In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, Amen.
The family wants no photographs, Miss Ward.
Yes. But my Boss, the Newspaper King, insists that I cover the event...
...in pictures.
In addition, he is famous for his charity to poor and needy village churches.
Maybe he could think about us once in a while.
Who is the man beside Sir Cecil? - Mr. Merryl, the family lawer.
That I already knew. I mean the gentleman on the other side.
Dr. Brand, Head of the cottage hospital.
Beside him is Adela Pim, head nurse at the hospital.
Both are in debt to the deceased Sir Oliver.
They both made considerable contributions to the hospital.
Now one expects the same from his successor?
We all hope that. Sir Oliver was a great benefactor.
His soul and the souls of all in the faith going by ...
...rest in peace. Amen.
(Singing) If I once am to separate...
...thus does not separate...
Hello! Here speaks Edgar Wallace!
Now, friends. Let us hurry back to the light.
That was the voice of my brother. Oliver was laughing from the coffin.
- Dead ones do not laugh, Sir Cecil. - But I heard it! Everyone heard it!
- Nevertheless, you heard it too Dr. Brand! - Oliver is dead. If there was laughter...
... it didn't come from the coffin. - Who laughs on a funeral?
- The heir and the funeral entrepeneur. - I am Peggy Ward from ''London Star''.
- What do you have to say our readers? - The facts of the death of my...
...poor brother are well known. - We would gladly like to know more
- Dr. Brand, you identified the corpse? - I was one of many...
...who identified the corpse. - Even the ''London Star''...
...should leave the dead in peace Miss Ward.
- Here you are! - Thanks.
Another beer! In addition a rum. Yes, one must have ...
...when Sir Cecil pays for all. - Rum or beer? No wonder...
...that you West Indians have such amusing ideas. - You mean, I'm amusing...
...because I tell the truth? I heard Sir Oliver laugh in his coffin.
- I saw him coming from the church. - Alone? Or had it a small...
...pink elephant on the line? - I am not drunk. I know...
...what I saw. It was Sir Oliver. - Impossible! My customers do not walk.
With us in West Indies, corpses can walk.
We call them ''Zombies''. Sir Oliver is a zombie.
- Superstition! - What does a zombie look like??
Exactly like you.
- A shade of your size. - You are mad!
- Oh, the nosy reporter who sniffs around. - Your voice reminds me.
- Did you laugh at the funeral service? - Restrain yourself.
- This is no place for ladies. - I am not a lady.
You must be the funeral entrepeneur who brought Sir Oliver to Crowfield.
- So it is, madame. - I need your help.
My sincere condolences. Do you wish a funeral or a cremation?
Either. What do you think about the rumor about Sir Oliver?
I have been a funeral entrepeneur in Crowfield for 30 years.
- Never ever did a corpse laugh. - The funeral service must...
...strain your nerves. Is that why you come here to drink?
I'm happy with the living. Any other questions?
Where can I find a telephone?
Thank you very much!
This is Peggy Ward. The editor, quickly!
The sensation of Crowfield! A corpse laughs at his own funeral!
The laughing corpse... Thanks a lot. The laughing corpse of Crowfield!
The sensation of Crowfield! Thank you. Laughing corpse... Thanks a lot...
...of Crowfield! Corpse laughs at his own funeral!
- Hello, Nick. - Hello! Morning, Inspector.
- Crazy, this thing with the corpse. - Tell me about it. Keep the change.
Thank you, Sir. The sensation of Crowfield!
- Hello! God morning. - You dare to show up here?
For 2 hours I waited yesterday, for you to take me to dinner!
That was wrong of me, but yesterday evening I
had an appointment with a sexual molestor.
You spend more time with thugs, then with me! I'm a bird...
...that might fly away, Higgi. - Mabel, please don't call me Higgi.
As long as I'm in the office, you must call me by my rank, understood?
Understood, Inspector Higgi!
- Miss Finley? - Ja, Sir John?
- Sir Arthur, please, if I may? - Oh, shit!
Miss Finley, I know, you admire Sir John dearly, or rather, love him!
But you must not forget. He is 65 and he has a well deserved retirement.
Well, I'm not the youngest myself, but
nevertheless it would be very kind of you...
...if in the future you used my name instead! That's not too bad, is it!
God morning, Higgins, please come in.
- Have you read that? - Yes. No Case for Scotland Yard.
We live in a free country, in which corpses laughs...
...and there is no law against that. - Why should a corpse laugh?
Funerals can be tremendously merry.
The dead don't have to pay taxes.
