All language subtitles for Im Banne des Unheimlichen (1968) [BD25].en

In the name of the Father, the
Son and the Holy Spirit, amen.

The family doesn't want
any recordings, Miss Ward.

Yes. But my boss, the newspaper
king, insists that I do the event

hold in the picture.

He is also famous for his
donations to needy village churches.

Then he could
occasionally think of ours.

Who is the man next to Sir Cecil?
- Mr. Merryl, the family solicitor.

I already know that one.
I mean the gentleman on the other side.

Dr. Brand, Head of Cottage Hospital.

Next to him is Adela Pim,
head nurse at the hospital.

Both are indebted
to the late Sir Oliver.

He made significant
donations to the hospital.

And now you expect the
same from your successor, huh?

Don't we all hope so?
Sir Oliver was a great benefactor.

May his soul and the souls of
all who have passed away in faith

rest in peace. Amen.

(Singing) If I
ever have to part,

so don't part...

(Sneering Laughter)

(Voice) Hello!
This is Edgar Wallace speaking!

"The Zombie Walks"

"Well, friends, make haste to the light.

That was my brother's voice.
Oliver laughed in his coffin.

Dead people don't laugh, Sir Cecil.
- I heard it! Everyone heard it!

You heard it too, Dr. Brand!
- Oliver is dead. If it was a laugh,

then it didn't come out of the coffin.
- Who laughs at a funeral?

The heirs and the undertaker.
- I'm Peggy Ward from the London Star.

What do you have to say to our readers?
- The facts about the death of my

poor brother should be well known.
- We would like to know more!

Dr. Brand, you identified the body?
- I was one among many,

who identified the body.
- Also the "London Star"

should rest a dead
man, Miss Ward.

Please! - Thanks.

One more beer! And a rum with it.
Yes, you have to take advantage of it,

when Sir Cecil pays for all.
- Rum on beer? No wonder,

that you West Indians have such funny ideas.
- They mean I'm weird

because I'm telling the truth? I
heard Sir Oliver laugh in his coffin.

And I saw him coming out of the church.
- Alone? Or did he have a small one

pink elephants on a leash?
- I am not drunk. I know,

what I saw It was Sir Oliver.
- Impossible! My customers don't leave.

Here in the West
Indies, Corpses can walk.

We call them "Zombies".
Sir Oliver is a Zombie.

Superstition!
- What does your Zombie look like?

Just like you.

A shadow of your size.
- You're crazy!

Ah, the reporter snooping around.
- Your voice sounds familiar to me.

Did you laugh at the funeral service?
- Better stay out.

This is no place for ladies.
- I'm not a lady.

You're the undertaker who
brought Sir Oliver to Crowfield.

That's it, ma'am.
- I need your help.

My sincere condolences.
Would you like burial or cremation?

Neither. What do you think of
the rumor about the late Sir Oliver?

I've been a funeral director
in Crowfield for 30 years.

I've never had a Corpse laugh.
- The funeral service must break your nerves...

put a lot of strain on.
Is that why you came here for a drink?

I like being among the living.
Further questions?

Where's the phone here?

Ah, thank you very much!

This is Peggy Ward. Editor, hurry!

Crowfield sensation!
Corpse laughs at own funeral!

The laughing Corpse... Thank you very much.
The laughing Corpse of Crowfield!

The Crowfield sensation! Thank you very much.
The laughing Corpse... thank you very much...

by Crowfield!
Corpse laughs at own funeral!

Hello Nick.
- Ah, hello! Morning inspector.

Great box, that thing with the Corpse.
- Something else. Keep the rest

Thanks sir.
The big sensation in Crowfield!

Hello! Good morning - You
still dare to show yourself here?

I waited 2 hours last night for
you to pick me up for dinner!

I'm sorry, but I had a date
with a moral rascal last night.

You've dated a lot of rascals,
just not me! You are a bird

who always flies away, Higgi.
- Mabel, don't call me Higgi.

As long as I'm here in the office,
I'm entitled to my rank, right?

Sure, Inspector Higgi! (Phone)

(Sir Arthur) Miss Finley?
- Yes, Sir John?

Sir Arthur, if you please, yes?
- Ah, shoot!

Miss Finley, I know you
adored, not to say loved, Sir John!

But you must forget him. He is
65 and has earned his Pension well.

I'm not the youngest anymore
either, but it would still be nice of you,

if you get used to my name in
the future! It's not that bad either.

Good morning
Higgins, please come in.

Did you read that?
- Yes. No case for Scotland Yard.

We live in a free country where
even the Corpses are allowed to laugh,

it's not against the law.
- Why would a Corpse laugh?

