Rex: A Cop's Best Friend (1994–2008): Season 5, Episode 10 - Das Testament - full transcript
INSPECTOR REX
THE WILL
- Can you manage?
- Yes.
Good grief!
A pity.
My last Will.
Being of sound mind,
I bequeath
in the case of my death...
MY goodness!
Hello.
Hello. Can I help you?
My name's Kraus,
Tanja Kraus.
I was
the late Mr Stift's nurse.
Kainz. I'm an architect.
Mr Stift's nephew asked me
to do some renovations.
- Is he here?
- I'm alone.
What a shame.
I've come for something
Mr Stift promised me.
You're too late. Everything
has gone to an antique dealer.
- Do you know which one?
- The place in Greiner Lane.
It's close by.
Greiner Lane?
Thank you. Goodbye.
Don't worry. None of his stuff
was much good.
Don't say that!
Everything was beautiful.
Really!
I've read that it's not prey
dogs are really retrieving
but the perfectly good stuff
their owners throw away.
Do you agree?
Obviously not.
Oh, Rex! What have you done?
You've broken another ball.
Well, Mr Kainz...
have you had a look around?
Yes. I've done
a few calculations.
To do up the whole house
will be pretty expensive.
That's my problem.
Can you give me a figure?
Not yet, but I estimate
the electrics, plumbing...
No estimates, please.
Work out a figure.
Then call me, okay?
Mr Stift! By the way
a Mrs Kraus was here.
The nurse. What for?
To collect something
your uncle had promised her.
Really?
Did she take anything?
There's nothing here.
She left.
That's fine then.
You see, Mr Stift...
In this will your uncle left
a third of his estate
to someone else.
Who? At this stage
that's immaterial.
I knew your uncle well.
He was a regular client.
I expect
that a third of his estate
would mean about 20 million
less in your inheritance.
Yes, of course it's dated.
No, it's not even
three weeks old.
Well...
I think it's worth
a small reward, don't you?
Rex!
I don't believe it.
No, Rex!
Mr Gruber?
Yes. How can I help you?
The sign on your shop door
said you'd be here.
You bought up
all Mr Stift's effects?
Yes.
I was his nurse.
He promised me a painting.
A watercolour of the big wheel
at the Prater. I'd like it.
We should have it.
We're still sorting his things.
If you come to the shop
on Monday, I'll have a look.
To the shop? Okay.
Can you tell me
what it will cost?
No, but it won't be
expensive.
That's good.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Hello, Mr Stift.
- Hello, Mr Zehrer.
I'm glad you've come.
Come in.
Don't speak too soon.
How do you know
there isn't a more recent will?
Come through.
You told me
your uncle was bedridden
and you looked after him.
You'd have known
if a lawyer had visited him.
I didn't necessarily tell you
everything.
No, of course not.
But you're here
and that tells me you have
a certain interest in this will.
I could give it
to the beneficiary
and come to an arrangement
with them.
- What do you want?
- As I said...
you stand to lose 20 million...
Have a seat.
The usual reward for finding
things is 10%. That's 2 million.
I'd be satisfied with that.
It shouldn't be a problem
for you.
Where is the will?
You'd never find it. Your uncle
was very imaginative.
Very well...
I'll have to come up
with the money.
I'm glad you understand.
Well... where is the will?
10%.
Where's the will?
Please.
Even if it were in this room,
you'd never find it.
I'm glad we agree...
provisionally.
Come along, my dear Mr Stift.
I'll show you out.
You see,
life wasn't meant to be...
I think
it was really mean of you
to take a colleague's pen.
I know you did it.
You did it just to annoy me.
Admit it.
No pen. No ham roll.
It was you!
I thought it was Kunz.
- What did I do?
- Nothing. Don't worry.
Where's Alex?
Cheese.
From home.
The shops are closed.
Do I have to eat cheese
because it's Sunday?
Look.
Rex doesn't like it either.
- Now what's up?
- He's brought cheese rolls.
You're lucky
to get anything.
This is a matter of principle.
Kunz hates a messy desk
and I hate cheese rolls.
Brandtner.
You see...
it's the principle that counts.
The ham roll is at stake.
I understand.
Ham or cheese?
That is the question.
Stop fighting. We'll go to
the station and buy ham rolls.
How come? We're on duty.
We'll pass by on our way
to the crime scene.
Give it to me.
This is...
most probably
the murder weapon.
A stick with an ivory knob.
