SCHATTEN ÜBER WESTMINSTER #krimihörspiel #retro 1970 HANS KORTE HELLMUT LANGE

Hello, dear retro and listening friends. Before we start, I would like to invite you to join our live podcast at 9 p.m. every Sunday. You decide the topic with your comment. See you soon on this format. And now, have fun with the retro listening game and thank you for your like. Shadows over Westminster with Gerd Günther Hoffmann, Loni von Friedl and Lothar Krützner. Old Scotland Yard, Westminster, London, 10.41 a.m. Ah, Sir Walter. Good day. Hello, Philip. How are you? Good. Ah, Inspector, this is Paul Temple, the owner of Modigliani. Inspector Blandel. Good day. I must say, they have done a good job. They have chosen the best. The Modigliani is also gone. Yes, I heard that. Well, they were outcasts. Hopefully, they'll catch them. They are insured. That is a weak consolation, Inspector. Most of the pictures of the exhibition were private property. And Sir Walter Trevelyan is now looking at the police with confidence. Well, I hope that applies to you, too. I don't want you to act on your own. It would be possible that the criminals turn to the gallery for ransom. In such a case, I ask you not to negotiate with them, but to contact us immediately. Why are you looking at me? With insurance agents, you have to reckon with everything. So, we are clear. I want to bring the gang behind bars, not negotiate with them. I don't intend to, Inspector. Let's assume that you would get information from someone about the stolen pictures. Even then, you have to turn to us. Yes, of course. It is your duty. Excuse me. Duty? We have only one duty. To get the pictures back as soon as possible and to give them back to the rightful owners. I assure you, Mr. Temple, we do everything in our power. You just have to give us some time. Thank you, sir. I would like to talk to you, Greaves. I'll wait for you in the office. Good, sir. Philipp, if someone offered you to get the pictures for a reward, would you refuse? I would sue the person involved. Yes, really, I mean it. Good boy. I am deeply moved. If you continue to work so hard for your insurance, one day you will sleep under the Temse bridges. Aha, the light cupboard. That's where they climbed over. Yes, but the one at the window triggered the alarm. They left little work for the cleaning lady. They were damn sure of their business. Yes, but who do you want to sell the pictures to? That's the question. I think they will try to extort a ransom from you. You are wrong about that. If you don't pay, they will destroy the whole store, just to get their tracks. I also want you to get your Modigliani back, but ... All right, do what you want. I will not influence you. Yes, yes. Sir Walter is waiting for me in his office. I have to go. Be nice and pick me up when I fly out. Greetings to Diana. Thank you. Greetings to Stiefelchen. Don't you want to stop by for a drink? When? Tonight. Against seven. Against eight? Go. Come in. That's it. Goodbye. This way. Good morning, sir. Ah, how are you doing, Simmons? Now quite well again. They pulled me out of traffic a few hours ago. So you didn't see any of the boys? No, sir. It is assumed that one of them hid here in the rooms shortly before the end of the day. He gave me one over the head and let the others in. Do you know where he could have hidden? No, unfortunately not. We check everything before we close. It's really funny. What? I've been a night watchman for 12 years now. Then something happens and I don't notice anything. Tell me, Simmons. Yes? Do you know where the copies of the alarm system are stored? Yes, sir. Walter locked them in his safe. You've never seen them? No, sir. Good, Simmons. And look at their heads. Yes, I do, sir. I can swallow quite well, and that's the main thing. The value stolen in the picture is about a million pounds, including your picture. Don't smile so stupidly. My motto is never to give something away. Then you don't lose anything. A double negation gives you a strong reward. I congratulate you. Tell me, Sammy, do you have any clue? You mean who the robbers were? Not yet, but there were definitely no art lovers. The pictures are far too well known for that. Yes, you know, it's hard to say who's behind it. One of them must have been a witty electrician. That's a clue. I'm going to fill some ganova with a tooth. Good day, Stiefelchen. Thank you. You remember Sammy Carson, don't you? Yes, of course. Sammy is here to see me. A coffee, Paul. With pleasure, Sammy. No, no, no, he's got something. A Wermut Gefellig? Thank you. Why do you care, Paul? There are enough criminals who are paid for it. After all, it's about my picture. Do you believe what we've done until it's finally in our possession? Don't worry, you'll get your picture back. Besides, it was insured. But I'm worried. We've been after a Modigliani for years. You can really calm down. Stiefelchen, neither a museum nor a private collector buys a stolen painting, especially not if it's as well known as ours. No? No. But I trust some people I know. They're crazy about