Sherlock Holmes - Murder in Casbah

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Good evening, Mr. Bartell. Good evening, Dr..

Settle yourself down and get your pipe going.

Thanks. Dr. Last week you told us it tonight's story took place in the Casbah at Algiers.

Yes, the Casbah. I remember it as the place of countless streets winding up and down.

Past colorful cafes where a hundred tongues was spoken.

An orphanest street would end in shadowy darkness, which a man would be full-hearted to enter alone.

Yes, Mr. Bartell. That was the Casbah that Sherlock Holmes and I knew in that winter of 99.

How did you happen to be out there, Dr.?

You mind if I tell you the story from the start, Mr. Bartell?

If you really began on a winter night's Baker Street, it's a conclusion of strange murder in Montrever Castle.

The charming young girl sat on the sofa of our lodgings in Baker Street.

And...

Mr. Holmes, you can't say you'll have nothing more to do with an accident.

I didn't expect you.

I found the poor murderer, the director cut his committed suicide. Surely the case is ended.

Yes, Mr. Holmes, you found the real murderer.

But now I wanted to find the unfortunate young man who fled in five years ago when he was suspected of a crime.

He was a new developer, Mr. Holmes. Please tell us about it.

It's Douglas Milton that I'm talking about.

Oh, yes, yes. He was the heir to the title, wasn't he?

Yes, Mr. Holmes.

He was a sensitive artistic boy and when he knew that he was under suspicion, he ran away.

Of course, everyone regarded his sliders as an admission of guilt. That is until you found the real culprit, Mr. Holmes.

I imagine Mr. Holmes that your interest in the missing boy is not entirely as you would say altruistic.

I'm in love with him, Dr. Watson.

We were engaged to the marriage when he ran away. Mr. Holmes, you've got to find him.

He must know that his name has been cleared and that he's inherited the title.

Mr. Hepfield, have you any direct views on the letter from your fiance since he left five years ago?

No.

Any clues in this hiding place?

Only this.

It's a painting I received anonymously a year after you left.

It was sent from a forwarding address in London.

Here it is, Mr. Holmes.

Thank you.

Moral painting.

Very good one, too, sir.

Yes.

The sentence of compensation is used of color. It is unusually brilliant.

You recognize this painting as a work of the option of Mr. Hepfield?

I'm certain of it.

Yes.

Wonderful your color.

Serve the delicate shading of that sunset.

And the brilliant green of the oasis.

It's seen as extraordinarily reminiscent.

But does it in North Africa?

Yes.

Yes, that's what made me say I was certainly gone abroad, Mr. Holmes.

Why should he go to North Africa?

A good place Watson's learning this before imagines himself to be escaping justice.

Remember the foreign legionist station there?

You think he might have joined the legionist, Mr. Holmes?

All right.

It would seem logical.

No question to ask.

To those who join it and it's colourful obscurity might easily appeal to a young fellow in trouble.

Hello.

What is it, Holmes?

Quite a few brains of sands between the canvas and the frame here.

Mr. Hepfield, you might have bought five canvas loose.

Do anything you like, Mr. Holmes.

If it gives you any clue, the darkness is whereabouts.

Give me your pen knife, will you, Watson?

Thanks, old chap.

Here we are.

Can you see everything?

Uh-huh.

Look.

The word spits.

An elephant.

A stamp here.

Sir, it is probably the famous name.

An elephant is a town from 50 miles from our gears.

That's it, of it.

Mr. Hepfield, I accept your case.

Watson and I will go to Africa and try to find your fiancee.

Douglas, move them.

Mr. Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, I have heard of you so often, but I never thought I should see you here at the headquarters of the foreign legion.

What can I do for you, gentlemen?

Well, Colonel Blisson, I'm trying to place an Englishman who has been missing during the past four years.

I've reason to believe that he might have joined the legion.

I should look in my records, sir.

Let me see, four years ago, with the 1895.

If Sherlock Holmes is tracking him, then I suppose he was in trouble in his own country.

If he was in trouble, he might easily have come to us.

We ask no questions.

1975.

In that year, three young Englishman joined us.

One of them died of dysentery two years ago in Cedera G.

One of them deserted 18 months ago, and we have been unable to praise him.

The earliest magicians who brought you into my office just now.

As he is, I would say, about a three-inch shot of a Douglas Newton.

Men do not shrink in the foreign leg today, Colonel.

They do not resholes.

And the fellow who deserted must be our man.

Unless it's the one who died of dysentery.

