 Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen, Ali Pasha on his way to visit his mother Sunday afternoon and he always visited his mother on Sunday afternoon. It was a thing she could count on. A mother has always wanted a place of her own. Where she could get away from it all secluded. Ali gave it to her. The deepest dungeon in Turkey. Hello mother. Tonight in my report to you on Ali Pasha, a Turkish delight. Crime Classics, a series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, gonna serve crime, student of violence, and teller of murder. Now once again, Thomas Highland. There were harems in those days and fesses and veils and scimitars and slaughter. Albania's chief imports from her Turkish masters. Before in 1750, the Ottoman Empire was still powerful and bled her vassals, left Albania bleak and starving, and a wild country scourged with marauding bandit tribes. It was terror and theft and pillage and flame and a child's mute staring at death's image. Ali, at the age of nine, childlike reaction to the murder of his father, a silent comment upon the raid of the horsemen of the Kishoran tribe. My child, my child. Mother, a new widow whose name was Khamko. My child, see there in the corner, your brother and your sister, huddled in silence and weak, having found sleep to shield them from pain. Weak and coward. So there is but you and I. Then listen. This night the Kishora came down from the hills and killed your father and burned all there was to burn. So that now we live in a cave. Your father was weak without the strength to fight them off. The wealth of a man is his only so long as he is strong enough to keep it and this includes his life. So therefore you will be strong Ali, and whatever you truly wish will be your because of that strength. You will avenge this night Ali, but above all remember this night as a symbol. Those with power flourish. To them anything is allowed, power and no compassion for your enemies. That is the trick. Tonight you have gained wisdom. Now, sleep. Mother's charge to her son, which was the next week translated into action when the two of them left the cave and went down into town. The first house they came upon belonged to a shepherd and his wife who welcomed them inside. Bread and curd was brought and when the refast was over the mother and son each displayed a pistol lamb. Became homeowners again and Fetched brother and sister and the family was complete again, and so it went and so did time. From homeowner to landowner and then I am honored sir that you have come to visit me, said the widow to a palace owner who lived on the hill. I bid you enter. Word of your beauty has come from the hill and I wish to see it. And this is my son and now that my eyes have looked upon you, I Despise myself for not coming sooner. This is my son and his name is Ali and in the hills though Closer to heaven we are There is no such beauty as you are. His name is Ali and one day he will be great. I fall at your feet and kiss your hem. One day he will be great. He has a brother and sister that they are weakly Not Ali not my son Ali. I love you. What will happen to my son? Young man Come near. How would you like to live in a palace young man? Kamco. Yes, what a pleasing smile your son wears Yes Let all of us Live in a palace who made the invitation was named Zurat an amazingly spry fellow who was almost 70 a Birthday he never celebrated and that's how Ali came to be a prince Not an important prince as Prince's goal But he had the run of a pretty good palace a traveled around a lot to Turkey to Greece and Crete a Life agreed with him and he grew into a strapping young man The family prospered and by this time Ali had fallen into a habit It was never difficult for him to kill Not for the mother like he had In Kardiki there is a man. He owns a province He has a harem of 20 and a table of 40 and Plains his name is good for sure and If he were plain all his property could be taken by his slayer and More than that The last survivor of the tribe which knew your father. I Have summoned you to remind you of it Yeah Needless to say Ali became the new owner of a new harem and new horses and slaves and the tribe which had slain His father was now extinct and the month later. I Have summoned you to tell you the Pasha of Del Vino is young and strong and Swear that no man will face him. I Thought you should know it Needless to say Ali put the title of Pasha of Del Vino under his belt and the next month We have such a nice family. Yes, we do Your brother is content with his sheep and his wife and my sister is married to the Pasha of Argy Rokastrom And you wealthy and with much power Ali Yes, your sister is wealthier than you and with more power I thought of that her husband has provinces and much gold I'm fond of him. He has a domain second only to the Sultan Nevertheless, he's a good man and thinks only of how to make my sister happy listen to me Do not ask me to kill you once when you were nine years old you lived in a cave And there was a heart in you of a young lion. That's how it is today You would be second to the Sultan Yes, then kill him And tell me what else is he's a great man and a great husband Or look about you one of the many wonders This very lake was a village and my husband once heard me cry out of this quality So he made a lake of it and slaves to paddle me about him It is now and look below how clear the water. You can still