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That's just an speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive.
It was only four buildings at a single bound.
Up on the sky, it's a bird.
It's a plane.
It's Superman.
The adventure results Superman.
When the planet crept on home of a race of Superman exploded in dust, the soul survival was an infant boy who had been shot to earth in a sealed rocket.
Today, that boy 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.
Prime reporter for a great metropolitan newspaper.
His secret is carefully guarded.
No one is aware that Kent is Superman.
No one but you.
Join with us now on ABC as Superman saves an innocent boy from the electric chair.
In an exciting transcribed story of crackman courage entitled One Minute to Death.
The night was clear but dark.
There were stars in the black canopy of the sky, but a waning moon had long since dipped beneath the horizon.
When young Johnny Weber circled the modest, tangled house on Pine Street in the suburbs of Metropolis.
Moving segmentally across the soft cushion of the lawn, he stationed himself beneath a second story window.
Looking up, he whistled softly.
A long moment of silence, broken only by the chirping of crickets and the hum of insects.
Then almost like a delayed echo, there was an answering whistle.
Moving to the rear of the house, Johnny waited in a protective darkness.
He saw a light go on in the kitchen and then go off.
The key turned in a lock.
The rear door opened.
The young girl tipped toad down the four steps.
Oh, I thought you'd never come.
I trouble getting a car.
I did you get one.
Yeah, but I gotta go pick it up now.
Then we'll take you about 20 minutes.
Whose car is Johnny?
I'm one of the boys.
Hey, look on you.
You go get ready and meet me out front.
Whose car is Johnny?
The difference whose car it is.
What we're gonna do is drive up the Glen Oaks, get married and drive back.
I want to know whose car you're borrowing.
I told you one of the boys.
Oh, Laura, I will kill in time.
You promised me that you wouldn't have anything more to do with it.
Get me used to hang around with.
Baby, I'm not.
I spent two hours calling up people trying to get a car.
Nobody was home.
Oh, we can wait.
We don't have to do it tonight.
We've been waiting six months.
If we don't do it tonight, we'll never do it.
Baby, please.
Don't make it tougher than it is.
You still haven't told me whose car it is.
You wouldn't know if I did that yet.
Just a guy.
And anyway, baby, we're only taking it for the night.
That's all.
After we give it back in the morning,
we're through the car and we're through with him.
I don't like you getting mixed up with those hoodlums again.
I'm not getting mixed up.
Baby, believe me.
Go get ready.
I'll be back in 20 minutes.
Johnny, wait.
You've got to promise me something.
What?
That you'll return the car in the morning.
I never had anything more to do with.
Whoever you're borrowing it from.
Sure, baby.
Why not?
Are you worried about it, John?
I'm my worried about it.
Oh.
Oh, the fine time to get a spin ticket.
You want a hurry, son?
Yeah.
Matter of fact, I am, obviously.
All right. Let's see your driver's license.
Sure.
I'm on my way to pick up my good driver.
Here.
We get married and go and else tonight.
I guess I'm so happy.
Bye-bye.
The guy who's gone so fast.
Registration?
Huh?
Car registration.
The owner's license.
That's it.
Maybe I just borrowed this car for tonight.
Oh.
Who owns it?
Friend of mine.
What's his name?
Name's Connie.
Tony what?
I don't know his last name.
That's a real good friend.
Well, see you this way.
Yeah.
Just borrowed the car for tonight and kind of me and my girl.
Yeah, you said that before.
What did I?
Yeah.
Guess I did.
What have you got in the back?
Nothing.
Don't you motor off.
Well, look.
Offside my girl.
Wait.
Okay.
Have the key.
Yeah.
Well, what are you looking for?
Anything I can find.
Sit tight with my open the trunk.
Well, why don't you just give me a ticket for speeding and let me go.
You're going to get a lot more than a ticket for speeding.
Get your hands up.
Get up.
Hey.
What's the idea?
Come on.
Keep them up.
