mr. White.

Olsen, why am I paying you when I
should have you arrested for loitering?

- Go get Mr... A towel.
- Kent.

- Move, kid, move.
- Right, chief.

- Make mine black, no sugar.
- Right, chief.

- And don't call me sugar.
- "Blood is in Metropolis...

- Right, sugar.
- While the crocuses bloom."

Chief wants coffee, no
sugar. I'll take tea with lemon.

Lois, why don't you take Kent
out to meet everybody, huh?

Just introduce him around.
He's starting with the paper today.

I'm giving him the city beat.

Chief, that's my beat.

Lois, Clark Kent may seem like just
a mild-mannered reporter, but listen...

not only does he know how to
treat his editor in chief with respect...

not only does he have a
snappy punchy prose style...

but he is, in my 40 years in this
business, the fastest typist I've seen.

- That's great.
- Excuse me. I'm sorry.

Here, you forgot my article.

Oh, excuse me, Mr. White?

I was wondering if perhaps you
could arrange for half my salary...

to be sent to this
address on a weekly basis.

- Your bookie, right'?
- My what?

Don't tell me, he sends a check every
week to his sweet, gray-haired mother.

Actually, she's silver-haired.

Uh, I'll see what I can do.

Uh, thank you very
much, Mr. White.

Excuse me.

Well...

Any more at home like you?

Not really, no.

I didn't think so.

- Well, get yourself a desk over here.
- Over here?

Yeah, right here. There are
some papers in a pile right there.

Sorry. Excuse me.

- Hi, Bill Breesen.
- Hi, Clark Kent.

- Very nice to meet you.
- Welcome aboard.

Thank you.

- Here's your towel, Mr. Clark.
- Um, Kent.

- What?
- Kent.

- Oh.
- Clark Kent.

Jimmy Olsen.

WOMAN: Yeah. It's
fantastic. LOIS: So you...?

- I met this really great guy.
- Hey, fabulous.

Yeah, fabulous. I met
him at this dude ranch.

- Did you know I used to ride?
- Yeah, I've been since I was 7.

- Oh, I gotta mail these letters.
- Okay, bye. Good luck tonight.

- Oh, hi, Clark.
- Hi, Lois.

How'd you like your
first day on the job?

Well, frankly, the hours were
sort of longer than I expected...

but on the whole, I mean, meeting
you and Jimmy Olsen and Mr. White...

gosh, I'd say it's been swell.

- Swell?
- Yeah.

You know, Clark, there are
very few people left in the world...

who feel comfortable
saying that word.

- What word?
- "Swell."

Really? I always thought
it was kind of natural.

Ooh.

-I'm sorry. —Clark.

MAN: It's all right.

- Sorry, Lois.
- Oh, hi, Rex.

- Oh, Lois.
- See anything good today?

- Not until you came along.
- Lois?

- Oh, Rex, this is...
- Clark Kent.

- Yeah, hi, see you around.
- Bye.

- Lois?
- Hey, where you going?

- Can I help you with your coat?
- Oh, yeah. Thanks.

- So you like Mr. White.
- I thought he was a nice guy.

-Jimmy Olsen was fantastic.
THUG: Hey, come here.

Come on, come on. Get
in here. Hurry up. Come on.

- We'd better get out of here.
- I think we'd better do what he says.

- Come on, come on. Get in here, quick.
- Don't do anything.

- That's it.
- We're coming.

- Come on.
- We're coming. Excuse me.

- Go on, back there.
- Here?

Please don't point
that at me, sir.

- You could hurt somebody with that.
- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay, okay, hold it there.
- Just a minute, mister.

I realize of course that times
are tough for some these days...

but this isn't the answer.

You can't solve society's
problems with a gun.

You know something, buddy? You're
right. I'm gonna turn over a new leaf.

Good for you, sir. That's the spirit.
He doesn't really want to hurt anybody.

Uh-huh.

- Right after I rip off this lady's purse.
- Of course.

Now come on, lady, hand it over.

Lois, I think
maybe you better...

CLARK: Lois, what are you doing?

[GRUNTING]

Clark! Clark.

Clark, are you all right? Clark!

What happened?

Golly. I guess I
must have fainted.

Fainted?

- You fainted?
- Sorry.

Swell.

Oh, really, Lois, supposing
that man had shot you?

Is it worth risking your life over $10, two
credit cards, a hairbrush, and lipstick?

- How'd you know that?
- Know what?

You just described the
exact contents of my purse.

Hm.

Um, wild guess.

Taxi!

- Hey.
- Hi, Otis.

- So, what's happening, partner?
- Look what we got.

- Let's take him.
- Wait a minute.

Maybe he'll lead us
to the big man himself.

- Lex Luthor?
- You got it, Armus.

We'll make captain by midnight.

Hey, what do you read?

XK 101 rocket to be used.

Hey, what do you read?

- Hey, Matt.
- Hey, hey, Otis.

Just getting the
Daily Planet here.

Hey, what do you
read? Down, down.

(Okay. 0K3)!-

Okay. All right. See, I'm
paying him. I got a pretzel too.

Thanks, Otis. Okay. How
many did he take, Shutzy?

This is Metropolis 46.
We're on foot. Over and out.

Let's go.

WOMAN [OVER PA]:
Your attention, please.

The Metropolis Flyer is
now ready for departure...

on the upper level, Track
6, stopping at New Rochelle.