- Or could be glad to lose a wife. - Sir Oliver was a bachelor.
Perhaps he was tickled to death.
Or he discovered something pretty amusing.
Amusing, exactly! Miss Finley...
...have you ordered my ballet tickets? - Yes, Sir Arthur.
- Thay are at the box office. - You have a weakness for ballet?
My dear Higgins, when you tramp your life, like me, in police boots...
... you expect to dance as elegant as Nurejev.
Olé!
I know, that Oliver always carried this watch with him.
It was found beside the deceased. This is proof!
- But they never found his Scorpio ring. - Don't get crazy ideas.
A ring could be lost in plane crash, disappear, burn ...
Who knows what! Your brother is dead, Sir Cecil.
- 10.000 Pounds, like last time. - Are you sure this is the last?
- The Lady has a very high price. - It is the last, Merryl!
- Here. - I'll do it tomorrow.
- You still want you to drive? - Yes, I must be in London tomorrow.
It is very foggy.
And... if one saw it again.
Do not believe in this fairy tale anymore! Sir Oliver is in his coffin. Forever.
Lock your door, tighten the curtains and go to sleep.
You are overtired. It's your nerves! Good night.
Hello? Who is this?
Hell...
Sir...
Sir Oliver!
This is Peggy Ward! Give me the Scotland Yard, Inspector Higgins! Quickly!
This is a dream come true! For two weeks I have lived on spaghetti...
...only because I waited for you to take me to dinner.
- Madame. Monsieur. - Thanks. Merci. - Thanks.
Cheers!
- Mamma mia! - That is a Zombie.
I absolutely wanted to try that. Zombies are known in West Indies as...
...the spirit of the dead, which rise from the grave. Am I right? - Right Sir.
- Let us have, two Crab-Mayonnaise. - Right sir.
- Two Mexican ducks. - Right sir.
- And... - Right sir.
For you, Inspector!
Higgi, please don't answer!
Why not, maybe it's someone pretty as you.
Yes? Yes, I'm on the phone.
No. No!
Yes, good. Yes, I'm coming!
- Cancel that duck! - Right sir.
- Inspector! - Yes, Stofford, what is it?
I found something in the back.
- Check for fingerprints on that! - Yes, Sir.
- Who is the victim? - At the moment, were not sure if...
...there even was a murder. There are no indications of outside force.
- Mr. Merryl was frightened to death! - What?
This is Miss Peggy Ward from the ''London Star''.
Ah, The writer of ''The laughing corpse''.
An eyewitness to this murder.
As an eyewitness you should also be dead.
As you can see I'm very much alive, pinch me if you don't believe.
- Not while I'm on duty! - Arthur, where are you? I thought...
... I was going home with you? - Patience, my darling!
Charming. Any reference points, Higgins?
- The traces are examined straight away. - Stop!
- Mr. Potter, minister of Crowfield! - The reporter, who made my...
...church famous. Who are the gentlemen? - Scotland Yard.
- What? The police? What happened? - A small murder case.
- Sir Cecil! He's been murdered! - Not him, his lawyer.
Sir Cecil called this evening and asked if he could visit me.
But he never came. So I went looking for him. That's why I'm here.
- Why did he wanted to visit you? - Sir Cecil saw something this evening...
...his dead brother outside the window.
That's for me. My wife worries, that I could get lost in the fog.
- So she helps me find the right direction. - Higgins! One moment, please. Higgins!
That is also your direction!
From now on, you do your duty, and I do mine.
Good night, Gentlemen! So, my darling, here I finally come!
Have you waited long...
Donald! Thank God that you're here! We found Sir Cecil in the cemetery!
- Dead? - Unconcious!
I called Dr. Brand, he's on the way!
He is coming round. What he needs is a sip of Whisky.
- We have only Sherry. - Take a look behind the large Bible...
...there upon the shelf. - But Inspector!
Yes?
Ah... oh, miracles!
What?
You are not the first minister in my career, Mr. Potter.
- Stop! I prescribe the medicines! - Good evening, Mr Doctor.
Good evening.
Heavy shock. His whole body has cramped in panic.
- The corpse frightened him. - Do not believe such nonsense!
But he obviously believes in it. Of course, this corpse is born...
...to a certern extent as a brain child. - I say! Mass hysteria!
This ... will calm him down.
Dr. Brand, would you tell me, where you've been this evening?
- In bed. - Anyone who can witness that?
- I am a widower, Inspector. - Then you could have many witnesses.
- Spare me such impudence... - Sir Cecils lawyer was murdered today.
How terrible.
The perpetrator is surely from this area...
