Rex: A Cop's Best Friend (1994–2008): Season 4, Episode 11 - Der Voyeur - full transcript
INSPECTOR REX
THE VOYEUR
Quiet, Laura.
You have enough food.
Where are you?
Where are you?
What's for dinner?
Ah... there you are.
Yes, very good.
Stay like that.
Yes... keep going like that.
No...
No,
you can't do that to me.
Where are you?
You?
Where are you?
Police, emergency.
Don't hang up.
We'll answer you shortly.
Police, emergency.
Police, emergency.
Hello?
Hello?
As police chief of Vienna
I have the honour every year
to award medals for
outstanding service
to my fellow police officers.
Ladies first.
I ask chief superintendents
Ruschka and Haberkorn
to come forward.
We're next.
I'm proud of you.
Keep up the good work.
Keep up the good work.
- Nervous?
- For some reason.
Next I ask the Brandtner team
to come forward.
I thank the Brandtner team
for their excellent work.
Accepting this medal
on behalf of the whole team
is the senior member of staff.
I'm proud of you.
Keep up the good work.
You knew that
Rex would get the medal.
- Keep the change.
- Thank you.
Melitta.
Mrs Ulbing! Come quickly!
My wife...
Come quickly!
Melitta's passed out.
They're getting meaner
every year.
In the past they served
schnitzel and roast pork.
Or a decent buffet.
And as a bonus for the prize
we got a day off.
I can do without the food...
but I don't understand why
we didn't each get a medal.
Are you envious of Rex?
It's not for me.
It's my mother.
She's told all her friends
about the medal.
How will I look now?
What can I say?
Rex might lend it to you.
Rex, will you give me
the medal?
Brandtner.
- Hello, doctor.
- Hello, Brandtner.
She was strangled with a nylon
rope or something similar.
I found synthetic fibre
in the mark round her neck.
She's been dead
for 14 to 16 hours.
So she died last night
between 7 and 9.
- Who found her?
- Her husband.
He called a neighbour,
a Mrs Ulbing.
I'll check her out.
Where was the jewellery kept?
In that drawer.
Finished with the chest
of drawers? Thanks.
Were the pieces valuable?
Very valuable.
But that no longer matters.
Besides,
the jewellery's insured.
I don't think anything else
is missing.
Take Mrs Lorenz's
personal files to my office.
Right.
- Whose taxi receipts are these?
- My wife's.
She used taxis a lot.
Didn't she have a car?
Yes, but after she caused
a car accident
she never sat behind the wheel
again.
- Take a seat.
- Thanks.
- You're a real estate agent?
- Yes.
- How many employees?
- None.
I run the company myself
from this office.
For years I've specialised
in the higher price range.
I make a good living.
You were in Munich
on business, right?
I came back on a morning flight
and took a taxi home.
And I found her.
I thought she was just...
unconscious.
- Then you got the neighbour?
- Yes.
Who has a key to your place?
My wife, me and our neighbour,
Mrs Ulbing.
You're worth a lot of money.
What do you think, Cleopatra?
The neighbour claims
she was in hospital then.
Ask Peter to check that.
Rex, you don't like those.
All right then, one.
Give things away
and you'll be richly rewarded.
Meaning, you'll get lots of
ham rolls if I get your medal.
The front door
wasn't locked.
Let's assume
that the murderer rang
her doorbell.
Who would Melitta open
the door to?
A girlfriend, a male friend,
or her husband.
- A delivery man...
- I asked Lorenz that.
They often had groceries
delivered but not yesterday.
- What about her husband?
- I had him checked out.
He landed in Vienna
yesterday morning.
I also checked
his company register.
He has no motive.
It's his company.
A small but exclusive agency,
the bank says.
Very sound.
What about the neighbour,
Mrs Ulbing?
She's a nurse.
She started her job at 5 p.m.
The ward doctor said she fainted
about two hours later.
The doctor gave her an injection
and she rested in a sick room.
- For how long?
- About two hours.
- Did someone see her?
- Yes, a male nurse.
I've had no time to talk
to him.
