DIE BRUT #krimihörspiel #retro GERD BALTUS HORST TAPPERT WILL QUADFLIEG

Nice to see you again at Hör mal zu. Today we present a special kind of head cinema. Will Quadflick, Gerd Baltus, Christiane Krüger and Reinhard Klemnitz together with Manfred Steffen in Die Brut. Have fun and thank you for your like. The head of the company, Robert Schreiber, had a very serious accident months ago. The doctors didn't give him a chance and so he lost everything during his childhood. Now his condition has improved so much for weeks that he can be discharged from the clinic. He waits to be picked up by his children. The suitcase is packed? It's almost ready. Can you do it alone? Yes, yes. How long have I been here? Almost exactly half a year. A long time. I won't have forgotten how to tie a tie. We'll see. It still works. Well, Mr. Schreiber, now you're finally coming home. I wanted to say goodbye to you. Then I'll take the opportunity to thank you. The villa of Robert Schreiber in Munich-Bogenhausen. It's snowing. You're pretty late. I'm surprised you're still here. What do you mean I'm still here? I told you I wouldn't pick him up. You have to do it. Why me? Because you can explain it to him much better. Take your husband with you, he's a lawyer. He'll make it easier for him to understand. Yes, please, Anna Kolpe. Your father expects you to pick him up. We're on our way. Yes, thank you. Believe me, it's better if you go alone. In front of the door in the snow, the daughter of Mr. Schreiber stands with her husband, a lawyer. They are leaning on a Mercedes CLK. He doesn't want to go. Because you have to explain everything to him. You're used to complicated facts. Come on. After a 20-minute drive, they arrive in Grünwald. The father is waiting in the foyer. Ah, there you are. Father. You came with me. Where's Konrad? Are you feeling well? Yes. I've been waiting for this day for a long time. Did I ask where Konrad is? Konrad apologizes. He still has things to do. Do you have everything? Is this your suitcase? Will you take it? Yes, of course. The old Mr. Schreiber wonders, because the journey does not go back to his villa, but to the flat land in the direction of Miesbach. After just under 35 minutes, the Mercedes stops. So, here we are. Where are we here? Now it's your turn. This is an old home. A senior home, in which we bought you, and where you should live in peace in the future. You have two rooms, a bedroom and a living room. We furnished it ourselves with your own furniture. Of course, as far as the space allows. And you're being taken care of. That's what we wanted, that you have your care. Let's have a look. Will you take out his suitcase? I want to go home. Father, you are at home here. We bought you here, and now you have to move out. I want to be taken home. Stubborn, he shrinks his arms. Now say something. We can't stand here forever. Get out of the car. How can I do that? Now we have a complicated situation. Father, get out. Robert Schreiber refuses. He doesn't get out of the Mercedes. I thought you wanted to explain everything to him. We already did that. Okay, get in. Then we'll drive him home, however he wants. Okay. No, that's not possible. Earliest in a week. Didn't you go with him to the clinic? I thought it would be better not to. So I didn't. Do you think he's having trouble? What kind of trouble can he have? By now, Robert Schreiber has arrived in his villa. When the door is opened, he sees his daughter-in-law, a person he has never been able to suffer from. What are you doing here? Your father is asking what I'm doing here. Where's my suitcase? Father, I think you haven't been told much. I live here now, with my family. We moved in here because... Explain the situation to him. You are my brother-in-law and our lawyer. He knows everything about you. Tell him what's going on. It's easy to explain. Half a year ago, you had an accident. No one believed in survival. Not even you. Who? In anticipation of your death, you took over your assets. You gave your son your company and this house. You gave your daughter, my wife, the house we live in. You transferred your accounts. You did it legally. To be clear, you don't own anything anymore. When I showed you that you would recover, we bought you a place in the Altenheim, because we all thought, and still do, that you could be taken care of there. And because you experience the protection of your strength there, which your doctor asked us to do. Where's the house? It doesn't exist anymore, father. And in the closets, you don't have your things anymore. Your clothes, laundry, shoes. They are already tidied up. With you. In your rooms. At home. And there are also the flowers on the table. You see that he wants to drink something. Do you want to drink something, father? Are you not well, father? No, I'm not well. I have to do with a small earthquake. I'm sorry, son. I don't think I'm standing on two legs. Please get my suitcase. Father, you don't have a bed anymore. Am I allowed to make a phone call? Who do you want to call? A taxi, please. Amalienweg 3. Put my suitcase on the street. You didn't have to take it with you. Didn't you tell him that we set up everything for him in the old house? He certainly didn't even look at it. You should have done that. Then you would have seen that we