Colonel Blisson, how would you advise us to sit about trying to find a deserter?

There's only one police in Algiers where a man can hide from the foreign legion and remain.

Oh, what's that place?

The Cosby in Algiers.

And that's our destination, wasn't it?

Be very careful, please gentlemen.

The Cosby is a place where the law is exiled.

The police have no jurisdiction there.

The only rule is that of strength, violence, and terrorism.

Very cautious, I assure you.

Goodbye, Colonel Blisson, and thank you for your help.

Well, I must say that I think Colonel de Brisson rather exaggerates the dangers of the Casbah.

I suppose you're going to tell me this cafe is headquarters for adult smuggling ring or like sleeping or something.

It's ramifications reading more extensive than those you've mentioned.

You're joking home.

I assure you, I'm not old fellow.

My old friend, Joanna, is chief of police officers.

When I told him I'm missing the advice that he'd come here.

A 500-ranked note in the plata can obtain any and all information regarding the underworld.

But as little as 200 francs in the original murder.

So that I can give you some idea of the letters of values, the Casbah.

Good lord, and you've already spoken to the plata?

Oh, yes, yes.

A charming scoundrel that fell over the name of Raffi.

I gave him 500 francs and asked him to set his underworld great fine in motion

to see whether an Englishman living and hiding here in the Casbah could be found.

I thought we'd come here for quite a meal.

I'm sorry now.

It's okay.

He has new prayers.

Here we are, Raffi.

Come to Dhamma, Joe.

Raffi, you work fast.

Does he nothing, Mr. Holmes?

You've found me?

My friend knows that you're working with me.

We'll be found out.

A drink first.

The tongue of Raffi is far.

Would you have me die of thirst before I give you my news?

A vermouth cassis.

Do you have news for me, Raffi?

Huh.

You have news for me, then.

But he is?

Good. What is it?

First, you will pay me more money, no?

Uh, so I gave you 500 francs.

You said that you'd do the job for that.

Can I help it if some tongues are more costly to make wagg than others?

It took the 500 to get the wagg.

A mile to have nothing for my own trouble?

A vermouth cassis, Raffi.

Ah, good, good.

It's the instrument with paper.

Very well.

Raffi, Raffi.

I will drink to your health, gentlemen.

Both of you.

You will pay me more money, no?

With my friends already given you 500.

You should stick to your bar.

In my good for us.

My information is a bargain at 750 francs.

It would be a bargain at 1000,

but Raffi will let you have it for 750,

because he likes you.

You will give it to me, no?

And about refused.

Then you get no information.

And perhaps I spread news in the Casbah

that makes it uncomfortable for you, gentlemen, to be there.

Oh, Scott, this is blackmail.

I get the money, no?

You're a scandal, Raffi.

Of course I'm a scandal.

Yes, you're right.

An information?

There is an Englishman hiding here in the Casbah.

I do not know his name,

but he's stolen Fairhead.

I cannot tell you where he lives.

But if you go to the cafe of 1000 sides,

you will find a girl who sings there.

A girl who sings like a nightingale.

Her name is Aisha.

And she can lead you to Euclisional.

Girl named Aisha.

And the cafe of 1000 sides.

That is right.

I would suggest that you go there and this guy.

Two well dressed Englishmen might find themselves in trouble.

For a smooth feast, it's a 200 francs,

I will escort you there.

Thank you, thank you, yes.

I think we can manage Raffi.

Oh, if your business is confronted quickly

and dying ways heavy on your hands,

I think it can take you to some places of rare interest.

Dancing girls that weather was eyeballs with her beauty.

For 500 francs, gentlemen.

Thank you, Raffi.

Thank you.

I have a feeling that I would not weigh heavily on our hands.

Good night.

You work too hard, gentlemen.

You should learn how to play.

Good night.

On my soul, I think that fell as the biggest black other.

I quite agree, Ocha, but he is amusing.

By the way, Holmes, I just think that when this case is finished,

we might have a time on our hands.

Oh, what's in your encourageable?

But I think...

What's in?

What is it?

The man sitting over in the corner by himself.

I do, yes, his face seems familiar.

We've seen him before someone.

Because we know.

His name is Oliver Leaming.

We met him at the inquest.

On the ventriloquies.

So we did?

I wonder if he's just doing here in the Casper.

Not on a holiday, I'm sure.

But Oliver Leaming, if you recall, is a cousin of Douglas Newton.

A man we're searching for.

If, listen, we're ever declared liquid dead.

