DAS HAUS IM MOOR #krimihörspiel #retro 1963 PAUL KLINGER HEINZ DRACHE STEREO dubbed

The days are getting shorter. It's getting uncomfortable outside. Time for a brain movie. Welcome to Hör Mal zu! And thank you for your like. This is Hör Mal zu! This is not going to continue like this, gentlemen. This is a scandal, an effective scandal. Twelve outbreaks in three years. The fact that these outbreaks were able to escape is a matter of the Dartmoor Breeding House. But the fact that none of the last twelve outbreaks were able to be contained is the only and only matter of the year. Why do I have an investigation department? How do you explain this, Bulling? I don't understand it either, sir. As long as an outbreak from Dartmoor used to escape, it could never stay hidden for long. Somehow it was always stopped by the men of my department. And why wasn't that the case with the last twelve? Quite simply, Sir James. These outbreaks are organized. You can't tell me that each of these people could disappear without a trace as soon as they reached the highlands of Dartmoor. I can't either, Sir. But it's true. These last twelve successful attempts to escape are like one egg to another. All twelve outbreaks were able to be followed up to the moor and then no one ever saw them again. They probably died. Do you know the swamps of Dartmoor? No, but I'm going to get to know them now. Your consent is required, Sir. The fact that they didn't die in the swamps proves that each of them only once sent a message to his wife, his wife or his boyfriend. In the form of a postcard. And after this one message, no one else contacted you? Not a single one. And now comes the interesting part. Each of the twelve was a member of the club Schmetterling. Schmetterling? What's that? It's a non-profit club whose members belong to most of the underworld in London. They pay high contributions and receive free legal protection in case of trouble. And do you know who the syndicate of this club is? The lawyer Basil Gray. Gray? Basil Gray? That's as far as I know. A respected lawyer. As far as I'm informed, Gray only cares about the welfare of his clients. I think that's a bit too much. Gentlemen, I have already mentioned it. The Prime Minister expects that we will settle this matter as soon as possible. So, Inspector Bulling, put some steam into the negotiations. Yes, Sir. Well, Chief Inspector Cromwell, if I'm going to start the murder detainee, I need proof. I'm afraid I can't bring it to you soon, Sir. How do you want to start? I would like to start where the traces of the criminals stop. In the bog. Can't you park your car in a way that you can pass by? Yes, yes, yes, I'm coming. Don't be in such a hurry. There's at least 15 tons of space left. What are you doing here? At the moment I'm recording my camera. That's a nice telephoto lens you have there. Yes, yes, it has to be, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see much from the house over there. You know, I'd rather go a little closer, but I was told that you could get cold feet here in the swamp, and I don't like that at all. Do you want to visit someone over there? No. You? You're going in that direction. I can't understand what you can find attractive in this landscape. Oh, not actually attractive, but it's a hobby of mine to film old English walls. I find it very interesting. I think for breeding houses you shouldn't be interested more than necessary. Oh, what am I saying? This is a breeding house? I didn't even know that. Don't pretend. Can you prove to me that you've never heard anything about a breeding house in Dartmoor? Dartmoor? Dart... Ah, yes. You have to excuse my ignorance. My apologies. I'm only here for a short time in England. I'm from Australia. May I give you some advice, young man? Why not? You're older than me. Why don't you stand in front of a tower in London, or any other of the many attractions? There you can take as many pictures as you want. May I tell you something else? I've already done that. Even the building of Scotland Yard. Shortly after he moved into the room, he receives an uninvited visit. If you want to get in trouble, then go! Where I come from, it's being fabricated. Get lost! Put on a new record. Maybe one day you'll be a man, little one, but you don't need to prove that today. Mr. Seamans! Hello! What's all this noise? Finally. My name is Cromwell. Inspector Cromwell of Scotland Yard? Well, did you think the national hero Oliver Cromwell? He's been dead for 300 years. So from here you know the city of your former activities? Yes. I spent 20 years there. I wouldn't have given up my job if it hadn't happened to me. Well, you've made a pretty good decision. Well, it was enough to buy the clubhouse. I don't want to complain. The