All language subtitles for Kommissar Rex S02E02 Blutspuren

INSPECTOR REX

TRACES OF BLOOD

Shit...

Radio Control.

Hello? Hello?

Train 2309.

I'm at 32 kilometres...

and I've just run over someone.

I don't want to make money
from the house.

I want it lived in
and looked after.

Otherwise
it will fall apart.

That's why I always choose
my tenants very carefully.

Why are you moving out?

The owner needs the place,
but he may sell it.

I can't afford to buy it
and don't want debts.

Some tenants have left
the place in a mess.

I don't have much
free time at the moment

but I promise
to look after the house.

The appliances are pretty old.

My wife and I lived here
for over 40 years.

We moved into a home
when it got too much for us.

- How do you like it?
- It's bloody awful.

Well...

- Can we discuss the rent again?
- Certainly.

Can't you leave me alone
for five minutes?

Your dog?

The garden's for him.
He'll be happier here.

Sorry, but I don't allow dogs.

What? Why?

He's trained.
He's never ruined anything.

That's just what
a previous tenant said.

The dog dug up
the whole garden.

He's never done that
and never will.

I'm sorry. Definitely not.
Goodbye, Mr Moser.

Ask your dog
to let me into my house.

Here, Rex.

- Very obedient, I see.
- He doesn't usually do that...

Did you leave the gas on?

Hey,
you almost blew it.

Just joking.
We've got a house.

- Moser.
- Richard, it's Leo.

I have an unidentified corpse
found on a railway embankment.

I'm on my way.

- Hi, Leo.
- Hello, Richard.

Have you found
a new place?

A house with a garden.

But I guess that's
the only good news today.

Yes, unfortunately.

At 3.30 a.m. he was run over
by a passenger train.

At first it looked like suicide,
but it wasn't.

He was placed on the tracks.

Look at his face...
what's left of it.

You can tell when someone
has been run over by a train.

Mr Meier, please take him
over to the sewing room.

What does the train driver say?

The man was lying dead
on the tracks.

The driver tried
unsuccessfully to brake.

- Do we know who he was?
- No. There was no I D on him.

He has no scars
or other marks.

Some of his limbs
were amputated by the train

but he also has injuries
which are not at all typical.

You mean
he was already injured

or even unconscious
when he was put there?

He was already dead.

I estimate he died
one or two hours earlier.

Sure?

A dead person stops breathing
and the blood circulation stops.

That affects the tissue
and the muscles.

From the rigor mortis

and the responsiveness
of the muscles,

we can work out
the approximate time of death.

I didn't want to know all that.

Bye.

This is where the man was found,
or what was left of him.

Rex should go to where the body
was lying on the tracks.

Here, Rex.

- Now what?
- Someone brought him here.

Maybe he was killed first,
then put on the tracks.

He'd been dead an hour
or two when he was run over.

The trains run every half hour.
Why did the killer wait so long?

You know more than I do.

I was told there was a murder
and to come here.

And you have a house
with a garden. That's great.

Rex...

- The victim had no papers.
- That happens all the time.

What if the killer took them?

Probably to buy time
until we've identified the victim.

It doesn't usually give them
much of a head start.

Look.

Blood.

Take a sample, Stocki.

What's up?

Well?

Did you find something?
Let me see.

Stocki...

He unloaded the body here,
then took it to the tracks.

2.07.
He was run over at 3.30.

He was dead an hour earlier.
This could be the time of death.

"Ten years, Cafe Neumann."

Bulls-eye.

Even if you are cops,
I'm busy.

Did your dog take a ham roll?

No, he doesn't like them.

Anything else I can do for you?

Have you...
Do you recognise this watch?

The back is engraved...
"Ten years, Cafe Neumann."

Of course I do.
It's Herbert's.

Herbert Wallner's.

- Has something happened?
- Any reason it should have?

No.

When did you last see Wallner?

- At closing time.
- What time was that?

At 2 a.m. I come a bit earlier
to collect the money.

Herbert left at 2 a.m.
Has he done something?

We found a man
who we think wore this watch.

Herbert Wallner's probably dead.

Herbert is...

Some of Herbert's clean shirts.

He'll need them
if he's staying with you.

He can pick up the rest.
I don't want to see him.

This time it's really over.

Mrs Wallner?

My name is Moser,
and this is Mr Stockinger.

- Crime Squad.
- Well, what do you want?

Your husband was apparently
run over by a train last night.

What?

- A train?
- Sorry.

A body was found
this morning...

Maybe it wasn't him.

This watch was
on the embankment.