Mr. Leaming over there would inherit the title.

Looks to me as if we're not the only people in the Casper who are searching for the missing air.

That's too over.

Come on, he's going to talk to the gentleman.

Mr. Oliver Leaming.

I'm very out to meet you here.

Well, we'll show our comes and dr. Watson.

We'll just sit down.

Thank you.

Where's the store basically?

The store has somebody said that before.

I wondered if it spot me over here in the corner.

Oh, you saw the store.

Of course.

Do you seem to be in such deep conversation with that scandal roughly?

I think I could serve you.

Are they considered of you?

I'm sure.

Why are you here with me?

Oh, I'm making a business trip.

This is my deal.

As I recall, it turns you are in the publishing business.

Correct.

It seems peculiar that you said that you're on a business trip here.

Are you planning on opening a publishing house in Algiers?

Or are you searching for Casper who you offer?

Why not?

I'm a great believer in caraging new talent.

Mr. Leaming, why don't you admit that you're here for the express purpose

to find your cousin Douglas Milton?

Mr. Holmes, you've discovered my secret.

The great Sherlock Holmes and his watchdog have their ears on me.

They know that I succeed to the title if Douglas Milton dies.

Yes, Mr. Leaming, we know that fact.

And you have found my plan to find Douglas before me and kill him

so that I may inherit the title.

How lucky I am to meet you in Casper.

Or you cannot arrest me.

Well, so it's against time, gentlemen.

But I have a head start as you will soon find out.

Goodbye.

I'm the best of luck to you.

I'm just going to follow.

He's joking.

Of course.

I believe not, but I think he labors under the musical belief

that the best method of discounting the truth is to state it as boldly

so that it will not be believed.

Great sculpting.

We must work fast.

Yes, sir, we must.

I'm sure that we're entrants in a race against death.

And we must get back to your tell.

And then to our disguises as quickly as possible out of bed.

We shall visit a young lady named Aisha,

on the Kathy of a thousand size.

And I'm certain what's in the table to the first time

two men have ever entered the Casper for the express purpose

of preventing a murder.

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Well, Dr. I can hardly wait to hear what happened next.

You and Sherlock Holmes went back to the hotel, I suppose.

Yes, the hotel Holmes quickly adopted the disguise of an out-of-guide.

Well, I assumed the world of a tourist.

And we started off on our search.

Outside the cafe of a thousand size,

we met in the rude shop.

Good Lord.

It's the fellow we met in the cafe.

Yes, Oliver Leeming, for the knife between his shoulders.

He's dead, Holmes.

Shouldn't we get in the touch with the police?

What can they do?

Remember, there's no law on the Caspar.

In any case, this man is beyond our help.

Our job is to protect the living.

Come on, old fellow.

Let's go to the cafe of a thousand sires and find his girl, La Isha.

The girl, Rafi, says, sings like a knight.

I love you.

And as you see me...

Here I am, that's the end.

Your beauty is crazy!

You're a god.

Now we can become stone.

Well, you do it...

And we hatch...

And why you got it...

...when the reason I suffered...

And two days...

Your roles...

You're my thro oppression...

Now I'm cold.

Now I'm lost...

...and I love you again.

Oh no, where can I go now?

Go!

So, that's the girl Aisha, she's very beautiful, you'll be get out of the tourist guide

old chef.

Master?

What did you meet this Aisha?

Very much indeed.

I will see if it can be arranged Master, they care for me, what's the answer that I can

do.

But you're home, be careful, huh?

Mamasela Aisha, what do you want, a crazy one?

There is an Englishman at the table over there, he wishes to talk to Aisha, wish one easy,

the man who sits at the table in the corner, he's very rich Aisha, he marves your dress

field.

It's all to give you this 500 strength notion, so very well, you may bring into my rooms,

you door is at top of stairway, to the right, who's Aisha, I bet you, I should be with you.

Aisha, I will see you Master, follow me please, very well, I hope you know if you're going

to handle this, come, nobody but you, I think honesty will be the best policy, but I'm

not so sure, this place is a thieves kitchen ever, I saw one, you better be careful, first

go to the right, the top of the stairs, this is it.

Come in.

Oh, come and sit over here in the Englishman, Greece if you may leave us.

Mamasela, I will tell you at once that I am not an old guy, my name is Sherlock Holmes.

What you want with me?

Why you trick your way in here?

Not the fight, Mamasela, I can explain our mission in a very few words.

My friend and I have come in search of an Englishman, the name of Douglas Milton.