All right, he's going down to the
train platform. I'm going after him.

Okay, Harry. I'll call for
backup. Be careful, now.

-All right, Armus, all right.
WOMAN: All aboard, please.

Now boarding on
the lower level...

MAN: Ten minutes, folks.
Come on, air-conditioned cars.

Mount Vernon,
Poughkeepsie, Glen Corners.

Aboard now. All aboard.
Metropolis Transportation.

Metropolis Transportation.
Buffalo, Syracuse.

Smoking cars are
forward. Move along now.

Put your luggage up the tOP-

Smoking cars forward.
All aboard. Boarding.

Armus, Armus, make it Track 22.

I seen him, and I'm right on
him. Lower level, Track 22.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[BELL DINGING]

So that's it.

LEX: It's amazing that brain can generate
enough power to keep those legs moving.

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[HYDRAULICS HISS]

[GRUNTING]

[SCREAMS]

Harry.

Harry, where are you? Harry.

Oh, no.

Harry...

Sick.

- Sick. You're really sick.
- Sick, Miss Teschmacher?

Sick, when I'm mere days from
executing the crime of the century?

No, no, no. Step
away from that, please-.

How do you choose to congratulate
the greatest criminal mind of our time?

Do you tell me that
I'm brilliant? Oh, no, no.

That would be too
obvious, I grant you.

Charismatic. Fiendishly gifted.

Try "twisted."

[CHUCKLES]

Get away from there. Get
away, get away, get away!

Tell me something, Lex.

Why do so many people have
to die for the crime of the century?

Why? You ask why?

Why does the phone always
ring when you're in the bathtub?

Why is the most brilliantly
diabolical leader of our time...

surrounding himself
with total nincompoops?

I'm back, Mr. Luthor.

Yes, I was just
talking about you.

You were followed again.

In spite of those
catlike reflexes.

Mr. Luthor.
Mr. Luthor, I'm sorry.

Otis.

Is that the newspaper
I asked you to get me?

Yeah.

Why am I not reading it?

Because I haven't
given it to you yet?

- Right.
- Oh.

At last, it's official.

Thanks to the government,
we will pull off...

the greatest real-estate
swindle of all time.

Lex, what is this
obsession with real estate?

All the time,
"land, land, land."

Miss Teschmacher, when I was
6 years old, my father said to me...

"Get out."

Before that. He said, "Son,
stocks may rise and fall.

Utilities and transportation
systems may collapse.

People are no damn good.
But they will always need land...

and they'll pay through
the nose to get it."

"Remember," my father said...

- Land.
- Right.

It's a pity that he didn't see
from such humble beginnings...

how I've created this empire.

An empire? This?

Miss Teschmacher, how
many girls do you know...

who have a Park Avenue
address like this one?

Park Avenue address?

Two hundred feet below.

Do you realize what people
are shelling out up there...

for a few miserable rooms
off a common elevator?

TOGETHER: What
more could anyone ask?

-Olsen! JIMMY: Yeah?

Get this Loch Ness
update right into Composing.

Yeah? No, that's it,
Roth. Put it to bed. Right.

- What are you standing around here for?
- I'm not...

- I wasn't gonna say it.
- Go.

- Ah, the sex maniac profile.
- Right.

Look, 9-to-5 it's a Pulitzer
Prize winner. What do you bet?

There's no Z in "brassiere."

Hey, nice job on that
union scandal, Kent.

Well, gosh, thanks, Mr. White.

Uh... Oh, hi, Clark. Good night.

- Here, let me carry that for you.
- Oh, thanks a lot.

Lois, have you got a minute?

Excuse me, please. Lois?

And these two go to the
addresses on the envelope, okay?

Lois, I was wondering if you
would like to have dinner with me?

- Gosh, Clark, I'm sorry. I'm booked.
- Oh.

Air Force One's landing at
the airport and this kid's there...

to make sure you-know-who answers
a few questions he'd rather duck.

- My goodness, don't you ever let up?
- What for?

I've seen how the other half
lives. My sister, for instance.

Three kids, two cats,
and one mortgage. Yech.

I would go bananas in a week.

Oh, can I take
you to the airport?

Not unless you can fly.

- Clark? Ladies.
- Sorry.

- Change my clothes. Thank you. Bye.
- Hey, Lois, maybe we could...?

[SIGHS]

Um...

Lois?

- Would you be a pet and mail that?
- Oh, sure... Good night.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[ELEVATOR DINGS]

Oh. Going down,
please. Going down.

- Going down?
- Going up, up, up.

[CHATTERING]

Good night.

MAN [OVER RADIO]: Daily
Planet Copter 1, this is ground.

PILOT [OVER RADIO]:
Planet 1, go ahead.

MAN: We have Miss Lane for a ride to
Metropolis Airport to meet Air Force One.

PILOT: Roger, we're on our
way and have you in sight.

Have one aboard
for transfer, over.

MAN: Roger, Planet 1. You're
cleared. Wind, 020 at 15, gusting.

- Altimeter two-niner-eight-niner.
- Roger, over and out.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[RATTLING]

A malfunction.
Can't get liftoff.

MAN: You hooked the cable.
- What's happening?

- Ah!
- Set it down.

Oh, my God! We've lost
stabilizer rotor control, I can't hold it!

I can't hold it!
I can't hold it!

[SCREAMING]

Wake up!

Help! Help!

