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INSPECTOR REX

DEADLY SEDUCTlON

May I photograph you?

That depends.

On what?

Nothing's for free. Perhaps you'll publish them.

I take photos for private purposes.

And for very private ones I wouldn't mind paying.

All right then.

I wanted pictures with different backgrounds.

You must know places in the city.

We could get to know each other.

Fine.

I'll have to pay the bill.

Let me do that.

For you.

Perhaps you'd agree to be my guide.

I must get back.

I'm on my lunchbreak.

I work in a boutique. Till I find something better.

- The pay is lousy. - I understand.

We can all do with a little side job.

Shall we meet tonight?

- When do you finish? - At 6 p.m.

I'm at the Palais Hotel, room No. 420. Right?

Fine.

Tell me,

where could I photograph other great guys like you?

Perhaps in the Volksgarten, 5 minutes from here.

But only pictures... you already have a date.

- May I photograph you? - Leave me alone.

Sorry.

- May I photograph you? - Why not? If you enjoy it.

Thank you.

Now, Rex.

These are the last boxes.

Apart from the very big ones. And the furniture.

And we can move in.

That's too heavy. Just keep guard, okay?

Mr Moser?

Mr Moser.

Good morning.

- What a surprise! - I saw your car and stopped by.

I see Rex closed all the doors.

As you know, he's jealous.

Does he have reason to be?

As we know, dogs sense it when there's...

Do come in.

I've only ever seen the house in passing.

- It looks cosy. - It is, too.

- Come inside. - I'm due at the surgery.

How's Rex?

So well I don't come to see you any more.

- What about that dinner? - Not my fault.

Not mine either. It's just been so busy.

My colleague's on holiday.

Rex, come on.

Rex, go and play in the yard.

- What do you actually do? - Me? Why?

I see. Well, l... I'm a police officer.

So you always carry a pistol?

I was dropping off some stuff on my way to work.

- Police, eh? - Yes.

You're always on duty, you can never relax

and the phone rings twenty-four hours a day.

That's prejudice. My private life is normal.

Let me take you out to breakfast.

We'll do a proper dinner later on.

- Nothing important. - I'd have time for coffee.

Yes? What's up, Stocki?

Sorry.

Where?

Which hotel? All right, I'm coming.

Breakfast is off.

Policemen are never there when you need them.

Don't complain. I didn't kill him.

If H�llerer were here you could have come later.

But it was you who rang me, you!

And I missed out on a date with a lovely lady.

- Rex helped too. - Exactly.

- What? - Nothing.

So what do you know?

A hotel guest was robbed and stabbed.

Room service found him this morning.

- Who was he? - Bernd Holzmann.

He'd been here 3 days. A German.

Don't be surprised. Graf's in a bad mood.

No, Rex. You stay outside.

I repeat. I'm Dr Graf and I expect his call.

- Thanks. - Hi, Leo.

Hi, Richard. The body's there.

Well?

There's not very much unfortunately.

The man was stabbed in the early evening

between 4 and 6 p.m.

with a letter opener.

The ones they have in hotels.

You can overdo service.

A crime of passion?

I can only tell you more about the murder

after examining the incisions.

He was violently stabbed several times.

The blade was pushed up to...

Could you give us just a few more gory details?

Right... the man was stabbed six times and fought back,

as the injuries on the palms of his hands show.

The room wasn't only ransacked.

Traces of a struggle lead from the entrance right into this room.

It's possible that the killer was hurt as well.

But first I need the body for autopsy.

Have a nice day, gentlemen.

- Have a nice day. - Sure.

- What's with him? - They towed his car away.

I see. Shall we start?

How are things?

Nothing of value is missing.

But someone tore the film out of this camera.

The clasp is badly damaged.

Fingerprints?

Lots. We'll check them against those of staff.

Clever. Fine.

Did Holzmann make any calls?

Abroad, or locally?

Are there any accounts?

I'll get you a switchboard print-out.

Listen, my shift ended two hours ago.

If you've finished, I'd like to go home.

We won't keep you much longer.

Did you see the dead man with anyone?

No. As far as I know he was always on his own.

Did anyone ask for Mr Holzmann or go to his room?

Not while I was on duty.

Did you see anyone behaving strangely between 4 and 6 p.m.?

Did anyone try to leave unnoticed?

Any idea what our lobby is like in the daytime?

Anyone calm would stand out.

Two busloads arrived during that time.

Did Holzmann talk to other guests?

For instance at breakfast.

He always ordered breakfast in his room.

Did anyone speak to Mr Holzmann?

Did he want information, a booking, anything?

Yes... he always carried photographic equipment.

- He asked about a photo shop. - Well?

