Kommissar Rex - Marc - 8x1

INSPECTOR REX NO KlSSlNG THE POLlCE Let's go eat after the movie. I'm so hungry. I know where we'll go and what I'll eat. Schnitzel, rice and potato salad. All right, I'll shut up. Sorry. Excuse me. Hey, my wallet! No, my wallet. - I wasn't even near you. - Your mate stole it. And he's clumsy. - I'll call the police. - Great. I'll report you, ***! There you are, guys. Open up. I've still got other plans. Do you always carry handcuffs? Don't you? Hello. I'll have some olives, some sardines, and some sun-dried tomatoes, and some mushrooms. - A bit of everything. - Yes, but no onions. Oh my God, I'm so sorry. - I'm really very sorry. - So am l. Give me your jacket. I'll wash it out with hot water. Thank you. What are you up to? Oh, that... Please don't panic. Can you hold this? I'm a policeman. Here's my badge. Don't worry. Sorry I'm late, I was held up. You came. What's wrong? They're fresh. Doesn't hurt at all. Been skating long? - What? - Been skating long? - Since I saw you here. - Your skates do look new. Got a bandage? No, not here, but at home. I live quite close. Come on. - What's going on? - Quiet! ***! This is a cinema! There must be a reason he's barking. There's a gas leak. Please leave immediately. Come on, hurry, hurry. Come, Rex. Sorry, I sneeze when I'm excited. It doesn't matter. - Bless you. - Thank you. This could have been tragic, if your dog hadn't noticed. So I did well to smuggle him in. You see, Rex is quite leisure oriented. But when something's up, he goes right on duty. You didn't see all of the film. I'll get you two tickets. For you and the dog. Basically I only came because of your injury. Forget it. It doesn't hurt now at all. You didn't fall just by chance, did you? No, I did have to train for it a bit. Quite unnecessary. If you hadn't fallen over, I'd have thought of something. So this is where you live. I've been trying, for a while at least. The rent's low, but restoring it... Whenever I have money I get a tradesman. Do you do anything yourself? No, I don't. I have no talent for it. And when it's all finished, will your girlfriend move in? Is that a trick question? Do you always reply with a question? No. And no girlfriend... right now. And... what about you? My story ended six months ago. And why? Because he thought he could boss me around. It wasn't a relationship, it was a bind. - Mine thought she knew it all. - How long did that last? Until she began pointing it out. So you play tennis? It's for the dog. Your dog? No. I've wanted one since I was a kid. - Why not get one? - It just didn't happen. So you have the ball, but not the dog. I see. - What will you do tomorrow? - I start a new job. - I see. What is it you do? - I'll tell you next time. - So it's bad? - No. And what do you do? - You'll be surprised too. - You're a gangster? Possibly. You want water? Of course, Officer. Morning. Hello, Rex. Hi there. - Welcome to Homicide. Coffee? - Sure. - For you, to introduce myself. - Red or white? White. I got something for you too, of course. You'll never guess what it is. Hey, are you still taking that desk over there? Sure. Do you always carry it like that? No, only when it's cold. I left it in the freezer overnight. I see. Tell me, Fritz, has the new guy been here yet? Yes, right after you got here. Well? Sweet, clever, very attractive. - I see. - I bought a flower right away. - And where's he from? - Homicide in St Pölten. - What's his name? - Niki. Hello. You can call me Niki. Yes, hello. I'm Hoffmann. Marc Hoffmann. Nice to meet you. This is Fritz, who you already met. Here, I brought you something. Thank you. This is... Say nothing. Thank you, Rex. The cake's really for Rex. This is for you. The best pencil sharpener there is. When I was here before, I noticed your pencils. Nothing for you as I don't know you yet. - Sure. How could you? - Exactly. I'll go and get some proper glasses. Did you know who I was? Of course not. Just ask Kunz. Did you? Are you implying I knew who you were? Who was the one who fell while skating? Me. But we're still colleagues. - And I'm your superior. - What a pity. Hoffmann, Homicide. No, he's not here now, so... Yes, we're on our way. Thank you. What's up? A couple, murdered... What do you think of women? Me too. But did you see how he looked at her? Weird. But they'll get used to each other. - Why didn't you tell me? - Why didn't you? - Who'd kiss a policeman? - Some people are prejudiced. I know. I think we should forget it. I easily separate my private and professional lives. I can't, unfortunately. That was the last one. Morning. - Yes, what's up? - Hi, Leon. Meet my new colleagues. Hello, my name is Graf. I'm Hoffmann. Herzog. Well, we'll be meeting quite often in future, I guess. Several bullets were fired all of which exited the bodies except one. Probably a high-calibre weapon. That's possible. The gunshot wounds slant downwards, indicating the culprit stood in front of the car. No smoke traces on the victims or on the windscreen. - Either he stood further away... - Or... he used a