Superman - Mystery Of The Mechanical Monster

Faster than a speeding bullet or powerful than a locomotive able to leak all buildings at a single

Up on the sky. It's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman

The adventures of Superman

When the planet Krypton, home of a race of Superman, exposed into dust, the soul's rival was an infant boy who had been shot to earth in a sealed rocket.

Today that boy who grown to manhood is known as Superman's sworn enemy of the forces of evil.

To aid him in his never-ending fight for truth and justice, he masquerades as Clark Kent, crime reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper.

His secret is carefully guarded. No one is aware that Kent is Superman. No one but you.

John with us now on ABC as Superman matches his amazing strength against the mindless creature of cold steel.

In an exciting transcribed adventure entitled, The Mystery of the Mechanical Monster.

Since the beginning of time, man has ever sought to conquer the elements to harness the unlimited forces of nature.

He has thrown great dams across wide rivers and tapped the energy in their raging torrents.

He has bridled the wind, given himself silver wings. He has captured and stored the heat of the sun and the moisture of the rain.

Yes, he has even split the atom for better or for worse.

These things man has done and more, but it is not enough.

It is not enough that he has mastered the wind and the water, the sun and the rain.

He strives to master life itself, to give to things of stone and wood and steal the power to think and reason and live.

This is the story of one such man. The story of a mindless dream come true. The story of a mechanical monster.

It is known at the corner of the first and the main street in the heart of the city of Metropolis.

Office workers on their way to lunch, crowd the kerbs don't waiting for the traffic lights to change.

Suddenly a woman screams and another wave of panic and pandemonium sweep over the crowd as they call back from the intersection.

The air almost in the center of Main Street, a 200 pound iron manhole cover, has been tossed aside like a poker jim.

The gleaming metalhead and shoulders of a huge mechanical monster can be seen emerging from the dark depth of the tour.

The shocking almost unbelievable news travels like wildfire by radio.

I thought the people were brave witnesses today to be starting a pair of some of my mechanical monsters.

My new is boy.

Extra read all about it, mechanical monster loose and steady.

By word of mouth.

Hey, I see this. I see it and I tell you, I see it with my own two eyes.

Meanwhile at the offices of the Metropolis Daily Planet, Clark Kent, who is in reality Superman,

is closeted with Perry White, editor of the paper.

5,000 people can't be crazy chief.

Who said so?

Well, after all.

You remember that thing on the radio 10 or 12 years ago?

That Orson Wells man from Moscow.

Oh, that's why people deserted their homes when out of the mines.

Yeah, but this is a little different chief.

The people at first in Main Street saw this thing.

They all saw it, mind you, not one, two, three or four, but all of them.

The traffic cop, the sales girl executive, the housewife, everybody.

Ah, Massachusetts.

Oh, chief, did Massisteria lift that iron manhole cover?

Oh, listen Kent.

Just a minute.

Did Massisteria smash in the radiator of the car that hit the monster?

I don't know.

Of course it didn't.

All the eyewitness accounts tallied.

They don't know what?

One man said it was made of metal.

Another said it was made of painted wood.

Another said it was a giant in the suit of armor.

Another said, oh, I know, but this much they all agree on.

They saw the head and shoulders of a huge creature coming out of the sewer opening.

A car hit it and it dropped out of sight.

And how come the police found no trace of it when they searched the sewer?

Oh, but the time they got there, it was gone.

Gone, gone where? Back to the hotel room?

Oh, or maybe to the drugstore for chocolate mullet.

After all, even a monster has to reach it.

You heard of the mechanical brain.

Well, what about it?

Well, it can add, subtract, multiply, and divide it up into the million.

But it can't walk through a sewer and it can't stick its head out of an open manhole.

And it can't disappear into thin air.

Well, maybe someone is invented one that can't.

Maybe you've been going to too many bars to pull off movies.

Oh, okay.

Forget it.

I'm going to have a spot on.

If it isn't flying, this is...

Mr. White!

How many times have I told you not to budget here without nothing?

You wouldn't help, but this just came over the police.

Tell it to me.

What does it mean?

I'll take it.

