A child is gone. seven weeks old The red stroller was just standing there. The mother Lana Stokowsky (Hannah Schiller) screams her heart out, but life around her, in the pedestrian zone in Magdeburg, simply rolls over her, as it has always rolled over her. In the police station, one of the situation briefings says that the woman was “quite casual” with her daughter. Maybe someone kidnapped her because she was “such a miserable mother”. Chief Inspector Doreen Brasch (Claudia Michelsen) tells him in an icy voice that he should stop with the “shit”. And then that’s the end of it. With the world of good and bad, of black and white. The police call “You belong to me”, the first Sunday thriller after the summer break, is great precisely because it works on the nuances between the poles of certainty.
TV viewers know the kidnapper from the first minutes. You know that it is a woman, Inga Werner (great: Franziska Hartmann), who lost her baby and, when he is standing in front of her, grabs the stroller. The mother cries out her pain so that another can find comfort, walking around with a doll in a stretcher to pretend to herself and everyone: everything is fine.
Detective Inspector Lemp carries the neighbor’s pram upstairs and he’s already her hostage
Does the crime become any less serious if the perpetrator lovingly cares for the infant, nursing and caressing it? What if she first breaks the bones of her neighbor, detective Uwe Lemp (Felix Vörtler) with a hockey stick, but then bandages his leg and offers red wine for supper? Is Christian Novak (Max Hemmersdorfer), Lana Stokowsky’s ex-boyfriend, a bad person for wielding power over her, or does he have honest feelings when, home alone, he breaks down in tears just thinking about her?
Coincidences structure the police call by author Khyana el Bitar and director Jens Wischnewski. Lemp was actually on his way to Scotland, a three-month sabbatical, the taxi to the train station is coming soon. But because Lemp is so correct, he first carries her stroller up to the neighbor. When he casually asks where the baby’s blond hair went, he’s right in the middle of the case, which isn’t his, but from then on, he’s her hostage.
who belongs to whom Who has power over whom? Does the baby belong to Inga Werner, does Uwe Lemp also belong to her? Does the mother of the kidnapped baby own her old fling Chris Novak, a narcissist who stalks her? Is detective Brasch playing on her power by consistently showing her dislike for him and making it clear that one way or another he’s not going to get a foot on the ground because she’s going to get hold of him no matter what?
Coincidences structure the crime thriller, which isn’t one, but a drama that thrives on a series of psychological duels. It is beneficial that no interpretations are provided, as is now the case in Sunday crime novels, so that you can sleep well afterwards, anchored in your worldview. Here the boundaries between good and evil are fluid until the end. When the credits roll, your head keeps rattling. Good this way.
The first, Sunday, 8:15 p.m.
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