...and is still nearby. - Adela! What are you doing here?
- I have come from a birth of twins. - She is the village midwife?
- She is everything. She's my right hand. - I nearly drove over Ramiro.
He lay in front of the cemetery, in the middle of the road. He smells of Rum!
- Alcohol is poison to him! - Who is this man?
Ramiro, our stone cutter. He lives in the equiptment shed.
- Why did you bring him here? - I wanted to bring him home...
...but then I saw a shadow lurking between the gravestones.
- Did this shadow also have a face? - No, but Ramiro trembled and said...
...that Sir Oliver had risen from his grave.
It was the shadow of my dead brother. His eyes also stared at me.
- A zombie face. - He must be put to bed!
Come here, Adela, Let's take him in here. If this corpse continues to run around...
...our village will be a lunatic asylum! - I would like to talk to Sir Cecil alone.
Of course, Inspector.
Miss Ward.
- They rattle, huh? - What?
My legs.
Sir Cecil, Do you know why Mr. Merryl was murdered?
- My dead brother had him killed. - I rather believe...
... this murder was committed by a living person, for personal reasons.
Merryl's valuables were all there, his wallet was untouched.
- How much did he have on him? - Nice sum, about 150 Pounds.
Then it was robbery.
Merryl had an envelope with him containing 10,000 pounds.
- I gave him the money myself. - There you are, that means...
... the murderer couldn't have been a corpse.
Dead ones don't need money.
- My brother was a big spender. - Why did you give Merryl 10.000 Pounds?
- For a lady. - And who is this lady?
That is insignificant.
What is her name?
I would prefer not to tell.
- A Zombie! Do you have 7 sorts of rum? - Yes, Sir.
There is 10,000.
You...
- Where the devil have you been? - Pardon, I had only one beer.
I did not think that you, would be finished so quickly.
You have saved 10,000 pounds, Sir. Therefore, I'm entitled to half.
Hello, Inspector!
Oh, Miss Ward.
What do you look for here at the press centre?
I'm here about a few letters, which I lost yesterday.
- Have you read todays ''London Star''? - Your newspaper doesn't interest me.
What a shame, You should read it. Oh, here comes my bus! So long!
An interesting article by Peggy Ward.
Here's the autopsy report, Sir Arthur. In both cases the cause of death was...
...a coronary blood clot. - Miss Ward already knows the murderer.
Here it is!
''Both victims died after an appearance known as Zombie''. Zombie!
''Unfortunately, the Scotland Yard was not interested in the identity of this man.
One assumes, that Scotland Yard at the moment is still more helpless then...
What?
... the retired Sir John.''
That is an offense! Who leads the investigation here?
You or Miss Ward? I demand a report!
What do you intend? What do you plan to do?
- I am going to read, Sir Arthur. - Zombie!
- That does not help me. - Sorry, that I can't help you...
...with what you are looking for, Inspector.
I am limited to things...
... not detectable in the human body, such as poison.
Then I must check elsewhere.
Perhaps: ''Poisons of the Aztecs''.
An investigation on the arrow poisons of the primitive tribes in West India.
- By Professor N. Bound, London, 1967. - Yes, that's the one!
My fault, we only have one copy of this book and
I'm sad to say that it was lent out yesterday.
- Do you know by whom? - A... Miss Peggy Ward.
- Help! Help! - Miss Ward, Open up!
Help! Help!
Help!
Darling, You kiss wonderfully.
I am not kissing, I'm pumping oxygen into your lungs.
You are classy. Make love not war.
Pull yourself together, Miss Ward. You were nearly murdered!
- Murdered? - Yes.
The book from the library, which you snatched right under my nose...
...it saved your life. - Book?
The Book!
It is gone! The corpse must have taken it!
What corpse?
The zombie, who tried to kill me!
- Did the corpse also laugh, perhaps? - Why don't you believe me?
- I would be dead, if you had not come! - One of the specialities...
...of the Scotland Yard. - Why did he want to kill me?
- Perhaps he read ''The London Star''? - And why did he take the book?
- Surely for the same reason as you. - It was the only copy!
I know. Professor Bound, London, 1967.
Get well soon, Miss Ward, and look out... for laughing corpses!
Out of the question! We can not share such information.
We are in an urgent scientific work.
Scotland Yard.
Inspector Higgins.
- I thought that was all in the past. - In what past?
- Let me see, what I can do for you? - That would be nice.
Unfortunately I can not help you, my boy.
So long!.
- Professor Bound expects you. - How nice!
Caution! The head is prepared with deadly nerve poison.