didn't forget mom's prayer either. I don't want to take it with me. I want to turn it around so that she doesn't have to look at her children anymore. I don't want to look at her anymore either. How does he behave? Doesn't he understand that this is all for his own good? Apparently he doesn't understand that. What do we do? It's starting to snow heavily. The old man is standing on the street and is waiting for the taxi. His son is rushing to him. Father, think about everything in peace. Then you will see that we have found the best solution. For everyone. For you. And for us too. Your suitcase, father. Put it down. Taxi, I'll drive you there. Then I'll explain everything to you. You will see. We made a lot of effort with the facility. And you will find your housewife too. We will sit down and take a drink in peace and... You know that you are hurting us a lot when you drive the taxi now. Please take my suitcase. How do I pay? That's not a problem at all. What would you do? By the way, everything is arranged at this point. We have set up an account for you. With a fixed monthly amount. Here. Take this. So I have pocket money. Do you have to call it that? It's not that bad. From my point of view, pocket money is an addition. It was very unpleasant. Yes, I think it's annoying. We're done. I hope he looks at what we did to him. Somehow we had to expect that, didn't we? With what? I assume you see it the same way I do. We don't have to pretend. We put your father on the cross. He gave us something voluntarily. His company, his houses, his fortune. Under conditions that are no longer available. You wanted the company and you have it. You wanted the house and you have it. We wanted our house and we have it. We wanted his accounts and we have them. In short, we are your fucking gang. And that we are, doesn't bother us. What are you talking about? We wanted the best for our father. For us, dear brother-in-law, for us. But don't worry. Legally, no problem. Meanwhile, the old man is standing in the foyer of the old home. It is an old Victorian building with beautiful wood-plated rooms. Then I would like to welcome you warmly. Welcome to our house. Walter, please take the luggage. As I said, I thought I would come back to my house. But that has now been occupied. My son has now moved in. He told me, dear father. No, no, dear father, he didn't say. He just told me that I had changed my bed in the square. Here. You know that I just came from a clinic. I know you had a serious accident. Yes, yes, I was almost dead. But now I'm still alive. Against all expectations. But he died. My husband promised me my house. Yes, it is here. Your son asked us to put flowers and a bottle of champagne for you. Ah, thank you, thank you. Who is he? This is our housekeeper, Walter. Yes. May I open the bottle? Of course. You said, and yet he died. Yes, my children, my children died for me. It's like dying next to you, without seeing much. You are bitter. No. No, no. I only go beyond a zone of absolute admiration. Will you drink a glass with me? I'm sorry, I don't drink alcohol here. May the housekeeper drink a glass with me? I don't think I should allow it. Then I ask you to leave me alone. After Mr. Schreiber is buried, the home management calls the son of the old man. I don't think your father will feel very comfortable with us. Which was not to be expected. But he will get used to it. Everyone gets used to everything. Even if it sometimes takes a long time. Thank you, Mrs. Leonhard. In the head office of the company Schreiber. Oh, please wait a moment. I would like to discuss something with you. How long have you been my father's secretary? For more than 25 years. You were his right hand. You can say that. Your father himself used these words. I was very happy about that. He has been in this old age home for two months. You were there. How often were you with him? Three, four times. You were not there more often? He sometimes asked me for favors. For which he does not claim his family to us. Please sit down. Why not? Speak openly. You really allow me to be open? That's why I'm asking you. He broke off the relationship with his family. Now I ask you. What's going on in this man? We are all helpless. Now I have decided to ask you as his confidant. His right hand. What do you want to know? What's going on with him? That will not sound very good. Then tell me what does not sound good. He said ... I thought I put children in the world. But they are not children. They are monsters. Your mind has eaten up your heart. What kind of sentence is that? I thought about it too. So he keeps that from his family? Yes, nothing. Can I finish right away? The boss is still upstairs. Does he work overtime? Because he needs it. Good night. Schreiber Junior is on leave. He goes to the Fördner and asks him to drive his Mercedes in front of the door, as it is raining heavily. Come home now, Vera. Did you ask Mrs. Sänger? Yes, she is with him more often. She also knows his opinion about us. Anna is here. She wants to talk to you because she can no longer wait for you. Konrad, did you ask her if he wants to do something against us? What does he want to do? Can you tell me what? A shot and a shuddering scream let Schreiber Junior step in front of the door. He finds the Fördner shot in front