Sherlock Holmes: The Waltz of Death 04/29/1946 (Rathbone & Bruce)

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Good evening, Dr. Watson. Good evening Mr. Bartel.

All set for tonight's story?

Here's my time, all set for this.

Again in the end of 1889, you'll be in a bright light, lovely ladies and looking music.

What were you and the great Sherlock Holmes doing there, Dr?

Bartel, what were we doing there?

Yes, sir.

Were you just taking a trip?

In those early days of our association, we didn't have either the time or the money for trips.

No, we were in Vienna with the express command of the Emperor of France Joseph.

It was not October I remember that we arrived in the city.

In the several days we were forced to cool our heels awaiting the imperial pleasure.

It's on one of those idle evenings of the good services of our friend, the chief of police,

handle Frano, secure us an invitation to a suspended ball,

the thing held at the Palace of Princess definitely on crumb.

It was an incredibly colorful spectacle Mr. Bartel.

The string orchestra high in the gallery of the Palace volume,

played a haunting stress wall.

But on the floor below, the cream of Viennese at a stucker say,

swayed and blinded galae to the looking music.

I can remember the pictures so well, Mr. Bartel,

the homes that I stood there talking to the chief of police, Councillor Frano.

A colorful scene, is it not gentleman?

I choose just kind of further. It must be real holiday for you and Mr. Holmes.

What makes you say that, Watson?

Well, it's hard to think of the criminal world when one looks at such a gathering.

For Frano knows, as well as I do, that the criminal is not confined to class or environment.

Indeed, no, Mr. Holmes, I can assure you that every guest here tonight has been scrutinized as he entered.

Yes, I mentioned that many planes closed, many prisoners in this room now,

after he comes to Frano.

Oh, yes, we take no chances.

That's true, you can't afford to.

There's enough jury being worn here tonight for King's ransom, I suppose.

The votes are finished.

Now I can present you to our hostess, Princess Funkham.

Stephanie, my pigeon.

My pigeon?

What's the Princess for the room?

Yes, I'm glad to see that in Vienna, the profession of criminal detection carries no social stigma.

Allow me to present you, Mr. Sherlock Holmes, Dr. Watson.

The Princess Stephanie Funkham.

I'm really honoured.

Your Highness.

Your Highness.

Your Highness.

The Princess Stephanie Funkham.

I'm really honoured.

Your Highness.

Your Highness.

I am most happy to meet you, gentlemen.

Permit me to introduce my protégé, Janos Erva, the Hungarian composer.

Thank you, Your Highness.

Please call me tonight, Mr. Holmes, will mark a rare occasion.

The signal honours to be conferred on Herr Horvatten, myself, before tonight is two.

The next vote is a new composition of his, tonight will be its debut.

Indeed.

Have a very interesting.

It is a great honour the Princess has conferred on me.

A new composition could not possibly be presented under more of a special circumstance.

Mr. Commander, you spoke of an honour in connection with yourself.

Tell the master he could Stephanie.

No, I will tell them myself, Honour, of your world has been played, Janos.

And Anitol and I shall be the first to have the privilege of dancing to it.

My father is to make a public announcement.

He is to announce my engagement to Count Anitol Reform.

Oh, indeed, my congratulations.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

I am not the luckiest of men.

Is she not exquisite?

I, the gay man of Vienna, the Cavalier who swore that no one woman would ever capture him.

I can pass it gentlemen.

I am in love.

Horvat, I pity you.

Even the great vultures of old Vienna could hardly be worthy of this moment.

Anitol, you are a born platterer.

Oh, come, the vault is about to begin.

I shall see you gentlemen later.

Peter Zayn?

Peter Zayn?

Well, Peter Zayn.

Yorkstress tuning up there, Horvat.

I imagine this is a great moment for you.

A very frightening one.

I assure you, my friend.

In a few minutes I shall know what I may new work is to be crowned with success or failure.

That the problem has leading the princess to the centre of the floor.

The conductor is raising his metal.

This is your moment, Horvat.

Good luck.

Pray for me gentlemen.

Pray for me.

There they go.

The princess and the conductor are starting the walls.

Ah, they make a striking bed, aren't they?

They become the other couples on the floor, charming.

My charming, it reminds me of...

Oh, yes!

Great sculptor.

That was a former shot.

It's the princess.

She's been shot.

Come on Watson.

Out of the way please.

Out of the way.

Come for a final.

What happens?