We have good news for him.

What make you think I might know of him?

A gentleman by the name of Rafi suggested that you fight him.

What is your good news for this Englishman?

That he has been cleared of suspicion of murder and that he has the rightful Earl of Montreux.

That means when he knows this, he will leave the Casbah and return to his country?

Naturally, Mamasela.

I do not know this man.

I have never heard of him.

He is your 500 francs.

Goodbye.

Not so fast, I assume, on the T-Sue.

I have been listening to behind these curtains.

They have not allowed me to introduce myself.

My name is Douglas Milton.

Douglas Milton.

We f**k you, Douglas Milton.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

I think it is a glass of port to be there.

I suppose.

Yes, it would be the most appropriate.

God, testing the new Earl of Montreux.

Splendid. Splendid.

I, Asia, bring glasses in the bottle of port and some cremtermouth for me.

You are not going to England.

I will never let you leave me.

Oh, stop being some melodramatic I, Asia.

Please bring two bottles of some glasses.

Very well.

I am sorry.

Mr. Holmes, I can't tell you how I appreciate your trouble in coming all this way to find me.

Well, I am still you at once.

There is one problem that makes it difficult for me to live in this country.

You see, I, I deserve it from the foreign region.

New species, we know that.

My boy, in fact, that's how we first got on to a trail.

I shouldn't let that back.

Why, in this movie, I am certain the British consul and Algiers can arrange to have any charges dropped against a peered of the road.

Oh, I, I, I thought of that.

You're not the bottles.

You must excuse the glass, gentlemen.

Tumble is a hotly-cooked ass opposed.

Well, they won't spoil the flavor.

Sure.

Ah, two glasses of port and, uh, from the mouth to me.

Only three glasses, I, Asia.

Three glasses for yourself.

I do not wish to drink.

And I insist that you do.

Bring a glass, I, Asia.

Why should I drink if you are leaving?

Milton, uh, do you know all about leaving?

Of course, it's my cousin.

Well, he came here half an hour, going frittin' me.

Did you also know that he's lying dead in the street?

Murdered?

Well, yes.

Yes, I did.

If we went in the Casbah, I wouldn't tell you this.

I, Asia, stabbed him.

She followed him when he left here.

He killed him and then slipped back just in time to sing a song a few moments ago.

Oh, you needn't look so shocked, Dr. Watson.

Life is cheap in the Casbah and I, Asia is a girl of violent passions.

Come on, let's, let's drink.

A toast to the new world of Montreux, Nat.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

You took the wrong glass.

She was drinking my pot.

Silly mistake, I can't bear pot.

Very English of me, I'm afraid, but after all these years, I don't feel particularly English.

In fact, I'll probably find it very hard to adjust myself to the old life when I go back.

Well, perhaps I should say, if I go back.

Since you feel that way about it, Mr. Milton, why go?

You can take the title and the revenues of your state about leaving Algeria.

But stay here and live on the income.

I didn't realize that would be possible.

You sure I could do that?

Yes, I'm quite certain of it.

But if you doubt my word, I suggest we all adjourn to the British consulate in our years.

They can put you straight on the netter.

That's a good idea.

Let's go over there at once.

No, no, I've been listening to you, my friend.

You're planning to leave me.

Once you go from the Casbah, I shall never see you again.

Put down that knife, I Asia.

I will not let you go.

You belong to me.

If you try to leave me now, I will kill you.

Put down that knife, I Asia.

You've done enough damage for one nice.

Why are you sitting down?

You fool, put it down.

I'm going to go.

Let's pick up.

Oh!

She twisted the knife on herself, or she fell.

Oh, and she fell, but tell her over.

She's dead, Mr. Milton.

Who are I, Asia?

To bloody path that leads to the Montrever title, sir,

I suggest to be seated before a girl's body is taken care of.

Then go to the British consulate about any further delay.

Now that we're at a consulate, Mr. Milton,

I suggest that you swear on oath that you are Douglas Milton,

heir to the Montrever estate.

This gentleman is a commissioner of oaths,

and we can go in and see the consul.

Well?

No.

Rise right hand, please, and repeat after me.

I air by solemnly swear that I am Douglas Milton,

the missing heir to the Montrever estate.

I hear by swear that I am Douglas Milton,

missing heir to the Montrever estate.

Thank you, sir.

And now, if you will sign the statement here,

these gentlemen can witness it.

There you are.

Thank you, sir.

And now, if you gentlemen will sign it, certainly.

Thank you, gentlemen.

