05x10 - The Prince Albert Coat

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[♪♪♪]

[g*nshots, HOOFBEATS OVER TV]

MAN [ON TV]: Well, partner,
there'll be no more trouble

in Cherokee Valley.

MAN 2 [ON TV]: We interrupt this
program to bring you a special bulletin.

Floods at nearby
Levee City have reached

the disaster stage.

Thousands of homeless
people lack food,

shelter and clothing.

The last is desperately needed.

We repeat, clothing
is desperately needed.

Relief headquarters
in Metropolis

is standing by for you.

If you have any old
clothing of any kind,

please telephone and we
will pick it up immediately.

The telephone number
is Zenith-8-8000.

I repeat, Zenith-8-8000.

Gosh.

Come on, Butch. Come on, boy.

[BARKS]

Great-Gramps.

Yup.

Did you hear that, Great-Gramps?

All those poor people
needing clothes.

Can I do what the
man said? Can I?

We've got a whole
heap we can send. Can I?

Yup.

Boy, oh, boy.

[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES]

Well, I got that
figured out, Butch.

[GRUNTS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Where you going, Great-Gramps?

Oh, I've got a checker
chum down at the park.

Now, I want you to
look after the house

and be a good lad, see.

Don't worry, I got
business to take care of.

Oh.

[BARKS & WHIMPERS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

Yep, this is it.

Now, listen, Cueball.

I get first pick of
the stuff this time.

Shhh. Not so loud, pal.

Do you want the
customers to hear?

Don't grab for nothing until
we pull around the corner.

We got a nice
little racket, Mike.

Be careful.

Okay, okay.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello. You're the men
from the relief committee.

That's right, kid.

I got all the stuff
ready. Come on in.

Here it is.

I got a lot, didn't
I? I sure bet it'll help

those poor people
in the flood area.

Ah, you did a fine job, son.

Ah, you got a real
nice dog there, kid.

And thanks for the fine duds.

You're welcome. I
only wish I had more.

Yeah, these are
real fine things.

Hey, how 'bout these, sonny?

Oh, no. Those are Great-Gramps'.

Oh.

Well, bye. Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Come on, Butch.

[BARKING]

Come on.

Hey, Bobby.

I took him. Hee-hee! I took him.

I jumped... I jumped
two men and a king.

Oh, I swear to goodness.

I blasted him just like
General Lee did them blue boys

down there at, heh, Bull Run.

I had a good day too. Yeah?

The relief truck came right over
and picked up the old clothes

like they really
needed them. Uh-huh.

I got rid of all my old stuff

and some junk you
had in the closet.

Junk?

What junk?

An old sweater, a straw hat,

that funny old coat
that was in the trunk,

a pair of shoes.

My... My what? My...

My old coat? My old coat?

Gee, Great-Gramps.

It was so old,

with the big lapels
and funny buttons,

and it was so
long, way down to...

My Prince Albert coat.

[WHIMPERS]

Who are the people?

What place did
they take them to?

Why? What's wrong, Great-Gramps?

Come on. We got to hurry.
We got to hurry, Bobby.

You stay here and
watch the house.

Come on, Bobby.

You know where they took it to?

I'm sorry, Mr. Jackson,

but I checked with
our shipping room

and everything picked up
in the afternoon's gone out.

Where...? Where to?
Where was it sent, ma'am?

Well, that's almost
impossible to say.

Someplace in the flood
district, that's where it went.

Come on, Bobby.

We gotta find
it. We just got to.

But why, Mr. Jackson?
Why are you so upset?

Wouldn't you be upset too

if that was your coat, ma'am,

and in the lining was
your whole life savings?

Ten thousand dollars in cash?

Oh, no.

Oh, you poor soul.

In the coat? All that?

But why leave so much
money in an old coat?

Because I don't
like banks, no how.

It's all my fault.

All the years you've been
doing without, Great-Gramps.

Oh, no, no.

We've been getting by, Bobby.

My pension's been enough.

I was saving it
for your schooling,

to send you to college,

then have enough to
give you a start in life,

whatever you have
the mind to do, like...

Like being a
doctor or something.

Well, I'd say it was
almost impossible.

Like looking for a
needle in a haystack.

But if you'll give me until
tomorrow morning, Mr. Jackson,

I'll see if I can find a
clue as to where to look.

Why, thank you, ma'am.

I think I'll be going
home now and...

And get myself a bit of rest.

Come on, son.

Can you get home all right,
Great-Gramps? Oh, yes...

I know where we can get help.

[♪♪♪]

And when Mrs.
Craig said it was like

looking for a
needle in a haystack,

and almost impossible,

and when I saw how
upset Great-Gramps was,

I knew there was only
one answer: Superman.