Then we need Dr. Watson.

See what you can do for her.

What are you doing?

Come for a final.

There's nothing I can do, I'm afraid.

She was shot through the brain.

She died instantly.

Stephanie is dead.

Stop that devilish music.

Look all the doors.

Here's a murderer to be found.

Come for a final.

Have you found any clues?

One of my men found a revolver.

It'd been tossed into the earth of a potted palm.

May I see it please?

Of course.

Yeah.

Ranned into the soft earth.

Come.

Found it.

Come for a final.

Your fiancé was an extremely beautiful woman.

You must have had rivals.

Yes, sir.

But none of them are present tonight.

Who will inherit her?

A six-month-old nephew.

Who's his guardian?

The emperor finds Joseph himself.

No, no, Mr. Holmes.

I know.

No obvious motive for someone wishing poor Stephanie.

Perhaps it was a political crime.

She was a wealthy artist.

No, a prominent one.

Yes.

It's very possible.

Many night-hittlest assassins have been active in my country recently.

I mean, why do we have a ballroom full of suspects waiting for us?

I'm just going to suggest we went back there.

We can't find out.

We're going to find out.

We're going to find out.

We're going to find out.

We're going to find out.

I'm just going to suggest we went back there.

We can't find out.

We're very much by staying here in the Library.

It's a delicate matter.

Almost everyone.

Pleasant tonight is known to me personally.

Now, may I suggest that you go back to the ballroom

and have the male guest's file passed you?

The tamed for questioning.

Anyone who's evening clothes do not fit perfectly.

Oh, sir, sir.

What the kind of a man's clothes got to do with this?

Anyone invited to such a ball as this would naturally have

his own tailored.

I think, California, if you found a man who had to hire his costume,

He might be an imposter, and may well prove to be your assassin.

Mr. Holmes, your plan has not been effective so far.

You find one Englishman who is unusually badly dressed

and what we discover is an Englishman Lord

whose luggage was lost on the plane.

The second suspect proved perfectly respectful V&E's doctor

whose nasty little child had taken a last minute snippet

and is tailed out with a pair of scissors.

And the third was poor Hobart, the composer.

We cannot hear the four of good rest today.

Welcome to a final.

But why not have the next suspect shown in?

Yes, of course.

Chorba, bring him to the next man.

Yes, sir.

Come to the head. I'm better.

I'm better.

I'm a little frightful.

Your name, please.

My name is Gourning. What do you wish with me?

Gourning?

Your name was not on the list of invitations.

The one number, please.

Let me see your right hand, hair Gourning.

You have no right to touch me.

Where did you get these fresh earth stains?

Your right thumb is pitted and the nail is full of dirt.

What does that poor, foolish man?

Not a short while ago, you'll try to hide your revolver

by ramming it into an earth-filled claw pot.

You know that revolver, please, count for a final.

It will be easy to compare the samples of earth.

It will not be necessary.

You admit that you murdered the princess tonight, then?

Certainly I admit it.

Why did you kill her?

She was now aristocrats.

She was an oppressor of the poor.

I'm glad I killed her.

One day, I and my party will kill all of you

till they are aristocrats.

Put down that revolver.

Shoot him like a duck, please.

No, no, no, no, no.

Cut the funnel.

Even you can't take a law and kill your own hands.

Why do you not shoot me?

I'm not afraid to tie.

I haven't taken the way, Chorba.

Nainted hoondings for fainting me.

Thank you for stopping my hand just now, Doctor.

But when you spoke of Stephanie that way,

I could have killed him just as he killed her.

Very understandable, Impal Sir, but one that would have ruined your life.

My life.

Now that she is dead, my life is empty.

What right to love and beauty have to exist in a world

that no longer holds Stephanie?

She was all light and life.

Love and this.

And now, but I am hardly displaying my B&E's blood, am I?

The murder is cut thanks to you, Mr. Holmes,

and my life, such as it is, must go on somehow.

That's how the story began, Mr. Bartel.

It began.

It sounds like the end of a story to me, Doctor.

Oh, from it, my boy.

The next day, Holmes and I had an interview with his Imperial Majesty

and learned the nature of the services expected of us.

Services required are leaving the city.

And that's why my boy, we were gone from Vienna for some week.

He didn't know that during our absence,

he had hoped it was, if it had such a tragic debut,

he was beginning to make the sauce of morbid history.

We have had many requests for it.

Gladly, we will play it, have our own.

