When Nietzsche Wept
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- 2007
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Doctor Breuer.
I must see you on a
matter of life or death.
Meet me at nine tomorrow
morning at the Cafe Rousse.
A matter of
life or death! H mpf!
Doctor Breuer?
Lou Salome.
How do you do?
May I?
Would you like
a coffee?
Yes, caf latte.
Waiter, caf
latte, please.
My friend is preparing to kill himself.
This man's death would
have momentous consequences
for me, for you,
for all of the world.
Who is
this friend?
The philosopher
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Nietzsche? Should I know of him?
Not yet, but in time we
shall all know of him.
How do we confirm
a truth that has arrived
through disbelief and skepticism
and not through some childlike
wishing something were so.
It is hard to be in God's
hands. It's not truth.
It is a child's wish for the
everlasting blow to the nipple.
We have
evolutionary theory.
Evolutionary theory scientifically
demonstrates God's redundancy.
So Darwin himself
had not the courage
to follow
his evidence
to its true
conclusion. So...
where are we?
Surely you must all realize
we have created God...
and all
of us together
have killed him.
God...
is dead.
My friend is sick.
What is the nature
of his illness?
Headaches.
Tormenting headaches.
My dear lady, I will see your friend.
I'm a physician.
I know you can cure
his physical condition.
That is not
why I am here.
Nietzsche suffers
from the deepest despair.
That is what
I ask you to heal.
I cannot
cure despair.
Ah, but you
can, doctor.
I have a spy.
My brother,
a medical student,
attended the class in which
you described a new technique.
The talking cure.
Now I can arrange to steer
Nietzsche to your office
but he must believe you're
treating only his headaches.
Tell me, is yours
a Russian accent?
It is.
Russia believe in sorcerers
but sorry, Fraulein,
I am Austrian.
I have no magic
to offer you.
May I walk you back to your hotel?
I would enjoy
that but...
my wife will be watching from
the window. I have a duty.
A duty?
It is my duty to be free of duty.
Doctor, save Nietzsche.
I am sorry.
I had hoped
it was hepatitis.
How long...
do I have?
It is best you put
your affairs in order.
Please, doctor.
How long?
Please. Tell us.
Three to
six months.
Are you alright, doctor?
Make sure the Pfeiffers
Of course.
Oancel all their
outstanding debts to me.
Of course.
A Fraulein Salome
has suddenly arrived.
A very grand
young woman.
Show her in.
But Frau Reinhardt has
been waiting for hours.
Frau Becker!
Fraulein Salome!
Doctor Breuer.
I see you like to do
things for yourself.
Doesn't that deprive men
We both know that
some of the services
men provide are not
necessarily good for women.
The habits
of a lifetime
are not easily
extinguished, my dear.
need extensive retraining.
No husband
for me. Ever.
I would not do that to a man.
If then or ever you
use this new technique,
do not attempt to use this
mesmerism method with N ietzsche.
to engage in any process
he perceives as surrendering
his power to another.
And are you responsible
for "our" patient's despair?
He believes
I am.
Where has
God gone?
I shall tell you.
God is dead.
We all have
killed him.
You, you,
you and I.
God will throw you in hell I
After the death
of Buddha,
his shadow was shown
for centuries in caves.
A gruesome,
gruesome shadow.
God will punish you I You are Satan I
Given the way of people
In the caves,
thank you,
for thousands of years, in which
God's shadow will still be shown.
Vanquish the shadow
within yourself!
Friedrich.
Friedrich. Meet Lou Salome.
A brilliant poet
from Russia.
Fascinating lecture
to fall on so few ears.
Why are people so
afraid of you, professor?
Oh, truth is
a fearsome thing.
Why do you say
God is dead?
And not that
he never existed?
What you think?
That God has ceased to be a
reckoning force in people's lives.
An interesting
interpretation.
But if God
is dead,
then everything
is permitted.
No morals,
no rules.
Without God, who will
organize our society?
What is the solution to
your godless proposition?
From what stars have we
dropped down to each other here?
Auf Wiedersehen.
I was immediately
attracted to him.
Seduced by
his intellect.
We could say so much to each
other with half sentences.
Mere gestures.
He became obsessed,
proposing marriage
after our first meeting.
I was attracted
to him.
But not romantically.
I wanted to learn.
Not to submit.
Stop it!
My refusal turned his love into hatred.
He wrote me these
crazed insulting letters.
Then he wrote about
killing himself.
So if I understand
you correctly,
you want me
to persuade N ietzsche
that his life
is worth living.
But I must accomplish this
without him knowing it.
You are the
only doctor qualified
for this
psychological treatment.
Frau Reinhardt is still
waiting. And still suffering.
One more thing.
You must read
his books.
I shall do everything I
can to help your friend.
Good night,
Dr. Breuer.
Good night.
Straight home,
Fishman.
Siegmund? Siegmund?
Where are you
racing to?
Vienna invited me for dinner.
Her more charming
husband is
on his way home this very
minute. J ump in, Siggy.
I diagnosed a liver
cancer today.
I never get used
to my patients dying.
Well, get used to it, young Dr. Freud.
The children are eating.
Say hello to them.
Daddy!
My little chickens.
See what I
mean, Siggy?
He hardly
talks to me.
Oh, by the way I've
taken on a new patient.
I haven't met him yet.
Suicidal tendencies.
As always, it starts with a woman.
But Josef, love sickness
is not a medical condition.
The story gets
even better.
Because the woman
feels guilty,
she wants me to sneak in a cure
for his psychological distress.
While at the same time, I
address his physical ailments.
Surely, you're not
going to attempt this.
I have
already agreed.
Why?
I don't even
know myself.
Perhaps I need
a challenge like this.
You cannot say
no to this woman.
She could persuade
a horse to lay eggs.
Our plan is working.
Dr. Oberbach has persuaded
Nietzsche to consult you.
Neither I
nor Nietzsche
shall ever forget
your kindness.
The professor
is here.
Send him in.
Good day,
Herr Professor.
Please. Please,
have a seat.
Tell me about
your illness.
Would it be
more efficient
to review my
previous consultations?
I'm sure they're excellent
physicians, thank you.
But I make
my own diagnosis
before reviewing
those of my colleagues.
J ust as I prefer to see a
play before reading the reviews.
Tell me, professor,
to what extent...
has melancholia accompanied
these migraine attacks?
I have my black periods
but who does not?
Speak not of me
tell me of
my illness.
What it
might be?
A life dominated
by black periods
is a breeding
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