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INSPECTOR REX

THREE SECONDS UNTlL DEATH Gerhard Marx, as in Karl Marx,

42, married, two children. Owner of two vegetable stalls.

He was shot at the Naschmarkt four days ago.

Rex, you're blocking the picture.

Come here.

Two shots?

From a distance of 9 metres. They faced each other.

We found eight millimetre cartridges nearby.

Was he, was he...

robbed?

Well...

It certainly wasn't robbery with murder.

His wallet had 4000 schillings in it,

credit cards... nothing was taken.

- Any enemies? - Allegedly none.

Family and employees say he was a good boss...

- A good family man. - A picture book story.

Excellent reputation, also with the bank.

But you feel that there's something...

no one talks about.

These market people act in solidarity,

they tell you nothing.

Don't look like that, they really stick together.

Look at this.

- Thanks. Who found him? - One of the vendors.

Just continue. Here he comes.

That's him. It's him!

We're off to the pub.

Marx was a regular, which lrina's husband didn't like.

- Did you talk to him? - He's taken his truck east.

We'll check him out when he gets back.

And this is lrina.

Very pretty.

Yes, even Stocki couldn't help noticing.

Really? You fancy her?

You're idiots.

Four frankfurts and two beers.

Goulash, a toasted sandwich, dumplings, three drinks.

- Toast, with or without mustard? - Without.

Don't work too hard, lrina.

Hello.

- Hi, Werner, back home again? - Just got back.

Irina, quickly.

Gredl gets back, and she forgets about us.

What's the matter, Werner?

Gredl here. I'll come over later, Mr Trauner.

Did you drive all the way?

I thought you wouldn't be back till tomorrow.

Get your coat. I have to go out again.

I can't leave yet. The pub's full.

- But we have to go. - What is it?

I have something to do before we go to the airport.

- Werner! - I'll get the car. Hurry...

Tell Monika you'll be back soon.

Palo?

- Hey, what do you want? - You know what.

- I said it wasn't me. - We don't believe you.

Palo, don't do this.

Tell us the truth. Now!

Talk. Tell us the truth!

Shit, he's dead.

Monika, I'll be back in a second.

I'll hurry.

The key to the cash register.

Hey, lrina, you can't go yet.

When it's so cosy...

We need you here. I need you.

Get lost.

Goodbye.

A man's lying out there. Call an ambulance! The police!

Where is she? Who?

Really? We'll be there.

- What's up? - Another body at the markets.

- Guess who it is this time? - Well?

Werner Gredl, lrina's husband.

I had a gut feeling lrina was involved.

Your gut...

- It could be something else. - I'll say one thing.

Two murders in four days...

The only link between them is lrina.

The only link... it might involve lrina, or it might not.

Perhaps in retaliation for the first murder.

What won't they tell us this time?

You look dreadful.

H"llerer, I need your car, it suits a labourer.

What labourer?

You said they don't tell the police anything.

Perhaps someone neutral will hear things.

The only thing you'll pick up is pneumonia.

Go back to bed and we'll suss it out.

Let him. It's his flu.

People might tell him things because he looks so pitiful.

Fine.

Rex, now...

Rex, listen.

Stay with Stocki, and when we meet,

you don't greet me.

I'll be there incognito, got it?

No? Well, who cares?

Do not recognise. Do not recognise!

Fine, you got it.

Wait...

What if he jumps up on you and blows your cover?

What can we do? Let's just say "vet".

"Vet"?

This time you're in the back.

Let's go.

What's up? Rex, back in the car.

He was locked up for a week. He's as bored as Richard.

Bored?

If he'd worked less, Sonia wouldn't have gone to the US,

and his guilt wouldn't have triggered bronchitis.

I'd like to see you if your wife left you.

Excuse me, may l?

Evening.

- Evening, gentlemen. - Hello, Doctor.

Well Rex, has your master recovered?

No, he hasn't. He wants to go undercover.

If he appears, ignore him.

- I'll tell the others. - Please do.

Left lower shin bone, left hand and rib fractures,

but death was caused by a fracture to his neck...

Broken as he was flung against the edge.

Because of the fractures

I assume the weapon was a long, thick object.

More details tomorrow, not before noon though.

Night, gentlemen.

- An iron bar? - What?

An iron bar?

Yes, or something similar.

Vet...

Vet, vet...

That's good. That's the way. No, no...

You're keeping me from my work.

Find someone else to...

Hi, Rex. What are you up to?

Search.

Good dog.

Search.

Can I have a coffee?

Yes.

Evening.

It's mad out there. Police everywhere...

And he was her husband?

That's awful.

You can say that again.

Is there anyone to look after her?

No.

It's tough on your own.

She's had bad luck.

She was kept in Russia,

then he was off in his truck.

- For a transport company? - It was his truck.

- He'd just got back. - Monika.

Please stop.

Irina, won't you go home? I'll close up.

No. The police said I should wait here.

- Not very nice, eh? - No.

To keep someone waiting...

- And? - No fingerprints.

- Wiped off? - Probably wore gloves.

Stockinger, what's Rex up to?

Come on, please stay here.

Come here, now come on.