something like that. You mean that they hide the painting down in the cellar and look at it alone? No, anyone who has something precious wants to show it to everyone. For me, the case is similar to kidnapping. Either you get out or you'll never see your beloved picture again. Yes, but unfortunately the insurance company won't spit it out. Oh yes, I'm missing one. The Griefs are expecting us this evening. Do you mean to say that the insurance company doesn't negotiate with the thieves? They'd rather write off the pictures and pay the damage 100% in moral compensation? The Griefs say so anyway. Their insurance company doesn't want to get involved with the police. But that's pure nonsense. I don't believe that. They save a lot of money if they only pay the reward. Yes. Let's warn them. Maybe they'll catch the thief first. He drinks his glass quickly. It would be best if you took the case yourself. But I can't do it alone. Only with your gracious support. Schmeichler. About 75,000 pounds have to jump out of the case. For whom? For those who get the pictures back. In this case, each of us gets... Stop it. I'm getting dizzy with so much gravel. How do you imagine that? Think of the previous thefts in the other art galleries. Everything went smoothly and smoothly across the stage. The intruders were well informed. Too well informed. Check everyone, from the cleaning lady to the manager. Say that again. Check everyone. No, no, no. The other thing. I like the dress very much. Charming, isn't it? Yes. I like it too. I need something like that to polish the car. Is there anything new? Unfortunately not. The thieves may be sitting on the pictures for weeks to make you soft. Hopefully. Maybe then the police will change their mind. Philip, have you never negotiated with thieves to get stolen pictures back unscathed? The insurance would save a lot of money. Of course. But this time it's difficult. Why? Inspector Blundell is sitting on my neck. But not more than usual. Maybe I negotiated too often with the brother and the police are slowly getting fed up of teaching little by little. What does your company say about it? Maybe they think I'm a moral apostle, but I don't care. With a moral, it costs you a nice stick of money. If they put me in front of the door, I'll join the next gang. It's hard to stay an honest skin. Especially if you're dependent. From Sir Walter? Yes, from Sir Walter. Shall we sit down? Sir Walter Trevin? Yes, he is the chairman of the Woburn Gallery. He promotes the performing arts. A respectable man. Initiator of many charity events. Yes, and Trevin wants me to negotiate with the thieves as soon as possible. He has no moral concerns. Oh, snowy world. Philip? Yes? Who is it? He didn't want to say. What are you doing here? An insurance agent? Yes, who am I talking to? That's not important. It's about the stolen pictures of the Woburn Gallery. I would like to make a few suggestions that you are certainly interested in. Yes, and? What would they be? Do you know where the pictures are? First of all, I would like to know what's in the pot. You can listen to me. If your information is correct, we won't let you fool us. We are very generous with it, but we don't want to... Wait a minute. I'm doing you a favor. So I set the conditions. Is that clear? If that's clear, don't you hear? Yes, I hear. First, the matter must remain between us. Second, I want to know what you pay and when I get the money. Good. I'll make you the following suggestion. You go to the police right now. Turn yourself in there. And if they say it's okay and we get the pictures back, then the insurance will pay you a reward. That sounds like a joke. I'm not crazy. I'll go to the lion's den. Excuse me? What do you mean? Something else is out of the question for us. I don't believe you, my friend. I'll give you two minutes to calm down. Then we'll hang your pretty pictures in the smoke. Call me in five minutes. I have to think about it carefully. Either you pay or the pictures go through the fireplace. I won't pay a cent. You won't, but your insurance. You're getting in there as if it were your pictures. You have to show the gang the teeth. It's only possible if all the insurances agree and no one negotiates with the criminals. It's too late. We should have come up with that sooner. So what do you want to decide? You don't have much time. Will you report the call to Scotland Yard? No, I'll wait until they call again. Ah, yes. Philip, you have to hold her down a little longer. Try to buy some time. Pretend you're turning yourself in. That way you won't get hurt, right? No. Let's assume it's you. The Kerns will definitely have me watched in the meantime. No, no, no. No police. Not yet. Let me act as a mediator. No. Why not? First we have to find out who called. Otherwise we'll never get through and we'll be in a circle forever. So let me negotiate with you. Maybe you'll fall for the bait and then we can... Philip, let's at least try it. Hello? So, Mr. Greaves, is it going well or not? Yes, maybe. Not maybe. Yes or no? Do you want