All language subtitles for Kommissar Rex S02E05 Der maskierte Tod

INSPECTOR REX

DEATH WEARS A MASK

Christine will be there soon.

How are you, madam?

Just ten more minutes.

Damn.

Rex, get me my gloves.
They're in the shed.

This is only one.
Where's the other one?

How often have I told you

not to chew
gloves, slippers or towels?

Moving stressed me too,
but I don't wreck your stuff.

What an idiot.
As if I'd ever hurt you.

Moser.

Hi, Richard. It's me.

What are you doing?
Okay.

We have a suspected murder
in a beauty salon.

The police physician
isn't sure when and how.

Yes, I have asked Dr Graf
to attend.

What? I have no idea
if that's right.

Go there.
1 st District, 1 1 Hof Lane.

Yes, bye.

We were close friends.

We always came here
together.

Was Mrs Hofner ill?

Was it cardiovascular collapse?
The treatment could trigger it.

No, Renate was quite healthy.

That's why the police
should investigate.

I don't think it was an accident,
or that we're responsible.

I might as well close up shop.

What's up with you?
A cold?

It could be the Oil of Nepal.
My dog is allergic to it too.

Morning.

Hi, Leo.

Sorry,
but my car's at the garage.

H�llerer kindly came
to pick me up.

We got stuck in a traffic jam
at a construction site.

I must go.
I'll see you at the office.

Can I be of use?

I see.

Well... no external injuries
to the head.

Of course it could also be...

It could be heart failure

due to coronary occlusion.

Her friend
said she was healthy.

There are no bruises
on the neck

and the larynx
seems to be all right.

Look at this.

Specks of blood
in the eyes and conjunctiva.

Strangulation can cause that.

But there's no sign of that.

The autopsy
will give you details.

Death was probably caused
by asphyxiation.

Natural or foreign influence?

I think someone caused it,
made it happen.

Mrs Wielke,
please come to my office.

- Please have a seat.
- Thanks.

I know you told my colleague

but can you now tell me
what happened at the salon?

Yes.

Well, Renate and l

arrived there
about 1 0 o'clock.

And Renate
was in her cubicle,

while I was in
the relaxation room.

Were you alone
or with someone?

No, alone.

Until Mrs Stadler fetched me
and...

told me something had happened
to Renate.

- Mrs Ofner was divorced.
- Yes.

For some years.

Her ex-husband had
a soft drink wholesale business.

- You run a champagne house.
- I own it.

Sorry.

I've run it
since my husband died.

- What did she live off?
- She didn't need to work.

Her ex
paid her maintenance.

I see.

- A lot?
- Quite a lot.

But he has enough money.

Are you suggesting...

You can't...

Was anyone else
in Mrs Ofner's life?

Friends, acquaintances?

If by friend
you mean a lover, no.

So no one had a motive.

Everyone liked Renate.
She had no enemies.

I doubt that.

But if she was killed,

someone must have known
her habits.

We were the best of friends.

That's all.

I have to go now.
The company...

- We'll talk again.
- You know how to reach me.

Goodbye, Mrs Wielke.
What's with her?

What was I saying?

Two clients left
before the body was found.

One of them saw a woman

who possibly came out
of Ofner's cubicle.

What did she look like?

Like all the others.

White coat, white turban,
white face mask.

Wielke says she was
in the relaxation room.

But she could have
gone to the cubicle,

killed Ofner
and gone back again.

And her motive?

Ofner must have been killed

by someone
who knew she'd be there.

No one goes to a salon

to kill someone at random.

And someone made it look like
a natural death or an accident.

No tracks, no gun,
no nothing.

The whole thing was planned,
I tell you.

Let me tell you, Mrs Ofner's
apartment is a dream.

A penthouse
overlooking the city.

I'd like that.

- Did you check inside?
- Nothing special there.

But it was found,
from notes she'd written,

that she'd met up
with a Mr Baumann.

Well... who is he?

I heard a bit from a neighbour

who saw me
leaving the flat with the box.

- Did she ring the police?
- I showed her my lD.

The nice old lady
then opened the door

and told me that Mr Baumann
visited Ofner regularly.

- He picked her up.
- Wielke must have known.

But she said that her best friend
had no boyfriend.

She did. And who do you think
this Baumann is?

The lawyer
who did her divorce.

Leo...

How are things?

Well, she was murdered.
I was right.