Isn't that the Harvard Walls they are playing?

Yes, my dear, and see who is walking on to the plort of dance to it.

Lea Mullin's tie in the actress.

Beautiful creature.

Are you trying to make me jealous, Holmes?

Don't inhibit Lea Wallstein, she's been shot.

A new ballet, and to the music of the Harvard Walls.

Magnificent.

Never has Kraznerva danced better.

Have you ever seen such ex-visit pirouettes?

Six deaths in four weeks, Shoba.

All beautiful women and all killed to the music of the Harvard Walls.

It's a homicidal madman at watch in Vienna.

There's only one thing to be done.

We must forbid absolutely to blame that wall, spy and kill the creeps.

Yeah, all of this is about to tell, until we return to Vienna.

And then, I suppose, Sherlock Holmes was drawn into the case again.

Yes, my boy, Holmes immediately made a close study of the newspaper of ports on the tragedies.

It was a great difficult time away from his investigations to attend the reception

of which the emperor, the suffancers for our services, on the mission that we just defeated.

As we arrived at the imperial palace, almost the first person we ran into was the Hungarian composer.

Dr. Watson.

You have heard of the tragedies connected with my walls.

I was making a close study of the newspaper of ports on them just before I came here.

You must do something, Mr. Holmes.

People will hardly listen to other music.

They want my walls.

But that is forbidden.

I'm losing a reputation and a fortune while that wall remains unplayed.

Or perhaps here, Harvard, who are laying an excellent foundation for our later reputation and fortune.

What do you mean?

All this publicity, however, is tasteful to you at the moment.

Along run, prove invaluable.

Ah!

Hey, why am I the account of finance?

Mr. Holmes, Dr. Watson, I'm glad to see you back in Vienna.

You've heard of the murders?

Yes, because we were discussing them.

I need your help again, my good friend.

For over a month now, the murder has been at large and I cannot seem to get on display.

Well, I'm groaning, the first killer.

What a good time of him.

Release him.

What?

Release him?

That's not why.

At the hearing, it was obvious the man was an egomaniac.

He boasted of the murder of Stephanie of Panty out of pure vanity.

The liberal newspaper editors made quite an issue of the case.

They got pressured to bear and they had to let him go.

Conned it.

I wish I hadn't left Vienna.

You know, the fellow that lies again, counter-fronted, it's pretty obvious that he's the murder of the other women, too.

And the contrary, Dr., he was inculcument to yesterday.

The last of the murders was committed three days ago.

Oh, it comes to seep your highness, aren't you, Watson?

Good evening, gentlemen.

Your highness.

Very, very nice.

If you have very distinguished company tonight, not only is the master official of Holmes,

and it's called Lee, Dr. Potty, the English friends of your honoree,

but I say that we have a distinguished representative from our Hungarian empire.

You're not far back.

If we're to success, I'm told, there's a pretty composer for whom Vienna is famous.

Your Highness is most kind.

There's a fight organ in here.

It's in excellent condition, I am told.

Will you not place one of your compositions here or what?

I shall be most honoured, Your Highness.

This is proven to be proven to be proven.

Thank you.

What shall I play, Your Imperial Highness?

Very soon you wish, your man.

Very soon you wish.

Thank you, Your Highness.

With your permission, I choose to play...

Great Kevin's is playing the deathfuls.

And your guard, Watson, even in the Imperial Palace itself,

this twirling tune may invoke murder.

You'll hear the rest of Dr. Watson's story in just a second,

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Dr. Watson, you certainly left me hanging on a cliff that time.

You broke off your story just as the Hungarian composer

started to play his ill-fated walls to the Emperor Franz Joseph.

What happened?

It's time, my boy.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

I hope it competed his composition without a patent incident.

Shortly afterwards, we attended a banquet that was given in our honor.

A banquet concluded with a rather curious ceremony,

which the Emperor presented Sherlock Holmes

to the medal to commemorate his services, though.

The living was over.

Finally, shortly after 10 o'clock, I remember,

Holmes and I, together with Count of Frano,

left the royal chambers and started to send the Sparrow's package,

leading to the main hall.

You were greatly honored tonight, Mr. Holmes.

Only known as impure your highness to make three such presentations before,

and they were all through my uncounting name.

You might have made another one.

Please watch me please.

The Emperor's most kind, I can't help feeling that he over-evaluated my services.

You're being unusually modest, Holmes.

Perhaps because I feel that my visit here is incomplete until I've solved the death whilst murders.