Funerals can be tremendous fun.
The dead no longer have to pay taxes.

Or he was glad to be rid of his wife.
- Sir Oliver was a bachelor.

Maybe they tickled him to death.
- Or he spotted something nice up there

for entertainment.
- Entertainment, exactly! Miss Finley,

did you order my ballet tickets?
- Yes, Sir Arthur,

they are at the box office.
- Do you have a weakness for ballet?

My dear Higgins, if you've lived your
life without the stomping of police boots

has heard, then one appreciates
the dancing elegance of a Nureyev.

Olé!

I know that Oliver always
carried this watch with him.

They found her next to the dead man.
This is proof!

But his scorpion ring was never found.
- Don't get bogged down in delusions.

A ring can be lost,
burned, charred,

merge, what do I know!
Your brother is dead, Sir Cecil.

10,000 pounds, the last installment.
- Are you sure it's the last one?

The lady has a very high price.
- It's the last one, Merryl!

Please.
- I'll give it to her tomorrow.

Do you want to drive now?
- Yes, I have to be in London in the morning.

It's very foggy.

And... he was seen again.

Don't believe in this fairy tale!
Sir Oliver is in his coffin. Forever.

Lock your door, draw the
curtains and go to sleep.

You're a little tired.
The nerves! Good night.

Hello? What is it?

hey...

sir...

Sir Oliver!

This is Peggy Ward! Give me
Scotland Yard, Inspector Higgins! fast!

A dream becomes true!
I've been living on spaghetti for two weeks

just because I'm waiting for
you to take me out to dinner.

Madam. monsieur - Thanks.
thank you - Thanks.

Skol.

Mom mia! - That's a Zombie.

You really wanted to try it.
Zombies are also called in the West Indies

the spirits of the dead rising from the graves. right Abas?
- Very much.

So, twice crab mayonnaise.
- Very much.

Two Mexican ducks. - Very much.

And...
- I'd love to.

For you, inspector!

Higgi, please don't answer!
- Maybe she's as pretty as you.

Yes? Yes, on the phone.

No. No!

yes, good Yes I come!

Duck deleted! - Very much.

Inspector!
- Yes, Stofford, what's up?

I found that back there.

Check for fingerprints immediately!
- Yes, sir.

who is the killer - It is
not yet clear at this point

if it was murder at all. There
are no outward signs of violence.

Mr. Merryl was scared to death!
- Hmm?

This is Miss Peggy Ward from the London Star.
- The inventor of the "laughing Corpse".

And eyewitness to this murder.
- As an eyewitness, you should be dead.

But I'm extremely
lively, you can pinch me.

But not on duty!
- Arthur, what is it? I think,

we wanted to go to your house?
- Don't be so impatient, darling!

Adorable. Any leads, Higgins?

The tracks are currently being investigated.
- Just!

Mr. Potter, the vicar of Crowfield!
- The reporter, my church

made famous. And who are the gentlemen?
- Scotland Yard.

What? police here? Did something happen?
- Just a little murder.

Sir Cecil! He was murdered!
- Not him, his lawyer.

Sir Cecil called me this evening and
asked if he could come and see me.

But he didn't come. That's why I went
looking for him. And that's why I'm here.

And why did he want to visit you?
- Sir Cecil has tonight

saw his dead brother at the window.
(Bell Ringing)

That applies to me. My wife
worries I might get lost in the fog.

So she helps me to find the direction.
- Higgins! wait a minute Higgins!

This is also your direction! So,
now do your duty, I'll do mine.

Good night gentlemen! So,
my darling, now I'm finally here!

Did you have to wait so long?

Donald! Thank god you're coming!
We found Sir Cecil in the graveyard!

Dead? - Unconscious!

I have Dr. Brand called,
he's already on his way!

He'll come to. He just
needs a good shot of whisky.

We only have sherry.
- Pull out the big Bible

over there from the shelf.
- But inspector!

Yes?

Ah... oh, wonder!

What then?

You are not the first minister
in my career, Mr. Potter.

Just! I prescribe the medication!
- Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening.

A big shock. His whole
body tensed up in panic.

The Corpse must have frightened him.
- Do not believe such nonsense!

But of course she believes it, Doc.
She gave birth to this Corpse

as their spiritual child, so to speak.
- What! mass hysteria!

This... will calm him down.

Dr. Brand, would you tell me
where you spent the evening?

In bed.
- Do you have any witnesses?

I'm a widower, inspector.
- So you could have a lot of witnesses.

I refuse to make such blunts...
- Sir Cecil's lawyer was murdered today.