to pay or should I throw a little party, Mr. Greaves? Yes, I want to pay, but we can only do business if I have proof that you really own the picture. You're smart and wise. Look outside your door. There's a letter with all the instructions. You're coming to us, but don't bring anyone with you. I'm warning you. Don't make a mess, understand? No, I'm being honest, but I... I have to send a friend. What's his name? Trent. Patrick Trent. If he doesn't have a magnifying glass. And one more thing. He has to bring 10,000 pounds of old bills to show his goodwill. Old banknotes. Ten giants. Got it? No, wait a minute. Cromwell Street, Chelsea. Point nine. Get on the train and knock three times. Is that all? That's enough. Paul sets off for Cromwell Street. He is kindly accommodated and offered a drink. After he has drunk it, all lights go out. A short time later. What did you give me for a snack? Yes, we also drink water, Mr. Trent. Turn off the damn lamp. Is it better this way? Well, Mr. Trent. It's best if we go straight to Medias Res. I'm already in there. Where's the money? What money? The bill, Mr. Trent. We're not there yet. First, we both have to find out whether we agree to trade. Without mutual trust, you can't do business, Mr. Trent. Yes, exactly. Oh, damn it. I have a headache. Where's the money, Mr. Trent? How do you imagine that? Where are we supposed to get 10,000 pounds at 9 p.m.? After all, we're not in a nightclub. All right. Let's talk about the reward. Well, what is it? What did you imagine? 10% of the insurance value. First, you have to prove to me that you have the stolen pictures. It shouldn't fail. I'll show you one of the most valuable. I'd like to keep it for myself. Stay seated, Mr. Trent. Satisfied? I'd advise you to. Good. How much? You always ask the same thing. 75,000 in old banknotes. More than 50,000 isn't in there. We're wasting our time, Mr. Trent. We know the insurance value up to the last shilling. I'm sorry. I don't have the authority to offer you more. Get the authority, but quickly. Otherwise I'll burn the pictures. Don't make a fool of me. I'm warning you, my friend. Give us some time. What for? I don't want anything more than yes or no. All right. I'll get back to you tomorrow. Here. My friend. No, that would be too much. A few kilometers west. Now turn sharply left. The phone booth should be on the right. Stop over there, Paddy. Indeed, Paul discovers a street lamp. It looks forbidden. Those were professionals. Maybe it's better if you let go of it. Sammy, do you have any idea who those guys are? No. Specialists. Maybe they're just a few gangsters. I haven't heard anything. If I were you and got 40,000 pounds for a stolen, fat canvas from the insurance company, I'd go to Hawaii and let the sun burn my belly. What do you mean, Paddy? Exactly. I'd go fishing with a flower girl and go paddling with her. You don't have a bit of art sense, do you? I wouldn't say that. I just prefer living pictures. Yes, Mr. Trevin. If Paul Temple turns himself in, that could be dangerous. He has already turned himself in. Should I continue to work for you? No. No, I'll take care of it myself from now on. Oh, no, Stiefelchen, leave me alone. Oh, thank you. I wouldn't walk around for long just to save the insurance company a few lumpy thousand pounds. It's better you pay, otherwise you've seen the pictures. I'd feel ashamed in front of Diana. Did they hire you because of your noble thinking? If I pay, I can go to court. The police don't need to know that you paid. They'll get a tip on where to find the pictures and then lure in the bears for it. What do you say to that, Paul? Well, time is of the essence. The brothers will hold out. What? I'm afraid they won't hold out. If we don't take their offer soon, they'll realize their threat and my husband will have to pay for it. I'm of a different opinion. They put their lives on the line and are firmly convinced that they'll get their money at some point. They won't destroy the pictures. Paul, it's too risky. It's enough to send us out for two or three days. I wish we could. But I also think it's far too risky if we stay with them for a few more days. Reeves? Yes. Yes, he's back. I can't decide at best. I have to talk to my company about it first. They're tough. They stick to the ball. You could say that. I remember three years ago when the Hartley Gallery also used very valuable pictures. The insurance refused to pay the full ransom. The pictures were never seen again. So you don't want to wait? I don't know, Paul. I don't know. You read it differently in front of the table, Philip. We want to argue about it in the end. Come on, let's go. It's late, darling. Well, maybe you're right. I shouldn't get involved in your affairs. I thank you anyway, Paul. Come home safely. I hope so. Good night. Keep me posted. Oh, boots, why didn't you wake me up? You're supposed to sleep. You're not good for anything else. Oh, tell me, did you give me sleeping pills last night? Sleeping pills? That's too much. I don't know, someone else took care of it. Ah, my