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INSPECTOR REX

A WITNESS ON FOUR LEGS

- Hello. - What would you like?

- Was Alfons here? - You're much too nice for him.

- He doesn't deserve you. - Just tell me if he was here.

No, not for a long time.

Admit it, it's a funny time to wash a car.

It's now or never.

Now the boot, or we'll miss the kick-off.

Don't do that. I know what you're up to.

Get out of there!

Madman. What did the dog do to you?

He even came to the kitchen twice.

Here we are.

First of all you need a bath, you smelly little thing.

Alfons?

It will be your turn next.

It's starting again.

The light in the front yard suddenly went out.

Someone's out there, I'm sure.

I can't stand it much longer.

What else will he come up with?

My nerves can't take it.

He does it because I'm a woman.

Do men think women are dirt to be walked on?

That we swallow the lot and eventually give in?

Well, not me!

At some point, this must come to an end.

I need a final decision.

I don't know.

They were in the middle drawer, someone took them.

It wasn't me. Niki didn't take them either.

Rex doesn't take headache pills.

- Croissant? - No.

- Perhaps you misplaced them. - That's your specialty.

God, I feel awful...

It's not what you think, Rex.

It's only a saying.

How come you drank so much?

You don't usually do that.

I met some former classmates and they took me to a place

which shouted you a beer and a schnapps after a goal.

- They won 6 to 2. - 3 more goals

and death by alcohol.

Great colleagues!

Rex, you're the only true friend.

- Who taught him that? - Not me.

Oh, my head hurts.

Today I need peace, peace, peace.

No!

The culprit was very strong. The marks are still raised.

The larynx was completely smashed,

which caused the trachea to close.

Thank you.

- Any sign of a struggle? - No, nothing.

So the woman didn't surprise a burglar.

The culprit had only one goal.

He wanted to kill her.

Here's something interesting. Look at this.

Many tiny perforations, mostly healed, but some new ones.

It's not drugs. Who'd inject into a fingertip?

Judging from the state of rigor mortis

she must have died at least eight hours ago.

Whether she died ten or twelve hours ago,

I can only tell you after the autopsy.

Goodbye.

The victim obviously lived with a man.

It could be this one. There's a date here.

It's less than two months ago.

- Where's Rex? - Rex!

It's fine, Rex.

Who's this?

This little dog here... ls he yours?

No, I found him here. I think he's hungry.

Was he Ms Vogler's dog?

No, surely not. Pets are not allowed here.

Either you escaped, or you're a vagrant.

Rex, he was about to feed him, no reason to scare him.

- Where were you last night? - At a soccer match.

She was alone when it happened.

Did he live with her?

Yes, Alfons lived with her.

- But he works nights. - And where?

Maybe Mr Redl, who manages the building, can tell you.

Thanks, a colleague is talking to him.

- What's up with him? - It concerns the little dog.

What is it, though?

What shall we do with him?

No idea.

- We'll take him with us. - Looks like it.

When did you last see Ms Vogler, Mr Redl?

I was working on the house, and she was at home. Sugar?

There were problems with the lighting in the front yard.

A manager has a lot of problems.

Did you notice anything else?

I noticed they were having an argument.

Who?

Ms Vogler lived with a certain Alfons Tritscher.

Tell me, where does one find Mr Tritscher?

He works at a petrol station. I don't know where.

Out of my way.

- A bottle of schnapps. - We don't sell to drunks.

Schnapps, get it?

Fine. I'll get it right now.

Money, eh? That's all you want.

Whores.

You want to tell me something, but what?

Yes. Hello, Niki.

What is it? Did you find out anything?

Wait, so he didn't show up for work till 10 p.m.

and gave no excuse?

Yes, the search is on, but there are no clues.

You're a little piggy!

What? No, not you.

I'm off now to Claudia Vogler's workplace.

Her bank statements name her employer.

Yes, worked for.

Yes, till later.

What do you look like?

Come here.

He hasn't been near water for a long time.

So you're telling me your little friend is the pig.

Fine, when we get home I'll give him a bath.

Hello, sir. How can I help you?

I'm Hoffmann, Crime Squad.

I'm here because of Claudia Vogler.

I can't help you there. She didn't come to work.

I tried to ring her, but there was no answer.

Sorry, but Ms Vogler is dead.

Good Lord.

Was anyone here a friend of Ms Vogler's?

No, you couldn't say that.

She was a loner.

This was her place of work for fourteen years.

