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(Theme song:
Rhythmic, lively music)

(Voices)

(Continue voices
and theme tune)

Hey!

(Man) Sold out!

(Next voices and music)

(Voices now quieter)

To all involved,
the colleagues of technology,

the performance begins in 5 minutes.

Mr. Kern? In 5 minutes.

Is not he here?

Is not he with you?

- Oh ...
- He forgot his book.

Mr. Kern?

To the colleagues: We are looking for Mr. Kern.

Maybe you look
in the canteen, yes?

- Thank you.
- Yes.

Mr. Kern?

Crap.

(Title tune more energetic)

Ah, pfff ...

(Cellphone rings)

(Mrs.) Mr. Kern?
You are David Kern!

- Uh, no.
- (Man) Mr. Kern!

I ... my mother
was so looking forward to the reading,

and now it is said, it is sold out.
Maybe you can do something.

- (door will be opened)
- Here you are, David!

Is everything ok?

What are you doing there?

- The gentlemen have no cards.
- That's why you do not have to worry.

- You have to go on stage!
- I am sorry.

Oh please! We are 4 hours
brought here by car!

Mr. Kern!
You have to get us tickets!

(Man) standing room
or behind the pillar, no matter!

Are you sure,
that everything is alright?

(Stage Manager) Here you are!

Colleagues, we have him!

- It's really time now.
- David!

(Announcer) Our today's guest is
the literary sensation of the year.

His novel is by the one
celebrated as the end of postmodernism,

- and from the others as cynical ...
- Mr. Kern, I should like you ...

Is for my wife.
Write "For Gabi".

She has read your book 3 times.
Well, I had to.

(Stage announcement)
... the 50s romance ...

I have the author
but presented much older.

(Stage announcement)
... the ability to communicate ...

Me too. I do not know the author.

(Laughing)

- (via headphones) 'set the stage free.'
- Lets go.

(Stage announcement) This novel,

this is Anna Karenina
for the Internet generation.

- To all involved ...
- We are very pleased,

that the author of this novel
will read for us.

Because only when you have heard him,

you know how touching
his story really is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome David Kern with me!

(Loud applause and cheers)

(Thought voice David)
'My name is David Kern.

'THE David core.

'I am the author
one of the most important novels

'the German post-war literature.

'I was definitely told.

'Honestly, I do not quite understand
what people think about the novel.

'I do not understand either,
what they find in me. '

(Man) David!

'A few months ago
nobody was interested in me.

'No one at all.'

(Voices and laughter)

'I am actually a waiter.

'And a friend once told me that
exactly that makes a good waiter.

'He is invisible. He waits,
until you pay attention to it,

Only then does he begin
actually exist. '

- Hello? I just wanted to ask for ...
- ... install, batteries ...

- I only have € 3.
- Yes gladly.

'Seen that way
I was a perfect waiter. '

- What does the table cost?
- (Marie) What do you want for it?

20th

'Unfortunately, I was somehow
otherwise quite invisible. '

I'll get that as a paperback book
new for 8.

- 'Especially for women.'
- Then buy yourself a paperback.

I'll give you 9.

- (seller) That's a first edition.
- Nonsense! Just because I'm a girl,

do you think you can do me
tell everything. Maximum 10.

- 18.
- 10.

- Come on, 17, but you can not do any more.
- 12. And that comes here too.

Ah ok. Come over.

(Hits individual keys)

(English pronunciation)
Commissioner Maigret. I know.

(Ringtone)

(Further typing noise)

Hey, young man!

So you break the roller.

It costs 120.

Um, thanks, no.
I'm looking for such small tables.

Well, hm. Well, there.

30th

- That's a bedside table.
- Yes, sure.

No. I'm looking for something like that, uh ...
Bistro table.

But you can also have a plate
stand on top of. That is not forbidden.

Well, I would take that.
He is pretty.

Well, did you hear
what did the miss have said?

He is pretty.

- Or do you want to take that?
- no. But I take the books here.

- € 8?
- (laughs) Nah. So 12.

- 10.
- Ok, because it's you.

Thank you.

So, more than 15
I would not pay for it.

(Seller) So, what is?

Will you fight him for 20?

But I'll say that,
the drawer is stuck.

Uh, 15?

Hey, what is that?

That's a bedside table.
Thou shalt search tables!

You can leave it here right now.

He is pretty.

If you think he's so pretty,
you can buy it yourself.

Hello? Yes I'm still here.

Why do you want the purchase quantity
increase? Should I give the stuff away?

(Loud voices, music)

(David) I'll be right there with you.

(Woman) Thank you!

So, once Kanapees.

Let it taste good.

'Sorry.

- Should I? OK one moment. Um ...
- Table 3.

Campari-O.

To you. And the red wine?

(Man) Which red wine?

- Did not you order red wine?
- (woman) Nope.

'Sorry?
Have you ordered a red wine?

- no.
- No thanks.

(David) Um, hello?

Who has the red wine?

(Incomprehensible conversation)

Hello!

- I bought it.
- What?

- The bedside table.
- Aha.

Are you looking for a place?
I have one free.

I'm actually dating.

You're welcome.

Can I bring you something?

Mmm, a Rioja.

(Laughing)

Voilà!

If you need something, I'm here.

- ... great literature.
- Ciao, Roger.

- Hi.
- ... Proseminar.

The author as a craftsman, yes, yes.

So, if the gentlemen
would please follow now?

That may be true
for you copywriter.

That has with the text form
absolutely nothing to do!

- Hello Marie.
- Hello.

(Kiss lute)

May I introduce? Sabrina, Roger.

- (Marie) Hi.
- Soave, 2 Pils.

And then you can continue right away.

1 Pernod, 1 Rioja, 1 Cava
and for Sabrina

- a Gin Tonic with Bombay Sapphire.
- Thank you.

- And then compare with Kafka.
- It's a tiresome topic!

- Did you do something yesterday?
- no.

It was too late for His Highness.
- Where does the literature come from?

And then the two rabbits wanted
not anymore.

- You started it!
- (Ralph) Seriously.

Judging by the economic reality
it could be literature

of course always only because

because the writing
is a compulsion for the writer,

it is easier to write
as not to write.

Take a banal example. Simenon.

(English pronunciation) Simenon!
Commissioner Maigret and all, no?

Totally thrilling.

- (French pronunciation) Maigret.
- Simenon was French.

Simenon was Belgian.
I tell you, you have no idea.

Does anyone else want to continue with Ralph?
to discuss? I'm beaten.

What's this?

- Your Rioja, as always.
- Did I order that?

I can not remember
which to order.

Come on, take that back with you.

'Tschuldige.
I thought because you always drink Rioja.

- Can I bring you something else?
- Mmm, a Rioja.

(Laughter)

Voilà. A Rioja.

No, not the Rioja. I would like
the Rioja that I ordered.

He just meant that nice.

I think everyone has the right
a certain unpredictability, right?

- I could also want a coke.
- Yes, bring Ralph a coke.

He also wants to surprise us.

- So, if you want something different ...
- Let it be good, I'll take that first.

As if you would ever drink Coke.

It is not about,
if I really want to drink a coke,

but the fundamental right
want to drink a coke.

Did you get the book,
of whom I once told

Today at the flea market.
Yes, even as a first edition.

(Soft quiet sounds)

Alright guys?

(Theme song)

(Continue title tune)

(Moaning hard)

(Music stops abruptly)

(Quiet meaningful tone)

(Reads) "This is the story
by Peter and Sophie.

"Dear God,
do not let them end sadly. "

(Again title tune)

(Thought voice) 'I was drunk,
when I read the novel for the first time.

'And I could
Do not stop reading.

'The novel told the story
by Peter Landwei,

a young man,
in the fifties

'skating
fell in love with a young girl.

'Sophie.

'But like that in the 50s
probably,

'Sophie's parents
were against the love of the two

'and put Sophie in a boarding school,
far away from Peter.

'Actually, the biggest part was
the novel of letters,

in which Peter Sophie wrote
how much he loves her,

'how much he suffered from the separation,
how much he missed her.

'It was the story
a desperate love.

As I said, I was drunk
and in a sentimental mood,

'when I read the story.

Maybe that was the reason
why she touched me like that. '

(Still title tune)

(Theme tune mutes)

Hello!

- Hello.
- I am David.

The waiter.

- Marie, right?
- Right, yes.

Oh, the other one is still whole.

Thank you.

Everytime I see you,
Do you have a book in your hand?

- Something against?
- No, not at all.

I'm just wondering
how to read so much.

I study literature.

And you, what do you do?

Yes, waiters in the Esquina stop.

Well, that's not it
my real job.

Hm! And what is your real job?

I do not know.

But I think about it.

I'm sorry, I just have
Nothing interesting to tell.

- I'm just annoying you, right?
- no.

No not at all.

Well, if you talk to a girl,

could you think before
what you want to say.

Serve the Esquina
Already in the open air? Great.

- Hi.
- Hello.

May I introduce,
that's there ... Dani ..., uh ...

- David.
- David.

- Hello, Ralph.
- Hello.

Will you please bring me an espresso?
and so on a croissant?

- Here.
- Thank you very much.

I see, you are allowed to be women
do not wait so long.

You have watched that very closely.

Was I finally going to read something from you,
or do you have an excuse again?

No excuse.
It just is not finished yet.

You'll get something to read,
when it's time.

- I'm gonna go, then.
- Yes, bye.

I'm not that slow anymore
sure if you ever write

or with your talk about it only
want to impress little girls.

(Breathes heavily)

(Lively music sets in)

(Music takes a back seat)

(Laughter,
incomprehensible entertainment)

Who owns this thing here?

(Incomprehensible conversation)

Marie?

Oh hello.

I brought you something to read.

I would like to know
what you say.

- You write?
- Hmmm. Yes, that's a bit. To me.

Oh, that's hard.

190 pages. But it is very easy
formatted. It reads very easily.

It's a love story
in the 50s.

Maybe you find her a bit
cheesy. Is it probably too.

But I thought ...
Oh, just read, if you feel like it.

Nobody has read yet.

Why do not you give it to Ralph?
He certainly understands more than me.

Ok, I'll read it. But I'm warning you.
I am pretty direct.

I'll tell you, too
if I do not like it.

Clear! I like it! No problem.

My number
is on the first page.

(Clara Hills Folkwaves: "About You")

Crap!

(Street noise, horns)

- (saleswoman) Thank you. Have fun.
- (customer) Thanks for the tip.

Goodbye.

Do you have a book by Alfred Duster?

- Alfred Duster? What specific?
- What?

Uh, I do not know.
What did he write?

Let's see.

We'll have it soon.

Alfred ... Duster.

- Are you sure that's his name?
- Hmmm.

Dussler we have, Duranek, Duppler.

Duster ... Duster we do not have here.

And Peter Landwei? Uh, so country white?

- Landwei.
- