All language subtitles for Kommissar Rex S02E14 Über den Dächern von Wien

INSPECTOR REX

OVER THE ROOFTOPS
OF VlENNA

Did you hear something?

Did everything go all right?

Rex...

Rex, come here!

Shit.

Great.

Great trick.

Super.

Top trick.

What next?

Go!

Morning, Franz. What's new?

Morning, Mr Hellwig.
It was a quiet night.

How's business?

Not much fun at present.

The stockmarket's lousy.
Be glad you have no money.

If you did, you'd have lost it.

I've meant to ask you for ages,
what does a stockbroker do?

One hopes
the times will get better.

See you, Franz.

Let's try something else.

Watch me.

You'll never make it!

Don't tell the others.

Good morning.

You caught me again.
Fine, just take it.

I'm sorry I'm late.

First my car didn't start,
then I just missed the tram.

But you had a nice breakfast.

Yes. Why?

You always have omelette
in the morning.

Yes. But we've never
talked about it.

No...
but I thought of it

because half of it
is still on your apron.

Now I know why everyone
stared at me on the tram.

Thanks.

You've been distracted
lately.

You didn't get angry
when Rex took the hat.

What hat?

Tell me what's up.

Something's been bothering you
for weeks.

Nonsense.
What could be bothering me?

Stocki...

All right. You have to know
sooner or later.

I've applied for a transfer.

- What did you say?
- Yes, a transfer to Salzburg.

My wife inherited
her father's dental practice.

Karin always wanted
her own practice.

But that doesn't mean
that you...

I get it.

You're deserting us.

Morning, gentlemen.

What do you mean
I'm deserting you?

What does that mean, please?

You know that you two
are my only friends.

And Rex.

You have no idea
how long I pondered over this.

- I'm deserting you!
- I know you pondered over it.

How often have you told me

I'm the only one around
who's still married?

Ten times, twenty times?

That l, at least,
shouldn't risk my marriage.

After uni, Karin stayed
in Vienna because of me.

Funny, eh?
Because of me.

And now it's my turn.
For her.

See?

You know, I did notice
something wasn't right,

but that it would be
something like this...

You really don't make this
any easier.

You in the country...

It's absurd.

I just can't imagine it.

See? And I can't imagine myself
without my wife.

That's how it is.

Well, Stocki will be with us
a while yet,

and we do have
a job to deal with.

As if we're not busy enough.

Sometimes it's good
to bury yourself in work.

What's this? A car accident.
A woman burnt to death.

The fire brigade expert
noticed some irregularities.

Well?
Anything that concerns us?

I don't know, Stocki.
But we'll find out.

Accidents have occurred
at this bend before.

Two cars left the road recently
because of speeding.

What's different here?

The other cars
which had similar accidents

crashed a good deal further
from the crest.

- Perhaps she was braking...
- No skid marks.

- So she could have stopped.
- Basically, yes.

She could have been drinking,

perhaps taken drugs
or some medication.

Forensics will examine her.

- The fire?
- In this case,

the fuel line may have leaked
and ignited the petrol.

Fire destroys traces

and manipulation of the car
is harder to prove.

The killers know that too.

Perhaps someone
really helped it along.

Well?

Search, go ahead.

- He'll only smell petrol.
- Better than nothing.

Rex, did you find something?

Petrol.

The trail ends here.

Maybe someone prepared the car
right here.

Do we know who owns it?

A Mrs Hellwig,
a resident of 1 st District.

Parts of the licence
could be identified.

- She was married.
- Was the husband told?

First we had to see this.

We found this jewellery
on the body.

The husband will need
to identify her from this.

Hellwig lnvestments.

I'll check if he's in.

Yes?

Who?

What? Him?

Tell him I can't be reached.

Sorry, I must go downstairs.

To do a bit of work.

Are you sure?

What is it this time?

The police?

Did they say what they want?

Tell them I'm coming.

- The police are here?
- Of course.

To let me know
about the death.

Better hide this.
In case they come up.

He's on his way,
whatever that means.

- We can wait.
- But Rex is in the car!

Firstly, Rex doesn't mind.

Second, the guy would
worry about his carpets.

All right.

Nice view, I have to say.

You'll miss that, in Salzburg.

