BESSERE KREISE #krimihörspiel #retro LUTZ MACKENZIE

KOPFKINDO at Hör mal zu. Thank you for your attention. For you, this is Mr. Thursday, or Sir. You're only here to fill in the gaps. Any questions? No? Good. I thought it was about a missing person. You said something about murder. It is a murder, yes. Maybe even a sexual offence. The way they walk around today and show everything. We're just missing the body. Your area of expertise? MacLeish office. Service book, calls and all incoming information. Yes, Sir. E. Morse, your boss says you know the area well. Were you here at the college? Is that true? Distribute them here. And door to door. You can't see it, but she has red hair. Well developed for her age. Someone must have seen her. Shops, offices, trains, commuters. Commuters? If she left the city by train on Saturday, it's unlikely... ...that the people from the week ran over her. Don't you think so? I don't think so. I follow orders. If someone's looking for me, I'm with the boss. Ignoring his lines, Ibikus may be best known... ...for how he died. By robbers. Wounded and dying, Ibikus looked up... ...and saw a swarm of cranes flying over him. And he exclaimed, These birds will be my avengers. His killers went to Corinth, where, as Plutarch reports... ...one of them jokingly exclaimed, Behold, the avengers of Ibikus. Only you and two other gentlemen live here at the moment. Mr. Goldberg and Mr. McCann. The two of them are very nice. At 6.30 a.m. there's usually food. But I can also cook you an egg. That's very kind of you, Mrs. Crabbin. But I'll get myself something on the way. Then you can settle down here. Morris. Sir. Karshel Newtown. I'm just looking at the files on the Tremlitt case. Mary Tremlitt. Fifteen years old. She was last seen on Saturday at 4 p.m. ...when she allegedly wanted to go to the movies with a girl. Valerie... Quill. ...only denies such an appointment. No friend. No trouble at home. So it's unlikely that she ran away. That's all. Not much. What's the rule in such cases? I went through this list of things from your room. There's a copy of the Oxford English Verse on your bed. Along with the Shropshire Lad and the Benjamin poems. Young people love poetry. Young girls like Mary Tremlitt? Too high for a girl whose father only works at the tap? Is that what you mean? No, I mean that these are very expensive expenses. Too expensive for the wallet of a schoolgirl, I would think. It just seemed strange to me. Nothing else. And maybe a gift? From the parents, maybe? A school prize. There is an official direction in which we investigate murders. And poems don't happen. Does Mary just happen to love poetry, Mr. Tremlitt? She has a nice handwriting. The teachers praised her for it. She's doing very well on the last train. Sharon, my eldest, she's visiting. Police. Good day, Miss Tremlitt. Mrs. Wheelie. I had a few of your essays read to me before class. I don't hate it anymore. Find her, please. Find our Mary. So you weren't here on Saturday? I was there in the afternoon to have tea with Dad, but then I went straight home. Around five. Where do you live? Droidwich. We had a delivery on Sunday, you know? Freeman, Hardy and Willis. I'm like the second force there. He sells carpets. He's a salesman. We're not together anymore. Do you have a close relationship with your sister, Mrs. Wheelie? Not really. It's probably just a play to get attention. Why do you say that? When Marmloch was alive, she was completely drawn to him. Dad too. He got everything she wanted. Morning. Hey, hey. What do you have there? Mary Tremlitt's poem. And what about it? I don't know yet. Probably nothing. Where the hell were you? We have a suicide in the trap. Unknown male person. It's your turn. Good morning. Not for this poor guy. And who are you? Morse. Detective Constable. Divided from Newtown. You are the pathologist, I assume. I can only hope for you, right? Otherwise I would have messed up everything at your nice crime scene. Mr. Brin. So it is a crime after all. It was supposed to be suicide. Looks like it. Simple wound on the right eye. Typical star-shaped scar on the skin around the wound. Together with the contact misfires, it is likely that the weapon was fired from the nearest vicinity. As you can see. Yes, I believe you. We are a little over-sensitive, aren't we? As a detective, you won't get far if you're not ready to see death in the eye. The weapon is a Webley Mark VI, if you're interested. Standard army model, caliber .455. So not quite as stupid, huh? Not