The poor girl.

Do you know Alfons Tritscher, Ms Vogler's boyfriend?

Barely. He picked her up a few times.

Is it true they had arguments?

Well, you see...

Claudia was rather reserved in her way,

but one has a sort of intuition.

Her laugh,

she had such a lovely, cheerful laugh,

but since she was with him, it became rarer.

It makes you think.

How did they meet?

On holiday in Styria.

He came from there and moved to Vienna because of her.

As far as I know

the change from the country to the city was difficult.

- Thank you very much, Mr Stein. - Goodbye.

Oh, something else.

Could you possibly imagine

that Ms Vogler would take in a homeless dog?

Good Lord, never.

You see, it happens

that seamstresses often take a dress home,

and if...

there were animal hairs... Well, Inspector...

- Thank you. - You're welcome. Bye.

- Weiring! - What's up?

You damn bastard!

Throw the man out, he's completely drunk.

They must have a language, like we do.

If I were mistreated by my owner,

I'd leave, become homeless and meet Rex

and tell him everything.

And he'd protect me, like a good policeman.

Look here.

Most of the perforations did not penetrate the epidermis,

nor the deeper layer, the stratum reticulare,

which bleeds if bruised... it's normal.

So she couldn't prevent the injuries but controlled them.

And if you were to ask me what work she did...

A seamstress.

You knew? Why wasn't I told?

- I was about to tell you. - Come on.

If it's already known, tell me straightaway.

On the contrary. We're still in the dark.

Still in the dark...

Something else.

On the bruises I found traces of methyl tertiary-butyl ether.

MTBE is a substance, which when added to petrol,

turns it into what we call Super.

Petrol...

Tritscher works at a petrol station.

There will be fireworks.

Huge fireworks.

- How long has he been there? - A while.

Well, well, it doesn't look good.

If we approach him he says he'll use his lighter.

He's asking for a certain Dr Weiring.

Weiring...

- We must talk to him. - He's dead drunk.

We'll get there. You'll see.

One spark from the lighter and it all goes up.

We must get the lighter.

He won't let anyone get close.

The back way.

We'll make for the sales office.

- And then? - Lose the mike to hear me.

Niki, we're ready.

Mr Tritscher, I want to talk to you.

I want Dr Weiring.

Look, I'm unarmed.

I'll now approach you very slowly.

Where is the swine? Where's Weiring?

The man is on his way, but he's afraid.

Just like me. I'm scared too.

That you'll kill yourself and me as well.

- Why? - I love Claudia.

Niki, there's a problem.

Weiring, come and show yourself.

Look at me.

What's got into you, Alfons?

What would Claudia think of you?

Come on, tell me.

Would she be proud of you?

- What is it? - What?

Vanish. I'll kill that pig.

I'll kill everybody!

Now.

Well done. Give it to me.

They'll put him in a cell to sober up.

He can't be questioned before tomorrow.

That means we can go home.

Which we deserve.

Especially Rex.

Surely Marc will give you an extra bone.

Not only Rex, if you come along.

Was that a dinner invitation?

It still is.

- Niki? - Yes?

We have some things for you.

Okay, come in.

- These should fit. - Thank you.

Let's put that in the rubbish straightaway.

What? I see.

That's probably best.

How far can jealousy drive a man?

He would have killed us, you know.

Just name one woman who'd go insane like that.

Love is shit.

You're not serious, are you?

I am... At least, tonight.

I hope your friend won't refuse his bath.

Well, you can't do it the other way round.

I can't put Niki in the bowl.

And where is the little vagrant now?

There he is.

Well, vagrant, it won't hurt at all.

You'll just get a little wet.

Come off it, Rex.

Please.

- What's the matter? - What happened here?

- I wanted to give him a bath. - On the floor?

Yes. Rex tipped over the bowl.

- Intentionally. - But why?

- How do I know? - Put him in the tub.

Oh, I see.

The little one wants a VIP bath.

Rex, what's this about?

What's going on, Rex?

Why this?

Kunz feels he's been abused, and Rex is protecting him.

Yes, that's a possibility.

Perhaps someone threw him into water.

Jesus!

Oh dear, they're quite crunchy.

Rather.

You had a quarrel with Claudia.

What about?

She had an affair with someone else.

- I said it to her face. - The other man was Weiring.

Dr W. Weiring.

Dr Weiring is a lawyer, right?

He went after Claudia, the swine.

Logical.

Sure, Dr Weiring offered better prospects,

he had lots to offer her.