How terrible.
- The culprit must be local

and is still hanging around here somewhere.
- Adela! What are you doing here?

I just came from a twin birth.
- Are you the village midwife?

she is everything She is my right hand.
- I almost ran over Ramiro.

He was lying in front of the cemetery,
across the street. And smelled of rum!

Alcohol is poison for him!
- Who is the man?

Ramiro, our stonemason.
He lives over in the tool shed.

Why did you bring him here?
- I wanted to bring him home,

but then I saw a shadow
lurking between the tombstones.

Did this shadow have a face too?
- No, but Ramiro was shaking and said,

Sir Oliver had risen from his grave.

It was my dead brother's shadow.
His eyes were staring at me too.

A Zombie face.
- He has to go to bed!

Come on Adela, we'll bring him over.
If the Corpse keeps walking around

our village will become a madhouse!
- I want to talk to Sir Cecil alone.

Please, inspector.

Ms. Ward.

a cracker, huh? - What?

My legs.

Sir Cecil, do you know any reason
why Mr. Merryl was murdered?

My dead brother killed him.
- I rather think,

that this murder was committed by
a living person, for personal reasons.

Merryl's valuables were all
there, his wallet untouched.

How much money did you find on him?
- A nice sum, at least 150 pounds.

Then it was robbery. Merryl was
carrying £10,000 in an envelope.

I gave him the money myself.
- Well, that means

the killer could not have been a Corpse.
Dead people don't usually need money.

My brother was always a spendthrift.
- What did you give Merryl £10,000 for?

For a lady.
- What is that lady?

It doesn't matter.

What's her name?

I don't want to give her name.

A Zombie! Do you have 7 types of rum?
- Yes, sir.

It's 10,000.

She...

Where the hell are you?
- Sorry, I only had one beer.

I didn't think you'd
be done so soon.

You've saved yourself £10,000, sir.
I think I earn half.

Hello inspector!

Oh, Miss Ward.
- What are you looking for here in the press center?

A few letters I lost yesterday.

Have you read the "London Star" yet?
- I'm not interested in the newspaper.

Too bad you should read it.
Oh, here comes my bus! So long!

An interesting article by Peggy Ward.

The autopsy reports, Sir Arthur.
In both cases, the cause of death was

a blood clot in the coronary arteries.
- Miss Ward already knows the killer.

Here!

"Both victims died after the appearance
of a so-called Zombie". Zombie!

"Unfortunately Scotland Yard were
not interested in the identity of this man.

It is believed that Scotland Yard is even more
helpless now than it was at the time of...

Na?

The retired Sir John."

That's an insult!
Who is conducting the investigation here?

You or Miss Ward?
I demand a report!

What are you doing? What are you up to?

I'm going to read, Sir Arthur.
- Zombie!

That doesn't help me either.
- It's a pity that you don't find me

what you seek, inspector.
- I have to limit myself to things

which cannot be detected in
the human body, e.g. B. Poison.

Then I have to look elsewhere.

Maybe this: "The Poisons of the Aztecs".

An Inquiry into the Arrow Poisons of
the Primitive Tribes of the West Indies.

By Professor N. Bound, London, 1967.
- This is exactly what I need!

Sorry, there's only one copy of the
book and it was loaned out yesterday.

Can you identify to whom?
- To a... Miss Peggy Ward.

Help! Help!
- Miss Ward, open up!

Help! Help!

Help!

Oh, darling, you kiss wonderfully.

I'm not kissing, I'm pumping
oxygen into your lungs.

You are great. Make love not war.

Now pull yourself together, Miss Ward.
They almost got murdered!

murdered? - Yes.

That book you snatched from
under my nose in the library

that saved your life. - A book?

The book!

It's gone! The Corpse took it!
- What body?

That Zombie, he wanted to kill me!

Perhaps the Corpse laughed too?
- Why don't you want to believe me?

If you hadn't come, I'd be dead!
- That's one of the special assets

by Scotland Yard.
- Why did he want to kill me?

Maybe he read the "London Star"?
- And why did he steal the book?

Certainly for the same reasons as you.
- There is only this copy!

I know.
Professor Bound, London, 1967.

Get well soon, Miss Ward, and
beware... of laughing Corpses!

Excluded!
We cannot give any information.

We are in an urgent
scientific work.

Scotland Yard.

Inspector Higgins.

Yes, I thought this was all over.
- What would be over?

I want to see what I can do for you.
- That would be lovely.

Unfortunately I can't
help you, my boy.

Take care.

Professor Bound is waiting for you.
- How nice!