silencer. Yes, excellent. Whose forensic lectures did you attend? Yours, Professor. Really? I'm very pleased to hear that. There are black fibres on the windscreen. They left those for you to look at. Now... what else? Rigor mortis had set in totally, so, considering the temperature, they'd been dead seven or eight hours. So I imagine it happened around 1 1 last night. Thank you. Look, this branch is newly broken. It points in the direction opposite the scene of the crime. So the culprit fled that way. Tyre marks, made by a bike, it looks like. - I wouldn't have seen that. - That's not all Rex will tell us. Look at this. Black fibres. Like the ones on the car. They've been identified. Married. But not to each other. Must you play with the dog? It makes me nervous. Any reason to be nervous? My wife was murdered last night. And you have a motive, but no alibi. How can l? I was alone in my office till midnight. That's what an architect does who's just set up his own firm. Does the dog have a question or can I go? Your co-workers say you often acted jealous. True. Because I knew I left my wife alone too much. - What's wrong? - Can't we go somewhere? - I'm scared because... - Some guy's shooting couples? Yes. It makes it more exciting. Nobody's there, baby. I couldn't know where my wife and her lover went. Maybe you saw them and followed them. Rex, watch the ball. In the Vienna Woods ten minutes ago a masked man threatened a couple. They escaped and are now in a parking lot on the Hoehenstrasse. Fine. Rex, come on, there's work to do. Listen, keep him until I call you. The gun's in the middle drawer. I'm looking for the damn bag with those wool fibres. Top drawer. Your gun. - Thanks. - You're welcome. Must I tell you the story all over again? No. I was about to ask if you'd like a coffee. We'll take you home. You'll feel better there. All the best. Singer Strasse. I sent your girlfriend home. She's not well. Thanks. Did you notice anything about the man? Tall, short, fat, thin, rapid or slow moving? All I saw was the gun and the mask, and I was off. And where was he? Where your dog is now. Thanks. When I saw him, he was here. Then he pulled out the gun. We were lucky to get away alive. Was he the one from last night? We'll find out. There are imitators, too. Search. Search. - Bike tracks. - Just like yesterday. Lost the track. There you are. I see. So you're going to sleep here. I'll wish you good night then. Well, we can forget about the husband. It must be a serial killer who plans his murders. Remember the fibres on the windscreen? Perhaps he took something from the car. The dead woman had no lipstick with her. So? Who says she ever had one? The forensic report mentions traces of lipstick. If you cheat on your hubby, you return with perfect make-up. True. Tell me, why did you join the police force? - And you? - Always reply with a question? No, why? My father worked in Homicide. Even as a child I wanted to know what he did. So I began to read his files. Inquisitive, eh? And you? I studied law but it was too theoretical. Hey, I got the information you wanted. Two men who live in the vicinity were reported as peeping Toms. - That's it, then. - A *** isn't a murderer. But men often begin as voyeurs and end up assaulting couples. It figures that the crimes happened on his turf, which he knows. In any case, he's struck twice. He enjoys destroying what he can't get, so he keeps on. Let's check those two out. You go with your master. - Mr Spaeth? - Yes, what is it? Herzog, Crime Squad. Can I talk to you? Yes. I have some idea why you're here. It's always the same if something happens. How nice they're now sending women to handle these things. I read your file. You enjoy watching couples? I watch nature. Where one lies on top of the other. And now you'll ask me where I was on those two nights. Thanks for your co-operation. - Doing night work. - With binoculars, I bet. I only watch during the day. At night I work. - At the Bussi Bar. - As an emcee? No, I do the lighting for the strippers. - So you see plenty. - That's no good. They do it for money. I prefer it... to be natural. - You know... - You'll check it. - Right. - The manager's my witness. All right. Thank you. If you ever need a second job, I could put a word in for you at the bar. If I find the time between *** cases, I'll call you. I wouldn't do that, Mr Künzel. Marc Hoffmann, Homicide. Where were we the past two nights? I don't know where you were. - I was... - Well? At the Sophien Hospital. Someone caught me and then... - I got a beating. - Tough luck, Mr Künzel. Yes. - May I go now? - Yes, sure. - What? - The beast. Mr Künzel, stay within reach, okay? Yes. Bruised leg? No. A kick up the ***. Well, how's the goulash? Delicious. But I have no time to enjoy it. I'm sorry, but I can't help you. Those two in the photo mean nothing to me. And I didn't notice anyone else. Statistically, murderers don't look the part. But in a way I sympathise a little bit. It's not right, what dating couples get up to. At home, that's fine, but not in public. They're