She suffocated through closure
of her respiratory organs.

Can you explain that to me
using layman's terms?

Yes, I can.

The woman was defenceless.

The killer
only had to make sure

that the victim wouldn't
utter a sound during the attack.

A cloth over the face,
or what?

Come with me
and I'll show you.

Look at it.

- Do you see it?
- I don't.

Come on.

- Now, perhaps?
- Looks like a fabric fibre.

But it's leather.
The victim inhaled it.

So I assume
the woman's airways

were covered
by a leather object.

Did you analyse it?

The leather shows tiny traces
of wear and tear.

So it's a commonly used object.

Made of leather...
For instance?

How would I know?

- Cloths, or gloves, or...
- Exactly.

And if they were thick gloves,

they even muffled the sound.

What's the matter with him?

- Why's he so nervous?
- Quiet.

- Franz, I won't go riding.
- Fine, madam.

He's always so nervous.

Hello, Mum.

Are you all right?

Something awful
has happened.

Renate is dead.

Renate is dead?
That can't be.

She's dead, she's dead.

She was found dead
in her cubicle,

in the beauty salon
where we always...

I've just come from the police.

Why from the police?

Irene, that's the owner
of this salon,

she called them,

so that no one would think
that the treatment

caused Renate's death.

- What did they say?
- They questioned me.

They believe
Renate was murdered.

But that's absurd.

Can I get you anything?

Make me a hot cup of tea.

Rex, you'd better stay here.

Here's your tea, Mum.

This will do you good.

He's from the police.

I wonder what he wants now.

If he bothers you,
complain about him.

That's precisely what I'll do.

- I'll speak to him alone.
- I'm off.

Sasha...
do you need money?

Always.

Yes?

Sorry to bother you, but...

- Some new developments.
- Come in.

I haven't much time.

A happier world.

Yes. Perhaps.

We now know
your friend was murdered.

Suffocated.

Allegedly by a woman

who was seen
leaving her cubicle.

Piss off, you mongrel.

You were relaxing,
but there are no witnesses.

But the person who was seen,

who left Mrs Ofner's cubicle,
was dressed like you.

How dare you suspect me?

The murderer knew Mrs Ofner
was at the salon,

she could move around
inconspicuously,

and there's normally a link
between killer and victim.

What is it? Can I help?

Asthma.

Bag...

Shall I call a doctor?

Are you all right?

I've had this for years.

No one had a motive
to kill Renate.

I knew her very well.

Who really knows anyone?

- Hello. Am I interrupting?
- No, this is...

Mr Moser, Crime Squad.

My name is Baumann.
I'm Mrs Wielke's lawyer.

Is this about
the death of Renate Ofner?

- You did Mrs Ofner's divorce?
- Yes, I did.

It wasn't very easy,
but Renate did pretty well.

And you had private dealings
with Mrs Ofner?

That was years ago.
Why mention it?

How did you know
Mrs Ofner was dead?

Karla, I mean Mrs Wielke,
rang me.

I did.

Mr Baumann and l
have a business meeting.

You'll have to excuse us.

I'd like to speak with you.

- My office at 1 0 a.m?
- Sorry, I have a meeting.

- What about 1 0.45 a.m?
- That's fine.

What's up? You act like
I've been away for three weeks.

What is it?

Hey, let go of me.
Where are you taking me?

Someone rode a motorcycle,
so what?

So he headed straight for you?

You got out of the way.
Why didn't you say so?

Come along now.

We'll have to have a word
with Mrs Wielke.

Impossible.
It can't just be gone.

- What can't?
- My ham roll.

You ate it
and forgot that you ate it.

If I had, I'd have a stomach ache,
but I don't.

Soon.

Could there be a black hole
where my ham rolls...

- H�llerer...
- Why look at me?

Hey, where did you come from?

Well, he just ran ahead of me.

- What's new?
- Look at this.

A ham roll.
And where's the ham?

- You ate it.
- I don't find it funny.

Relax, Stocki, here we go.

Have you checked
Mrs Ofner's ex?

Yes,
he has a cast-iron alibi.

But H�llerer found something.
Right?

Yes. Among her things
were copies of letters

she'd written to Mr Baumann.

- She threatened him.
- Threatened him? With what?

She says
if he were to leave her,

she'd reveal some of
his shady business deals.

- The latest was three weeks ago.
- What?

So they have been in contact
recently.

So Baumann had a motive.