I hope you'll be able to stay in Vienna long enough to do that.

I confess I am at my bid sent.

I've been giving the matter a great deal of thought, Count of Frano.

I have a plan for trapping the killer.

It's in rather an embryonic state at the moment,

but over a few pipes at the hotel tonight,

I expect to develop it thoroughly.

I shall collage your office in the morning and explain it to you.

I shall be eroding a visit eagerly.

One more of these murders and a newspaper outcry might become so loud

that I should have to resign my post as chief of police.

Well, I'm hoping I made that daring gesture

and played the death whilst tonight.

It proved one thing.

It's not infallible.

The death of a beautiful woman doesn't always follow the playing of the melody.

I'm very true doctor, but what is it?

Yes, sir.

It's like a match with you.

Hm?

There's a figure here slumped on the landing.

It's got it.

Body of a girl.

The very beautiful girl too.

Drop through the forehead.

You were wrong, Watson.

The death whilst is intolerable.

When I swear to you that the killer has struck for the last time.

What happened to you, sir?

Oh, all right.

I had my day at council funnel.

Yes, sir.

Follow the instructions.

You gave me this morning, Mr. Holmes.

Chain bombs is at the moment.

The smartest has done in Vienna.

I preserved the best table for you,

and I've invited the guests that you named.

This strangely assorted couple.

That gurning fellow, the one that admitted shooting your fiancee, Cardiff Rana.

This is much as I could do to keep my hands off him and your life to your doctor.

Mr. Holmes insisted that I ask you.

Just the same idea she would tell me his plan. I'm completely in the dark.

In the dark I can sympathize with your Cardiff Rana. Holmes never tells me a thing either.

Mr. John, I guess, shall I wait a minute?

In a very few minutes I'm sure that my band will be perfectly apparent.

Good evening, Herr Hobart.

Good evening, Mr. Holmes.

Dr. Watson, how do you do, Herr Hobart?

And how I have not had grunning?

Angry at having to come here against my will.

My party does not approve of these aristocratic, patted pig-styles.

But counter-affrono informed me that if I did not come here tonight,

I could expect to find myself back in prison.

How could I resist such a persuasive impotation?

I have come to the third guest, Brad, David.

I am not at the hotel if you are to go.

Mr. Banks, I am so glad that you were able to come.

Hello, Mr. Holmes.

I didn't know this was going to be a party, but I couldn't be happy.

I may present you, Herr Hobart, Dr. Watson, Herr Hobart.

Herr grunning, Mr. Barbara Banks from the United States of America.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Holmes, I knew what you were doing.

And how can a young American girl of thought to come to the enemy, I asked?

Of course you can ask.

My father made a lot of money, and he wanted me to have the advantages he never had.

Your father made money because he growned the faces of the poor.

My father never ground a poor face in his life.

He was a capitalist. I spit on him.

All that's rather unfriendly.

And also, geographically speaking, something of a problem,

you see, he's living in Wyoming.

You make fun of me.

Only because you made fun of me.

Mr. Holmes, I did as you asked me.

I'm very grateful, Miss Banks.

The orchestra leader didn't want to play it.

He seemed scared, but I waited a lot of money in front of him,

and I promised to pay the fine as well.

Splendid. Great.

Got it.

Is it all now?

So do I.

You persuaded Miss Banks to bribe the orchestra leader to play it?

My vaults.

My forbidden vaults?

Yes, Herr Hallad.

I thought that if the request came from a young American, it might seem quite reasonable.

Particularly if the request were accompanied by American talus

ground out of the faces of the poor.

You are being unpleasant to me, aren't you?

Well, thank you, your walls, Herr Hallad.

The death walls.

Mr. Holmes, this is against the law.

The whole vault vaults is forbidden by imperial decree.

True nonetheless, my dear Count, I implore you not to arrest the orchestra leader

until after the vaults is completed.

In which case since I requested it, and it's still playing,

I'd like a partner.

Will you dance with me, Count and Frano?

I'm sorry, Miss Banks, but with this melody, I shall never dance again.

Oh.

Well, how about you, Dr. Watson?

Oh, I like it.

Welcome, dear, but I'm afraid I'm not as light on my feet as I used to be.

In any case, I was never much of a hand at the vault,

because more in my line.

You know, me, I'm getting an inferiority, Count.

Oh, please do not, Miss Banks.

You'll observe that the general public seems singularly unwilling to dance too.

