The world of crime is topsy-turvy: an alleged perpetrator wants to convince Hanns von Meuffels of his guilt. But the inspector doesn’t want to know anything about it.
Jens Baumann (Karl Markovics, r.) wants Commissioner von Meuffels (Matthias Brandt) to finally believe that he is the culprit. Photo: Philipp Haberlandt/Wiedemann & Berg/BR
"Haffling didn’t do it," says Jens Baumann, "I killed her." Back then, in June 2006, that was, he says. "I can no longer live with this guilt." Inspector von Meuffels (Matthias Brandt) has no desire to deal with this maniac. The file is closed. Why is this Baumann annoying now? "There’s this voice that says you have to turn yourself in," he says. Now that Haffling is dead, he says.
Haffling had been abused in jail a few days earlier, then gone to his cell to put on a Heintje CD ("Ich bin Dir ein Schloss") and hang himself.
"Arrest me, please," pleads Baumann, played grandiosely by Karl Markovics. "Go to a psychiatrist," von Meuffels replies curtly – and instructs his colleague to send Baumann to the Psychological Service.
In Munich’s "Polizeiruf 110: Und vergib uns unsere Schuld," writers Alexander Buresch and Matthias Pacht and director Marco Kreuzpaintner break with the usual Sunday evening crime thriller principles. Normally, there’s either the hunt for the evil stranger or you can watch the detectives trying to convict a perpetrator the audience already knows. But this "Polizeiruf" has an "approach that I hadn’t seen before," as Kreuzpaintner says: "That the perpetrator has to convince the commissioner of his crime. An ironic twist on the whole genre."
"Polizeiruf 110: Und vergib uns unsere Schuld"; Director: Marco Kreuzpaintner; Screenplay: Alexander Buresch, Matthias Pacht; Cast: Matthias Brandt, Karl Markovics, Lola Dockhorn, ARD, Sunday, 8:15 p.m.
"Just tell me how it was"
And Baumann doesn’t let up. He pursues von Meuffels. He shows him on a map where the body should lie. "You can’t be indifferent to that!" And of course von Meuffels does care in the long run. He looks back at the old interrogations he had with Haffling, this fat, sweaty kid, in 2006, when everyone was out there celebrating a summer fairy tale. "You’re not telling me the truth," he hears himself say. And, "I don’t believe you." And, "Just tell me how it was." Von Meuffels looks away for a moment, takes off his glasses. He knows that nothing is simple. Nevertheless, he said it. It makes him uncomfortable – and it feeds his doubts.
He travels once again to the home village of the victim, Miri, questions the parents, the ex-boyfriend, and gets Baumann to tell him everything in detail. Can this be true? Is the nutcase right? Does von Meuffels even want him to be right, or is he looking for evidence for his original theory, for the old culprit? It’s a mind game, with flashbacks revealing the tragedy of such a crime, and current events showing how many victims such a murder and the investigation afterwards leave behind. A strong "Polizeiruf".