The Adventures of Superboy (1988) s01e18 Episode Script
Terror from the Blue
[shatters]
[tires screeching]
[tires screech]
[music continues]
[zapping]
[shatters]
Oh, no. Not again.
Eddie, when are you gonna
stop with the scams?
Forget I asked. I've had
my quota of lies this morning.
Ah, how can I help you,
young lady?
I have an appointment
with Lieutenant Harris.
Oh, yeah.
Here, put him in a holding cell.
- You're Lana Lang, right?
- Right.
From the college?
You're gonna do a number on us?
A paper for my poly psych class
on police
and community relations.
Anyway, Lieutenant Harris
had to go out.
He said, he'd be
about half an hour.
You can wait
in his office if you like.
Yeah, no. I think I'll just
take a walk, thanks.
[cooing]
[dog barking]
[dramatic music]
You picked
a strange place to meet.
Only because
we're friends, Slade.
I didn't want anybody
to hear anything
we don't want them to hear.
What are you talking about?
Talking about the shakedown
racket you're running, Slade.
You and who knows
how many other cops.
Dirty cops.
- You're outta your mind.
- Oh, come on.
You got your hand
in prostitution
gambling, laundries..
There's only one way to go.
Turn yourself in and
save the tax-payers some money.
Hey, all I've heard is talk.
You never make it stick.
Oh, no. I'll make it
stick alright.
I'll make it stick, Slade.
The only way you'll dodge
hard time is by giving me
the names of
the others involved.
You know me
better than that, Harris.
Listen to me, Slade.
Listen to me.
Co-operate.
You can plea bargain.
Maybe, get a year.
Two at the most.
I'll put in a word with the DA.
[dramatic music]
Give me a day
to think it over, okay?
Okay.
[man whistling]
Lana.
[gunshots]
Aah!
- Lana!
- Lieutenant Harris!
Aah!
Oh, my god.
[Harris coughing]
Dirty-dirty cops.
Sergeant Coyle, headquarters.
Trust him.
[tires screeching]
Get her!
[intense music]
(female #1)
We better get some help.
(male #1)
Is he still alive?
Operator?
Operator?
- Aah!
- Hey!
What do you think
you're doing?
[door closing]
Second floor.
[music continues]
[police siren]
Wait, Kinneran.
We got her.
[music continues]
Find her.
She can't get far.
And get Williams and Green
down here, to help us.
[sighs]
Hey, where you been, Kemosabe?
You were supposed to drive
Lana down to see Harris.
I got hung up.
Hung out to dry
is more like it.
Lana waited around
as long as she could.
She left a note
for you somewhere.
I saw it.
Yeah, I want Willams
and Green down here.
Got the suspect cornered, but
I'm gonna need some backup.
Um, operator?
Police headquarters.
Hurry, please.
Let me talk to a Sergeant Coyle.
Yes, sure I know
how the department feels.
I'm gonna get this cop-killer.
(man over radio)
Well, don't
The good news is,
he's still alive.
What's bad is, he's given
less than a 50-50 chance.
Well, at least
he's got a chance.
Saying a lot for a guy
with three slugs in him.
Where did you say he is?
[phone ringing]
Yeah, who's calling?
Sergeant Coyle,
I was with Lieutenant Harris
when he was shot.
This is Sergeant Coyle.
You say you saw
Lieutenant Harris shot?
- Where are you now?
- I'm at Staten and 4th.
- Okay, don't move.
- No, I won't move.
I'll stay right here.
Hurry, please.
I'm scared.
We're on our way.
Come on, Bebe.
Don't do this to me.
It's the rock stars that get
all these backstage groupies.
Not us lowly stand-up comics.
[flat tone]
All we ever get is..
Really?
Are you sure Vick wasn't
putting you on there?
Twins?
[car honking]
No luck.
Keep at it.
Harrison, go completely under.
Look, don't worry.
We got it handled.
Okay, you betcha', Bebe.
Tomorrow night,
front row seat. Uh-huh.
Yes!
Lana says she's tired
of being stood up.
Says that I'm no one
she can depend on anymore.
Her exact words.
Whoa, that must've been
some letter, huh?
Ah, don't worry, Clark.
She'll forgive you.
- I mean, she always does, huh?
- I hope you're right.
Now, how did you
manage that trick?
Construction on a new middle
school will begin in the fall.
Another cop shooting
in Crescent County
has left a police lieutenant
unconscious and hospitalized.
The officer was shot three
times in the back this morning.
The identity of the attempted
killer is as yet unknown.
