STUDENTEN MORD #krimihörspiel #retro HERBERT FLEISCHMANN 1969

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We're done, Mr. Commissioner. Thank you. The man's name is Richard Ebinger. 23 years old, student. Lives on Maximilianstrasse. He visited his girlfriend, who lives over there, number 30. She brought him down to the street and he was shot. Yes, shot in the back. Didn't she see it? No, she was already back at home. Where is she now? Upstairs in her room. She's visiting a doctor. Yes, we wanted to visit her. I heard a bang. I thought it was a misfire. Misfire? How did you know? It was a shot. And I knew right away that it was a shot. I thought, who's shooting here? Then I saw him lying down. And he was already lying down. He got up several times. That means he at least tried. Yes, it was terrible. He got up, fell down again. And no one ran away? I didn't see anyone. She had a shock. As a doctor, I tell you, she needs rest. Just a few questions, Doctor. But you know, hopefully, that she is completely helpless. Yes, yes, I know. She got up, you know, she was at the door, completely pale, no blood on her face. I had to stop her, because otherwise she would have fallen. Yes, all right, Doctor. Do you feel able to answer a few questions? Yes. What's your name? Ruthraud Scharn. And how old are you? Twenty-two. Miss Scharn, tell me what happened. He came to visit me. Richard Ebinger? Yes. Are you friends with him? College colleagues. They both study yoga. He's a very attractive young man. When did Mr. Ebinger come? Around six. You study together? At eight, we went for a short meal across the street. At nine, we were here again. I was on the stairs. Not yet upstairs. I heard a bang. I didn't know what it was. I got up, went in here, into this room here, and went to the window. Because I still go to the window when he leaves. I saw him lying there. Lying on the street. I thought, why is he lying there on the street? Did he fall down? Why isn't he standing up? She knocked on my door. Dr. Wiegand, she said, Dr. Wiegand, Richard is lying on the street. She ran downstairs. I went to the window and saw Richard lying there. You can't imagine who shot Richard Ebinger. No. Not at all. Did he have any enemies? Enemies? Yes. Did he have a fight with anyone? Did he have any difficulties? Was he involved in anything? No. You don't know anything about it? No, I don't know anything about it. How was his mood this evening? What do you mean? Well, he was worried, depressed. Quieter than usual? Afraid? He was as always. I thank you for your decision. What I can confirm, Mr. Inspector, I heard the two of them laughing. My room is next door. I heard laughter, music. They were in a very good mood. Very magnificent. Magnificent. No one was afraid. Yes, thank you. Goodbye. You have to lie down. I'll give you something so you can sleep. I can't. But you have to. I have to talk to his parents. The police will do it. Or I will do it. But you have to lie down now. In the meantime, the scene is taken under control again. Due to the relocation of one and the committee, it is assumed that the shooter had an increased position. The man was probably shot out of the window. Whether from the first or second floor, the course of the shooting channel will be determined. Yes, of course you have to know how Ebinger stood. I could see his face exactly. Are you sure? Yes. I turned around as soon as I heard the shot. He turned around. He threw his arms up. But he turned to me. I know it because no one has ever looked at me so horribly. The shot came from over there. Yes, from one of those windows. Walter, I need the autopsy report as soon as possible. Yes, that's fine. And you, Rehman. Yes, the relatives, I know. Yes, take a stretcher. Come on, Harry, let's get started. In the course of the investigation, neighbors are questioned. Good evening. Criminal police. Criminal police? Yes, we have a few questions for you. You are Mrs. Schöne, aren't you? Yes. Do you know what happened on the street? Yes, someone was shot. Yes, we wanted to ask if you saw or heard anything. No, no, I didn't see anything. I didn't hear anything either. Can we come in anyway? Yes, please. Thank you. What's going on, Mom? That's the police. What do they want here? You have rooms on the street. Can we see them? But I told you that none of us saw or heard anything. What do you think of the woman? I don't know. About an hour ago, a young man was shot down on the street. Were you in the apartment at this time? Yes, but I wasn't