Mid-nineteenth century.
I don't suppose
the killer noticed that.
He hit him several times.
I think the first blow
was from behind.
I'll know more
after the autopsy.
He died from injuries
to the skull and brain.
I hope that was of some help.
See you soon.
The dead man's
business partner...
Brandtner.
At this stage
it looks like burglary.
Is anything missing?
Nothing as far as I know.
- Nothing?
- Correct. Nothing.
The killer could have been
looking for something.
Any idea what it might be?
That occurred to me too.
But I can't think of anything.
Please keep thinking.
It's important.
By the way, Inspector...
it's strange that the door
to the shop wasn't locked.
That would mean Mr Zehrer
was expecting someone.
I couldn't say.
Okay. Thank you.
How's it going?
It will take forever to check
these lists for missing items.
For example, where do I find
a Thonet café chair, No. 14,
in polished beechwood?
You're sitting on it.
- How much is this?
- 800 schillings.
I saw the same figurine
at Zehrer's for half that.
- Do you know him?
- Have you come to chat?
400 schillings
and then we'll chat.
400?
Do you think I stole it?
Does Mr Zehrer have
a stall here?
Yes,
but he's not here today.
That's a pity.
He always has nice things.
I don't know why they bother.
They've got heaps of money.
Now you have to buy it.
Why?
- A hand's missing.
- It was already broken.
Prove it,
or take me to court.
I'll take it,
but tell me about Zehrer.
- 800 schillings!
- That's daylight robbery.
There. So what do you
know about Zehrer?
Nothing. I don't meddle
in other people's affairs.
How very decent of you.
Thank you.
And goodbye.
- Did you find out anything?
- No. But I bought an antique.
Nice.
- Late nineties?
- Isn't it old?
- It must be. A hand's missing.
- Exactly.
Brandtner.
That sounds interesting.
Where?
We're on our way.
Come on.
I found out
there's a second storeroom.
Mr Gruber's none too pleased.
Well, Mr Zehrer
wasn't killed here.
We should take a look
all the same.
After you.
I told you
there was nothing here...
no burglars
and no murderers.
There's no harm in asking.
You might find
another treasure here.
- What did you buy?
- An antique porcelain figure.
Unfortunately,
minus a finger.
Nice piece, isn't it?
Viennese Empire, 1810.
I doubt you could afford it.
I believe you. But I wonder
why it's been left in the sun.
- Why not?
- It fades the wood.
- I'd better have it moved.
- We'd be happy to help you.
There we go.
After you.
- What's this room used for?
- Restoring furniture.
Isn't it awkward to have
a wardrobe blocking the door?
I think you're up to
something else in here.
Something quite illegal.
This is how
antiques from the East
are smuggled into the country.
You cut up
a valuable statue,
import the pieces
as seemingly worthless wood
and then reassemble them
here.
After a bit
of restoration work
the cut marks
can't be seen any more.
Right?
We'll continue our talk
in the office.
Come on. Let's go.
- How did you know that?
- It was in the paper.
Can we only get him
on smuggling and fraud?
Maybe for receiving
stolen goods too.
Do you think
he killed Zehrer?
Gruber has a watertight alibi.
I checked it.
If they were doing
some shady business,
lots of people
could be suspects.
Is that thing
from the flea market?
It's not a thing!
It's a work of art.
Isn't that right, Rex?
I looked after Mr Stift
during his last two years...
You may have known him.
He was bedridden.
I liked caring for him.
Mr Stift's nephew dismissed me
just before his uncle died.
He said he was going
to look after him.
He wouldn't let anyone
near him.
He was probably jealous
because I'd nursed Mr Stift
and lived in his house.
I'd be delighted if you could
start the day after tomorrow.
- Really?
- Yes.
I must go to Vienna first.
I'll be back here
the day after tomorrow.
Wonderful.
Don't get up, Mrs Neumann.
I'll find my own way out.
See you soon.
I'm looking forward to it.
Is anyone here?
- Morning.
- Morning, madam.
- What can I do for you?
- We spoke at the flea market.
I've come for the picture
of the big wheel.
It's in the storeroom.
I'll fetch it.
All right.
Do you mean this one?
Good old Mr Stift.
He wanted me to have it.
- How much is it?
- I can't just give it to you.
500 schillings?
Done!
Thank you.
Thank you.
I see the frame's broken.
A piece has come off.
Who'd mend it?
As you go out the door,
take the first to the right.