Caution! The head is primed
with a deadly neurotoxin.

It would be a pity for you, Inspector
Higgins. Please take a seat.

Are you Professor Bound? - Yes.

Is it also prepared?

It is advisable not to touch
objects or people in this room.

When it comes to touching people,
I know exactly where my limits are.

You would like information about a poison that
causes cardiac thrombosis and chemically...

is not detectable in the human body?
- Why do you think that?

I read newspaper -
Is there such a poison?

There is much talk of such
a poison in Aztec history.

You have written a book about
it that you are planning to publish

have withdrawn.
- I don’t have that.

The prosecutor withdrew it.
- Is it indiscreet to ask why?

No. My book contains hints on
how to make the mentioned poison.

How is it then that the London
Library owns a copy of this book

although the prosecutor has forbidden it?
- This copy is a preprint.

It's the only thing
that exists, by the way.

Can you think of a reason
someone stole the specimen?

I might be interested in that, for
example, but it wasn't necessary.

Please. It was mailed
to me this morning.

I am very thankful for that.
- Do you know the sender?

No, but here's his name.
A certain Mr Bannister.

From Crowfield. - Bannister?

Yes. - Thanks.

What's that supposed to mean? I
need rest when designing for eternity.

And now the smile of the Mona Lisa.

Perfect!

sir...

Please! Sir! Sir! No! No!

How long has he been dead?
- One hour at most. No outer ones

Injuries, as in the other cases.
- How do you know?

Did you see the other dead?

What are you doing here, Miss Ward?
Pleasure addict again?

I sniff a sensation. My nose is
the guarantee of my headlines.

Or the nail in your coffin. How
do you even know I'm here?

Professor Bound was kind
enough to tell me where to find you.

Really friendly. And now
get out! Please. goodbye

How come you were here
immediately after the murder, Dr. Brand?

We wanted to visit Bannister.
We found him dead and informed you.

Bannister and I were old friends.
- Yes, doctor and undertaker are

always good friends.
Do you know how many are on hold here?

Just a few I suppose.
- For funeral homes, it's one

dead season. No flu epidemic,
no contagious jaundice.

Just a few murders.

But you scared me! - Miss Ward!

Dr. Brand, Sir Cecil is asking for help.
He saw his dead brother again.

I accompany her.

I want to know the truth! What did
you do in London yesterday and today?

It was a very important thing.
- Did you at least pick up the money?

Sir Oliver did not consider
our community in his will.

But should Sir Cecil die
within a year, the fortune will

equally between
you, the hospital

and Mr. Bannister divided.
- Mr. Bannister was murdered last night.

Ashes to Ashes. Dust to dust.
- You say that so indifferently,

as you expected.
- A pastor buries so many people,

that he becomes indifferent.
- Basically is death

part of our business.

Isn't that right, pastor?

My brother was a devil!
He was always a devil as long as he lived.

Sir Oliver never hurt a fly.
- You must know better, Adela.

She loved Oliver.
- Don't always open old wounds!

Actually she loved me. When she heard
that Oliver was the heir to the fortune,

her love suddenly belonged to him.
- I was very young then.

I met Oliver after the accident.
- Which accident?

Oliver fell off his horse. His
broken hipbone required surgery.

He was in plaster for half a year.
I was allowed to take care of him then.

Love despite the hardest
obstacles, like in the movies!

When was the last time you
saw your deceased brother?

It's been about 18 years. At that
time he decided to leave England

and sever all ties with family.
- because of her!

Interesting. Please go on.
- I don't have time to get old here

to listen to family quarrels.
- We're investigating a murder, Dr. Brand!

I'm not a detective, I'm a doctor.
I mean, this Corpse just exists

in Sir Cecil's brain!

Get out of this house
before you get insane.

Come on Adela.

They won't believe me
until they find me dead.

Let's hope not, Sir Cecil.
We've got enough Corpses now.

Only one thing is certain: someone is
running a pretty nasty masquerade here,

where the only funny thing is
that you can even be yourself.

Your imagination takes dangerous forms.
- Whenever a murder happened,

you were alone and without witnesses!
- Why should I have murdered Merryl?

And Sabri...
-Yes?

Nothing!

I know you were at the nightclub
when Sabrina was murdered there.

I didn't murder her!
- Then another needs your hat

put there. anyone we know

stop!

do you believe me now

Inspector!

Inspector.

Inspector Higgins was struck down.
- Who hit him?

I don't know. I only saw a
shadow disappear in the fog.

He urgently needs
mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!

Peggy, do you still have the photos from Sir Oliver's funeral?
- Yes.