of the Mercedes. The Fördner is dead. He's lying next to my car. I asked him to get the car. He was shot. It was me. Why you? Because I gave him the keys. He should get the car. And the parking lot was without light? No outside lighting, not at this time. It was already the end of operation. That's why there was no light on the parking lot. And that's why you think the attack was on you? Who else? Not the Fördner. The perpetrator thought it was me who was going to his car. That's my wife, my sister and my brother-in-law. Did you see? Is he still there? Yes, he's still there. I called him. He's not at home. Not at home? I'm talking about my father. In what context? Because he's being questioned as a perpetrator. My father, as a perpetrator. As a murderer. Am I saying something wrong? You can contradict me if you want. You see? Nobody contradicts me. He wasn't at home. Why are they allowed to leave the house in the evening? Isn't there a house order? Tell me, we understood you correctly. You mean your father is being questioned as a perpetrator. Are you out of your mind? That was my first thought. He knows. I told her, call me if he's at home. He doesn't know. He wasn't at home. Where did you call? In the old age home. My father has been in the old age home for two months. And we, we are the last dirt for him. The last dirt. Can I tell you something? I know what you want to say. Your father gave everything away. Everything he owned, he gave to his children. And they are in the old age home. On a pocket money basis. I mean... Does that make you a murderer? What he experienced, that will have changed him. Changed him to what? No, no, you don't bother. Just come in, gentlemen. Thank you, Mr. Leonhard. I assume... You can imagine why we came here. I think so. I still have a connection to my former secretary, Mrs. Senger, with whom I have worked together for over 20 years. She told me that in the past night the Pferdner was shot. It's Tagemann, a man I know well, whom I know well, of course. Like all people in my business. I assume that in this context you have questions for me. Yes. Your son is of the opinion that the attack hit him. Yes. That the perpetrator didn't want to shoot the Pferdner, but his son. My son? That's a possibility we're investigating, that we can't rule out. Yes. What can I say about that? I want to be very open with you. Your son thinks it's possible that you could be his father, the murderer. What do you say to that? A son, who thinks it's possible that his father could be his murderer? What kind of feelings do you have? He opens everything in one, doesn't he? He turns everything upside down, like an earthquake. All these beautiful principles that the world hangs like nails, which God himself has hit in the wall. What is your father guilty of his son? What is the son guilty of his father? What is everyone guilty of everyone? Yes, love. Am I saying something wrong when I say love? And what happens when love is lost, when it stops, suddenly dissolves? Then you put yourself in an extremely strange state in which everything, everything is possible. I want to tell you something, gentlemen. My son has no such injustice. You don't want to say anything No, no, I didn't kill this man, but that's not what I'm talking about right now. I'm thinking about what a death, what the death of my son would mean to me. You know, my situation is special. I myself died a little, just two months ago. I was alive, I was just starting to live again, and suddenly I discovered that my life was simply taken away from me. Since then I have a different relationship to death. To mine and also to the death of others. Then I have to ask you where you were last night at nine o'clock. Your children called me. But they didn't reach you. If I tell you I was here in this room, I just didn't answer the phone. Do you say that? How hardworking, how hardworking they are. I'll tell you what's going on in your head. Nine o'clock. Phone. It rings here. Nobody answers. These children, the blank hatred. And now I say, murder is nothing special for me. Yes, gentlemen, you have to keep thinking. I have nothing to do with your business. But to ease your nerves, I have a friend here in the home. The friend, a tall, about 80-year-old, slender man with half bald and awake blue eyes. The thing with your partner. Yes, that's what it's about. I told him what happened to me. Excuse me if I say what happened to me, but it's still my company. They took my chair away from me, but I'm still sitting there. As what? As a ghost. My children would say, as a ghost. And why is the police coming to you? Do they think you're the murderer? How do you get that? He said it himself. He said, watch out, my children will send the police to me. And as I see it, they did. Is that right, what I say? That's absolutely right. Am I needed now? Yes, as a witness, my dear, as a witness. Where was I last night at 9 o'clock? You want to know that, don't you? Yes, we want to know that. I see my time has come. So, he was with me. Here, in this room. We love to talk to each other, about God and the world, and that it doesn't fit together. God doesn't belong to the world, and the world doesn't belong to dear God. So you were together here in this room yesterday. Can anyone testify to that? Heavens, yes. We're