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Norddeutscher Rundfunk 2024

♪ Expectant orchestral music ♪

Actually you have to
start somewhere else.

Is he still coming?

He's always late.

One hour.
I'm worried.

Who are you expecting?

Max's meschuggen friend.

*Quiet laughter*
We don't expect him.

All we know is
that he will appear,

because he always shows up.

Yes. At home
he doesn't like it that much.

The young lady is Felice Bauer
from Berlin, former typist,

but she rose.

She is with her relatives in Prague,

the family
by the writer Max Brod.

She's not a woman of the world, but...

Excuse me,
that didn't sound...

I mean, she is
a down-to-earth, a practical one

and intelligent woman, independent.

This is still rare.

Maybe salvation
for an erring soul.

Did something happen to him? You are
not responsible for him.

Actually, I am. And now,
where he publishes a book...

He doesn't have your talent, Max.

Friendship or not.

A strange person.

You have to imagine, Felice:

I'm fast asleep. He comes in.
I wake up. And what does he say?

"Consider me a dream."
And goes out again.

Who knows, Max?

Someone who thinks of something like that will
maybe as famous as you.

*creaking*

I apologize!

I kept everyone waiting
everyone disappointed.

Nonsense!
Yes, I always disappoint everyone.

Franz Kafka. Felice Bauer.

Cousin of my Berlin brother-in-law.
Berlin brother-in-law?

Anyone who is self-respecting
today has a brother-in-law from Berlin.

*Cluck*

Would anyone like something to eat?
I've given up the habit. What?

Nothing is worse than people,
who are constantly eating. Like zoo animals.

That is the book?
This will be the book.

Hopefully never. Yes, Franz,
There is no way back.

There has never been a turning back.

We want the prose pieces
choose for the book.

The contract
I closed it for him.

You convinced us.
- You did.

So, you convinced him.
- That's enough.

I am
the literary expertise.

The expertise is Wolff,
I the merchant.

A publisher needs both.

Yes, a money monkey

and a man of talent
and art appreciation.

Well said, dear Rowohlt.

Send us something,
dear Kafka.

We need to fill our new row.
You are lucky.

We don't even read it beforehand.
- He does not.

I admit it
others act artfully. - Who?

We'll send his reflection soon.
Consideration?

I know,
we need a better title.

I'm more grateful for
the return of my manuscripts

than for their publication.

♪ Swing Music ♪

What is the name of your book?

Consideration.

We're looking for one
Looking for another title, but...

A... good title.
Not that, but appropriate.

That's the worst name
for an unfortunately bad book.

Oh, come on, Franz!
Don't play the humble guy.

I do not play.
Unfortunately it's really bad.

This has to come out. That's exactly what has to be
definitely get in. This has to come out!

The book is too thin anyway.
Everything comes in. Not that one!

We're done choosing.
Everything here goes in.

That's a catastrophe.

I can't imagine the feeling
imagine being a book author.

It's terrible! A book with
Such a beautiful name too.

(speaks Hebrew)

Do you speak Hebrew?
I am a Zionist.

Me too, I think.

Of course he is a Zionist.
He is sensible.

(speaks Hebrew)

The most beautiful language
speak firmly.

Zionism is my big one
Became a task, my mission.

I'll travel there at some point.

Away from the darkness,
the cobblestones, the people,

who consider it an impertinence,
that there are Jews.

Away from the pigeons.

The pigeons?

Don't you want a country
without pigeon dirt, Max?

Let's climb it together
Spring hills, madam?

I mean Tel Aviv.

That means translated
"The Hill of Spring".

I don't speak Hebrew,
but you know what I mean.

Do you speak it now or not?
I hardly speak any German.

I hang between languages,
which I can't.

Like a fly between the road
and some shoe. Yes.

Then let's do it.

If you're serious,
then we go to Tel Aviv.

I dont have anything yet
so serious. Me neither.

♪ Soaring instrumental music ♪

♪ Short, hard string tones ♪

Dear Miss:

In the possible event that you
don't remember me anymore,

I introduce myself again.

My name is Franz Kafka
and am the human being

who you for the first time in the evening
welcomed by Director Brod in Prague.