[TIRES SCREECHING]
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]

[LOIS GRUNTING]

[SIRENS WAILING]

Come on, step back.
Step back, folks.

- All right, let's get back a little.
- Move over across the street.

Bring the cameras
over here. Okay.

Okay, you see the
helicopter up there?

Help me!

[SHRIEKS]

COP: All right, move back.
Let the ambulance through.

Help me!

Ah!

Okay. Come on,
hold it. Get back.

[SCREAMING]

Come on. Come on, get off
the streets. Come on, get back.

Move, let the firemen through.

Boys, come on, now. Make a line.

Move to the other
side of the street.

Come on. Get along.

Get away from the building.

Hold these crowds
back. Move. Move.

LOIS: Help me!

[HONKING]

- Say, Jim, whoa!
- Excuse me.

That's a bad outfit.

- Woo!
- Okay, Bresslaw, move these people out.

COP: Oh, God, look up there.

What the hell's that?

- Oh!
- Easy, miss. I've got you.

You... You've got me?

Who's got you?

I can't believe it. I just
cannot believe it. He got her.

[GASPING]

[SCREAMS]

[CHEERING]

Gentlemen, this man needs help.

Well, I certainly hope this little
incident hasn't put you off flying, miss.

Statistically speaking, of course,
it's still the safest way to travel.

Right. Wait.

Who are you?

A friend.

Bye.

[GRUNTING]

Hi there. Something
wrong with the elevator?

Ah!

Going down.

No.

Officer.

Good evening, Officer Mooney.

Well, they say confession
is good for the soul.

I'd listen to this man.

Take him away.

[TIRES SCREECH]

[SIREN WAILING]

Come on. Let's get out of here.

[GUNFIRE IN DISTANCE]

MAN 1: Move your
ass. Come on. Come on.

Okay, let's go. Let's go.

Drop your weapons.
Drop your weapons.

Come on, let's get out of here.

COP: Okay, hold
it. Hold it right there.

-Freeze, you turkeys.
MAN 2: Don't shoot.

MAN 3: Be cool. You got us.

Bad vibrations?

Sergeant, you don't
believe me. I swear, flying.

With a big red cape and
bright red boots, as well.

- Watch the desk.
- Quick as a wink, he was gone.

Flew up in the air again,
he did, like a big blue bird.

- A blue bird...
- You don't believe me.

- With bright red boots.
- Flying.

Take off, go back
to Murphy's bar.

- Continue what you started.
- Don't believe me.

I'll be off in a few minutes
and I'll meet you there myself.

[CROWD CLAMORING]

Mooney, the first
bottle's on me.

Let me get my hat.

[THUNDER CRASHES]

GIRL: Hey, Frisky, will
you come down from there.

Hi. I'll get him.

[MEOWS]

Come on. It's all right.

Here you go, miss.

- Gee, thanks, mister.
- Well...

g0odbye, Frisky. So long, now.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Mommy, Mommy, Frisky
was stuck in the tree.

This man swooped out of
the sky and gave him to me.

MGM: Haven't I told
you to stop telling lies?

[THUNDER CRASHING]

Metropolis Airport,
this is Air Force One.

-Could we have the weather
report? MAN: Roger, Air Force One.

Metropolis, currently
ceiling 500 overcast.

700 broken, visibility
one half and showers.

Wind 240 at 25,
altimeter niner-niner-eight.

Roger.

Well, it doesn't look too
good. What do you think?

- What the hell was that?
- What happened?

We lost power in number one.

Lost power? We
lost the whole engine.

- Shut down one.
- Pull one throttle closed.

- Bring up two and three.
- There's not enough pressure...

Mayday, mayday, Metropolis
tower. Air Force One.

We have lost port outboard
engine and part of wing.

Request emergency
landing. What's the position?

Ten miles southwest
of Metropolis Airport.

- Notify them the president's on board.
- Position, 10 miles...

that's 10 miles southwest
Metropolis Airport.

Heading 305. Height, 6000 feet.

What the hell happened?
We got our engine back?

What the hell's
going on out there?

Fly. Don't look. Just fly.

We got something.

I ain't saying what
it is. Just trust me.

"JOR-EL". You enjoyed it.

I don't know what
to say, Father.

I'm afraid I just
got carried away.

- I anticipated this, my son.
- You couldn't have.

You couldn't have imagined...

How good it felt?

You are revealed to the world.

Very well. So be it.

But you still must keep
your secret identity.

Why?

The reasons are two.

First, you cannot serve
humanity 28 hours a day.

- 24.
- Or 24... ...as it is in Earth time.

Your help would be
called for endlessly.

Even for those tasks which human
beings could solve themselves.

It is their habit to abuse
their resources in such a way.

And secondly?

Second, your
enemies will discover...

their only way to hurt you:

By hurting the
people you care for.

Thank you, Father.

Lastly...

do not punish yourself
for your feelings of vanity.

Simply learn to control them.

It is an affliction common
to all, even on Krypton.

Our destruction could have been
avoided but for the vanity of some...

who consider us indestructible.

Were it not for vanity, why...

at this very moment...

| could embrace
you in my arms...

my son.

MAN [ON TV]: Reports are
coming in of a miraculous saving...

"-...of Air Force One... MAN
2". A burglar was apprehended...

- by a man in a blue suit and red cape.
- Rescuing Miss Lois Lane...

writer on the Daily Planet,
with one hand, and a...

Yeah, that'|| be the day, huh?