happy when we don't see anyone else. Please, would you let us be alone for a moment, Mr. Schreiber? No problem. Thank you. Who are you? Yes, I can only tell you my name. My name is Arno Schuster, I've never had a family, I was once a merchant, as such, self-employed, I have the crazy curve running through the world of business behind me, and now I have arrived at the last place, so to speak, and enjoy the beauty of a final stop. Excuse me, but what can be enjoyed in it? These are our topics, mine and his. We've been talking about it for half a night. The final stop leaves us in total freedom, nothing matters anymore, rien va plus, and we are not bound to anything. You know his story. Yes, I know her. His children broke open a wallet and threw the wallet away. Stefan and Harry go to the home management to get some information. Goodbye. Ms. Leonhard, I have a question for the residents of this house. Can they come and leave as they want? Yes, of course. So you don't have to sign up? No, it's not a prison here. We run our house according to modern principles, more like a pension. Mr. Schuster and Mr. Schalmer left the house last night. Not that I know of. When Mr. Schreiber leaves the house, he usually orders a taxi. But he didn't do that last night. No, he didn't. Not even Mr. Schuster? No. Good, thank you. What impression do you have of Mr. Schreiber? Well, I have no impression of him. If I may put it this way, no one imagines it. Now that you ask me, it suddenly occurs to me that I have no impression of him. And I realize that it frightens me now. No trace, Stefan. No one would have had the reason to shoot the porter. But many don't like the new boss. And why? Because they can't forget the old one. And everyone knows the story. The story of the broken wallet that was thrown on the trash. Your father doesn't kill his son. No, he doesn't. It's all written in one. And the earth keeps turning. You become a stranger yourself. Harry and Dennis, everything is possible. Even that your father becomes his own son to murder. I'll call him. He won't say more than he already said anyway. Sen. Wilhelm Ambach? Mr. Schreiber? Just a moment, he's coming. It's Mr. Derrick. Yes, Schreiber here. You want to talk to me? Yes, can I come to you? I just wanted to order a taxi. I wanted to go to the city. I can be with you for 20 minutes. I'll take you wherever you want. Do you mind? No, no, that would be nice. I'm waiting for you. Do you really have time to drive me around? Good day, Mr. Derrick. Yes, of course. I'll take you wherever you want. Do you know that you are very interesting for me? Yes, you are for me too. I'm trying to find my way in your, I don't know, how should I call it, world of thoughts. World of thoughts? Oh, dear God, I don't have any. If I had one, I would have forgotten it. I said goodbye to you. Where are we going? It goes to his company, Hello. This is the singer, my singer. We have fought some battles together. How long have you been with me? An eternity. At the head of the company, and above the heart, only half the heart. Is he there? Yes, he's there. Tell him that his father is at the door. Mr. Schreiber, your father is in the living room. My father? What does he want? Ask him what he wants. Yes, he's listening. Then he should tell me what he wants. What were you afraid of, my boy, that you could be killed? Mr. Terek? How nice to see you. What's going on? I'm still investigating the murder of Neomfortner. Of me? You know that it happened to me. I should be killed. And what do you want here, father? I'm happy to explain that to you. I thought we'd go to him. Put it on. And try to find out if anything has changed. No, nothing has changed. Go back to your seat, my boy. Go back to your seat. Why did you bring my father here? Why are you doing this? I didn't bring your father here. He wanted to come here. I accompanied him. I haven't seen him for two months. I haven't talked to him. Because he didn't want to. He just didn't want to. I asked him, are we dead to you? Do you know what he said? As good as my son. As good as. Where was my father last night? He was at his room neighbor's and he confirmed it. Don't believe a word he says. Go now and tell my father that he should disappear. All right. I'll do it. One moment. What do you think of me? I want you to answer this question. Of course I have an opinion, but I assure you, it doesn't matter in my work. My work is to find a murderer. Then think that the murderer hasn't achieved his goal yet. What impression did you get? Who are you talking about? My son? Me? You? Then please stay still. You have finally said goodbye to human society. So much so that you don't even think about how you might return to your company and your fortune. You don't even waste a thought. Now I have to apologize to you, Mr. Derrick. You are a police officer and I thought you were an idiot. I see you are not. He is, Sari. From his way of thinking, he is a murderer. People have become indifferent to him from one day to the next. The dead Fördner doesn't care about him at all. He threw flowers at his desk. He didn't even unpack the flowers. Flowers for a dead man? Good. There you are. There you have it. Am I disturbing you? The neighbor, the man who testified that Schreiber was actually at his place, had