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An American in my situation
would just start shooting out the window.

Thanks. Goodnight.

Goddamn it!

Lies! What lies!

When?

Yes, I know. I'm coming to pick you up.

No "but" s.

You, stop!

What the hell is this?

Stop!

What the hell is this?

Hoffman, Hoffman!

Go after him.

Stop!

KNIFE IN THE HEAD

WRITTEN BY PETER SCHNEIDER

DIRECTED BY REINHARD HAUFF

Alright, alright.

ID?

What's in your pockets?

Okay.

Are you Mrs. Hoffman?

Come with me, please.

It's important
that you visit him regularly.

He's just regained consciousness.

Don't expect too much.

Hoffman!

It's me, Ann.

You have to speak louder.

Your wife is here, Mr. Hoffman.

All b... bastas...

Go on.

Are you crazy? You can't come in
here now. Leave the room.

Keep talking to him.

Hey, Berthold!

Can you hear me, Hoffman?

Tell me if you hear me.

Say something, Hoffman,
anything. Say "Ann".

I'd like to be alone with him.

Do you recognize me, Hoffman?

Ente-trente.

What about him? Will he pull through?

You don't know until they're gone.

I mean him, our public servant

- and protector. Wasn't he brought in with Hoffman?
- Him?

Not here.

Where are the patients
with critical stab wounds?

You don't happen to know
where your colleague is?

No idea, huh?

He has to be somewhere, doesn't he?

He didn't even recognize me.

How long 'til he's well?

A couple of months, maybe a year.
No one can say.

It says here
he only got a few knocks on the head.

Visit him as often as you can.
You can do more for him now than I can.

Do you have any children?

Your husband will have
to learn everything from scratch -

seeing, speaking, walking, writing.

And the cops stand around grinning!

As soon as he can wipe his ass,
they'll take him away.

You know who I mean.

All b... bastas...

Ann.

Listen, this is our new flier.

Victim of terror - that says.
This shit is out.

Hoffman's name here
and a picture of him here.

3000 copies right away, boom boom!

The cops'll be here again.

So what?

It's like Hoffman has ceased to exist.

It's scary, man. They wasted him.

It looks great.

Let me see.

Mrs. Schurig? Can I speak
to your husband, the killer-cop?

He's not home.

We'll stop by sometime.

You'll be hearing from us.
This is Superterrorist.

You and Superterrorist - I

They can trace calls.

You're wasting your energy.

Call her up again.

Did Hoffman come here often lately?

He lent us his car and bought us beer
a few times. That's all.

Facts aren't evidence.
Why did he come here at all?

You know Hoffman.

Whenever he was down
he came running to Ann.

On that night...

The pigs blew him away!

Were you there?

You're a fantastic lawyer.

Were the guys there
who are calling him a terrorist?

Was your friend always so stubborn?

No, but he's right-handed.

Slob!

Chromosomal error.

Or self-destruction mechanism?

Ente-trente.

I'd say error.

I wouldn't want to see
the self-destruction thing.

Which theory is right, Hoffman?

Or are they both wrong?

That's a new method, alright.

He sees the pendulum but
he can't think of the word for it.

Ann.

The bullet entered here
and lodged behind his left ear.

It destroyed
part of his motor speech center.

What's that?

Sauce!

This is a spoon, Hoffman. Say "spoon".

Sauce!

He remembers some words,
but will have to relearn others.

Sort of like growing up
in a foreign country

and having to relearn your own language.

What does that remind him of?

The desire to live a life without fear.

Yes, yes.

- Can you come, please?
- Yes.

I'm going to get you out of here,
Hoffman, don't worry.

A bullet in the brain isn't so bad,
other people have shit for brains.

Volker came to see you.

Hey, Hoffman, say something.

If you can't talk,
just blow on me.

Do the spastic thing for him.

Volker brought you something.

Did you have a nice lunch?

Sauce!

Sauce!

You don't have to yell.

Applesauce! What did you have today?

Sauce!

They give you applesauce every day?

Sauce... Kiss.

I play!

Get out! I...

Keep playing. How nice.

POLICE BRUTALITY AGAINST YOUTH

You have to think about when he gets out.