here. I was in the kitchen. The water ran and the radio... I washed up. Where are you going? This is our bedroom. May I come in? And you, were you in the apartment too? Yes. But your room is on the other side of the courtyard. You can't have heard anything. You didn't hear anything? No. Was anyone else in the apartment? Anyone else? No, no one else was there. If anyone else was there, he wants to know. No, no, no one else was here. Did anyone sleep here? Why? I mean during the day, this afternoon or this evening? No. Yes, my husband. He has late shift this week. He always sleeps in the afternoon. Two, three hours. Do you smoke, Miss Schöne? Smoke? No. My daughter smokes. May I not? How old are you? Fifteen. Oh, then I have to tell you. I don't care. What kind of cigarettes do you smoke? Why, what kind? Those, those are mine. Why are you interested in all this? The man was shot out of the window. Do you know the man, Miss Schöne? No. Do you know him? I know him from seeing him. Have you seen him more often? No, not more often. Well, that's it. Both were in the apartment, but didn't hear the shot. No, because... I know, I know, they washed in the kitchen, the water ran, the radio ran. Maybe we also had noises in the yard. Yes, cars, and the motorcycle, the motorcycle of Jochen Kaiser. Oh, so many people have gotten so excited. He lets it run and run, that you don't understand his own words. Who is the Kaiser? He lives above us. Oh, Miss Schöne, when did you tell your husband? At half past six. But he starts at six. And it goes on until one. Thank you. Miss Schöne, you will have to make your statement in writing again. Yes. And have to sign. Good night, Miss Schöne. Good night. What is it, Mama? Something is wrong with the woman. I also believe that you are not the truth. Tell me, do you want something? No, no, no. Pour it away. What are you laughing at? You should pour it away. My goodness. Two rooms have windows to the street. This one and the next room. I have rented it to a student. So you and this student live in this apartment? Mr. Heymann, yes, the two of us, nobody else. I am widowed. Mrs. Bassmann, did you hear the shot? Yes, I heard it. I was sitting here, here in the armchair. I heard the shot outside. Mr. Heymann came out of his room. This is it? Yes, that's right. He said, what was that? And I said, that was a shot. Then we heard running and shouting. We went to the window. And we saw the man lying on the street. Is Mr. Heymann there? No, I sent him to get a beer. Could we see the room? Yes, of course. What does Mr. Heymann study? Business administration. He is excellent. His works always stand out. The last one was rated very well. It's not an easy subject. Economic law. You have no witnesses? No. Nobody saw where the shot came from. We didn't see it either. And Mr. Heymann didn't. But the shot was fired from a window. Where was the man shot? In the back. In the back? My God. Excuse me. I saw many dead people in the war. Including some who were shot in the back. Do you want to look around further? No, thank you. That's enough. Who is Mr. Heymann? It's the police, Ingo. Come here. We're looking for apartments. The dead man was shot from a window on the street. Bring the bottles into the kitchen. Have you ever heard the name Ebinger? Is that the name of the dead man? Yes. No. Have you ever heard the name Ebinger, Ingo? Do you understand, Ingo? Did you find out anything? Why? What's your name? Me? Mr. Witzke. And where do you live? I live in the cellar. You ask me where I live. What do you want? My apartment? Why? But I told you... I don't care about the dead man on the street. I don't know the man. I have nothing to do with it. Can I deny you access to my apartment? Yes, you can. Then I'll do it. I close the door because I see my rights. Let him, Harry. The emperor doesn't let anyone in, does he? No. I think so. That's unpleasant for him. He would find out what's going on with him. What's going on with him? It goes in and out and in and out, you know. You should take a look at the figures. You get scared. You don't hear it. Come in. Come in. You can't hear anything here. You have to go to the bathroom. Come on. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Now he told you to be quiet, but that's no use. Now you hear. Now you come. What do you hear there? Men. Your voices. Although you speak very quietly, you can hear them very clearly. That's really strange. They are voices. A general murmur. Laughter. Sometimes even laughter. I'll go over there. Maybe he'll let us in after all. He says no. You'll see. I asked him myself. Mr. Kaiser, what's going on with you? There's always something going on. What do you think? What do you want? I told you not to come in here. Close the door. I know what's going on. You warned me. They want to hang something there. What's going on, Dad? What's going on? They want to go into the apartment. That's the police. No one has the right to search my apartment. Or do you have something in your hand? No. Don't play crazy. The man was shot out of the window and they have to go into the apartment. Come on, open up. Are you stupid? Didn't you hear? I'm not obligated to do that. What do you want to see? The rooms with the windows to the street. Oh, please. Here are the rooms. Yes, a bit much, isn't it? What are you looking for? Shoes? And? Satisfied? These are living rooms. Ordinary living rooms. I don't understand what you want to see. And what's that? That? That's my son's room. One moment, please. Wilfried, come here. They want to see your room. Show them. Okay. A bit arbitrary, isn't it? Well, find them. Do you like that? Yes. They don't work. They're just pieces. You can't shoot them. Just tell me, can you shoot them or not? No, not from those things. At least you're interested in weapons. Yes. That's not forbidden, is it? Do you have a real one? How did you get it? No, I don't. Did you hear the gunshots on the street? No, I wasn't there. I was on the road. I was on the road in my motorcycle. I didn't hear anything. Can anyone prove that? Yes. I... I can prove it. Can I ask you to do that? Yes, please. In a small, unguarded room, several Turkish-looking men sit and eat a Kerkish meal. Does anyone of you speak German? They don't speak German. Germany is good. Very good. Are the gentlemen reported to the police? What do you mean, reported to the police? Listen, they're from Anatolia. They're very poor pigs. So you're not reported to the police? What do you mean, reported to the police? Yes, you're illegal here. Illegal, illegal. The people work here. They're quiet and they're polite. And they take off their shoes before they enter the apartment. There's no drinking and no card games here. And they take care of cleanliness. Good night. There's a birdcage with people in it. What kind of people are they? They're Turks. Turks? Tell me, Mrs. Hintze, are you afraid of Mr. Kaiser? I didn't know they were Turks. Did he rent the room? Well, it's more like a chamber. He doesn't have a bathroom. Once again, it's not easy for our commissioner to find the perpetrator. Aren't you working? Isn't it already very late? It's not late. It's already midnight. You have a very difficult exam tomorrow. Another hour. I'm fine, Mrs. Bassmann. Would you like another coffee? I'm fine. Thank you, Mrs. Bassmann. While others have a day off, the commissioner is still on duty, even at 10 p.m. What else do you want to know? I really can't tell you anymore. Yes, you can. You can tell us who else was in the apartment. But no one. You had a visitor. He was here in the room, playing music and smoking cigarettes. This man shot Mr. Ewinger out of one of these windows. What? No. But no, out of the window... A man shot, yes. So who was in your apartment? But no one, Mr. Commissioner. I'm telling you there was no one here. There was no one here, Hanni. I already told you. Mrs. Schön, I'm not leaving until you tell me. Who has a cigarette here without a mouthpiece? There was no one here. Oh, not the parents. Yes. I understand, yes. But she's sleeping. I gave her a remedy. Take a look at her, please, Doctor. Ernst, please come in. I'm sorry. Oh, great. The parents. Please leave us alone. Are you married? No, I'm divorced. Children? Yes, children, yes. Meanwhile, the commissioner continues his interrogation. Why don't you say who was here? There was someone here, I know it. Mrs. Schön, I have to interrogate you, even if it takes all night. What time is it? Half past one. My husband comes home at one. Honey. What, what do you always say, honey? I say you heard music. No. You can't take offense that you heard music. He beats me to death. I was there. I can still say that I was there. Half an hour of music, nothing more. He caught me in the basement. He said the next time he beats me to death. Get out, honey. It's... The son of the landlord downstairs. Heseling. Kurt Heseling, he was here. If my husband finds out, I can hang myself. The son of the landlord? How old is he? Sixteen. And he was up here? Yes. And he visited