a weapon. A pistol, a Walther PP-7.65. Yes, I did. I did. I had it. I applied for a weapon more than 20 years ago when I had a business and wanted to defend my shirts and pants in the store. I said to Schreiber, let's bet you can get it. And there you are with the handcuffs. No, not there. We don't have handcuffs. Where is your weapon? I had it. I had it, I told you. The business, the apartment, the rest fits in two suitcases and beautifies my evening where I don't have to defend anything anymore. Where is your weapon? I have no idea where it is. How can you know where something is that you have totally forgotten? Where are you going? The rooms of Mr. Schuster and Mr. Schreiber are being searched. On the first floor. Please, gentlemen. And where are you looking for? I once had a gun. I suppose that's what they're looking for. I offered him my help, but they tell me that you don't value it. May I stay here or am I disturbing you? Both. Tell me, please, Mr. Schreiber, he's not in the house. Do you know where he is? He got into a taxi. Did he say where he was going? No. But shortly before he called the secretary, Mrs. Singer. Can I make a phone call? Yes, in the office. Thank you. You're welcome. Mrs. Singer? No, she's not here. She took the afternoon off. Why are you asking? Did she quit? No, for God's sake. Why should she? Did she say something like that? No, she didn't. Excuse me, please. Harry, find out where Mrs. Singer lives. Or do you know where she lives? I have no idea. Mr. Schreiber, he meets you, doesn't he? Yes, from time to time. Your new boss doesn't know how to run a company, and he sends you away to ask his father. The man sits in the office for days and tries to figure it out, but he doesn't succeed. Have you ever been here? Do you know her? Yes, I know her. What do you think of her? Well, I have the impression that she's a great old lady. I've got her address. You met her old boss, didn't you? Yes. There are still things to sort out that have to do with the transition into management. So you met her old boss? Yes. With whom you worked together for many years, right? That's probably very good, isn't it? Yes, very good. I live alone. The work was all for me. She did everything. She did my life. Would you like something to drink? Shall I make you a coffee? No, no, no, no. No need. Oh God, this morning I didn't even think about cleaning up. Listen, are you... What were you asking about? The cooperation with your boss has filled your life, you say? Yes, that's right. Yes. He's a great man, isn't he? Yes, he is. As far as I know. And better than anyone else. It's always important to make decisions that you probably accepted. He has the better knowledge, the greater experience. He knows more than I do. You could also say my head is like a rope, you can't compare it. It was always fun between us. He said, Miss, which of us has the better head? And I said, who knows. And then we drank a schnapps together. One bottle was always ready. That was the problem bottle. And then we were always of the same opinion. What it concerned us. Again in Altenheim. You wanted to talk to us. Hello, Mr. Inspector. You work on Sundays. Yes, yes. I have to, if I want to ask you who you gave your gun to. But I told you... Yes, I know what you said, but I don't believe a word you say. Now listen to me carefully. A murder has been committed. Also with a 7.65 BB. Yes. I know, you didn't commit the murder, but you know the perpetrator. Where is the front desk? I'm here because I want you to come with me. Please come in. Don't forget, I have an alibi. May I sit down? I will tell you what I think. You gave the gun to your secretary, the gun of your roommate. So that she shoots my son? Don't stress the word son too much. You have no relationship to him. You have nothing, even the slightest relationship. Not even to your secretary. Amazing, amazing. So I should have brought my good wife Senga to commit my murder? Yes, I believe so. This good, faithful soul I should have used her dependence on me. Her emotional bond, her love, she had to me. A total attachment. My God. She was, she is a loving, stupid person. To whom you have no relationship anymore. You were with her yesterday. They talked to her. She came to me afterwards, she told me. Then they drank a schnapps with her. Yes? As always, if you agree. Yes? Yes. Ms. Senga has left the house and is standing with her car in front of the company. Is it open? Why? Today is Sunday. Schreiber? Yes, this is Derek. You are in your office. Yes, why are you calling? Is Ms. Senga with you? I expect her, I have an appointment with her. She is on her way to you. She is coming in. Tell the police to be on standby. I want to talk to her immediately. Give her to me. Very slowly, Ms. Senga grabs her bag and pulls out a revolver. She holds it on Schreiber Junior and has her finger on the barrel. Now talk to her. She is standing in front of him. She has a gun in her hand. Should she commit another murder, so do it already. What should I do? I don't care about this person. Yes, yes, did you hear that? Did you hear that, Ms. Senga? Did you hear what Mr. Schreiber said? Shoot him. Shoot him! One minute of deadly silence. Ms. Senga, Ms. Senga, what happened? Ms. Senga, she killed herself. Nothing happened. Except for justice.