Yes.

Ask them in.

- I'm Moser, this is Stockinger.
- Hellwig, hello.

- Please, have a seat.
- Thanks.

- Please, gentlemen.
- How can I help?

Your wife has a Jaguar.
Registration W 897EO.

Yes. Is there a problem?

You wouldn't both be here
because she was speeding.

Did your wife often speed?

- At times. I still don't get it.
- Where's your wife now?

My wife often goes out
and stays out.

- Where is she right now?
- She'll ring or drop in soon.

- What places does she frequent?
- Many.

Some in the city, a wine bar
in Neustift, the Mountain lnn...

The Mountain lnn?
So you'd drive past the river?

Yes, she goes there.
She goes out a lot.

Now please tell me
why you're here.

So your wife drank
and then drove the car?

Yes, but does that mean
you'll arrest her?

A burnt-out car was found
early this morning.

It had overshot a bend
and fallen into the river.

It had the numberplate
of your wife's car.

What happened to my wife?

Sorry, Mr Hellwig.

The body of a woman
was found in the car.

Ingrid...

My God.

- Can I see her?
- Not yet.

Forensics
are doing an autopsy.

Why would she need an autopsy?

Unfortunately
these are the regulations.

Of course.
But perhaps she was just tired.

She might have
fallen asleep at the wheel.

Oh God.

I must ask you this.

Do you recognise
this jewellery?

It belongs to my wife.

Could you please leave?

- Found anything?
- Yes.

You?

Hellwig identified
his wife's jewellery.

Your turn again.

She has third
and fourth degree burns.

Substantial burns on her head.
Want to see them?

No...

Also a post-mortem haematoma
at the back of her head.

Was she alive
when the fire broke out?

You only want to know
simple things.

The simple questions
out of the crime theory book.

What else can I ask?
It helps us.

Yes.
Yes, she was still alive.

We found soot
in her respiratory system,

which she'd inhaled,

so she was alive
for a short while during the fire.

- So she was unconscious.
- Or doped up.

But that was done
before the accident.

I found traces
of a very strong sleeping pill.

What?

Leo, that would explain
why the car left the road

despite its rather slow speed.

But who'd take a sleeping pill
and then drive a car?

- A suicidal person?
- Exactly.

Take suicides. There are always
cases of combination suicide.

Cut your wrists
and take sleeping pills.

Hang and shoot yourself.

I know of one case
who tried seven methods.

As far as I know
he's still alive.

But Hellwig's dead.
What do you think?

- Murder or suicide?
- I don't think anything.

I'm waiting on a few test results.
I'll ring you.

Mr Hellwig...
Two dozen oysters for you.

- Anything else?
- That's all, thanks.

Hello.

- What are you doing here?
- I followed you.

I want to know
what happened last night.

- I don't know what you mean.
- You do know.

Tell me what happened
or I'll see the police.

Listen, you little tart.

You think
you can blackmail me?

Hi there.

How much?

- Ten thousand.
- Not bad.

I had a colleague
who was transferred.

To the Feds.

I wasn't sorry.
I could never stand him.

He always wanted
to clock off on time.

He'd get upset about murders
taking place at 4.30.

He wanted to be home at 5.

Well, this is different.

Stocki looks like a bureaucrat,
but he's a top crime solver.

And he knows human nature.

He pretends to be dumb,

asks you an idiotic question,

you can enlighten him
and feel very clever.

- Whatever turns him on.
- I see.

You really have
become a great team.

The Department
must be thrilled.

It always rains in Salzburg.

It's his wife.

And his marriage.

Perhaps he's right.

What remains in life
for an old crime fighter?

All he does is wait at a cafe
for someone to play billiards.

Then he goes home
to study the files

hoping to find
what others overlooked.

It used to be my work,
now it's my pleasure.

True.
But this case is no fun.

The driver of a car is burnt
to death, she took pills.

- The question is now...
- The classical question.

Was it an accident,
was it suicide,

or was it murder?

Can't you train a bit later?

Stop it! Right now.

I want just five more minutes.

Five minutes.

What's the matter?

I'm here.

I'll teach you one day...
Telephone!

...to get your own breakfast.

Shall we swap?

- Moser.
- Morning, Richard.