You saw Mr Wallner last night.
Notice anything unusual?

Was he different?
Any arguments with patrons?

It was the same as ever.
I arrived just after 2 a.m.

Do you have a photo
of your husband?

Why don't you take that one?

I told him that if he didn't
break it off with her,

he might as well stay with her.

Right, Mrs Neumann.
When did Mr Wallner leave?

At 2 a.m. on the dot.
He always went straight home.

On foot.
He lived nearby.

Did he always
go the same way?

Yes. There aren't many options.
He always takes the short cut.

Would you write down
the streets he took?

Of course. But why?

Perhaps some insomniac
saw him.

Have you got
an item of his clothing?

- His jacket.
- Could I have it?

Here.

Thank you.

Where did you go last night
after you closed?

I closed up, then drove home.
I live quite a way from here.

- Do you own the bar?
- Yes.

I've run it
since my divorce.

I do the day shift.
Herbert does the night shift.

Mrs Wallner,
is there anyone...

who...

- Did he have any enemies?
- No.

No.

Goodbye.

Here.

Mrs Wallner's jealous
of Mrs Neumann, right?

Wow...

Right.

Seven minutes
from the cafe to here.

At 2.07 this morning,
he must have been around here.

What now?
Do we look for witnesses?

Wait, Stocki. Let's try this.
Rex might find something.

Look.

Good dog, Rex.

Paint fragments.

What's that?

It could be oil,
blood or anything at all.

Call Forensics.

I need someone from Forensics
in the 1 st district.

So what if Walter's on leave!
Send Koplatko.

Yes, yes. Good.

Stocki!

Yes? What is it?

Look at this.

Do you know what?

Wallner was hit by a green car.
He was probably killed here.

If we find the car
we'll have the killer.

- What did he do to the car?
- Why?

People with classy cars
should be able to drive.

He said he hit a pillar
in his garage.

And tore off the side mirror?

Listen, will you?

He's a first-time customer
paying cash. Get it?

Who cares
what kind of driver he is?

Get moving.
We need the Corvette tomorrow.

Panic stations again, eh?

I can't help it
if everyone's on holiday.

Complain to the union.

Okay, I'll tell him.
Thanks, Leo.

You took your time.
Been out in the country?

No way! We've been walking
all over town in this heat.

Right. I'll send Wallner's photo
to Forensics.

We'll see what Dr Graf can do.

- Any news?
- We've identified the body.

We know he was hit and injured
in the city by a green car.

The driver must
have dumped him.

By the way, Dr Graf rang.

He found traces of paint
on the corpse.

- So did we. The lab has them.
- I hope they're the same.

We found something better.
This will give us the make.

Maybe even the model.

I'm on my way.

Check the colours
of Neumann and Wallner's cars.

An extra biscuit
for special service.

What about me?
I've been out all day too.

I might have known.
The colours don't match.

Maybe they borrowed cars.

From relatives,
friends, guests...

When we know the make,
we'll call smash repair shops.

It's almost 5 o'clock.
It's too late.

We'll do it tomorrow.

- Any more of those cookies?
- These ones?

Sure. Ask him.

Shit!

It took a while at the depot.

Nothing happened here anyway.
Can I go?

Sure.
You can come in late tomorrow.

- Is this one ready?
- What?

I said it would take a few days.
It has to be spray-painted.

- We'll call you.
- No, I'll pick it up.

Fine.

Don't forget to bring money...

Mr Prinz.

- How do you know my name?
- From the insurance company.

I told you no insurance.
I'll pay myself.

You bet you will.

I have your side panel.
It's covered in blood.

- So? I ran over a deer.
- Did you now?

You said it happened
in a garage, but...

I could report it
to the police, as I should.

What do you want from me?

Well...

You know...

Maybe a nice car
like yours, one day.

Know what?
Shall we say a million?

You'll get
the old side panel back.

Are you crazy?
What do you think?

That you probably ran over
and killed someone.

You were drunk, weren't you?

But, hey...

It's up to you.

Does anyone else know?

No. Just me.

I've had a good look at Rex.
He's fine.

But have you noticed anything?
Has he stopped eating?

No, but a check-up
won't do him any harm.

You came recently
for his vaccination.

We were
in the neighbourhood...

- Did you get the house?
- Yes...

But it wasn't all that easy.

So you now have
a new patient.

Who's totally healthy.

If you want to see me again,
don't use Rex as an excuse.

- Maybe we can...
- Yes?

- Go out to dinner?
- Maybe.

Hello, Rex.

Right.
And the right mirror is missing.

Wait... Yes.

Name and address?