I need her. All.
- They are in my darkroom.

Is there a couch too? - Hmm.

This Corpse has an advertisement! It'll
soon be better than that of the Beatles.

Further!

Show me the cleavage, George.

It's interesting!
- Let me at your pleasure

but participate. what is interesting
- Our attractive poison expert

and the great unknown side by side.
- Don't make it so complicated.

With too many midwives, the
child is lost. We need a killer

not 100 suspects! - Further!

Who is that?
- Sister Adela. She nursed Sir Oliver,

when he was in plaster for months.
The two had an affair with each other.

I hope when he was no longer in plaster.
- Further!

Sabrina! - The killer?

Sabrina was murdered, Sir Arthur.
- Oh yes, of course. A great loss.

Oh, she was an attractive person!

Show me the pictures
from Sabrina's wardrobe.

In the position she is less attractive.
- Further!

Oh! Show me the cleavage, George.

Of course I know him.
This is Captain Rodney Woodbridge.

I have a few questions for him.
- Unfortunately, he cannot answer them.

He's dead.
- That's very unfortunate.

Can you tell me anything
about his private life?

Nothing negative. He was a
bachelor and about to get married

with a former stewardess of ours.
- What's the name?

Pamela Winslow.
- Sir Oliver Ramsey flew last

with your company. Was Mr. Woodbridge
in command of this ill-fated machine?

Yes, but he was innocent. The machine
crashed and exploded on the ground.

And since when is Miss Winslow
no longer with your company?

For one year.
- So since the accident?

No, I remember exactly. A few days
earlier, she resigned without notice.

For what reason?
- Do you know the private life

your secretary, inspector?
- Oh yeah! Do you have Miss Winslow's address?

Naturally. I had them searched
out right after you called.

Does it taste good?
- You can hear that.

Here.

Sabrina!

Is the old man there?

Is the old man there?
- You can hear that!

Got insane? - Just a moment.

Where did you get that?
- From Sabrina's second apartment,

which she inhabited as "Pamela Winslow".
She was also employed under this name

as a stewardess for Commonwealth Airlines.
- Sabrina was the laughing Corpse!

I knew the Corpse was a hoax!
- We have the voice of the Corpse,

now we have to find their owners.
- With 8 million inhabitants in London

sure a little something for you.
- If you help me! where did we hear

the voice of the Corpse for the first time?
- If you know, tell me,

don't ask quizzes!
- At Crowfield Church.

We got him! The priest is the murderer!

The theme of today's sermon
is taken from Psalm 127:

"Where the Lord does not build the house,

those who build it labor in vain."

Amen.

Dear community, even our Lord
cannot build a house without money.

That is why we, his humble helpers,
depend on your willingness to give.

Each coin you put in the
collection plate is a building block

to the cathedral dedicated
to faith, hope and love.

Oliver! He came to murder me!

An ambulance! quick!

Inspector Higgins? Yes it worked.

The laughter could be heard throughout
the church. The switchboard in the church

where the speaker system
was tapped, I found that too.

Wait a moment!

An ambulance is just driving by.
I'm sure he'll pick up Sir Cecil.

Thanks. End.

Caspar! Staying in the hospital
outside of visiting hours is prohibited.

I'm waiting for Sir Cecil.
- He'll be here for at least a week.

I am responsible for his safety.

He's safe in the hospital.
- Not in this hospital.

If you don't want to go, I
have to go to Dr. call fire!

What can I do for you, pastor?
- I want to speak to Sir Cecil.

And give him the comfort of faith.
- You can't speak to him either

donate to him. Sir Cecil is
unconscious in the x-ray room.

In the X-ray room? Is there danger to life?
- Why so worried?

Your church would make
a lot of money if he died.

Is that right, pastor?
- Your hospital too!

Fortunately, we are both selfless
and tower above such considerations.

Why did you tie me here?
I was brought here to be killed!

Don't move now!
I'll take a picture of your skull.

No! No! You're killing me!

Oh, don't talk nonsense.

Already over. Take a rest.

I want to develop the record quickly.

Oli... Oliver!

Oliver, forgive me!

Olivier.

Sir Cecil cannot have committed
the murder! I gave him an injection

who was strong enough for an elephant.
- But Sir Cecil is not an elephant!

Can I see the ampoule?
- I threw them away.

Why would Sir Cecil kill
his beloved family doctor?

His beloved lawyer was also murdered!

And his beloved undertaker!
- And his beloved Sabrina!

Are you sure it was murder?
It could also have been a heart attack.

This is the ailment of all
overworked middle-aged men.