He'll never get out
with a lawyer like you.

He's right,
but I don't feel like thinking about it.

As his wife, you know,

you're obligated to take care of him
and let him live with you, etc.

Hoffman needs help,
he's going to get it,

but that doesn't change things with us.
I don't see the big problem.

To me he's a political case.
The rest is your worry.

I see what you like about him.

Good morning.

First your pills.

Swallow them, they're good for your head.

Close them tight, real tight.
That's right.

Why do you keep squinting your eye?

Okay, spell this.

Hey!

Italia! Bella Italia!

Good, go on.

Read something else.

- Hoffman
THE DOUBLE LIFE OF BERTHOLD HOFFMAN

Come on, open both eyes.
What do you see?

Three.

Three what?

One...

Two...

Three...

You see three eyes?

Now...

Four!

Nonsense!

You didn't expect that.

Good for my head.

That's right.
And the next picture - what's this?

An...

An o...

An orange.

- Right, and the next one? - A beer.
- Fine. And what's this?

A... A...

A slice...

- Bread.
- Right, fine.

Ugh!

Let's go to the next one.

A...

Chic... chic...

Berple.

Get out of here,
creeps like you make me sick.

Are you coming?

Let's take your bathrobe off...

That's him, the one in the papers.

Very good.

No, I wipe! Let me... Basta!

I'm sorry, he's in no condition.

We aren't planning
to put him in a normal jail, sir.

A prison hospital. We'll take him by
helicopter if necessary.

You'd have the police off your backs.

You will allow me
to ask him a few questions?

It won't do you any good. He has
absolutely no memory of that period.

Just a few routine questions.
Five minutes.

All right, five minutes, no more.

Well, Hoffman, how are we today?

Bertold Hoffman, a biogeneticist
at the Traut Institute.

Date of birth July 24, 1942 in Freiburg.

That won't get you far.

You speak Italian, right?

- Pizza!
- Okay.

Let's speak some Italian.

Because I love Italian. What's your name?

Why not.

Be right back. Don't take too long.

On June 27th you were
at the Youth Center at 17 Jacobi Strasse.

You've been seen there twice.
What takes you there?

Coincidence?

Or politics?

You didn't want
to visit you wife, did you?

You haven't been
living together for months?

As my men searched the building

you tried to lock yourself in the room
with the printing press.

And in that room

we found this fliers.

Ever see this?

Or this? Or this? And this? Mr. Hoffman.

Here is the printing room,
and you know who this is? You.

And this is you too,
and there you are again.

The officer who went in after you
testified the following:

when he tried to take you into custody
in an orderly manner,

you pulled a knife out of your pocket

and moved toward him.

Is that correct?

Don't nod, Hoffman, talk.
Yes or no!

And then you stabbed the officer.

Stop playing with yourself, dammit!

Schurig!

Hoffman...

What are you trying to say?

Hoffman is not...

...Hoffman!

You're faking it.

Do you know this man?

Is this the man who stabbed you?

Yes.

No, no, no, no, I don't want to!

You stop it, goddam it!

Please stop it!

I'm scared, I'm scared!

Scared.

What does big brother say?
Am I a good guy or a bad guy?

Check my bank account while you're at it.

No money for two years.

Your social work's a front.
Want to know more?

You've got a police record,
didn't finish school,

arrested for disturbing the peace,

three illegal demonstrations last year.

Drug abuse - that too,

Etcetera, etcetera. Okay, thanks.

So I'm a good guy.

Hey, how come you
and Big Brother aren't wireless yet?

Soon enough,
thanks to you and your friends.

You're progressing very well.

Apple...

...sauce.

Splash...

Who's that'?

Oh, stop acting crazy. You know who it is.

Well nodded, Mr. Nodder!

I called Volker up yesterday,
and it's all straight.

Hey, I'm Volker.

You resemble him.

And when I say resemble, I mean resemble!

Where does the Volker you know live?

In a building with slogans. Enough.

On Jacobi Strasse. I never lived there.

No, Volker likes to live here and there.

Does he play a jew's harp?

He plays around with Ann!

Volker's living with us now.

Not so loud, madame.
What was I going to say?

Ladies' choice!