Superman's gotta help me.

He will, won't he, Miss Lane?

In the first place,
Bobby, it wasn't your fault.

You didn't know the
money was in the coat.

You were just doing a kind deed.

But as for Superman, well,

Clark Kent is the only
one who can contact him,

and Mr. Kent is out on
assignment until tomorrow.

But golly, we don't
have any time to lose.

We've gotta do
something right away.

Please?

Well, I think we can
make a start, Bobby.

The public has a big heart.

I think I see what
you mean, Miss Lane.

And I'll get a picture
of Bobby to go with it.

What the people at the
relief agency don't know

won't hurt 'em.

We made 18 bucks on the side.

Not a bad day.

See what happens
when you listen to me?

Yeah, I listened to you.

Ten thousand dollar" worth. Huh?

Says right there, "Wanted:
My grandfather's coat.

Ten thousand dollars
hidden in given-away coat."

"Well, now, what about
the coat?" I ask him.

"Why, it's too old," says he.

Well, it wasn't too old
to hold 10,000 bucks.

Ah, shut up.

Now, we was the ones
that loaded that stuff.

What truck did we
throw it in? Oh, yeah.

Think, man, think.

Now, let me see, uh...

Oh, oh, I got it. I
got it. Levee City.

[CHUCKLES]

Chum, we got big
business out of town.

Fast freight to Levee City?

And 10,000 clams.

Well, leave us leave.

So far the story
hasn't done any good.

That's why I'm glad you're
back, Clark. Maybe Superman...

Well, I'm sure he'd be
glad to help if he can, Lois.

That is, if he's needed.

What about the drivers?

Did the boy describe
them to Mrs. Craig?

Perhaps we can trace
the shipment through them.

Why, of course.
I'll go down and...

Now, wait it, wait it, wait it.

Hold it up, just a minute.

In the first place,
we know that the coat

is in the flood area, right?

We know that you and Jimmy
wanna run right down there

and you have to pack a
toothbrush and some things.

So you get ready

and I will go and
check at the relief office.

Oh, Clark, would you?

Certainly. And I'll let you know
as soon as anything happens.

Good.

Uh, Jim, is the car downstairs?

We wanna be ready to take
off as soon as I hear from Clark.

Yeah, I'm in his
office. Come on in.

[♪♪♪]

I called the garage
to gas up the car.

And I called Joe's Lunchroom
to order a few sandwiches.

You think of everything.

Yes, Mr. Kent, we have been
able to find out a little something.

The clothing went to Levee City.

Levee City.

Well, thank you very
much, Mrs. Craig.

It's a start, at least.

Relax, Jimmy.

Clark can't possibly call for
at least another 15 minutes.

[RINGS]

Hello?

Oh, Clark, how could you
have gotten out there so fast?

Well, I just got here the
fastest way I knew, Lois.

Well, anyway, did
you find out anything?

You did? Fine.

Yeah, I've got it.

Levee City.

Levee City, here we come.

Oh, wait a minute. We better
stop by and see Mr. Jackson.

Then he'll have a little hope.

[♪♪♪]

Here, Great-Gramps. You
haven't had anything to eat.

You gotta eat,
Great-Gramps. Please?

Oh, no, Bobby. I...

I just ain't hungry.

We'll get the money back.

Miss Lane said
Superman would help.

I been planning this
surprise for my whole lifetime.

Gosh, Great-Gramps.
With all the banks and...

But I don't like banks.

When I want my money, I want it.

Sure. Sure,
Great-Gramps. You're right.

No, I ain't.

If I was, I'd still
have my money.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hello, Miss Lane. Hi, Bobby.

Mr. Olsen. Hi, Bobby.

Uh, Mr. Jackson? Yes, ma'am.

Your coat went to Levee
City. We're on our way to get it.

Well, that's mighty
nice of you, ma'am,

but I doubt if
you'll ever find it.

We're gonna give it a good try.

Can I go, Miss Lane?

I know what it looks
like, and maybe...

We'll be driving all night.
You're better off here.

I can sleep in the
car. Please let me go.

Think of the sh*t I can get

when we find the
coat and the money.

I don't know, Jimmy.

What do you think, Mr. Jackson?

Well, I reckon he
can, if he's a mind to.

Thanks, Great-Gramps.

[BUTCH BARKING]

Hey, I didn't hear a whistle.

A dog whistle.

Too high-pitched for human ears.

Takes a hearing as
sharp as Butch's to get it.

You take good care of
Great-Gramps, Butch.

Let's go.

[BARKS THEN WHIMPERS]

[♪♪♪]

I say, my good chap.

