A study just came out that people are getting more and more unhappy in Germany, and that they have the least laugh in Berlin. A common prejudice is that the capital is always more minor than major. The Berliner crime scene always fulfills this ascription quite reliably. If you don’t want to be bad, that’s for you The cold and the dead not done. An icy winter wind blows sadness into the city, the inspectors Nina Rubin (Meret Becker in her penultimate case) and Robert Karow (Mark Waschke) talk even more rudely than usual (while sifting at the same time), Rubin doubts even more about her job, leading children their own, sometimes disturbingly cold life, but are of course angels – for their parents.
Mr Aslan from Bielefeld rolls into the sadness and sings Elvis karaoke
Three of these young people agree to have sex, in the end one is dead, two are suspected, one has a relevant criminal record. The Kripo determined. If you look at the thing from a criminalist point of view, there isn’t much more to it in the story (book: Markus Busch, director: Torsten C. Fischer). If you are expecting tension, you better zap on, this is about dramas in a society without empathy, about depraved morals, about life lies of parents who want to help their children but make everything worse.
There would be Dennis Ziegler (Vito Sack), who was letscherte, and his mother (Jule Böwe) had his butt carried over for him. She’s a police officer and keeps knocking him out when he’s reported for assault or rape. There is his naive friend Julia Hoff (Milena Kaltenbach), who has a child but is still a child herself, so her mother is happy to take over. There is the medical student Sophia Bauer, who is bisexual and uses a dating app to arrange sex with them, which her parents do not want to admit. That can’t be her “Fienchen” lying dead by the angel pool. After a threesome? No. In this city all children are angels.
Mr Aslan from Bielefeld rolls into the dreariness. It is played by comedian Tan Çağlar, who also sits in a wheelchair in real life. He is the new policeman at Rubin and Karow’s side, he researches meticulously, sings Elvis karaoke, calls out to the inspectors: “I like to wait, I don’t run away.” Actually very cheerful, but there is nothing to laugh about in Berlin. The east wind whistles, another corpse, “assholes” everywhere, including in the public prosecutor’s office, and Rubin longs in this cold city: “I finally want something warm, something beautiful, something funny, something joyful.” She has to face one last case.
The first, Sunday, 8.15 p.m.