Leo here.
I hope I didn't wake you.

I got the final results.

I hope it's important,
as you woke me up.

It is. The woman
had type one diabetes.

What does that mean?

She had to have
regular insulin injections.

We have the results.

Her husband says she drank.

Diabetics shouldn't do that.

Alcohol would have been
poison for her.

Leo, one thing
is really odd.

A man doesn't mention
his wife's a diabetic,

but says she drinks, that's odd.

Morning, Mr Hellwig.

Morning.
Anything new?

Nothing special.

I wanted to discuss
your wife's illness.

It doesn't make sense
to do this now.

Not just any illness.
A very special one.

- I don't want to discuss it.
- You should.

You must've known there were
times your wife shouldn't drive.

- Why allow it, then?
- It no longer matters.

Why did your wife take
sleeping pills before the crash?

Who could have
given them to her?

I don't know.
She led her own life.

You told me a different story
before.

This is private,
and no longer relevant.

A woman who shouldn't drive

is found drugged
after a fatal car crash.

I have nothing more to tell you.

Wait. Where were you
two days ago at 1 1.30 p. M?

I can tell you that.
I was home all night.

- Witnesses?
- We have a concierge.

He knows who comes and goes.

I get my newspaper from him.
Ask him.

I will ask him, Mr Hellwig.
Count on it.

Morning, Stocki.
I got our breakfast.

So your transfer application
was approved.

- I'm sorry, but...
- It's okay.

You've explained it
often enough.

Everyone tries to get through
the allotted 70 years

without too much pain.

I'll make us a coffee.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- Morning, Richard.

Hello, Rex. Come here.

- Anything new?
- lndeed.

His transfer's official now.

Well?

Anything to add?

What can I possibly say?

I'm just making coffee.

Well...

Dr Graf found out
the victim was a diabetic.

- What?
- Yes.

But Hellwig didn't seem
to know about the illness.

It explains the accident,
but on the other hand...

Why did he say
his wife liked a drink?

Lots of contradictions.

Graf even found out

that she had
overdosed on sleeping pills.

Or she'd been drugged.

It looks as if Hellwig
did it all himself.

That fire brigade guy

said the fuel line could only
be damaged through the impact.

Rex smelt petrol
from the parking area to the site.

So petrol must have leaked
beforehand.

Before the fuel pipe
was damaged.

So someone made sure
the car would burn.

So someone must have tried
to hide the victim's identity.

Precisely.

I've come to believe
the woman wasn't his wife.

The motive?

Insurance fraud.

He has a few policies
on his wife,

which is now even easier
in the EU.

Say, ten life insurance
policies in Europe.

She gets killed in an accident,

he cashes the policies
and they go abroad.

What now?

We need Mrs Hellwig's photo
and data

to compare it with the victim's.

I've got something.

This finance magazine

has a photo of the Hellwigs.

H"llerer...

But if Hellwig isn't the victim...

Listed here
are two missing prostitutes.

The age of one
and the timeframe is perfect.

H"llerer, check for
any insurance policies

in Mrs Hellwig's name,
and any debts.

Stocki, try getting a photo
of the prostitutes.

Meanwhile, I'll be with Graf.

Wait!

- Why not arrest Hellwig?
- His alibi is sound, no chance.

The missing girls
don't have an address.

Only a bar
where both of them spent time.

So where's the problem?

Must I go there alone?
Won't you come along?

I must see Graf,
who has a computer program

to reconstitute faces,
so I need a photo.

Fine. It'll be a real thrill.

Well, take Rex along.
I can't take him with me.

- Thanks.
- Who knows...

Look after him well
so nothing happens.

Come on, Richard...

What do you say?

Ingrid?

I told you to stay here
when I'm out.

It's fine.

The police suspect something.

Don't worry.
We planned it all thoroughly.

- But not a second murder.
- Are you nervous?

She's burnt to a cinder.

We'll feed in
all available data.

The person's height, age,
weight, bone structure, etc.

With the help of this data

it calculates
the most likely looks.

No. The actual looks.

- How much was this program?
- 70,000.

Hello?

Anyone serving?

Hello, hello...

It looks like
there's no one here.

Rex, please behave.
We're on duty.

This is the second step.
Let me do it.