From the hospital
to the Lorenz's flat
is about 30 minutes,
less by subway.
So she could have been there
at the time of crime.
- Talk to the nurse at once.
- Sure.
What about their circle
of friends?
They moved to Vienna
only a year ago.
Apart from that neighbour
they have no friends,
Mr Lorenz says.
Okay,
I'll talk to the male nurse.
Hello. Any more results?
Yes. Fortunately
it was a quiet day.
The time of death
was definitely 7.30 p.m.
give or take 30 minutes.
The fibre on her neck
is a mixture
of polyamide and elastan.
- That's used...
- For women's pantihose.
Right.
We guess she was strangled
with a black stocking like this.
- Take it.
- Thanks. More clues?
She'd had some
quite spicy food.
Fish, grilled chicken...
and rice wine.
Chinese food.
Xining,
Chinese specialities.
I see.
Yes, she was here yesterday.
With a man.
- Did you know the man?
- No.
But...
eyes tell a lot.
The two seemed
very close.
They acted
like a loving couple?
Yes.
But yesterday
they had a big fight.
Did you hear about what?
No.
I kept discreetly
in the background.
Can you describe the man?
Actually, he looked like you.
And he had a big wallet,
like mine.
A fellow waiter?
If you think of something else,
please call me.
Thanks.
Your dog has big eyes,
like a child at Christmas.
- May I give him some cookies?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- I thank you.
- Anything new?
- Hollerer talked to the nurse.
He checked on Mrs Ulbing twice
and brought her tea.
So we can rule her out.
Do you know where I put
the Lorenz taxi dockets?
Yes.
Where they belong.
In the file.
Here.
Thanks.
I noticed it before.
She always took the same taxi.
Same stamp, same signature.
Gustav Kuhn, 13 Poltenweg.
And a mobile number.
Try it. Taxi drivers also
have big wallets.
Thanks, Rex.
But I doubt this will satisfy
my mother. I really doubt it.
If you ask me,
I don't believe him.
His mother is just an excuse.
He wants the medal.
His machine is answering.
- Why a big wallet?
- I'll tell you in the car. Come.
That must be number 13
With those neighbours you save
on surveillance cameras.
Ask the neighbour
where Kuhn is.
Okay.
- And you?
- I'll have a look around.
It's much easier like that.
He's always showing off
how fit he is.
Shit!
Christian!
Is he crazy?
- Are you hurt?
- No. Go after him.
I'll call back-up, if only
to get me to the cleaners.
- Hey, what is this?
- Won't take a minute.
Nothing?
Look over there.
Stop!
You won't get far.
When did your affair start?
About two months ago.
- Did her husband know?
- I don't think so.
We always met in hotels.
I didn't kill her, believe me.
I never went to her home.
How do you know
she was killed at home?
I heard it on the radio.
I'll check.
What was
the restaurant fight about?
Money.
She'd lent me money
that I couldn't repay.
You don't make a fortune
driving a taxi.
But we made it up in the car.
Get it?
You drove Mrs Lorenz home?
What time?
A bit before seven.
Then I got a call on my mobile
to go to the Danube Tower.
I always give my clients
my mobile number.
- The name?
- I never ask them their name!
Fine, so you drove
to the Danube Tower.
- When were you there?
- At 7.30 as requested.
- Nobody was there.
- What a nice story, Mr Kuhn.
- It's the truth.
- Did anybody see you there?
No, it's dark at that time.
Why did you run away from us?
I told you.
I heard about Melitta's death
on the radio...
and thought you'd suspect me
because of the quarrel.
Why should I kill her?
You said yourself
you had money worries.
You could live well
off that jewellery.
I didn't kill Melitta.
I swear.
You can swear in court.
What time was he
at the hotel bar?
I see. Thanks.
Bye.
Hollerer will soften him up.
That was the Munich police.
Yesterday Lorenz was
in the hotel till 4.30 p.m.
with a customer.
Then he picked up
an opera ticket at reception.
The performance
started at six.
He was back at the hotel bar
at about 11.
He had six and a half hours.
