Sherlock Holmes – Murder Beyond the Mountains. ep198, 460114

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1:03If not the most delicious. Petri so turned is not only wonderful with chicken, it's great with fish or any kind of seafood, too. Get a bottle of Petri so turned. When it's a Petri wine, it's a good wine. And now I'm sure Dr Watson's expecting us, so let's go in and join him. Oh, there you are, Mr. Bartel. Good evening, Dr.. Good evening. Throughout your chair by the fire. That's it. The tobacco's in the jar beside you over there. Thanks. Well, Dr. already for tonight's new Sherlock Holmes adventure? Yes, Mr. Bartel. On this occasion I'm going to tell the story a little differently. You see, I didn't take part in it myself. So I shall act as an errator and recump the adventure as it was told me some years after it actually took place. Told you by Sherlock Holmes, I suppose. Yes.

2:04The time, the story happened, the whole world, including myself, believed that my old friend had been dead for three years. What did he do with himself during those three years, Dr.? Wondered about the world, Persia, Egypt, South of France, and two years of his time was spent in Tibet, where he disguised himself as an Norwegian explorer by the name of Circusum, his object being to visit the verbinus city of Lazer. The story began as Holmes stood on the outskirts of a tiny encampment, high in the Tibetan snows disguised as an Norwegian circus. Surrounding him was an exciting group of native guides, a fur-capped faces and shaggy sheepskin coats, making them appear like strange wild animals, as they stood there gesticulating wild there. The freezing wind, well-great clouds of snow away from the mountain top that loomed above them. And Holmes told me that he felt a premonition of impending disaster.

3:10Sob, my men will go no further. They say the goddess of the mountain is angry. If we climb further, she will swallow us up. She will bury us. We cannot go back now. We have come so far, thousand feet, eight hundred feet high on which we shall reach fast. We shall be safe. I will not go. We can stay back there in the camp until the goddess of the mountain tells us we may go further. He is right. We can go. We don't want to go anymore. Two. Four. If you stay here in the wilderness, in the village, and the abalone comes, you will all defer it. You will be swept away. The only abroad lies upward. We will not go. But for the test, the wasted life is the necessity of the internet. That I shall go on alone. Holmes was the only one who survived. He struggled up the path that led to safety.

4:12The guy's the girl whipping around in a frenzy. A few moments after he reached the top, the avalanche occurred. The tents, the guides, all the equipment were buried beneath hundreds of feet of hurtling, wondering the snow. The way behind him was closed. He could only forge ahead, alone, an 80-d descent of the path that led to the plateau beyond. The goddess of the mountain was still angry. Through the nifing wind and snow he battled on. Without food and without as he told me later, much hope. Even Holmes was helpless in that battle of men against the elements. What happened in that 36 hours? He never really knew, except for the wind howled and the driving snow slashed at him without mercy. Finally, his mind began to wander. And he became delirious. What's in there, boy? And am I val in will you? Mariati, I want to introduce to you the goddess of the mountain.

5:13I think you'll have a lot in common. Two twenty-one B.Beggs to Cavvy, and for heaven's sake get me as fast as you can. I think I've caught a chew. The row his mind was wondering. His great strength combined with instinctive urge for self-preservation must have kept him on his feet. But finally he returned to normal consciousness to find himself jogging along a rough road in a primitive cart, drawn by two oxen. The sun shining on him and a white girl feeding him warm broth from a cup. For a moment the girl looked at him with a comforting smile. You wonder you look puzzled poor man, you can't make up your mind whether you're in this world or the next. Why, you wonder how did I get here, please? My name is Aileen Filey. I'm a medical missionary. I found you wandering out of your mind two days ago. And I've taken you under my wing.