It could harm you, Inspector Higgins. Please take a seat.
- So you are Professor Bound? - Yes.
Is that also prepared?
I advise not to disturb any articles or persons in this room.
My concern is the effects on people, I know my limits.
You seek information about a poison, that
causes heart thrombosis and is not chemically...
...detectable in the human body? - How do you know?
- I read newspapers. - Is there such a poison?
In the history of the Aztecs such a poison is talked about.
You wrote a book on the subject, which you withdrew before the publication.
I did not.
The public prosecutor's office withdrew it.
Is it indelicate to ask why?
Not at all. My book contains references to
how, one can manufacture the mentioned poison.
How did the London Library posess a copy of this book...
...which the public prosecutor forbade? - That was an advance copy.
It is by the way, the only copy that exits.
Can you imagine why anyone would steal this copy?
They could be curious, but it was not necessary.
Look. This was delivered to me this morning by post.
- I am very grateful for it. - Do you know the sender?
No, but his name stands here. A certain Mr. Bannister.
- From Crowfield. - Bannister?
- Yes. - Thanks.
What is that? I need peace, when I arrange for the eternity.
And now the smile of Mona Lisa.
Perfect!
Sir...
Please! Sir! Sir! No! No!
- How long has he been dead? - An hour at the most. No outside...
...injuries, like in the other cases. - How do you know that?
Did you see the other dead?
What are you doing here, Miss Ward? Pleasure seeking again?
I smell sensations. My nose guarantees my headlines.
Or a nail in your coffin. How did you know, that I would be here?
Professor Bound was so friendly, in telling me, where to find you.
Really friendly. And now you know, so hurry out of here! Goodbye.
How come you are heren 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, Physicians and undertakers are...
...surely always good friends. Do you know, how many are here on ice?
- Only a few, I guess. - For an undertakers business it is our...
...dead season. No flu epidemic, no contagious yellow fever.
Only a few murders.
- They frightened me however! - Miss Ward!
Dr. Brand, Sir Cecil asks for help. He saw his dead brother again.
I will accompany you.
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 fetch the money?
Sir Oliver did not consider our parish in his will.
However if Sir Cecil would die within a year, the fortune becomes...
...divided in equal parts between you, the hospital...
...and Mr. Bannister. - Bannister was murdered tonight.
- Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. - You say it so indifferently...
...as if you had expected it. - A minister buries many humans...
...that he becomes indifferent. - For that reason death is...
...a part of our business.
Is it not, Mr Minister?
My brother was a devil! He was always a devil, as long as he lived.
Sir Oliver did not hurt a fly while he lived.
You must know better, Adela.
- She loved Oliver. - Do not open up old wounds!
Actually she loved me. When she heard, Oliver was inheriting the fortune...
...she suddenly loved him. - I was very young at the time.
I became acquainted with Oliver after the accident.
- What kind of accident?
Oliver fell from his horse. He broke his hip and needed an operation.
He lay for a half year in a cast. I was assigned to nurse him.
Love, despite heavy obstacles, just like in film!
When is the last time you actually saw your deceased brother?
About 18 years ago. I decided at that time, to leave England...
... break my connections with the family. - Because of him!
- Interesting. Please continue. - We don't have time, to listen ...
...to this family dispute. - We are investigating a murder, Dr. Brand!
I am not a detective, just a physician. I mean, this corpse only existed...
...in Sir Cecils brain!
Leave this house, before you get sick in the head.
Let's go, Adela.
One would only believe me, after I am found dead.
We hope not, Sir Cecil. The corpses we have are quite enough.
One thing is for sure: Someone is making a rather bad masquerade here...
...and the only amusing thing is, that it even could be you.
- Your fantasies are dreadful. - Always, when murder happens...
...you were alone and without any witness! - Why should I have murdered Merryl?
- And Sabri... - Yes?
Nothing!
I know, that you were at the Nightclub, when Sabrina was murdered there.
- I did not murder her, absolutely not! - Then someone else...
...must have put your hat there. Someone we know.
Stand still!
Do you belive me now?
Inspector!
Inspector.
- Inspector Higgins was struck. - Who struck him?
I don't know. I only saw, a shadow disappearing in the fog.
He needs urgent mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!
Peggy, do you still have the photos from Sir Olivers funeral? - Yes.
- I need them. All of them. - They are lying in my darkroom.
- As I am on the couch? - Uh-huh.
This corpse has an advertisement! Soon he will be bigger then Beatles.
Next!
This shows a detail, George.
- That was interesting! - Would you be so kind...
