Presenting the transcription feature, Superman. Up in the sky, look, it's a bird. It's a plane. It's Superman. Superman, mighty visitor from another world with powers and abilities never before realized by mortal men. Able to leak tall buildings at a single bound, race a speeding bullet to a target, crush steel with his bare hands. Superman, champion of the weak and the oppressed, courageous fighter for truth and justice. Who mingles with ordinary men as mild-mannered Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet, a great metropolitan newspaper. As our story opens today, Clark Kent is about to leave the Daily Planet building when he is hailed by young Jimmy Olsen, a red-headed, freckle-faced coffee boy who works in the editorial department of the paper. Listen. Can I see you a minute? Hi, what's up, Jimmy? All on fire? No, it's nothing to do with the paper, Mr. Kent. Well, it's sort of personal. If you're in a hurry and you haven't got time... Oh, no, all the time in the world, Jimmy. I've been to Mr. White's office. He's gone for the day. There. Now we can talk without having to shout over the racket of those typewriters and news stickers. What's on your mind, Jimmy? You look worried. I am worried, Mr. Kent. It's about my mother. Is she sick, Jimmy? No, she's all right. At least she's all right now. Well, what do you mean? I guess I'd better start from the beginning so you'll know what it's all about. All right. You see, my father owned a candy store on Spruce Street. Huh? When he died three years ago, my mother went to work in the store and kept it running pretty good. Oh, all by herself, eh? Yes, but she doesn't complain. Not Mom. She wouldn't have even told me about Chip Dinelli if I hadn't caught her crying. Chip Dinelli? The racketeer? What's he got to do with your mother in the candy store? I'll tell you, Mr. Kent. About a month ago, a man came into the store and told my mother that unless she paid $20 a week protection money to Chip Dinelli, the store might be wrecked. What? And has she paid him? Yes, sir. $100 so far. And he's coming tonight for another $20. Jimmy, are you sure Dinelli is behind this? Absolutely. Ours isn't the only store he's taking money from. All the stores on Spruce Street pay. Uh-huh. The guy who comes around is just Dinelli's collector. You say he'll be there tonight? Yes. That's why I wanted to talk to you. Mom can't pay anybody. And why should she? This is a free country, Mr. Kent. And no crook's got a right to... No, no, no. Take it easy, Jimmy. We'll fix Mr. Dinelli. I'll get down to the store with you and meet his collector. Gee, Mr. Kent, would you? Sure. But remember, Jimmy, not a word about this to anyone. Rats like Dinelli must be handled privately. Now get your hat and coat. No time to waste. Gee, thanks, Mr. Kent. I'll see you at the elevator. Ten minutes later, Jimmy and Kent approach the candy store on Spruce Street. This is the store, Mr. Kent. Mom's behind the counter. Now wait a minute, Jimmy. You say all the stores on this street pay protection money to Dinelli? That's right. Schultz the butcher didn't pay last week. Oh? So he got a brick thrown through his window. See it? Right across the street. Yes. There's not much window left. And what did the police do about it? They couldn't do anything. They said no evidence. My mother can tell you more about that. Come on, let's go in. All right. Oh, what made you so late, Jimmy? Oh, I hung around the office for a while. Mom, this is Mr. Kent. He's the best reporter on the Daily Planet. I'm afraid Jimmy's given to exaggeration, Mrs. Olsen. Well, he's told me a lot about you, Mr. Kent. He thinks you're wonderful. Nice to know that somebody does. Mom, I told Mr. Kent about Jip Dinelli and the racket he's pulling. Jimmy, you shouldn't have. You promised you wouldn't mention it to a soul. Now, it's quite all right, Mrs. Olsen. I want to help you. Oh, you can't help me. Nobody can. There's only one thing left for me to do. Give up the store. Oh, I won't let you do that, Mom. I'll go to Jip Dinelli myself. I'll tell... Just a minute, Jimmy. You won't have to give up the store, Mrs. Olsen. I've been up against men like Dinelli before, and I think I know how to handle them. I understand his collector is coming tonight. Well, what time does he usually arrive? Well, he should be here any minute now. Oh? But, Mr. Kent, now, please don't start any trouble. They said that... I know what they said, Mrs. Olsen. But don't you worry. Jimmy and I will hide behind the counter. When the collector comes in, refuse to pay him. Oh, no. No, I can't do that. They'll do something to Jimmy if I don't pay him. Oh, they won't do a thing, I promise you. Just you refuse to give him the $20. I'll take care of the rest. All right, Jimmy. Duck down. What are you going to do, Mr. Kent? Tell Mr. Dinelli's collector where he gets off. But supposing he pulls a gun? Well, guns don't frighten me. I mean... Well, he won't pull a gun, Jimmy. Here he comes now, Mr. Kent. Steady, Mrs. Olsen. Don't be afraid. Okay, lady. I'll take the protection payment. 