All language subtitles for Kommissar Rex S02E04 Tödliche Verführung

INSPECTOR REX

DEADLY SEDUCTlON

May I photograph you?

That depends.

On what?

Nothing's for free.
Perhaps you'll publish them.

I take photos
for private purposes.

And for very private ones
I wouldn't mind paying.

All right then.

I wanted pictures
with different backgrounds.

You must know places
in the city.

We could get to know
each other.

Fine.

I'll have to pay the bill.

Let me do that.

For you.

Perhaps you'd agree
to be my guide.

I must get back.

I'm on my lunchbreak.

I work in a boutique.
Till I find something better.

- The pay is lousy.
- I understand.

We can all do
with a little side job.

Shall we meet tonight?

- When do you finish?
- At 6 p.m.

I'm at the Palais Hotel,
room No. 420. Right?

Fine.

Tell me,

where could I photograph
other great guys like you?

Perhaps in the Volksgarten,
5 minutes from here.

But only pictures...
you already have a date.

- May I photograph you?
- Leave me alone.

Sorry.

- May I photograph you?
- Why not? If you enjoy it.

Thank you.

Now, Rex.

These are the last boxes.

Apart from the very big ones.
And the furniture.

And we can move in.

That's too heavy.
Just keep guard, okay?

Mr Moser?

Mr Moser.

Good morning.

- What a surprise!
- I saw your car and stopped by.

I see Rex closed all the doors.

As you know, he's jealous.

Does he have reason to be?

As we know, dogs sense it
when there's...

Do come in.

I've only ever seen the house
in passing.

- It looks cosy.
- It is, too.

- Come inside.
- I'm due at the surgery.

How's Rex?

So well I don't come
to see you any more.

- What about that dinner?
- Not my fault.

Not mine either.
It's just been so busy.

My colleague's on holiday.

Rex, come on.

Rex, go and play
in the yard.

- What do you actually do?
- Me? Why?

I see. Well, l...
I'm a police officer.

So you always carry a pistol?

I was dropping off some stuff
on my way to work.

- Police, eh?
- Yes.

You're always on duty,
you can never relax

and the phone rings
twenty-four hours a day.

That's prejudice.
My private life is normal.

Let me take you out
to breakfast.

We'll do a proper dinner
later on.

- Nothing important.
- I'd have time for coffee.

Yes? What's up, Stocki?

Sorry.

Where?

Which hotel?
All right, I'm coming.

Breakfast is off.

Policemen are never there
when you need them.

Don't complain.
I didn't kill him.

If H�llerer were here
you could have come later.

But it was you who rang me,
you!

And I missed out on a date
with a lovely lady.

- Rex helped too.
- Exactly.

- What?
- Nothing.

So what do you know?

A hotel guest was robbed
and stabbed.

Room service found him
this morning.

- Who was he?
- Bernd Holzmann.

He'd been here 3 days.
A German.

Don't be surprised.
Graf's in a bad mood.

No, Rex.
You stay outside.

I repeat. I'm Dr Graf
and I expect his call.

- Thanks.
- Hi, Leo.

Hi, Richard. The body's there.

Well?

There's not very much
unfortunately.

The man was stabbed
in the early evening

between 4 and 6 p.m.

with a letter opener.

The ones they have
in hotels.

You can overdo service.

A crime of passion?

I can only tell you more
about the murder

after examining the incisions.

He was violently stabbed
several times.

The blade was pushed up to...

Could you give us
just a few more gory details?

Right... the man was stabbed
six times and fought back,

as the injuries on the palms
of his hands show.

The room wasn't only ransacked.

Traces of a struggle lead from
the entrance right into this room.

It's possible that
the killer was hurt as well.

But first I need the body
for autopsy.

Have a nice day,
gentlemen.

- Have a nice day.
- Sure.

- What's with him?
- They towed his car away.

I see. Shall we start?

How are things?

Nothing of value
is missing.

But someone tore the film
out of this camera.

The clasp is badly damaged.

Fingerprints?

Lots. We'll check them
against those of staff.

Clever. Fine.

Did Holzmann make any calls?

Abroad, or locally?

Are there any accounts?

I'll get you
a switchboard print-out.

Listen, my shift ended
two hours ago.

If you've finished,
I'd like to go home.

We won't keep you much longer.

Did you see the dead man
with anyone?

No. As far as I know
he was always on his own.

Did anyone ask for Mr Holzmann
or go to his room?

Not while I was on duty.

Did you see anyone behaving
strangely between 4 and 6 p.m.?

Did anyone try to leave
unnoticed?

Any idea what our lobby is like
in the daytime?

Anyone calm
would stand out.

Two busloads arrived
during that time.

Did Holzmann talk
to other guests?

For instance at breakfast.

He always ordered
breakfast in his room.

Did anyone speak
to Mr Holzmann?

Did he want information,
a booking, anything?

Yes... he always carried
photographic equipment.

