All language subtitles for Kommissar Rex S07E05 Ein todsicherer Tipp

INSPECTOR REX

DEADLY CERTAlNTY

It's always a pleasure
with you.

Thanks for the compliment.
Men often tell me.

Pity you only do it for money.

Doing it for love hurts.

The money's in the usual place.

Great to see it.

See you next week.
Same time.

I might have left
by next week.

Why?
Have you won lotto?

Almost.

Yesterday there was this drunk
here.

He told me he'd be rich soon.

It's about
a mineral water company

about to be taken over
by another firm.

The smaller firm's shares
are rock bottom.

When the banks open
on Monday I'll buy some.

The shares will rocket
after the takeover.

- What sort of guy was he?
- Quite cool.

Tall, slim, light brown hair
about this long.

He hasn't been here often.

- Don't believe a drunk.
- He wasn't that drunk.

It all sounds very promising
to me.

I'll tell my parents too,
so they make some money.

Gottfried, come in.

What makes you call me in
on a Sunday morning?

You arsehole.

Must you copy me? You screw
the same tart I do.

Okay, you gave me her address.

That's not the point.

You talked stupid.

I was drunk. I can't remember
what I said.

But she does. You told her
about our Zauner deal.

She'll buy shares tomorrow.

Shit.

So we worked for nothing,
for over a year.

She'll buy shares
nobody's interested in.

So will others
and we can forget the takeover.

In the long run,
we'll lose millions.

We'll find a solution.
We'll offer her money.

To buy more shares?

She's not stupid.
She's doing a business course.

No, think of something else
if you want to keep your job.

She must not buy those shares.

What am I to do?
Kill her?

You've no alternative.

Statistics say, murders hardly
ever happen on Sundays.

It's obvious. In the morning
people sleep it off,

at midday they eat their
schnitzel, then take a walk.

In the evening they might
have time for a murder.

So why are we sitting here
now?

I don't know.

Very good, Rex.
Very good.

What are you doing in there?

You darken the room,
then Rex brings that stuff out.

I'll show you.

Okay, come in.

Come in.

Rex, get the receiver.

He picked it by the smell.

No. All the objects
are neutralised.

And he still picked
the right one.

- How?
- He saw it.

People thought dogs
couldn't see in the dark.

But new tests show
dogs can see better than us.

If I concentrate hard
I can do the same.

You aren't a dog.

Who knows...

He knows now.

- Good morning, Ms Nikl.
- Good morning.

The clip.

Well, it's done.

Thanks.

But you didn't have to cut
my trousers.

Don't get upset.
You wouldn't take them off.

No. But if anything happens
I can't go like this.

You're right.

Occupied

That can be changed within
two days.

But I insist
we sign the contract then.

I know it's easy to do
but try to understand me too.

No problem. I'll call our lawyer.
He works on Sundays, like me.

Excuse me.

- I can't do it. I can't.
- You must.

I told you the consequences
if you don't.

Mrs Zauner is here
to discuss some final points.

We can sign in two days.

Well?

It'll hold. But myself,
I wouldn't go around like that.

What do you say, Alex?

I'd cut off the fringes.

No...

I feel you're trying
to ruin my trousers.

Brandtner.

Yes, all right.
Thanks.

A female body.
Strangled.

Murders don't happen
on Sundays.

- Is it okay now?
- Yes, handling perfectly.

Great.

Well?

- All fixed?
- Yes.

- It was dreadful.
- Were there any problems?

No.

Good. Otherwise, don't bother
coming to work tomorrow.

The door wasn't locked.

It was easy for the murderer
to open it from outside.

She was definitely strangled.

The implement was about
3 cm wide. Probably a belt.

I had the neck area
sticky-taped.

We might find traces
of fibre.

And we found her fingernails
showed some damage.

Possibly due to a fight
with someone.

Quite risky, committing
a murder here.

People pass by.

The murderer didn't bother
to disguise her identity.

All her papers are still there.

I like you best of all.
You're sweet.

That's interesting.

- What?
- Your trousers.

Oh, that.

The hotel porter noticed too,
first thing.

- Anything else?
- Yes, he knows the woman.

She came here often.
He saw her today.

And the gym area

is accessible to every lift
and stairway.

Doesn't make it easy for us.

Look...

A cook saw a tall, fairish,
well-dressed man

Ieaving in a hurry
by the tradesmen's entrance.

Tall, fair, well-dressed.

- Fairish.
- When?

- About two hours ago.
- That's about when she died.

- Bye.
- Bye.

No more detailed description?

No, he only glimpsed him
from behind.

- Is this a break-in?
- Yes, for official reasons.

I didn't think
it was your hobby.

Police.

Anything wrong with Ms Nikl?

I meant to talk to you
about Ms Nikl.

Then come in.
I made chilli beans.

Con carne?

I'll come right away.

- Hey, Fritz. Any news?
- Yes, the door's open.

- And I must...
- What?

For an economics student
she had a lot of money.

Terrific dresses.
I bet they cost, cost heaps.

