Superman - The Prison Riot

Presenting the transcription feature, Superman!

Up in the sky!

Look! It's a bird! It's a plane! It's Superman!

And now, Superman.

Superman walks the earth and miggles with men as mild spectacle Clark Kent,

news reporter for the Daily Planet.

At our story opens today, Superman and his character of Clark Kent

had just telephoned his story of the North Star mine to his editor, Perry White.

White offers his congratulations and also gives Kent a bit of welcome news.

Listen.

I'm all finished out here, Mr. White.

Nice work. Can't you do the good job with that North Star Mine story?

No, I've got a little surprise for you.

Surprise?

Ever hear of San Miguel Penitentiary? It's a model prison there where you are.

San Miguel, sure I've heard of it.

So if you would, don't you remember?

Remember what?

Well, that's where they sent the wolf and keynote.

The two fellows who tried to wreck that train the silver clipper?

Hey, that's right. The wolf and keynote.

Well, if you see them, give them my regards.

What's the idea, Mr. White?

Just this, Kent.

We've sent Lois Lane out to San Miguel to a feature store on the modern penitentiary.

He's out there now. Join her and bring her back with you.

You'll be company for one another.

Oh, gee, thanks, Mr. White.

I forgot it. Have a good trip, Kent.

Bye.

Goodbye, Mr. White.

Operator.

Hello, operator.

Is there a garage in town where I can rent a car?

Yes.

Kennedies?

Okay, please connect me.

Hiring a car, Clark Kent heads out at once on the dusty road to San Miguel 50 miles away.

Meanwhile, in the prison itself, a strange unrest has taken possession of the men within the wall.

All unknowing, the authorities escort Lois Lane on the tour of the prison,

but even as Lois looks down from a window of the warden's office,

two men fall casually into step in the exercise yard below.

One is keynote.

The other, the dark sinister figure we have come to know as the wolf.

All right, keynote.

Just keep on walking.

Not too fast and not too slow.

We can tuck around the corner of the steam plant, boys.

Oh, no. Better stay out and play in sight.

I'll get this now, you know.

The break is set for a day.

What time?

After supper in the dining hall.

It's all a rain.

Hey, boys.

What about the time he quiet about the tunnel, you know?

Do you want to be Tom Dick and Harry in on this?

All right, all right.

How far along is it?

Almost done.

And so far, no one suspects a thing.

How could they, when it's being drilled from the outside?

That's what it means to have a guy like the yellow mask on your side.

Quiet, quiet.

Here's a guard.

Hey, moving there.

No hanging around in the corners.

Come on there, move.

You're out here for exercise.

I knew the mask had spring as sooner or later.

It's about time, you know.

He's left us alone far too long.

What do you care if he gets us out now?

My friend.

There'll be a settlement between me and the mask.

I should never have gone to jail at all.

He knows what he's doing, boys.

And if you know what's good for you, just take what comes and don't changle with him.

Don't worry, you know.

If he can use me, I can use him.

I'll let him get us out of here, and then we'll see.

For what else, boys?

They're going to ring the bell right away.

Remember what I say, you know?

Right after supper, before we've marched out, they'll get a disturbance.

I have attended to that.

Who's in on it?

All men we need.

Most of them will head for the gates.

I have arranged that too.

But you and I, and a few more, will rush the steam plant.

Well, what's that for?

Well, for one thing, it's close to the walls for another.

Remember mine now?

There goes the bell.

Hey, boys.

Look up there in the window at the warden's office.

Hey, what's that chain doing?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I understand she's writing up the prison for a newspaper, you know.

Well, if she stays till supper time, she'll have a real story.

And that's less than an hour ago.

Less than an hour to go.

And all unconscious of the impending prison break,

Lois Lane works up the details of her story,

while the warden offers every assistance.

Anything else, Miss Lane?

You've been at it since certainly afternoon.

Oh, I'm not nearly finished yet, Warden.

Well, you've seen about all there is to see.

Aren't you getting hungry?

What time is it?

Very close to supper time.

That's another thing I want to know about.

The woman's angle again, Warden.

What do the men have to eat?

Good wholesome food, Miss Lane.

And nothing fancy, of course.

Could I watch them see what they get tonight, for instance?

Well, it's more and less what you'll get yourself, Miss Lane, if you'll be my guest.

Oh, Warden, that's awfully nice of you.

But, well, would it be against the rules if I watched the prisoners in the Donning Hall?

Hmm, six o'clock dinner.

At past five now.

I'll tell you what.

How would you like to see the infirmary?

Well, fine.

It's just about time.

And when you get through there, I'll drop you off at the Donning Hall.

What have you say, Warden?

Shall we start right along?

Time passes.

Ten minutes.

Twenty minutes.

A half hour.

And suddenly the quiet routine of prisoners broken by frantic bells.

And the shrieking whale of the siren.

Warden, Warden, they won't power the guards in the dining room.

Varricate to themselves, Anne.

Classic quick.

Who's the leader?

No wolf.