quite. Time of death? Yesterday, between eight and midnight. Did he leave anything behind? Except for his lifeless body on the wheel. I thought more of a message. I didn't get anything. Maybe you have more luck at home. I found that in his bag. Miles Percival. The address is in Jericho. Detective Constable Morse. Oxford City Police. Mr... Lomax. Brian Lomax. I assume that Miles Percival lives here. Have you known him for a long time? Two years. We sang together in the choir for a while. When was the last time you saw him? Yesterday. In college. How did he look to you? Did he have any worries? No. And lately? Anything unusual? Money problems? College? Lovelornness? He has nothing in the old world. You are from Australia, Mr. Lomax? Right. Where exactly? From Sydney. And you weren't worried that he didn't come home yesterday? No, I was on duty until the closing time. When I came back, I thought... He's probably already sleeping. Did you know that he has a gun? The grandfather's? I have to talk to his teacher. Sure. He teaches over there at Lonsdale. Morse. Good God! Hello, Alex. Hey, I don't believe it. What the hell are you doing here? I have to see a colleague of yours. Dr. Strumming. What do you have to do with him? A few investigations. I'm with the police. Police? The last thing I heard was that you were with the alien legion. What happened? Wasn't that it? I was with the Royal Signals. And no. That was nothing. Well, you have to marry well, you know? If you want to get ahead here, half of it counts. Morse, have you already taken the leap? Not yet. Good. It was nice to see you, Morse. Very nice. A little advice. Among old friends. Whatever you plan to do in college, be careful. They don't like too indiscreet questions here. Not even the same as yours. I don't know if I ever was. No. Get in touch. Let's go eat. Then we'll talk properly. What can I do for you, Mr. Morse? Actually, I'm... Well, Detective Constable Morse. City Police. I'm here because of a student of his. A Miles Percival? Oh, yes. I'm sorry to say this, but he was found dead this morning. Oh, my God. How terrible. Was it a car accident or something? We believe he killed himself. Do you have any idea why he might have wanted to kill himself? No. Good. His work has been getting worse and worse lately. He's been missing tutorials. He's been drinking. I heard he was religious. He was pretty tense. My poor, poor boy. I need the name and address of the man who created your Saturday riddle. You're not lucky. He's anonymous, like most of them. Oh, you're going to send his ID somewhere, aren't you? ID? We're in Oxford. That's what they do for the honor. When is it usually brought? The riddle for Saturday. Last Wednesday, with the first mail. It was printed on Thursday. And last week? It came too late. There was quite a stir. In the end, a young man brought it over. And what did he look like? A student, I suppose. He gave us a hand. I only saw him for a moment. Maybe I could talk to this help. You'll have to go to the Cairngorm Mountains. Hiking holiday, as far as I know. Since Monday. All right. If you can think of anything else. Of course. Thank you. Ah, Friday must be corned beef. Ha, I was right. As far as reliability is concerned, the sun, moon and stars are nothing compared to my wife. What was last night? There's something I wanted to mention, sir. Mary Tremlitt's poems. I thought that was over. I know, but they're not just bound. They're first editions, sir. They're quite valuable. I see. That means you were there. Good. Tell me on the way. Mary Tremlitt has a few poems lying in her bed. First editions. She marked certain poems with crossword puzzles from the Oxford Mail. From the Saturday edition. All created by a certain Oss. Oss? That means like the magician? Yes, that's what it says. But the thing is, she always filled out only two solution words in her puzzle. These two. The first horizontal and the last vertical. The vertical is a number, and always. Five gold rings, six. Egg-laying goose, and so on. But the horizontal word always refers to a place within or outside of Oxford, which is mentioned in the poems. Is that all? No, sir, not quite. The puzzle that came out the day she disappeared refers to a poem by Matthew Arnold, the scholar Gypsy. In it, Bagley Wood is mentioned. Bagley Wood? The vertical solution is the number eight. I just thought it could be a time or a meeting point. You think someone is meeting secretly with the little one, yes? Through a crossword puzzle in the