Sister. Hello.

You're late, Feluschka.
How was the trip? Very very nice.

Here is a letter for you.

How did I get to your address?

At first I got any
called a stock corporation.

Then I got your address
without a number, then add the number.

Now I was satisfied
and certainly didn't write.

I was afraid
the address would be wrong.

Nothing is sadder

as a letter
to send to an unsafe address.

That's a sigh.

Apart from that
from these address worries,

what did my letter of lament have to suffer,
before it was written?

What kind of moods hold me?

A rain of nervousness goes down
continuously down on me.

What I want now
I don't want to next time.

I have to pile up insecurity,

before they get a little security
or become a letter.

Tell me something about Prague.

Hmm... Charles Bridge is big.

The stones are... old.

*Giggle* And over the city
is this huge castle.

And the alleys in the old town...

Unfortunately I can't do anything
put together beforehand,

later in a river
write down.

My memory is bad.

But even the best memory
I couldn't write

even a small one, before
just a memorized section will help.

And the Brods? How are they?

Max plays the piano very well.

I saw a book by him.
Did you buy it?

That would be even nicer!
He should send it.

Then would you read it?

I don't like reading that much.

If he sends it, you won't read it,

but if he doesn't send it,
Don't you even do that?

Leave me alone with your jokes!

Once I remember
I even got up from bed

about what I have for you
thought about writing it down.

But I got up again
back to bed because I,

this is a second of my sufferings,
who blamed my restlessness for folly.

And claimed I could do it,
what exactly I have in mind

also write it down in the morning.

Towards midnight
such claims always come through.

♪ Sad instrumental sounds ♪

♪ Dynamic instrumental music ♪

I have to admit one thing,
as bad as it sounds

and so bad it
matches the previous:

I am
an unpunctual letter writer.

Morning.

But I never expect
that letters come on time.

Coffee! Thanks mother, no time.

Even if I have a letter
eagerly await

I'm never disappointed,
if he doesn't come.

And finally he comes,
I like to scare.

Now includes my life
thinking of you.

Not a quarter of an hour goes by
where I don't think about you

and many quarter hours,
in which I do nothing else.

♪ Dynamic instrumental music ♪

They are very nice letters.

Letter to the Kronecker company,
paragraph, today's date, paragraph.

Ladies and Gentlemen
I ask you,

contact us regarding
the delivery of 200...

And it went on like this, day after day,
Week after week, month after month.

When she finished a letter,
came the next one.

It didn't stop anymore.

♪ Oppressive music ♪

(drawn out) George.

(Emphatic) George.

George.

I have news, father.

I have ... myself
engaged to a young lady.

A girl
from a wealthy family.

♪ Tense music ♪

He had with his bride
about the father's future

not spoken yet.

They had assumed

the father would be alone
stay in the old apartment.

But now he decided

the father in his
to take with you to your future household.

♪ Slow string melody ♪

♪ Slow string melody
sounds from ♪

♪ Oppressive instrumental music ♪

♪ Melancholic instrumental music ♪

Am I well covered now?

Just be quiet, father.
You're well covered. * Scream *

"No," cried the father,
that the answer met the question.

He threw back the blanket,
that it unfolded

and stood in bed.

You wanted to cover me up
I know that, my little one,

but I'm not covered yet.

And is that also the last strength,
enough for you, too much for you?

But the father has to
fortunately no one teaches

to see through the son.

As you believed now,
you would have defeated him!

so defeated,
that you with your ass

you can bet on him
and he doesn't move.

♪ Menacing instrumental music ♪

There he is, my lord son,
decided to get married,

because she lifted her skirts.

Because she lifted her skirts like that,
the disgusting goose.

Because she wears skirts like this... and like that...

... and raised it like that,
did you approach her?

And so that you can access it without any disturbance
you can satisfy yourself, you have

put your father to bed,
so he can't move!

But I'll sweep it for you
away from the side!

(loud and angry)
You don't know how!

(calmly) You ambushed me.

I condemn you
to death by drowning.

George felt chased away.

The blow that the father gave
fell, stayed in his ears.