If the car's been picked up,

tell me the owner's name
and address.

The colour's right.

- The right side-mirror...
- Goodbye.

Thank you.

We'll look at the car anyway.
Thank you.

How many possible cars so far?

I've got two... four...
six... eight.

I have ten
and haven't finished yet.

Then we'll have to
look at the cars.

The paint on the body matches
what we found on the road.

By the way...
the autopsy report.

Right.

Dr Graf says

Wallner must have been
fatally injured in the accident.

He sustained compound fractures
to the skull in the accident

caused by the side-mirror.

We also know
the car's exact height.

Graf measured the distance
from his foot to the lowest injury.

Measured...

- Enjoy your lunch.
- Thanks.

So far we've called
only registered smash repairers.

Yes, but we haven't
even got through them.

There are
the unregistered ones too

that re-spray stolen cars,
no questions asked.

- Call Stolen Vehicles.
- Okay.

The customers
at Cafe Neumann said

the boss was on with Wallner.

No kidding!

Maybe it was Mrs Neumann.
It wouldn't surprise me.

Why?

Jealous...

Of Mrs Wallner?
Then why didn't she kill her?

You have to find that out.

- You're the expert on women.
- And you're the rego expert.

Check the cars near the scene
and Mrs Neumann's.

Rex, another roll.

He's paying us back
because you ate all his biscuits.

Well?

What are you on about?

Our friends at Stolen Vehicles.
I'll get onto it, boss.

- I would have gone.
- No, I'll go myself.

Lovely, isn't it?

It would be good to own one.

- Can I use the ute?
- No, the boss won't let us.

Besides, save up...

And you'll soon have
your own. Bye.

The cars I can afford
don't appeal to me.

Bloody phone.

Auto repairs.

Police?

A BMW convertible?

No.
We don't have any BMWs.

Goodbye.

- Hello, Mrs Neumann.
- Hello.

Any news about poor Herbert?

Yes, we know a bit more.
Mr Wallner wasn't far away.

He was hit by a car
and died from the injuries.

Yes. Was it deliberate?
I mean the accident.

Possibly. The same car took him
to the railway tracks.

He was put there
to make it look like suicide

and to conceal his identity.

- Why would someone do that?
- Jealousy.

Absurd.

You wanted Mr Wallner
to divorce his wife.

Your customers told us.

I knew Herbert for ages
before he met his wife.

But I was married.

When I got divorced
he was with Gerti.

- So you wanted them to divorce.
- That's no one's business.

It has nothing to do
with his death.

But your ex-husband
wasn't happy about your affair.

So?

He has a green BMW,
like the one that killed Wallner.

Can I ask where the car is?

In Spain.
My ex is on holiday there.

Here's his phone number.
Call him any time.

What a day! I went to
eleven more repair shops...

Great!
I'm talking to myself.

Thanks.

What kept you?

You pinched my parking spot.
Otherwise, I'd have beaten you.

Any news on the green BMW?

Of course not.

Nothing fits Dr Graf's
description of the damage.

Either some other part's damaged
or it's been repaired.

Damn! If we don't
find the car quickly...

Here.
I hope it's all taken care of.

Where's the guy
who repaired the car?

He's out.
But you can give me the tip.

Tell me...

What do you do
with the damaged parts?

They get scrapped.

You've done a good job.
You can't see a thing.

Yes...

It looks as if nothing happened.

Where's the side panel?

You'll get it
when I see my money.

I can't raise that much.
I'm a medical student.

Your dad can.

He's an eminent doctor
with his own clinic.

How do you know?

The insurance company
gave me the address.

I went and had a look.
Not bad!

A lovely villa
in an expensive area.

Something I can only dream of.

My father's rich,
but I'm not.

I'm allowed to live there.

And he got me the car,
but I don't get any cash.

Yes, but Dad will cough it up
if his son's in trouble.

My father's a tyrant.

If he finds out
he'll probably kill me.

That wouldn't be any good.

It wouldn't help me either.
But things will work out.

Your father also has
quite a bit to lose.

What do you mean?

Well, if his son
runs someone over...

Ieaves the scene of an accident,
is drunk as well...

Shit!

I didn't know what to do.

I only did it
because I was scared of Dad.

- You have no idea.
- Of course I don't.

I don't care either.

Don't you understand?

Dad may be rich,
but he'd never give me a million.

Don't give me that crap.
You guys are all the same.

You drive classy cars
and treat us like dirt.

I've had enough of it.
Believe me.

I'm calling the shots now.

I'll say what's happening
and you have no choice.

How will I find the money?