Oxford Mail? Extraordinary, isn't it? You could call it that. I beg your pardon, but I've never heard such a big bang before. Seems a little too imaginative, Fred. Very far fetched. Bagley Wood, have you actually already completed the suicide trap? Then I suggest you take care of your duties and stop making fun of yourself. Just came from the newsroom, sir. Suspects found a corpse. A young woman, red-haired. Seems to be Mary Tremlett. Where exactly? In Cannington. Out in Bagley Wood. What did I miss? Confused. With her own bear. First, a severe blow to the head. However, she was not abused, according to Dr. de Brin. Then why was she undressed? Well, maybe the ghost was feisty. She was pregnant at some point in the last six months. According to the doctor, a very professional job. So there was a boyfriend after all. Our ex? During the search, a man's wristwatch was found near the site. The dial was demolished, so we know the time of death. Exactly 8.18. Oh, and then her stomach content. Half a liter of schnitzel. Are you here because of Mary? We were the best friends before she connected to Valerie's clicker. Don't you belong to it? Don't worry, it's all little flicks. They've been whining to us all the time. Last year, Valerie and Mary got along great. And two weeks ago, they had a terrible fight. Do you know how it happened? Mary thought Valerie wanted to get rid of the guy. The fight was very fierce. Has Mary ever mentioned a boy named Oz? As a nickname maybe? Not to me. And what's Mary's boyfriend's name? Johnny Franks. He's a car mechanic. Works in the workshop over there in Parktown. Valerie's clicker meets there. It's an absolute gem, isn't it? Nine months old, 3,000 on the clock, and he's leaving. Mr. Samuels? You can call me Teddy. Detective Constable Moss, City Police. What can I do for you? I'd like to speak to one of your mechanics, Johnny Franks. He's not in trouble, is he? I know a few of you. They'll make sure I work clean. And I'll make sure my boys do, too. All right, come with me. Where were you Saturday evening, Mr. Franks? Railway Arms in Didcote. Can anyone prove that? Yeah, the whole team. Darts. I play in the league. We were away on Saturday in Didcote. And when was that over? About 11. I guess I was home around midnight. As I heard, you knew Mary Tremlett? Yeah, from afar. That was more than just from afar, wasn't it? You were her boyfriend. Where did you get that? Listen, I've got a few girls at the start, but Mary wasn't one of them. I may have talked to her a few times, but it didn't go any further. And what about Valerie Quillen? She had a fight with Mary. Because of you. A few weeks ago. No, I don't know anything about that. There are a lot of young girls hanging around in the workshops here, Constable. They're crazy about boys. That's how they are at their age. Well, if they get involved, what can you do? Mary really had a boyfriend, but I didn't know. Miles something... Someone from college, something with a P. Miles Percival? Yeah, that's right. Miles Percival. If you want to know anything about Mary, talk to him. Mary broke up with Miles six months ago. Did he sleep with her? What kind of question is that? She was 15. He wanted to marry her, for God's sake. He wanted to save up for her. Was Miles a fan of crossword puzzles, Mr. Lomax? Miles? Oh, God, no. No, he found crossword puzzles terrible. He didn't even have the head for it. I drove him crazy with it. Listen, you have no idea how crazy he was. It was intense. After she had left him, he was either drunk or he... In the end, he was convinced that she was with someone else. Who did he think he was? He thought it was me? That's absurd. But you knew her. Miles brought her to a drink. She seemed extremely sympathetic and pretty excited. Yeah, really, it was just such a nonsense. One of the younger teachers said it would be a shame if we didn't have more people like that at the university. Like what? People of your class. The wine had already worked, I suppose. Reese wanted to make a joke about whether we, with a little help from the treasurer, could convince her that she was a student. At Lady Matilda's, you know? Alexander Reese? Why, don't you know him? Yes. It was supposed to scare the treasurer to death if he heard that we were making fun of Pindar's fine monostrophic odor in the street and not academically. And was he scared to death? No, in the end, no one ever got the chance to. Does that mean you couldn't convince Mary to join your nice little game? No, on the