Vanderlip here.
Mortimer Vanderlip.

Yes?

Star of stage,
screen and riverboat.

Performer before the
crowned heads of Europe

and the inscrutable Orient.

Well, what can I do for you?

I'm totally ruined.

A pitiful victim of
the raging floods.

My one-man show,

an artistic performance,
I assure you,

is scheduled for
Ivesville this evening.

In fleeing the turbulent waters,
my trunk was washed away.

All of my costumes were in it.

Oh, I see. That's too bad.

But how can I of be any...?

All my characters
are from Dickens.

One of your assistants stated

that in this morning's
shipment of clothing

he saw a Prince Albert coat.

Precisely what I
am in dire need of.

A Prince Albert?

That might be in the
reject pile. Just a moment.

Thank you.

Here it is. Will this one do?

Oh, the gods are
smiling on me once again.

The audience at Ivesville
and Mortimer Vanderlip

are eternally grateful,
my good man.

Thank you. Thank you.

[PHONE RINGS]

Hello. Clark Kent speaking.

Oh, yes, Bill.

Did you run that check
on those two drivers?

Aha.

They're both jailbirds, huh?

I don't know, but I have a
hunch I'd better take a little trip.

I'll see you later.

Well, here we are.

Let's hope we get lucky.

Yes?

We're from the Daily Planet.

This is Miss Lane
and I'm Jim Olsen.

Uh, maybe you saw this story
in one of the early editions.

Matter of fact, I
did glance at it.

And this must be the
young fellow you wrote about.

Do you have the coat?

I'm sorry,

but I gave it away
very early this morning

before I saw the paper.

It may not be as
bad as you think.

I remember who I gave it to.

Golly, what a break. Who is it?

An actor-type fella.
Said his name was, uh...

Oh, let's see, now.

Oh, yes, Vanderlip.
Mortimer Vanderlip.

Where can we find him?

Well, he said he was
playing tonight at...

Oh, now, let me
think. Where was it?

Now don't forget, I
do the talking. Get it?

Well, that's nothing
new. You always do.

Ah, come on, let's go.

Come on.

Think hard, mister, please.

It means so much
to Great-Gramps.

I've got it. Ivesville.

Mortimer Vanderlip and that
coat will be in Ivesville tonight.

LOIS: Oh, that's wonderful.

Thanks a lot. Quite all right.

Come on.

That's them.

The men who picked
up the stuff at the house.

Hi, kid.

Gee, I'm glad we
got together here.

Yeah, I bet you are.

That's right, lady.

Kid, we felt bad.

Real bad,

about the money and your
poor old great-grandpop.

After all, Mike and me
was responsible too.

We should have seen
or at least felt the loot.

I mean, the money.

That's why we
scrammed here to help.

You were so nice
in giving the clothes,

well, we thought maybe
we'd find the coat for you.

Well, thank you, but
we're on our way to...

I mean, uh, we're going
to pick up the coat now.

We're leaving immediately.

Golly, Miss Lane, we've
been driving all night and Ives...

I mean, where we're
going is five hours away.

Why don't we rest?

Listen, miss, I
heard the man there

tell you about Ivesville.

Honest, I ain't trying
to pull a fast one.

See? I'm being
straight with you, ain't I?

Well, so, what do you want?

Like I said, we're good guys.

We wanna help. Right, Mike?

Oh, sure, sure. Yeah.

Hey, I got a swell idea.

Driving is our business.

Why don't you folks rest,

and we'll drive
you to Ivesville.

Well, jeepers, Miss Lane,
you and I are both dog-tired.

Why don't we let 'em go along.

Well, okay. Let's go.

Hey, what's going on
here? Why did we stop?

End of the line.

Okay, out of the
car, all of you.

And over this way.

Come on, move.

I knew you two
weren't to be trusted.

I'm sorry, Miss Lane.

Oh, it's too late
to be sorry, sonny.

You shoulda listened
to the nice lady.

That's right. We
ain't to be trusted.

We're putting you
on ice for a while.

Maybe we'll call up and let
somebody know where you are

after we get that coat.

Yeah, maybe.

Now, if you'll just step
through that little iron door...

This way.

Get in there. Get in there.

Hey, how'd you
know about this place?

My brother-in-law
used to farm it,

but he couldn't make a go of it.

W-well, what's in...?

This here's the smokehouse.

Still good and solid.

You mean, your brother-in-law
used to come out here

to take a smoke?

No, stupid. It's
for smoking meat.

And hams and bacon
and stuff like that.

Oh. Oh. Let's go.

[GRUNTS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Well, there they go.

With the car.

I'm not nearly so worried
about the car as I am about us.