Great, Cesar.

What happened to you?

They've cornered the mechanical monster in Klein's bridge park.

Back your head, is it?

Back your head, is it?

Oh, hello, Ken.

Hey, close your menu on the south side, Riley.

Keep that circle tight.

Oh, what's the story, Inspector?

Ken, don't bother me now.

Will you please?

Malone!

Get those tear gas guns off that truck.

And move fast.

Oh, what am I talking about anyway?

What good is tear gas against the mechanical monster?

Are your shirries in the park inspector?

Yes, yes, I'm sure.

Hey, keep those search lights moving, men.

Who saw him, Inspector?

Well, Ken's in the van.

Yeah, what is it?

Girl broke through a line in the van, man.

I can't understand a word you're saying.

Girl broke through a line up through the van's head.

Bro, true?

Shirae, I didn't understand a part.

She what?

Well, we didn't have a chance to stop her before we knew it was happening.

We lost her in the dark.

You mean to tell me that there's a girl in there now with that monster?

Yeah, she must be crazy.

Oh, good heavens.

Look past the way along.

Tell the men to watch that choir.

All I need now is to have one of them put a bullet in the girl.

Yes, sir.

Don't worry, Inspector.

Ken, instead of standing there telling me not to worry.

Why don't you get your friend Superman in on this thing?

If ever we needed him, we need to know.

Inspector, no sooner said than done.

See you later.

Melding into the darkness behind the battery of high-powered search lights.

Clark Kent swiftly makes the transformation from the mild-mannered be spectacle reporter to his true role of Superman.

Lamping high into the air, the only human being who numbers among his other amazing powers in the power of flight

covers like some great red and blue bird above the park.

His sharp, all-seeing eyes piercing the darkness below.

A darkness made more fantastic by searching fingers of light.

Suddenly, he spots his quarry.

Turning in mid-air, every muscle in his powerful body tent can talk.

He swoops down like a diving hawk and lands on a people-ordered path.

Directly in front of him, lumbering up the path like some huge creature spawned in the dark horror of a nightmare

is the mechanical monster.

And held close in its arms, far against the cold, riveted steel of its massive chest is a young girl.

Slowly, foot by foot, moving with the clumsy, stiff-legged gate of a mindless thing,

the monster closes the gap between itself and Superman.

A shrill, high-pitched wine almost won't be airy from any of a lost soul comes from the shapeless slit of a mouth

and the two purplish blue bones that serve as its eyes flicker on drop like ghostly signal lights.

Puzzled with uncertain, facing a new kind of menace, Superman hesitates as the tall-brink creature bears down upon him.

How can he stop to battle with it without injuring the girl?

The answer comes from an unexpected source.

The girl has helped.

Don't try to stop him.

I've got to stop him. He'll kill you if I don't.

No, please. You don't have to stop him. He's all right now.

The police have the park surrounded. He can't get through.

All the more, tell him to go away.

He won't hurt anyone now unless they try to stop him.

Please, you must believe me.

Who are you? What's your name?

Karen Barton.

I'll explain everything with a judgment.

All right. Get in touch with Clark.

Can't it that they'll be planet?

I will. Now, please, don't let the police try to stop him.

I'll do my best.

Superman, look. That girl must be out of her mind.

I don't think so, Inspector. She seemed to be controlling the monster.

He had her in his arms, but she wasn't hurt or afraid.

Well, then I'm going out of my mind.

Will you call off your men? Look what she is crazy.

What if that monster goes berserk?

I don't think he will. It's worth the chance, Inspector.

All right. But Kevin helped us if we're wrong.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Captain Landry calling, Mr. White.

No, I'll put him on.

Hello, Gunnar. Yes, Captain, yes. I know.

Yes, yes, of course. Absorb due to late.

Do you have any girls?

Yes.

Captain Landry calling, Mr. White.

Well, put them on.

Hello, Gunnar.

Yes, captain, yes. I know.

Yes, yes. Of course.

Yes, absolutely. Yes, you can be sure I will. Right.

Oh, now what?

All right, put them on.

Hello. Yes, there's Perry White.

