Die Zeit, die man Leben nennt Page #3

They clear the head,

and the heart as well.

Still, it's time to get started again.

Get started again?

I'm not playing anymore.

Not playing anymore?

What do you mean?

What I said. I'm not playing anymore.

- Why not?

Your hands are okay, there are many

pieces you can play without pedals.

Bach. He's part of your repertoire.

Your accident changed your life, and I

understand it's hard to get over the blow.

But to the music, it's irrelevant.

The music is in your soul,

not in your legs.

Beethoven composed his 9th when he

was deaf. And he conducted it as well.

He read the words from the singers' lips,

to find his place.

He had to press his ears to the piano...

to check his composition,

using the resonance of the sound.

In the face of an iron will,

his deafness became meaningless.

Humility, young man.

You have received

one of God's greatest gifts.

Do something with it.

The guys are organizing

a birthday party for you.

That's music to your ears, right?

What's wrong?

Birthday present from my parents.

Every year.

It's easier than coming by,

showing your stupid face.

I wanted to get a house

with the first check. But me, alone...

Who'd live with a cripple?

At first, they visited me

now and then. Julia too.

, Then she said she couldn't

take it anymore. She felt terrible.

That's the way it is.

She was a great woman.

Legs up to her ass, and back.

And they had these tiny hairs,

that shimmered in the sun.

With her, it wasn't just about sex.

That was part of it, sure...

but it was about feelings as well.

Be glad you'll be out of here soon.

You're right, we have a shitty life.

We're at the bottom of the chain.

You shouldn't say that.

- Yes, I should.

Look.

I need you.

- Stop blathering.

I'm serious.

Without you, I wouldn't be here anymore.

Give me one reason to carry on.

We have to carry on until we find out

what the point of all this is.

As shitty as it is,

we're going to pull through together.

So what about that birthday party?

No, that's much too dull.

I have a better idea.

Your apple juice, boys.

- Apple juice?

Drink it slowly, or you'll be legless.

Excuse me, this is a mistake.

- No alcohol, that's the deal.

I just wanted to ask for ice.

Excuse me. You danced so beautifully.

I paid a lot. You should dance.

Or I'll just do it with you, that's okay too.

Hello, sweetheart. I'm Scarlett.

- It's my friend's birthday.

I've brought you something.

- It's your birthday?

Three apples on a wall.

One is taken away. How many are left?

Two?

- You clever little darling.

We're going to have fun together.

Will you show me your girl's room?

Come along.

Don't be a bore. Saddle the ponies.

Later, okay?

- No, right now. That's the deal.

Well?

Would you like to join me on the bed?

It's much cozier.

You're my birthday present.

My very special present.

Why?

Because you're probably my last.

Sit down next to me,

my child. Have a drink.

May I?

The most beautiful thing there is.

Does your friend always

have such a good time?

What does he do, by the way?

He's an artist.

An artist? He doesn't look like one.

So what do artists look like?

- Different.

Like you.

You're special, somehow.

It's up.

It's up.

- Sure.

You smell so nice.

Help. We need a doctor.

Hurry, it's an emergency.

So? Are you feeling better?

The doctor thinks

I shouldn't buy a longplaying record.

The bed will be free again in a few days.

- That's what I mean.

I don't want to croak here, Luca.

Who's talking about dying?

I can feel it. My ticker is getting weaker,

until it'll stop completely.

Why do I have a muscle disease,

of all people?

Sometimes I tell myself my next life

will be better. If there is one.

The Buddhists say you start your new life

the way you ended the old one.

And a hospital isn't really

pole position, is it?

I want to die where I feel good.

What's the matter with Luca?

He says he needs a place to live, soon.

He wants to move in with Roderick.

A young man he met at the clinic.

Is he in a wheelchair too?

- Yes. So the house must be adapted.

Wide doors, no stairs or thresholds

It must fit their physical needs.

And you, as a contractor,

must have the best contacts, right?

Financially, it's also

something I can't do alone.

No problem, I'll be there for you. him

I know I've made mistakes.

But can't we leave the past behind?

For Luca?

For Luca.

Ah, my brown couch.

Put it on the right, please.

You, over there. Take that plant outside.

Are you gardeners?

No, we're nuclear physicists,

and we run a drug ring. On minimum wegde

I'd like to knock the foulmouth

out of his chair.

I heard that, Baloo.

- What will you do? Run me over?

Not a bad idea. You're hard to miss.

Oh, oh. A piano, a piano.

What's it doing here?

- The piano?

Grand piano.

- Which one of us plays? You or me?

I guess neither of you, any time soon.

I thought he'd be pleased.

- He is.

He always looks like that

when he's happy.

Damn.

Why do I miscount all the time?

I should have studied law.

You'd have been a very pretty lawyer.

You.

I was about to stop anyway.

- No, play it again.

Forget the notes.

It's good to see you.

big closing concert with Yuri Kovacs

Come here.

Look at this.

This Kovacs, who stole your piece,

is coming back to Europe.

Say something. Compose some text.

He's good, he deserves it.

- He deserves it?

If this is true,

you used to be a real crack.

The Maniac of the Keys,

the Schumacher of Sound, or the...

Alright, I know what

you're trying to say.

Yes, so?

What do you mean?

He's coming back, giving a big concert,

and you'll be there.

You don't take it lying down,

and leave him the...

Glamour and glory?

- Fame and cash. And groupies.

Chicks go crazy

over sentimental noodling.

My mother was nuts

about Rudi Kleidermann.

Who?

- Rudi Kleidermann.

He wrote songs, for Elise, or something.

- Richard Clayderman.

That's what I said. Look, you have to play.

It's in eight weeks.

I can see it now.

Luca Behrendt, with DT, is back.

Forget it.

- What do you mean?

Your Rudi Kleidermann

has a small advantage over me.

That schmaltzy look? We can work on it.

He can work the pedals.

Pedals? What pedals?

What pedals?

Hey, Earth to mother's boy. What pedals?

What are you doing?

- We should get these things to work.

We go to the moon, separate Siamese

twins. These small pedals can't stop us.

We'll show this Kovacs what's what.

For the last time,

I'm not playing anymore.

You're just scared

you're not good enough.

I don't want to be laughed at,

as a handicapped freak.

If I could play as well as you...

I won't leave anything behind.

But you can do something.

You know I'm not

a sentimental sissy...

but if you'd let fly

with one of those concerts...

Come on in.

What a surprise.

- Am I disturbing you?

No, I'm happy to see you. You look good.

Shall we have lunch?

- Some other time, perhaps.

Not bad.

- You like it?

It's not quite ready yet.

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