But the killer was a woman.

Perhaps Wielke
was his accomplice.

Why her?

She was there,
she had the opportunity,

and no alibi.

And Baumann was with her.

So he's Wielke's lawyer
as well?

- Seems like it.
- But she has no motive.

Unless it was a favour
for Mr Baumann.

But would she kill
her best friend?

370, thanks.

Where's my tie now?

Rex, have you seen my tie?

Should I put it on?
Who cares.

Get the door.

Open the door.

Go on.

Hello, Rex.

You're right on time.

I was going to put on my tie.

It wouldn't have
suited your apron.

- I see.
- Rex doesn't seem happy.

That must be...
because I am delighted.

Come in.

You scared me.

No one sleeps
in my presence.

I'll remember that.

What if I had gone under?

I'd have watched you
gasping for air.

You deserve it.

I told you there was nothing
between me and Renate.

Now there isn't.

And never will be.

She was my best friend...

But she kept
some things from me.

Such as?

Such as you two
still seeing each other...

She asked me to represent her.

Anything else?

Renate didn't like me
talking about you.

And I am very jealous.

Did you tell Renate
we intend to get married?

No.

No one knows
other than us and Sasha.

I'm glad you agreed
to the prenuptial.

But that's a matter of course.

We must tell Sasha.
It's important.

He'll feel more secure.

I'll get him
more involved in the firm.

He must learn responsibility.

He's to take over the firm.

As soon as possible.

Come here.

Then we'll have more time
for each other.

Sasha said it's cool
we're getting married.

Yes, that's good.

Did you ever tell Renate
we were getting married?

I'm not mad.

Everyone already says
I'm after your money.

She wouldn't have liked it.

She wanted you too.

She didn't hear it from me,

and apart from that,
that file is closed now, isn't it?

Closed?

Rex, come here.

What's this silly jealousy?

Don't be jealous,
I won't take him away.

And I decide
who takes me away.

He's so clever,
he always does this.

Stop.

You said he must obey at work,
but at home he's free.

So he's free to send me flying.

Now go and make up with him.

Fine. Tomorrow.

He really is clever, your Rex.

Yes... and these
aren't his best tricks.

- I can't wait.
- That handbag...

- What?
- The bag.

What about it?

It's a professional question.
This bag...

- Is it common or rare?
- Rather rare and not cheap.

May l?

I'm not hung up on luxury,
but sometimes I spoil myself.

I work hard, too.

Would two girlfriends
buy the same bag?

Of course it happens,
but it's unlikely.

It's to do with
a murder in a beauty salon.

Two girlfriends
have a bag like this one.

They look identical
due to facial masks.

They could be mixed up.

Is the case solved
or will it be my shoes next?

Sorry, just an idea...

What happens with asthma?

Asthma?

Asthma is a respiratory attack.

You breathe in, the bronchi
seize up and you can't exhale,

which leads to symptoms
of asphyxiation.

Can you suffocate
during an attack?

Absolutely. Unless you
take measures immediately.

Sorry, I must make a call.
Someone's life is in danger.

Sorry to bother you so late,
Mrs Wielke, but it's urgent.

Mr Moser,
I can also ask my lawyer...

Yes, Renate and l
have the same handbag.

Why? We had the same taste
in everything.

What does it have to do
with Mrs Ofner's death?

What?

Mistaken identity?

Someone had...
tried to kill me?

The murder was made
to look like natural death.

You have asthma,
which can lead to asphyxiation.

Mrs Wielke...

Mrs Ofner was mistaken for you.

But that makes no sense at all.

No, I have no enemies!

No, not even female ones.

Yes, I will look after myself.

- Well?
- Renate was mistaken for me.

- I gathered that.
- What do you think?

It's total nonsense.
The police don't have a clue.

It was too good to be true.

So you do have time
for a private life after all?

We're still using our surnames.

I had to speed things up.

According to taxation,
Wielke Champagne Bottlers

is a strong business
making solid profits.

Mr Baumann
acts as the firm's lawyer.

A lucrative job.

But if Ofner
found something out,

he'd no longer be
the firm's lawyer.

Morning.

Must have been a long night.

Rather a short one.

And I found out that Wielke
was the intended victim.

What?

That negates all our theories.

We've found no motive yet
for Ofner's murder.

But if it was Wielke,

it makes sense
because of her asthma.

Had she suffocated,
it would have looked natural.