*rolling thunder*

♪ Threatening music ♪

Dear Parents,
I have always loved you.

At this moment
went over the bridge

an almost endless traffic.

In one night.
That's the only way you can write. Only this way!

What can I say?
It was because of her.

Felice? She started everything.

Maybe writing and
Opposites don't marry.

In one night
I wrote that.

If I hadn't met her...
You wouldn't have.

Why not?

Weren't you listening, Brod?
That's what the story is about.

And then: letters for weeks,
for months, half a year.

Letters! A love in letters,
an engagement in letters.

When a man and a woman meet each other
write so many letters in 1913,

aren't they pen pals,
then they are engaged.

A human,
to whom you are engaged,

even though you have him
only seen it once?

You already know?

I would like nuts,
Goat cheese and a glass of water.

We have cheese, but not goat.
Water works. Then no cheese.

And you, miss?
I only drink tea.

You know,
that we offer food here?

I do not like to eat.

So, a plate of nuts for him
Glutton and nothing for you.

Which friends!

By the way, thank you for your book. Oh!
I couldn't read it yet.

What are you reading right now?
Schnitzler. I like him very much.

Both "The Way to the Outdoors"
as well as “Professor Bernhardi”.

A swaying mass
most disgusting writing.

What? You can't do it
push down deep enough.

Schnitzler?

Tea for the lady.

And nuts for the Lord.

What a wonderful feast!

*smack*

♪ Plucked violin melody ♪

*Sipping*

*smack*

Is something not right
with the nut? How come? Oh right!

It is a chewing technique
by Horace Fletcher.

Don't swallow anything,
before you have bitten 40 times.

This is how the main part finds
digestion takes place in the mouth.

*smack*

Thomas Mann wrote to me.

What? Please let me
in peace or I call the police?

On the contrary. He's closed
congratulated on my work. Mmm!

As far as I know, there is
no living writer,

whom Thomas Mann did not congratulate.

He probably also congratulated the dead
and unborn children.

One wonders,
how he comes to write a novel.

* Laugh *

Franz.

Why are you looking like that?

I can't marry her.
You can't or don't want to?

One due to his living conditions
and his nature anti-social person,

sickly too,
a non-Zionist Jew.

Why will you?
not finally a Zionist?

I am disgusted by Zionism
and I admire him.

A human, eliminated by
his non-Zionist Judaism,

constantly at his best
shocked in the most painful way.

Such a person should get married?
Is that the problem?

Or do you have
saw her again and...

How should I say that?
- You didn't want to go to bed with her?

You're making this too easy for yourself.
Sometimes it's that simple.

♪ Slow instrumental music ♪

Come on Max, let's go. Very much.

Good evening, sir.
- Oh, good evening, lady.

♪ Embarrassed instrumental music ♪

I am engaged.

Oh!

That's nice, Mr. Franz.

I congratulate you.
Who is the lucky woman?

Dear Doctor. Kafka.

Even though we don't know each other,
I am writing to you,

because my friend Felice gave me
is close to the heart.

She asked me to meet you.

I will at the beginning of November
have to do business in Prague.

Then we could each other
so get to know.

So I could fulfill Felice's request

and an extraordinary person
get to know.

You can't stall them anymore.

I'm aware,
dear Miss Bloch.

You do love her.
I love you very much.

Then what are you waiting for?

I know Felice in form
of four girls.

The first was in Prague, the second
wrote me letters. Everything Felice.

The third in Berlin
didn't have much affection for me.

Nothing is more natural.
I understand that.

Who is the fourth?

Maybe she'll lead
a good angel,

she leads narrowly
or not so close to me.

The angel leads her to you,
Doctor.

They belong together.

You are a good friend to Felice,
Miss Grete. You too.

The fourth Felice
socializes with strangers.

I hear about her in letters
or their stories.

The authorized representative in your company.

And when we
bring the four together?

But if we get married:

I would
lose my loneliness,

but Felice her entire life.

She couldn't work anymore.
What would she gain?

A wonderful person.

A weak one
unsociable, silent,

sad, almost hopeless.

Then she also has two people
Get price of one. * Laugh *

That's how they talk and talk.

the next day
meet again.