see the houses You glow when you speak of him. He is gentle and you love him dearly Love me. Yes I'm not sure He shuns a harem for me and my whim becomes a lake a castle a jewel saddle whatever my Yet yet what see there he waits for the landing. You've not answered me yet. What I do not know Then ask yourself this Would you weep if you were dead? If you were slain Why are you here only Pay homage to my sister to slay her husband Tell me do you love him do not kill him If he were to die the people of his province would take allegiance to me and I would be second to the Sultan Are you not tired of killing? No, but you killed so many I was born to know your mother should not curl your lip when you say the word She is ambitious and evil and has taught you to kill do not speak of herself. She has eluded you cheated you know Her flesh and her blood she has made a slave. She says kill to you when you kill You are not a friend. Sorry, would you weep for him Ali? Yes? We are the strongest you and wields the sword. We shall see Yeah, take your wife's lovely hand and help her onto the land day Beloved husband beloved truly We were speaking solemn on about you We we wondered if my sister would weep were you to die and what did you answer him wife? I Were you to be slain and what did you answer him? I? Told him I did not know And what do you think Ali? Were you to die? Yes, I know And I wondered when the realization would come if I were slain You would be next to this old town in power What do you wish? No, then what? Settlement here and now Here and now Then a sidewife will see who's that you will weep for your brothers or your husband Beside sister weeps mother she will tire of it. She's wept like this since the moment of her husband's death She will find another husband She told me this mother that you have deluded me cheated me But I'm your slave In spite of my power. I'm your slave But the power is not truly mine, but yours But I am your slave two of them looked at each other and understood each other And then walked away from each other and only the sister remained And she was done with her weeping She smiled She was the type of girl who hated her mother Listening to crime classics and your host Thomas Highland and his report to you on Ali Pasha a Turkish delight Albanians point to their own country as the land of opportunity They point to a nurse while cave-dweller named Ali who grew so in stature that he negotiated treaties with France and England and Russia Who maneuvered armies and history whose court was filled with famous people and alchemists and philosophers and Greek poets Whose days were filled with plunder and new delights and the cackle of spilling jewels and the swish of silk This story we're discussing here has its climax when Ali was in his late 20s When he was well down the road of becoming a child of history I'll be at a terrible one This then is the story of one boy and his mother a mother whose name was come Cole Who one day traveled into the hill country to visit another son? It is fine to see you. What do you do here, mother? Cannot a mother visit her son. The last time we spoke to one another You called me vile coward and told me you never wished to see me. I bruised my heart remembering It is what I came for to be forgiven and not to laugh at me your son a shepherd clothed in matted wool among my sheep Not to laugh at you to be forgiven. I forgive you Mother yes, what do you really want? What do you mean you and my brother Ali you have this part of the world to own why do you waste your time with me I? Stopped at your house taboo and your wife directed me to where I would find you and she once Was beautiful and now she withers And your children cry too often novel and your heart is bruised. Yes, and you wish me to serve it. Yes, how? Your brother frightens me Truly and his love for me has spilled off It is a hatred now We put on my shoulder mother he lost for a solitary power He envisioned himself an alexander a seizure which in truth. He is a minor one, but nevertheless of the breed Congratulations mother cruel son then truly tell me what you wish Slay him My own brother and everything he has will be yours His palaces his parents is the state His force his power to command death and spare life and more what's more Kindness is for your wife She has but to have a whim and it becomes a real And so it would be for your children Would you like that? Oh, yeah Then do it Play him his brother. I am a boo see Here is the seal from his mother Admit me my brother a boo. Yes How many years 10? You're a shepherd doctor. Yes From your dress poor Yes You're welcome there that remains to be seen I was sent here to slay you Yes, I was to come here and greet you and reestablish our brotherly love to recall the olden days and reestablished heartening memories Then I was to devise some stratagem such as Perhaps you would doze and I would stab you why? Because you were a tyrant True Some device you understand and you would be slain True Our mother sent you to me. Yes. Yes. She did But you are a shepherd a gentleman who sleeps beneath the stars and loves children and plays the rea and I am a coward Now what will you do with me? You see a boo didn't care very much for his mother either And something bucolic in his shepherd's soul wanted to see two animals He called mother and brother Against each other. What will you do with me ali? He persisted and ali looked at