Not one couple has ventured onto the floor.

How can you blame them?

The walls with whore that may mean death.

How can you blame them?

I'm not afraid.

After all, Herr Hallad, it's your own music.

I'll dance with you.

Your most kind, Miss Banks.

And courageous.

But to be a partner of the only woman on the floor would mean ruin.

An admission of failure.

My third refusal.

I'm a walk-line.

No, my dear Miss Banks, the aristocrats, they have played.

But I claim simple gurning.

I will dance with you, Miss Millions.

So sliss you, Herr gurning.

And I assure you, my father does not grind the faces of the poor.

He does grind the faces of the poor, this I know.

Stop her, it's suicide.

I think not Herr Hallad.

I think so.

And I'll not stay here to watch you.

Where the devil is he off to?

You're not very doctor.

I should keep an eye on him.

Yes, and we'll keep an eye on both of them.

Come on, Watson.

That's what he's leaving the room.

But as Cantor Frano has deserted his trail

and has slipped behind one of those pillars.

Good lord, he's drawing on a ball, though.

Thank you, Watson.

He's our man.

Put down that provolver Cantor Frano.

Put it down, I say.

He's turning it on himself.

Cantor Frano!

I still can't believe it, Holmes.

Not the fact that Cantor Frano blew his brains out,

but the fact that he was a murderer.

Yes, I was slow to believe it too, old chef,

and I blame myself for the consequence.

Two things should have been instantly apparent

about the madman who killed beautiful women

when he heard the Havak waltz.

Firstly, he must have had some

motivation which drove him to such an act.

Secondly, Mr. Cantor Frano involved with him

at all times since he was invariably armed

when the occasion presented itself.

Jacqueline, that factor made me think of the police official.

Then, of course, I saw Frano's motivation.

He loved the princess, Stephanie Dele.

Her deaf and his arms was a psychological shot

that was more than his mentality could stand.

When he heard that music, he said,

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

He could stand.

When he heard that music,

it reminded him of the dead princess.

He forced him to kill her.

That's right, Opal cent.

You will recall that, um,

when he said to us,

this fiancé's death,

what right do love and beauty

have to exist in a world

that no longer holds Stephanie?

When he heard the music he couldn't bare

to think that other loveliness existed

and so, well, he destroyed it.

But who killed the princess, Stephanie?

The man who was first arrested for it,

had gurney.

He admitted it after little persuasion

when the police arrived,

They came back to prison in the carriage

that just took control of Frano's body.

It's shocking to think that seven innocent women

have been murdered before this case and so.

Yes, a fact that will be a constant reproach to me.

I assure you.

Oh, I didn't mean that.

My dear fellow, we weren't even in Vienna,

when five of the killings took place.

Hello, hello, here comes Mr. Banks.

Mr. Holmes, what happened to that funny little man

who danced with me?

Half-grinding?

Yes.

He went to prison, Mr. Banks.

He was a murderer.

Well, I must say this is a strange kind of a part

of what you asked me to, Mr. Holmes.

One of the guest-blows his brains out,

and the other, the only man who danced with me,

turns out to be a murderer.

Well, I see now why father sent me to Europe,

and evening like this could never happen in Wyoming.

Look, look, look.

The hell is walking out in the end, in front of the orchestra.

Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen,

I almost thought of it.

We still have to show you,

upon the word of the great English detective,

that never again, so my new world,

be an accompaniment for better.

Henceforth, each melody will be for life,

and love and laughter.

I voted the battle of the finest focus

in each of your tables.

Raise your glasses and place me

as I now conduct my world.

Bring a glass from the kiss of dance.

Come on.

Say, doctor, I really like that story.

That was a battle.

Well, isn't it?

A highly placed police official,

and the last person in the world,

you think you'll be murdered.

I must confess, I wasn't of so much help

to homes in solving that case.

Oh, don't let that worry you, doctor.

After all, Holmes almost missalving it himself.

Oh, thank you, my lord.

And I saw you.

But it certainly was one of the most interesting cases

that I was ever connected with.

I know what you mean.

You know, I came across quite an interesting case,

myself, the other day.

Oh, you don't say where?

Right in my own house.

Oh, that's interesting.

What kind of case?

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Tonight Sherlock Holmes' adventure was written by Dennis Greene

and Anthony Baucher,

and was suggested by an incident

in Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's story,

The Adventure of the Illustrious Client.

Music is by Dean Posler.

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