And we have to make do
with ham rolls.

Thank you.

What about a coffee?

I'll accept if you tell me more
about Ms Nikl.

Okay.

But let me have some time
to think.

Okay. I'll have my coffee
in the meantime.

Economic upturn
in border regions.

Co-written by
Marion Nikl & Hubert Fischer.

He should be able to tell us
about her.

I'm sorry.

- Sorry, it took a bit longer...
- No problem.

- What did you find out?
- She does a great chilli.

- Did you finish it all?
- How could l?

Ms Nikl often stayed out
overnight.

Sometimes she'd get back
towards midday.

No male visitors.

But lately a man visited
in the afternoons.

Ms Nikl said he was
a fellow student.

He might be Hubert Fischer.
Let's talk to him.

Do you think a woman
of a poor background

could make that sort of money
from shares?

She was doing business studies.
These papers confirm it.

Maybe the murder's
to do with her money.

Not bad.

- I should buy shares.
- Be careful.

Some people lose
their last pair of pants.

That's "lose their shirt," Alex.

This way.
This is Mr Fischer.

Hello, I'm Brandtner.
My collegue B�ck.

Please, over there.

Business students
are respectable people.

Mr Fischer has his own
lnternet cafe and an alibi.

Be careful.
Now I must do it again.

It wasn't me, Rex did it.

Don't blame Rex,
he's over there.

None of us could believe

that share trading alone
financed her lifestyle.

Where do you think
the money came from?

She was very attractive
but cold towards men.

At first I thought
she was a lesbian.

But one night

she was seen with an older man
in an expensive car.

Then rumours began that
she earned her living that way.

- Never!
- Yes, really.

- Good evening, gentlemen.
- Hello, Susie.

My colleagues, B�ck and Kunz.

Good evening.

I doubt if I can help.
I never saw the victim.

The scene is quite big.

- Did the details help?
- Not much.

I've listed places
she may have worked at.

Good. Thank you.

Have fun.
I must go.

Statistically, this has never
happened before.

Today of all days!
Me in torn pants.

- Who is she?
- A colleague, Susie.

She works as
an undercover prostitute.

The Russian Mafia take over
dubious places.

She gave me a list
of top Vienna brothels.

Scour them. It might help us.

A colleague...

Shit!

- Sir...
- Thanks, keep the change.

- Do you have to?
- Yes, I haven't eaten all night.

- Are you off sausages?
- I'm so sick.

So I shouldn't eat?
You had your chilli.

It's not the chilli,
it's the champagne.

What?
Drinking on duty?

I had to. When I showed
my badge no one would talk.

So you said you were a customer
and had champagne.

What was in the bottle
wasn't what the label said.

- Any news?
- No. Let me eat now.

Look, I met a regular
in classy brothels. He can help.

Hello, care for a threesome?

No thanks. I just want
to eat my sausage.

- And I'm not well.
- Pity. Enjoy your sausage.

You wouldn't be able to.
It's closing time.

I want to put 5 million
shillings into shares.

In the Zauner
mineral water company.

What made you choose
that one?

My intuition.
It brought me luck before.

You're mistaken in this case.

I strongly advise you
against this deal.

It's not only at rock bottom
but on its way out.

Don't investment advisors
take risks?

- I do. But...
- So don't browbeat me.

- After all, it's my money.
- I'll do it anyway.

It can be okay to buy
when shares are low.

But these won't rise.
The company's broke.

Just buy them.
And as soon as possible.

Kainz here.

I'm glad I caught you,
Mr Neumann.

I've something to say
that might interest you.

Really?

Yes.

Thank you for the information,
Mr Kainz.

Now I owe you a favour.
I'll reciprocate. Bye.

What's up?

I don't know how...
and I don't care...

Mrs Kowalsky got wind of
our deal.

She wants to buy shares
through Kainz.

We must do something.

Good morning, Alex.

You look rather battered.

- Want a coffee?
- Yes, thanks.

I spent the whole night
in various brothels.

Really?

On business, I hope.

It wasn't pure pleasure.

Ms Nikl was probably
a classy prostitute

and we need to know
where she worked.

There are many possibilities.

I found that out.

No, I mean the culprit.
In that scene it may be anyone.

- Maybe I can help you.
- I take any help I can get.

Do you?

Come with me.

Ms Nikl's murderer
must have sweated heavily.

We found some drops of sweat
which are not hers.

And here...

This is his DNA.

Well?

Leo,
I don't know what to say.

Public prosecutor Sawatzky?

Yes, what do you want?

Kunz, Crime Squad.
I'd like to show you something.

Here...

- Well?
- The best brothels in Vienna.

How do I fit in?

We have confidential notes
that you're a regular.

That's enough!

We're investigating
a murder case.

But this list didn't really
help us.

They say there's
a secret brothel. You'd know.

What cheek!

- I've no time.
- You will, if we summons you.

You have a family,
so I thought...

All right then.

District 1 3. 6 Garden Street.

Happy?

Not quite.
When do they open?