Yes, I know all about it.

I'm trying to locate him now. I said I'm trying.

I said I'm trying to locate him now.

What would you like me to do? Hang myself?

Well, that's too bad.

Go ahead, Commissioner. Go as high as you like.

Love, mouth smart, I like it.

No more calls. I don't want to talk to anyone. Is that clear?

Yes.

Where or where is that art?

You're looking for me, Chief?

Looking for you? Looking for you?

Whatever, give me that point idea.

Why should I be looking for you?

Why?

Remember, you're a pressure chief. They wouldn't convict me.

No, they couldn't possibly convict me. It'll be justifiable homicide.

What would be justifiable homicide?

If I throttled you with my bare hands, if I cut you up into little pieces and fed you to the figures.

Obviously, I've done something wrong.

Wrong?

You've done something wrong, did you say?

Oh, no. Heaven forbid. How could you do anything wrong?

All right, out with it. What have I done?

No, you don't know. There we go.

Frankly, no.

You don't know that you let the biggest story of the year slip through your fingers.

You don't know that with the help and cooperation of that muscle-bound friend of yours,

that empty-headed, aval-pated, sick, neck-lanted George Oaf who calls himself Superman.

You don't know that with his kind assistance, you manage not only to miss a sensational story,

but you also succeeded in throwing this city into panic and bringing the breath I heaven down on my head.

Is that all?

Is that all?

Is that all?

Isn't it enough that people are cowering behind locks and bolted doors?

Isn't it enough that the entire city is in panic?

Isn't it enough that I've had panic calls from the mayor,

the governor, the president of the city council, and the commissioner of the state police?

Because Superman didn't capture the mechanical monsters.

No, no, because the moon was made of green cheese.

Now what do you think?

I explained it all to the rewrite, man, when I phoned in.

You explained why Superman couldn't stop the monster.

Why he talked Inspector Henderson into calling off the police?

And that's another thing.

Poor Henderson.

He's a nervous wreck.

Everybody's got him on the con.

I'm sorry about that, but who cares whether you're sorry or not?

What I want to know and what I want to know fast is, where is that Mexico month?

Well, wait a minute.

If you answer, if you say you don't know, you can turn around fast.

Walk out of here and never come back.

Kent, where are you going?

Just following orders.

You close that door and come back here.

Close your light.

Close your light.

Well?

Well, what?

You called me back.

Kent.

Kent, oh, I'm an old man.

I'll be 61 in April.

Now let me live my few remaining years in peace and quiet.

Don't take my heart out.

I'm sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

Just tell me one thing.

Where's that mechanical monster?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

If you don't then Superman doesn't I want you, Kent, unless you tell me.

Who is it?

It's me, Mr. White.

It's Beanie.

Go away.

Go away, I said.

Hold it, Chief.

Hold it.

You scared the light, but I'm important, too.

What is it, Beanie?

There's a lady in the reception room waiting to see him.

Mr. Kent, she's awful nervous.

What's her name?

Miss Margaret.

Miss Margaret.

Harold Margaret.

Send her in, Beanie.

Okay, Mr. Kent.

Maybe we'll find out what you want to know.

Close that door.

Where do we get her in here?

Get her in here.

Harold Margaret.

A girl with a monster.

I don't believe it.

Kent, this is another of your tricks.

That's right, Edmiss.

Miss Margaret.

Yes, I'm Clark Kent.

How do you do this?

This is Perry White, editor of the Daily Planet.

How do you do this?

Are you the girl who broke through the police lines and found the monster?

Please don't call him that.

I don't care what you call him.

Are you the girl?

Yes, I am.

Believe it or not.

Sit down, please.

Thank you.

You better sit down, too, Chief, before you fall down.

Oh, oh, yes.

Yes, yes.

Now, Miss Margaret.

No, wait a minute, Kent.

Let's get a stenographer in here.

We want her story.

Word for word.

No, please.

I can't tell you any.

No, look here, young lady.

Hold it, hold it.

What do you mean, hold it?

She's got me made to understand the spot we're in.

Why did you come here, Miss Margaret?