lawyers and the members of the brothels are a very good customer. And then, of course, the brothel staff. The staff. Mr. Seamans, that's why I'm here. You have the reputation of being one of the strictest supervisors in Dartmoor that has ever existed. You can say that. As long as I was there, there was no series of outbursts. There must be a connection man at the brothel. Some supervisor who lets himself be deceived or something. Since this series of outbursts began, I've been thinking day and night about who's playing Judas. Seamans, the supervisors work here in their brothel. And one day, the boss will betray himself, if he's still so smart. Betray and through? Through his money. Until he pays his services well. And he's not poor for a scoundrel. So, Seamans, if you notice that one of the brothels has more resources than he could possibly have, then I'll let you know, Inspector. Leave it to me. Miss Evelyn, would you do me a favor? Yes. I can rely on you. I mean, you can keep quiet. I'm looking for a man. The last convict who escaped from Dartmoor was a certain McRaven. A friend of yours? Yes. Yes, we were friends. Back in Australia. McRaven was regularly visited in Dartmoor during his time in prison. I assume that this visitor occasionally stayed at your hotel. Do you happen to remember this man? What do you want from this man, Mr. Smith? He probably helped Raven escape. And, uh... Yes, and that's why I think he's the only one who knows where Raven is staying now. That wasn't a man, mister. It was a woman. Raven's friend. You knew Raven? He was with me in Block D. He wanted to leave the girl to me, but the girl didn't agree. What a damn thing. What's her name? No idea. Her name was the last thing that interested me. Oh. If you're visiting Dartmoor, I have to put you on a list. If you can find the name for me... Thank you, mister. I don't take bribes. I made a little inheritance some time ago. My coal votes. You're leaving, aren't you? Yes. Why? It's about time. Who's that? This educated woman's hero. Listen, Mr. Smith, or whatever your name is. If you want information about a missing prisoner, there's only one man who can give it to you. Attorney Gray. Hello. Yes, please. What can I do for you? I'd like to speak to Mr. Gray. Am I right? Mr. Gray is still in court. Can I do something for you, Mr... Smith. My name is Anthony Smith. I'm from Australia. I'd like to have an account from Mr. Gray because of his association, Schmetterling. You're from Australia? Yes. You want to become a member? Do I look like I need that? Miss... I'm Joyce Trevor, Mr. Gray's secretary. Maybe I can help you. Yes, yes, I can imagine that, Miss Trevor. I'm looking for a man named Mac Graver. Mac. That was a long time ago. You knew Mac? What do you know about him, Mr. Nash? Too little, unfortunately. But there's a woman who often visited him in Dartmoor. You. Oh, pardon, Miss Trevor. He smells like a hair salon. Tom Fletcher. The office manager. He looks like a clown in a suit. Please. He did something wrong years ago. But Mr. Gray gave him the chance to become an honest member of human society again. And how did that happen? Anyway, they haven't been able to prove anything to him since then. I suspect that he was involved with Rayburn when Mac came into the breeding house. You often visited Mac in Dartmoor, didn't you? Whenever it was possible. Why are you looking for Mac Graver? That's a long story. Joyce, even at the risk of hurting you. Rayburn is a murderer. Mac, a murderer? Yes. He robbed Ramin's wages and shot him at the checkout. But then came his masterpiece. He ran away. And now he's suspecting me. Mr. Nash? How did you meet Rayburn? Through our office manager, Tom Fletcher. I met them at a restaurant once. And how did you meet Mr. Gray? I used to be a dancer. Not like you think, Mr. Nash. Classic. The doctor forbade me to dance. It became too much for me. I understand. You didn't like Rayburn at all, did you? You too, Mr. Nash, didn't you? I wish him from the bottom of my heart that he will finally find peace and happiness in Australia. In Australia? How did you get to Australia? He wanted to go home as soon as possible. He must have arrived in Melbourne by now. No, you're mistaken. Good evening. What would you like to drink? Whiskey, cognac? I don't drink alcohol when I'm on duty, Mrs. Hartley. Police? Don't be afraid. I just want to know where your dear wife is. I'm afraid I can't tell you. We've been fired. He left me on purpose. He also left his cell in Dartmoor on purpose. And you haven't got him back yet? The English police is no longer what it used to be. Thank you. To reassure you, I'm behind a serious case. I'm not interested in small crimes like helping people. So if you don't want to get