Do you remember
what happened on Jacobi Strasse, Hoffman?

In the building with the painted walls?

"Don't nod, Hoffman, talk"!
I moved...

What did you do?

Moved toward an ossifer.

And a knife, and... Bang!

You never owned a knife,
not even a pocket-knife!

- The cop pushed you into that room and shot you!
- Stop it!

You want the pigs
to make him learn their version, or what?

He has to say it himself.

All doesn't matter, you can't imagine.

They can take everything out.

What can they take out?

Your eye, ear, head, everything!
Doesn't matter.

Look at this picture, Hoffman.

That's your hobby, nor a switchblade!

I...

I am nobody.

While we wait for him to remember,

they make a case
against us from Schurig's testimony.

Stay cool.

Easy, easy.

Put that thing away, man.

Get your hands off me!

Ann, don't!

Request info: Hoffman, Ann,
passport No. C7074529...

Okay, and the other one?

Koehler, Volker,
passport No. C6452847.

They wanted?

Negative.

Hammer.

Hammer.

Go on.

Knife.

All right. Go on.

Saw... Pliers... Tile.

- Tile?
- What's the name...

- to make things smooth.
- You mean a file?

It's like this.

File's spelled with an F.
It looks a lot like a T.

You forgot this line in the middle here.

Right.

And what is this?

A knife.

Draw one.

That's not a knife, this is a knife.

The Italian says I have a knife.

Volker says I don't have a knife.

So if I have or not have,
that is the question.

A farmer who hid me during the war

thought that this
could influence his future.

Focus-pokus.

I watched the way it works
and I finally decided.

that it had no connection
with his future at all.

It only shows you what you want,
and you act accordingly.

Listen, Hoffman, the police
did not find a knife in that room.

You knife a policeman?

No, I don't think so.

So long, Hoffman.

Knifer.

Knifer.

A whiskey, per favore.

Try a hospital brandy.

Whiskey.

He isn't allowed to sell hard liquor
to guys in pyjamas. Have a beer.

Waiter, a beer!

Take my advice, boy. Go and sleep it off.

That's the guy in the papers
who bumped off the cop.

I'm sick and I want a beer
or I'll call the doctor!

Eighty-four.

Autogramm please.

Thank you.

To your health.

Ninth floor, neurosurgery?

Right, ninth.

When that nurse Angelica walks
in instant hard on, huh?

Who did that?

If the cut's crooked
you can't expect 'em to sew it straight.

Do it over. Doesn't look good.

You can't go through a windshield,
and expect lace stitches.

It's to test the broads.

Down with separate wards!

Double beds!

There's that guy
who had his picture in the papers.

Clack, clack, clack!

Don't clack on your back, miss.

ID!

Okay, okay.

Checkmate!

Limp off!

Aggressive.

What do you mean, aggressive?

You've got four minutes all in all.
I'll cut it together.

Okay, then she takes a minute
and a half and you guarantee no cuts.

- Who's doing this, you or me?
- All right. Either the whole thing or nothing.

You don't make the decision.

My boss has no say in the matter.

Okay, ready

Go ahead.

It's a lie that Hoffman's
a terrorist or knifed anybody.

He is a biogeneticist
at the Traut Institute

and was politically active there,
not here on Jacobi Strasse.

I work here
with the kids at this Youth Center,

and Hoffman just came
to visit me privately, nothing more.

I think they're trying
to make him look like a terrorist

because the police need
some excuse for the police brutality.

What would you have done?

Well, I know that when you're scared
you sometimes do unexpected things.

If somebody came at me with a gun,
I'd defend myself. Definitely.

Fine, great.

We'll see.

- You get out of here.
- Hey, what the...

Hello.

Amazing!

About Hoffman?

No, I don't think so.

Here are your pills.

What are you doing?

Cut it out!

Up against the wall, and don't blink.

Stop it. Give me that.

I know, Hoffman's supposed to sleep.

I forgot something.

What is that under that...

You know.

Oh, your memory's not that bad.

When you come in, instant hard on.

Are you sure?

Sure. Sure. N... no...

Under that blue thing,
what does it look like?

Hoffman...

Come on, show me.

Please.

More.

You're lying. There were two.