[phone ringing]
At this hour
Detective Zeke Harris
remains in a coma
and in critical condition
at Crescent County
General Hospital.
We'll have more on that story,
later on in the newscast.
- Hello?
- Clark, it's Lana.
Was that weird
about Harris, or what?
Are you at the hospital?
Tell him, we're pulling for him.
Harris is alive?
Oh, God.
No, I-I-m not at the hospital.
I'm in a phone booth.
I saw the whole thing,
it was awful.
Harris said
that dirty cops did it.
Lana, Lana, take a breath.
Take a breath.
You okay?
I am now.
I called Sergeant Coyle.
Harris said to trust him.
He's on his way down
to pick me up now.
Okay, good.
Uh, we'll meet you
at police headquarters.
[machine gun firing]
[tires screeching]
This is no time
to drag your feet, Clark.
Lana's in trouble.
I told you before,
she's okay now.
It's Lt. Harris
that's in trouble.
I'm sure he's got
the best doctors, Clark.
It's not the doctors,
it's those cops.
I mean, they won't let him
come out of that coma.
You go pick up Lana. I'm
gonna go to Crescent General.
Well, there's no way you can
stand off killer cops.
Power of the press, T.J.?
I mean, if I'm at Lt. Harris'
side nobody'll make a move.
Get going, man.
Stakeout her dorm.
Bug these friends of hers.
Find her.
Aah!
(woman on P.A.)
Dr. Davis, telephone please.
Still in here, eh?
Now, how's he doin'?
Not too good.
He's still in a coma.
Look, why don't you go take
a coffee break or something
and I'll cover for you?
- Alright, thanks.
- Sure, no problem.
[machine beeping]
This ought to make it
look like a spasm.
Ah!
We could do this the easy way
or the hard way.
[gunshots]
[machine beeping loudly]
He tried to pull the plug
on Harris.
You know any cops
you can trust?
Get 'em down here. Keep someone
at his side, at all times.
Alright.
[machine stabilizes]
Take good care of him, Doctor.
He's a very special friend.
[door opening]
Well, somebody's
feeling better.
- It's Oscar, right?
- That's right.
You remember anything else?
You were very nice to me and you
didn't ask a lot of questions.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome.
Mm, hey, Oscar,
do you have a phone?
Sure.
Ohhold on,
let me get it for you.
Mm, thanks.
Can I get you
anything else?
Umdirections?
(Lana's voice message)
After that last left, follow
and you'll see some
car wrecks scattered around
and you can't miss it.
And Clark, I know how worried
you and T.J. must be
but this person who's helping
me is just wonderful
and I'd like you to meet him.
So, hurry, Clark.
I miss you.
- Wanna hear it again?
- No, I got it.
Stay put in case Kent or his
roommate show up tonight.
So she's taken up
with some ex-hippie
50 miles off the interstate.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
You made
a difference, Oscar.
Your generation managed to leave
its mark in so many ways.
[chuckles]
Well, so will yours, Lana.
At your age
it's all ahead of you.
Ah, this is
the berth we stood in.
[dramatic music]
Trouble. We're pickin' up
somebody in Kent's room.
(Lana's recorded message)
'Hurry, Clark. I miss you.'
I asked Clark if I could
stop by. I hope you don't mind.
No, anytime, Superboy.
What's the scoop?
How is Lana?
We went out of our skulls
when she wasn't at the station.
She's alright.
I know where she is.
But so do the bad cops.
There was a second click
on that message.
[soft thud]
Those damn raccoons.
- Save our place.
- Okay.
[Oscar grunting]
Run, Lana, run!
[gunshots]
[tires deflating]
Alright, Superboy, way to go.
Oscar!
Run, Lana!
[tires screeching]
[intense music]
Just like the other day, Lana.
Just you and me.
[grunts]
I wish I had killed you then.
You're gonna beg me
to kill you now.
[theme music]
[grunts]
Oscar.
Thanks, Superboy.
Thank you, Oscar.
Ugh.
Well, the doctors say,
another week and you'll be back
on the street, Lieutenant.
Ah, the streets.
That's where I belong.
Where a man can eat
a hot dog for lunch in peace.
Did you come through
for me, T.J.?
Look out for the nurse.
I'll see you later, Lieutenant.
- Bye, T.J.
- Bye-bye.
T.J..
Lana?
I'm sorry about
the other morning
and I-I really screwed up.
What else is new?
I mean, I could've helped.
You? Against all those killers?
Right.
Where you going now?
I still got
my poly psych paper to finish.
I'm going to the library.
You, uh, mind if I come along?
It sounds like a good idea.
Well, if you're sure
you have nothing better to do.