6:14We're going to the monastery of Pontia Pushpa. I know it's good to hear you miss Filey. You have saved my life to admit me to introduce myself. My name is Sikasen, Olaf Sikasen. I'm an Norwegian explorer. Oh no, no, your name is Sherlock Holmes and you're a famous English detective. Mr. Holmes, you've been delirious for the last two days. In your ravings I was delighted to learn that the great Sherlock Holmes did not die two years ago at the Ragnback Falls. I can see that further simulation is useless, my dear young lady. However, I must applaud you to keep my secret. It's essential that for a while longer the world continues to think they did. You don't need to worry, Mr. Holmes. I'm a great admirer of yours and I promise that no one will ever learn your secret from my lips. Try doing it a little more, brah. You're dreadfully weak. Thank you so much. Help me, please. Please, so give me a hand. Another white man travels the road to Pontia Pushpa. Stop the cart. You need help?

7:14Ah! My own cart has broken the wheel. You're going perhaps to the monastery of Pontia Pushpa. We are? Good. You have to meet your Norwegian imperial Russian and I will travel with you. Please, Tomykrom. As possible. I remember my secret. And the cart may proceed. Puni Mesh. Your name, please, young lady. I, Lene Crawley, I'm an American medical missionary. I do not approve of missionaries, but you are very beautiful. The barragein will forgive you. Who is this modic lying on the floor? He looks half dead. I am half dead, Gospod in Boivin. My name is Sigerson. I am Norwegian. What is in Norwegian doing in Tibet? I have been exploring the mountains. And what may I ask is a Russian doing in Tibet? Gospod in Boivin. What is a Russian doing? You shall see my friend. To Holy Mother Russia shall belong Tibet.

8:14But now let us be gay. We have some hours ahead of us. You are like what comes as well? I'm afraid I don't drink. Boivin will teach you to drink. Then he will sing you songs of his native Russia. We shall be happy. Hey, chikki, chikki, chikki, go. I have not yet reached. I am singing. Holmes told me that every note jar is aching, weary head. After a few hours the strangely assorted trio arrived at the gates of the monastery. The edifice as Holmes told me of great antiquity and of breathtaking beauty and built in the shadow of a giant mountain. He was fed and bathed and shortly afterwards he found himself together with his two companions in the presence of the head abit himself. A man of great age and infinite wisdom. The faint chanting of religious music could be heard coming from another part of the monastery. As the old man...

9:24My dear Miss Farley, my dear gentle man, I have welcomed you to the monastery. And yet each one of you has come to me separately and asked that he be given permission to go to the sacred city of Lausa. I cannot give that permission, my children. Borujin has traveled a long way. Russia will be most unhappy if it does not get the permission. I am an explorer, sir. Will not that fact entitle me to some consideration? I too have traveled a great way, sir. My children, I realize your claims. But the permission is not in my power to grant. Tibet is ruled by our Chinese overlords. In any case, I will ask you to turn your heads. The gentleman approaching us has preceded you in residence here. He also wishes to tread the road to Lausa. You have new visitors, I say? Yes, my son. Commit me to introduce you to Harvey Fawister.

10:24And this is Miss Eileen Farley. How do you know? How do you do, sir, Harvey? Gospo, Dean, Farley, Dean, from Russia. How do you know? One cannot travel the world without meeting an Englishman. God, we push you, what's it? And Mr. Olaf's legacy from North Bay, God's axe, a heart. How do you know? Please be seated. My children, the Chinese ruler in this province has heard of your presence here. He has announced his intention of visiting you. Before he arrives, I should like to ask you each a question. Four of you, all from different countries, have traveled here to the mountains of Tibet. That is monastery. I can offer you refreshment, the opportunity of acquiring wisdom and peace. What more do you seek in Lausa? I shall ask you each that question in turn. You, Miss Farley, what do you seek?

11:26I seek the opportunity to bring both God and health to your Tibetan people. And you, Mr. Sigr, sir? I seek to chart the true course of your mountains and so to bring knowledge to the world. And you, God's Bodine, Boredine. I seek to bring about complete understanding between the great peoples of Tibet and Russia. If I succeed, the tsar and his family may consider turning to Buddhism. Indeed. And you, Sir Harvey, as representative of the British government, what do you seek? I shall not join in this contest of wishful thinking. I merely remind you, sir, that your government has signed a treaty with mine. And was not that treaty forced upon us by our Chinese overlords? No, my children. You have advanced brave reasons, but... I cannot help remembering not the streams of Tibet, but our gold nuggets, the sides of hazelnuts. You, foreigners, and your pitiful ignorance is still gold.