contrary. She was very excited. Someone was interested in her. I suspect she even felt smothered. I can imagine that very well. If you have any more questions, Moss, you'll have to come with me. When was the last time you saw Mary? Sometime in the spring. And how often during class? Once a week, every 14 days. After the lectures. And depending on how you managed to get in between. Now that you knew Mary, I have to ask you where you were on Saturday night. At home. Can anyone confirm that? My wife. You had choir rehearsal on Saturday night, didn't you? Listen. Whatever Miles Percival may have believed, my relationship to Mary Tremlett was based entirely on an academic experiment. I'll just say one thing, you timed that pretty well, honestly. Nice food and one or two glasses of damn good red wine. Free and free of charge. Oh, not necessary. Doesn't have to be. On duty, I assume. I have to talk to you about something. Mary Tremlett. The bet you had with Ron Strumming. Oh, I understand. I had already wondered why you were sneaking around here in college. Was there more to her relationship? I mean, other than this bet? No, I can't imagine that. Too little in the blouse and for my taste, too much odalisque, my friend. Everything with fries, I suppose. She's from Cali. You weren't so cruel before. Poor old mouse. You were never made for Oxford. So damn decent, so correct. Detective Constable Morse. What brings you here? A wanderer came from an old country and said, a huge picture of stone stands in the desert, leg by leg. And on the pedestal is written, My name is Ozymandias, king of all kings. See my works, your might and prosperity. I don't understand, unfortunately. Oh, I think so. Dr. Strumming. Or do you prefer Oz? Ozymandias. See my works, your might and prosperity. I know, crossword puzzle authors are not famous for their lack of self-confidence. The kind teacher who teaches wisdom to the young and eager student. It may have even started like that. But it didn't stop like that, right? What happened, Dr. Strumming? Did you get tired again as soon as the shine was off? You didn't want to go quiet. Is that why you lured her to Bagley Wood? What? Here it is, Doctor. And it's black on white. One was right. Where most of the time in the grass on the edge of the path the gypsies set up their smoky tents. Answer six and four, Bagley Wood. Last one, vertically. How many cowgirls? Four letters. Answer eight. I don't understand. You understand too well, Doctor. You wanted to meet Mary Tremlitt on Saturday around eight o'clock in Bagley Wood when your wife was at the choir rehearsal and couldn't hear anything. I didn't use this Bagley Wood. At least not last Saturday. The place was Hinksey. And it was six o'clock and not eight. Every crossword riddle author who is worthy of the title has a few riddles in advance in case he gets sick or... Here. See? Hinksey. Six o'clock. I wanted to send this riddle. That's why she didn't show up. I sent the wrong riddle. Rowan gave me the envelope so I could throw it in as usual. But through the choir rehearsals I had completely forgotten. On Wednesday he was still standing on the fireplace. I wanted to bring him into town when one of Rowan's students knocked on the door. A boy named Miles. Miles Percival? Yes, that's right. I know him from the choir. Rowan wasn't there. And to save me a way I asked him if he could give me the envelope. Did he say what he wanted from your husband? No, I assumed it was about college. But ask him. He will certainly confirm it. Miles Percival is dead. He shot himself. That's why I wanted to talk to your husband. Can you tell me where Dr. Strumming was on Saturday night? Where he was? He was here. Are you sure? You have choir rehearsals every Saturday night, don't you? When I left, he was in his room. That was around six o'clock. When I came back, he was still there. Detective Constable... What time was that? Around eleven. When I got to the car after rehearsals I had a flat tire and... I had to wait forever for help. Please, what's going on here? It's a very delicate question, Mrs. Strumming, but I have to ask you. Is your wife really happy? You never had a reason to doubt your husband? I never had a reason to doubt my husband. I'm begging you. Not for a moment. I have to go to rehearsals now. Do you have a minute, sir? Strumming planned the whole thing to the last detail. I think he even went so far as to tear his wife's tire so that he would come home before her. She assumes he was there the whole time. So