If you didn't plan to clear up the mystery.

I made a promise to Superman.

Would you also say you'd explain everything?

Yes, I know.

But I can't.

Why not, Chief, please?

Don't, Chief, please me.

She's got to talk.

It's her public duty.

If she doesn't, I'm going to turn her over to the police.

It won't happen again.

I promise you, it won't happen.

No, that's not enough.

The people of this city have a right to an explanation.

Where's the monster now?

Please, I ask that.

No, all right, all right.

All right.

The thing.

Where is it?

I can't tell you.

Kent, this is ridiculous.

Am I not going to put up with it?

No, Chief.

No, I'm not going to take the responsibility.

All the criticism from letting her get away from this.

Yes, it's right.

Get me in, Inspector Henderson.

Don't you're making a mistake.

Hold on a minute.

Why am I making a mistake?

We haven't given this market a chance.

No.

I'm sure she'll be willing to tell us why she can't give us a full explanation.

What about that young lady?

You can certainly go that far, Miss Margaret.

Wow.

Yes.

Forget the call.

All right.

Now let's have it.

If I tell you, will you be satisfied?

No, it all depends.

What Mr. White means is that your reason must be good.

After all, it is an everyday that a huge mechanical man

traps the streets of the city.

I told you it won't happen again.

It happens once, and that's enough.

Why won't you tell us about it?

I must have a reason, Miss Margaret.

I have.

What is it?

I can't tell you unless you promise never to breathe it to a soul.

I won't promise anything of the kind.

We're not playing a game here.

Miss, this is a matter of public safety.

Let's clear something up.

As I understand it, Miss Margaret, what you've agreed to do is tell us

why you feel you can't explain the existence of the mechanical man

and your connection with it.

Is that right?

Yes.

And you're asking us to keep that reason confidential?

Yes.

Well, chief, I think we can go along with that.

Oh, you know, huh?

Yes, with this understanding.

If we don't think Miss Margaret's reason is strong enough,

we still reserve the rights to refer the entire matter

to the police without revealing her confidence.

Well, that's so true, Miss Margaret.

You don't leave me much choice.

All right, I'll tell you.

I'll tell you why I want this horrible nightmare forgotten forever.

It's because the mechanical man...

Yes?

The mechanical man...

is my father.

We'll be back for the startling solution

to the mystery of the mechanical monster in just a moment.

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and part two of the mystery of the mechanical monster.

And now, back to the adventures of Superman,

and part two of the mystery of the mechanical monster.

Ah!

Stunned of Carol Margaret's statement

that the huge mechanical monster is her father,

Mark Kent and Perry White stare at her

and shocked, voiceless disbelief.

Finally, Kent breaks the silence.

You know what you're saying, Miss Margaret?

Yes, I know.

What do you mean, he's your father?

How can a mechanical man be your father?

If you believe that, young lady...

No, you don't understand.

I meant that my father designed him and built him.

I meant that everything he does is done at my father's bidding.

He's my father's slave.

You didn't say that.

You said the mechanical man was your father.

I don't remember, but if I did, it's almost true.

For better than a year now...

Don't stop, Miss Margaret.

No, I mustn't say anymore.

You promised if I told you the reason...

Right, you don't have to tell us anymore if you don't want to.

Kent, are you crazy?

We don't know anymore than we knew before.

Who's her father? Where is he? Why did he build that monster?

I think Miss Margaret's reason for not wanting to tell us anymore is good and sufficient.

Oh, is that so?

What have another thing for yourself? Because I don't.

You promised, Miss Margaret.

I said if your reason was good enough.

It isn't.

Your father, whoever he is, created panic in the heart of Metropolis with that mechanical thing.

Seven people were injured.

Luckily, no one was crippled to death.

I know, I know all that, but I told you it won't happen again.

It shouldn't have happened the first time.

Chief, we're not getting any where.

You may go if you wish, Miss Margaret.

Thank you.

I appreciate you coming in.

Did you hear me?

Goodbye, Miss Margaret.

Goodbye, Miss Kent.

Thank you again.

Kent!

Hey, Gidee.

So, you...

Yes, just a little...

