The Adventures of Superboy (1988) s01e20 Episode Script

[theme music]
[bell ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
- Say goodbye, Wonderboy.
- Say goodbye, Wonderboy.
- Yeah!
- Alright!
[instrumental music]
[music continues]
[laughs]
[laughter echoing]
[alarm ringing]
"Navy's newest sub
to make shakedown cruise."
Do me a favor
and trash that paper.
Give me some more
background information
on this kid, Billy Hercules.
Our boy genius.
They say he's so smart, the
Russians tried to make him
defect and work on their
own Starwars Projects.
Okay, so the Russians
don't want him.
Now, listen to this though.
Not only they choose to offer
this kid academic scholarship
but he's been offered a full
ride by every university.
MIT, Caltech, Stanford.
Whoa.
This kid must have everybody
eating out the palm of his hand.
[laughing]
Forget it.
She is in the majors. And you're
not even in little league.
[bell ringing]
(male teacher)
Remember, class, we will be
to Langston Naval Base.
We'll be guests of the Navy.
So, please, I expect everybody
to conduct yourselves
accordingly.
Don't do anything that will
cause embarrassment
to James Monroe High School.
Who threw that?
Hey, Einstein,
what's the big hurry?
Don't you know it's
disrespectful not to say hello.
- Isn't that right, guys?
- Yeah.
Excuse me. Could you direct us
to the principal's office?
Mm-hmm. Go down
around the corner..
His office is inside..
What's in the bag?
What have we got here?
Brain food. Hey,
I wonder if we eat this
if we're gonna become brain
busters like our friend, Billy.
I am starting to feel
smarter already.
Heywood, if you're
getting smarter
try and guess what's for desert?
That's easy butt-head.
Almond fudge brownies.
No, those are dog biscuits
for my German Sheppard.
Let's go! Come on!
Hey, Billy, no running.
Billy, I'm T.J. White.
This is Clark Kent.
Can we have a moment?
We're from Schuster University
and our school publication
wants to do a story on you.
Look, I don't mean to be rude,
but you're the fifth college
this week that's
come to interview me.
I'm sorry, but I have
a lot work to catch up on.
That was the shortest interview
in the history of journalism.
Talk about a bitter kid.
(Clark)
I don't think he's better.
Maybe, just unhappy.
[instrumental music]
That's looks complicated.
Can I help you with it?
I seriously doubt it.
It is primarily based on
multiple neural network models.
I'm trying to verify
the equilibrium
of the hot-field paradigm
using a scalar quadratic
weaponal function.
- I can't help you with it.
- You're not into computers?
Well, some. But that's
way ahead of my league.
I saw the face-off you had this
afternoon with those three--
Apes?
Yeah. They're not the only ones
who treat me like a freak.
When I walk down the hall,
I hear people say
"There goes the
dweeb with the IQ."
They treat me like an alien.
I just wanted to be
treated normal.
I think I know how you feel.
But being different doesn't
mean you're not normal.
It could mean you're special.
Yeah.
SometimesI just wish I had
someone I could hang out with.
- Someone I could talk to.
- I like to talk to my father.
Mine died when I was five.
I'm sorry.
Can you talk to
your mom at all?
She's okay.
But there's just some things
I can't talk to her about.
Like girls, huh?
Amanda. She doesn't
even know I'm alive.
She seems a bit old for you.
How about someone your age?
Girls my age are too childish.
I need more mature women,
like Amanda.
But right now
she's into Jocks.
Girls go through
stages alright.
Right now, probably
popularity is the most
important thing to her.
As time goes,
you'll find
that girls put more weight
on things like intelligence.
Yeah. But right now
how do I get her to notice me?
[instrumental music]
[ship horn blowing]
Inside this room you'll see
our computer system operators.
It is here that we have direct
communication with all vessels
including aircraft carriers
and nuclear submarines.
Each operator has its own
16 character password
to gain primary access
into the system.
Now, these characters
are committed to memory.
Notice that as he
types in his password
nothing appears on the screen.
That's so nothing shows
that could be observed
by an unauthorized person.
Access to the computer room
is permitted only by
the use of one of these.
This is a smart card.
Hey, mental-head.
Give up.
What makes you think,
she's gonna have eyes for you?
Yeah. How are you gonna
turn her on?
Charlie Jock there
can do the 198.
You can't even walk straight.
Tomorrow at 3 PM, the Roosevelt
will start its shakedown cruise.
This will be broadcast
on national television.
At that time
we'll also demonstrate
the sub's state of the art
computer system.
I understand that you have
a TV in your classroom.
I trust you'll be watching.
[indistinct chattering]
[instrumental music]
[mumbling]
"To think I might
would thrill me.
"But still I'm happy
to have found you.
And hope you'll
find me. Billy."
(Navy commander)
It took a long time
And the Navy is proud
of this newest submarine
which this day joins
our underwater fleet.
In a few moments, it will
start its shakedown cruise
and you'll observe just how
completely computer
controlled this sub is.
State of the art
is an understatement
when applied to this boat.
Ready, Lieutenant?
(automated voice)
Underway, shift colors.
Main Ballast pressure
verifies nominal condition.
Maneuvering bridge.
All ahead, one-third.
[intense music]
[alarm blaring]
What is that?
I look at you
and you don't see me.
But in my dreams you do.
It would take just a smile
for you to free me.
I love you, Amanda Drew.
[cheering]
I can't compete
with the those around you.
To think I might
would thrill me.