Look at this concrete floor.

Hey, Bobby, could you
climb out that chimney?

No. It's too small, even for me.

Yeah.

And look at that,
a heavy slate roof.

We'll never get out of here.

Mr. McCoy? Yes?

My name is Clark Kent, I'm
from the Metropolis Daily Planet.

More reporters?

I've already spoken
to two of your staff.

I know. Lois Lane
and Jimmy Olsen.

Matter of fact, I'm
looking for them right now.

The Ivesville road, Mr. Kent.

And I don't want to be
rude, but we're clearing out.

This is an emergency.
The entire city's in danger.

What do you mean?

Levee City dam.
It's about to give way.

Come on, men. We
gotta get out of here fast.

[♪♪♪]

We better get out of
here fast! Everybody!

[♪♪♪]

Sorry I got you
into this, Bobby.

It's not your fault, Miss Lane.

Gosh, I wish Butch was around.

I'd blow this and
he'd start barking.

And his bark could bring help.

I'm sure he would, Bobby.

[HIGH-PITCHED WHISTLING]

Superman!

Am I glad to see you.

Well, you can thank
Bobby's whistle for that.

Your ears heard this? Why, sure.

Golly, you coulda come
in through the door.

Well, I know I could
have, Jimmy, but, uh...

well, this seemed a
little more spectacular.

Wow, through a solid brick wall.

Now, would you nice
people mind telling me

exactly what's been
going on around here?

The Levee City...
Drivers wanted to...

One at a time.
One at a time, now.

[♪♪♪]

For the last time, gentlemen,

in spite of your grandfather's

sentimental
attachment to this coat,

it's a matter of
livelihood to me.

I refuse to part with it.

As far as I'm concerned,
I might even say

it's worth its weight in gold.

Well, now, you can
say that again, mister.

But I'll bring it back.

All Grandpop wants to
do is take one more look.

I promise, mister.

Thy word, milord, is noble,

but only twixt thy
conscience and thyself.

It is not for me to judge.

Well, good day, gentlemen.

I have to prepare for an
artistic triumph this evening.

Why don't we quit
fooling around with him,

just slug him and take the coat.

I guess we'll have to.

If you choose to use force,
you will doubtless prevail.

But I assure you, I'll resist

with the last ounce
of my strength.

That will not be
necessary, Mr. Vanderlip.

Mister, are you really
Superman? Yes, I am.

I knew your talking
would get us in trouble.

Oh!

Superman.

You arrived in the
nick of time, sir.

Well, as you can see,

I had very little to
do with it, actually.

Would you mind calling the
police to pick these two up?

They have a great
deal to answer for.

A great pleasure, I assure you.

Uh, one more thing.
About your coat, sir.

Its owner would like to see
it for just a few moments.

However, I promise
I'll have it back in time

for this evening's performance.

Your word, my dear sir,
is quite a different thing

to that of those two rogues.

You may have the
coat, and welcome.

You're very kind.

No, sirree, heh.

You just can't win from
an old fighting man. Heh.

Now, let me see. There.

There we go. Ha.

Oh, I tell you, heh...

But, Mr. Jackson...

Why, this is Confederate money.

Yes, I know.

But I knew it would come
into its own sooner or later.

Just a matter
of time, that's all.

Mr. Jackson, sir, I hate to
be the one to tell you this,

but I'm afraid it's worthless.

Worthless?

Well, as I said, I...

I was saving it to give
Bobby a good education.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Mr. Jackson?

No, sir, that's Mr. Jackson
right over there. Oh.

Mr. Jackson, Yes, sir.

I'm Thomas Summerfield,

president of the Caryville,
Alabama National Bank.

Our paper happened
to carry your story,

and I'm happy to say

it enabled us to
finally locate you.

Something I've been
trying to do for years.

Here you are, sir.

"Five thousand dollars."

SUMMERFIELD: And 62 cents.

Before he enlisted,

your daddy deposited
in our bank...

You being a babe in arms.

Several hundred
dollars in gold for you.

That's it, sir. With
interest all these years.

Well, I'll be dang jiggered.

And after the way I been
talking about banks all the time,

I feel I owe you an
abject apology, sir.

Oh, not at all, sir.

It's our pleasure to get
this straightened out.

Yep.

And if it wasn't for the
newspapers and Superman...

Now, wait just a
minute, Mr. Jackson.

Let's get the right start here.

It all began with Bobby,

because he wanted
to do a good deed.

He wanted to help people.

And that's what I call
being real super, Bobby.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must return this
to Mr. Vanderlip.

Oh, and, uh, don't
wait up for me.

I may stop to see the show.

[♪♪♪]

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