Bluttering and listening to me now, I had to let her go.

Why? In the name of heaven, why?

You ought to learn something.

I'm going to follow.

Oh, no, they're not. You're through.

You're finished.

We'll discuss that later.

Kent, come back here.

I haven't time.

Then I'm going with you.

You shouldn't have come along.

Chief, this is a one-man job.

Well, you're a one-man, I don't trust with it.

Is that our cab ahead?

Yes.

Well, I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she's leading us on a wild goose chase.

Where are we?

Maplewood.

That's the Lutheran hospital on the left.

A holder driver, take it easy.

Watch the matter.

Her cab's slowing up, turning into a driveway.

We better get out here.

Okay, driver, this'll do.

Right.

There, I'll pay him.

Here you are, driver.

Okay, Chief, let's go.

Well, now what?

Now she's getting out of the cab.

Are you walking around as far as the house?

You mean to tell me you can see all that from here?

Sure.

Cab's backing out of the driveway.

See it?

You've got wonderful eyesight.

That much I'll say for you.

I'll cross over and walk up toward the house.

Kent, do you think it's smart to tackle this alone?

Huh?

What if he's got mechanical monster in his basement?

Huh?

If it's mechanical, someone has to control it.

Knock out the control and you get rid of the monster.

Sure, sure.

Just like that.

That girl said, her old man sounds like a Frankenstein.

Why would anyone want to build a mechanical monster in this?

Hold it, Chief.

And what's the matter now?

You may have been right.

What about?

A wild goose chase.

Come on.

Kent, why do you insist on talking in riddles?

And I'm not quite sure yet.

Sure, sure about what?

Take it easy.

I can't keep up with you.

I'm sorry.

Here's the driveway.

Well, that's one time, I guess, wrong.

Now, can't either you stop.

I misjudged her.

She pulled a fast one on it.

The house is empty.

What?

Well, how do you know?

There's no one in it.

Not much furniture, either.

What are you trying to pull?

You can't see who knows.

When lose all the shapes are down.

Take my word for it.

Come on.

Let's go around back.

Are you sure this is where the cab turned in?

Positive.

If you couldn't have gone far, she got out of the cab.

Hey, maybe she didn't get out.

No, she did all right.

And she walked back here.

Look.

Look at what?

The imprints of her heels in the gravel.

I can't see them without my glasses.

And you got me so excited that I left my glasses back in the office.

Where do they lead?

Hey, that's funny.

Yeah.

The video's looking in on it.

Well, they're not.

Her heel prints go halfway across the yard and then disappear.

Yeah, that's where she sprouted wings and took off.

Oh, I ought to have my head examined for letting you do the things you do.

I knew I should have turned that girl over to the police, but no.

No, I had to get soft again.

Great, Miss Scott.

Now, what brilliant deduction have you come up with?

No, deduction, just to discover.

A brilliant one, I'm sure.

Here, and take a look.

Look at that.

And now, what's so special about Pat?

An old wooden sewer cover.

Before the city sewer system was extended out here, they had their own disposal duct.

This is where her heel prints end.

Let me get the cover off.

You're not suggesting she climbed down there.

It would be.

What for?

Just an old abandoned sewer duct.

Well, there's an iron ladder and some fresh gravel at the bottom of it.

This is where she's at the pier.

Don't go down there, Cad.

No, why not?

In the first place, it's pitch dark.

Second place, it isn't safe.

I let the wood safe for her.

It's safe for me.

Wait up there while I look around.

Oh, no, no.

You're not getting out of my sight.

You don't want to come down here, Chief?

Oh, I don't want to, but I'm going.

Well, let's turn back, Cad.

We've gone far.

Oh, no, we haven't.

But what good is it?

You can't see your hand in front of your face.

In any way, I told you if she came down here.

You won't.

Hey, where are you, Cad?

Right here.

There's a stone door with a ring in it.

Huh.

It leads into a kind of a basement.

Here, take my hand.

Okay, watch it now.

There are three stone steps going down.

We're crazy.

We're absolutely crazy.

Careful.

Are you all right?