The document is now legal.

Splendid.

Let's go over and see the consul.

Not yet, my friend.

Watson.

This man is not Douglas Milton.

What the devil are you talking about?

There is no law on the casbars, sir.

So you cannot be punished for the two matters you committed there.

But now that your avarice has tempted you here to Algiers,

where you've been foolish enough to sign a false statement,

I think we can at least settle you very nicely for a decision.

False impersonation.

Forgery and perjury.

Home, what do you mean?

The story should be obvious or follow.

Oliver Leaming did track down the deserter.

Recognition was uncertain after so many years,

but at least it gave this gentleman the idea

of impersonating the real Douglas Milton, a friend of his.

You have a lively imagination, sir.

The real Douglas Milton.

I'd have disdained two years ago in CDRI's.

As soon as the idea of impersonating the notion was born,

Leaming had to die.

Your theories are very interesting, but you haven't a shred of proof.

I say that I'm Douglas Milton.

How are you going to prove otherwise?

Very simply, my dear sir.

Douglas Milton, a painter.

A painter who excelled in the use of vivid colors.

You, sir, sat up on the quite common melody of a red-green color blindness.

Less than an hour ago, you must have took a glass of port, which is red,

but a glass of cringed amon, which is green.

I knew at once that you were an imposter.

You know, cleverer than I thought you were at home.

Goodbye, here you come back.

No, no, Watson.

Don't go after him.

But we can't have him escape, Holmes.

Don't worry, old chap.

He won't escape.

I sent a message to Colonel Debra.

If you go to the window, I think you'll find that the consulate is being watched.

The Legion has a long memory for desertion.

I don't think he'll get very far.

They got him, Holmes.

Shot him as he was trying to run away.

Ah, just death for him.

The life of violence and treachery Watson.

Don't it, fitting, that he should die in the same manner.

Doctor, that was a swell story, but you know something.

I wish you hadn't disillusioned me about the Casbah.

Disillusioned you?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, before I heard your story,

whenever somebody mentioned the Casbah,

I had always visualized a very glamorous, romantic sort of place

full of beautiful women.

Everyone I'm marrying are for Hetty Lamar.

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

You know what I mean?

Everyone I'm marrying are for Hetty Lamar.

No, yeah.

And I could just see myself.

Handsome, dashing.

Going up one of those beautiful girls

and whispering in my fine French accent.

Darling, you're a sensation.

Well, lovely.

Well, just tell me.

Have you ever tried Patreon?

It's wonderful.

Well, you must admit, Doctor, that is the truth.

It is wonderful.

What?

It certainly ought to be.

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For generations, the Petrie family has handed down

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Well, Doctor, now I suppose you're ready to tell us

about next story.

The years, and as soon as I have, I want you to be

a friend of mine.

A friend?

Yes.

But first was to tell you, next week,

I'm going to tell you an adventure

in which the one's homes came off second best.

An exciting story of high society and romance.

I call it a scandal in Bohemia.

Boy, that sounds swell.

And now what about your friend?

Well, he's waiting at the microphone in San Francisco.

He's Dr. Langley Porter.

And he wants to tell us about something very important.

Dr. Langley Porter.

Thank you, Dr. Watson.

Radio listeners, tonight in Italy,

there are thousands, many thousands,

dying of cold and hunger.

Babies, children, expectant mothers, old folks,

dying for want of clothes, want of food.

This organization, American Relief for Italy,

appeals to you to search your homes for anything

that can be made useful for starving,

freezing men, women, children.

Clothing, layouts for babies, diaper, shoes,

food, surgical supplies,

but above all, clothes, clean clothes, fit to wear.

Take them to the nearest fire stadium.

That your gifts will reach the Italians

who need them, you may be sure.

Americans of this organization

will distribute the packages in Italy

through the Italian Red Cross,

the Catholic Relief Organization,

the League of Italian Women,

the Confederation of Italian Labor,

and the Italian Government.

In California, rationing has gone.

Christmas comes.

There, in Italy, death is on the prowl.

Radio listeners, lives can be saved.

It's up to you.

Thank you, Dr. Langley Porter.

I hope that our friends listening in

will do all they can to help the organization.

American Relief for Italy.

Tonight, Sherlock Holmes' adventure is written

by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher

and was suggested by an incident

in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story,

The Crooked Man.

Music is by Dean Fossler.

Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy

of Metro-Goldwyn Mayer

and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy

of Universal Pictures,

where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series.

This is the mutual broadcasting system.