Did Claudia say she was ending your relationship?

She was too cowardly to tell me to my face,

but I'm not an idiot.

He wasn't just a customer at the tailor's...

And what happened after the quarrel?

I left,

and then I met Redl.

We went to his office.

And...

And we opened a bottle.

You began to drink. And then?

After that, I don't remember a thing.

All I could think of was how to get more schnapps

and how I'd kill the swine.

Who did you resent more, Weiring or Claudia?

You wouldn't believe how I suffered for Claudia.

I would have done anything for her.

Anything...

But she lied to me,

and betrayed me.

You'd be furious too, anyone would be.

Did you go to the flat after that?

Yes. It's possible...

Mr Tritscher, did you kill Ms Vogler?

Maybe... I don't know, I don't...

Please understand. I loved her.

That's too simple.

I mean, that's not a confession.

He only thinks so.

You're right about that,

but he had a motive, no alibi and there's evidence.

If we inform the prosecutor, he'll get life.

Know what this is?

A wedding dress.

Did Mr Stein say for whom?

There must be a name on it.

It's the custom with tailors.

I didn't think you could afford tailor-made suits.

Not those.

Granny bought me my only tailor-made suit for communion.

Unfortunately, it no longer fits.

There's no name on this one.

- I'm sure Stein knows more. - So does Redl.

- What do you mean? - He never said he met Tritscher.

And he said he knew nothing about the quarrel.

Mr Stein, was this Ms Vogler's last work?

No, the order for this dress goes back months.

- But we found these... - Patterns...

Patterns, right, in Ms Vogler's drawer.

But there's no name on them.

Astonishing.

Then this piece wasn't made.

I see.

Wow, it's beautiful.

- You'd look good in that. - I'd need a groom, though.

This is unbelievable, it really is.

She said she needed to stay late to finish her work.

And instead she... but it is magnificent, right?

Look at it. But our clothes are custom-made.

What do I do With it?

The one who wanted to wear it, no longer needs it.

Claudia Vogler.

Neither will the groom.

I made a mistake. I took Alfons for a nice guy.

And you didn't want him to get into trouble.

There was the jealousy, and then the 25,000.

What 25,000?

- He didn't tell you? - No.

I was prepared to pay that if Ms Vogler moved out.

- To be able to renovate. - And Ms Vogler refused.

But Alfons was already making plans.

The money would help them get a place.

That's what you talked about when you had a drink.

- I should've told you, I know. - How much did you drink?

Two or three schnapps and then Alfons left.

If I'd known what he had on his mind...

You wouldn't have gone home to watch the soccer.

The match? No, I went to the gym. I go regularly.

That wouldn't do me any harm either.

I didn't like my last gym.

- What's yours like? - Wait, I may have a card.

Here it is.

I'm sorry, Inspector, if I made your job difficult.

- Everyone makes mistakes. - Well, goodbye.

Dr Weiring, could you try this on?

You were Claudia's lover, so Tritscher wanted to kill you.

- That looks great. - I beg your pardon?

That's what Tritscher alleges.

Here, look at this.

The delirious rantings of an alcoholic.

Instead of wasting my time,

you should have a look at Mr Redl.

We're just about to.

We'd have done it earlier, but...

you didn't contact us.

I'd had some bad experiences.

Ms Vogler's nervous system was somewhat...

fragile.

Did Redl terrorise Ms Vogler to make her move?

She had a lease which couldn't be cancelled.

Redl wanted to renovate the house

and sell it.

Yes?

- The recording. - Thanks.

This is the call I mentioned.

You'll have to excuse the bad sound quality.

Claudia Vogler. It's starting again.

The light in the front yard just went out.

There's someone there, for sure.

Why didn't you tell me Redl wanted Claudia to vacate?

Redl had nothing to do with this thing.

Why do you think he offered so much money,

out of friendship or to make a fortune

- if he sells the place? - Who cares? I killed her.

Leave me alone, damn it.

I went to Ms Vogler's home and I found this.

A brochure from a place specialising in detox.

Did you quarrel because she asked you to try this?

Your silence isn't helping you or us.

- Sanatorium Baumgarten. - Kunz, Crime Squad, Vienna.

Administration, please.

Hey, who are you?

When I was a boy, I had one just like you.

- When is it going to be? - What?

Don't say it's off. You'd make a great couple.

Rex and I will be the witnesses.

But only if you wear your tailor-made suit.