12:32That signals the arrival of Watson, the Chinese emissary. Your problems will soon be settled, my children. I will acquaint him with your request. Are you smiling, Mr. Holmes? At the name of the Chinese overlords, Watson. Mr. Boyd, following the old habits and saying, elementary might hear Watson. He's going to speak. Silence! Silence! The abbot has told me, oh, wishes! I will hold confidence. American lady, and no virgin will knock me out. Only great Britain and Russia have treaties with my country. I insist that I have prior right over the Russian representative. Lord, wash me! I represent it, sir. And Russia is your neighbour. I demand my diplomatic privilege. Follow me! I will decide these things. Not you! I shall inform the British consulate, Piquini, if this is a result of the sharp. All in all, Russia will never... Well, Mr. Holmes, it looks as if you and I at any rate don't get to Lasse?

13:34No. You look worried. Does the journey to Lasse mean so much to you? It isn't that I'm worried about the potential danger that hangs over this monastery. Violent forces are at work. Could you mean, Mr. Holmes? As you know, Miss Folly, I have some specialised acquaintance with these matters, and I tell you that I have really seen more clearly exemplified that emotional tension which leads to one thing. Murder! That is what I'm afraid of, young lady. Murder! That's all. That was what Holmes was afraid of. Later that day, as the sun was setting over the mountain top, the old abbot walked slowly in the monastery garden. As he talked to the man who he thought... ...as he seemed. What can I do to help you? Our conversation has pleased me. You are a man of rare perception and knowledge. I grant you one worthy to enter Lasse, but I can offer no hope. Mr. Wah has already rejected the applications of both the Englishman and the Russian. He did that, he did my son.

14:35He told me they were both very angry and threatened. If anything were to happen to the Chinese Embassy, would you have the right to grant permission for Johnny to Lasse? Yes, until then you would be invited from Beijing. But what are you suggesting, my son? This monastery is a haven of peace. A backwater far from the troubled stream of life. No violence has ever occurred. I hope it never will. The Chinese envoy was threatened to say a reverence. Yes, my son. He has left the monastery, of course. No, though he would come here even for a short visit. Mr. Breitwaterson, sleep at least one night. Mr. Wah is caught in the cell you see before. Then do you mind if we call on him a reverence? Of course not, my son. Though you will, but waste your breath in talking to him. He will not give you permission to take the road to Lasse. He sleeps, my son. Let us not disturb him. You don't mind a reverence, sir.

15:36I must awaken him if he can be awakened. What can be wrong? I think I know. I'm going in. Where is your answer, Reverend, sir? He is dead. Yes, sir. Strangled with his own cue. The poor, misguided man has taken his own life. No, sir. Look at those marks on his shoulder. He has been murdered. But what are we to do? As it happens, Reverend, sir, I had certain amount of experience with these matters in my own country. If I were to produce the murderer for you, with certain proof of his guilt, would you authorize my going to Lasse? Yes, since for a few days that permission is mine to give, I will grant it. You fill me with a strange confidence. But how will you find this taker of life? I can't tell you now, sir, but I shall find him.

16:37All that I require is a little assistance from you, sir. Of course. What is it? Let us both leave this cell, post guard here and give him strict orders that no one is to enter and less company by me. Very well, but my son, where are you going? Before very long, sir, I hope to be on my way to Lasse. Dr. Watson will tell us the rest of his story immediately, so I'll just take a second to remind you that hamburgers. Yep, hamburgers, are practically in all American food. We all love a good hamburger, but will you taste a juicy hamburger together with a glass of Petri, California burgundy? Why that Petri burgundy is a hearty red wine that's just the best friend a hamburger or steak or any kind of meat dish ever had? So remember, if you want a red wine for dinner, you want Petri burgundy. If you prefer a white wine, you want Petri so turned. If you can't make up your mind, which you want,

17:38it's simple. Don't buy one, buy two, but always buy Petri. PETRI, Petri. Dr. Watson, it seems to me that Sherlock Holmes was in a tough spot. There he was, thousands of miles from England, a murderer was running loose, Holmes was in disguise, and he hadn't got you to help him on the kid. Thank you, Mr. Bartel. I must say, I think that I was useful to my old friend, but I wasn't there. So this time he enlisted the services of Eileen Parly, the American girl. Immediately after he'd left the cell of the murdered man, he'd gone to Miss Folly and told over the tragedy. As they'd returned to the scene of the crime, he found that his instructions had been carried out and that a guard was barring the entrance. The dead man's cell. There's a guard in front of the cell. Mind instructions. The abbot gave you your orders. Yes, are you megal in? Please close the door behind us.