20 bucks. Well, I... I'm not going to give it to you anymore. Oh, no? Well, take a look across the street, lady. See what happened to Schultz's window because he didn't have protection. You want that to happen to you, Wendy? Well, I... I can't pay you anymore. I hadn't the money. Ah, don't give me that stuff. Pony up and make it fast. This is my last step and I ain't got no time to waste. Well, you'd better find some time because I want to talk to you. Where'd you come from? Behind the counter. I heard everything you said and so did Mrs. Olsen's son. Now, unless you and your crooked boss, Dinelli, want to spend some time behind bars for extortion and blackmail, you'll return every penny you took from this woman and never bother her again. Oh, yeah? Who are you? My name is Kent. Clark Kent. I'm a reporter for the Daily Planet. A story reporter, too. Shut up, you. So you're a reporter. You write pieces for the paper, huh? Well, write this one. Oh! Oh! Hey! Walk over the 20, lady. Yes. Here it is. Oh, wise guy. Mr. Kent. Mr. Kent. Are you all right? I'm all right, Jimmy. Just a little surprised. Gee, I thought he knocked you out. No, not quite. Oh, you see, Mr. Kent, I told you not to try to do anything. It's impossible. They're just not human. I haven't given up, Mrs. Olsen. One punch doesn't frighten me off. I'll get every cent of your money back and teach Dinelli a lesson he won't forget. All you're doing is risking your life. Don't you worry about that. Oh, I'll see you tomorrow, Jimmy. Good night, Mrs. Olsen. Good night. Oh. Too bad I had to take that punch in the jaw. I was itching to tear that rat apart right in the store, but it wasn't the time or the place for Superman to do his stuff. Oh, and just take a run over to Dinelli's place and have a little talk with him. Six hundred smackers. Like taking candy from babies. Even Shulster Butcher paid up without a squawk. No trouble at all? Oh, yeah, a little, but I clipped the guy and that finished it. What guy? Ah, some mug that was hiding behind the counter in Olsen's candy store. Said he was a newspaper reporter, but then they backed Kent. A reporter? Yeah. What paper, Spike? I forget. Wait a minute. Oh, yeah, the Daily Planet. He shouldn't have clipped him. You think I want the newspapers on my neck? Well, what do you want me to do? Stand there and take his guff? He was shooting his mouth off about blackmailing Nick Starr. All right, all right. Forget it. Tell Tony to get me a pack of cigarettes. Okay. Main, 4826. A newspaper called the Daily Planet may publish a story about how the stores on Spruce Street are paying me protection money. Yeah? I want all those papers bought up the minute they hit the stands. You got it? Chip, he's here. Who's here? That reporter, Kent. Tony let him in. He's waiting on the soundproof room. Let me finish him, Chip. Let me get him out of the way. That'll be a fool. Want to get us in a jam? I'll talk to him. Well, you better be careful. Don't worry. I'm always careful. Hey, what is this? A gag? Nobody here? Oh, yes, there is, Danelli. I just thought I'd wait for you in the closet. Hey, is somebody trying to kid me? Spike said a reporter was waiting. Not a guy in a circus outfit. Clark Kent couldn't wait, so he asked me to keep the appointments. You'll get used to these blue tights and red cape if you keep on robbing poor shopkeepers, Danelli. Why, you... All right. I'll get out the moment you hand over the $120 you took from Mrs. Olsen. And as soon as I teach you how to behave like a decent human being. Get out or I'll plug you. That gun won't do you a bit of good, Danelli. Fortunately, I see this room is soundproofed. Get back or I'll shoot. Go ahead. Doesn't happen. Right you are. And now it's my turn. There goes your gun. Hey, what do you think you're throwing here? And here you go. Help, let me go. Not until you learn an important lesson. Let's see how you bounce off the wall. Not bad at all. Stop telling me. Not quite, Danelli. Another bounce. Oh, stop. Stop. I'll do anything. All right. Let me have $120. Oh, sure. Here it is. Good. Now, this was only a sample, Danelli. The next time you try your extortion racket, you won't walk for a month. Understand? Yeah. Yeah, I understand. Then I'll leave. Through the window. Oh. Remember, Danelli. Remember. Spike. Spike. Hey, what happened? You're all messed up. Oh, never mind what happened. Listen to me. You told that Olsen woman. If she squealed, we'd take care of her, didn't you? Yeah, sure. What time did she close her store up? Ten o'clock. And who's with her? Just her and her kid. Okay. You and Tony take the big car and get down there. When she comes out of the store, teach her a lesson. But how'd she? It's about time you knew how. Show her and her kid it don't pay to squeal. Come on. Get going. Has Superman started something that even he will be unable to stop? Something that may result in injury to Mrs. Olsen or Jimmy? Even now, Jim Danelli's two henchmen are speeding to Spruce Street in a high-powered car. Where they plan to wait in the darkness, ready to strike. And where is Superman? Don't miss the next thrill-packed episode. Tune in and follow the exciting story of Superman. It's a bird. Superman. Superman is a copyrighted feature appearing in Action Comics Magazine.