...and fill me in. What is so interesting? - Our attractive expert in poisons...
...and some stranger side-by-side. - Don't make it so complicated.
Too many midwives and the child is lost. We need a murderer...
...not a 100 suspects! - Next!
- Who is that? - Nurse Adela. She nursed Sir Oliver...
...for months when he was in a cast. The two
of them had a relationship.
- I hope, that he's not now in a cast. - Next!
- Sabrina! - The murderer?
- Sabrina was murdered, Sir Arthur. - Oh yes, of course. A great loss.
Oh, she was an attractive person!
Pictures of Sabrinas wardrobe.
- In that position she is less attractive. - Next!
Oh! Could you make an enlargement, George.
I know who he is. That is Captain Rodney Woodbridge.
- I have a few questions to ask him. - He can not answer I'm afraid.
- He is dead. - That is unfortunate.
Can you tell me something about his personal life?
Nothing unfavorable. He was a bachelor and was to be married...
...with one of our former Stewardesses. - Which one?
- Pamela Winslow. - Sir Oliver Ramsey worked last...
...at your company. Was Mr. Woodbridge the commander of this "bad luck" machine?
Yes, but he was innocent. The machine fell and exploded on the ground.
And when did Miss Winslow leave your company?
- After a year. - After the accident you mean?
No, I remember exactly. She quit days before without notice.
Why?
Inspector, do you know the personal life...
...of your secretary?
Yes I do! Do you have Miss Winslows Address?
Naturally. I will get it for you right away.
- Taste good? - As you can hear.
Here.
Sabrina!
Is the old man here?
- I said, is the old man in here? - Can't you hear that!
- Have you gone mad? - Just a moment.
- Where did you find that? - From Sabrina's second apartment...
...where a ''Pamela Winslow'' lived. Under that name she was employed...
...as a Stewardess for Commonwealth Airlines.
Sabrina was the laughing corpse!
- I knew it, the corpse is a fraud! - We have the voice of the corpse...
...now we only have to find it's owner. - With 8 million inhabitants in London...
...seems like a small task for you.
Well, if you help me! Sir Arthur, where did we hear...
the voice of the corpse for the first time?
If you know, please tell me.
- This is no stupid quiz show! - In the church of Crowfield.
We have him! The minister is the murderer!
The topic of today's sermon we take from Psalm 127:
''Unless the LORD builds the house...
its builders labor in vain.''
Amen.
Dear parish, even our Lord cannot build a house without money.
Therefore we, his humble servants, depend on your giving joyfully.
Each coin, when put into the collection box, is a buliding block...
...to the cathedral, in which our faith, our hope and our love is sacred.
Oliver! He has come, to kill me!
An ambulance! Quickly!
Inspector Higgins? Yes, it worked like a charm.
The laughter was heard inside the whole church.
I also found the place in the church...
...where the loudspeaker system, was tapped into.
Just a moment!
An ambulance just past before me. I believe they will fetch Sir Cecil.
Thanks. Signing off.
Caspar! Outside, visiting hours it's
absolutely forbidden to stay in the hospital.
- I wait for Sir Cecil. - He will remain here for at least a week.
I am responsible for his security.
- The hospital is safe. - Not this hospital.
If you don't leave, I must call Dr. Brand!
- What can I do for you, Mr Minister? - I would like to speak to Sir Cecil...
...and contribute to his faith. - You can neither speak...
...nor make a contribution. Sir Cecil is
unconscious, he lies in the X-ray department.
In the X-ray department? Is he in mortal danger?
Why are you afraid?
Your church would benefit considerably, if he dies.
- Is it not so, Mr Minister? - Your hospital also!
Fortunately we are both disinterested and stand above such considerations.
Why did you tie me up? You brought me here, in order to kill me!
Do not move now! I need to X-ray your head.
No! No! You'll kill me!
Don't talk such nonsense.
Already over. Now rest.
I will develop this.
Oli... Oliver!
Oliver, forgive me!
Oliver.
Sir Cecil cannot have committed the murder! I gave him a shot,
that would have knocked out an elephant. - Yet Sir Cecil is no elephant!
- May I see the ampule? - I threw it away.
How absurd! Why would Sir Cecil murder his family doctor?
For the same reason as his lawyer!
- And his funeral entrepreneur! - And his Sabrina!
Are you sure this was murder? It could have been a heart attack.
That is the illness for overworked middle aged men.
- Please, no need to get personal! - Do you have experience with poisons?
I have the experience, like all trained nurses.
There is a poison, that a hundredth milligram ...
...causes blood clotting in the heart. So died Sabrina!