your daughter? No. Oh, he visited you? You heard the shot, Mrs. Schön. Yes. And where were you at that moment? In the bedroom. But not alone? No. So you were together with the sixteen-year-old boy? Yes. And where was your daughter? In her room. Did you know that... I gave her money so that she wouldn't say anything. Did she take it? Yes, she took it. How often was the boy up here? Come on. What's not behind doors? Well, if you look behind it... Take a look at the boy, will you? Yes, sir. That's right. Did Mrs. Schön visit you? Good evening, Mrs. Bassmann. What happened? Oh, nothing, nothing concrete, anyway. Would you like something to drink? It depends on what you have. An old port. Oh, yes, I'd like a glass. Thank you. Tell me, is your landlord still around? Yes, he is. He has an exam tomorrow, that's why he stays up all night. Here you are. Thank you. So you didn't say anything concrete? No. Hardly anyone knows the man who was shot. Well, I've never seen him. And Heimann doesn't know him either? May I? Yes, please. How could he? He's sitting at the desk all the time. I met him at the restaurant downstairs. Heimann? He doesn't go there. He was downstairs an hour ago. He got a beer. He doesn't need to go to the restaurant. They have a street bar. No. He doesn't know the dead as much as I do. Can I disturb him? Well, if you have to. The commissioner is over there. Good evening. Well, are you making progress? Yes, thank you, I'm fine. You're memorizing? Yes, I'm going through everything again. Are you making mistakes? No. Then think about it tomorrow, that you knew everything today. That will strengthen your self-confidence. I will think about it. Okay, Mrs. Bassmann. Are you tired? No, no. Then you'll go through it again for sure. Do you want anything else from him? No. No? Thank you. You take good care of him. Yes, I do. He wouldn't be alone. He owes everything to me. I also pay for his studies, you know. And why do you do that? Because I believe in him. He has skills. He's really excellent. A gun? Who told him he had a gun? There is a testimony about it. A testimony? Where is he anyway? I think he's out with his machine around the area. I see. Then take another testimony. About me. He came to me with that thing. With what thing? He's a shooter. And I said, are you crazy? What do you want with it? Shoot, maybe? I took the thing away. I just did. And brought it down. And threw it in the garbage can. Well, that's four weeks ago now. And that's my testimony. Mr. Kaiser. Yes, what is it? Mr. Kaiser, it's about the Turks. What about the Turks? Because you don't have a bathroom. They can take a bath with me. Unfortunately, I don't have time for that now. Harry is still looking for the murder weapon. And this time he finds it. What is that? Don't touch it. Is that the gun? Yes, I think that's it. But why? Yes, I'd like to take another one. It's really excellent. I'm glad you like it. Thank you. How long have you known Mr. Heimann? Five years. He used to deliver laundry packages. I liked him because he was friendly. Friendly and polite and... Yes, submissive. He never learned to enforce his will, to set a goal, to pursue it. How did you get the idea to let him study? He was intelligent, I saw that. And I saw that he didn't do anything wrong. He behaved like most people, who treat their mind as if they didn't have one. That's typical. And it's something that has always caused my contradiction. So you're saying he should study? Yes. He had to catch up with middle school. We took the second education route. And he agreed with everything? Yes, of course he did. It was his chance. Well, then he must be very grateful to you. Yes, he is. Of course he is. Without me, he would still be delivering laundry. He knows that. You know, I give him something he doesn't have. He has no discipline, no determination. He is unable to act on his own, because he is weak, soft. Soft and... fearful. Weak, soft and fearful. I know why you ask me all this, Mr. Commissioner. But it's really the opposite of a murderer. Excuse me, please. You're still here? Yes. I'll just get myself some coffee. You're wanted, Mr. Commissioner. Yes, yes, thank you. Excuse me. I just wanted to get myself some coffee. I should freshen you up. No, no, not then. And Kaiser swears that he took this gun away from his son four weeks ago. He threw it in a garbage can. In a garbage can? Down here? In the yard? Yes. Mr. Commissioner, is this really the murder weapon? Yes, let's find out. Send it to the lab. That