Some of them are getting ready to crash the main gates.

Better call out the militia.

Worn the state police by short wave.

You'd better hurry, Warden.

Calling state police cars.

Five, nine, twenty-seven.

Right at San Miguel Prison.

Close all roads leading to the front San Miguel.

Stop all cars.

Close off entire area.

Stand by further orders.

I will repeat.

Calling state police cars.

Five, nine, twenty-seven.

Sirens.

State police.

Milisha.

All roads blocked off.

And meanwhile Clark Kent in his hired car.

Speed's northward toward San Miguel through forest of towering pine.

Closer, ever closer.

And presently a curious sound in the distance comes over the wilderness

to a super sensitive ears.

The road makes a sudden turn.

And in the twilight he sees men in uniform firing his way.

A police whistle stabs the quiet.

Call it up, buddy.

This is as far as you go.

What's the matter, officer?

Roadblock?

Yeah, block right here.

Turn around and head back where you came from.

Why can't I get through?

Where you're bound?

San Miguel, I have a date at the prison.

Yeah, what kind of a date?

Well, I'm a newspaper man.

Clark Kent of the Daily Planet.

Oh, reporter, hey.

How did you get winded this so quick?

Wind of what?

Don't give me that stuff.

Who told you about the riot at San Miguel?

Riot.

When?

Right now, buddy.

And we're under orders to stop all cars bound in or out.

Oh, look, officer.

I'm sorry, but I've just got to go through.

What's the matter, death?

I said we're stopping all cars.

Come to think of it, climb out of that gelapi.

If there's trouble at San Miguel, I just have time to stop.

Have time.

See, who do you think you're talking to?

I'm sorry.

I'd like to stay, but I really can't.

It's a long officer.

If I can't take my car, I just make a run for it.

See what San Miguel?

Hey!

Get the guy!

Catch him!

Hey, look at him go!

Hop in your motorcycle, Doyle.

He can't play tricks like this on me.

Jump in the side car.

There he goes up ahead around that curb.

When I lay my hands on that fresh guy, I'll stretch him out like a rug.

Hang on.

Hey, you'll be lucky to even save him, Doyle.

He's going like a jackrabbit.

Oh, wait.

We'll be hitting 75.

Oh, gosh, look.

Where you look?

Who is that guy, Doyle?

He's leaving us behind like a standing still.

Why he's flying?

I'm seeing things.

I don't believe it.

Look, we're doing 75, 80.

And he's getting further away every second.

Look at him.

Sorry, boys.

I'd like to stay in chat.

But I can't do it now.

If there's trouble at San Miguel, I've got to be there.

And be there in a hurry.

Up we go.

And faster.

Faster.

Faster.

I, over the desolate way, Superman wings his way toward the gray walls and towers of San Miguel.

Scene of riot and danger while inside the prison itself in the office of the warden.

Hello.

Bordenstein.

Why, yes, Colonel.

That's how it looks bad.

There's about 100 of them milling about the yard.

Well, the rest are the dining hall with their leader.

You send two companies of militia?

Good.

Rest them, Colonel.

Every moment counts.

Borden.

Borden, they're going to rest the fungator.

They've got a battery ramp.

Two companies of militia are on the way.

I won't be time warden.

You better call the tower, sir.

Machine guns will run back.

No guns, classy.

Worn the guards.

I can't shoot them down in cold blood.

Try tear gas.

How do we have?

But there's too much wind for gas.

Bullets are the only thing.

No, classy.

Try tear gas again.

Drop it from the roof.

Now hurry.

They're at the gate.

Hurry.

Ah.

There's the prison.

And there's the riot.

State trooper was right.

Well, I think it's time Superman took a hand in this.

Before somebody gets hurt.

Down.

Down.

Down.

Down out of the sky.

Fiddles an amazing figure in blue-cost human red cloak.

Balsa high wall appears out of the tear gas smoke.

As the screaming convicts mass for a concerted rush on the main gate of the prison.

Hurrying a huge timber as a battering ram.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Bring up that timber.

All right.

We got it.

We have all you guys.

It's 20 feet long and two feet thick.

Come on.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hey, who's that guy?

That guy is the right train.

Where did he come from?

Drop that timber.

Russian.

Back him out of the way.

I said drop that timber.

All right.

It just means I've got to take it away from him.

Hey.

Hey, what's going on?

What's going on?

Hey, he's not the timber.

He just snatched it loose.

Back.

Get back his crazy.

He's swinging it like a baseball.

Back.

Look out.

Back.

Back.

Back.

Back.

Swinging the huge 20 foot timber like a bamboo cane.

Superman clears his face before the main gates and drives the screaming,

terrestrial convicts back across the yard and into the cell block.

Where amazed guards put them swiftly under lock and key.

But what of the wolf and Kino and the handful of convicts still at large?

And what of Lois Lane trapped in the dining hall when the riot broke out?

Is she in the clutches of the wolf?

Tune in next time and follow the story.

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It's a thing.

It's Superman.

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