Kommissar Rex (Inspector Rex) (1994) s01e11 Episode Script

INSPECTOR REX DEADLY TEDDIES See? That's the teddy I want for my birthday.
- Wow!.
When's your birthday? - In two days.
Mine's in four months.
We'd better get to school.
But we've got ten more minutes.
I forgot to see how much the teddy bear is.
- Why? - Maybe I can get two presents.
Come.
I hope he's better soon.
Okay.
I'm already awake, thanks.
I see you've been shopping.
Let's see what you Rex, only you get ham rolls from the bakery.
Well? Where's the coffee? I didn't mean it.
Good dog.
This place is a mess.
Great, Rex.
Just tidy up a bit.
You can take that too.
Well done.
Wonderful.
Stop!.
Leave that folder there.
Fact File We may be at home, but we still have to work.
Probably the same explosive was used.
Most likely on a timer again.
No forced entry.
It was put there during business hours.
At least no one was killed this time.
Watch your step.
It was plastic explosive again.
And it's a Gurmann teddy bear, like in the department store.
I'll tell you more when I've had a closer look.
Bye.
First a department store, now a toy shop.
And the same brand of teddy bear each time.
The only reason would be to blackmail the manufacturer.
But no one has demanded money from Gurmann yet.
Then we'll ask if the neighbours saw anything.
Look.
We know that guy.
- Who? - The one with the hand.
We questioned him after the first bomb.
We'll ask what he's doing here.
You go left, I'll go right.
Where are we off to, Mr Bück? Yes? Your breakfast, Miss Gurmann.
I forgot to order orange juice.
Would you bring me some, freshly squeezed? At once.
It's me.
How do you know where I am? I want to talk to you.
- But I don't.
- Please, Diana.
And stop writing to me.
You'll go too far and there'll be a disaster.
Think about it or you'll be sorry.
You'll see me whether you like it or not.
Please, Diana, please.
Yes? Is someone with you? Who is it? I'm going to call the police.
It's over, Paul.
And stop threatening me.
Is everything okay, madam? Yes.
- Shall I clean that up? - Yes.
- It's me, Gerda.
- Oh The police just called again.
There's been another bomb.
God.
A toy shop in Dübling.
- Anyone injured? - Fortunately, no.
But maybe you should stay at the hotel a bit longer.
I'd much rather sleep at home.
I don't care if it's dangerous.
I'm coming to the factory now.
See you soon.
Bye.
If I wasn't suspicious enough the first time, why am I now? I live near the shop.
That's in my lD.
I heard about the explosion on the radio.
- Does that make me a suspect? - You know about explosives.
You were a Gurmann technician and were fired.
- That is suspicious.
- Miss Gurmann fired 1 5 others.
- So you don't like her? - Why should l? She sacked me.
Although old Gurmann promised to keep you after your accident.
- Is that true? - Yes.
Miss Gurmann's a tough businesswoman, eh? You're joking.
All she thinks about is men.
She's not interested in the business.
What happened to your hand? I told you last time.
My friend has a bad memory.
Tell him again.
- Thanks.
- You're welcome.
A few sskrockets exploded in the fireworks department.
- My right hand was blown off.
- Was it plastic explosive? No.
Then the whole factory would have gone up.
How did it happen? Carelessness? Greed.
Old Mr Gurmann bought the parts and the powder cheaply, somewhere in Asia.
Poor materials, because he wanted to make big bucks.
- Go on.
- What do you mean? Old Mr Gurmann died and the company was in trouble.
The new boss sacked half the staff.
Including you.
Miss Gurmann got the firm into trouble.
She took money out and never bothered to bring any in.
What exactly do you know about her? She only cares about pleasure.
A new man picked her up from work every day.
And at work? Was she involved with anyone? With Mr Steger.
But ask Miss Gurmann's secretary.
She knows more about it than I do.
Gerda Schültz? She won't say anything about Miss Gurmann.
Those two once had a real fight.
It was over a man.
But I don't know who.
Did you ever try to get another job? Who'd employ a mechanic without a right hand? You're not bad with your left hand, Mr Bück.
Taxi, please.
Morning, Rex.
Pretend I'm not here.
I might have known.
Stocki, leave Rex alone!.
Richard, tell your dog to let go of me.