Then Grete goes back to Berlin

and write now
They also received letters.

He talks openly with Grete.
She talks to him openly.

They talk about a lot of things
especially about Felice.

And it seems to help
because finally...

♪ Dissonant sounds ♪

Felice Bauer.

The detective answered.
- We got smart.

What?

Do you think you can get engaged?

and we watch,
How do you get ripped off?

Did you send a detective?
We got smart.

And Mr. Papa has a moment
lived somewhere else for a long time, it seems.

The brother... is a spendthrift.

Overall everything seems fine.

Your sister Erna
has an illegitimate child,

that her mom doesn't know about.

Felice pays her living expenses
and that of the baby.

They don't have to know that.
Especially not the one with the child.

Greta told Franz about the baby

but that again
Felice is not allowed to find out.

The important thing is,
you can marry her.

Nothing stands in the way anymore.

Yes. Don't take it hard.

You probably have a detective too
set for us.

The Kafkas and the Bauers:

Two families, countless secrets
and hidden disasters

about to
to unite into a family.

I recently
the judgment read by Franz,

written after he
met Felice.

I received a copy
in the library.

The man wants to get married.
His father condemns him.

My Franz doesn't write anything like that.

It's time,
that the two get married.

It's already taking too long.

If you ask me:
This is all nonsense!

How come?

Look how thin Franz is.
Why does anyone want to marry him?

At least he has the doctor.

Go to Franz.
He's not doing well at all.

Do you think?
Society is not for him.

Connect with a person
it's something so internal.

Now he has to be the ambassador
be for yourself.

He can't do that at all.
You know him well by now.

We talked a lot,
about you and him.

That's kind of you.

Without you
we wouldn't be here now.

I talk and ask him like this:
"What kind of Nebochant are you?"

Do you know what he answers?

What's wrong with you, Franz?
Hm? What's up?

What are you looking at?

Cheers to Franzl
and to his beautiful bride.

Kiss the bride!

Yes! Kiss!

(Crowd) Kissing! Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

♪ Hectic string music ♪

(muffled) Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

(clearer) Kissing! Kiss! Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!
Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

♪ Regretful Saxophone Sounds ♪

*applause*

♪ Threatening music ♪

* Ring *

Six weeks are over.

Summer is over Berlin
and Dr. Franz Kafka is back.

There is a lot to discuss
before marriage.

Felice has to move to Prague.

And none of that would have happened
without the use of Grete Bloch,

with which he now
is constantly connected.

Back then, letters came up to three times
on the day. Yes, it happened that quickly.

People could constantly care for each other
write, and if you were Kafka

and needed help,
then this was done incessantly.

You already know how that went.
And Grete now knew it too.

There is double restlessness in me,

because I have two questions
cannot answer.

How will Felice be?
What if I don’t log in anymore?

How will I be?

Now you see in me
not Felice's groom,

but Felice's danger.

Human organizations can
you don't pour it around like water.

Make up your mind!

At some point you have to stop
with the quarrel.

If I were healthier and stronger,

all difficulties
would be overcome.

They are stubborn.

Persistence can too
be a result of desperation.

*phone ringing*

Are you okay, Miss Bloch?

As always in Berlin
he lives in his favorite hotel,

not a beautiful one, but the one
what he got used to:

The Hotel Askanischer Hof.

We are in 1914.

Really no one has any idea that this will happen soon
the big war will come.

Dr. Kafka. I have reserved.

They are already expected.

Please?

Backroom.

You're confusing me.

Do not think so.

*creaking*

*door slams*

Sit down, Franz.

Felice, what is it?
(interrupts him) Sit down.

You may now shout:

"No, it wasn't like that!
It's like something out of a..."

But think about it.

If you say,
it's like something out of a Kafka novel,

I can only answer:
Think for a moment, why?

Grete? Doctor, you have
told me things about Felice,

to which I
could no longer be silent.

They promised marriage to Felice.

At the same time you have me
said and written several times...

The letters are here.

You told me that you are
don't feel capable of this marriage.

Both at the same time,
sometimes on the same day.

You can't deny it, Franz.
I have read the letters.