I told him about the one around the corner.

- Here we go. - Thanks.

Hello.

I'm looking for the photos of a certain Mr Holzmann.

Holzmann...

Yes, he did give us two films yesterday.

- Do you have the ticket? - No.

- But I do have this. - I see.

That's different.

Someone came this morning to get them.

He did have a ticket.

- Did you give them to him? - They weren't ready.

I asked him to come back later.

How did he look?

About 25, auburn hair, well dressed...

There he is.

Come out with your hands up.

I've got time.

Or shall I send the dog in for you?

You wanted the photos. Shall we get them?

The murder victim took these photos of you.

First at the cafe,

then you went to the old city to be photographed.

- I didn't kill him. - You were in his room.

Or you wouldn't have the ticket.

What about a confession? It could reduce your sentence.

I won't say another word.

Who cares?

We can keep you in custody because of the evidence.

Listen, Meixner.

We received info from Germany that he was wealthy

and moved in gay circles.

He probably picked you up and invited you to the hotel.

You reject his advances

which leads to a fight, and you kill him.

These things happen.

It doesn't look good.

Not good at all.

All right, I'll have Mr Meixner taken to a cell.

No.

I don't want to go to jail.

I was in his room.

That's better.

Just tell us what happened.

He was dead. The place had been ransacked.

I knew I'd be a suspect if you found the photos.

Where did you find the ticket?

In his wallet. It was lying on the sideboard.

Well, Mr Meixner, let's start again.

I was at the cafe in my lunchbreak.

He asked if he could photograph me.

- I agreed to it. - Did he offer to pay?

Yes.

Well?

He told me he had his own company in Germany.

Something technical.

They make accessories for the car industry.

He invited me to the hotel that evening.

When you came to the room where was the camera?

On a chair next to him.

Someone had taken the film,

which made me think of the photos.

I hoped I wasn't on the stolen film.

After meeting him, you returned to your place of work?

Where you stayed until 6 p.m.?

Until five past six.

Then I went to the hotel.

When you said goodbye to him in the city

did he say where he planned to go?

He asked where he could photograph men.

I sent him to the Volksgarten.

The report said Holzmann died at 5, not 6 p.m.

That gives Meixner a sound alibi.

He didn't do it.

He's an anxious guy. He found the body.

And only thought of the photos.

We found nothing at Meixner's place either.

The neighbours say he's nice and polite.

And that men visit him.

Holzmann photographed other men here.

It was his way of picking up men.

Something happened here which led to the murder.

Holzmann could have picked someone up.

One of us should watch this place.

H�llerer is on holidays and we're busy.

Who's going to sit in a park all day?

I know who would.

What am I looking for?

It's completely out of the question.

I may be a pensioner,

but I'm not spending the rest of my life on a park bench.

We're talking about two or three days.

- We only have you, Max. - You expect self-sacrifice?

You know very well...

I've given up playing cops and robbers.

What about the files with unsolved cases?

I can read them at leisure,

and be glad I don't have to solve them.

What more do I want? Life is exciting enough.

- What's exiting about your life? - Look at that goulash.

When I eat it, I'll get mad cow disease or swine fever, or both.

Life is as dangerous as a plate of goulash.

But it still tastes nice.

Order your own. I only ever share with Rex.

Come here, come on.

It's too spicy for him.

- Sorry, I invited him. - Rex, down.

Rex, stop it now.

Rex, that's it now.

Rex, cut it out. Stop it...

Hey, keep pulling.

Max, please.

It's natural for an older man to be with his dog.

In the Volksgarten. And you'll have Rex.

Stop trying. I just won't do it.

So you'll sit here and philosophise about goulash?

Max, please.

No!

Wild horses wouldn't drag me there.

I really don't need this.

It's not about you, Rex, no way.

It's your master.

He talks and talks...

He talks endlessly until I give in...

to this kind of nonsense.

And here we are.

We're sitting here for no reason at all.

Do you see anything suspicious?

I don't.

It won't work, unfortunately. What can I do?

I'll eat at the office.

She shouldn't be mad... best regards and...

- A kiss. - What?

You won't get anything like this at home.

How did you get Koch to be at the Volksgarten?

Same as always. I told him it was the last time.

That I'd never ask him again.

You could think of something else.

But it worked.

He wanted Rex for a few days.

What matters is someone's there.

There's Richard for you...

We were here yesterday. Nothing happened.

It will be the same today for sure.

Let's sit down here.

Come on.

Have a piece.

Before Richard gets here.

You don't like it? Clever dog.

Probably not all that healthy.

Don't get upset, Rex, that's how it is.

There are other dogs in a park.

But I don't know why I'm here.