The computer
takes the shape of the skull

to figure out
how the face looked.

And then
it recreates it perfectly.

Here? In here?

Sure?

Sorry, we're not open yet.

I only want to talk to you.

Could you please
turn this down?

Thank you.

I must check the lights
when we start.

Great work ethic,
but tell me about Gabi Tischler.

Any idea what I want to know?

What? Oh yes, of course.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

- Stockinger, Crime Squad.
- I'm so impressed I'll fall over.

- I'm in no hurry.
- Neither am l.

The first customers
come at lunchtime.

All right. You can close up
and come to the station.

Don't be ridiculous.

Who have we here?
Is he yours?

No. He belongs to my boss.
My current one.

My, you are a cutie.

- What's your name, sweet?
- That's Rex.

- He never says much.
- My Mimi was 1 6 years old.

When she died,
I wanted to kill myself.

- Can we talk about Gabi now?
- I know very little.

She came from the country,
with a friend.

Very nice girls, really.
Gabi, she loves life.

She always says "Who knows
how long you'll live?"

Now they're both missing.
One of us reported it.

Here...
this is for Rex.

You're a good doggie.

Tell me,
what was Gabi Tischler like?

- Did she drink much?
- Not a drop.

A problem.
Many of the clients invited her.

I don't know why.
But she never drank.

Thanks.
You wouldn't have a photo?

- No.
- Think about it again.

Perhaps
someone killed the two girls.

And perhaps
he's not satisfied yet.

So she wasn't Mrs Hellwig.

Right.
I cannot contradict you there.

Two questions remain.
Where's Mrs Hellwig?

And who is the dead woman?

Cheers, Rex.

Look, this was a sort
of company excursion.

That's her, Gabi Tischler.

Thanks.

The hairstyle
could have been different.

Quite a few possibilities.

Stop.

This is incredible. Stocki!

I admit I wouldn't have got it
without him.

- And how did he do it?
- With psychology.

It's obvious.

The victim
is most likely Gabi Tischler.

Or do you think differently?

We should
pay Mr Hellwig a visit.

I just can't keep this up.

What's the matter?

Well, first this thing,

and now clients
keep wanting their money.

The insurance
will pay in three weeks.

And then we'll leave.

Perhaps
you should have left earlier.

I couldn't have endured it.

I can't do without you
even for a day.

I must return to the office.

Simply stay here.

Impossible.
I have to keep up appearances.

At least
until everything's over.

Say that you're so depressed
over my death

that you must take a holiday.

Yes, hello?

What?
What do they want now?

Police.

Wait till Mr Hellwig comes.
Why interrupt my call?

We wanted to surprise him.

Six insurance policies,
beneficiary Mr Hellwig.

Totalling 23 million schillings.

- What are you doing?
- Searching the place.

And I have an arrest warrant.
For murder.

Stop!

Shit. Crowbar!

There he is.

Stocki, check the flat.
The others come with me.

Over there. Rex, follow me.

Come on, Rex.

Rex, no!

- Help!
- Rex, stop.

- Hey! Tell the dog to stop.
- Stay calm.

Damn it. Ouch. Help!

Stay calm
and he won't harm you.

There's nothing here.

Hello.

I guess this is yours,
Mrs Hellwig.

- Come with me.
- This is how you got your alibi.

You left the house,
faked the accident,

and returned across the roofs
in this way.

Then you saw the concierge.

- Prove it.
- I will.

We found policies worth
30 million in your wife's name.

We also found out

that you lost millions
of your clients' money.

So you and your wife
needed money to leave.

My wife? But she's dead.

Oh no.
That was someone else.

She was Gabi Tischler.
A prostitute.

She resembled your wife.
You also killed her friend.

Children found the burnt corpse
in a cave.

That's not proof.

Just wait.

Richard,
look who we've got here.

I see.
Mrs Hellwig, I presume.

Darling.

Well, that's enough.

Take him away.

- How did you catch him?
- Well, Rex did.

He jumped across.
Roof jumping.

- What?
- Yes.

- Why didn't you stop him?
- He'd already leaped.

If I think about it
I'll throw up.

I felt nauseous too.
But he was gone.

A dog is like a child.
You must watch it.

- You don't even have a cat!
- It's just common sense.