I don't get this.
Not much you don't.
What did you get the radios?
What?
The 10 portable radios in the trunk.
What the hell are you talking about?
Come clean, Johnny.
What did you get them?
I didn't say my car.
I borrowed it.
I don't know nothing about the radios.
What's the name of the man you borrowed the car from?
You remember it now?
Yeah.
Yeah.
If I do, it's Denelli.
Tony Denelli.
Where's he live?
I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
How did you get the car?
I took it up in the turnpike tavern.
It's kind of a roadhouse in the turnpike.
I don't know where it is.
Is Denelli there?
I guess so.
He was there when he gave you the car.
Wasn't he?
Yeah.
But I don't want to get mixed up with it.
Why not?
I just don't want it.
That's all.
You see, he owns this car.
That's right.
There are ten new radios in the trunk that could have been stolen.
No, we're taking a ride over to the turnpike tavern.
And you're going to pick out Tony Denelli for me.
And I'm going to have a little talk with him.
All right, Johnny.
Pick him up.
I'm not seeing that.
Sitting over there in that last booth of this girl.
You'd better find him, son.
That's that guy with a ball.
He runs the places.
Come on over.
You're looking for someone opposite.
Yeah.
Where's Tony?
Tony, you.
Denelli.
I don't know, Tony Denelli.
Oh, yeah, no.
It comes in here all the time.
He was sitting over there in that booth of this girl's cheeky less than 20 minutes ago.
Nobody was sitting in that booth all night.
You got it wrong, kid.
You're lying.
You're covering for me.
All right, that's enough.
We run a straight giant here, Rob.
Yeah, I know.
Okay, Johnny.
Let's go.
I said he's lying.
Let's go.
Anakin, state patrol, car, 17 reporting.
Have a burglary suspect.
Request ownership check on black Chevrolet sedan license 4Y6782.
That is all.
You better give it to me straight, Johnny.
You heard the ownership report.
The car belongs to a man named Walter Silbe on Cox's lane.
Not to Tony Denelli.
Can you get the car from Denelli?
I swear I did.
And you didn't know the radios were in the trunk.
No, call my girl.
Ask her what I was doing.
All right, we'll ask her later.
Right now, we're going over to Cox's lane to ask Mr. Silbe.
That must be his place, that check.
All right, keep walking in front of me, Johnny.
Don't trust anything.
I should try anything.
I didn't do nothing.
Keep walking.
Okay, hold up.
Knock on the door.
Maybe not home.
There's a light on.
All right, try the door.
See if it's open.
Step inside.
Remember, Johnny, I've got a gun in your back.
I had to do it.
I swear I didn't do it.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I did.
You winner.
I did.
I did.
I did.
I had to see a.]
Is it OK?
OK.
Oh.
Yeah.
You really got the customer.
You really got it.
I do.
Good.
Oh.
You knew it.
That's a pretty innocent we love you.
But what's good about this?
You win.
They're terrible.
For most of us you win.
Rallyering and she's rich, that's a good thing.
OK?
Rain feeds on it again.
Rallying and she likes you and his wife, he loves you.
and he finally agreed to recommend that one of us be permitted to see Johnny.
It's really up to the warden, but I'm pretty sure.
Oh, wait a minute, that may be he now. Keep your things crossed.
Clark can't speak. Oh, hello, warden.
Yes, he said he was going to call you.
I see. Well, thanks a lot.
Yes, sir, I will. Thank you.
Yes? Yes. One of us can see him. It's to be this afternoon.
You'd better go, Mr. Caddye.
I'd get all tied up inside now.
Wouldn't that ask the right question?
And it might be better to if Johnny didn't see me.
I think maybe you're right.
Now, what do we want to know?
How to find Tony D'Anellan, so that there must be a way.
Tell Johnny he's got to give you the names of D'Anellan's friends.
The places he usually hangs out, anything he can tell you that might help.
Okay.
And Mr. Tend.