means, wait a minute. Give it to me. And you go over to the girl. She's going to sleep. Then wake her up. She should stand by the window, yes? And send me further up. Can't you have a glass with you? Why are you looking at me? You have an exam tomorrow. Yes, yes, of course. At most a glass. That won't kill you, will it? You have a terrible nervousness before exams. Why don't you sit down? I'm not quite finished yet. Stay here. The commissioner wants to take a picture of you. Well, I heard you took your clothes off. And now you're studying business administration. Yes. And how long ago? Only in the sixth semester. He did it. I can say that he did it. Was it very exhausting? No, it wasn't. And you were sitting at the desk when you heard the shot? But he already said that. No, you said it. Where did you sit, Ingo? At the desk. I sat over there at the desk. We talk all the time about the exam he has in front of him. He has to work. Come with me. I said, come with me. What's that supposed to mean? What do you want from him? Maybe you could stand by the window and put on both curtains. By the window? Why? Does the young man who sits there day and night have anything to do with it? It's possible. Wait a moment. I'll get dressed. So where were you when the shot went off? I didn't ask you. Where were you? Was it open before? Please, he should say it. Or was it closed? You'll find out. Yes, it was open. Do you see the girl? Why don't you answer? I don't see any point. Not in all your questions. Why did you do that? Can't you stand the sight of this girl? Or what's your reason? Yes, please. Mrs. Bassmann. You're under arrest. Please continue. What am I? You're arresting me? Yes. Please continue. Why? What do you want from me? Come, Mrs. Bassmann. Ingo! Is that your coat? Yes, but you have to tell me a reason. Please. No one can force you to make statements. Do you hear? No one. You have the right to make statements. Come, Mrs. Bassmann. Don't answer any questions you don't understand. Mrs. Bassmann, please. Do you understand? Say you understand. Ingo! Now let's talk. You don't have any money of your own? Me? No. Any loans from your parents? My parents are no longer alive. You live here rent-free? Yes. And the food? Mrs. Bassmann. Everything Mrs. Bassmann. So you're completely dependent on her? Yes. She pays for everything. Why does she do that? Why? She didn't explain it. It's all very generous of her. Why does she do that? I don't know why she does it. In any case, you study because she wants it that way. Do you like her, Mrs. Bassmann? Why shouldn't I like her? After all, she demands a lot from you. You sit at the desk all night. Do you learn easily? Easily? Or is it hard for you? I don't know. You have to know whether it's easy or hard for you to learn. Don't you know that? I don't know. Do you make an effort? Yes. It costs you a lot of effort. You could say that. Yes. And Mrs. Bassmann helps you, of course. She takes care of you. Yes. So you get your food, your drink. She has made a kind of schedule for you. Yes, she did. And you help her, of course. A little bit in the household, too. What do you mean? For example, you take the waste bucket down to the yard. The waste bucket? Yes. You take it down to the yard and empty it in one of the garbage cans. I assume. Yes. And four weeks ago, you found this in one of the garbage cans. Here, this gun. Where did you have it? On the desk, maybe? Or in the drawer? So you just had to pull it out, take the gun out and push it down. Why did you shoot Ebinger? Why? You took Mrs. Bassmann with you? How did she get it? It was her. She's from the police station. Karin, Mr. Reimann has been arrested. Come here. The young man was? Yes, he confessed. And Mrs. Bassmann? She knew. She's basically the one to blame. But no court in the world will be able to judge her for that. Why? She just overwhelmed the boy, you know? Her whole milking activity was a kind of terror. Yes, actually, naked terror. And the boy wanted to free himself. I don't understand that. Well, he felt like a prisoner. And to make matters worse, he found the gun. He shot at someone who was free. Out of hate, out of envy. And out of panic before this freedom. Because he's weak, soft and fearful. Excuse me, please. You can go to sleep, by the way. There's nothing left to see here. Very sovereign and cold as a dog's snout, the old grumpy commissioner says goodbye to you. Thank you for being here. Thank you for a like. And see you soon here on YouTube, the channel for well-being.