I sent the Vice Squad Holzmann's photos.

They should check out the gay bars.

If Holzmann used photography to pick up guys,

he didn't need to use the gay scene.

He wanted high-class pros or amateurs.

- Forensics said... - Excuse me.

Mail from ltaly. We found it on our desk.

- A card from H�llerer. - Read it.

Dear colleagues, greetings from Venice.

Went for a day tour to Venice yesterday

and walked around the port.

I was about to photograph a ship...

when two carabinieri came up,

started acting tough and wanted to arrest me.

Apparently they were in the right.

I had no idea you couldn't photograph naval vessels.

He's a child.

Maybe Holzmann photographed things he shouldn't.

The killer, sure.

Not a person, a situation perhaps.

Maybe he caught something on film.

That's enough.

Come on, come now.

In that file perhaps?

No record of violence.

That's yours.

Yes? Moser here.

Hi, Leo. What's new?

Very good.

What?

Are you quite sure?

Thank you, Leo. Goodbye.

Forensics found some hair which isn't the dead man's.

There. It must be Meixner's. We've got him.

No, we haven't. It's a woman's hair.

Anything new?

I'm not sure.

Rex has noticed something.

He's been growling for days at a lad with a dog.

Why?

The same thing happened with another dog.

Look, it's that dog. Here he comes.

Know what they're doing?

They're dealing, right here.

With the dogs? Why go to such lengths?

- As a cover-up? - Yes!

The dealer takes his dog to the park.

The drugs are hidden under the dog's collar.

That's why Rex was so restless.

Now I understand.

The customer joins the dealer on the bench,

gives him the money, goes to the dog,

and takes the drug from under its collar.

If the police show the dealer's clean.

That's why they keep coming and going.

They must have a supply nearby.

It all looks highly organised.

And why don't you question them?

The Vice Squad will.

The hair in the room was a woman's.

Our killer's a woman.

The Vice Squad knows them but couldn't prove anything.

The dog trick is new to them.

Here are the photos.

There. He seemed familiar.

Holzmann took his photo in the park.

Perhaps we'll find another one.

Good old Charlie has a record for assault, intimidation and drugs.

- Real name, Monika Schneider. - Bingo.

Stockinger.

Got her.

Slow down.

If she really killed Holzmann,

she won't be back at the park for a while.

Where else could we find her? There's no address.

We'll do what she does.

Rex, we have work to do.

It's beyond me.

- Got anything? - It costs more, very good stuff.

- How much? - 1 200.

I'll have to see if I've got enough.

Why won't it work? The dog's in position. Stocki?

Do it yourself if you can't wait.

If you keep interrupting, nothing will happen.

- Is this the right button? - Be quiet.

I need to concentrate.

Here, 1 200.

It's working.

Okay. You know where to pick it up.

I'll be back tomorrow, same time.

The deal's been done.

Now he'll get it from the dog.

There, now we have proof they're dealing.

Arrest them and ask for Charlie.

- Wait a bit. - What?

Another one comes after they restock the collar.

I need a fix.

Dearer than last time.

It's top quality.

- How much? - 1 1 00.

I owe you a hundred.

The dog's down there.

I'm calling Vice.

Not yet, Stocki. Charlie might contact them.

Keep alert, Stocki, keep alert.

Eat, Richard, eat.

The Volksgarten with its clean alleys is now a park.

A quiet place with cosy paths,

it offers relaxation in a busy city.

You don't say.

Astonishing.

Hi, Werner.

Are you mad? What are you doing here?

I need something.

Don't let me down.

I can't help you. It's your fault.

He didn't give me the film voluntarily.

I was at the hotel. I tried being nice.

I said we'd screw if he gave me the film.

He said no.

I tried to grab it. He attacked me.

The boss didn't want him killed. Piss off, Charlie.

Shit.

Charlie... I'm arresting you for the murder of Bernd Holzmann.

You went to his room, killed him and took the film.

- I'm saying nothing. - Why kill for a film?

- There must be another reason. - Then find it.

Look, here's my necktie.

Nice and quiet. Don't hurt me and I won't hurt you.

Why me?

Nice doggie, stay calm.

There's a good dog.

Here we go. That's it.

- Let's go now. - Bloody cop.

Take the lady, she's stubborn.

So's the dog. Good doggie.

Now, this way, very calm now.

- I want an ice-cream. - Get lost.

Look at this. Watch this, Stocki.

- Wait here. - What now?

- What's up? - I just want an ice-cream.

Well?

Vanilla for me, and chocolate for him.

He likes that a lot.

It's all right.

Just a little bit longer.

- What are you doing? - It's not his favourite.

He was really after this.

So this is where they stored the stuff.