Yes.
Tell Johnny not to give up hope.
That we might haven't.
And tell him I...
I love him as much as I ever did.
Hello, Johnny.
Hello.
They've only given me two minutes, Johnny, so I'll have to talk fast.
First of all, Laura wanted me to tell you not to give up hope.
She hasn't, and she says she loves you as much as she ever did.
Thanks.
Now, about Tony D'Anellan.
Our only chance to get you out of this mess is to locate D'Anellan.
You can count on us.
Chances are you're right, but someone must know where he is.
Well, unless they do, they won't talk.
I know what happened.
I know it like it was written in a book.
What do you mean?
Tony and Sylvie pulled that radio store job together.
When Tony went to Sylvie's house the next night, they get his cut.
They got a new argument.
Tony maybe had a few drinks.
He pulled his gun and blazed away.
They took the old man's car.
When he saw it up, he realized that car was hot.
That's when I came along.
But Johnny, knowing how it happened doesn't help us.
We've got to prove it.
And we can't prove it unless we lay our hands on D'Anellan.
Forget it, Mr. Kent.
Tony's gone.
He won't come back till I spoke.
We'll find him if we can get a lead.
What about his friends?
They'll cover for him.
Don't worry about their covering, Johnny.
Let me handle that.
Just tell me who they are.
For instance, you testified that D'Anellan was sitting in a booth
at the Turnpike Tavern with a girl.
Chicky?
Chicky, do you know her last name?
No.
But why is she D'Anellan's girl?
I guess so.
One of them anyway.
Describe her for me.
He's a platinum blonde about five, three or four kind of flashy talks.
He used to be a cigarette girl on the joint before Tony picked her up.
Go on.
I thought, oh, she's a hard-banking dame like a hunter.
That doesn't help much, Johnny.
Nothing distinctive about her.
Nothing different.
The clothes she wears are jewelry.
Wait a minute.
Tony gave her a ring with a great, big green stone.
An emerald.
An emerald color, but it was too big to be real.
Stick around as a quarter.
She wore it on the left hand.
No, we're getting somewhere.
She sounds like a good bet.
You better find her first.
We'll find her.
Where does she hang out?
Any one of it doesn't.
She didn't move in the south side.
Okay, my time's up, Johnny.
I think I've got enough.
Don't give up, hope now.
And remember that Laura and I are plucking for you.
Thanks.
Any message, Laura?
Yes.
Tell her to forget about me.
You sure you want me to tell her that, Johnny?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Okay.
No, no one's a cat.
Wait.
Don't tell her that.
Tell her right now.
Tell her no matter what happens, I'll always love her.
Hello, why they miss the cat?
How did you love her?
Fine, Laura.
Did you get in my mess?
I certainly did.
And he said to tell you he loved you more than ever.
What, Johnny?
Oh, no.
Look here, lady.
No tears.
We've got work to do.
I'm sorry.
We've got six nights to comb every bar, gin mill, and honky tonk on the south side.
Do you think you can take it?
I can take anything.
It might mean staying out all hours of the morning.
What about your folk?
It's practically just only now so it doesn't matter.
When do we start?
Tonight.
I'm 30, Laura.
I think you've got to call a quick side.
How many places have we covered?
Seven.
And it leaves five to go tomorrow night.
Yes, but what if she shows up tomorrow or one of the things that we covered tonight?
She's got to keep rotating and press the luck.
Or we know she may be a homestick or even dead.
At ten weeks, it's Johnny last hour.
Shit, all of you.
Are you with her?
No, maybe not.
I'll get a check in a week.
What's the matter?
Don't look now, but two couples just came in.
One of the girls is a platinum blonde and she's wearing a ring with a huge ring stone.
Oh, no.
She's about the right height, too.
Well, I hope they hope they hope.
Yeah, so do I.
Captain's bringing them to the table next to us.
He's in high.
Don't look too interesting.
You've got a left hand on the table.
