Adventures of Superman (1952–1958): Season 3, Episode 11 - Flight to the North - full transcript

NARRATOR: The
Adventures of Superman.

Faster than a speeding bullet.

More powerful than a locomotive.

Able to leap tall buildings
at a single bound.

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

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

NARRATOR: Yes, it's Superman,

strange visitor
from another planet

who came to Earth
with powers and abilities

far beyond those of mortal men.

Superman, who can change
the course of mighty rivers,



bend steel in his bare hands,

and who, disguised
as Clark Kent,

mild-mannered reporter for a
great metropolitan newspaper,

fights a never-ending battle

for truth, justice and
the American way.

[♪♪♪]

[DINGS]

[YAWNS] Mornin'.

Nope, it's still there.

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

This here ain't no
pink elephant, mister.

This here's Lillybelle,

best little mule in
Skunk Hollow County.

Skunk Hollow County?



Yup. That's where we're from.

Never been to
the big city before.

[SIGHS]

Sign the register.

How, uh...? What
about Lillybelle here?

Oh, don't fret none about her.

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

"Sylvester J. Superman."

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Superman,

but hotel regulations
don't allow us to...

Superman.

Superman?

Yup, that's me.

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

Or can it?

I keep this around
just in case of trouble.

Now, if you're really Superman,

you can bend this iron
bar into a horseshoe.

You city folk sure learn fast.

How'd you know I
was the strongest man

in Skunk Hollow County?

That's good enough
for me, Superman.

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

and draggin' that mule around,

but I know you
have your reasons,

and that's good enough for me.

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

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

Take room 18. Just
go through the door,

turn down the hall to the left.

It sure is a pleasure to
find Skunk Hollow hospitality

in a big city. Thank you kindly.

[CHUCKLES]

You kill me,
Superman. What an act.

Superman staying at my hotel.

[♪♪♪]

Hi.

Hello.

Can I help you?

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

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

You placed me once, all right.

Placed me right
in the state pen.

Oh, sure, now I remember.

Leftover Louie Lyman.

That's right, Mr. Kent.

Just graduated yesterday.

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

I might have got
off with six months,

instead of five years.

I wrote it the way
I saw it, Louie.

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

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

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

I appreciate that, Louie.

I thought ya would.

Don't let it happen again, see?

That depends on you, Louie.

You behave yourself
and I won't bother you.

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

Get it?

Sure, I get it.

Good.

See ya around, pal.

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

Oh, howdy, Mr. Lyman.

Gimme my key.

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

I let him in your room. Fine.

Hi. Hi.

[GROANS]

I'd just as soon
be back in the pen

as living in this joint.

Now, listen, Louie.

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

Mm-hm. But you're on parole.

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

So how would it
look if right away

we moved to a swanky
penthouse, huh?

Yeah, guess you're right.

We better lay low for a while.

Hey, uh...

Tell me something, Leftover.

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

I never made nothing
but the local pokies.

Ah, too bad.

You know what I missed most?

Your girl?

Nah.

What I missed most was...

lemon meringue pie.

You're kidding. No.

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

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

for Margie's lemon meringue pie.

I resemble that, Leftover.

Yeah? Yeah.

Where do you get off
insulting my Aunt Tillie?

Wha... I...

And besides, who's
this Margie dame?

Margie Holloway.

We grew up on the same street.

I used to pick up a buck

cuttin' the Holloway
lawn when I was a kid.

Every Saturday afternoon.

And Margie would
come out and bring me

a big hunk of
lemon meringue pie,

hot outta the oven.

Yeah? Yeah.

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

that my Aunt Tillie could
bake rings around her.

Why, your Aunt Till...

You mean that?

Sure, I mean it.

Buckets, you got yourself a bet.

You get a fresh pie
from your Aunt Tillie,

and I'll get one from Margie.

Yeah, then we get the
first newsboy we see,

and he can be the
impractical judge.

You mean the impartial judge.

Ah, what's the difference?

Okay? It's a deal. Yeah.

We meet 6:00 Thursday.

Winner take all. But remember:

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

Well...

I ain't seen Margie
for nearly ten years,

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

See ya Thursday, 6:00.

It's a deal.

"R.D. Please come home.

All is forgiven. J.D."

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

Herkimer Bedlam."
Ha. You like that.

"Superman.

"Need your help immediately.

Please contac... "Superman?

That's me.

Hey, Lillybelle.

How'd someone
know we was in town?

"Superman.

"Need your help immediately.

"Please contact Margie Holloway,

Apartment D, Surf Hotel."

Well, Lillybelle.

I reckon the city's
not much different

from Skunk Hollow at that.

There's only two ways
to treat a neighbor:

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

Reckon we better
help this one out.

Sure beats me though,

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

Come on, Lillybelle.

Come on, Lilly.

Clark. Yeah?

Have you seen this? What?

Oh, Superman, huh?

"Superman, I need your help.