head is rumbling. Oh dear, you poor thing. I hope that will dampen your urge to act a little. Go on. I couldn't imagine what else you'd want to do. Mr. Philip has already hoisted the white flag. Stay in bed and wait in peace until the pictures come back. Paul pulls it into the bathtub. There he is also disturbed. Hello? Sammy? Come in, you can scrub my back. You're fit again. Is there anything new? My boys have done a lot of work. Oh, sorry. There was a theft in the Belgriff Gallery in November 1967. It was full of alarm clocks and infrared rays. Two watch posts and a direct line to the police station. And yet, ten valuable pictures were stolen. If there's so much money at stake, you can set up a gallery full of mines and it's no use. Yes, and in the Town Gallery, they also broke in recently. They paid ransom. What? Yes. Have you ever been to the Belgriff Gallery? All stolen paintings hang on the wall again, right? Yes. Without screaming headlines in the press. A certain Mr. Gayser calls the Scotland Yard and says you should look in a box at Victoria Station. There are the pictures. The insurance pays him the ransom and makes him a rich man. Oh, yes. In our case, the insurance has to pay before the police get the tip. That's certainly different from case to case. By the way, the alarm systems were installed by different companies. Were you insured at different companies? As far as I know, it was just one. You were skilled. I congratulate you. Yes. I want to introduce a few employees from the Art Gallery. Welcome, Mr. Gayser. What's the matter? Why? I don't understand. Why do you make such an angry face? Sugar? No, thank you. Did I miss something? No, Mr. Carson, not necessarily. It just doesn't suit me that you work with Paul. I can't help it, but I can't stand you. Feminine intuition, huh? Possible. But that doesn't matter. My grandmother likes me. Maybe you know her better than I do. Yes, exactly. I don't have the fine mind. I don't necessarily want to be elected to the upper house. But I will try to improve myself. My head, my head. I can't remember anything. Your coffee is on the table. Yes, just a moment. Do you want to let him get cold? Philip is soft. He will give in. Before they call, I have to know where I was last night. How? I heard planes right over my head. They must have flown very low. Uh-huh. The house where they brought me last night flew a plane at a distance of one minute each. You picked me up at Staines. That's very close to the airport, isn't it? Hello, air traffic control, Mr. Robertson, please. Yes. Steve, please get me the plan of London and surroundings. Hello, Peter. This is Paul. Paul Temple. Yes, I'm fine. Thank you. And you? Good. Listen, Peter, I have a strange request. It's a little unusual, I know. If you don't mind, can you help me? Tell me, can you tell me in which direction machines took off between 11.30 and 11.40 last night? Yes, yes, I'll stick to it. Yes. Angle 190. And how fast do you gain altitude, Peter? Ah, thank you. Thank you very much. Yes, as always good. Yes, we'll do that. No, I don't forget that, Peter. So then, thank you very much again. So, angle 190. Thank you, Steve. So, let's see. Angle 190. It must be around here. Well, I was in Shertsee last night. The exit leads right over it. But Sammy, I found you somewhere else. That doesn't say anything. They brought me there later. Now I remember. It must have been in some business district. Why? Did you look out the window? Of course not. But I heard a pretty loud noise. It sounded like a printer. Besides, it smelled like something. I remember exactly... What did it smell like? Like... paint. Maybe the office was freshly painted. Please get me the industry book of the place. We don't have it. Doesn't matter. Then let's try the post office. Oh, my poor boot. Oh, give daddy a kiss. I'm leaving. Well, then. Steve said I could come up. Of course, Philip. You know Sammy Carson, don't you? Yes, good morning. Good morning. Oh, she's already gone. Well, it doesn't matter. Would you like a coffee? No, thank you. Come on, sit down here. Is there anything new? No. I was fed up of sitting next to the phone and waiting for the call. I had to catch my breath. If you're not at home, you can't go to the phone. It's a clear case, isn't it? Yes, but if I mark the dead beetle now, maybe they'll turn to Mr. Trevin or even my boss. And he'll wash your head properly, right? Yes. Speaking of the head, how are you? I'm back on the dam. Fine. I was in the Vaubon Gallery. The police found out where one of the thieves was hiding. Upstairs. Behind a canvas that was put there. In the room that's been closed for some time? Yes, for renovation. Oh, my. I told you, there were specialists at work. Yes. I have to pick up Diana now. Do you want to come with me? Would you take over the phone? Yes, why not? But not too long, please. Good. Thank you very much, Paul. You're welcome. A short time later, you miss a painting. Your Modigliani. Now it's enough. Paul, it was my fault. I shouldn't have waited so long. Nonsense. It was my