Goodnight, Hoffman.

None of what they print is true.
Hoffman doesn't remember anything.

And Schurig's testimony
has to be proven first.

I know one thing.

Cut!

If somebody came at me with a gun,
I'd defend myself. Definitely.

Things have been changing in our country.

Policemen can shoot people
and claim it was self-defense.

What if a normal citizen
has to defend himself,

because policemen too can make mistakes.

We policemen think very carefully
before using our side arms.

The bastard.

What would you do

if - suddenly - one of them

was standing right in front of you?

Look what that guy's doing over there.

What do you want here?

What are you doing?

- Measuring this building.
- What for?

They're gonna tear it down.

You nuts, or what?

- You're crazy.
- Ask him.

Come on.

Who sent you, anyway?

- Hey leave it down!
- I asked you something!

- Who are you?
- Asshole!

City sells Youth Center
to Insurance Company!

Here, one more.

Here you are.

Hello, sports fan.

Split!

Police brutality against youth.
Off the pigs before they off you.

Article 88 A

that's 88A, all right -

Please tell Hoffman
I can't come today. I just can't make it.

Tell him I've got to work.

You'll have to change this.

This is getting to be too much.

This'll get Volker a year, at least.

What's with your boyfriends anyway?

They all seem
to end up behind locked doors.

Maybe we should leave 'em there.

This show the areas
that control the various body.

Here, the speech center,
here hearing, and back here vision.

Doesn't matter, you can't imagine.

Here, look.

The bullet went in here.

This is the trajectory.

But that still doesn't explain
all the aberrant symptoms.

Not good.

Not good at all.

When your brain
starts thinking about itself...

Doctor I Kaputt is... Kaputt.

Right. But if some of your 15 billion
brain cells weren't able to replace

the ones that are gone,

you wouldn't even be able
to get excited about it.

Could the wound
be causing his eye trouble, too?

It's possible, but not probable.
When they bought him in,

he not only had a gunshot wound but a
concussion. And marks

on his head and body
caused by a blunt instrument.

- A police club?
- Possibly.

Do you think Schurig
might have shot you and then beaten you?

Listen to me.

The doctor said
I have to look at him more and more.

I think it was vice-versa.
He beat you up and then shot you.

It wasn't self-defense.

You wouldn't believe it. I saw him...

I have to get out of here.
I'm already k.o.

Here, get dressed.

- We're taking him with us.
- He's still in no condition.

Nothing to say, go home.
Ciao, buona notte.

Did you hear we arrested your friend?

Inciting violence and resisting arrest.

Your wife too
and a couple of other people.

We'll get
an "interaction group" together yet.

Where's your boss?

He won't tell you anything different.
Hoffman stays here.

How long you gonna keep him?
Until he starts playing Paganini.

He takes walks in the park,

smokes, drinks beer, sees friends -
and you say he's in no condition.

We have to treat his psychosyndrome and
aphasias, or he'll never get over them.

And he's prone to epileptic fits.

We'll see if independent physicians agree
with your diagnosis, doctor.

I'd like to ask you a personal question.

Do you really believe all this?

All the trouble you're taking
to turn Hoffman into a terrorist?

I don't believe anything,
Dr. Groeske, I know.

You patient isn't
the absent-minded professor

his political friends would like
people to believe he is.

He's nothing but an excellent actor.

Do you really believe he could
endanger anybody in his condition?

Of course I do!

These people aren't common criminals.

They're much worse.
They live in a fantasy world where

human life -
their own and others' - is worthless.

"Off the pigs before they off you".
That sound familiar?

Every law officer is a pig to them.
And pigs are slaughtered.

My wife doesn't like them anymore,
like one, doctor?

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hello!

Hello; Mr. Arnold.

Dr. Hoffman! I sure
wasn't expecting to see you again.

You're not the only one.

You've changed a lot...

Dr. Groeske.
We have new identification tags.

- For two months now.
- Did something happen?

Not a thing. It's just one of the new
rules so that nothing does.

I didn't realize what you were doing in
your free time.

Not that it's any of my business,
but I'm all for it.

- What?
- Everything!

Keep it up.

Too many ass lickers around.

Here - for your body.

Thanks.