Duplicitous. There are
no other expression for it.

You weren't honest.

What do you have to say?

If you don't say anything now, it can
cannot be made good.

Coffee anyone? - Thanks. No.

I have to be clear, Franz.

Your reservations, the constant
Postponing the wedding.

My family is worried
right, Erna? Worried?

Yes. Sure, we're worried.
Very worried. Very.

Finally be honest.

Explain yourself. You have to now
explain everything, doctor.

* Scribbles getting louder *

♪ Menacing instrumental music ♪

Finally speak, Franz!

*Two loud thuds*

♪ Oppressive instrumental music ♪

Do you have us?
really nothing to say?

♪ Threatening music ♪

*clink*

Someone had to
Josef K. slandered.

Because without him
had done something bad,

he was arrested one morning.

You can't leave.

Why?

We are not appointed to
to tell you that.

What were they talking about?
Which authority did they belong to?

Karl lived in a constitutional state.

There was peace everywhere.
All laws passed.

Who dared to see him in his apartment
to ambush?

So you're... not going to talk?

If you continue to remain silent,
I can't do anything for you either.

You sit above me as a judge.

This is certainly disgusting for you.
For me too.

But actually I'm sitting
in your place and stay there.

I can't marry a man
who doesn't want that.

You're right.

A man who speaks of love
but wants to write his little books.

And only then becomes talkative,

when it comes to vegetarian cuisine,
Nuts or gymnastics exercises are possible.

These are
my identification papers.

You're getting into trouble
as a small child.

Do you want your big, cursed one
bring the process to a quick end,

by contacting us,
the guards, discuss?

♪ Tense instrumental music ♪

So that was it? I have everything
tried, Doctor Kafka.

♪ Tense instrumental music ♪

A good ending, isn't it?

Yes, a story would be
after the trial in the Askanian Court

been over.

But because it's not a story,
it continues afterwards.

Life is messier
than all stories.

And now there is war.
Europe is broken.

people die
in unimaginable numbers every day.

This is Bodenbach,
a hotel in the border station

between Austria,
Hungary and Germany.

* Beat *

*Door squeaks*

Franz.

It's good to see you again.

Everything was very, very difficult.

So what happens?

It's been so many months.

I wrote a lot.
Do you want to hear something?

Yes.

*clears throat* This entrance
was meant just for you.

Stocks between the two
Explanations: a contradiction?

You would be right and the doorkeeper
would have deceived the man.

That's all?

He reads out.

Listen to him.

But I finally want him
no longer have to listen!

To the doorkeeper
a man comes from the country

and asks to enter the law.

But the doorkeeper says he can
not allow him entry.

The man then asks if he
later will be allowed to enter.

It is possible, says the doorkeeper,
but not now.

Because the gate to the law is open
and the doorkeeper steps aside,

the man bends down to get through
to see the gate into the interior.

How good we are here together.

When the doorkeeper notices this,
he laughs and says:

"If you're so tempted, go
but pure, despite my ban.

But remember, I am powerful and
I'm just the lowest gatekeeper.

From room to room
but there are doorkeepers,

one more powerful than the other.

Just the sight of the third one
Even I can't take it anymore.

Such difficulties..."

And so he reads and reads
and nothing happens.

He reads about a man,
that all his life

waiting in front of a gate,
that was always open.

"...gained entry because this one
Entrance was meant just for you.

I'll go and close it now.

I'll go and close it now."

My train is leaving soon.

I know.

♪ Slow instrumental music ♪

* Cough *

Are you well, madam?

Just miss.
Yes. Excuse me. Thanks.

It was a long train ride
from Berlin.

How long were you traveling?
Almost two days.

Oh! Do you remember,

than you can in seven hours
drove from Berlin to Munich?

In another life.
Yes. Before the war.

Now every military train has to
be allowed in.

It was bitterly cold in the train stations.

All the way for a lecture?
He is ...

I mean, so... was...

...is...my fiancé.

The gentleman reading today? Mmm.

Tell me,
why a writer

at a time like this...

Do you know who that is?

♪ Slow instrumental music ♪

*applause*

Good evening.
I'll read a piece,

that I recently
finished writing.