What have you dragged in, Rex? You make me sound like an old bone.
- I've brought ham rolls.
- What? Let Stocki go at once.
If he brings food, we must be nice to him.
- How's the leg? - How do you think? I'm interested.
My leg was in plaster once.
- It itched like hell.
- Really? You try to scratch, but can't reach.
You try to ignore it, but it still itches.
It's hell.
Shut up or you'll be walking Rex.
Okay.
Well? Any news? That's why I'm here.
Another bomb attack.
- What? - In a toy shop in Dübling.
- Why wasn't I told earlier? - You're stuck in bed.
- Well? - Another Gurmann teddy bear.
- And? - I spoke to the secretary.
Miss Gurmann wasn't there, but her secretary said no one's demanded money yet.
Of course it could be a different motive.
- Anyone injured? - No.
Although the bomb was in a shop window near a school.
Kids often go there before school.
Unbelievable.
Did you check all the suspects from the last bombing again? People fired by Gurmann and so on.
One of them, a Paul Bück.
Hüllerer saw him there and we questioned him.
We got nothing out of him.
The guy who lost his hand in the explosion? Exactly.
There are others with a grudge against Gurmann.
- What makes you think that? - I do work all day, you know.
Toy and Fireworks Manufacture The first cancellations have arrived.
Someone wants to ruin the firm.
And me.
We'll send a letter to reassure clients.
- I'm afraid that won't help.
- What else can we do? Watch? Do you have any idea who could be behind all this? I've thought about it for days.
When we had to dismiss people, there were some problems.
But none of them would do it.
- And how are you? - Well The police want you to call urgently.
Mr Stockinger.
Okay.
Did you call the family of the dead night watchman? Yes.
His widow has accepted our offer.
She will take the lump sum and leave us alone.
- What are you doing here? - I said I had to speak to you.
There's nothing left to say.
How did you get in? Easily.
After all, I spent ten years here.
- Do you want - You know why you were fired.
I've had enough.
It wasn't always like that.
Did you think I'd ever marry you? Me, you? You'd have liked that.
I was never interested in your money.
- I still love you, Diana.
- Stop it, Paul.
I have enough problems.
You won't get rid of me that easily.
The threatening letters and constant phone calls You can't intimidate me.
Please Paul You're just causing problems for me.
Get used to the fact that it's over.
My life has become pointless.
I need you.
You'll get nothing from me.
Nothing at all.
Diana please.
Please.
All right.
Here.
So you'll remember me.
Now get lost.
Did you unlock the storeroom door? Yes.
Why? I want it kept locked.
During the day too.
Afraid? Who wouldn't be in my situation? What did the police say? I haven't called them yet.
I'll do it now.
Right.
We'll start with soup, to get something sensible into you.
Sensible? That you've made? Don't talk, eat.
Yuck, it's much too salty.
True, but it's meant to be good for migraine.
It seemed someone wanted to blackmail the department store.
Now the Gurmann company seems to be the target.
Or Miss Gurmann herself.
Her sacking style was hardly elegant.
They all have technical ability and a motive.
Revenge.
That explains the lack of blackmail letters.
There may be some that Miss Gurmann is dealing with.
That only makes sense if they'd threatened to bomb her car next.
But he doesn't want to kill anyone deliberately.
Or he'd have set it off during business hours.
True.
The night watchman was unlucsk he happened to be there.
Maybe the bomber wants to show he can plant bombs any time.
He puts the bomb into a teddy bear, goes into a toy department or shop, Iooks around, then smuggles the teddy onto a shelf.
Or a display window.
Stop it, Rex.
I'll accept that something can be hidden in a big store, but in a shop window? - What do you mean? - He must have been seen.
Ask the salesgirls again.
It's yours.
Stockinger here.
Oh, hello, Miss Gurmann.
Give it to me.
- Let me, Stocki.
- That would suit me.
Fine.
My boss would like to speak to you.
Hello? Miss Gurmann, I wanted to talk to you.
It will take a while.
The phone's too impersonal.
I can't come to see you.
My leg's broken.
But could you come here? Marokkanergasse 1 8.
Five is fine.
See you then.
Goodbye.
I see you always grab the nice things.
She rang me.
I'm in the Wollzeile.
This is the third toy shop where Bück has created panic.
I don't even need to ask.