drunk with me, you can be open to me. Don't bother yourself, Inspector. I've heard that too many times. Your husband had to do with house poison. It's not my resource. So he's equal to me. If he's so equal to you, why do you ask so much? Because I'm afraid of him. You're afraid of him? Something could have happened to him. You're afraid of my husband. Then don't worry. He can take good care of himself. Do you get messages from him regularly? You can tell me that. If he's abroad, we can't do anything to him anyway. Yes. You can only put Interpol on his neck. And you don't learn anything from him. You're a damn nerd. You think he'll let you catch up with him one day, don't you? That's exactly what he'll do. I know him a little better than you. I hope you're right. I'm just afraid you won't like him where he is. Or do you want to look at the radishes from below at your age? I'm interested in all the people who get support from the Schmetterling Association. I asked Lawyer Gray to stop sending money to Rayburn. I don't want anything to do with him anymore. That would be very unwise of you. You have invested enough capital to claim interest. By the way, in the weeks before Rayburn's escape, you withdrew considerable sums from your account. 2,000 pounds. The entire inheritance of your mother. And if that were the case? I can do what I want with my money. But that's another matter. By the way, Mr. Smith, what interest do you have in Rayburn? Rayburn? Who's that? I've heard that name for the first time. Oh, you and Schultz. In Dartmoor, you obtained information about him as a tourist. In London, you pretended to be his colleague. I see, Inspector. You're too smart for me. Well, I... I know Rayburn. And... Maybe I'm worried about him. And why didn't you turn to the police first? I can't tell you that at the moment, Inspector. Sooner or later, you will appear in my office anyway. Because I think I'm the only person in England who can help you. Oh, I see. And why exactly you? Because I'm the head of the murder commission. A dozen men disappeared from the ground. And apart from a few glimpses, we haven't found the slightest trace of them. Please, sir. Give me a little more time. I think it's better that you use your time to devote yourself to your usual tasks. And my task is to catch murderers. Do you mean to say that all twelve missing people have been murdered? Exactly. With this fantastic claim, you're probably on your own. I'm not so sure about that. Ah, Cromwell, this is Act Rayburn. But there's nothing in it about a Smith. Rayburn's friend was called Nash. Good day, Mrs. Simmons. Good day. Where's the lawyer, Gray? I'm alone today. Still, I hope I'll get something to eat. But of course. Please. Where's Evelyn? Look at this, do you hear? Inspector Cromwell is here. He's looking for a supervisor who has too many coins in his pocket. Be careful, or you'll exchange your uniform for a prison baton. Evelyn! How many more times do I have to tell you that I don't like private phone calls? He's in a good mood again. Don't take it so tragically, Evelyn. I'll calm him down again. Service! Where's the service? Our benefactor at Casanova. Mr. Gray sent me here. That's a lie. All right. I came for you. Behind his back. In front of me you mark the strong man, and when Mr. Gray twitches his tail, then you pretend you don't know me. That's not true. I don't make any prescriptions. You'd have to prove that to me first. By not doing what Mr. Gray tells you, but what I tell you. For example? Someone has an assignment for you. You have to earn a lot of money. For both of us. And you'd prove it to me? Do you know the Köhler Hotel in Moher? I have the key to it. Are you satisfied, Mr. Gray? I didn't let anyone in who doesn't fit in. Who? Except yourself. But boss, what are you talking about? About Evelyn. A waitress from Dortmund. I've never seen her again. Certainly not. You're lying. Come on, put your toy away. Do you think you can scare me again? I don't let myself be treated like that. Not by you either, Mr. Gray. That's not necessary anymore, Billy. Let your lawyer give you a good advice. Never come in front of me again, or you'll regret it. You want to leave us now? Mr. Cromwell, I'm sorry. I don't have the energy to dance when I'm after a hot thing. Are you still looking for the missing excuses? I've already found them. Really? And where, if I may ask? In African mailboxes. Is this supposed to be a joke, Inspector? The joke isn't when it's about a dozen murders. Murders? You're making a bold claim, Inspector. According to English law, there's no murder if it's not a corpse. As a corpus delicti. You should become a lawyer for Scotland Yard, Mr. Gray. Would you recommend me? No. You don't think I'm going to give the money to my clients, do you? No, I don't. Mr. Ganslun knows you don't care about anything but the interests of your protection. Thank you. All the less I understand your ease of mind. What gives you the guarantee that the twelve missing prisoners have come to the foreign country safe and sound? You can be sure, Inspector, that the news service of Schmetterling works at least as well as that of Scotland Yard. I have my doubts. 