It's probably good
not much, but...

♪ Slow instrumental music ♪

In the penal colony.

On this edition the
Convicts laid on their stomachs, naked.

Here are for arms and legs
Straps for fastening.

This is where the face is.

The felt stump
just enters the mouth.

He prevents the condemned man from
Biting the tongue. Look.

*hiss*

*clack*

*hiss*

*clack*

*hiss*

*clack*

*hiss*

Do you understand the process?

The corner begins to write.

Is it with the first system
the writing finished,

rolls the edition
the body to the side.

♪ Depressing music ♪

*squeal*

*Muffled sounds*

*Fearful sounds*

*Crying screams*

*hiss*

*Typewriter typing*

*Muffled screams*

*Typewriter typing*

*Muffled screams*

♪ Threatening music ♪

Help him! Please help him!

*Pained whimper*

* chatter *

*Gasps and whimpers*

♪ Dramatic Music ♪

*Click*

*Single applause*

*Restrained applause*

You used to have such beautiful things
written. Considerations.

Felice, you came especially.

So far.

I wanted to listen to you.
That was outrageous. Thanks.

I am Rainer Maria Rilke.

I know.

This is my fiancée,
Miss Bauer.

It is a great honor to me.

Your novella about the stoker
is one of the...strongest

and... most wondrous works,
that I have ever had the pleasure of reading.

What a merciless consequence

and what a peculiarity
of the darkened clear view.

The same consequence
I see in this story,

although blackened in blood,
but ...

It would be more appropriate
in times of murder.

Have you read The Heater?
I've read everything from you.

Your transformation has me
rocked into nightmares.

How can you write like that?

and otherwise simple
go about your day's work?

What do you do, ...

... Franz Kafka?

I am working
in accident insurance.

Mutilation?

Blood?

And bloody steel? In large amounts.

Now I can't say
that I am amazed at this.

And you, madam?

I... am an authorized signatory
at a company in Berlin.

They have
a real job of your own?

I have so much of my own career
like you don't have your own job.

I actually don't have one.

Not everyone gets away with it.

And ...

What does this company do?
there in Berlin?

Where you are an authorized representative?

She makes machines. Machinery.

The contemporary master of the world.

That's what I would have said too,
if I could have said it like that.

I tell you:

The ore will become homesick

and from the machines
return to the mountains.

You can wish for something like that,
but it won't happen. No.

It won't happen.

God be with you, ... Franz Kafka.

God bless you.

I am afraid,
You will need it.

And with you, madam.

Did you hear what he said?
He read everything.

Everything.

♪ Depressing instrumental music ♪

* Strangle *

Then, in the last year of the war...
This is called a hemorrhage.

* Cough *

* rattling *

They say I have tuberculosis,
but I keep this disease

rather for a general bankruptcy
in me.

They can't both
to stay alive.

Both?
The one who would have to live with you

and the one who will do that,
what I have to do.

The task is monstrous.

One of us has to die
and not the one who works.

The task.
You mean writing? * Cough *

* rumble of thunder and call of crows *

You make it very easy for yourself.

You took my youth,
as if she belonged to you,

wrote me letters, full of them
Beauty, wit and passion.

You tied me to you,
as if you were entitled to it.

And then you have it all the time
talked about you having to write.

You overestimate yourself.

That's why you make yourself so small.

You are my human judgment,
Felice.

Whatever
that should be called again.

So now I say,
what I always said

but today I say it
for the last time:

My train is about to leave.

No kiss goodbye!

When we met for the first time
have seen,

did you ask me,
whether we go to Palestine.

Why have we never done this?
If we had done that...

Do you believe,
would everything have been different?

♪ Melancholic
Instrumental sounds ♪

They never saw each other again.

*Slow typing*

*Door opens*

My God, Franz. You are
completely pale. She left.

I have to do it alone. What should
because that's what it means? We all are ...

None of you are married,
even if you think you are.

What do you mean by that?

♪ Melancholic
Instrumental sounds ♪

*sob*

Isn't it terrible
that something like this has to happen?

♪ Slow string music ♪

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