- He asked about a photo shop.
- Well?

I told him about the one
around the corner.

- Here we go.
- Thanks.

Hello.

I'm looking for the photos
of a certain Mr Holzmann.

Holzmann...

Yes, he did give us
two films yesterday.

- Do you have the ticket?
- No.

- But I do have this.
- I see.

That's different.

Someone came this morning
to get them.

He did have a ticket.

- Did you give them to him?
- They weren't ready.

I asked him
to come back later.

How did he look?

About 25, auburn hair,
well dressed...

There he is.

Come out with your hands up.

I've got time.

Or shall I send
the dog in for you?

You wanted the photos.
Shall we get them?

The murder victim
took these photos of you.

First at the cafe,

then you went to the old city
to be photographed.

- I didn't kill him.
- You were in his room.

Or you wouldn't have the ticket.

What about a confession?
It could reduce your sentence.

I won't say another word.

Who cares?

We can keep you in custody
because of the evidence.

Listen, Meixner.

We received info from Germany
that he was wealthy

and moved in gay circles.

He probably picked you up
and invited you to the hotel.

You reject his advances

which leads to a fight,
and you kill him.

These things happen.

It doesn't look good.

Not good at all.

All right, I'll have Mr Meixner
taken to a cell.

No.

I don't want to go to jail.

I was in his room.

That's better.

Just tell us what happened.

He was dead.
The place had been ransacked.

I knew I'd be a suspect
if you found the photos.

Where did you find the ticket?

In his wallet. It was lying
on the sideboard.

Well, Mr Meixner,
let's start again.

I was at the cafe
in my lunchbreak.

He asked if he could
photograph me.

- I agreed to it.
- Did he offer to pay?

Yes.

Well?

He told me he had
his own company in Germany.

Something technical.

They make accessories
for the car industry.

He invited me to the hotel
that evening.

When you came to the room
where was the camera?

On a chair next to him.

Someone had taken the film,

which made me think
of the photos.

I hoped I wasn't
on the stolen film.

After meeting him, you returned
to your place of work?

Where you stayed until 6 p.m.?

Until five past six.

Then I went to the hotel.

When you said goodbye to him
in the city

did he say where
he planned to go?

He asked where he could
photograph men.

I sent him to the Volksgarten.

The report said
Holzmann died at 5, not 6 p.m.

That gives Meixner
a sound alibi.

He didn't do it.

He's an anxious guy.
He found the body.

And only thought
of the photos.

We found nothing
at Meixner's place either.

The neighbours say
he's nice and polite.

And that men visit him.

Holzmann photographed
other men here.

It was his way
of picking up men.

Something happened here
which led to the murder.

Holzmann could have
picked someone up.

One of us should
watch this place.

H�llerer is on holidays
and we're busy.

Who's going to sit in a park
all day?

I know who would.

What am I looking for?

It's completely
out of the question.

I may be a pensioner,

but I'm not spending the rest
of my life on a park bench.

We're talking about
two or three days.

- We only have you, Max.
- You expect self-sacrifice?

You know very well...

I've given up playing
cops and robbers.

What about the files
with unsolved cases?

I can read them at leisure,

and be glad
I don't have to solve them.

What more do I want?
Life is exciting enough.

- What's exiting about your life?
- Look at that goulash.

When I eat it, I'll get mad cow
disease or swine fever, or both.

Life is as dangerous
as a plate of goulash.

But it still tastes nice.

Order your own.
I only ever share with Rex.

Come here,
come on.

It's too spicy for him.

- Sorry, I invited him.
- Rex, down.

Rex, stop it now.

Rex, that's it now.

Rex, cut it out. Stop it...

Hey, keep pulling.

Max, please.

It's natural for an older man
to be with his dog.

In the Volksgarten.
And you'll have Rex.

Stop trying.
I just won't do it.

So you'll sit here and
philosophise about goulash?

Max, please.

No!

Wild horses
wouldn't drag me there.

I really don't need this.

It's not about you, Rex,
no way.

It's your master.

He talks and talks...

He talks endlessly
until I give in...

to this kind of nonsense.

And here we are.

We're sitting here
for no reason at all.

Do you see anything suspicious?

I don't.

It won't work, unfortunately.
What can I do?

I'll eat at the office.

She shouldn't be mad...
best regards and...

- A kiss.
- What?

You won't get anything
like this at home.

How did you get Koch
to be at the Volksgarten?

Same as always.
I told him it was the last time.

That I'd never ask him again.

You could think
of something else.

But it worked.

He wanted Rex for a few days.

What matters is
someone's there.

There's Richard for you...

We were here yesterday.
Nothing happened.

It will be the same today
for sure.

Let's sit down here.

Come on.

Have a piece.

Before Richard gets here.

You don't like it?
Clever dog.

Probably not all that healthy.

Don't get upset, Rex,
that's how it is.

There are other dogs
in a park.