Please don't get personal, yes!
- Do you have any experience with poisons?

I have the experience that
any registered nurse has.

There is a poison in which one hundredth
of a milligram in a matter of seconds

leads to a blood clot in the heart.
This is how Sabrina died!

Sabrina - Her voice
betrays jealousy.

Was Sabrina the mistress
of the late Sir Oliver?

She could have been his daughter.
- Overworked, middle-aged gentlemen

often have young lovers who
also contribute to heart attacks.

Sir Oliver died
in a plane crash.

Which has made you £100,000!
- will contribute

when the insurance pays. Sir Oliver
was magnanimous enough to let me into his

use life insurance.
- Look there! I'm still looking for a rich woman

in your age.
- I don't have the money yet.

Where is Sir Oliver's medical report?
- We...

we have no medical record of him.
- I mean the one from his accident.

When he fell off his horse and was in a
cast, 6 months, under your loving care.

I feel like a schizophrenic,
yes, a split personality.

One part is the head of the crime department,
the other part is a common burglar.

Hands up!
- Na!

Forgive me.

Peggy! - Ah, look!

Even in a ballet leotard!
It's an insult to art!

I always wear my "Emma Peel" dress
when I have to break in somewhere.

Give me the stolen document!
- I only borrowed it, Inspector.

And you can read all about it
tomorrow, as always, in the London Star.

Bye bye, gentlemen!

She has the evidence we're looking for.
Why didn't you arrest her?

Because we also read that
we didn't have a search warrant.

We'll soon have more Corpses than in Hamlet.

Glad to see you again!
- What do you want?

She!
And Sir Oliver's medical report.

You can wait a long time!
- No worries. I'll take it.

So.

And now we're going exactly
where you can do nothing more.

Inspector! They want to kill me!
- What are you doing with him?

He was picked up on the basement stairs, he wanted to flee!
- Basement stairs?

I'm being held against my will!
- You're a murder suspect!

Murder?
- Yes, you are an urgent suspect,

to have murdered your chauffeur Caspar
in the basement of this hospital tonight!

Caspar?

Dead? - Where's Sister Adela?

She was called to a sick person.
- Sir Cecil must be closely guarded!

You are responsible to me for his safety!
- You can rest easy.

I will pray for him -
He'll be happy about that.

I hope so.

What do you think of this?
- I'm afraid we have to open the grave.

You mean since we've already
broken into a basement, we can

break open a coffin too, yes?
But not with me, my dear!

Thank you Sir Arthur.

Don't do it alone!
- Ramiro will help me with that.

He will do anything for rum.

your favorite patient?
- A patient like any other.

He called us because
he felt very bad.

What does he have?
- He needed Antrophin.

He needs to go to the hospital urgently!
- Is there danger to life?

Unfortunately, always in such difficult cases.

Sister Adela, how did Ramiro
know Caspar was dead?

I don't know that. He always
gets his orders from the pastor.

Farewell, Inspector.

Who gives you the right to
enter the church at this time?

We are always on duty, Pastor.
You for God and I for Scotland Yard.

This is a house of God.
This is where human power ends.

Also for those who stole Oliver's coffin?
- Sir Oliver rests in peace.

But not down there. The coffin is gone.
- Then only Ramiro can know,

who stole it.
No one could enter the tomb

without Ramiro seeing him.

God be with you, Pastor.

Here, have the vial examined
by the lab immediately.

Call for reinforcements from Sir Arthur,
we have to guard Crowfield Castle.

Where's the patient they
just got in the ambulance?

In the emergency room. Back right.

Inspector! This is a hospital!
- Are you sure about that?

Please leave me alone with Ramiro.
- You're late.

He's dead.
- What?

I want the results of the autopsy in
the yard, signed by the chief physician!

You're making a fool of yourself,
Inspector. Do you think I killed him?

Who knows! Where is Sir Cecil?
- He's sleeping and needs his rest.

He will be guarded as you instructed.
So you can rest easy.

You'll notice when I calm down!

Help!

Help!

Inspector, I decline all responsibility
for the consequences of your conduct!

Sir Cecil desperately needs rest!

Unlock!

Are there more such surprises?
- He suddenly attacked me.

Sir Cecil is insane. Dr. Brand wanted
to refer him to a psychiatric ward.

Is that why he murdered him?
- He is violent, Inspector,

but I don't think he's a murderer.
- What do you think!

Sister, if anything happens to
Sir Cecil, you are responsible.

Announce to all: Sir Cecil Ramsey is to be arrested!
- Yes, sir.

What's the matter -
Patrol 4 just announced,

that someone is playing the organ at the
funeral home. That must be a madman.