He couldn't go from Munich
to Vienna and back.
Not by car.
By plane he could.
Find out in Munich if he flew
to Vienna yesterday.
Okay.
But you're obsessed.
We have the murderer.
Tell them I'll fax a photo
of Lorenz.
He might have travelled
under a false name.
I could get used to this.
I threw myself into work
to avoid thinking about it.
I understand.
Here's the list you wanted
of stolen jewellery.
I'm sure you didn't come
for that.
- You've caught the murderer?
- Possibly.
Please don't be offended
if I ask something
which might seem tasteless.
Go ahead.
Did you know
your wife had a lover?
My wife... a lover?
No... no...
No, I didn't.
Excuse me. Brandtner.
Look...
They found all this
buried under a rosebush
in Kuhn's garden.
This is Mrs Lorenz's jewellery.
And you still think
that he's innocent?
I don't.
Lorenz Real Estate.
Have you checked your mail?
- Who are you?
- Didn't you get my letter?
An orange envelope
with no sender's name.
What is it?
I only just got the mail.
Is the envelope there?
- Yes.
- Open it.
Don't worry,
it's not a letter bomb.
Hello...
Are you still there?
What do you want?
Two million for the negative.
Two million?
Impossible.
Be at the train station
in three hours.
Put the cash in a locker.
Walk back to the concourse.
Put the locker key
in an orange envelope
and throw it into the bin
next to the statue.
Then walk away
and drive home.
What about the negative?
You'll get it straight away...
when I have the money.
Morning.
Well... you don't look
too chirpy.
I was up all night
questioning Kuhn.
- He keeps on denying it.
- Well, Kuhn isn't the brightest
but he'd never bury jewellery
in his garden.
Rex!
That's what doesn't add up.
- Any news from Munich?
- No.
Bavarians never hurry.
There's something on my mind.
I told Lorenz
his wife had a lover.
And he wanted to know
who it was.
No, he didn't.
Thanks. Bye.
That was Munich. Nothing.
Nobody at the check-in
remembers him or that name.
Alex,
you're wrong about this.
Kuhn did it.
Hold on...
What if Lorenz raced to Vienna
in a rental car
and flew back to Munich
after the crime?
That's possible in six hours.
All right, I'll ring the airport
and fax the photo.
- Want a bet?
- I never bet.
Pity.
Rex!
Thank you, Rex.
That's a good deal.
Hey, that doesn't look good.
Your mum will
be delighted, right?
90 square metres.
No, not big enough.
We want at least 100.
Old building, second floor.
No, not that one either.
We want the top floor.
Looking down on everybody.
This is it.
Old building, city.
Top floor, sunny,
120 square metres.
Excellent condition.
What?
Impossible...
Must be a printing error.
Lorenz Real Estate.
You're a real estate agent.
How much is a middle-sized,
owner-occupied flat
top floor, best position?
You!
Where's the negative?
- The flat. How much?
- Around 4 million.
Where is the negative?
So it's true.
You'll get the negative if
you pay me two million more
or let's say three million...
furniture also costs a lot.
Are you crazy?
I don't have that much money.
Do I cry now?
- I'll ring again tomorrow.
- Wait!
Wait.
You live over there
on one of the upper floors.
And you have a parrot.
Hello.
- What is it?
- You lost the bet.
- Did the airport call?
- Yes, Lorenz flew to Munich.
We've got him.
Don't tell anybody, Cleopatra.
Hello, Mr Hoffmann.
You look well.
- I had a great trip.
- Want to come in for coffee?
With pleasure.
Go on through.
I've been upstairs.
My fish are well. So is Laura.
I brought Laura down here once
but Cleopatra got so jealous
I had to take Laura
straight back.
This is for you,
for looking after my place.
That isn't necessary.
I'll make the coffee.
- Where's the negative?
- What negative?
I'll buy you a new cage.
A much bigger one.
- The bird's flown.
- Search for him.
I'll look around for clues.
Rex!
- Rex!
- Go on.
Hello, Mr Mahler.
- Off to work at the museum?