I said, that'|| be the day
when a guy could fly, huh?

Oh, I don't know.
You'd be surprised.

- Yeah.
- Some sort of fantastic hoax.

Your guess is as
good as anybody's.

True or false, miracle or fraud?

-The answer is up to you. Man
or myth? LEX: Miss Teschmacher!

Turn it off.

[HAWAIIAN MUSIC PLAYS ON STEREO]

Lex, what's the
story on this guy?

Do you think he's
the genuine article?

- If he is, he's not from this world.
- Why?

If any human being were gonna
perpetrate such a fantastic hoax...

it would have been me.

[GASPS]

Otis! My robe!

Right away, Mr. Luthor.

It all fits somehow, his
coming here to Metropolis...

and at this particular time.

There's kind of a
cruel justice about it.

To commit the
crime of the century...

a man would just naturally want
to face the challenge of the century.

Listen, Mr. Luthor, maybe this guy
that flies is just sort of passing through.

- You know?
- Passing through?

Not on your life, Otis...

which I would gladly
sacrifice, by the way...

for the opportunity of destroying
everything that he represents.

And, Otis, by the way...

the next time, put my robe
on after I'm out of the pool.

[GASPS]

PERRY: Now look.
The Post: "|t flies."

The News: "Look, Ma, no wires."

The Times: "Blue bomb
buzzes Metropolis."

The Planet:

We have the story
of the century here.

I want the name of
this whatchamacallit...

to go with the Planet
like bacon and eggs...

franks and beans, death and
taxes, politics and corruption.

I don't think that he
would lend himself...

to any cheap promotion
schemes, Mr. White.

Exactly how would
you know that, Kent?

Um...

Just a first impression.

Who's talking cheap? I'll
make him partner if I have to.

- Right?
- Right, chief.

I want the real story.

I want the inside
dope on this guy.

Has he got a family? Where does
he live? What does the S stand for?

LOIS: "Tonight at 8, your
place. Hopefully, a friend."

PERRY: How does he fly?

A friend?

Tony, who is he?
Mike, what's his name?

What's he got hidden
under that cape? Batteries?

Why did he show up last night?

Dick, where does he come from?

Does he have a girlfriend?

What's his favorite
ball team, Kent?

Now, listen to me. I
tell you, boys and girls...

whichever one of
you gets it out of him...

is gonna wind up with the
single most important interview...

since God talked to Moses.

What are you standing
around about for?

Move. Get on that story.

[PHONE RINGS]

"Eight o'clock,"
he says, 8:00, 8:00.

Some friend.

The story of my life.
Cinderella bites the dust.

Good evening, Miss Lane.

Uh, hi.

Oh, I'm sorry, did you
have plans this evening?

Oh. Oh, this old thing... No.

- It's no trouble at all to come later.
- No. Don't move!

Um... Or...

Sure, you can move.

Just don't fly away, all right?

Sorry to drop in on you
like this, Miss Lane...

but there must be a lot
of questions about me...

- that people would like the answers to.
- Of course, yes.

You really shouldn't
smoke, you know, Miss Lane.

Don't tell me.
Lung cancer, right?

Well, not yet, thank goodness.

Um, would you
like a glass of wine?

No, thanks. I never
drink when I fly.

Nice place.

Oh, thank you. Thank you.

Should we get started
with the interview?

Oh. Thank you.

Well, let's start with
your vital statistics.

Are you married?

No. No, I'm not.

Do you have a girlfriend?

No, I don't, but if I did, Miss Lane,
you'd be the first to know about it.

Um, how old are you?

- Over 21.
- Oh, I get it.

You don't want anyone
to know how old... Okay.

How big are you?
How tall are you?

- About 6'4".
- Six-foot-fou r.

- And how much do you weigh?
- Around 2, 225.

TWO... 225?

Hm.

Well, I assume, then, that...

the rest of your bodily
functions are normal?

Sorry. I beg your pardon'?

Well, putting it delicately...

do you...

eat?

Yes. Yes, I do. When I'm hungry.

You do. Of course you do.

Well. Well, then, is it true...

that you can see
through anything?

Yes, I can. Well, pretty much.

And that you're totally
impervious to pain?

Well, so far.

What color underwear
am I wearing?

Hm.

- I'm sorry. I embarrassed you, didn't I?
- No.

- I did.
- No, no. Not at all.

It's just that this planter
must be made of lead.

- Yes, it is. So?
- Oh, you see, I...

| sort of have a problem
seeing through lead.

Oh, that's interesting.

"Problems seeing through lead."

- Do you have a first name?
- What, like Ralph or something?

- No. I mean like...
- Pink.

- Huh?
- Pink.

I'm sorry, Miss Lane. I
didn't mean to embarrass you.

You didn't embarrass me.

Um... Uh...

What's your background?
Where do you hail from?

Well, that's kind of
hard to explain, actually.

You see, I'm from...
Well, pretty far away.

Another galaxy,
as a matter of fact.

- I come from a planet called Krypton.
- Huh?

Krypton.

Oh, Cripton. With
a C-R-|...? No.

No, actually, it's Krypton,
with a K-R-Y-P-T-O-N.

K-R-Y... Do you like pink?

I like pink very much, Lois.

-Why are you...? —|'m sorry?

I mean, why are you here? There
must be a reason for you to be here.

Yes. I'm here to fight for truth
and justice and the American way.

You're gonna end up fighting
every elected official in this country.