his brother with a grave and stern face It should be mentioned that ali always kept a headsman at his back And he need only to bend a finger and a head would roll and be picked up and spiked and exhibited to the countrymen So when a boo asked what will you do with me again? Even the headsman was surprised when ali smiled and as was the custom for visiting relatives He provided his brother with a slow tour through the palace which included the fountains the boar pen the harem the baz Then ali gave him a new matted wool tunic and sent him home Then ali made a gesture toward the headsman which meant come with me So a way they went to the minarets of his mother's pavillion What's she doing? For you Position to the noble kanko as are we all physicians? What does the matter with her yield? You know who I am of course, and I command you to tell me what is wrong with her yield But grievously unto death no No, no Walk with me. Yes. You were saying physician not grievously ill for such a conclave of physicians as the one which is gathered about Sit the city of physician and let your mind dance happily with the fountains dancer. See How bright the world when seen through leaping crystal You sigh you're weary We've come a long way to attend my mother from Alexandria Are you famous there and wealthy fame? But no fountains And fountain physician What do they make you want to do? What symbol are they to you? Well extreme well Kings perhaps In my court are the physicians of the world Alchemists and doctors of repute from spain and france Each serves me and each night goes home to his palace to meditate and experiment Their sojourn in my household is looked upon as a thing. I've dreamt of sojourning in your household How grievously is my mother ill? She complains of delicate pains in the thoracic region as if her heart were filigreed with tiny stabbings Diagnosis She eats too much All that is wrong with her She speaks of a spinning in the cephalum that leaves a veil of mist on the forehead And this is the symptom of she eats too much And you will prescribe liquorous pellet and exercise Physician Yes Prescribe poison Poison Kindly poison the gentle one one placed upon the tongue that melts into Death and immediately pervades Attend the poison one that causes sweet and instant death I cannot and I will have you beheaded and summon another physician to do my bidding first listen to me Your mother come go make each of us each of the physicians taste first her medicines Either way I should die I see I'm sorry then listen. Yes This prescription My mother needs solitude And darkness Oh Such a place is provided in a dungeon in my castle. Oh Listen to the fountain Do you hear them Do you hear the fountain Your highness Yes physician The sleeping potion I'll give to her and then you or whomever you signal can move her to wherever you wish Yes And for me First sleep Venus sojourn your highness In my household on his way to visit his mother. It's sunday afternoon Sunday afternoon his mother looked terrible For an instant I thought you were dead Murderer But I behold the lamp close that I may look upon your face Yeah, and I cannot move And you mock me When will you die? Eva Eva When will you die? My death began The moment I gave you birth Why do you bitter yourself with it? It is of your doing. This that has happened is of your doing Rejoice mother What are you saying rejoice? For I am to be proclaimed Ali pashar of all the empire the most powerful caliph the world has ever known Rejoice Listen to me Yes Lift me up And carry me from this dungeon That I may see Your glory no no no you will stay here and feast on the echoes of it. I'll just believe this mother I will have shrines erected to your memory Do you hear me? Do you hear me? Do you hear me back upstairs and as soon as he walked into the sunlight he was proclaimed pashar Then he bade his slaves to seal up the dungeon From here on there was no stopping him He formed an army and drove the russians from the ionian islands off the albanian coast He formed another army and became undisputed master of apyrus montenegro and fessily He became known as the lion of yanina because of his fearlessness in battle He was also known as the blood letter He lived to be a venerable 80 He never did become a venerable 81 and because one day hey, your grand was here to the brains behind the whole ottoman empire Welcome Ali Uh, what is that in the package? I have brought to you a jewel from turkistan Thank you. It's a rare sapphire from turkistan's lofty of thumb. Oh Thank you What can I do for you? Nothing but permit to kiss the sleeve of your sacred robe Kiss It's best I described this little scene for you as ali meant to kiss the sleeve of the vizier's sacred garment He got there all right, but He never got to straighten up the grand vizier put a knife in his back Right up to the jeweled hilt ali was dead Europe celebrated ali pasha tonight's crime classic was adapted from translations of the documents of the times by morten fine And david predkin the music was composed and conducted by bernard herman and the program is produced and directed by elliott lewis thomas highland is portrayed on radio by lou merrill Tonight's story haunts conread was heard as ali pasha and paulowin's loy's comco Featured in the cast were lily and bife jack crucian curt martel vick parent and edgar barrier bob laman speaking here again Is thomas highland? Thank you. Good night