- Not any more.
I'm a nightwatchman in a shop
in the 22nd district.
The big new one?
Isn't it boring to be all alone
in such a big building
at night?
- I always take a book.
- What a nice watch.
From Mr Hoffmann.
I took care of his fish and bird.
- Is he back?
- He got back an hour ago.
- Have a nice evening.
- Same to you.
- Found anything?
- No.
You and your fortune cookies.
You'll get lots
on your birthday.
I'm a witness.
Unbelievable.
This isn't just murder.
It's also blackmail.
It's from there.
Good God!
Call Doctor Graf.
What was he looking for?
The negative.
Mr Hoffmann?
We're the police.
Stay calm. It's all right.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we'll close in a few minutes.
Mr Hoffmann
only returned today?
Yes, he was away
for three weeks.
Who's looking after his pets?
Our caretaker, Mr Mahler.
Mahler has a key to his flat?
Yes.
- Where does he live?
- On the ground floor.
- I'll check.
- You won't have any luck.
He's at work.
He supplements his income.
He's a nightwatchman.
Where does he work?
In the new furniture store
in the 22nd district.
Lorenz must have realised
that Mahler took the photo,
not Hoffmann.
Mrs Lorenz was
of interest to Mahler.
Our caretaker seems to be
a paparazzo.
More like a voyeur.
If Lorenz didn't find the photo,
the voyeur is in danger.
Also if he did find it.
Come.
Rex!
No answer.
Call the fire brigade.
They have a key.
Where is the negative?
Where is it?
Even if I told you,
you'd kill me.
Where is the negative?
Brandtner, Crime Squad.
Open the door.
If you kill me
you'll find out nothing.
Tell me where
the negative is!
Help!
Nobody will hear you.
Well?
Where is the negative?
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Here!
Help! I'm here!
Help!
Help!
Just made it.
Well?
Found anything you like?
Take him away.
Lorenz couldn't bear his wife
having a younger lover,
so he just killed her.
He buried the jewels
in the lover's yard
- to incriminate him.
- Exactly.
Where's Rex?
Wait for me!
THE VOYEUR
Quiet, Laura.
You have enough food.
Where are you?
Where are you?
What's for dinner?
Ah... there you are.
Yes, very good.
Stay like that.
Yes... keep going like that.
No...
No,
you can't do that to me.
Where are you?
You?
Where are you?
Police, emergency.
Don't hang up.
We'll answer you shortly.
Police, emergency.
Police, emergency.
Hello?
Hello?
As police chief of Vienna
I have the honour every year
to award medals for
outstanding service
to my fellow police officers.
Ladies first.
I ask chief superintendents
Ruschka and Haberkorn
to come forward.
We're next.
I'm proud of you.
Keep up the good work.
Keep up the good work.
- Nervous?
- For some reason.
Next I ask the Brandtner team
to come forward.
I thank the Brandtner team
for their excellent work.
Accepting this medal
on behalf of the whole team
is the senior member of staff.
I'm proud of you.
Keep up the good work.
You knew that
Rex would get the medal.
- Keep the change.
- Thank you.
Melitta.
Mrs Ulbing! Come quickly!
My wife...
Come quickly!
Melitta's passed out.
They're getting meaner
every year.
In the past they served
schnitzel and roast pork.
Or a decent buffet.
And as a bonus for the prize
we got a day off.
I can do without the food...
but I don't understand why
we didn't each get a medal.
Are you envious of Rex?
It's not for me.
It's my mother.
She's told all her friends
about the medal.
How will I look now?
What can I say?
Rex might lend it to you.
Rex, will you give me
the medal?
Brandtner.
- Hello, doctor.
- Hello, Brandtner.
She was strangled with a nylon
rope or something similar.
I found synthetic fibre
in the mark round her neck.
She's been dead
for 14 to 16 hours.
So she died last night
between 7 and 9.
- Who found her?
- Her husband.
He called a neighbour,
a Mrs Ulbing.
I'll check her out.
Where was the jewellery kept?
In that drawer.
