00:00In December 1948, on a warm summer morning in Adelaide, Australia, a well-dressed man was
00:05found dead on Somerton Beach. He lay neatly on the sand, his head resting against the seawall,
00:10as if he had simply fallen asleep watching the ocean. He wore a crisp white shirt, a fashionable
00:16tie, and polished shoes, but his suit jacket was nowhere to be found. There were no signs of
00:21violence, no wounds, no struggle, and in his pockets there was nothing at all. No wallet,
00:26no keys, no identification. Every single label had been carefully cut from his clothing,
00:32as if someone had tried to erase who he was. The autopsy revealed a shocking secret. His spleen was
00:39three times its normal size, his liver swollen and congested, his stomach filled with blood.
00:45The pathologist believed he had been poisoned, yet no trace of poison was ever found in his body.
00:51Witnesses came forward with strange stories. A couple walking the beach that evening said
00:56they saw the man lying in the exact same position hours earlier, and thought he was simply sleeping.
01:02Another man claimed he saw someone carrying the body, but none of it led anywhere.
01:07Then came the strangest clue of all. Hidden deep inside a secret pocket of his trousers,
01:13police discovered a tiny scrap of paper, torn from a book. Two words were printed on it,
01:18tamam should. In Persian, it means, it is ended. Detectives searched the world for the book it came
01:26from, and found it, a rare edition of the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, left in the back seat of a
01:32stranger's
01:33car. And inside that book, someone had scribbled a mysterious code, five lines of jumbled letters that
01:40no one has ever been able to decode. Experts, spies, and code breakers have all tried, and all have
01:46failed. Who was the Somerton man? A spy caught in a deadly game? A heartbroken lover? A stranger
01:54silenced forever? More than 75 years later, the case remains unsolved. So tell me, what do you think
02:02those final words really meant?