Organ? Parker, come with me!

Oh, Inspector! Nice to have you here.
Now we can play four hands.

That makes me happy. Are you throwing a party here?
- That would be lovely, but unfortunately you have

attacked me and kidnapped here.
- Other ladies have constant companions.

I will be your permanent lifesaver.
- Inspector!

Is it that bad?
- Do you need help, sir?

If I can't do it alone, I'll
call you. Search the house!

Yes, sir.

Now tell me, who kidnapped you?
- The stranger. He's the Zombie.

He threatened me and brought me here.
- Then why are you still alive?

Maybe I'm his type.

Wait a moment!

This is Sir Oliver's coffin.

Poor Sir Oliver.

He's not. - What?

Peggy! Did you read the report
you snatched from under our noses?

Only fleeting. You bothered me,
and later the stranger took it from me.

Sir Oliver had an accident after all,
broken his hipbone. Was it nailed?

Yes, with a steel nail.
I remember.

Take a look.
there is nothing nailed

completely intact, the hip bone.
That's not Sir Oliver.

Parkers!

Mrs Potter! Ms. Ward says she
heard your voice in the morgue tonight!

The young lady is a reporter. Do you
believe everything that's in the newspaper?

Depending on which one. Where is your husband?
- In the church. He prays.

Who's that over there in the tool shed?
Ramiro is dead!

God have mercy on his drunken soul.

Stand up! Get up,
it's Inspector Higgins!

He's already carved my name
on the tombstone, that's the sign!

He wants to murder me tonight!
Today is Oliver's birthday.

He is Scorpio! Scorpios never forgive!
- What should he forgive?

But he won't get me
like the others! Not me!

Come on, I'll take you home.
You are safe there.

My people guard the castle.
Come.

Perkins! Everyone take up positions!
Every Corpse is to be shot without a call!

Yes, sir.

Light! Na!

Well, what is it?
How long am I supposed to wait?

I'm counting to 3 now!

12...

... 5...

But how did that happen, Sir Arthur?
- Yes, well, I entered the hall

and suddenly the guy was
standing in front of me in the dark.

Who, the Corpse?
- What? Yes! So I: let's go!

You know me in moments like this.
With 2 to 3 karate strokes I had

the guy on the ground. But he has to
be tough as a cat, because right now

when I tried to handcuff him, he
jumped up and pushed me back.

Ah, I must have fallen against
the fireplace in the dark...

Luckily you had handcuffs with you!
You never take any with you.

Yes, my dear Higgins,
I have a sixth sense!

Such grace is not bestowed on everyone.
- Yes, you could say that.

Have it examined immediately in the
laboratory! This person wants to poison me!

You have weak nerves for your job.

Better weak nerves than no conscience.

Bottomless carelessness!
- That's Baldrian.

Here, please, the finding of the ampoule.
- That's reassuring.

Let me go! - Wait a moment!

Get rid of me... Help!
I won't let that offer me!

Release him immediately!
- Sir Cecil broke out of the clinic.

I have to bring him back.
- Sir Cecil stays here. I wouldn't like to,

that he breaks out again. He is
now under my personal protection.

Protection? You leave me alone
with the woman who wants to kill me?

I tell you he's mentally ill.
- Don't believe a word she says!

If she takes me back to
the hospital, I'm a dead man!

Lout!

A harmless tranquilizer.
- There's proof! She wants to kill me!

On Oliver's behalf! She's crazy!
She killed all my friends!

Yes. Now go back 5 steps and
don't touch Sir Cecil anymore.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, please!

Have a seat! They both
disappear, but a little bang, bang!

We'd love to protect you, but we
can only do that if you tell us the truth

and no longer hide anything.
What should Sabrina get £10,000 for?

Can't you imagine?
- They had her within a year

paid £10,000 each four times.
That makes a total of 50,000! For what?

That was still cheaper than marrying
her! Sabrina was expecting a child.

£50,000 for a pregnancy?
That's enough for quintuplets!

Sabrina was autopsied,
she was not pregnant.

Then she just lied to me.
The oldest female trick in the world.

Come up with something different!
Sabrina was a flight attendant and engaged

with the pilot who piloted the
plane that crashed Sir Oliver!

Shortly before that, she terminated her
employment without notice and paid on the same day

£10,000 into her account!
- They weren't mine.

But the other 40,000 were from you!
For what?

She blackmailed him. For this he murdered her.
- That is not true!

She blames me for the murders
because I opposed her marrying Oliver!

Now he finally said it!
I always knew it was him

who thwarted the marriage.
Had we married and had children

he would never have become lord
of Crowfield and heir to the fortune.