1,500 pounds times 12 makes 18,000 pounds. How can you, as a confirmation of reception for such a sum, afford a few lumpy business cards? Oh, it's you. What are you doing here? Oh, Mr. Cromwell. Good to see you. Imagine, my chauffeur has been missing for two days. I was just looking at the job offers to find a new one. What? Billy no longer works for you? I just told you, he's gone. Well, hopefully you can prove that Billy no longer works for you. Who is that? That was an artist. He was able to send you these business cards from all over the world. I have two of my people locked up in the hotel. One is a driver and the other is a room attendant. Both in the night shift. You're damn careful, Fletcher. You can't be careful enough. Above all, the whole thing must take place without any trace of violence. After all, it's about the daughter of a Texan oil merchant. And on which floor does the beautiful Erwin live? On the twelfth. Well, how am I supposed to get up there? That's your business, Mr. Smith. That's why I asked you to come here, so that you can get familiar with the localities of the Empire Hotel. I want to tell you something, Fletcher. I'll think about the whole story again. Besides, I'd like to look around a bit here first. I'll call you tonight. Okay? I'll wait until ten o'clock. Good. You can reach me under this number. Thank you. Who's there? It's me. Eddie. Aren't you hungry? I haven't eaten all day. Nervous? I won't stay in this hole for long. The newspapers drive me crazy. I'm sick of this damn paper dealer. Calm down. You won't stay here for long. Besides, the boss has a new order for you. You'll go to Plymouth. Listen. Inspector Cromwell told our reporter that it was probably a robbery. The victim had the habit of keeping larger sums of money in the back room of his shop. You see? Not even the famous Cromwell is as smart as he thinks. Let's not do this, Inspector. There's only one way to solve the whole mystery. I'm looking forward to it. And who is it? I'll tell you. It must be someone from Dartmoor. Someone who only does it for the purpose of identifying the middlemen, the secret ways... And also the deadly dangers. You forgot about them. Do you think I wouldn't have come up with such a plan? It's impossible. I can't put any of my people at such a risk. Twelve probably already had to believe it. Thirteen is an unfortunate number. I'm not superstitious. You? You're playing with a terrifying thought. I didn't even know that the Iron Cromwell was terrifying. I would never take responsibility for such madness. So please forget every word that was said between us. Already forgotten. Goodbye, Inspector. And thank you very much for dinner. Oh, uh... I hope you won't be disturbed in your evening rest today. I would be sorry. No, no, no, that's not all, Tom. You forgot one more little thing. So you really insist on it? What do you think? I can't even climb to the portal without a parachute. Well, you only risk breeding, but I always risk my bones. Well... If you don't want to pay, you can climb the river yourself. All right, all right. Thank you. Is everything all right, Chief Inspector? I think so. No, not quite yet. Here. Be careful, it's loaded. I'm sorry to disturb you at your night shift. I warned you. Now I won't be able to help you anymore. Oh, don't worry, Inspector. I'll help myself. Please. I wouldn't be so sure of that, Mr. Nash. Nash is put into prison by Dartmoor. In the high-security fraction. You are well informed, Mr. Watt. Your Tony was delivered to Dartmoor this morning. He's innocent. You have to believe me. He has been acquitted on fresh charges. The court has convicted him. But Tony is not like McRaeburn. It's true, the two were friends. But if you get to know them better, there are hardly two men who are different. Tony is a damn fat bastard. If he's got something in his head, he can't get rid of it. I warned him. But he didn't want to listen to me. So you also believe in his innocence. What I believe is out of the question at all. I personally can't do anything for him. My hands are tied. Things have to take their course now. Oh, Fletcher. Of course, you have a pressure post again, Mr. Sharp, right? Better people have their positions everywhere. Quiet! Talking is forbidden here. Hey, Smith. Richie, he's got company. Mr. Cain. This