I'm sure you don't
really mean that, Lois.

- I don't believe this.
- Lois?

- Hm?
- I never lie.

Oh.

Um...

Uh... Oh.

- Just how fast do you fly, by the way?
- I don't know, really.

You know, I never actually
bothered to time myself.

- No? 'Say...

why don't we find out?

And how do you
propose we do that?

Take a ride with me?

You mean I can fly?

Actually, I'd be handling
the flying, if that's okay.

- This is utterly fantastic.
- Wait a minute. Where are you going?

- Are you serious?
- Sure.

What's the matter,
don't you want to go?

Okay. You don't need these.

I need a sweater. It
must be kind of cold.

No, you'll be warm enough.

- Ready?
- Clark...

said that you're just a figment
of somebody's imagination...

like Peter Pan.

Clark. Who's that,
your boyfriend?

Clark? Oh, Clark.
No, he's nothing.

- He's just a...
- Peter Pan, huh?

Uh-huh.

Peter Pan flew with
children, Lois. In a fairy tale.

Ah!

Oh!

[GASPS]

Oh! Ah!

[SCREAMING]

LOIS: Can you read my mind?

Do you know what it
is that you do to me?

I don't know who you are.

Just a friend from another star.

Here I am, like a
kid out of school...

holding hands with a god.

I'm a fool.

Will you look at me, quivering.

Like a little girl, shivering.

You can see right through me.

Can you read my mind?

Can you picture the
things I'm thinking of?

Wondering why you are...

all the wonderful
things you are.

You can fly.

You belong in the sky.

You and I...

could belong to each other.

If you need a friend...

I'm the one to fly to.

If you need to be loved...

here I am.

Read my mind.

Oh, we forgot to time ourselves.

Uh-huh.

Oh, well, maybe next time.

Oh.

- You okay?
- Uh-huh.

Well, good night.

Oh, good night.

What a super man.

Superman.

[KNOCKING]

CLARK: Lois? Lois?

Anybody home? Hello? Lois?

- Hi. Can I come in?
- Oh, yeah.

Lois, for goodness' sake, did
you even hear me knocking?

Uh-huh.

Lois, we did have a
date tonight, remember?

Oh.

-Lois? You haven't
been: -Oh, no, no.

Well, I should certainly hope
not. Well, let's push off, shall we?

- I'd better get a coat.
- Okay.

It might be kind of
cold out. No, I mean...

| need a purse, and I
have to fix my hair, and...

put some blush on...

Lois...

there's something I have
to tell you. I'm really...

I mean, I was, at first,
really nervous about tonight.

But then I decided, well, darn it, I was
gonna show you the time of your life.

That's Clark, nice.

I was thinking maybe we
could go for a hamburger.

LEX: Now, then...

given the exact location of
the galaxy that he mentions...

and the proximity to
our own solar system...

it's amazing.

Amazing. Too good to be true.

It's too good to be true.
He's 6'4", has black hair...

blue eyes, doesn't drink,
doesn't smoke, and tells the truth.

Miss Teschmacher, some
people read War and Peace...

and come away thinking
it's a simple adventure story.

Others can read the ingredients
on a chewing gum wrapper...

and unlock the
secrets of the universe.

Lex, what has chewing gum got to
do with the secrets of the universe?

[SIGHS]

Right. Right, Miss Teschmacher.

[SIGHS]

N, N, N...

M. You want M,
Mr. Luthor? Coming right up.

So there you go. M.

M, as in "moron,"
Otis? No, no, no. It's N!

N, as in "Neanderthal,"
"nincompoop," "nitwit."

- And I, as in "ladder"!
- Ladder, Mr. Luthor. Coming right up.

I didn't see, because I...

I'm sorry, Mr. Luthor. I... Ooh!

In the interview, he says
that the planet Krypton...

exploded in 1948.

Ridiculous little freak took three
years in a rocket ship to get to Earth.

- Ergo...
- Ergo. Ergo, 1948, three years...

He's 6'4", you know that?

Do you know why the number
200 is so vitally descriptive...

to both you and me? It's
your weight and my IQ.

Now, think, people, think.

Deductive reasoning,
that's the name of the game.

Fragments from the planet Krypton
exploded and went into outer space.

It is reasonable to assume that
some of those particles of debris...

drifted to Earth.

Meteorites.

[SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE]

Voilà!

Voilà.

A meteorite found
in Addis Ababa?

Uh, I know I'm gonna get rapped
in the mouth for this, but so what?

So what? You mean, to
us they are just meteorites.

Fair enough. But the level of
specific radioactivity is so high...

to anyone from the planet
Krypton, this substance is lethal.

Wait a minute, Mr. Luthor.

You mean fire and bullets can't
hurt this guy, but this stuff here...

ALL: Will kill him.

- Oh.
- Oh.

Yeah, wow... Doesn't
it give you kind of...

a shudder of electricity through
you to be in the same room with me?

Not like the one you'll get when
you try to lay that rock on him.

He can see you coming from
miles with those super peepers of his.

Oh, Lord, you gave them
eyes, but they cannot see.

Nor can Superman, through lead.

He can't see through lead.

And kryptonite will destroy him.

Any questions, class?

Wonder what they're
wearing in Addis Ababa.

Looks like a burnoose.

TESCHMACHER:
There's gold. It's 24 karat...

- Are we going to Addis Ababa?
- Not 18 karat gold.