But now it's me! And Oliver is dead!
- No, he's alive!

You said it yourself.

You are crazy!

You're all crazy!

These are tacky jokes, Inspector!
- But effective!

Shh! Inspector!

Well, which way is the wind blowing?
- From above. There's an open window somewhere.

It's not even light up here.

Aha, that's how the wind blew.
north-northwest.

The question remains who opened it.
(Clatter)

Now just say we chase cats.

Cute.

There he is! - Who?

What are you looking for?
- My gun is down in the coat.

Your inspector seems to have problems.
- But not for long!

Don't leave me alone with her!

Don't come near
me or I'll kill you!

You come in your
straitjacket, I'll see to that.

Stop it! That's a man thing!

Oh!

(Peggy) No!

Congratulations, you are
getting better every day!

I'm sorry Higgins!
- Was that you?

Yes, but no time for apologies.
Bring on the handcuffs! I got the killer!

Congratulations! - I knew it!

What? - You are Sir Oliver!

Nonsense, I'm looking for him just like you.
- Then who are you?

I'm Win Scott, Captain,
Commonwealth Airlines.

Captain Woodbridge,
who died in an accident,

was my friend. I never believed
that crash was an accident.

There was too much to argue
against. so I went about it on my own.

Also in the interests of Professor
Bound, Captain Woodbridge's sister.

You got involved in the
investigation of a murder case.

This can have unpleasant consequences for you.
- Not if Sir Oliver lives.

And I'll prove it.

Follow me!

The pastor!
- Take care of Sir Cecil!

idiots!

Another Corpse! That stinks to high heaven!
- It won't be the last.

It was a mistake to leave
you alone with Sir Cecil.

He was under your personal protection.
- You're under arrest! Come with me!

I could tell you who Sir
Oliver is right now, but I won't.

I don't want to lose my
reward from insurance.

But a tip: drive to the vicarage.
The inspector will need your help.

I would have done that anyway.
Come on, come on, quick.

Empire insurance, quick!

Come out!

Amen, pastor.

Come on! Forward! Fast!

Inspector, I want to
make a confession.

Do this.
- My conscience can take it no longer

that the act is kept secret.
- Unfortunately, your conscience comes a little late.

Sir Oliver! You are convicted
of murdering 5 people.

You're under arrest!
- No. I'm not Sir Oliver.

I have nothing to do with these murders.
I only have the coffin...

abducted from the crypt because the
insurance company offered me £2,000.

My wife knows nothing of any of this.
- I respect yours

spiritual robe.
But everything behind it is a lie.

Hands up! You too, inspector.

Throw the gun behind Mr. Potter.

Adela.

you know - Yes, Oliver.

Stop it!

A fast acting gas.

A gentle death.

Where do you turn off the gas?

The grid!

Anything goes! You just have to want it!

What is it, Higgins?
- That's the real Sir Oliver.

How come? What then?

Ramiro is Sir Oliver?
I think Ramiro is dead!

That was my fault too.
Adela fooled me.

I also believed her that he was dead.

He needs his syringe or he dies!
- Give it to him.

Have you gone insane, Higgins?
She's killing him.

There was arsenic and strychnine
in the vial you gave me. poison!

He has Addison's disease, which can only
be treated with arsenic and strychnine.

With the disease, the skin turns olive-green.
Only in this way was it possible for him

pretend to be Creole everywhere.
Not even his brother recognized him.

It's silly that you always
save your secrets for last.

Now he really is dead.

But he accomplished his mission.
- What is mission?

He was a killer, not a hero.

What do you know about it?

Cecil tried to murder him twice.

But he didn't succeed.

One is really ashamed of one's nobility.
- The third plan was complete.

Merryl, Bannister and Dr. Brand
had helped him, for money.

Caspar, who was working at the
airfield at the time, had the task of

to smuggle the bomb onto the plane,
but... Sabrina had found out about it.

She told Oliver the
plan for £10,000.

Abysses open up!
- Merryl came up with the assassination plan.

He had to die.
Likewise Bannister, Caspar and Dr. Brand.

Sabrina could have lived if, in her
greed for money, she had not started

to blackmail Sir Cecil. And Oliver
knew she would one day be like that

reveal in exchange for money that he is alive.

And finally: Cecil, the murderer.

They have all escaped justice.
Just not you, Adela.

I loved Oliver.
I do not have anymore,

what I could live for -
You have a souvenir of him.

You can hear him
laugh for a lifetime!

(Voice) Hello!
This is Edgar Wallace speaking!