They repair frames there.
Say Mr Gruber sent you.
He'll give you a good price.
How kind. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
- Hello.
- Hello. How can I help you?
Mr Gruber from the antique shop
recommended you.
What would it cost
to repair this frame?
Only the boss
can give you a quote.
He'll be in later.
Then I'll leave
the painting here
so he can take a look
and give me a quote.
Fantastic.
I'll write you a receipt.
And you give me the picture.
- I'll come back later.
- There you are.
What can I do for you?
I'm looking for a frame
for a small picture.
Sorry. We don't sell things.
We restore them.
Everything here
belongs to someone.
That picture there too?
Of course. You can see
the frame's broken.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
Goodbye.
My last Will.
Hi.
Mr Zehrer seems to have had
a thriving business
in stolen statues.
I don't think it's likely
but maybe a customer
took his revenge.
The people I've visited
have been
respectable and well-off
and had no idea
the things were stolen.
Zehrer had even given them
a certificate of authenticity.
- This isn't really our area.
- Exactly. Why are we doing it?
We're investigating anyway.
People get furious when
you try to take their statues.
One of them threatened me
with an old sword.
- I can't see any scars.
- I hid behind a cupboard.
Luckily
the sword got stuck.
Charge him with assaulting
and obstructing a police officer.
Am I to tell the judge
I hid behind a cupboard
from a crazed swordsman?
Sure.
Coffee?
It was awful.
The police stopped me.
Why?
I had an overhanging load.
- You've got a red flag on it.
- Because the police insisted.
Didn't you say
you were a cop too?
Yes, but I'd already bumped
into the officer on point duty.
Terrible!
I sent you a customer.
She wanted to have
a frame repaired.
Did she leave it with you?
Yes. Thanks for
recommending us.
Is it true you had a burglary
and Zehrer was...
Dreadful.
Do they know who...
Yes, good luck to you too.
- I'm off to the post office.
- Fine.
- Hello.
- Do you know the price yet?
You're in luck.
The boss is here. Bye.
- Hello.
- Hello, madam.
I've looked at the frame.
To restore it
would cost 2000 schillings.
2000 schillings!
You can't be serious.
I paid 500 schillings
for the picture and the frame.
One could patch it up
and paint over it
but we don't do that.
I'll take it with me.
I can't afford that much.
- My receipt.
- Yes. Sorry.
Never mind.
It has sentimental value.
Good old Mr Stift.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, madam.
Good evening, Mr Gruber.
- What are you doing here?
- And you?
I can guess
why you're here.
Zehrer found my uncle's will.
- And you...
- You killed him.
- Now you've got the will.
- No... I haven't got it.
Go away.
What are you doing
with that picture?
Give it to me.
Please.
Brandtner.
Rex!
As long as you're okay.
First his partner, now him.
Hello. I didn't think
we'd meet again so soon.
The antique trade seems
a dangerous line of business.
Yes... and not only
for the dealers.
We've had to reclaim
several stolen statues lately.
The murder weapon
was a screwdriver.
It's not from here.
It must be the murderer's.
He died between 12 and 2 a.m.
He was holding this picture
at the time.
- Anything else?
- No.
Oh, yes.
I was right about the murder
in the antique shop.
Zehrer was struck from behind.
He probably knew the murderer
or he wouldn't have turned
his back.
So long.
She took it back because
the repairs were too dear.
Thanks.
Listen...
Nothing's missing.
Same as the antique shop.
He says that Gruber
sent him a customer
who wanted a frame repaired
but it was too expensive
so she took it back.
Hello. My name's Brandtner.
Do you know her name?
No... but we've got the receipt
for her painting.
- Can I see it?
- Yes.
Can you describe her?
She's stout,
about my height,
around 50, blond hair.
We've already searched
this place.
Maybe we missed something.
I assume they were killed
by the same person
who probably knew
both of them.
He was looking
for something he didn't find.
Exactly, so maybe it's still here
or there's a clue.
That means the hunt is on.
Exactly.
A mahogany desk,
London, around 1800.
Furthering
your educaflon?
Read. "Has several secret
drawers." Did you find them?
How could we
when they're secret?
Let's find them now, okay?
What's this?
It looks like a will
that a certain Sebastian Stift
wrote on a painting.
We found a list of items
that a Mr Stift sold
to the two dealers.
Rex...
Stay here, okay?
Rex!
Rex, can you hear me?
Then come.