all over the place around the inn. Good, they're your patrons. Not any more, they're not. Hardly anyone came last night. If this goes on, we'll have to close. How many patrons a place needs is a matter of opinion. If the police start coming, we can shut up shop. - We'll do our best. - Leave it, lnspector. Keep the change. Goodbye. Goodbye. How often have I told you... Shut up if you're not sure what to say! Sorry. If any of those guys come, you tell them what I told him. That you and I were at the inn all day yesterday. - So we were. - Just to be sure. If Mum were alive, things would be easier. I know. The two prowlers were a flop. And the Pokornys too. But you said the proprietor was strange. That their accounts differed. Yes, but those two were at the inn at the time. - They provide each other's alibi. - But... Pokorny, lovers in a car... That name came up in a *** case at my previous station. - What are the first names? - Paul, and the son is Fritz. Fritz, yes. He was a suspect in the *** of a woman. He was nearby. Later her boyfriend was sentenced for the ***. That's just like this case. It won't get you a search warrant from the magistrate. Tell me, do these two live at the inn? No, they return home at night to inner Vienna. Good, Rex. Stay here and keep watch. Not again. Damn those arseholes. There's nothing here to steal. *** off, you ***! Come in. Make yourself at home. We had a narrow escape, I can tell you. It's cosy here. The two of us just broke into Pokorny's inn. That fool Kunz told us it's empty at night. And suddenly this guy turns up. Going by what Kunz said, it was Pokorny senior. I hid behind some shelves just in time. There was a red woman's shoe hidden behind the books. - Your boyfriend? - What? - I asked if he's your boyfriend. - A red shoe? In that other case, a red shoe disappeared. A colleague sent me the file. The woman was strangled with her scarf. Where did I put it? Her boyfriend, who was convicted for the ***, said he'd left her briefly to get a drink, and came back to find her dead and one of her shoes missing. His lawyer said a fetishist must have taken the shoe. Did it look like this? It's useless. Even if Pokorny admits he took it it doesn't prove he's a killer. You're right. Thanks, Rex. You saved my blouse. Well, was he your boyfriend? Or not? My father. He's dead. I need a schnapps. And you? And I tipped him for the goulash. Why not go and get him? Forget it, Fritz. I was in his flat illegally. Pokorny has an alibi in both cases from his father. And having jailed an innocent man they'd never re-open the case. And the items belonging to the victims? With one it was a shoe and the other a lipstick. It's okay, Rex. We're not arguing. Right, Kunz? A magistrate can say that in this case a gun was used so there's no connection, in spite of the shoe. Nice to work with someone who studied law. But what about the father? - Is there a case? - Possibly. We can go now. What? - Waiter. - Yes? - Bill, please. - Sure. Four glasses of champagne... And a bottle of this fine wine to take with us, please. Well, well... That comes to 45 euros 60 cents. - What? - 45 euros 60 cents. You sure aren't cheap. - Keep it. - Thanks. Come on. - Thanks. - Have fun. Enjoy your evening. - I feel a migraine coming on. - Go and sit under the infra-red. - Yes. - It's pretty quiet now anyway. That's right. - What are you doing? - Getting rid of this. - Before someone finds it. - Let that be my business. You do what I tell you. Take your hand away. We're faking. I'm trying, but right now it's hard to tell what's what. Could it happen again so soon? - Sure. - I meant, with Pokorny. No idea. Do you hear something? No. Hands up! Police! You're the lovers' murderer? Yes. You shot a man two nights ago? And *** the woman, then shot her? - Yes. - Yes, Mr Pokorny. But it didn't happen like that. - You're covering for your son. - Say the truth. I knew something was wrong. He set up a dummy to make me believe he was at home. He was leaving, but I stopped him. The idea was... that if he was seen at home when a couple was threatened, he'd have an alibi. He mustn't go to jail. - He needs psychiatric treatment. - Get into the car. Rex, watch him. Stop! Police! Rex, come. Rex, go find him. Go in. I'll take the corridor. Marc, Marc! - What's happening? - Everything's fine. I was just checking your vest. Help me. My father died in a situation like this. ***. Sometimes I get scared. You know what? Me too. Not you, eh? Niki, I'd never have done something that dangerous. Come on. That's rubbish. Niki and Rex as partners, bullet-proof vests and windscreens... What more could you want? Breakfast. No, I have to inform the magistrate. Pokorny also admitted to the earlier ***, so the innocent man must be freed. Look, Fritz, old Pokorny had to bring up his son alone. Everything to do with sex was dirty and forbidden, so he ended up being a loner who secretly watched lovers. And at some point he simply lost it. - Coming along? - No. Come on. I'll buy you a goulash. - In that case... - Come, Rex! Rex, come on, breakfast