They're taking Gurmann teddies out of displays everywhere.
Get a search warrant and see if he has another address.
But he must have a workshop somewhere, in the cellar or the attic.
- Okay.
Call if there's news.
- The things you get up to.
But don't worry.
I once fell off a ladder during a case.
But onto a part of the body you can't break.
I brought some food.
Ham rolls.
No one thinks I eat anything else.
Sorry, but you keep saying you live on them.
What a mess.
You need a woman.
Don't! The word "woman" makes him jealous.
He panics and takes my laundry.
- Then what? - He washes it.
Put it back, Rex.
It's clean.
Getting anywhere with the bomb case? Not really.
A factory sacked 1 2 employees.
- They could all make bombs.
- Any possibilities? One man was injured at work and sacked, despite the boss's assurances.
- Bück's his name.
- And the others? It could have been any of them.
The timer gives them alibis for about 1 2 hours.
Get a chair, will you? You're making me nervous.
But I assume the same person was involved in both bombings.
All the sacked workers had a motive.
If every sacked person started throwing bombs the economy would be booming.
By the way I had a bomb-thrower once.
The motive was totally unclear at first.
Was that the one who threw bombs indiscriminately? Exactly.
We used a new method.
We noted all the characteristics that kind of person can or must have.
And when we arrested him we saw that it all fitted.
We've listed categories too.
Revenge, blackmail, madness even just attention-seeking.
You know, that type of person hates authority figures such as teachers, bosses or the police.
But otherwise they are well-adjusted and unremarkable.
Look at this.
Probably without a criminal record.
Congratulations.
You must have had a great teacher.
He plants the bombs in daylight when there are people around.
So he hides in the crowd.
And he uses a timer so he's miles away when the bomb explodes.
That's why we have the alibi problems.
Besides, he's a technical whiz with impeccable training.
- Did the driver take the mail? - No, I'll do it.
Okay.
- I'll be off.
- Staying at the hotel again? Probably.
But first I'm going to see that cop, Moser, at his flat.
Oh? That good-looking guy with the dog? Have fun.
You can go home.
Bye.
Damn.
There you are.
I thought you'd stood me up again.
You know why you're here.
Yes my mistress.
Yes.
Will you let me in or must I stand out here? Miss Gurmann Miss Gurmann! Come in.
I'm in here.
Go away, Rex.
Go on.
I'm sorry, but my dog gets jealous when a lady comes into my bedroom.
- It must happen a lot.
- Well There haven't been too many lately, or I'd have tidied up a bit more.
Oh, would you mind getting a chair? Behind the door, on the left.
Behave yourself.
The dog always thinks he has to protect me.
- Do I look so dangerous? - He may think you could be.
But About the latest bomb Are you being blackmailed? No.
Any idea who could have done it? Do you? Lots of possibilities, but none I'd really think capable of it.
We've found out that Mr Bück, a former employee, went to several toy shops and warned them about your bears.
I'm not surprised.
I sacked him because he was always drunk.
Oh? He had a different story.
His accident at work, and your father's promise never to sack him.
My father was too good-natured.
A good businessman, of course.
It was easy in those days.
He'd have problems now too.
Do you mind if I smoke? I don't know him all that well.
He was fanatical about justice and always felt misunderstood.
- He has a motive too.
- And Paul Steger? Do you think he has a motive too? Not especially.
I fired him because business was bad.
- Is that the only reason? - Yes.
We've heard there was more between you.
- I don't want to discuss that.
- I'm afraid you must.
All right.
- Can I have some coffee? - Of course.
I'm a bad host.
Stay in bed.
I can make it.
Definitely not.
No one can find things here.
- I'll go ahead.
- It's on the left.
Did you play with teddy bears as a child? Why do you ask? It's to be expected.
Your father did make them.
No, I didn't play with teddy bears, or dolls.
- My father wanted a son.
- Really? Like something with the coffee? - What do you have? - Good question.
Apart from some almost fresh ham rolls, not much.
What about drinks? Just tequila.
I prefer tequila to coffee any day.
Really? Right.
Your secretary said you spent last night at a hotel.
Yes.
I'm afraid to stay in my flat alone.
The next bomb might explode outside my door.
Where will you stay tonight? I don't know yet.
Probably at some hotel again.
I don't think the bomber will endanger your life.