Let's see if that woman had
anything to do with it.
Well done, Rex.
So...
Hi, Fritz. It's me.
Find out who last worked
for a Mr Sebastian Stift,
11 Steinburg Lane,
as a carer or nurse.
A few papers
are still missing
but it's all just a formality.
- Can it go faster?
- I'm afraid not.
You'll have the securities
next week.
- Not until next week?
- And the cash holdings.
In the meantime any bank
will give you a loan
with the will as security.
Is it so urgent?
I wanted to go away
on holiday.
I'm sorry but it can't be
done faster.
You know how long
these things take.
She worked there
as a carer or nurse.
Yes, please call me back
as soon as you know.
It's urgent. Thanks.
I'm onto it.
They're calling me back.
Okay.
We've got two murders,
photos of a Mr Stift's will
and a nurse
who looked after him.
- There's a link.
- But what?
We'll know when we find
Walter Stift or the nurse.
What's the matter?
You look pale.
He hasn't had
his ham roll yet today.
I see.
There's no cause for concern.
You're the sole heir.
I trust your uncle
didn't make another will.
No... No.
Thank you.
See you next week.
Let's send Böck a ham roll
to make him feel better.
Put your paw there.
I don't believe it!
Look at this.
I paid 800 for the figurine.
And it had
several thousand in it.
I'm rich.
I quit.
Kunz.
Yes.
Thank you.
The nurse is Tanja Kraus.
She works for Klara Neumann,
20 Grünau.
Shit! We should have been
there by now.
My last Will...
My nurse, Tanja Kraus,
born on 30th...
is to inherit one third
of my estate. Vienna, 28th...
Give me the picture.
You gave me a fright.
What are you doing here?
Give me the picture, Tanja.
Then I'll leave.
The picture? No, your uncle
said it was for me
and that it was important
for my...
life.
You've already got too much.
Stop, stop!
Help! Help!
- What's going on?
- Check it out.
Rex, fetch the picture!
- Sorry. The picture's ruined.
- Never mind.
At least the writing
is still quite legible.
If a graphologist confirms
it's Mr Stift's writing,
the will is valid.
I'm sure
that's Mr Stift's writing.
- Calendula ointment will help.
- Good.
- Thank you once again.
- My pleasure.
Thank you too.
Thank you.
THE WILL
- Can you manage?
- Yes.
Good grief!
A pity.
My last Will.
Being of sound mind,
I bequeath
in the case of my death...
MY goodness!
Hello.
Hello. Can I help you?
My name's Kraus,
Tanja Kraus.
I was
the late Mr Stift's nurse.
Kainz. I'm an architect.
Mr Stift's nephew asked me
to do some renovations.
- Is he here?
- I'm alone.
What a shame.
I've come for something
Mr Stift promised me.
You're too late. Everything
has gone to an antique dealer.
- Do you know which one?
- The place in Greiner Lane.
It's close by.
Greiner Lane?
Thank you. Goodbye.
Don't worry. None of his stuff
was much good.
Don't say that!
Everything was beautiful.
Really!
I've read that it's not prey
dogs are really retrieving
but the perfectly good stuff
their owners throw away.
Do you agree?
Obviously not.
Oh, Rex! What have you done?
You've broken another ball.
Well, Mr Kainz...
have you had a look around?
Yes. I've done
a few calculations.
To do up the whole house
will be pretty expensive.
That's my problem.
Can you give me a figure?
Not yet, but I estimate
the electrics, plumbing...
No estimates, please.
Work out a figure.
Then call me, okay?
Mr Stift! By the way
a Mrs Kraus was here.
The nurse. What for?
To collect something
your uncle had promised her.
Really?
Did she take anything?
There's nothing here.
She left.
That's fine then.
You see, Mr Stift...
In this will your uncle left
a third of his estate
to someone else.
Who? At this stage
that's immaterial.
I knew your uncle well.
He was a regular client.
I expect
that a third of his estate
would mean about 20 million
less in your inheritance.
Yes, of course it's dated.
No, it's not even
three weeks old.
Well...
I think it's worth
a small reward, don't you?
Rex!
I don't believe it.
No, Rex!
Mr Gruber?
Yes. How can I help you?
The sign on your shop door
said you'd be here.
You bought up
all Mr Stift's effects?
Yes.
I was his nurse.
He promised me a painting.
A watercolour of the big wheel
at the Prater. I'd like it.
We should have it.
We're still sorting his things.