Captioned by Grant Brown
[tires screeching]
[tires screech]
[music continues]
[zapping]
[shatters]
Oh, no. Not again.
Eddie, when are you gonna
stop with the scams?
Forget I asked. I've had
my quota of lies this morning.
Ah, how can I help you,
young lady?
I have an appointment
with Lieutenant Harris.
Oh, yeah.
Here, put him in a holding cell.
- You're Lana Lang, right?
- Right.
From the college?
You're gonna do a number on us?
A paper for my poly psych class
on police
and community relations.
Anyway, Lieutenant Harris
had to go out.
He said, he'd be
about half an hour.
You can wait
in his office if you like.
Yeah, no. I think I'll just
take a walk, thanks.
[cooing]
[dog barking]
[dramatic music]
You picked
a strange place to meet.
Only because
we're friends, Slade.
I didn't want anybody
to hear anything
we don't want them to hear.
What are you talking about?
Talking about the shakedown
racket you're running, Slade.
You and who knows
how many other cops.
Dirty cops.
- You're outta your mind.
- Oh, come on.
You got your hand
in prostitution
gambling, laundries..
There's only one way to go.
Turn yourself in and
save the tax-payers some money.
Hey, all I've heard is talk.
You never make it stick.
Oh, no. I'll make it
stick alright.
I'll make it stick, Slade.
The only way you'll dodge
hard time is by giving me
the names of
the others involved.
You know me
better than that, Harris.
Listen to me, Slade.
Listen to me.
Co-operate.
You can plea bargain.
Maybe, get a year.
Two at the most.
I'll put in a word with the DA.
[dramatic music]
Give me a day
to think it over, okay?
Okay.
[man whistling]
Lana.
[gunshots]
Aah!
- Lana!
- Lieutenant Harris!
Aah!
Oh, my god.
[Harris coughing]
Dirty-dirty cops.
Sergeant Coyle, headquarters.
Trust him.
[tires screeching]
Get her!
[intense music]
(female #1)
We better get some help.
(male #1)
Is he still alive?
Operator?
Operator?
- Aah!
- Hey!
What do you think
you're doing?
[door closing]
Second floor.
[music continues]
[police siren]
Wait, Kinneran.
We got her.
[music continues]
Find her.
She can't get far.
And get Williams and Green
down here, to help us.
[sighs]
Hey, where you been, Kemosabe?
You were supposed to drive
Lana down to see Harris.
I got hung up.
Hung out to dry
is more like it.
Lana waited around
as long as she could.
She left a note
for you somewhere.
I saw it.
Yeah, I want Willams
and Green down here.
Got the suspect cornered, but
I'm gonna need some backup.
Um, operator?
Police headquarters.
Hurry, please.
Let me talk to a Sergeant Coyle.
Yes, sure I know
how the department feels.
I'm gonna get this cop-killer.
(man over radio)
Well, don't
The good news is,
he's still alive.
What's bad is, he's given
less than a 50-50 chance.
Well, at least
he's got a chance.
Saying a lot for a guy
with three slugs in him.
Where did you say he is?
[phone ringing]
Yeah, who's calling?
Sergeant Coyle,
I was with Lieutenant Harris
when he was shot.
This is Sergeant Coyle.
You say you saw
Lieutenant Harris shot?
- Where are you now?
- I'm at Staten and 4th.
- Okay, don't move.
- No, I won't move.
I'll stay right here.
Hurry, please.
I'm scared.
We're on our way.
Come on, Bebe.
Don't do this to me.
It's the rock stars that get
all these backstage groupies.
Not us lowly stand-up comics.
[flat tone]
All we ever get is..
Really?
Are you sure Vick wasn't
putting you on there?
Twins?
[car honking]
No luck.
Keep at it.
Harrison, go completely under.
Look, don't worry.
We got it handled.
Okay, you betcha', Bebe.
Tomorrow night,
front row seat. Uh-huh.
Yes!
Lana says she's tired
of being stood up.
Says that I'm no one
she can depend on anymore.
Her exact words.
Whoa, that must've been
some letter, huh?
Ah, don't worry, Clark.
She'll forgive you.
- I mean, she always does, huh?
- I hope you're right.
Now, how did you
manage that trick?
Construction on a new middle
school will begin in the fall.
Another cop shooting
in Crescent County
has left a police lieutenant
unconscious and hospitalized.
The officer was shot three
times in the back this morning.
The identity of the attempted
killer is as yet unknown.
[phone ringing]
At this hour
Detective Zeke Harris
remains in a coma
and in critical condition
at Crescent County
General Hospital.