Oh God...

How did I deserve this? Let's go now.

What's going on?

What's up with the can?

Want me to take it with me? Take it?

Okay, here's the can. Feel better now?

Rex, come and sit.

Well?

You asked me all this a few days ago...

when Marx was murdered.

Sorry, but I have to do it. Did your husband have enemies?

Was there a quarrel, suspicious phone calls?

I don't know.

Neither do l. You were married to him.

Your husband was supposedly jealous.

I don't know.

Well, Mrs Gredl...

You're bored, aren't you, Rex?

Look at this.

Please excuse me, Mrs Gredl.

This notice of theft says

that your husband's truck with its load

was stolen this afternoon.

Didn't he tell you about it?

Isn't that odd?

Marx left your pub four days ago and was murdered.

And now, your husband.

I can't help you.

Sorry...

Come now, Rex. He's gone again. Rex!

No one will dare to go to the markets now.

- What will lrina do? - She can't manage the pub.

What will you do now that your boss has been killed?

Well, if Marx has carked it, I mean if he's dead...

That doesn't mean the stall will be sold.

- Do you have work for me? - What work?

I don't care what. It needn't be registered.

Why? Got problems?

It's my ex.

Threw me out, and now wants maintenance.

Typical.

If lrina doesn't close down, she'll need someone.

Say what you like about me, but I'm a good worker.

- Who is this? - My condolences.

So you won't think you're alone...

If you have things to tell, do it soon.

- Where to? - Put it here.

Hurry it up, please.

What's up?

He's a bit stressed because of business.

The boss died.

Why? Isn't that Mrs Marx's problem?

- He wants to take over. - I see.

- And Marx didn't want to sell? - Of course not, he...

Karli...

Go to the other stall and help out.

The other one.

What have you done to Rex?

He's totally exhausted.

And I can tell you why.

He paced back and forth all night.

Until my wife threw us out.

It's not funny sleeping on a sofa with a sad dog

who howls, expecting Richard to fetch him.

Well, take it.

Okay, but I won't change my mind.

Irina is the reason for all this.

Marx was always with her. Perhaps something...

went on.

- Stocki... - And Gredl found out.

But Gredl wasn't in Vienna when Marx was killed.

He might have hired someone.

And when money came into it, there were problems.

Marx was shot and Gredl bashed to death.

It looks like revenge.

I'd like to know where this stolen truck fits in.

A cab please, right now.

Hello, Mrs Novak. May l?

- Thank you. - How are you?

I haven't seen you for ages.

I'm all right, but my legs... They won't last much longer.

I visited my grandson in the country.

But I found it was almost too much.

The children were running around me...

They really were a bit of a nuisance.

If there's never any peace or quiet,

I don't like it.

I was relieved to be back home.

Children don't notice these things.

To the airport. Please hurry, I'm late.

Are you totally mad? Go away, you idiot.

- Get lost. - It's okay.

Not much from Dr Graf.

It looks as if there are two suspects.

One thing's sure. The iron bars were the murder weapon.

No, not again.

It's not my fault that Richard isn't here.

What? Really?

Look, after lunch. But not now.

May I do some work?

So you're enjoying this?

1 7 Lassall Square.

Fine. Thanks, mate.

They found Gredl's truck in the suburbs.

Broken into, empty.

What was it carrying?

Would you believe potatoes?

Who would steal a load of potatoes?

What would you like, ladies? Fresh tomatoes, peppers?

- Thank you. - Look at that.

Fresh tomatoes, carrots...

Celery... what can I do for the gentleman?

We have new potatoes.

I might have a kilo of those.

I'm cooking for a friend.

He's sick.

- What's wrong with him? - Nothing special.

He suffers from stupidity.

He got up too soon,

despite still being ill.

By now he's probably got pneumonia.

Would you like someone to take this to the car?

Amazing. You read my mind.

Actually I have a bad back.

Boss! Back in a second.

You're beyond help. Don't you have bronchitis?

I feel great.

See those guys in front of the pub?

Could you distract them?

Yes.

Sorry, do you know where Kunert Lane is?

Kunert Lane...

- No understand. - I see.

My wife said

there's a haberdashery...

My wife's a seamstress.

- No understand. - Kunert Lane, well...

Maybe it's another name.

I wrote it down, I mean, my wife did.

But I haven't got my reading glasses.

Would you be so kind as to read this out to me?

Please, gentlemen, Kunert Lane, yes?

- Yes. - Not here, there.

It's there somewhere.

- Yes. - Sure. Something else.

Another question.

See what I have here?

Explosives.

If I don't get the load by 5 tonight,

your pub will explode,

you with it.

You pig, you dirty pig.

You made the wrong choice with Gredl.

Hey, what's up with you?

Stop. Please go.

Not yet.

What's wrong? Should I call the police?

Tonight at 5, okay?

I'll get to you later.

- Can I help? - Please go.

- When was the truck found? - An hour ago.

And what's this?

I have no idea. I just told him to search.

But what's this? Only Richard would know.

He must be giving us a signal.

That's odd. He's never done it before.

- Stocki? - Finally.

Gredl's truck was found, broken into and empty.