he lures the young girl to Begleywood on Saturday night and kills her so that it doesn't turn out that they had an affair. And his alibi? Did he have one for the questionable time? He was in Hinksey. What was he doing in Hinksey? Waiting for Mary. He says that was the actual meeting point for the 12th. Only he had falsely sent the riddle to the Oxford Mail for the 19th. Did anyone see him in Hinksey? No. He's lying. I know it. What do you mean, sir? If Strumming really is this Oz, it can work. Come with me. He killed her on Saturday night, you say? Then I think you should wait a little longer, sir. I have a vet downstairs who swears that he saw Mary Tremlitt alive at 6 o'clock and that on Sunday morning. Well, I was at Sherry's Farm, about 2 o'clock. There was a stab wound, which is usually not a big problem, but the calf had wrapped itself around the neck. After it was released at 5 o'clock, I packed my stuff and then I drove home around half past. Anyway, I was just passing by at the intersection to Clinton and there she was, waiting for the bus. What time was that? Oh, it was 6 o'clock. The radio program had just started with the news. What did the little one look like? Red-haired, as written in the newspaper. And she was wearing such a dress, with a ... I don't know what it's called, with a wide, large cross-stripe. Green and white, I mean. You were 12 hours away. The time of death was not 8.16 on Saturday evening, but 8.16 on Sunday morning. According to the vet, she was waiting for the first bus to Woodstock. Do you believe him? Why shouldn't I? He identified the dress. I talked to Mrs. Stroming, sir. At 8.16 she was in the church. She and her husband, St. Xavier from Bicar, confirmed. What did Stroming have to do with it? He may have had an affair with her, but the rest never, right? But she was found in Bagley Wood. He sent the wrong riddle, as he says. Mary Tremlett goes there, Stroming never shows up. Why didn't she go home then? Where did she hide all night until she noticed the vet at the bus stop on Sunday morning? Where have you been, Jenny? Mary introduced me to this man recently. He gave such parties. A big house in Wolvercote. We thought it might be funny, but it wasn't. And last Saturday, Mary was there? A few of us went there. Me, Val. Mary left early, around 7 o'clock. There was a fight because of that. He didn't want her to go. Who didn't want it? Who threw these parties? Do you know the age limit for reasonable sexual intercourse? And what does the law say about the crime of harassment? Could you please take care of these gentlemen? Yes, of course. Please, sir. Madam! You have a very good deal going on here. I hope I have more going on when I'm done here. Mary Tremlett has regularly participated in your parties with other girls from the Cowley Road School. I want the names and addresses but I don't care what you say. I'm a very honorable member of the Oxford business community and I'm being treated like that. Otherwise, you can only regulate traffic on the corner. Now get out of my office before I break your legs, you little bastard. Get out! You were at Teddy Samuel's. He's throwing parties in a huge palace in Wolvercote with minors. Mary Tremlett was there Saturday night. I don't care where she was. Percival picked her up. Yes, but he would have had to hold on to her, wouldn't he? It's not so easy without a car. Damn it! What do you think you're doing? Well, investigating. And who allowed you to do that? It was me. Did you want to say something, monkey? I'm sure you know what kind of people Teddy is messing with. I know he's got her in his pocket. 500 a month, so she can look away from stolen cars regularly. Bad enough. But this is about the murder of a young woman. There are others involved. Oh, I know. This Teddy Samuels makes half the city dance to his tune. The whole council. Judges, churchmen, city councillors, ministers. Do you honestly believe you can mess with them, Fred? I've scratched myself better than you from the soles of your shoes, so you'll get one in your skull. I don't care who you're playing the parent for or who your friends are. If you get in my way, I'll break you. Mr. Samuels suddenly got a nosebleed. He's supposed to lay his head on his neck, I told him. Are we done, Teddy? You've made a big mistake. Yes, and then we're already two. You can keep the cloth. I've been wondering for a long time why no one wanted to follow a gangster like Samuels. Especially not Crisp. You could have told me that. I couldn't trust