Finished with the chest
of drawers? Thanks.
Were the pieces valuable?
Very valuable.
But that no longer matters.
Besides,
the jewellery's insured.
I don't think anything else
is missing.
Take Mrs Lorenz's
personal files to my office.
Right.
- Whose taxi receipts are these?
- My wife's.
She used taxis a lot.
Didn't she have a car?
Yes, but after she caused
a car accident
she never sat behind the wheel
again.
- Take a seat.
- Thanks.
- You're a real estate agent?
- Yes.
- How many employees?
- None.
I run the company myself
from this office.
For years I've specialised
in the higher price range.
I make a good living.
You were in Munich
on business, right?
I came back on a morning flight
and took a taxi home.
And I found her.
I thought she was just...
unconscious.
- Then you got the neighbour?
- Yes.
Who has a key to your place?
My wife, me and our neighbour,
Mrs Ulbing.
You're worth a lot of money.
What do you think, Cleopatra?
The neighbour claims
she was in hospital then.
Ask Peter to check that.
Rex, you don't like those.
All right then, one.
Give things away
and you'll be richly rewarded.
Meaning, you'll get lots of
ham rolls if I get your medal.
The front door
wasn't locked.
Let's assume
that the murderer rang
her doorbell.
Who would Melitta open
the door to?
A girlfriend, a male friend,
or her husband.
- A delivery man...
- I asked Lorenz that.
They often had groceries
delivered but not yesterday.
- What about her husband?
- I had him checked out.
He landed in Vienna
yesterday morning.
I also checked
his company register.
He has no motive.
It's his company.
A small but exclusive agency,
the bank says.
Very sound.
What about the neighbour,
Mrs Ulbing?
She's a nurse.
She started her job at 5 p.m.
The ward doctor said she fainted
about two hours later.
The doctor gave her an injection
and she rested in a sick room.
- For how long?
- About two hours.
- Did someone see her?
- Yes, a male nurse.
I've had no time to talk
to him.
From the hospital
to the Lorenz's flat
is about 30 minutes,
less by subway.
So she could have been there
at the time of crime.
- Talk to the nurse at once.
- Sure.
What about their circle
of friends?
They moved to Vienna
only a year ago.
Apart from that neighbour
they have no friends,
Mr Lorenz says.
Okay,
I'll talk to the male nurse.
Hello. Any more results?
Yes. Fortunately
it was a quiet day.
The time of death
was definitely 7.30 p.m.
give or take 30 minutes.
The fibre on her neck
is a mixture
of polyamide and elastan.
- That's used...
- For women's pantihose.
Right.
We guess she was strangled
with a black stocking like this.
- Take it.
- Thanks. More clues?
She'd had some
quite spicy food.
Fish, grilled chicken...
and rice wine.
Chinese food.
Xining,
Chinese specialities.
I see.
Yes, she was here yesterday.
With a man.
- Did you know the man?
- No.
But...
eyes tell a lot.
The two seemed
very close.
They acted
like a loving couple?
Yes.
But yesterday
they had a big fight.
Did you hear about what?
No.
I kept discreetly
in the background.
Can you describe the man?
Actually, he looked like you.
And he had a big wallet,
like mine.
A fellow waiter?
If you think of something else,
please call me.
Thanks.
Your dog has big eyes,
like a child at Christmas.
- May I give him some cookies?
- Of course.
- Thank you.
- I thank you.
- Anything new?
- Hollerer talked to the nurse.
He checked on Mrs Ulbing twice
and brought her tea.
So we can rule her out.
Do you know where I put
the Lorenz taxi dockets?
Yes.
Where they belong.
In the file.
Here.
Thanks.
I noticed it before.
She always took the same taxi.
Same stamp, same signature.
Gustav Kuhn, 13 Poltenweg.
And a mobile number.
Try it. Taxi drivers also
have big wallets.
Thanks, Rex.
But I doubt this will satisfy
my mother. I really doubt it.
If you ask me,
I don't believe him.
His mother is just an excuse.
He wants the medal.
His machine is answering.
- Why a big wallet?