So you want me to diet but you'll still get Niki?

Why not try detox instead?

I found this in Vogler's flat. Tritscher went there for it.

He'd been off alcohol for two months.

Now I understand.

He said he'd suffered for Claudia.

And she chose Weiring.

- She wanted another groom. - Who?

I thought she was teasing when she measured me.

No, she was serious.

Mr Tritscher, help us.

- Hello, Mr Redl. - You want to see me again?

Sorry to come unannounced but we have a problem.

- What is it? - I need your help.

What With?

As you didn't tell the whole truth from the start

our boss now suspects...

- He doesn't think that I... - No, he goes further.

Since Mr Tritscher imbibed such a large amount of alcohol,

he's suffered partial amnesia, and questions remain.

How do they concern me?

With your help we can

reconstruct the events before the murder.

Then his confession won't be considered invalid in court.

So I can help bring the culprit to justice.

You can indeed.

Mr Tritscher, after your fight with Claudia Vogler,

you happened to meet Mr Redl and went to his office.

- What happened then? - He offered me a drink.

He was so downcast.

He'd agreed on a sum with me, then she rejected the deal.

But then there was also the influence of Dr...

- Weiring. - Right, Weiring.

And from here

I could clearly see him drive her home in his car.

- So you came here often? - No.

Mr Redl saw them and told me.

I was at work.

What exactly did you see, Mr Redl?

But that's not important. This is about the murder.

- So he offered you a drink? - At first I refused.

No, you did not.

Yes.

Yes!

But then you dropped the bottle.

The expensive whisky was on the floor.

Mr Redl, you knew Mr Tritscher had just left detox?

No.

That's pure speculation.

If Mr Redl had known the smell of alcohol alone

would've set him off,

- he'd never have done it. - True.

So you did drop the bottle?

By chance.

Just like you met Mr Tritscher by chance.

The front yard light went out by chance too.

You gave your caretaker a pass for the soccer match

so there'd be no witnesses.

Mr Redl, did you kill Ms Vogler?

Yes or no?

Goddamn swine!

I'll kill you.

I thought you were a friend.

Friend, my foot!

Well, Redl, I'm waiting for an answer.

I won't say a thing without my lawyer.

We nearly had Redl about to confess.

And just at that moment Tritscher went berserk.

What would you have done?

Yes, Hoffmann.

He's on his way. Thanks.

Rex, the concierge has mail, would you mind?

If Redl brings in his lawyer, we haven't got a chance.

On the other hand we have Tritscher's confession.

His motive was a fantasy,

but the poor guy tried to blow himself up.

And we have the petrol traces on her neck.

There's also Redl, but he denies everything.

But his alibi is wobbly.

There are witnesses

who saw him enter the gym at 9 and leave at 11.

But for those two hours there are no witnesses.

Everyone was watching soccer. He'll say he was in the sauna.

It doesn't look good.

Thanks.

From Weiring.

It's the phone call.

Dr Weiring, Vogler here. It's starting.

The light in the front yard, suddenly went out.

Someone's out there, I 'm sure.

I can't stand it much longer.

What else will he come up with?

My nerves can't take it. He does it because I'm a woman.

Do men think women are dirt to be walked on?

That we swallow the lot and eventually give in?

Well, not me!

Rewind it.

Allow the lot and eventually give in?

Well, not me!

Did you hear that?

He was there. Yes, he was.

This is our witness. Rescued by Rex.

All he needs now is to talk.

Rex will speak for him.

You think Dr Graf should look at our little vagrant?

Yes?

Hello there.

Hello.

- What's up? - Well, it's Rex.

He wants you to look at his friend.

What do you want me to do? I'm not a vet.

You'll have to ask Rex that.

Ketchup.

What?

Ketchup, exactly.

The fur, the fur near the muzzle.

You mean this dried bit?

Well, yes, it could be blood.

Yes, it could indeed be blood.

Thank God, no one's given him a bath yet.

A bath? Now I understand.

Rex... You've done all the right things!

Now I understand. Now we have proof.

You'll be delighted. It's a gem. Top location.

And not cheap either.

This is where we could put the nursery later.

Would you excuse me?

Who have we got here?

You nearly spoilt it for me.

Call your dog back, please!

Rex, come.

Yes, everything's fine.

Now he can renovate cells.

But will he find a buyer for them?

What shall we do with the little vagrant?

We could put an ad in the paper.

Alfons is going back to the country.

I just gave him a bath, after all.