18:40I'll show you an answer to this, Miss Folly. It's not a pretty sight. I've seen Sudden Death before, Mr. Holmes. In any case, I wouldn't dare up your frighten. I'm so flattered that you asked me to help you. You were the only one who knew my true identity. And that's why I suggest you take my old friend's place. I need to watch when I say I need to be a sounded and sounding board for my deductions, when we're here, like a match. There we are. Now, here's a candle. Oh! I wonder if it wasn't a pretty sight. Hold the candle, will you, Miss Folly? Thank you. This isn't hard to reconstruct. Kill us to it behind his victim, held him by the left shoulder. So, one of his Cuba round his neck, he pulled back. Yes, yes. The marks are self-evident. Hello? What's this on the floor of speed? A cigarette. Dropped as it was burning, I should think. And now it's nothing but ash. Shackly ash. Now, put to the visitors at the monastery, smoke cigarettes. Yourself? The Russian and so harbied the Englishmen. I think we may justifiably omit myself from the list of suspects. So that narrows us down to two. Miss Folly?

19:40What is it? There are clear traces here to the naked eye, not only of tobacco ash and paper, but of cardboard. What does that signify, Mr. Hall? The case is nearly solved. Come on, young lady. We must pay a visit to Borod in Celle at once. Arguments! Always are Harvey Forrest, or you give me the argument. What's my dear Borod? I am not your dear Borodin. I am Pieter, the meter of which Borodin embassied the revolum of Russia and the friend of yours. Come in, come in, come in. The missionary girl and the signal region. Come in. We will drink vodka. And I will sing Russian songs for you. We haven't come here to listen to songs. The Chinese envoy was murdered tonight. So we have been told my dear. Harvey and I are very happy because of his death. Nor we not. Well, I won't pretend I'm heartbroken. What is it, Norwegian? You were in the cell tonight at the time of the murder.

20:43That's all I can prove it. In that cell I just found ashes, totally burned cigarette ashes that included fragments of cardboard. Only of Russian cigarette has a cardboard mouthpiece. What you can or cannot prove is of no interest to me, Sigurson. He's very obsolete tonight, Sigurson. We've just been having a political argument. Couldn't agree on a single point, except on the danger of the common man. He was telling me of the most extraordinary revolution in his estates. Do you know they chopped off one of his hands? Your hand borrowed it. Which one? As God was merciful my left hand. 21 beneath your blood. He's made of wax, my good Norwegian. He's made of wax. Mercy for yourself. Extraordinary. It's more than that. It is conclusive proof. What do you mean, Mr. Sigurson? I cannot tell you now. I must leave you here. Let me warn you. The three of you will be well advised to keep an eye on each other. Meanwhile, I must see the abbot. I must see. Because now I know who murdered.

21:43Vatsun. The pink fingers of dawn are stealing across the mountain top, my son. Soon you will be on your way to Lasse. Yes, Reverend Sir. You have kept your promise. You have kept yours, Mr. Sigurson. The Chinese soldiers have arrived and the taker of life has been given into their custody. Before you leave my son, I want you to do something for me. I'll be back. Before you leave my son, I want you to do something for me. Anything, Reverend Sir, what is it? The hooded figure in the corner is that of the monastery scribe. He keeps our annals. I want you to explain for our records how you knew which one of the three was the taker of life.