money is from my reimbursement. If I catch you, I'll ask you on the day of my delivery to Dartmoor. Well, I sent my lawyer enough money so that he can pay the fees. I hope you're lucky, Tony. Certainly, Joyce. Take care. So you believe that the murder of the paper dealer is related to the missing prisoners? I'm convinced of that, sir. This Endercott was brought to silence at the moment... When you wanted to question him? No, sir. When lawyer Gray wanted to question him. I had told Gray that the postcards were fake from Africa. And of course he wanted to convince himself, but he came too late. And you still believe that the kidnappers were murdered? I'm firmly convinced of that. And that Gray was involved? Well, at least he helps the prisoners on the run. Gray is not a fool. If he also suspected that refugees had been killed, he would try to find out who killed the boys. In my opinion, Gray would now like to find out whether the refugees were brought on board a ship. Did he look for a port recently? No, not yet. He needs some time to find out the name of this contact. But trust me. I know you. Of course. From the Darfmoor Inn. Through our mutual friend Evelyn. Uh-huh. Geisel Smith. Your name is not valid here. Here you are your number. Even if you threw the money around back then. I couldn't impress you with that. You yourself have a lot of money. Shut up! One cheeky word and... It's pretty, I mean... What is it about? About Africa. Especially the third chapter is interesting. Thank you, sir. Monday night laundry. Roof hatch loosened. Tie the rope with a hook. Exact time, change of post at the corridor. At 10 p.m. What kind of nonsense is this? What kind of interesting lecture is this? Show me. The book you saw? Of course the book. What else? Show me. Ouch! Have you gone mad? Why? Shit books. None of them fit here. My dear friend, this brings you to jail for eight days. Come on, bitch. Yes, it's me. Lawyer Gray? Why should I disappear? Everything is going well. Why are you so excited? Smith? Yes, yes, I understand. The next criminal who is supposed to run away. Listen, Evelyn. I'll make you responsible for everything. See you later. Mr. Gray? We come from Scotland Yard. The Lord Supreme Court has granted the dissolution of the Schmetterling Association. All files and documents have been confiscated. I have an urgent call to make. Unfortunately, we have to ask you to come with us, Mr. Gray. I hear what I hear. It has to do with the outbursts of the Sträflinge. Evelyn? Nonsense. I'm under cover with lawyer Gray. I heard it clearly. Evelyn! Evelyn, come up here. Nonsense. It's just your love affairs. I can hardly believe it myself. But there is no doubt about it. You wish, Mr. Simmons? Come in. Who did you just talk to? With my fiancé. You're lying! It was lawyer Gray. You were talking about a man who wanted to run away. But, but, Mrs. Simmons, you didn't listen. It happened without my consent. Then you must have misunderstood me. I have arranged a secret rendezvous with my boyfriend. You're still lying? Quiet! I'm asking the questions. Who is your boyfriend? Anyway, none of the guys who are walking around here. He has... I want to know his name. You have no right to do that. As long as I do my work here, I can meet when and where and with whom I want. If that doesn't suit you, look for someone else. And I have always protected this person. If she runs away first, we'll be without a waitress. And you're to blame for that. Me? Who else? If you had locked the doors better, we would have been spared the whole argument. What? You believe her and not me? Nonsense. She's a whore and you're a curious slut. I won't let that happen. I'd rather go right away. I have a feeling something bad is going to happen. Quite the opposite, Mrs. When did you first suspect that your clients could no longer be alive? The doubts, Inspector Cromwell, disturbed me. I tried to roll up the strings of their escape from their end. Africa? Yes. But the murder of the paper dealer made it clear to me that my clients had never reached Africa. The next link in this chain was the broker who was supposed to take me to the ship. But when I finally found out who this man was and when I wanted to question him, he couldn't speak either. Now all I have left is my contact in Dartmoor. I swear to you, Mr. James. Do something. Send your people there before a new crime happens. In one of these nights, Anthony Smith is to escape from the farmhouse. And who is your contact? Good evening. I'd like to rent a room. For how long? I don't know yet. For one night? And if I could have a room with a view of the moor? As you wish. I'll bring you in properly. Can you take off my shoes? It's too stupid that he wants to leave his bracelet to someone. Do you