True, but must we now
start again from the beginning?

- What led you to this?
- Well, my vet.

She has the same handbag
as Wielke and Ofner.

I see. It was the vet
who visited you.

- Who says it was her?
- Come on, now.

Don't pretend.
The evidence is against you.

You're late,
you have a hangover,

Rex falls asleep...

He was trying
to interfere all night.

Confess, Mr Moser.

You're idiots.

Did something happen or not?

Well, something...

Well?

We're on first-name terms.
Will that do?

I think we're facing
a typical, obstinate Taurus.

No matter.

I'll check for Rex's paw marks
on the bedroom door.

Then I'll know everything.

- Gentlemen.
- Good morning.

Have a seat.

Please be brief.
My time is limited.

Is there anything urgent
at Wielke & Co?

- No. Why?
- You are their lawyer.

And you act as trustee
for some foundations.

Who will inherit the company
when Mrs Wielke dies?

Her son, Sasha, of course.

We know that a good lawyer
has some influence.

And knows his advantages.

And you are a good lawyer.

Are you suggesting

I wanted to murder Mrs Wielke?

No...

But things have...
changed.

If Mrs Wielke
was the intended victim,

we check everyone
who has a motive.

But I don't have one.

Then you'll have an alibi.

Where were you between
1 0 and 1 1 a.m. yesterday?

On the golf course.

The club's near the Prater.
Call them.

Someone would have seen me.

The Prater's
near the 1 st District.

Easy driving distance.

Is that so? But you forget
a woman committed the murder.

The eyewitness only saw
this person from behind.

Because she looked
like all the others there,

the witness thought
she saw a woman.

It could have been
a man in women's clothes.

This is impossible.

But all right. If you think
the killer was a man,

you might as well
consider Mrs Wielke's son.

We'll talk to him as well, sure.

How was Mrs Ofner
blackmailing you?

If Mrs Wielke was the target,
that's irrelevant.

Who knows? You could
have killed Mrs Ofner

because you didn't want
to lose Wielke's business.

You know I could
claim confidentiality.

I don't have to say anything.
But I did nothing.

I didn't kill Renate
or want to kill Mrs Wielke.

I'm now heading
an investment company...

Which cheated investors
out of their money.

But our concerns lie elsewhere.

- May I go?
- Please yourself.

We'll stay in touch.

Goodbye, sir.

H�llerer. I need someone
to do surveillance.

- He got hot under the collar.
- A certain Mr Baumann, lawyer.

I'll call by.

Maybe we should confront him
with the Ofner story again.

- You did well.
- Really?

You can really scare me,
you know.

Yes, it's Moser.
I need to speak to your son.

I see. Since when?

When will he be back?

I'd like to have a look
at his room.

Mrs Wielke,
it would be better to cooperate.

I'll explain it in person.
Thanks.

I'll go to the golf club
to check Baumann's alibi.

Sasha Wielke
went to ltaly yesterday.

For a short holiday.

I'll check out his room.

Rex, let's go.

Come on.
I'll get you some bones.

How about this, Rex?

Hello.

Well, did you find any evidence
against my son?

No, but I didn't expect to.

Tell your dog to leave the room.
Sasha doesn't like dogs.

My dog knows that.

We're done. Come on, Rex.

Come here,
or we'll really cop it.

The gloves.

The woman you saw
looked just like her.

- Yes.
- You're sure?

A bit shorter, perhaps.
But it could have been her.

Thanks, Mrs Stockinger.
Come out now.

But he's a man.

What? I see.

- Moser here.
- H�llerer, hi.

The leather fibre
Dr Graf found

belongs to the glove
you brought.

Wimmer is following
Mr Baumann,

and is heading for
the Wielke residence.

No idea where Wielke is.
Probably at home.

Stay.

- Hello. Where's Mrs Wielke?
- She's gone riding.

- Anything new?
- lndeed.

We believe
Renate Ofner's killer was a man.

Come, Patrick.

What is it?

Sasha!

Let go!

That was a short holiday.

A riding accident this time,

since you mistook Ofner
for your mother.

Sasha...

I won't have it taken from me.

- It belongs to me.
- Be quiet.

- The firm, the house...
- Be quiet.

You wanted to push me out.

- Dad wouldn't have allowed it.
- Don't.

Since he died,
you play the big boss.

And now the lawyer.
But not with me.

Everything was to be yours.

I made sure of that.