MAN 1 [OVER RADIO]: Mother
Bird to missile convoy. Over.

MAN 2: Missile convoy
to Mother Bird, go ahead.

MAN 1: Everything looks good.
See you at base. Over and out.

Roger, Mother
Bird. Over and out.

[MACHINERY BEEPING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

- Man, look at this.
- Looks pretty bad.

MAN 1: Think she's dead?
MAN 2: Better check her pulse.

All right, get an
ambulance down here.

I don't wanna hold this
convoy up more than I have to.

She's having trouble
breathing, sir. What do you think?

Well, I suggest
vigorous chest massage.

If that doesn't work,
mouth-to-mouth.

Yes, sir.

Sergeant, I won't have one of my
men doing anything I wouldn't do myself.

- Yeah, but, sir...
- Get an ambulance.

All right, men. Gather around.

About face!

[SIREN APPROACHES]

Hi.

Somebody hurt?

I did it. I did it, Mr. Luthor,
Miss Teschmacher.

- I did it, just like you told me.
- All right, Otis. All right.

All right, Otis. Listen, it isn't
that I don't trust you, but...

I don't trust you,
Otis. What'd you do?

Well, I... I set the first
directional vector to 38...

the second one to 67,
and the third one to 117.

- What about the fourth one?
- What fourth one?

Now, wait a minute. Wait a
minute. The third one to 117?

Yes. See? I wrote it
down, Mr. Luthor. I wrote it...

Otis. Otis!

The third one was supposed to
be 11, and the fourth one, seven.

Oh. Well, gee, Mr. Luthor.

Oh, I see. I guess my arm
wasn't long enough, see'?

Otis, would you like
to see a long arm?

Otis, would you like to
see a very, very long arm?

- Oh, no, Mr. Luthor.
- Otis. Otis!

Ah!

[HONKING]

[SIREN WAILS]

- All right, get it right, will you?
- Yes, Mr. Luthor.

[HON KS]

McDonald, I thought you told
me this road was blocked off.

- Jablonski, you said it was blocked.
- I didn't ask him, I asked you.

All right, follow me.
Follow me, men.

- Back that thing off the road.
- Back that thing up out of here.

You fellas get back into that
thing and back it off the road.

We got a convoy
coming through here.

Listen, you're gonna have to circle
back. I don't have time to argue.

Heck of a day, isn't it?

LEX: We took the wrong turn.
We were looking for Route 12.

- Route 12? That's back there, isn't it?
- No, sir. It's up there.

[MEN CHATTERING]

-Sergeant, we took the wrong
route- -I'm a lieutenant, a naval officer.

MAN: Shut up!

Route 12 is back that way.

LEX: This man is
a diabetic, you see.

LOIS: As you know, my
newspaper, the Daily Planet...

is very interested in that dam,
but what I don't understand...

is why you'd sell out to a
person you've never met.

I mean, you don't even
know his name. Oh, yeah.

MAN: At the stupid-high
price he offered...

for this worthless piece
of desert, I hope it's Custer.

Perfect. That's just
what I need, thank you.

[ON TV] Reporting live from
the launch site, ground zero.

Well, today marks
an historic occasion.

Two XK 101 rockets will be
launched simultaneously...

one by the Army and by the Navy.

Hi, everybody. Has anybody
seen Lois around today?

GIL: No, I haven't, but
the chief wants to see you.

You're blocking the set, Clark.

Sorry, Gil. How's Judy
today, okay? Good? Great.

- Excuse me, Mr. White?
- Come in, Kent.

You wanted to see me? Sir, have
you seen Lois anywhere today?

She's out west looking
into a land fraud deal.

Sent young Olsen with
her on his first assignment.

Some unidentified clown out there
is buying up thousands of acres...

of worthless desert
at incredible prices.

That doesn't seem to make sense.

The world doesn't make sense.
You ought to know that by now.

Look at this dispatch
from Addis Ababa.

People break into a museum
at night, kill two people...

and what do they take? A
worthless piece of meteorite.

- How do you figure that?
- Well...

frankly, I've never been able to
understand violence in any form.

I know that about you, Kent. That's
one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you.

I've been in this news
game 40 years, man and boy.

And I got where I am with guts,
compassion, elbow grease...

and something you're
sadly lacking in, son.

- Um, humility?
- No, not humility.

You got bags of humility.

Aggression, confidence,
that's the ticket.

Take charge. Let
people know who you are.

[HIGH-PITCHED FREQUENCY]

[DOGS BARKING]

LEX [OVER FREQUENCY]:
This is Lex Luthor.

Only one thing alive
with less than four

legs can hear this
frequency, Superman: You.

In approximately five
minutes, a poison gas pellet...

containing propane-lithium
compound. ..

Will be released through
air ducts in the city...

“effectively annihilating half
the population of Metropolis.

I was a reporter before most
of my friends were copy boys.

I want you to do that. Get Lois
to introduce you to Superman.

Find out who he is. What's he
like? Where'd he get that blue suit?

Did he have it made?
Is it silk? Is it plastic?

I know it all seems a bit much, but
how else was I going to meet you?

I knew you'd never
accept an invitation to tea.

But a disaster, with people in
danger, people who need help...

well, I just knew you couldn't
resist the chance to sort of pitch in.

Know what I mean?

It's Superman.

- Look.
- Oh, my God!

There's a strong streak of
good in you, Superman...

but then, nob0dy's perfect.