- I'll tell you in the car. Come.
That must be number 13
With those neighbours you save
on surveillance cameras.
Ask the neighbour
where Kuhn is.
Okay.
- And you?
- I'll have a look around.
It's much easier like that.
He's always showing off
how fit he is.
Shit!
Christian!
Is he crazy?
- Are you hurt?
- No. Go after him.
I'll call back-up, if only
to get me to the cleaners.
- Hey, what is this?
- Won't take a minute.
Nothing?
Look over there.
Stop!
You won't get far.
When did your affair start?
About two months ago.
- Did her husband know?
- I don't think so.
We always met in hotels.
I didn't kill her, believe me.
I never went to her home.
How do you know
she was killed at home?
I heard it on the radio.
I'll check.
What was
the restaurant fight about?
Money.
She'd lent me money
that I couldn't repay.
You don't make a fortune
driving a taxi.
But we made it up in the car.
Get it?
You drove Mrs Lorenz home?
What time?
A bit before seven.
Then I got a call on my mobile
to go to the Danube Tower.
I always give my clients
my mobile number.
- The name?
- I never ask them their name!
Fine, so you drove
to the Danube Tower.
- When were you there?
- At 7.30 as requested.
- Nobody was there.
- What a nice story, Mr Kuhn.
- It's the truth.
- Did anybody see you there?
No, it's dark at that time.
Why did you run away from us?
I told you.
I heard about Melitta's death
on the radio...
and thought you'd suspect me
because of the quarrel.
Why should I kill her?
You said yourself
you had money worries.
You could live well
off that jewellery.
I didn't kill Melitta.
I swear.
You can swear in court.
What time was he
at the hotel bar?
I see. Thanks.
Bye.
Hollerer will soften him up.
That was the Munich police.
Yesterday Lorenz was
in the hotel till 4.30 p.m.
with a customer.
Then he picked up
an opera ticket at reception.
The performance
started at six.
He was back at the hotel bar
at about 11.
He had six and a half hours.
He couldn't go from Munich
to Vienna and back.
Not by car.
By plane he could.
Find out in Munich if he flew
to Vienna yesterday.
Okay.
But you're obsessed.
We have the murderer.
Tell them I'll fax a photo
of Lorenz.
He might have travelled
under a false name.
I could get used to this.
I threw myself into work
to avoid thinking about it.
I understand.
Here's the list you wanted
of stolen jewellery.
I'm sure you didn't come
for that.
- You've caught the murderer?
- Possibly.
Please don't be offended
if I ask something
which might seem tasteless.
Go ahead.
Did you know
your wife had a lover?
My wife... a lover?
No... no...
No, I didn't.
Excuse me. Brandtner.
Look...
They found all this
buried under a rosebush
in Kuhn's garden.
This is Mrs Lorenz's jewellery.
And you still think
that he's innocent?
I don't.
Lorenz Real Estate.
Have you checked your mail?
- Who are you?
- Didn't you get my letter?
An orange envelope
with no sender's name.
What is it?
I only just got the mail.
Is the envelope there?
- Yes.
- Open it.
Don't worry,
it's not a letter bomb.
Hello...
Are you still there?
What do you want?
Two million for the negative.
Two million?
Impossible.
Be at the train station
in three hours.
Put the cash in a locker.
Walk back to the concourse.
Put the locker key
in an orange envelope
and throw it into the bin
next to the statue.
Then walk away
and drive home.
What about the negative?
You'll get it straight away...
when I have the money.
Morning.
Well... you don't look
too chirpy.
I was up all night
questioning Kuhn.
- He keeps on denying it.
- Well, Kuhn isn't the brightest
but he'd never bury jewellery
in his garden.
Rex!
That's what doesn't add up.
- Any news from Munich?
- No.
Bavarians never hurry.
There's something on my mind.
I told Lorenz
his wife had a lover.
And he wanted to know
who it was.
No, he didn't.
Thanks. Bye.
That was Munich. Nothing.
Nobody at the check-in
remembers him or that name.
Alex,
you're wrong about this.
