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A robbery at a parking lot goes horribly wrong when the victim
(Wolfried Lier) tears the license plate off his assailants' car and is
shot dead for it. Then the robbers make a hasty escape but fail to collect
their license plate - which leads inspector Keller (Erik Ode) and his
assistants Harry (Fritz Wepper) and Robert (Reinhard Glemnitz) to the
owner of the car, Jürgen Boszilke (Werner Pochath), and Keller's soon
convinced that he and his brother Karl (Fred Haltiner) are the culprits,
despite their (flimsy) alibis. But it's their mother's (Marianne Hoppe)
tireless efforts to prove them innocent that convinces him of their guilt.
Then though, another couple is robbed at a parking lot, and they managed
to catch a glimpse of the license plate number - and it's the number of
Jürgen's car, even though he and Karl were in police custody, and the car
hasn't been moved all night. So Keller has no choice but to let Jürgen
and Karl go, but he sends his assistant Walter (Günther Schramm) to pay a
visit to a neighbourhood pub undercover, to keep a good watch on Mother
Boszilke - and he's quick to figure that the woman and the innkeeper
Gierke (Günther Neutze) are conspiring. But he's soon sidetracked by a
local (Ida Krottendorf) who runs a nearby café and who has taken an
instant liking in him. Keller, Robert and Harry now pay constant visits to
Gierke's pub, which puts increasing strain not only on him but also
Jürgen, Karl and their mother, and even their father (Johannes Heesters),
who tries to stay out of everything. And eventually, Keller and company
find evidence that Gierke has rented a car for the night of the second
robbery, a robbery he and his son committed - and why? Because his son was
involved in the former robbery with the Boszilkes, and it was actually him
who fired the lethal shot. Not a great piece of crime TV, but
an episode that has everything one has come to like about Der
Kommissar - if not exactly for the right reasons: The stilted and
unnatural dialogue, shameless overacting (especially on Marianne Hoppe's
part), weird side characters (like guitar player Raúl Fernández, who
seems to do nothing but sing and play songs all hours of the day and
night), an over-convoluted and yet simplistic story, and of course plenty
of alcohol. Not great, but great nostalgic fun for sure.
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