- Sabrina. - Your voice reveals jealousy.
Was Sabrina perhaps a lover to the deceased Sir Oliver?
- She could have been his daughter. - Overworked middle aged gentlemen...
...often have young lovers, which also contributes to heart failure.
Sir Oliver died in a plane crash.
- Which brought in 100,000 pounds for you! - Will bring...
if the insurance company pays. Sir Oliver was generous to include me...
...in his life insurance.
See there! I'm looking at a very rich woman...
...at your age it seems. - I don't have the money yet.
- Where is Sir Olivers patient report? - We...
...we don't have a patient report on him. - I mean from the accident.
When he fell from the horse and was in a cast
for 6 months, under your affectionate care.
I feel like a schizophrenic, a divided personality.
One part is director of the crime department,
and the other is a simple burglar.
- Hands up! - Well!
Forgive me.
- Peggy! - Ah, See there!
And in a bllack leotard too! That is an offense to ballet!
I always wear my ''Emma Peel'' dress, when I have to break in somewhere.
- Give me the stolen documents! - I only borrow them, Inspector.
You can read all about it, as always, in tomorrows ''London Star''.
Bye-bye, Gentlemen!
She has a piece of evidence, that we need. Why didn't you arrest her?
Because we, I don't need to tell you,
don't have a search warrant.
We'll soon have more corpses than in Hamlet.
- Makes me happy, to see you again! - What do you want?
You! And the patient report on Sir Oliver.
- Then you have to wait a long time! - No problem. I'll just take it like this.
So.
Now we drive safely, so you can't do any more harm.
- Inspector! They want to kill me! - What are you going to do to him?
- We caught him on the cellar stairs trying to flee! - On the cellar stairs?
- They hold me against my will! - You are a murder suspect!
- Murder? - Yes, You are the prime suspect...
...we found your chauffeur Caspar murdered in the cellar of this hospital tonight!
Caspar?
- Dead? - Where is nurse Adela?
- She was called to see a patient. - Sir Cecil must be well guarded!
Nurse, you'll be responsible to me for his security!
You can be completely calm.
- I will pray for him. - I'm sure he will be pleased.
I hope so.
What do you think of this?
I'm afraid we must open the grave.
You mean, since we already broke into the cellar, we could...
...also break into another coffin, right? But not with me!
Thank you, Sir Arthur.
- Don't think you will go alone! - Ramiro will be there and help me.
For rum he'll do anything.
- Your favorite patient? - A patient like any other.
He called for us, because he felt very bad.
- What did you give him? - He needed Antrophin.
- He must get to hospital urgently! - Is his life in danger?
Unfortunately, always in his case.
Sister Adela, how could Ramiro know Caspar was dead?
I don't know. He always receives his orders from the Minister.
Goodbye, Inspector.
Who gives you the right to enter the church at this time?
We are always in service, Mr Minister. You for God and I for Scotland Yard.
This is the house of God. Here human power ends.
- And for those, who stole Olivers coffin? - Sir Oliver rests in peace.
- Not down there. The coffin is gone. - Then only Ramiro could know...
...who stole it. No one could enter the crypt...
...without Ramiro seeing.
God be with you, Mr Minister.
Here, take this ampule immedeately to the laboratory for analysis.
Request reinforcements for Sir Arthur, we must lock and guard Crowfield.
Where is the patient, the man the ambulance brought here?
He's in the emergency room. Right back there.
- Inspector! This is a hospital here! - Are you really sure?
- Please leave me alone with Ramiro. - You came too late.
- He is dead. - What?
I want that autopsy report, signed by the head physician!
Don't be ridiculous, Inspector. Do you really think I killed him?
- Who knows! Where is Sir Cecil? - Asleep. He needs his rest.
He is guarded, as we arranged. And you can be completely calm about that.
When I am calm, you will know the difference!
Help!
Inspector, I take no responsibilty for the consequences of your behavior!
Sir Cecil absolutely needs rest!
Unlock!
- Do you have any more suprises for me? - He suddenly attacked me.
Sir Cecil is mad. Dr. Brand wanted to transfer him to the psychiatry ward.
- Therefore he murdered him? - He is violent, Inspector,
but I don't believe, he's the murderer.
Which you already knew!
Nurse Marit, you will be held responsible if anything happens to Sir Cecil.
Give word to all: Sir Cecil Ramsey is to be arrested! - Yes, Sir.
- What is the matter, Horley? - Patrol 4 received a cable...
... someone is playing the organ at the funeral home. Playing crazy.
Organ? Parker, come along!