But still I'm happy
to have found you
and hope you'll
find me. Billy.
[intense music]
[alarm blaring continues]
Man battle stationsmissile.
Conditionalize
full system over rise.
Go to manual mode. We've
a deceit system compromise.
Pull all centennial
communications.
(automated voice)
Prepare tubes one and sixteen.
[reporters clamoring on TV]
Something happened.
It's all messed up.
One thing he sure
can't think is that he's
in a threat to them, huh?
(Navy commander on TV)
Everybody, one at.
What? He was just her.
Where does he always go?
Get everybody out of here.
Sorry, folks. There
will be answers.
(automated voice)
Missiles one and sixteen..
Missiles one and sixteen.
Lieutenant, what
the hell is happening?
A computer virus, sir.
Somehow the Roosevelt
thinks its launched two birds.
Shut the damn thing off.
Sir, there's no way
to stand down.
The virus is still
out of control.
The computer
has us locked out.
We can't recall.
What exactly are
you saying, Lieutenant?
Our nuclear missiles
are set detonate above target.
Since no target was defined
the missiles are
designed to self destruct
one half hour from launch.
In 30 minutesthis sub
along with half the coastline
will be blown into orbit.
(automated voice)
Twenty nine minutes.
I love you, Amanda Drew.
[ship horn blowing]
Yes, sir. The sub is out to sea.
Only a skeleton crew aboard.
We're trying to track the virus.
[dramatic music]
Yes, sir.
The sub is putting distance
between itself and the coast.
Sir. I'll keep you informed
on a minute to minute basis.
Yes, I'm in contact with
all Air Force and Army commands
east of the Mississippi.
All navy units have been
put on emergency standards.
And every medical facility
has been made aware
of the situation.
Yes, sir.
(male reporter on TV)
Several defense forces
from Charleston
to the Florida Keys.
All sea and air traffic
have been diverted..
[switches the TV off]
Billy.
Superboy.
I know why you're here.
I did something terrible.
I'm sorry.
Guess, you're here
to take me to jail.
No, I'm actually here
to ask for your help.
I tried. They cut
all lines of communication.
I can't get access
to their computer banks.
You're the only one
that knows the code you used
to embedded the poem
into the computer program.
Come to the sub with me?
- Yeah.
- Okay. Come on.
Hold on.
(automated voice)
You think I might
But still I'm happy
to have found you.
Please verify that
the silos are sealed.
Yes, sir. Yes, sir,
we have confirmation
from Norad of the
computer situation.
The virus has tape-wormed
the carrier packet
and embedded itself somewhere
in the parallel processors.
It's so deep
we're not sure where it is.
Damn!
[dramatic music]
I need some help here.
Every time I think I've got it,
it's somewhere else.
(officer over radio)
Lieutenant, bogey approaching
she's coming in fast.
Wait, lieutenant,
I think it's Superboy.
Superboy?
Let him board.
Superboy, I'm Lieutenant Redman.
I sure hope you can help us.
Here's someone
who can lieutenant.
His name is Billy Hercules.
He planted the poem
and the computer program.
- I'm sorry.
- We'll talk about that later.
Right now, how about
getting that virus killed.
Is there anything
I can do, Lieutenant?
I don't know.
We can't rescind the
order to self destruct.
So our only hope is to
deactivate the missiles.
To do that we've
to get through this hatch
to the missile compartment.
Computer has us locked down and
neutralized the manual system.
Oh, that's no problem.
No!
The door is triggered
to blow up this section
if opened without
the proper code.
What if I don't
touch the hinges?
I'll burn a hole
through the center of it?
Can you do it? That door is
steel. Six inches thick.
(automated voice)
Twenty-one minutes.
Twenty-one minutes?
It's gonna be close.
[dramatic music]
I think. This may be
that did it.
I typed in the 34th iteration.
(automated voice)
System recovered.
The kid did it.
[crew cheering]
I can take it from here, Billy.
(automated voice)
Access denied.
Damn. We're still locked out.
(automated voice)
Fifteen minutes
(officer over radio)
Final evacuation chopper
Have everyone report
to the missile deck.
Prepare to board the chopper.
That means you too, Billy.
No, we gotta get the door open.
- And we still have time.
- No, you don't.
Put him on the chopper for me.
- It means you too, Lieutenant.
- No way. I stay with my sub.
[intense music]
(Billy)
Superboy.
I couldn't go.
I sneaked off the chopper.
Don't be mad.
I'm not mad. But I can't
put you in anymore danger.
I gotta help.
It's all my fault.
Damn. I thought
I had it that time.
What we gotta do is,
go and unlock
everything that the
virus has infected.
(automated voice)
Thirteen minutes
(automated voice)
I can't. I can't. I can't.
I can't. I can't. I can't.
Ahh!
Superboy!
- You're okay?
- Are you okay?
(automated voice)
Security door disarmed.
Now, I am.
[dramatic music]
(automated voice)
Ten. Nine. Eight.
Seven. Six. Five. Four.
Three. Two. one.
[instrumental music]
She's all yours,
Lieutenant.
He's quite a man, Billy.
And the best tradition
of the United States Navy.
What do you think they'll give
him? A congressional medal?
Maybe.
What do you think they'll
give me? A prison sentence?
I hope nothing that severe.
But there will be discipline.
Yeah, I can handle it, I guess.
What you've been through
in the last half hour
you can handle anything.
- You really think that?
- I know that.
- Shall we fly?
- Yeah.
[instrumental music]
Captioned by Grant Brown