I can't even sell the car.
Dad would ask questions.

Well...

I have no choice
but to go to the police

and say I've only just noticed
the blood on the side panel.

- And report it.
- You can't do that.

You bet I can.

No!

Pretty scared, aren't you?

It feels good to see
one of you in the shit.

You bastard!

This is a bad year for you.

First you leave
an accident scene.

- Now a murder.
- He wanted to...

Blackmail you? Yes, I know.
Unfortunately, I noticed.

I could tell the police...

but I don't want that
any more than you do.

I want double what he wanted
by noon tomorrow.

- It's my turn now.
- But how...

I don't give a shit
how you do it.

And don't try
to take me for a ride.

I'm not as stupid as he is,
or I wouldn't be here now.

- But...
- Call me tomorrow morning.

I'll tell you where we'll meet.
You'll get what you want.

Kunert's mother said she didn't
care about what he did.

He was murdered.
Is that all she can say?

She has four beers for breakfast.
She's a divorced pensioner.

She kept telling me

her son was good-natured
and let his boss use him.

He was a motor mechanic.
Did you check the workshop?

I'll have a look.

Where is it?
Here...

This is the one.

Prack Auto Repairs.
They couldn't help us.

Apparently, if the money's right
they'll look the other way.

- Why didn't you go there?
- I didn't make it yesterday.

But Stocki
should be there now.

We have nothing.
Nothing!

Gerti Wallner and the cafe owner
are both clean.

The car has vanished
into thin air.

- Now there's Kunert's murder.
- What was the autopsy result?

Forget it.

Nothing, except that he was
stabbed with his screwdriver

by someone else in the car.

The screwdriver has grooves.
No fingerprints, no clues.

- I've got the car.
- Great. Where is it?

I don't know,
but I know where it was.

Don't, Rex, please.
I have a new jacket on.

You can tell.
The price tag's still on it.

What?

Go and play somewhere else.

I went to the workshop
where Kunert worked.

I spoke to a guy called Seidl
who wanted to get rid of me.

Come on, Stocki.
We've got work to do.

Okay. I'm getting to it.

The smash repairer uses
a spray-painter nearby.

The car was sprayed there
and who took it there? Kunert.

Seidl, the second mechanic,
must have known.

0therwise, he'd have told me
the car was there. Get it?

Yes.

- We're going there again.
- But I've just been.

What shall I do?

Get a search warrant
so no one complains later.

That's Seidl...
in the car.

Rex is in the ute.
Shit! We're parked in.

Get in, Stocki.

I don't believe this.

- We've lost the ute.
- Rex can cope.

- Think.
- Wait...

I asked the painters what
the workshop does with old parts.

They said there's a depot
in the 23rd district.

- Address?
- They didn't know.

Get H�llerer to find out.
Let's go.

Hurry. Rex is
in the back of the ute.

What if the address
isn't listed?

Land Titles Office,
local council. Okay.

What's the owner's name?

- Great. I'll find it.
- Good. Today, if possible.

Bye.

Careful!

- Sure you have a truck licence?
- I've had it 1 5 years. Why?

Just wondering.

Turn around and follow me.

Can't you be more precise?

Okay, we'll go there.

There's no depot
in the company's name

but H�llerer says they use
a site on Triesterstrasse.

It goes on forever.

- Don't we have a number?
- Afraid not.

Can you see a sign
saying Auto Spares?

Maybe it's behind a wall
or a gate.

It's good
you found the money.

For both of us, I mean.

Did you tell your father
about Kunert?

No...

Only about the accident.
He saw his career was at stake.

So Kunert needn't have died.

But I'd have missed out.

Right...
where's the old side panel?

You'll get it.

Wait...

Stop there!

Get in.

Listen. You'll get the panel
only when I'm in my car.

I'll drive away first.
Nice dealing with you, Mr Prinz.

Hello, Mr Seidl.
Crime Squad. Get out.

What was all that?
A bit of blackmail?

You killed Kunert
so you'd get it all. Right?

I didn't kill Kunert, he did.
I saw it.

That's the car that caused
the accident, eh?

You ran over Herbert Wallner,

then put the body in the car
and drove to the embankment.

You threw his papers away
so he'd be hard to identify.

Right?

Well?

We'll find tiny traces of blood
in your car.

I'm arresting you
for leaving an accident scene

and for Kunert's murder.

I won't say anything
without my lawyer.

Fine, but if he's
your defence witness...

Hey, you scamp...

Jumping onto the back
of a stranger's car...

How often have I told you...

No, you did really well.

Let's go to the office
and then to our place.