Inspector! How nice you are here. Now we can play four handed.
I'm really pleased. Are you having a party here?
It would be nice, but I was attacked...
...and kidnapped and taken here. - Most ladies have constant companions.
- I've become your constant life saver. - Inspector!
- Is that so bad? - Need any help, Sir?
When I'm alone and need it, I call for you. Go on, search the house!
Yes, Sir.
- Now tell me, who kidnapped you? - The stranger. It was the zombie.
- He threatened me and brought me here. - Why are you still alive then?
Perhaps I'm his type.
Just a moment!
This is Sir Olivers coffin.
Poor Sir Oliver.
- This is not it. - What?
Peggy! Did you read the report you snatched from under our nose?
Only briefly. You disturbed me, and later the stranger took it.
Sir Oliver had a fall and broke his hip. Was it pinned?
Yes, with a steel bolt. I remember now.
Look for yourself. No metal pin...
...the hip is completely intact. This is not Sir Oliver.
Parker!
Mrs. Potter! Ms. Ward says she heard your voice in the mortuary this evening!
The young lady is a reporter. Do you believe all she writes in the paper?
Depends in which paper. Where is your husband?
In the church. Praying.
Who is over in the equipment shed? Ramiro. After all, he is dead!
God works in mysterious ways.
Rise up! Rise up, I am, Inspector Higgins!
It already has my name on the gravestone, that is the sign!
He wants to murder me tonight! Today is Olivers birthday.
- He is a Scorpio! Scorpios never forgive! - What should he forgive?
He won't get me! Not like the others! Not me!
Come along, I'll bring you home where you'll be safe.
My people will guard your door. Come now.
Perkins! All men to their posts! Every corpse is to be shot on sight!
Yes, Sir.
Light! Well!
Well, what is this? How long am I going to wait?
I will count to 3!
1 ... 2...
4... 5...
- How did this happen, Sir Arthur? - Yes, as, I entered the hall...
...when suddenly a "geezer" stood in the dark before me.
- Who, the corpse? - What? Yes! And I did not run!
You know me. In those moments, with 2 or 3 karate blows I had him...
...nailed down on the floor. But he was tough as a wild cat, because just...
...when I was about to put on handcuffs, he jumped up and pushed back.
In the dark I probably fell against the fireplace...
Fortunately you had your handcuffs nearby, Sir Arthur!
You usually don't carry them with you.
Yes, my dear Higgins, My 6th sense!
- Not everyone has such grace. - Yes, one could say that.
Take this to the laboratory for analysis! This person wants to poison me!
Your occupation gives you weak nerves.
Better weak nerves than no conscience.
- Bottomless carelessness! - It is Valerian.
Here, please, see what they found on the ampule.
It will calm you down.
- Release me! - Just a moment!
Let me loose... Help! Don't let them sacrifice me!
- Release him immediately! - Sir Cecil broke out of the hospital.
- I must take him back. - Sir Cecil remains here. I don't want...
...him to break out again. He stands directly under my personal protection.
Protection? You'll leave me alone with with this woman, who wants me dead?
- Like I said, he is clearly mad. - Don't believe a single word!
If you return me to the hospital, I'm a dead man!
Scoundrel!
- A harmless tranquilizer, Inspector! - There's your proof! She wants to kill me!
On Olivers order! She is crazy! She killed all my friends!
Yes. Now you keep 5 steps away from Sir Cecil
and you are not to touch him anymore.
1 , 2, 3, 4, 5, please!
Take a seat! You two disappear, at once. Scat!
We will be happy to protect you, only if you will tell us the truth...
...and not hide anything. What did Sabrina get 10.000 Pounds for?
- Can't you imagine that? - You have paid four times already...
...within a year the sum of 10.000 Pounds. That makes a total of 50.000! For what?
It was cheaper than to marry her! Sabrina was expecting a child.
50.000 Pounds for a pregnancy? That is enough for fivelings!
Sabrina had an autopsy, she was not pregnant.
Then she lied to me. The oldest female trick in the world.
Let us look at facts! Sabrina was a Stewardess and engaged...
...to the pilot, who controlled the plane, that Sir Oliver crashed in.
Just before she quit her job, she deposited 10,000 pounds...
...on the same day to your account! - They were not for me.
But the other 40.000 was from you! For what?
She blackmailed you. That's why you killed her.
That is not true!
She put the blame for the murder on me,
because I was against the marriage to Oliver!
Now he finally said it! I always knew, that it was he...
...who prevented the marriage. If we had married and had children...
...he would never have become the lord of Crowfield or inherited the fortune.