How baffling.
I didn't know you'd been released.

I always wanted to visit you...

Thanks for coming. How am I?

Your speech is somewhat odd...

So and so.

How did you get here?

- Shouldn't I take you back?
- No going back.

I haven't disturbed your cells the whole
time. They've been waiting for you.

Isn't that a nice reception?

Thank you, cells.

I start work tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow morning?

We've kept your position open despite
attempted disciplinary measures.

Wait for the court decision, I tell them.

For us scientists
no theory is true until it's proven.

Evidence!

Staff evidence tags, sure!

Identity tags? Just a formality.

But maybe I should call your wife?

When do I start?

What was your hypotheses?
Chromosomal error or self-destruction?

Murder.

You're studying cell aging.
How did you proceed?

I asked...

You know you can continue
anytime you want to, Mr. Hoffman,

depending on
whether your condition allows it.

I'd have to lie to tell the truth.

Mrs. Hoffman? Ahrens, Institute for
Genetics. Your husband is here and...

Hello, Ann?

I'm here with this A...

Ahrens.

Asshole. You wouldn't believe it.

You can't go home,
you have to go back to the clinic.

Anleitner, Ann, Volker -
they all tell me "you have to".

Starting today I say.

You can't! You're not well yet!

Good morning nurse,

you can take my fever meter out now.

Volker!

- Where is he?
- They arrested him

for passing out fliers - for you.
- Fine.

The best thing about Volker
is really his whatsit.

Put your hair back, like this...

Like you used to.

A face.

I want to see the bones underneath.

Beautiful.

You should spend time
in the intensive care ward!

First kissing, then...

Why?

Yes, why?

Because, I'm drunk forever, because...

Because my memory, my brain...

Hypothalamus... I'll show you, you!

Stop it!

Stop it, you're scaring me!

You're scared!

Scared!

Scared of little Hoffman,
the little cripple!

Does my wooden hand hurt?

You have to go back.
It was crazy to run away.

Crazy or not,
that's not for you to decide.

I decide. No "but" s.

No "but" s. Are you starting that again.

You can't decide anything
until you know the consequences.

I don't have any consequences.
Hoffman is inconsequential.

Would you rather spend two weeks
in the clinic or a year in jail?

I'd rather stay home.

You can't.

I can't look after you morning and night.

She has to - that's what you said.

- Yes, I did say that.
- You go back to the clinic.

- If I'm here, nobody knows.
- They'll find out.

How?

From me if necessary.

I don't feel like trouble because of you.

So let's go.

Wait a minute.

What now?

I want them
to pick you up in an ambulance.

I wouldn't want
some patrol car to think we're escaping.

Hello? Anleitner speaking, 43 Grieserweg.

Please send an ambulance.

Yes, right away.

This is the police speaking.

The house is surrounded.
Come out with your hands up.

Don't shoot, we're coming out.

Hands up!

Don't point that at me!

Caught attempting to escape, Hoffman.

That's everything I have.

But you watch out, you gangsters,
because the police will be here soon.

Help, help, gangsters!

Police! Help, police!

Your last entry: "No doubt, the
contemplation of suicide

is only the inversion of the wish to kill.

An American in my situation would
just start shooting out the window."

We're interested
in your next entry, Mr. Hoffman.

You're too late.
Hoffman turned himself in.

Turned himself in? He was caught.
There's a difference.

An ambulance is on the way.

If he can run away,
he can sit in a jail cell.

Don't touch him, or I'll kill you!

I had a dream in the night...

I can see.

Really? Don't you see double anymore?

I mean see!

And what do you see?

The leaves on the trees,

lots of leaves, and a single leaf by
itself, the way it is.

Really, or in a dream?

Really in a dream!

There used to be only shadows there...

...And t-twigs...

And Ann.

And now? What do you see now?

What you don't see.

Look at the light out there.

That light comes toward you
no matter where you stand.

Hoffman wants to go home.

It all depends now
on how hard you work on yourself.

You won't have the nurses and me,
but you're not well yet.

Don't fool yourself about your
condition - or other people.

No women, no beer, no cigarettes.

No, just go easy at first.

For you, doctor.
The cow has only five t-t...

Tits.