Please contact
Marge Holloway." Huh.

I wonder what she
wants with Superman?

I wonder too, Lois.

I think I'll take
a run over there

and see if I can find out.

The last time Superman
answered one of these ads,

he got in more trouble
than a barrel of monkeys.

Yes. I remember.

You remember?

You weren't even around then.

Oh, well, uh...

you wrote the story, didn't you?

And I can read, you know.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yes?

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the same old Margie.

The same old Margie?

Yeah. Don't you remember me?

Louie Lyman.

Louie...

You used to mow our lawn.

That's right.

But I thought...

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

Away? Well...

You read it right, Margie.

Well, how did you find me?

I went back to the old house,

and they gave me
your new address.

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

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

Well, what do you want?

Well, this is gonna
sound kinda funny,

but all I want is this pie.

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

This isn't for you.

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

Honest, Margie.

All those five
years in the clink...

I did nothing but
dream about your pies.

About those Saturday afternoons

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

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

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

I'm complimented that
you remember, Louie,

but I baked this one for
someone very special.

Yeah? Who's so special?

His name is Steve.

He's my fiancé.

Oh.

He's in the Air
Force up in Alaska.

Alaska?

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

Well, he's stationed
in a little radio shack

just 50 miles
outside of Iceville.

Yeah?

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

This is Steve's pie.

Okay, okay. Then
bake another one for me.

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

that I wouldn't bake
lemon meringue pies

for anybody but him.

Listen, kid. I
want this pie, see.

Listen, you give that...

Sorry, Marge, no can do.

Why, you... How can you...?

Look at it this way.

By the time the pie got to him,

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

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

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

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

But you'd better
put that box down

because now I have a witness,

and you'll be back
in jail for robbery.

Okay.

But you ain't seen
the last of me.

Oh, I don't know who you are,

but you certainly
came in the nick of time.

I'm Superman, ma'am.

I seen this here advertise...

You? Superman? Yes, ma'am.

Now, if you need
help like it says...

Well, come in, please.

Thank you, ma'am.

I had to leave
Lillybelle tied up outside.

Oh, yes, of course.

You had to leave
Lillybelle tied up outside.

Lillybelle's my mule.

Your mule?

Yup. I never expected

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

Those are parking meters.

Parking meters.

Well, I reckon ya gotta
have a fancy name

for such fancy hitchin' posts.

Are you sure you're Superman?

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

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

Well, uh...

Well, first of all,

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

Glad obliged, ma'am.

[GASPS]

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

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

Well, I'm convinced
you're Superman.

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

I-I mean...

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

You should see me
in my Sunday overalls.

Well, it's none of my business

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

But I appreciate
your sense of humor.

Makes you seem more human.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Oh, excuse me. It seems somebody

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

Miss Holloway?

Yes.

I'm Clark Kent of
the Daily Planet.

I've come in
reference to you ad.

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

Come in. I'll introduce
you to Superman.

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

Yes. In person.

Well...

Superman? Yes, ma'am?

I'd like you to meet Mr. Kent.

Pleased to meet ya, Mr. Kent.

On the contrary.

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

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

Yes, I'd like to hear that too.

Well, first of all,

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

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

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

What am I supposed to do for it?

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

To a little radio shack

just 50 miles outside
of Iceville, Alaska.

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

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

Oh, Steve and I
would be so grateful.

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

Well, not for you.
You can fly up.

Fly?

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

I'll do it. Oh, thank you.

Thank you, Superman.

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

Oh, no, sirree, Mr. Kent.

I promised to help the lady,

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

So nobody touches this here

except until I put it in
the hands of her fiancé.

Well, I was just
kidding. Shall we go?

Thank you again, Superman.

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

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

Now I'm sure of it.

Bye, ma'am.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Hey, you...

Leftover Louie.

What are you doing here?

My business is with
junior, here, Kent,

and it's strictly legal.

I'm in kind of a hurry, mister.

I gotta fly this pie to Alasky.

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

That's right nice, mister,

but I promised to
deliver it to a soldier.

I'll make it a hundred.

What do you want with the pie?

I wanna eat it, see.

What do ya usually
do with a pie?

Ain't nobody gonna eat this

'cept the man it
was whomped up for.

Now, I gotta get goin'.

Nice to make your
acquaintance, Mr. Kent.

Same here, Superman.

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

Louie! Three hundred...

Come here.

Now, I...

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

he can probably
break you in two.

In the second place, if
you make any trouble,

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

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

Not if you behave
yourself, Louie.

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

because I don't want
you to make trouble.

Don't boss me around, Kent.

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

the typewriter is mightier
than the brass knuckle.

Now, where did
you say you lived?

The Crumbly Hotel.

That figures.

Let's go.

[CLICKING]

[WIND GUSTING]

[♪♪♪]

That was Axle Airbase.

Oh? What did they want?

They wanted to know how
the weather was up here.