fault, too. Reeves. Yes, who? Oh, it's you. Paul, your wife wants to talk to you. Hello, Stiefelchen? Paul, I've been in the industry for a long time. I can't find anything. There is neither a printing house nor a business that has anything to do with cars near the airport. That doesn't matter. It's probably too late anyway. Why? Good day, Mrs. Greaves. I have to talk to you. Paul, what's going on? Say something. I'll tell you later. Wait a minute. I have an idea. I'll forget it. The office where they brought you was near another airport. Maybe at Gatwick. The place where they knocked you down doesn't prove anything. That's right. You're absolutely right. Yes, please try it. I'll get there as soon as possible. But the police... The police. Hey, what have they done so far? If we rely on them, we'll never get the works back. For them, it's mainly about getting these bandits. Whether the owners get the pictures back is of secondary interest to them. So, what else is left for us than to act on our own? Greaves, I don't understand you. It is our duty to return the pictures to the owners undamaged. Because of your indecision, an artwork was already lost, which your insurance now has to replace. I believe it is in your interest if you finally give in. You're right. Good. I'm sorry, Mr. Temple. However, it was a mistake that you got involved in this matter. Otherwise, you'd still have your Modigliani. I don't have anything left for the press. Neither do I. Especially not when you're serious. How do you know that I'm involved in this matter? Let me observe. It is my duty to be informed about everything. After all, I also bear the responsibility for the Woburn Gallery. Greaves, call your boss now. I want this matter done as soon as possible. Do you understand? Your insurance is better than if you had to replace the full value. So, no worries. Good, Sir Walter. Good morning, Mrs. Greaves. I'm sorry, Paul. I have to do what he says. So, pay. You've tried everything. For you. Yes. Good, I agree. Yes. But first I have to talk to my boss. I have to hand over the money first. When? All right. It has to stay a secret. They won't let go until the money is on the table. Paul, stay out of it. I don't want any complications. I have nothing to lose. Please promise me, Paul. Can Paul keep his promise? Steve. She's not here. She's out with a few city plans. I don't know where she is. I have something for you. Is there anything new? I don't dare to tell you. It might spoil your appetite. May I? Please, please. I can't change it. What is it? Gatwick's flight plan. Between half past eleven and eleven last night. It has every machine on it. Four jets, two propeller machines, and then another jet. Hello? Hello, Paul? Darling, I'm in Horsham. Horsham, south of Gatwick. I think I've found the house. There's a printing house there. And right next door is a big car salon. And the house next to the printing house has just been painted. Fabulous. Tell me where you are and wait for me there. Where? Oh, at the end of the street. All right. No, no, I'll find it. Just 23 minutes later, he meets his wife. Shoes. Great, you're a genius. You passed by a house. It's on the other side of the street. I have a list of tenants here. Good. Let's try it. How about a drink first? Hmm? It's still too bright. Let's wait until it gets dark. You wait here for Sammy. Sammy? Yes, he'll be looking for us. I found it here. I don't share the interest with him. Somehow they both sense the danger in the air. Now I'm curious. The last time I was here, I counted 17 steps. 18, 18, 16, 17. This must be it. Photocopies of the alarm system. His name is Barrett. H-A-R-R-E-T. Here are bank receipts. Lots of deposits. 30th of November, 40,000 pounds. February, 69,000. Account deleted on the 5th. That was three weeks ago. Address of Ganoven. The police will be happy. Paul! Come here! I can't open it with my tool. Look, look. Here's our Mr. Barrett. Suddenly the door opens, and in the doorway stands... How dare you spy on me? I didn't do that. That's the reward. 75,000 pounds. Right. Yes, yes. I was told to bring it here. No, no, no, no. You told yourself. Paul! A number of art galleries are insured at Greaves. For example, the Belgrave Gallery, the Town Gallery, and the Woburn Gallery. Is that right? What was that? Of course, he knew exactly about the different alarm systems in the galleries. That's ridiculous. Your ID. Mr. Barrett. You colluded with a few clever gangsters and organized the theft. Then you seized your own insurance and paid the ransom for the valuable images yourself. My help was very welcome to you. You were able to get an alibi. It was great how you played us against the moral apostle. We fell right into it. Great. How did you get behind it? By plane. The images are here, aren't they? No. I'm sorry, but you have to withdraw them. And this time for free. Please, you can have them. But not for free. Call the police. The reason won and Scotland Yard came to an end after just under 20 minutes. 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