Almost nobody.

- What the...?
- Oh, Superman.

- Gee.
- Stand back, please. Stand back.

Nothing to get worried about.

Well, don't just
sit there. Get out.

Look at that overgrown boy
scout, Miss Teschmacher.

Tell me what you see.

Cuteness, dimples.

You like cuteness, huh?

Dimples.

I'll give you dimples.

The pressure is still on you,
Superman. You know what they say:

"If you can't stand the
heat, get out of the tunnel."

This is your last
chance, Superman.

Why don't you do
yourself a flavor and freeze.

[MACHINERY HUMS]

Yeah.

Hah.

[CRACKING]

I think he's coming, Mr. Luthor.

[CREAKING]

He's definitely
coming, Mr. Luthor.

It's open. Come in.

My attorney will be in touch with
you about the damage to the door.

Otis, take the gentleman's cape.

- I don't think he wants me to.
- Luthor, where's the gas pellet?

Somewhere...

in the back of my mind, actually.
It's a little idea I was toying with.

Is that how your warped brain gets its
kicks? Planning the death of innocents?

No, by causing the
death of innocent people.

MAN 1: Fire.

Navy Bird, we have a launch.

Navy missile, XK 101.

Angle of attack is perfect.

"MAN 2". Climbing fast.
- Hydraulics, general function.

Now, as you may or may
not know, I am, as they say...

very heavy into real estate.

To make money in that game, you have to
buy for a little and sell for a lot, right?

- Right.
- Right.

So the problem:

How to make land more valuable
between the time you buy it...

and the time you sell it.

Now, this is California, the richest,
most populous state in the union.

I don't need a geography
lesson from you, Luthor.

Oh, yes, of course, you've been there.
I do forget, you get around, don't you?

- Where was I?
- California.

California, right. The San Andreas
Fault. Maybe you've heard of it?

Yes. It's the joining of two land
masses. The fault line is unstable...

which is why you get
earthquakes in California.

Wonderful. Couldn't
have said it better myself.

Everything west of this line is
the richest real estate in the world.

San Diego, Los
Angeles, San Francisco.

Everything on this side is just hundreds
of miles of worthless desert land...

which happens to be owned by...

[THWAC K]

Lex Luthor, Incorporated.

Now, call me foolish,
call me irresponsible...

It occurs to me that a
500-megaton bomb...

planted at just the
proper point, w0uld...

Would destroy
most of California.

Millions of innocent people would die.
The West Coast as we know it would...

Fall into the sea.
Bye-bye, California.

Hello, new West
Coast. My West Coast.

Costa del Lex, Luthorville,
Marina del Lex, Otisburg...

- Otisburg?
- Miss Teschmacher...

- she's got her own place, Mr...
- Otisburg?

-It's a little bitty
place. —Otisburg?

Okay. I'll just wipe it off,
that's all. It's a little town.

You're a dreamer, Lex
Luthor. A sick, twisted dreamer.

Your plan couldn't
possibly work.

I'll admit there were
a few problems.

Adjusting the precise
trajectory of the missile...

finding the optimum stress
point for the fault line itself.

Which, by the way,
is target zero, right...

here.

Ooh.

[HUMMING]

[CHATTERING]

- What's happening, lieutenant?
- Trajectory malfunction, sir.

-Then abort. MAN: Yes, sir.

Function negative, sir.

- Can't you knock them down?
- Absolutely impossible, sir.

They have the new B-20
low-level avoidance systems.

Get me the Pentagon.

Well, what do you think,
Supe baby? Interesting?

- Your theory's quite impressive, Luthor.
- Would you go to the viewing room?

But as for the rest, it's
nothing but a sick fantasy.

Fantasy? No. No.

It's history. It's
happening, Superman.

Miss Teschmacher!

- Yes, Lex?
- Where's the rocket now?

It's going like a bat over the
Grand Canyon. So is the other one.

The other one?
There's two of them?

Yeah, Superman. Double jeopardy.

Even you, with your great
speed, couldn't stop both of them.

While I, on the other hand,
could stop them with my detonator.

All right, Luthor. Where is
it? Where's the detonator?

[GRUNTS]

You diseased maniac.

Did you really think you could hide
it from me by encasing it in lead?

[GRUNTS]

- I'll mold this box into your prison bars.
- Don't touch that.

I told you. It's kryptonite, Superman.
A little souvenir from the old hometown.

I've spared no expense to
make you feel right at home.

You were great in your day,
Superman. But it just stands to reason...

when it came time
to cash in your chips...

this old, diseased maniac...

would be your banker.

Mind over muscle.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

You don't even care where the
other missile's headed, do you?

Certainly, I do. I know
exactly where it's headed.

Hackensack, New Jersey.

[GROANS]

I have to leave you
now. No hard feelings.

We all have our little
faults. Mine's in California.

Lex, my mother
lives in Hackensack.

Miss Teschmacher!

MAN [OVER RADIO]:
Both birds uncontrolled.

Impossible to reset.

[RADIO CHATTER CONTINUES]

LEX: Otis.

[GASPS]

Miss Teschmacher.

Please, you can't...

You can't just stand there.

Shh.

You can't just stand there...

and let innocent people,
millions of innocent people, die.

Maybe.

Please. Please help
me to save them.

If I help you, do you promise
to save my mother first?

But Lois and Jimmy...

Oh, but my mother comes first.