Take a look at the ring.
How do you drink it, chickie?
I'm already in the soda, like always.
Did you let her drink it?
Chickie, huh?
Now listen carefully, Laura.
You've got to get acquainted with her.
Huh?
I'll tell you.
We'll try pulling a fast one.
I'll start an argument with you.
I'll say, let's go home.
You say no.
You want to stay.
I'll grab your arm and you slap my face.
And then what?
I like her though.
I'm going to beat you up.
That's your cue to scream.
I understand.
Yeah.
One of those gorillas at her table is bound to come to your rescue.
I see.
I'll take a poke at him.
He'll hit me and I'll let him knock me out.
Oh, no.
I won't let you do that.
No worry.
He can't hurt me.
I'll see you.
Carry me out of here.
But don't you follow.
No.
Maybe hide.
Tell him.
Tell him you just got in from out of town.
You have no money, no place to sleep.
Uh-huh.
Maybe.
Maybe one of them, chickie.
I hope I'll offer to take care of it.
Well, I don't know whether I may go to that place.
Got to be for Jimmy's sake.
Oh.
I'll do my best.
Okay.
Here we go.
All right.
Come on, kid.
I'm sick of this joint.
Let's go home.
No.
I like it here.
I want to stay.
I said we're going home now.
Come on.
You let go of my arm.
Let's go when I get out of here.
You let go now.
Oh.
Why you?
Why you?
Okay.
Leave up here.
And you leave up here.
I said.
Take care of her.
And you too.
Oh.
So that's how it is.
Yeah.
Okay.
You punk.
Clark can't speak.
All right.
I've been waiting all morning to hear from you.
Yes, I know.
How do you know?
You went home with Chicky.
But how?
I waited outside the nightclub just to make sure I followed you to her place.
274 Green Street.
Yes, that's hot.
Where are you now?
At a drug store phone bar.
Yeah.
She's got a hangover and I came down against that.
I don't suppose you had a chance to learn anything.
No.
We got home at five o'clock and she slipped up to 11th person.
Well, don't rush it.
Or take it easy.
Gain her confidence before you start pumping her.
All right.
You might start by admiring that ring Denelli gave her.
You know, the usual stuff.
Did your boyfriend give it to Spencer for it and so on.
Got it.
If she opens up and talks, fine.
But if not, let it drop for a while.
I know.
I know.
But don't worry about that.
If you've been learned where Denelli's hiding out, the rest is easy.
Oh, I'll do my best.
Oh, and Laura.
Yes.
Chances are she's got a picture of Denelli somewhere in her room, maybe even in her pocketbook.
Get hold of it if you can.
Oh, sure.
Let me see.
Okay.
I'll be here if you need me.
Good luck, Laura.
Hey, Lenny.
Better not, Chicky.
Yeah.
An aspirin in the coffee did the trick.
Oh, brother did I have a head.
He sure did.
Oh.
What time do we get in?
Five o'clock.
That's not me.
Bobo wanted to come up, didn't he?
Yeah.
I talked.
I did it.
Thanks, kid.
Oh, he's all right.
But he's got his paws on him.
I'm like, I eat.
But he sure flat in that punk who was trying to rough you up, didn't he?
He sure did.
One punch in the punk was out like a light.
Oh, you feeling all right?
Oh, sure.
I'm fine.
Chicky, you did a nice thing bringing me home last night.
I can't tell you how much I appreciate it.
Oh, forget it.
You're a good kid.
Matter of fact, you're going to stay with me till you find a place your own.
He really mean that, Chicky.
And not like a plenty of room here.
What's today?
Monday.
What date?
16?
You can stay with me until the 22nd.
That's when my boyfriend will be back.
Where is he, Chicky?
I only had to take it on.
I mean, he had to go away on kind of a trip.
Is he a traveling salesman?
Tony?
He's going to get a boot out of that.
No, you see, he kind of got into a little jam.
So he had a blow for a while.