Why? He wants to destroy your livelihood.
That only makes sense if you're alive.
But you were going to tell me about Paul Steger.
I'll take that.
Shouldn't you be in bed? Who told you about Steger and me? Sacked workers like talking about their firm, and their boss.
None of you have asked me about that.
I intended to, but this got in the way.
With Steger it was just sex.
I don't like talking about it.
I deal with everything in my profession.
And in your private life? I'm newly divorced, with my leg in plaster.
I can't expect much more.
Okay.
Let me know if you need anything else.
Go away, Rex.
Steger loved me.
He kept sending me flowers and letters.
One day he whispered that he'd do anything for me.
And I put him to the test.
- What do you mean, anything? - Anything.
Just physically? He did whatever I wanted.
I enjoyed provoking him to the extreme Was that the relationship he wanted too? In a way.
After a while he even became addicted to it.
And the quarrel you had with your secretary What was that about? Steger too? No.
But you've kept your ears open.
We employed a very attractive salesman which created problems between us.
Who won? Who do you think? So your secretary isn't exactly fond of you either.
I may not have many friends, but I have great fun.
- Excuse me.
- Sure.
- Gurmann.
- It's Paul.
You won't get away from me.
There'll be a disaster.
- I want to speak to you.
- Diana? Who was that? - Paul.
- Steger? I heard "There'll be a disaster.
" What else? He said "It's Paul.
You won't get away from me.
" And he wrote me some really strange letters.
"Dearest Diana" They're threats.
Why didn't you tell us? I thought it was personal, not linked to the bombs.
Do you think it was Paul? - When did you break up? - Some time ago.
He was putting pressure on me, so I broke it off.
Since then, he's been calling and writing these letters.
It's all right.
I'll start a search at once.
Will it ever stop? It's okay.
I'll make sure nothing happens.
Moser.
I'm glad you called, Stocki.
Start a search for Paul Steger.
What? I see.
Wait till I get there.
You bet I can.
Send a patrol car to get me.
Stay in the car, Miss Gurmann.
You too, Rex.
We really needed you here with your plaster cast.
- Absolutely.
- Can I help? - No.
What's happened? - We found Steger, badly hurt.
He must have been hit.
When he came to, he called for help.
- Found anything? - Come with us.
Out.
- Will he make it? - He's stable, but I can't say.
Look.
The tape recorder's connected to the phone.
It's Paul.
You won't get away from me, Diana.
There'll be a disaster.
- Diana? - Play it again.
- Notice anything? - Nothing special.
Again, but louder.
The Anker clock! Exactly.
But not until the end.
The tape's been edited.
If Steger made the tape, why did he edit it? Stay in the car.
Get back in.
I want to go to my factory.
Rex! Here! - When did Steger call for help? - 20 minutes ago, but the tape recorder had a time switch.
To give him an alibi.
But who hit him? And why? Shit! Everyone out! - I'm not getting in your car.
- Miss Gurmann! What happened? Steger's been badly injured, but he'll pull through.
- Paul? But he - He did nothing.
You phoned yourself in my flat with a timer connected to your phone Madam Engineer.
It was him, trying to make me look suspicious! When the call came, he was lying by your desk, half-dead.
Steger's been threatening you for personal reasons.
So you decided to use him.
A wicked idea.
The dumped lover after revenge.
Why? The first two bombs just set the scene for the third.
The factory's broke.
You raised the insurance to 20 million.
When will you let off the third bomb? - That's utterly ridiculous! - Really? Let's visit the factory.
- What's up? - I'm not going in.
Oh? Why not? Mr Moser, your dog's still in the factory.
When's the bomb going off, Miss Gurmann? When? In three minutes! - Richard - Take cover.
He's my dog.
The whole factory is full of fireworks.
Rex! Show me where it is.
Where is it? Is it this one, or this one? Or this one here Is this it? Good, Rex.
Now let's get out of here.
Rex No! Richard! Rex - He ran out carrying something.
- There was a huge explosion.
We need searchlights.
Come here.
Come on.
Let's have a look at you.
Let's see.
It's just a scratch.
We couldn't have you in plaster too.
We'd look pretty silly, eh? We've heard the words "lnspector Plaster" today.
I didn't say a word.
Really.
What? By the way, boys don't play with teddy bears, okay?