I hope you didn't tell them.

I told them the
weather was perfect...

for Eskimos.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

[KNOCKING CONTINUES]

Howdy. You the
fella called Steve?

Don't bother asking
me questions.

I'm obviously out of my mind.

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

Margie? A pie?

Yup. Got it here
as quick as I could.

Well, reckon we
better be gettin' back.

Wait a minute, wait. Come on in.

It's 20 below out there.

That's cold enough to freeze

even a figment
of the imagination.

Yeah, I reckon I
would like to set awhile.

Come on, Lillybelle.
We been invited in.

I reckon I better unbundle
you a mite, Lillybelle.

Is this for real?

Realest pie I ever saw.

No, no, I meant you...

and the mule.

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

I'm sorry.

Look, you make
yourselves at home

while I talk this
over with myself.

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

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

I can't be dreaming that.

Look, will you tell
me something?

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

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

So me and Lillybelle took one
of them airplanes to Fairbanks

and then a truck to Iceville,

then I jumped on
Lillybelle and here we are.

It's incredible.

Yup. It's chilly too.

Look, I'll fix up some grub.

Then we'll start
from the beginning.

That's mighty nice of you.

The Air Force is never
gonna believe this.

[DINGS]

What can I do for you, sir?

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

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

turn to the left,
turn to the right,

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

Thank you. Oh, one more thing.

Yes? He ain't in.

Well, could you
tell me where he is?

Flyin', I guess.

Flying?

Anyway, he rented an airplane.

One with skis on it.

Skis? Did you say skis?

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

Skis.

Alaska...

lemon meringue pie.

Thank you very much.

[♪♪♪]

You rassle up a right
nice snack, mister.

Snack? That's
two weeks' rations.

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

Ah, I guess we can
start on this now.

Sounds like one
of them airplanes.

Oh, must be the
monthly mail plane.

He's been due any day now.

Lucky there's
enough for three here.

And maybe just a
smidgeon for Lillybelle?

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

But then... this is
no ordinary mule.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Excuse me.

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

Okay, brother. Where is it?

Where's what?

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

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

Where's that lemon meringue pie?

Margie's?

Oh, there it is.

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

Yeah, that's right, junior.

What did she do? Bake
that pie with uranium?

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

But to me, it's worth 25 grand.

[WIND HOWLING]

So long, kiddies. Have fun.

[PLANE ENGINE STARTING]

Should have blasted him.

If there's anything
lower than a mule thief,

it's a pie stealer.

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

Not even for one
of Margie's pies.

[♪♪♪]

Well, Lillybelle,

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

It doesn't matter about the pie.

It was the thought that counted.

Margie's and yours.

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

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

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

I made it for her.

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

I guess I got carried away.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Now, who in tarnation...?

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

Come in.

Welcome, sir. It's a vast relief

to realize that I actually
have gone crazy.

Now I can enjoy it.

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

Certainly. He left just
a few minutes ago.

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

What kind of a
plane was he flying?

I must have missed him.

A yellow, two-engine job...

trimmed with lace
with purple polka dots.

Well, I'm going after him.

Get to the bottom of
this once and for all.

[BUZZING] Ah, that
must be the general

calling to tell me
he's coming to lunch.

Who are you, mister?

Never mind about that now.

Well, this sure is a
realistic nightmare.

That was the man
who stole the pie.

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

and he's holed up with
a portable transmitter

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

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

Well, if that don't beat all!

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

You mean that's unusual?

Well... ain't it?

[♪♪♪]

[MOANING]

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

Get me outta here, Superman.

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

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

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

Who said anything
about walking, Louie?

Well, I can't fly.

With me you can,
and don't worry,

my wings don't ice up. Come on.

Oh! Oh! Super... Oh.

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

I brung back your pie.

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

Oh, just a moment.

You mind giving him a lift?

I reckon not. Climb
aboard, mister.

Why did they ever lead me

outta that nice,
warm penitentiary?

Hey, and you better
be careful, mister.

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

All right. I'll be careful.

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

So long.

[MOANING CONTINUES]

[♪♪♪]

Now.

How about a piece of that pie?

They told me
this Arctic solitude

could do funny things to a man.

Oh, you're all right, Steve.

Really? Why, sure.

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

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

[LOUIE MOANING]

What happened to you?

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

It's yours.

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

I can't take it, Louie.

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

she flung me out
for good measure.

T-take it anyway.

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

From now on...

I g-g-g-go legitimate.

Harry. Mr. Kent
stopped by to see me.

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

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

Listen, Kent.

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

Cross my freezing
heart and hope to die.

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

Well, that takes care
of them, Sylvester.

How about you?

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

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

I'm going back to Skunk Hollow

where I can be
just plain Superman.

And the best of luck
to you, Superman.

And you too, Lillybelle.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

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in the amazing
Adventures of Superman.

Superman is based
on the original character

appearing in Superman magazine.