But he'll be back Sunday the 22nd on a kind of on Saturday.
Something's happened and it'll put him in the clear.
Or it's a mannequin.
Not...
He got green around the guild.
All right.
I was just thinking, how nice must be this?
Have a regular boyfriend.
Yeah.
Sure is.
How about let's rust some up some breakfast?
And no, I'm not very hungry.
Ah, come on.
Snap out of the kid.
We'll find your boyfriend.
And I honestly, myself, waiting.
And Ellie was coming back on Sunday because on Saturday,
something was going to happen.
You know what she meant.
Yes, but it's not going to happen.
Keep plugging, Laura.
You're doing fine.
But another day has gone by.
Don't think about that.
Just keep plugging.
She talked about Tony for an hour last night.
I think he can't, but I couldn't get it to tell me where he's hiding out.
I'm getting worried.
Don't worry, Laura.
Don't be too anxious.
But the day has started.
I'll be two more days.
What about the picture?
Have you had a chance to look around?
No, she's been with me every minute.
Can't miss a cat.
Why can't we have a police quick?
Of course it is.
Where's he?
No, no.
You can't force her, Laura.
Anyway, that would be a tip off to Denelli.
This is the best way to leave me.
Just don't get panic.
He's something's bound to break.
Mr. Ken, I saw a picture and two letters from Tony buried under some clothes
and one of a girl dropped.
What girl?
Where are the letters from?
Marginot Pankovic.
Here.
Marginot N-A-U-G-A-N-U-C-K.
Marginot Pankovic.
Hey, I know.
It's a coal mining town.
Shall I bring them up over?
No, where are you now?
In the drugstore in the corner.
You've got to verify the location if you can.
You may have mailed the letters from another town.
Look, Mr. Ken, today's Saturday.
It's a last day.
I know, I know.
There we are.
I'll come over.
No, no, I can't do that.
She only went out for a few minutes to pay her electric bills.
Either I've got to pull out all together or go back to the room.
I'll tell you what you do.
Barrow and envelop from the drug.
Put the letters in the picture in it.
Seal it.
Write my name on it and leave it there for me.
I'll pick it up.
All right.
But then what?
Talk to her when she gets back.
You might even tell her you've got a friend at Morganock.
She's bound to react.
Maybe even tell you that's where the NLE is.
I hope you're right.
I can't be that far wrong.
You better go now.
Oh, hello, chickie.
Hi, Doc.
I'm back to the Kleenex, an orange stick, and a Pino Rubin alcohol.
All right.
I even keep you so he stays sticky.
I see your girlfriend a lot, but I don't see much of you.
That was the Rubin alcohol, all right?
Yeah, pint.
What girlfriend?
Oh, one's living with you.
Dark hair, kind of nice looking.
Comes in almost every day to use the paint telephone.
Oh, yeah.
Matter of fact, she was in just a few minutes ago.
Remember, some fella to pick up.
Is it good?
Yeah, yeah.
This one.
Let's see it, Doc.
Sure, sure.
Clark and...
Oh, yeah, I know this guy.
Only she shouldn't left it here for him.
Coming by the house.
I'll take it with me.
Who's me?
You finished wrapping that package, Doc.
I got to make a phone call.
Oh, good.
Oh.
Where's that dirty, no good snake?
Hello?
Bobo, this is Tiki.
Hi, you baby.
I need to know hurry, Bobo.
What's up?
Tell you when I see you.
Pick me up at the corner of Green and have a Myron make it fast.
Oh, back so soon.
Yeah, I'm back.
Come on in, Bobo.
Do you remember, Bobo?
Here's the one taste of that guy.
We're with the night we met.
Oh, of course.
It's nice to see you again.
Skip the glad hand, sister.
Like the door, Tiki.
Yeah.
Oh, what's the matter?
Is something wrong?
That with us, sister.
How about you?
Tiki, what's he talking about?
Get off it.
Who are you stealing for your little rat?
I...