We'll have more on that story,
later on in the newscast.
- Hello?
- Clark, it's Lana.
Was that weird
about Harris, or what?
Are you at the hospital?
Tell him, we're pulling for him.
Harris is alive?
Oh, God.
No, I-I-m not at the hospital.
I'm in a phone booth.
I saw the whole thing,
it was awful.
Harris said
that dirty cops did it.
Lana, Lana, take a breath.
Take a breath.
You okay?
I am now.
I called Sergeant Coyle.
Harris said to trust him.
He's on his way down
to pick me up now.
Okay, good.
Uh, we'll meet you
at police headquarters.
[machine gun firing]
[tires screeching]
This is no time
to drag your feet, Clark.
Lana's in trouble.
I told you before,
she's okay now.
It's Lt. Harris
that's in trouble.
I'm sure he's got
the best doctors, Clark.
It's not the doctors,
it's those cops.
I mean, they won't let him
come out of that coma.
You go pick up Lana. I'm
gonna go to Crescent General.
Well, there's no way you can
stand off killer cops.
Power of the press, T.J.?
I mean, if I'm at Lt. Harris'
side nobody'll make a move.
Get going, man.
Stakeout her dorm.
Bug these friends of hers.
Find her.
Aah!
(woman on P.A.)
Dr. Davis, telephone please.
Still in here, eh?
Now, how's he doin'?
Not too good.
He's still in a coma.
Look, why don't you go take
a coffee break or something
and I'll cover for you?
- Alright, thanks.
- Sure, no problem.
[machine beeping]
This ought to make it
look like a spasm.
Ah!
We could do this the easy way
or the hard way.
[gunshots]
[machine beeping loudly]
He tried to pull the plug
on Harris.
You know any cops
you can trust?
Get 'em down here. Keep someone
at his side, at all times.
Alright.
[machine stabilizes]
Take good care of him, Doctor.
He's a very special friend.
[door opening]
Well, somebody's
feeling better.
- It's Oscar, right?
- That's right.
You remember anything else?
You were very nice to me and you
didn't ask a lot of questions.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome.
Mm, hey, Oscar,
do you have a phone?
Sure.
Ohhold on,
let me get it for you.
Mm, thanks.
Can I get you
anything else?
Umdirections?
(Lana's voice message)
After that last left, follow
and you'll see some
car wrecks scattered around
and you can't miss it.
And Clark, I know how worried
you and T.J. must be
but this person who's helping
me is just wonderful
and I'd like you to meet him.
So, hurry, Clark.
I miss you.
- Wanna hear it again?
- No, I got it.
Stay put in case Kent or his
roommate show up tonight.
So she's taken up
with some ex-hippie
50 miles off the interstate.
Perfect.
Just perfect.
You made
a difference, Oscar.
Your generation managed to leave
its mark in so many ways.
[chuckles]
Well, so will yours, Lana.
At your age
it's all ahead of you.
Ah, this is
the berth we stood in.
[dramatic music]
Trouble. We're pickin' up
somebody in Kent's room.
(Lana's recorded message)
'Hurry, Clark. I miss you.'
I asked Clark if I could
stop by. I hope you don't mind.
No, anytime, Superboy.
What's the scoop?
How is Lana?
We went out of our skulls
when she wasn't at the station.
She's alright.
I know where she is.
But so do the bad cops.
There was a second click
on that message.
[soft thud]
Those damn raccoons.
- Save our place.
- Okay.
[Oscar grunting]
Run, Lana, run!
[gunshots]
[tires deflating]
Alright, Superboy, way to go.
Oscar!
Run, Lana!
[tires screeching]
[intense music]
Just like the other day, Lana.
Just you and me.
[grunts]
I wish I had killed you then.
You're gonna beg me
to kill you now.
[theme music]
[grunts]
Oscar.
Thanks, Superboy.
Thank you, Oscar.
Ugh.
Well, the doctors say,
another week and you'll be back
on the street, Lieutenant.
Ah, the streets.
That's where I belong.
Where a man can eat
a hot dog for lunch in peace.
Did you come through
for me, T.J.?
Look out for the nurse.
I'll see you later, Lieutenant.
- Bye, T.J.
- Bye-bye.
T.J..
Lana?
I'm sorry about
the other morning
and I-I really screwed up.
What else is new?
I mean, I could've helped.
You? Against all those killers?
Right.
Where you going now?
I still got
my poly psych paper to finish.
I'm going to the library.
You, uh, mind if I come along?
It sounds like a good idea.
Well, if you're sure
you have nothing better to do.
Captioned by Grant Brown