If you come to the shop
on Monday, I'll have a look.
To the shop? Okay.
Can you tell me
what it will cost?
No, but it won't be
expensive.
That's good.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
- Hello, Mr Stift.
- Hello, Mr Zehrer.
I'm glad you've come.
Come in.
Don't speak too soon.
How do you know
there isn't a more recent will?
Come through.
You told me
your uncle was bedridden
and you looked after him.
You'd have known
if a lawyer had visited him.
I didn't necessarily tell you
everything.
No, of course not.
But you're here
and that tells me you have
a certain interest in this will.
I could give it
to the beneficiary
and come to an arrangement
with them.
- What do you want?
- As I said...
you stand to lose 20 million...
Have a seat.
The usual reward for finding
things is 10%. That's 2 million.
I'd be satisfied with that.
It shouldn't be a problem
for you.
Where is the will?
You'd never find it. Your uncle
was very imaginative.
Very well...
I'll have to come up
with the money.
I'm glad you understand.
Well... where is the will?
10%.
Where's the will?
Please.
Even if it were in this room,
you'd never find it.
I'm glad we agree...
provisionally.
Come along, my dear Mr Stift.
I'll show you out.
You see,
life wasn't meant to be...
I think
it was really mean of you
to take a colleague's pen.
I know you did it.
You did it just to annoy me.
Admit it.
No pen. No ham roll.
It was you!
I thought it was Kunz.
- What did I do?
- Nothing. Don't worry.
Where's Alex?
Cheese.
From home.
The shops are closed.
Do I have to eat cheese
because it's Sunday?
Look.
Rex doesn't like it either.
- Now what's up?
- He's brought cheese rolls.
You're lucky
to get anything.
This is a matter of principle.
Kunz hates a messy desk
and I hate cheese rolls.
Brandtner.
You see...
it's the principle that counts.
The ham roll is at stake.
I understand.
Ham or cheese?
That is the question.
Stop fighting. We'll go to
the station and buy ham rolls.
How come? We're on duty.
We'll pass by on our way
to the crime scene.
Give it to me.
This is...
most probably
the murder weapon.
A stick with an ivory knob.
Mid-nineteenth century.
I don't suppose
the killer noticed that.
He hit him several times.
I think the first blow
was from behind.
I'll know more
after the autopsy.
He died from injuries
to the skull and brain.
I hope that was of some help.
See you soon.
The dead man's
business partner...
Brandtner.
At this stage
it looks like burglary.
Is anything missing?
Nothing as far as I know.
- Nothing?
- Correct. Nothing.
The killer could have been
looking for something.
Any idea what it might be?
That occurred to me too.
But I can't think of anything.
Please keep thinking.
It's important.
By the way, Inspector...
it's strange that the door
to the shop wasn't locked.
That would mean Mr Zehrer
was expecting someone.
I couldn't say.
Okay. Thank you.
How's it going?
It will take forever to check
these lists for missing items.
For example, where do I find
a Thonet café chair, No. 14,
in polished beechwood?
You're sitting on it.
- How much is this?
- 800 schillings.
I saw the same figurine
at Zehrer's for half that.
- Do you know him?
- Have you come to chat?
400 schillings
and then we'll chat.
400?
Do you think I stole it?
Does Mr Zehrer have
a stall here?
Yes,
but he's not here today.
That's a pity.
He always has nice things.
I don't know why they bother.
They've got heaps of money.
Now you have to buy it.
Why?
- A hand's missing.
- It was already broken.
Prove it,
or take me to court.
I'll take it,
but tell me about Zehrer.
- 800 schillings!
- That's daylight robbery.
There. So what do you
know about Zehrer?
Nothing. I don't meddle
in other people's affairs.
How very decent of you.
Thank you.
And goodbye.
- Did you find out anything?
- No. But I bought an antique.
Nice.
- Late nineties?
- Isn't it old?
- It must be. A hand's missing.
- Exactly.
Brandtner.
That sounds interesting.
Where?
We're on our way.
Come on.
I found out
there's a second storeroom.
Mr Gruber's none too pleased.
Well, Mr Zehrer
wasn't killed here.
We should take a look
all the same.
After you.
I told you
there was nothing here...
no burglars
and no murderers.
There's no harm in asking.
You might find
another treasure here.
- What did you buy?
- An antique porcelain figure.
Unfortunately,
minus a finger.
Nice piece, isn't it?
Viennese Empire, 1810.
