Sherlock Holmes and the Voice of Terror

Germany broadcasting,

Germany broadcasting.

People of Britain,

greetings from

the Third Reich.

This is the voice you

have learned to fear.

This is the

Voice of Terror.

Again, we bring

you disaster,

crushing humiliating

disaster.

It is folly to

stand against

the mighty wraith

of the Fuhrer.

Do you need more testimony

of his invincible might

to bring you

to your knees?

Very well.

Are you ready

Operative Number 7?

This is the

Voice of Terror.

The secret

airplane factory

somewhere in England.

Listen, screams of the

dying can still be heard.

This is the

Voice of Terror.

Are you there

people of Britain

shivering in your cellars?

Listen Operative 41.

The fuse is lighted.

Oil to fuel your Navy,

to feed your tanks,

there it goes up in smoke

by the millions

of gallons.

This is the

Voice of Terror.

Do you still believe

that there are

secrets unknown

to the Fuhrer?

Listen, tonight at 7:10

an important diplomat

boarded a train

at a little station

outside Liverpool.

Each split second

is accounted for.

The rails divide,

the train hurtles

through the air,

the diplomat will make

no report in London.

This is the

Voice of Terror.

Englishmen, do you

still await your doom

in your stupid,

stuffy little clubs?

It will come,

I promise you.

Operative 23,

the time is now.

We strike you

on the high seas

as well as on the land.

This is the

Voice of Terror.

Englishmen,

the Fuhrer strikes

you now as he pleases.

Water pours through

your greatest dams

smashing everything

before it,

even as our

invincible armies

roar toward their

objectives.

Despite the

effective work

done by the Intelligence

Inner Council,

Jailing fifth columnists

and saboteurs,

despite their efficiency

in coordinating

military strategy

based on information

of enemy movements,

they seem unable

to cope with

the Voice of Terror.

Already six military

catastrophes have occurred.

Unmitigated nerve

of the Press.

Now they're attacking us.

Blast the fellow

to kingdom come.

If only we could keep

this insidious

stuff off the air.

I'm not sure that

I agree with you.

What purpose

would that serve?

Well, the people wouldn't

have to listen to it.

I've been talking

to Crosbie,

the Radio Technician,

if we want him

jammed off the air

Crosbie can do it.

I've been working

along other lines.

I've asked Mr. Sherlock

Holmes to come here.

What, Sherlock Holmes?

This isn't a case for

a private detective.

It's a matter of state.

In this emergency we

should take advantage

of everyone's

peculiar gifts.

Mr. Holmes is the most

subtle and extraordinary

Private Investigator

of our time.

Are you intimating

that the

army and navy

intelligence

plus Scotland Yard

are not equal to the

occasion, Sir Evan?

I'm sure they're

equal to any occasion.

They've done a

marvelous job

of lining up

fifth columnists,

saboteurs, and

keeping us informed

of the enemy's movements.

But the Voice of Terror

seems to have

them stumped.

Sherlock Holmes may

have a new approach

that will solve

the problem.

What's happened

inside these walls

has always been secret.

We don't want any

outsiders here.

I'm positively and

irrevocably opposed

to calling in

Sherlock Holmes.

Perhaps you'll

change your mind.

I see nothing whatever

to make me do so.

Prentiss is right.

For ordinary criminal

investigation

Holmes is excellent

but not for this.

He's unorthodox

and theatrical.

I can tell you

all about him.

Gentlemen, perhaps I can

throw some light on

the subject myself.

Holmes, how are you?

So good of you to come.

Good afternoon, Sir Evan.

Your card opened

all doors.

Blauser,

you've put on

a little weight

since you left school.

You don't look any

younger yourself, Dimples.

How are you?

Fine.

Come in would you.

You know these gentlemen?

I think so.

How do you do?

I haven't had

the pleasure.

May I introduce my friend

and associate, Dr. Watson?

Hello.

How do you do?

I'm afraid I've arrived

at an embarrassing moment.

Not at all.

This gentleman here,

Admiral Sir John Prentiss,

Admiral Prentiss

objects most strongly

to my being called in.

How could you

possibly infer that?

Look on the carpet.

Carpet?

A man who rises

from his chair

and digs his heels

sternly into the carpet

is violently opposed

to something,

and the Admiral being

quite distressed

by the criticisms

of the Press

would be most apt to

resent my intrusion.

Well.

You've just arrived

from Seven Oaks.

Yes, of course.

How on earth did

you know that?

Pardon my mentioning it

but adhering to

your left boot heel

is a clay known

only in Seven Oaks.

An amazing piece

of deduction.

Elementary my dear Barham.

Here's a broadcast of

the Voice of Terror.

Greetings from

the Third Reich.

Are you listening

stout fellows

across the channel?

Are you listening

you little body

of incompetent men

known as the

Inner Council?

Today a new thrill,

a new proof of the

invincibility

of the Fuhrer.

Right now a packed

express train

laden with British

troops and nurses

is speeding

across England.

In just one moment

it will leave the

rails forever,

crashing twisted metal,

the cries of

the dying...

They can't,

they wouldn't dare.

It's impossible.

They couldn't have...

...men are

laughing, joking.

That one in the third car

reads a letter from home.

It is the last letter

he will ever receive.

The train is

rounding a curve.

Its whistle is screaming.

Farewell it is

saying, farewell.

You have just heard

an exact reproduction

of the way it sounds,

the way it must

actually be.

The hearts of the

German people bleed

that innocent men and

women have to be killed

because your stupid...

Shore speaking.

Have you any news of

the Liverpool Express?

...time and time

again offered in peace.

But if you're blundering

war cabinet cannot see

that England is

already lost,

that it is our

sacred German duty

to prove it to them

over and over and over

until they are on their

knees begging, pleading,

groveling for the

exquisite mercy

of our Fuhrer.

Each night the Voice of

Terror will announce...

Shut it off.

Stop it.

...even as you

listen and you...

I'm sorry.

Do what you can, Holmes.

This frightful thing

has got to be stopped.

His son was on that train.

How did they find out

about the troops?

It was an absolute secret.

Gentlemen,

something must be done

about this thing at once.

Yes.

First of all then,

the voice must not be

blocked off the air.

But he's a menace.

All over the empire

this horrible

news is broadcast,

blown up out of

all proportions.

The world is beginning

to believe it.

Even our allies are

counting England out.

People are

frightened, panicky.

The British people are

not so easily pairing.

It's dangerous I tell you

to let this thing go on.

Dangerous, yes,

Captain Shore,

but we must

continue to listen.

What for,

so that we can keep

on guessing who it is?

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