- Now I am the lord! And Oliver is dead! - No, he is alive!
You'd said so yourself.
You are crazy!
You are all crazy!
- That was a tasteless joke, Inspector! - But effective!
Psst! Inspector!
Well, where does the wind blow?
From above. Somewhere there's an open window.
There is probably no light up here.
Aha, so that's why the wind blows. North northwest.
The question remains, who opened it.
Now we can say we are only hunting cats.
How nice.
- There he is! - Who?
- What do you look for? - My pistol is down in my coat.
- Your Inspector seems to have problems. - But not for long!
Don't leave me alone with her!
If you come any closer, I will kill you!
They will put you in a strait jacket, I'll promise you that.
Leave that! This is a man's job!
Oh!
No!
Congratulations, You are getting better each day!
- My fault, Higgins! - Was it you?
Yes, but no time for apologies. Get the handcuffs! I have the murderer!
- Happy birthday! - I knew it!
- What? - You are Sir Oliver!
Nonsense, I'm looking for him just like you.
Who are you then?
I am Win Scott, Flight captain at Commonwealth Airlines.
Captain Woodbridge, who had the fatal accident...
...was my friend. I never believed, his plane crash was an accident.
Too much spoke against it. Therefore I followed the whole affair on my own.
I'm interested in Professor Bound, the sister of Captain Woodbridge.
You have interfrred in a murder investigation.
That could lead to unpleasant consequences for you.
Not if Sir Oliver is alive.
And I can prove it.
After me!
- The Minister! - Look after Sir Cecil!
Idiots!
- Another corpse! It reeks to Heaven! - It will not be the last one.
It was very wrong, to leave Sir Cecil alone with you.
- He stood under your personal protection. - You are arrested! Come along!
I could not tell you where Sir Oliver was before, and I still can't.
I do not want to lose the insurance reward.
But just a tip: Go to the Vicarage. Your Inspector will need your help.
I've already thought of that. Well you, come here, hurry!
Empire Insurance, quickly!
Come out of there!
Amen, Mr Minister.
Out! Forward! Quickly!
Inspector, I would like to make a confession.
- Would you now. - My conscience can't bear it any longer,
I can't hide the truth anymore.
Unfortunately your conscience comes a bit late.
Sir Oliver! You are responsible for the murder of 5 people.
- You are arrested! - No. I am not Sir Oliver.
I have nothing to do with these murders. I only have the coffin...
...which was snatched from the crypt. The insurance company offered me 2,000 pounds.
- My wife doesn't know anything about it. - I have respekt for your...
...religious robe. But everything, behind it, is a lie.
Hands up! You too, Inspector.
Throw the weapon behind Mr. Potter.
Adela.
- You know what to do. - Yes, Oliver.
Stop that!
A rapid working gas.
A gentle death.
How do you turn of the gas?
The lattice!
There it goes! Just as we wanted!
- What is, Higgins? - This is the real Sir Oliver.
How? What?
Ramiro is Sir Oliver? I thought, that Ramiro was dead!
It was my fault. Adela deceived me.
I also believed, that he was dead.
- He needs a shot, otherwise he dies! - Give it to him then.
Have you gone mad, Higgins? She will kill him.
The ampule which you gave me had arsenic and strychnin inside. Poison!
He has Addison's disease, which can only be treated with arsenic and strychnin.
This illness colors the skin olive-green. Only then was it possible for him...
...to pass as a Creole. Not even his own brother recognized him.
Ridiculous, how you always save your secrets for the conclusion.
Now he is really dead.
- But he fulfilled his mission. - What mission?
He was a murderer, not a hero.
What do know about that?
Twice he tried to, murder Cecil.
But he did not succeed.
- One feels ashamed for the aristocracy. - The third plan was complete.
Merryl, Bannister and Dr. Brand helped him out, for money.
Caspar, worked at the time at the airport, and had orders...
...to smuggle the bomb into the airplane, But... Sabrina had found out.
For 10,000 pounds she told Oliver about the plan.
- Do open the abyss! - Merryl developed the murder plan.
He had to die. Just as Bannister, Caspar and Dr. Brand.
Sabrina could have lived, if she'd not been greedy for money...
...and black mailed Sir Cecil. And Oliver knew, that it would come to this...
...betrayal for money, in life.
And finally: Cecil, the murderer.
They all escaped from justice. But not you, Adela.
I loved Oliver. I have nothing...
...more to live for. - You still have your memory of him.
You can hear him laugh for the rest of your life!
Hello! Here speaks Edgar Wallace!