I doubt you could afford it.
I believe you. But I wonder
why it's been left in the sun.
- Why not?
- It fades the wood.
- I'd better have it moved.
- We'd be happy to help you.
There we go.
After you.
- What's this room used for?
- Restoring furniture.
Isn't it awkward to have
a wardrobe blocking the door?
I think you're up to
something else in here.
Something quite illegal.
This is how
antiques from the East
are smuggled into the country.
You cut up
a valuable statue,
import the pieces
as seemingly worthless wood
and then reassemble them
here.
After a bit
of restoration work
the cut marks
can't be seen any more.
Right?
We'll continue our talk
in the office.
Come on. Let's go.
- How did you know that?
- It was in the paper.
Can we only get him
on smuggling and fraud?
Maybe for receiving
stolen goods too.
Do you think
he killed Zehrer?
Gruber has a watertight alibi.
I checked it.
If they were doing
some shady business,
lots of people
could be suspects.
Is that thing
from the flea market?
It's not a thing!
It's a work of art.
Isn't that right, Rex?
I looked after Mr Stift
during his last two years...
You may have known him.
He was bedridden.
I liked caring for him.
Mr Stift's nephew dismissed me
just before his uncle died.
He said he was going
to look after him.
He wouldn't let anyone
near him.
He was probably jealous
because I'd nursed Mr Stift
and lived in his house.
I'd be delighted if you could
start the day after tomorrow.
- Really?
- Yes.
I must go to Vienna first.
I'll be back here
the day after tomorrow.
Wonderful.
Don't get up, Mrs Neumann.
I'll find my own way out.
See you soon.
I'm looking forward to it.
Is anyone here?
- Morning.
- Morning, madam.
- What can I do for you?
- We spoke at the flea market.
I've come for the picture
of the big wheel.
It's in the storeroom.
I'll fetch it.
All right.
Do you mean this one?
Good old Mr Stift.
He wanted me to have it.
- How much is it?
- I can't just give it to you.
500 schillings?
Done!
Thank you.
Thank you.
I see the frame's broken.
A piece has come off.
Who'd mend it?
As you go out the door,
take the first to the right.
They repair frames there.
Say Mr Gruber sent you.
He'll give you a good price.
How kind. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
- Hello.
- Hello. How can I help you?
Mr Gruber from the antique shop
recommended you.
What would it cost
to repair this frame?
Only the boss
can give you a quote.
He'll be in later.
Then I'll leave
the painting here
so he can take a look
and give me a quote.
Fantastic.
I'll write you a receipt.
And you give me the picture.
- I'll come back later.
- There you are.
What can I do for you?
I'm looking for a frame
for a small picture.
Sorry. We don't sell things.
We restore them.
Everything here
belongs to someone.
That picture there too?
Of course. You can see
the frame's broken.
- Thanks.
- My pleasure.
Goodbye.
My last Will.
Hi.
Mr Zehrer seems to have had
a thriving business
in stolen statues.
I don't think it's likely
but maybe a customer
took his revenge.
The people I've visited
have been
respectable and well-off
and had no idea
the things were stolen.
Zehrer had even given them
a certificate of authenticity.
- This isn't really our area.
- Exactly. Why are we doing it?
We're investigating anyway.
People get furious when
you try to take their statues.
One of them threatened me
with an old sword.
- I can't see any scars.
- I hid behind a cupboard.
Luckily
the sword got stuck.
Charge him with assaulting
and obstructing a police officer.
Am I to tell the judge
I hid behind a cupboard
from a crazed swordsman?
Sure.
Coffee?
It was awful.
The police stopped me.
Why?
I had an overhanging load.
- You've got a red flag on it.
- Because the police insisted.
Didn't you say
you were a cop too?
Yes, but I'd already bumped
into the officer on point duty.
Terrible!
I sent you a customer.
She wanted to have
a frame repaired.
Did she leave it with you?
Yes. Thanks for
recommending us.
Is it true you had a burglary
and Zehrer was...
Dreadful.
Do they know who...
Yes, good luck to you too.
- I'm off to the post office.
- Fine.
- Hello.
- Do you know the price yet?
You're in luck.
The boss is here. Bye.
- Hello.
- Hello, madam.
I've looked at the frame.
To restore it
would cost 2000 schillings.
2000 schillings!
You can't be serious.
I paid 500 schillings
for the picture and the frame.
One could patch it up
and paint over it
but we don't do that.