He must have smuggled weapons or explosives.

How do you know that if the truck was empty?

You'd like to know, eh? Rex was there when we checked.

He took three steps back, sat and started to bark.

I had no idea what that meant.

But the dog trainers said it meant explosives.

That's my dog.

Irina's been threatened by foreigners.

I don't know what they want.

But when you were here,

did you notice a guy, about 35 years old,

Ieather jacket, brown jumper, crew cut?

You're sacked.

Richard... are you there, Richard?

- Piss off, or... - Or?

I'll suffer Marx's fate, eh?

That's none of your business.

- Will you get the stall? - You'll see what you get

for sniffing around our business.

Really?

What?

Piss off.

Richard thinks I should remember some guy from the markets.

What shall we do?

Wait.

Where's the video of Gredl's murder?

In the top drawer on the left.

This is the Trauner lmport/Export Company.

Please leave a message after the signal.

Mr Trauner?

Is anyone there?

Mr Trauner?

Mr Trauner?

I didn't do it. My name is Moser.

I'm from the police. Some men followed you.

I did nothing.

I believe you. Your husband smuggled in explosives.

The truck was supposedly stolen,

your husband murdered, you threatened.

Why are you here?

When I met my husband,

I couldn't leave Russia. I worked at a truckstop.

We got married.

We waited three years for my exit permit.

And then it was refused.

So we asked Palo if he could help.

Palo?

He's with the Mafia and he supplied the truckstop.

He got false papers for me.

In return, my husband was to take things to the West.

- Explosives. - And arms too.

At first only small stuff, here and there.

Then the deliveries increased,

and then Palo suddenly came to Vienna.

And he and his men took over here.

What was it all about?

- Protection money. - Protection...

Marx?

Palo demanded money from Marx.

Marx refused to pay,

so he murdered him.

My husband wanted to leave and go far away.

He suggested Australia, but we had no money.

It's all in the pub.

So he tried to sell the load.

Just before he was murdered,

he phoned Palo.

He wanted to see him on the way to the airport.

Do you know where the load is?

I don't.

Maybe he hid it at the parking lot

where he normally parked the truck.

- Where's that? - I don't know the name.

But if I go there, I'll recognise it.

Let's find the street.

I must find the load by 5 or Palo will kill me.

We don't have much time then.

Listen to me.

Now!

Do you have the keys?

Come up.

Nothing here.

Where else could they be?

If there was no space here,

my husband sometimes used a friend's warehouse.

Perhaps he hid something there.

It must be near here.

Think you can find it?

I was only there once. Let's look for it.

Stocki, I'm at a warehouse in Huegel Lane with lrina.

We've found nothing.

Possibly somewhere else, nearby.

We'll continue on foot.

We now know who you were asking about.

He was on the video of Gredl's murder.

And Rex supplied us with the fingerprints.

His name's lgor Werthoff, called Palo,

former Afghanistan fighter, member of an elite unit,

explosives specialist, hired Mafia killer in Moscow.

Be careful, the guy is dangerous.

That's what lnterpol says too.

If we find the arms, lrina goes to a safe place.

I'll tell the Russians and you arrest them.

I'll be in touch.

Palo? Yes, this is Boris.

They're close to Gredl's stash site.

It was here somewhere beneath the trains.

- On the other side perhaps? - Maybe further down.

They're after us.

Stop, or you're dead.

- What do you want? - Shut up.

Stay calm, lrina. Stay calm.

You'd better shut your trap.

I can't get Richard. Something's wrong.

- Let's go to Huegel Lane. - I hope nothing's up.

Slowly, Rex.

From now on we look together.

Dispose of him, Boris.

Then I won't talk.

I see. So he's your lover?

It's none of your business.

So you don't care that your hubby's gone?

What a pity. Yet again you've made the wrong choice.

Always on the losing side.

- Where are the weapons? - Not far from here.

Remove the cars and get the truck.

- First spot. - Pray they're there.

You pray they're there.

- The key. - Hey, leave her in peace.

I have no key. My husband had it.

Shoot the lock open.

If your hubby hadn't lied, it would have been simple.

Hiding behind Trauner didn't save him from punishment.

And it didn't save Trauner. No one betrays us.

It should be up there.

Sergei.

Find Richard. Where's Richard?

Where is he?

Find him.

At least let her go.

You'll blow up the whole light rail system.

So you understand we mean business.

Palo!

- Richard! - You're too late.

There's a bomb with a timer somewhere.

We have a bomb here.

- Evacuate the area. - Not now, Rex.

Look for the bomb, the bomb!

Find the bomb.

H"llerer, what now?

- Keep your hands still. - What are you doing?

Maybe my keys could work.

- They're Russian handcuffs. - Keep still.

Rex, search!

That's what I thought.

Damn it. Have you found it yet?

I once did a course during training.

If Palo ever gets out again, he'll be grey.

But I'm glad I can get away from here.

Here's the ticket and the passport.

Katarina Manhardt.

It's a nice name for a new beginning.

Thank you for everything.

So the protection racket at the Naschmarkt is now over.

We wouldn't be here if it weren't for your dog.

Yes... Rex.