Kuhn did it.
Hold on...
What if Lorenz raced to Vienna
in a rental car
and flew back to Munich
after the crime?
That's possible in six hours.
All right, I'll ring the airport
and fax the photo.
- Want a bet?
- I never bet.
Pity.
Rex!
Thank you, Rex.
That's a good deal.
Hey, that doesn't look good.
Your mum will
be delighted, right?
90 square metres.
No, not big enough.
We want at least 100.
Old building, second floor.
No, not that one either.
We want the top floor.
Looking down on everybody.
This is it.
Old building, city.
Top floor, sunny,
120 square metres.
Excellent condition.
What?
Impossible...
Must be a printing error.
Lorenz Real Estate.
You're a real estate agent.
How much is a middle-sized,
owner-occupied flat
top floor, best position?
You!
Where's the negative?
- The flat. How much?
- Around 4 million.
Where is the negative?
So it's true.
You'll get the negative if
you pay me two million more
or let's say three million...
furniture also costs a lot.
Are you crazy?
I don't have that much money.
Do I cry now?
- I'll ring again tomorrow.
- Wait!
Wait.
You live over there
on one of the upper floors.
And you have a parrot.
Hello.
- What is it?
- You lost the bet.
- Did the airport call?
- Yes, Lorenz flew to Munich.
We've got him.
Don't tell anybody, Cleopatra.
Hello, Mr Hoffmann.
You look well.
- I had a great trip.
- Want to come in for coffee?
With pleasure.
Go on through.
I've been upstairs.
My fish are well. So is Laura.
I brought Laura down here once
but Cleopatra got so jealous
I had to take Laura
straight back.
This is for you,
for looking after my place.
That isn't necessary.
I'll make the coffee.
- Where's the negative?
- What negative?
I'll buy you a new cage.
A much bigger one.
- The bird's flown.
- Search for him.
I'll look around for clues.
Rex!
- Rex!
- Go on.
Hello, Mr Mahler.
- Off to work at the museum?
- Not any more.
I'm a nightwatchman in a shop
in the 22nd district.
The big new one?
Isn't it boring to be all alone
in such a big building
at night?
- I always take a book.
- What a nice watch.
From Mr Hoffmann.
I took care of his fish and bird.
- Is he back?
- He got back an hour ago.
- Have a nice evening.
- Same to you.
- Found anything?
- No.
You and your fortune cookies.
You'll get lots
on your birthday.
I'm a witness.
Unbelievable.
This isn't just murder.
It's also blackmail.
It's from there.
Good God!
Call Doctor Graf.
What was he looking for?
The negative.
Mr Hoffmann?
We're the police.
Stay calm. It's all right.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we'll close in a few minutes.
Mr Hoffmann
only returned today?
Yes, he was away
for three weeks.
Who's looking after his pets?
Our caretaker, Mr Mahler.
Mahler has a key to his flat?
Yes.
- Where does he live?
- On the ground floor.
- I'll check.
- You won't have any luck.
He's at work.
He supplements his income.
He's a nightwatchman.
Where does he work?
In the new furniture store
in the 22nd district.
Lorenz must have realised
that Mahler took the photo,
not Hoffmann.
Mrs Lorenz was
of interest to Mahler.
Our caretaker seems to be
a paparazzo.
More like a voyeur.
If Lorenz didn't find the photo,
the voyeur is in danger.
Also if he did find it.
Come.
Rex!
No answer.
Call the fire brigade.
They have a key.
Where is the negative?
Where is it?
Even if I told you,
you'd kill me.
Where is the negative?
Brandtner, Crime Squad.
Open the door.
If you kill me
you'll find out nothing.
Tell me where
the negative is!
Help!
Nobody will hear you.
Well?
Where is the negative?
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Here!
Help! I'm here!
Help!
Help!
Just made it.
Well?
Found anything you like?
Take him away.
Lorenz couldn't bear his wife
having a younger lover,
so he just killed her.
He buried the jewels
in the lover's yard
- to incriminate him.
- Exactly.
Where's Rex?
Wait for me!