I don't know what you mean.
Maybe they're so healthy.
We didn't get these ladies on his tincter.
I...
I never saw them before.
You've got them under a drawer.
No, no, I didn't.
Are you stealing for the cops?
Come on, Anthony.
Stop it.
Stop.
It's for me, or I'll pull out every hair in your head.
No, no.
No, what?
Please.
Please.
All right, she passed out.
Get some water.
Hey, look, what are you wasting time with her for?
Let's slow it in the car and take it for a one-way ride.
I've got to find out who she's doing for.
The cops, who do you think?
I don't know.
I don't know.
No, no.
No, no.
Please.
What do you think?
I don't mean no difference.
You've got the letters in the picture.
Yeah, but I don't know how much he already told them.
Who cares?
That kid gets burned up in the big house tonight.
But tomorrow Tony is clear.
All we got to do is...
Get the water, Bobbom.
Okay.
That's the way you want it.
There you are.
So I said nothing.
Right.
And lift your up.
Put on a chair.
Yeah.
Put on my right.
Pass it quick.
I don't know.
All of a sudden you don't know nothing.
Do you?
Oh, please.
You know enough that's up into the drug store every day and call the cops.
Didn't you?
Please, I can't.
Then talk.
I...
I don't know.
Let me work on a chick.
Nah, she'll just black out again.
I'll just say before it was a right pitch.
Where can we do it?
I know a play.
Okay, we'll fix it.
Then we'll blow until tomorrow.
Get a coat out of the closet.
Come on, I'll open your seat.
Up.
What are you going to do?
Roll it over our shoulders.
I'll go down first and get the car door over.
You fall for it.
Keep your gun in her back.
Where are you taking me?
Out through a little fresh air.
Wheatheart.
You say the dark hair gets her less the envelope for me and then the blonde girl picks it up?
Yeah, yeah, that's right, mister.
Kicky, she's the blonde.
Did you were coming by the house?
There was no sense in leaving it here.
How long ago was this?
Oh, I say 15.
Funny minutes ago.
Thanks.
Thanks a lot.
You were the Clark Kent right for the daily plan?
Yes, that's right.
What do you know?
You know, I like to ask you something, Mr. Kent.
I'm sorry, but I haven't time now.
Some other time, maybe.
Oh, okay.
We'll drop by again.
Yeah, sure thing.
Looks like a lit blown off thing.
In just one week.
Great Scott.
Stuck into an alley.
Clark Kent looks on intense amazement as he watches Laura forced into the back of a dark green
so then, obviously, at gunpoint.
His first instinct is to go to her rescue, but he restrains himself.
Can't start any trouble on the street.
It would mean police cars, reporters, a front page story and a tip off to the alley.
I'd like to follow them.
Wherever they go, has Superman.
Almost before the sedan has pulled away from the curb, Kent has made the transformation
from the conservative business suit of a newspaper crime reporter to the brilliant red and blue costume of Superman.
They bring high into the air the only human being on earth who numbers among his other amazing powers,
the power of flight, follows the dark green sedan, and turns the corner and heads for the outskirts of the city.
What he meant at least, is that he's the only man in the world.
20 minutes later, in the darkening dusk of early evening,
the car bogus to a narrow side road and comes to a stop.
Okay, this is it.
Get out.
No, no, please, please don't kill me.
I'll tell you everything.
It's too late now. Get out.
Please, please.
Come on.
No.
How'd you go?
How did you stay in the car?
You know what?
Let's make it fast.
Go away, my young.
Go away, Kent.
All right, just to see your prey.
I invite you to take your arms first.
Where did you come from?
Out of the blue, don't move, Laura.
Didn't have it, Bobo.
Try it again, Bobo.
Doesn't happen.
Watch what happens now.
Don't ever get away.
She's got another picture in the handbag.
Not so fast, chickie.
Go away, your big eyes.
Here's the bike, Laura.
Hold on to it.
Hey, buddy, you just wait.