my own people, especially not a stranger. Mars, Detective Chief Superintendent Crisp will see you. Is that true? I advise you to think carefully before you answer this question. This is a very serious accusation. Did Inspector Thirsty beat up Teddy Samuels? No, sir. Then pack your things right away. I want you to take the next train to your damn castle in Newtown or wherever you come from. I have no use for people who make trouble. My resignation. They've been burning me a hole in my pocket all week. Please make sure that you are properly directed. Get out! Has Mary ever mentioned a certain Teddy? He runs a car dealership down in Parktown. She never mentioned this name. Or Sharon? So that means she got involved with this guy, yes? We are interested in anyone you may have met through him. Samuels insurance against excessive curiosity of the police. A bad case of blackmail. God knows I would have done the same if it had been my daughter. I've burned all the negatives. All of them. Jenny doesn't have to worry about me anymore. And neither does she. Sir. Who else was involved? Basically, only you, me and Morse. You can rely on his discretion. He's a good boy. If we had stepped in he wouldn't have pressured us. Sharon! He had to pay for Mary. I knew he was a bad guy, but I never thought his own daughter... You and Teddy Samuels? Summer of 49. Mom and Dad said I shouldn't ruin my life with a child so young. So you took her in. Teddy didn't want anything to do with it. He threatened me if I said anything. And then you showed up here. It all came back to me. I'm sorry. What's the story with Mary Tremlett's clothes? Oh. Mary's bra size was 80C. But you know, the dress next to her body was only size small. It's clear she could never fit in there. Did you buy it from an admirer? That's what I thought when I saw the sizes of the women's clothes. Let McLeish list the local dealers. In the meantime, we'll talk to our friend Teddy. Maybe he'll feel more like himself this morning. I hope you can tell us how your London phone number got into the hands of a schoolgirl who was murdered last Sunday in Bagley Wood. My phone number? Flaxman 1728. That's your phone number? Yes, it is, but... How did this young thing get in there? I'm afraid I don't have the slightest idea. Her name was Mary Tremlett. Red hair. She was one of the young girls you'd meet at Teddy Samuel's parties. You were at one last Saturday in Wolvercote. No, I don't think so. That sounds pretty disgusting. Did you argue about being there, Mr. Minister? Yes, of course. And as long as you don't have any evidence for the contrary, this meeting is unfortunately over. A minister of the crown. We need more than a phone number to... There's still your dress, Moss. When Lovell was the secret admirer and we find him who sold it to him... Can we get him in touch with Mary? Has McLeish already made a list? Yes, he should. Then get ready and I'll bring Crisp to the nearest town. It's terrible that it all started as a joke. As a bet between two idiots who should have known better. Enchanted by Stromming's attention and maybe she even believed she was in love with him, Mary Tremlett fell into this affair. She left the young man she had been with until then. Worried, Miles Percival trusted his fears of the person he assumed to be Dr. Stromming. Instead of putting her husband at risk and risking losing him forever, she came up with an idea. Exchanging the two riddles was the easiest part. But she needed someone to blame. Saturday evening, Mary Tremlett left Samuel's party in the direction of Bagley Wood where she thought she would meet her lover. But it wasn't Dr. Stromming she met there. I think Rosalind Stromming was waiting for something in her way. She pulled Mary Tremlett out and put the green-white party dress next to her body. One dress, not that dress. There were two. The next morning everyone who passed by the bus stop saw exactly what Rosalind Stromming had planned. A red-haired woman in a green dress with black and white stripes that in the end everyone thinks is Mary Tremlett. I doubt that we will ever see her again. It was an act. All that was left was to deliver the murder of Mary to the police. It was essential for her plan that the two dresses looked exactly the same. Unfortunately she didn't think that she was wearing two sizes smaller than Mary. The saleswoman immediately remembered the beautiful woman with the diamond earrings and the black and white stripes that in the end everyone thinks is Mary Tremlett.