22:44It was not difficult, sir. The killer had gripped Vatsun's shoulder with the left hand when the right was used to strangle him. Therefore the Russian boarding could not be the killer since his left hand was out of his way. Quite so. It was as you told me, made of wax. Then but the clue of the secret pointed directly to the Russian. Therefore it had obviously been planted there deliberately to incriminate him. Now there is no crane police force in Tibet. In the ignore police, there is no crime here, my son. But continue. Why should the secret be planted to incriminate the Russian? Unless there was someone capable of making the deduction from a handful of cigarette ash. Therefore the murderer was a one person who knew my true identity. This island Fali, a supposed mission of the no missionary, as it transpired when she confessed and no American. No, a secret servant's agent of a mere German arching seeking to reach Lassa before the Russians. And infuriated by Vatsun's denial of passage. Any secret services that are off without such employee.

23:46She will pay for her mortal sins. May she redeem herself in her next place on the wheel. Vatsun, guess what I'm on, sir? You are about to leave me. And I shall never see you again. Though evil and death came to punch your push bar and to my monastery in the caravan that brought you here. I shall miss you, my son. I shall miss you greatly. And I, you, reverence, sir. Would you consider staying here? I can only offer you peace, a shelter from the outside world and quiet companionship. Three great gifts, sir. But I cannot take them. My work is not done. I must go on. Of course, my son. It was a no man's dream. One last question. What is it, sir? You spoke of your true identity just now. Who are you, my son?

24:49Revolence, sir. I cannot tell even you the answer to that question. One day, perhaps, but not now. Let us just say that I have wandered through world of trouble. Just as you have remained tranquil in the world of peace. I hope, sir, that we should meet again. I hope so too. Goodbye, my son. Goodbye, reverence, sir. Goodbye. The end of the show. Doctor, that was really an unusual story. You told it so well. I felt you were actually a part of it. My boys, I said the story was told to me by home.

25:52I never been to Tibet. I never really wanted to go to Tibet. Hormel mountains, terrible weather. That's a badness on the roads. Doctor, you're not afraid of danger, are you? Ten years ago, Mr. Bartell, a question like that had been insult. Today, I realize that all of us, unless we're stupid, have some fear of danger. I would say that I'm definitely not a coward. Nor am I a thrill-seeker, but I've done with searching for something new. Me too, doctor. I'm through searching for something new also. Now that I've found Patrick, why am I going to stick to it? Mr. Bartell, no matter what we talk about, when you say it, it always sounds like Patrick Wiley. Well, I'm not. I can't think of a more delicious wine. And no wonder. The Petri family has been making the fine Petri wines for generations. Ever since the 1800s, they've handed on down from father to son, from father to son, the fine art of turning luscious, sun-ripen grapes into fragrant, delicious wine.

26:56And because the making of Petri wine is a family affair, you can rest assured that the Petri family takes pride in doing a good job. They won't put that name, Petri, on any wine that isn't up to the high Petri standards. Yes, if it's Petri wine, you know it's good wine. Because Petri took time to bring you good wine. Well, doctor, what's in what new Sherlock Holmes adventure do you plan to tell us next week? Well, now, next week, Mr. Bartell, I'm going to tell you a story that started off in a very lighthearted way, and ended on the same note. And yet, you've involved Sherlock Holmes in myself in serious danger and causes intense humiliation. I call it the adventure of the pigeon feathers. That sounds well, doctor. Oh, thank you, thank you very much. And before you go, I want to remind the families of our return veterans that their sons are more than heroes. They're not only fought bravely, but in the armed forces they acquired new skills. They learned or bettered themselves in some trade or further their education.

27:58I'm in a return with a new maturity and a new wisdom. They'll be more valuable to past or to future employers and more valuable to their country. The greatest assets America has at this moment are her veterans. Remember that. Good night. Tonight Sherlock Holmes adventure was written by Dennis Green and Anthony Boucher and was suggested by an incident in the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle story, the adventure of the empty house. Music is by Dean Fossler. Mr. Rathbone appears through the courtesy of Metro Golden Mayor and Mr. Bruce through the courtesy of Universal Pictures where they are now starring in the Sherlock Holmes series. The Petri wine company of San Francisco, California invites you to tune in again next week, same time, same station. Sherlock Holmes comes to you from our Hollywood studio.

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