Get up to the main road, Laura.
And like the first car comes along.
Tell them to send the police back here in a hurry.
Okay, you got no race to do this.
Let's not discuss right and wrong, chickie.
Just tell me one thing.
Where's Tony Denelli?
How should I know?
If you don't, who does?
And you better tell me before the police get here,
because when they do, it'll be too late.
I didn't do nothing.
Denelli murdered a man and you shielded him.
You're an accessory.
Would you like to spend 10 years behind bars?
For what?
A cheap punk who turns his mother into savor's own skin?
Think it over, chickie.
I can make it easier for you if you play along.
Yeah, sure.
I can believe it.
You can believe it.
Well?
You don't know where he is.
She saw the letters.
Morganaq.
I'm not saying anymore.
Okay, that's enough.
There's a fake link there.
Two miles down the road.
The man said he notified him.
Good girl.
But what's the use of all this now?
It's too late.
Too late for a bus.
It's almost 6 o'clock.
We can't get the Pennsylvania back in time to save China.
We can, but I can.
Oh, your man must have passed the patrols far on the road.
Here they come.
Here, give me those letters in the picture.
Hurry.
I don't want to waste time at explanations.
You'll have to tell him what happened.
Yeah.
You really think so?
Don't worry.
Pick up the gun.
Her gorilla friend drops and hold it on chickie until the police get here.
Have you got it?
Yes.
Okay.
They're here.
So long and keep your chin up.
Leaping into the Nell-Darkens guy.
Still hobbits for a moment above the narrow side road
until he is certain of the police are on the scene.
That's turning in mid-air.
He heads north almost with the speed of light racing
against the grim specter of death.
Hours later in his guise of clock camp,
he picks up Tony Dinelli's trail at a bar and grill
in the coal mining town of Morganugle.
But now time is precious.
It is 10.30.
And Johnny Weber's execution is scheduled for 11.
Every minute counts.
The trail finally leads to a cheap rooming house
at the edge of town.
Once more in his true role,
Superman knocks at Tony Dinelli's door.
Open up, Dinelli.
I know you're in there.
Open up or I'll come in and get you.
All right.
If that's the way you want it, here goes.
No time for horse play.
Anyway, I want that gun.
Probably the one you used to murder want to kill me.
You like to make sure you don't give me any trouble.
The trip back to Metropolis.
Here's a little sleeping pill.
Now to the state prison.
But fast.
I'm sorry Superman, but there's nothing I can do with it.
But they've got an innocent man in that execution room.
This man is the murderer.
That may be, but the only one who can stop it now
is the governor and there's no time.
But I tell you.
They're strapping him into the chair right now.
They'll be pulling the switch for 11 shops.
Just one minute.
It must be a way that's got to be.
Wait a minute.
Yes, there it is.
Here, watch this pump for me.
I'll be back.
Raising into the prison yard, Superman sharp eyes
penetrates the darkness.
In a split second, find what they want.
The power lines running from the prison's electric generators.
Leaping off the ground, he grips the heavily insulated wires in his hand.
Trip semifartons, though they were cut and threaded.
There's a shower of sparks and a great tiffin' and crackling.
There's a severed wires rye and quits like tortured snakes.
And the entire prison is plunged into merciful life-giving darkness.
Well, Laura, Johnny, how does it feel to be married people?
It feels wonderful, Mr. Kenneth.
And it never would have happened if not to yours.
And Superman?
Yes, don't forget Superman.
You know, I was a little worried that the warden and the governor would be furious
about those power lines being ripped apart.
But they weren't.
And Superman isn't here so we can thank him personally.
Well, Johnny, I'll tell you, he really is here.
Is he?
Where?
Or shall we say, in spirt?
And so ends one minute to death on the adventurers of Superman,
which come to you now each week at the same time over many of these ABC stations.
Superman is a copyrighted transcribed feature,
appearing in Superman DC Comic Magazine.
This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company.