know what time it is? It's 5 o'clock. Why didn't you take off your watch? I don't mean that. It belongs to Mr. Ritchie. He's been looking for it for three days. So, what time is it? Ten past ten. Then you will be able to change posts in ten minutes. Come on. Ah! Good evening, gentlemen. Fletcher, what are you doing here? Do you mind my presence? I haven't let you out of my sight since you entered your cell. And why? It would be unfair if my 2,000 pounds would help you escape and you don't take me with you. That's decided. The release of the post. Who's going to take over the watch now? Someone who got this night job in the laundry? Get out of my way, Fletcher. Both or none? Cut the crap. Take the knife away, Fletcher. Thank you, Blitz. Time. I know. Goodbye. All the best, Tony. And my invitation to the champagne breakfast at the Ritz will be kept, if... If? Stay in the underground, boy. Ouch! Where's the second one? The second one? Why, was there another one? Immediately you notice the outbursts and send a squad to the infamous Crimpen Mire, the most dangerous spot of all Dartmoor. No! And Dartmoor demands its first victim. Why aren't you with the woman? What are you doing in my office? I see. You're just leaving the sinking ship, aren't you? I'll leave as long as I have time. That would be better for you, too. You're staying here. Grey has seen you through. Oh. Did he tell you that on the phone? But that you're leaving us both, he hasn't noticed yet, has he? But don't bother. The Grim Reaper is waiting for you just like he's waiting for me. Misunderstanding, dear Asa. I don't know what Billy did with your wife. What happened here with the escaped criminals, after they signed the undercover cards of Undercut, I was never interested in. The thing with the papers, with the ship's broker, Billy carried out in your order. I only brought him to you. So that's what you thought. Do you think I want to live with you in this swamp? You're hurting me. Asa, you have enough money. Let's get out of here, somewhere no one knows us. But we can't waste time. But first this Smith has to go. He knows too much. I'll take over the women, you go to the bait and get Billy here. He's the only one who can speak against me. And you, of course. Yes, Asa, you're right. But we can't waste time. No. Remember that I can overlook my balcony from the way to the fridge. I've never shot next to it. Mr. Smith. Oh, Miss Evelyn. Mr. Blitz, is that your car? No, it belongs to my friend. Mr. Smith. No. Mr. Grumble. Oh, look at Miss Evelyn Webster. Can I give you some good advice? You shouldn't hang around here alone at night. You'd better come with us. You want to get away from here, don't you? Do you understand? Wow, man. That would have been enough for South America. But we're only going to London. And then we'll stay for a while. You don't want to walk alone here, do you, Miss Webster? I'm not a lifeguard, Inspector. Besides, you'll certainly need a crown. If I weren't such a convincing young fellow, then I'd give you a few more handsome men than those who... Mr. Blitz, give me my glasses. I'll give you anything for Miss Evelyn. Now I'd like to give you some advice, Inspector. If you don't want to be late, leave your car here. Simmons has never missed anyone he had in front of his target. Here, on the stairs. I'm tied up. Did you turn off the screwdriver? Yes. But how? I'll tell you that later. That scoundrel... Hands off! I've never attacked a prisoner without punishment. Ever since he shot me in the groin, everyone has paid for it with their... with their lives. Before that, you had to leave me a very nice coin with the help of the honorable Mr. Gray. Just like you now, Mr. Nash. So you're the connection man, Mr. Gray? Stay where you are! You're a very dangerous fellow, Mr. Nash. Let me catch your jacket. Down there you are. Rayburn, O'Connor, Hartley, all twelve. You'll be the thirteenth soon. The strictest supervisor that Dartmoor ever had. A mass murderer. I was always just the executive arm of justice. But you... You are my first murder. Don't give yourself false hopes, Mr. Simmons. Cromwell must be here at any moment. If Cromwell shows up here, he'll find nothing more than the old lame Simmons. The bog leaves no trace, Mr. Nash. Go, Simmons, as you wish. Joyce, go over to the junkyard. No, Tony. He'll kill you. That's not even so sure, Joyce. Mr. Simmons will have nothing against you if you go. Maybe you're right, Simmons. I'm sorry for you, Mr. Rayburn. But your hero forces me to shoot him in front of your eyes. I'm sorry, Mr. Nash. You almost killed me. Suicide. Exodus. The end. Listen up. The channel for real listening games and retro fans Watch Heinz Drache, Ingmar Zeisberg, Paul Klinger and Friedrich Schönfelder.