Eleven o'clock.
In the morning.

That gives me some time.

Please, gentlemen.

How can I help you
at this early hour?

The girls haven't started.

Don't worry.
We're here to talk business.

You, with me?

Let's hear it.

You ordered the purchase
of shares worth five million.

- How do you know?
- Doesn't matter.

We came to ask you
to withdraw the offer.

I might make big money
with those shares.

We'll talk about precisely that.

How much do you think
you can make?

We'll see, won't we?

Who tipped you off?

Marion Nikl?

If you'll excuse me
a moment.

Stay, Mrs Kowalsky.

No...

No wonder we didn't find
the culprit in the DNA index.

Let's hope Kunz' hint
will hold a clue.

Hello.

Police!

Help me.

- Can you get up?
- Yes.

You were lucky
Rex found you.

Stay.

Rex found a woman in the attic.

A Polish woman.
She's a cleaner here.

She heard two male voices
in here, and screams.

Scared, she ran to hide
and got hurt.

This woman is Eva Kowalsky,
the boss here.

And she told me
Marion Nikl worked here.

So we're on the right track.

Someone tried to make it
look like suicide.

I've informed
Doctor Graf and Forensics.

Passing it off as suicide
was badly done.

She was first strangled,
then hanged.

Circular rope lines
with cross points at the neck.

One side rising,
overlapping the other.

And no sign of earlier
suicide attempts.

Have a look, Christian.

I can't go on like this,
I'll end it all.

With three typing errors.

Each time, the adjoining letter
is added to the right one.

They were in a hurry.

I think they didn't want
to leave fingerprints.

Someone wrapped something
round his finger

and hit two keys at once.

Look at this.
A surveillance system.

But with no
recording facility.

For security reasons.

If there was trouble in a room
she could interfere.

This is interesting.

In this paper the same shares
are circled as at Ms Nikl's.

These days, many people
trade in shares.

But they don't get killed.

Was that all?

I can't take it.
I'm at the end of my tether.

Pull yourself together.
Tomorrow afternoon...

Thanks, Gabi.

Tomorrow we'll have
the contract.

Mrs Zauner signs,
we own the firm and vanish.

No coffee for me.

We must try to sell our shares
from abroad.

And they'll be worth more.

We've killed two people.

If you hadn't talked
it wouldn't have happened.

- I hope he didn't scare you.
- No, on the contrary.

I was lost in thought.

He's Rex, I'm Brandtner.
Are you Erika Zauner?

Yes.

I'd like to talk to you.
Police...

- Your maid said you'd be here.
- Come down.

There are steps over there.

What do the police want of me?

We're investigating
two murders.

Both victims showed interest
in your shares.

I can't imagine it.
We're nearly bankrupt.

As of tomorrow, all this
won't be mine any more.

For over 50 years
we sold mineral water.

But these days our firm
isn't big enough.

Now our competitor
is taking us over.

Can you tell me more about it?

The firm taking us over
belongs to a Mr Neumann.

Is he tall, young,
light brown hair?

No, that's Mr Weber.
He drew up the contracts.

Good evening. Breath testing.
Please see my colleague.

Good evening. I'm sure
you've seen this before.

Please blow into it.

Thanks. And again.

Thanks.

Lucky you. Another 0. 1
and you'd lose your licence.

You can drive off now.

This will do
for a DNA analysis. Thanks.

This way.

Can you tell me why these two
got me out of my office?

Sit down, Mr Weber.
I want to show you something.

Well, what's all this?

- Do you know what DNA is?
- Not really.

And I'm not interested.

You will be.

Every person has
a unique genetic system.

A far better identifier
than fingerprints.

- Get to the point.
- With pleasure.

The upper DNA is from
a drop of sweat

we found
on Marion Nikl's body.

By the way, the breath test
last night was planned.

The lower DNA

is a trace you left
on the mouthpiece.

As you can see
they're identical.

Can you explain?

Did the police say
why they took him?

What time?
Thanks, Gabi.

Don't forget,
Mrs Zauner will come later.

It's important that she signs.

I swear, Mr Neumann
made me kill Marion Nikl

to save the takeover.

You killed Mrs Kowalsky too?

No, he did.

The takeover would have meant
a huge profit increase.

I was... I was afraid
of losing everything.

What an unusual way
of securing a job.

Did you think
we'd never find out?

I was afraid, given time,
the police would trace us.

But we were flying out tonight
after the deal.

There!
Go after him, Rex.

Rex!

- Neumann's in the plane.
- And Rex?

Him too.
Put your foot down.

Oh, my.

Were you going to leave
without me?

Well...

I wonder where Neumann went.

I could have arrested you
out there.

But it was too far to walk.

Look, when I saw that
Neumann and Weber's office

was full of police,
I refused to sign the contract.

And since this afternoon

many investment advisers
started buying our shares.

We're credit-worthy again
and I can carry on.

- I'm so pleased, Mrs Zauner.
- Thank you.

We should all buy Zauner shares.

Right. And when they rise
you can buy new pants.