I'll take it with me.
I can't afford that much.
- My receipt.
- Yes. Sorry.
Never mind.
It has sentimental value.
Good old Mr Stift.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, madam.
Good evening, Mr Gruber.
- What are you doing here?
- And you?
I can guess
why you're here.
Zehrer found my uncle's will.
- And you...
- You killed him.
- Now you've got the will.
- No... I haven't got it.
Go away.
What are you doing
with that picture?
Give it to me.
Please.
Brandtner.
Rex!
As long as you're okay.
First his partner, now him.
Hello. I didn't think
we'd meet again so soon.
The antique trade seems
a dangerous line of business.
Yes... and not only
for the dealers.
We've had to reclaim
several stolen statues lately.
The murder weapon
was a screwdriver.
It's not from here.
It must be the murderer's.
He died between 12 and 2 a.m.
He was holding this picture
at the time.
- Anything else?
- No.
Oh, yes.
I was right about the murder
in the antique shop.
Zehrer was struck from behind.
He probably knew the murderer
or he wouldn't have turned
his back.
So long.
She took it back because
the repairs were too dear.
Thanks.
Listen...
Nothing's missing.
Same as the antique shop.
He says that Gruber
sent him a customer
who wanted a frame repaired
but it was too expensive
so she took it back.
Hello. My name's Brandtner.
Do you know her name?
No... but we've got the receipt
for her painting.
- Can I see it?
- Yes.
Can you describe her?
She's stout,
about my height,
around 50, blond hair.
We've already searched
this place.
Maybe we missed something.
I assume they were killed
by the same person
who probably knew
both of them.
He was looking
for something he didn't find.
Exactly, so maybe it's still here
or there's a clue.
That means the hunt is on.
Exactly.
A mahogany desk,
London, around 1800.
Furthering
your educaflon?
Read. "Has several secret
drawers." Did you find them?
How could we
when they're secret?
Let's find them now, okay?
What's this?
It looks like a will
that a certain Sebastian Stift
wrote on a painting.
We found a list of items
that a Mr Stift sold
to the two dealers.
Rex...
Stay here, okay?
Rex!
Rex, can you hear me?
Then come.
Let's see if that woman had
anything to do with it.
Well done, Rex.
So...
Hi, Fritz. It's me.
Find out who last worked
for a Mr Sebastian Stift,
11 Steinburg Lane,
as a carer or nurse.
A few papers
are still missing
but it's all just a formality.
- Can it go faster?
- I'm afraid not.
You'll have the securities
next week.
- Not until next week?
- And the cash holdings.
In the meantime any bank
will give you a loan
with the will as security.
Is it so urgent?
I wanted to go away
on holiday.
I'm sorry but it can't be
done faster.
You know how long
these things take.
She worked there
as a carer or nurse.
Yes, please call me back
as soon as you know.
It's urgent. Thanks.
I'm onto it.
They're calling me back.
Okay.
We've got two murders,
photos of a Mr Stift's will
and a nurse
who looked after him.
- There's a link.
- But what?
We'll know when we find
Walter Stift or the nurse.
What's the matter?
You look pale.
He hasn't had
his ham roll yet today.
I see.
There's no cause for concern.
You're the sole heir.
I trust your uncle
didn't make another will.
No... No.
Thank you.
See you next week.
Let's send Böck a ham roll
to make him feel better.
Put your paw there.
I don't believe it!
Look at this.
I paid 800 for the figurine.
And it had
several thousand in it.
I'm rich.
I quit.
Kunz.
Yes.
Thank you.
The nurse is Tanja Kraus.
She works for Klara Neumann,
20 Grünau.
Shit! We should have been
there by now.
My last Will...
My nurse, Tanja Kraus,
born on 30th...
is to inherit one third
of my estate. Vienna, 28th...
Give me the picture.
You gave me a fright.
What are you doing here?
Give me the picture, Tanja.
Then I'll leave.
The picture? No, your uncle
said it was for me
and that it was important
for my...
life.
You've already got too much.
Stop, stop!
Help! Help!
- What's going on?
- Check it out.
Rex, fetch the picture!
- Sorry. The picture's ruined.
- Never mind.
At least the writing
is still quite legible.
If a graphologist confirms
it's Mr Stift's writing,
the will is valid.
I'm sure
that's Mr Stift's writing.
- Calendula ointment will help.
- Good.
- Thank you once again.
- My pleasure.
Thank you too.
Thank you.