If you promise me, I'll believe you,
because you always tell the truth.

I promise. I promise.

Why did you kiss me first?

It... I didn't think
you'd let me later.

Thank you, Miss Teschmacher.

Why is it I can't get it
on with the good guys?

Stand aside now.

I wouldn't stay here, either.

MAN 1 [OVER RADIO]:
Army bird still heading due east.

MAN 2: Navy bird still heading due west.
- Losing radar contact.

Next radar contact
in three seconds.

Intercept both birds.

Army bird still
headed east, sir.

[BEEPING]

MAN: Army bird gaining altitude.
- Miss Teschmacher.

MAN 2: Radar contact strong.
- We have straight climb.

Miss Teschmacher!

Radar report, Navy
bird, San Andreas area.

Heading down. Fifteen
seconds to impact.

Navy bird heading down,
15 seconds to impact.

Fifteen seconds and counting.

[MUSIC PLAYS ON RADIO]

[HONKING]

"MAN: Impact." San Andreas.
- God!

Mm.

NEWSMAN: We interrupt
the program for a news flash.

A military missile has exploded
in the Southern California desert.

The force of the explosion has
activated the San Andreas Fault.

California is suffering
a major earthquake.

[CREAKING]

[CHATTERING]

[CARS HONKING]

[SCREAMING]

[BAAING]

MAN 1: What's going on?

MAN 2: It's a quake. Look!

[YELLING]

[TIRES SCREECH]

TEEN: Look out!

[SHUDDERING]

DRIVER: Get to
the back of the bus!

[SCREAMING]

Okay, kids. It's all right now.

GIRL: Thank God,
we're back on the bridge.

-Hey, it's Superman.
BOY: It's Superman!

Holy mackerel!

MAN: Going off the tracks!

Hang on!

I can't hold her!

[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]

[RUMBLING]

[ALARM WAILS]

MAN [OVER PA]: All
personnel, evacuate the dam.

All personnel, evacuate the dam.

Ah!

WORKER 1: Watch that cable!

MY eyes! I can't see!

WORKER 2: Someone
try and pull the main!

WORKER 3: It's
impossible, it's red-hot!

[SCREAMING]

[POWERS DOWN]

- Gentlemen, is that man all right?
- Yeah.

- Ah...!
- Hang on, Jim.

MAN: The dam burst!

Forget the car!
Come on, come on!

You're safe here, son.

That's okay! Miss Lane
will be driving by soon.

-Come on, George.
MAN: Make for the hill.

[RUMBLING]

MAN [ON RADIO]: There has
been major quake damage...

to Southern California.

The San Andreas Fault has
miraculously sealed itself...

yet Southern California is suffering
major aftershocks of a major earthquake.

[ENGINE SPUTTERS]

The population is
warned to be aware of...

Please, come on, turn over.

- Which in some areas has...
- Come on!

[GASPS]

[SCREAMS]

Help me. Help me.

No.

[SCREAMING]

[GRUNTING]

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

[MOUTHS] Lois.

[GROANS]

No, no, no.

No. No.

[SCREAMS]

[THUNDER CRASHING]

JOR-EL: My son.

It is forbidden for you to
interfere in human history.

"JONATHAN". One thing I do know,
son, and that is you are here for a reason.

-It is forbidden for you to interfere...
CLARK". Those things I can do...

all those powers, and I
couldn't even save him.

"JOR-EL". It is forbidden.

It is forbidden.

[ENGINE SPUTTERS]

Hi.

Don't bother, I think it's dead.

Sure it's dead.

The problem with men of steel, there's
never one around when you want one.

Know what happened to
me while you were off flying?

I was almost in an earthquake...

| had this gas
station blow up...

there's telephone
poles falling all over...

I'm almost killed, and to
top the whole thing off...

this stupid car runs out of gas!

I'm sorry about that, Lois...

but I've been kind
of busy for a while.

I'm sorry. That's all right.

JIMMY: Hey!

Thanks a lot, Superman.

You put me in the middle of
nowhere during an earthquake.

No food, no water,
snakes everywhere.

-I had no idea if you were
coming back... BOTH: Jimmy.

[MUFFLED SPEAKING]

Listen, there's something I
have to do. I'll see you later.

He can't stay
still for a second.

Oh. Golly, Miss Lane, it's too
bad Mr. Kent didn't see all this.

Yeah, poor Clark.

He's never around when S...

Clark... Wait a minute.

- Wait a minute.
- What?

Lois Lane, that is
the silliest idea ever.

Let me tell you something, Miss
Lane, I think he really cares about you.

- Clark? Of course he does.
- No, not Clark.

Oh, well, Superman cares
about everybody, Jimmy.

But, who knows, someday,
you know, if he's lucky...

[ALARM WAILS]

LEX: You're messing up my suit.

You big lummox, you.

Come on, stop it, will you.

Otis, it's your fault.
Watch the ground!

Good evening, warden.

These two men
should be safe here...

- until they can get a fair trial.
- Who is it?

Lex Luthor!

-The greatest criminal mind
of our time! OTIS: Of our time!

- I hereby serve notice...
- Notice.

- That these walls...
- These walls here...

Will you shut up, please.

All right, take them away, boys.

-You nitwit. Nincompoop!
OTIS: Guard, guard...

This country is safe again,
Superman, thanks to you.

No, sir. Don't thank me, warden.

We're all part of the same team.

Night.

[English - US - SDH]