All right, as I'll ever be in the pitch-dark sewer.

We're not in the sewer now.

This is part of a basement underneath the house.

Oh, wait a minute.

I don't worry.

Don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

I hear voices.

They don't hear a thing.

It's the market girl and an elderly man.

What have you got a crystal ball?

Someone follow me.

Follow you.

Or I can't even see.

Take my hand.

It's awfully now.

Okay, that's far enough.

Father, you shouldn't go on like this.

You hear the voices now?

Yes.

The man's her father.

Don't you see what's going on?

There's a basement adjoining this one.

We're standing at a connecting door.

What do we do?

I'm going to open the door.

Here goes.

Hello, Miss Margaret.

Who are these men?

What are they doing in here?

Please, please go back to where you came.

Who are they?

How did they get here?

Is he your father?

Yes, please, Mr. Kent.

Yes, Father.

Who are these men?

They're from a newspaper.

Mr. Kent, he's not well.

Please don't get him into a rage.

Hey, let me handle this.

Sir, my name is Perry White.

I don't think we've ever met.

I'm Dr. Margaret.

I have no desire to meet you.

What are you doing, Chris?

I'm taking my private laboratory.

What are you doing?

Building mechanical monsters?

This is scare people to death.

Mr. White.

Take it easy.

How dare you call my creation a monster?

How dare you?

Well, what do you call it?

The answer to men's salvation.

Men is destroying himself on the altar of his own greed.

Father.

His flesh dies from disease and his mind is poisoned by fear and frustration.

I am creating a new race of men to take the place of those who fail.

Father, please.

Behind that curtain is the first of my mechanical brain children.

Soon there will be others.

Not them.

I can't help it.

You dare to challenge me?

You dare.

Father.

But of course, you're a human and riddled with fear.

You must be destroyed.

I'd grow the curtain before your mechanical executioner.

Oh, no.

Just a minute, Dr. Marker.

Hand back.

I draw a switch.

In the dial.

Destroy it.

He's coming out of me.

Destroy it.

He's evil human.

Destroy it.

Stand back.

I'll take care of him.

Leaving to a table, Clark.

Clark can't smash his alive lightbulb.

Suspended from the ceiling, plunging the cavernous basement room into darkness.

Then dropping to the floor again, he faces the huge mechanical creature

with its two blinking purple eyes.

Who else does this cannot save you?

Lunging at the master can't now in his true role of Superman,

smashes his fist into the blank metal face.

He wants to reel drunkenly in the eerie whine of its mechanism fluctuates.

But still, it comes on its gigantic arms extended, blindly searching for its praise.

Destroy.

Destroy.

Determined to put an end to madness.

Superman leaps from the floor and tackles the huge creature above its stiff joint of knees.

Or a timeless moment it sways like a towering tree in the wind

and then losing its balance.

Crash us down on the fence that's riveted body breaking apart.

I had a long talk with the chief of staff at the hospital in this market

and he assured me your father would be perfectly alright after treatment and a good long rest.

I hope so, Mr. Kent.

I don't know how to thank you and Mr. White for all you did.

And don't thank me.

I almost cooked all of our gooses.

Oh, or is it geese?

Oh, and that thing came at us.

Phew.

I...

I still don't know how Kent managed to floor it.

It was a courageous thing to do.

Arrages?

Why even Superman would have hesitated to tackle that bird?

Fortunately, he did.

What was that, Kent?

Huh?

Oh, not nothing, chief.

Absolutely nothing.

And so ends the mystery of the mechanical monster on the adventures of Superman,

which comes to you now each week at the same time over plenty of these same ABC stations.

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It's a plane.

It's Superman.

The role of Superman is played by Bud Coyer, lowest lane by Joan Alexander.

You to kiss composed and played by John Dart.

This is Jackson Beck reminding you to be sure to listen next week to the Diamond of Death on the Adventures of Superman.

Now a listening reminder.

Next Saturday night, Superman will be heard in an earlier time.

You won't want to miss a single one of these thrilling dramas.

So check your local newspaper for the exact hour.

And be sure to hear Superman next Saturday at its new time.

This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.