But I don't know
why I'm here.

I sent the Vice Squad
Holzmann's photos.

They should check out
the gay bars.

If Holzmann used photography
to pick up guys,

he didn't need to use
the gay scene.

He wanted high-class pros
or amateurs.

- Forensics said...
- Excuse me.

Mail from ltaly.
We found it on our desk.

- A card from H�llerer.
- Read it.

Dear colleagues,
greetings from Venice.

Went for a day tour
to Venice yesterday

and walked around the port.

I was about to photograph
a ship...

when two carabinieri
came up,

started acting tough
and wanted to arrest me.

Apparently
they were in the right.

I had no idea you couldn't
photograph naval vessels.

He's a child.

Maybe Holzmann photographed
things he shouldn't.

The killer, sure.

Not a person,
a situation perhaps.

Maybe he caught something
on film.

That's enough.

Come on, come now.

In that file perhaps?

No record of violence.

That's yours.

Yes? Moser here.

Hi, Leo. What's new?

Very good.

What?

Are you quite sure?

Thank you, Leo.
Goodbye.

Forensics found some hair
which isn't the dead man's.

There. It must be Meixner's.
We've got him.

No, we haven't.
It's a woman's hair.

Anything new?

I'm not sure.

Rex has noticed something.

He's been growling for days
at a lad with a dog.

Why?

The same thing happened
with another dog.

Look, it's that dog.
Here he comes.

Know what they're doing?

They're dealing, right here.

With the dogs?
Why go to such lengths?

- As a cover-up?
- Yes!

The dealer takes his dog
to the park.

The drugs are hidden
under the dog's collar.

That's why Rex was so restless.

Now I understand.

The customer joins the dealer
on the bench,

gives him the money,
goes to the dog,

and takes the drug
from under its collar.

If the police show
the dealer's clean.

That's why they keep
coming and going.

They must have a supply
nearby.

It all looks
highly organised.

And why don't you
question them?

The Vice Squad will.

The hair in the room
was a woman's.

Our killer's a woman.

The Vice Squad knows them
but couldn't prove anything.

The dog trick is new to them.

Here are the photos.

There. He seemed familiar.

Holzmann took his photo
in the park.

Perhaps we'll find another one.

Good old Charlie has a record for
assault, intimidation and drugs.

- Real name, Monika Schneider.
- Bingo.

Stockinger.

Got her.

Slow down.

If she really killed Holzmann,

she won't be back at the park
for a while.

Where else could we find her?
There's no address.

We'll do what she does.

Rex, we have work to do.

It's beyond me.

- Got anything?
- It costs more, very good stuff.

- How much?
- 1 200.

I'll have to see
if I've got enough.

Why won't it work?
The dog's in position. Stocki?

Do it yourself
if you can't wait.

If you keep interrupting,
nothing will happen.

- Is this the right button?
- Be quiet.

I need to concentrate.

Here, 1 200.

It's working.

Okay. You know
where to pick it up.

I'll be back tomorrow, same time.

The deal's been done.

Now he'll get it
from the dog.

There, now we have proof
they're dealing.

Arrest them and ask for Charlie.

- Wait a bit.
- What?

Another one comes
after they restock the collar.

I need a fix.

Dearer than last time.

It's top quality.

- How much?
- 1 1 00.

I owe you a hundred.

The dog's down there.

I'm calling Vice.

Not yet, Stocki.
Charlie might contact them.

Keep alert, Stocki, keep alert.

Eat, Richard, eat.

The Volksgarten with
its clean alleys is now a park.

A quiet place
with cosy paths,

it offers relaxation
in a busy city.

You don't say.

Astonishing.

Hi, Werner.

Are you mad?
What are you doing here?

I need something.

Don't let me down.

I can't help you.
It's your fault.

He didn't give me the film
voluntarily.

I was at the hotel.
I tried being nice.

I said we'd screw
if he gave me the film.

He said no.

I tried to grab it.
He attacked me.

The boss didn't want him killed.
Piss off, Charlie.

Shit.

Charlie... I'm arresting you for
the murder of Bernd Holzmann.

You went to his room, killed him
and took the film.

- I'm saying nothing.
- Why kill for a film?

- There must be another reason.
- Then find it.

Look, here's my necktie.

Nice and quiet. Don't hurt me
and I won't hurt you.

Why me?

Nice doggie, stay calm.

There's a good dog.

Here we go. That's it.

- Let's go now.
- Bloody cop.

Take the lady, she's stubborn.

So's the dog.
Good doggie.

Now, this way, very calm now.

- I want an ice-cream.
- Get lost.

Look at this.
Watch this, Stocki.

- Wait here.
- What now?

- What's up?
- I just want an ice-cream.

Well?

Vanilla for me,
and chocolate for him.

He likes that a lot.

It's all right.

Just a little bit longer.

- What are you doing?
- It's not his favourite.

He was really after this.

So this is where
they stored the stuff.