You know everything.

They're here to see you.

The warrant for my client's arrest
is temporarily suspended and

his trial postponed. At least for now.
There may be

new medical opinions - or even new law.

I'd like to say that
I don't have anything to say to you or me.

Ask your TV set.

If you're looking
for a Berthold Hoffman, then I recommend

the telephone book.

There are three Hoffmans and any one
could do your thing just as well.

I want to take a shower
and put a soft shirt on.

And all you policemen out there -
you'll be hearing from me.

What room does Volker live in?

Here.

Why Volker anyway?

Everything full of Volker.

Why Volker?

I want Volker to stay here.

Who do you love - him or me?

To whom it may concern and
especially me - I'm fine,

I've had six months' vacation, and
I'm going to America tomorrow.

America?

I've had an offer. The whole
industry is interested in me.

Since when
are you interested in the industry?

Or I could become a musician.

Sure, a left-handed triangle player.

Funny man.

You can't become anything
until you get well.

I am well.
When does this trial start, anyway?

Right away, if you want to lose it.
But not with me.

Sometimes I think
you really don't want to get well.

Forget it, let's run.

I can't run, dammit! You know that.

It's not whether you can or can't,
it's whether you want to. Well?

Come on. I'll beat you anyway.

Come on. You look great.

Same old Hoffman.

Hello, neighbor!

You can throw me out any time.

I haven't taken over.

No, a roommate.
Like I always say, ladies' choice.

Alcohol poisons your cells.

How was jail?

How was the clinic?

The same difference.

They're trying to pin that attack
on the police station on me now.

They'll have me do it before long.

To Anleitner,
who always gets you out.

Ordinary citizens
can't win against cops, can they, Hoffman?

Next time they come they won't find me.

Now you're both crazy.

A cop shoots Hoffman in the head and we're

afraid to call him a murderer
until the judge decides.

Before we defend ourselves we want to know
who else will. We'd rather take downs.

About your speeches, comrade

I've been studying
rhetoric since I got out.

"All of Hoffman's friends." Who are they?

And the word "victim" is always
accompanied by "helpless",

in the sense of "stupid".

I mean, I think you ought to start...

...coming up with a little more

like get down, shove it,
it's tango time!

Where'd you hide my knife?

That's old news, Hoffman,
yesterday's papers.

Where is my knife?

Here, in your head!
You and a knife!

I'll stick you, you fucker!

You'd rather have me dead.

Get out! Both of you!

Get out of here.

Make me a sandwich, comrade.

Am I in your way?

Where are you going?

That's just what I thought,
you little pricks. That's useless!

How old are you anyway?
This is like kindergarten.

Why are you doing this?

This is it.

Halt!

Get up, Mr. Hoffman. Come on.

Gentlemen, I give up.

We're not interested
in you anymore, Mr. Hoffman.

What do you want?

How is..s.. Schurig?

Are you a reporter?

I met your husband once.

What do you want from me?

Down, Wotan.

Dogs like me.

Dogs and nurses.

Come on, Wotan.

Go in the kitchen, Wotan.

The hole's closed now.

Yes, I see.

Go ahead and touch it,
it doesn't hurt anymore.

Does yours still hurt?

Are you okay?

You look different than in the papers.

Pictures change people.

Pictures and hospitals.

What do you do for a living?

Biogenetics?
We were wondering what that was.

My memory's going back slowly.

I mean coming, not going.

I take my memory back, I mean question.

Why you hit me on skull?

Why you shoot me in head?

When I was lying on ground? Why?

I'll tell the judge.

Show him what he did to you!

All fake!

You too!

You're putting me on.

Maybe you were just scared...
Like I was.

Yes...

Yes.

Schurig?

Are you looking for something?

Open the door!

I'm you.

Come on.

Stop!

Don't move.

Let me out of here!

Don't shoot.

Open up!

Please open the door.

Put it down.

Yes, put it down.

Put it down or I'll shoot.

Let me out!

That's enough, Hoffman.

Hoffman, stop it.

It's only a game.

This is insane.

Why did you lie?

Nobody ever asked me.

But it was exactly like this.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Who cares now?

I do.

You are crazy.

Maybe, maybe not.

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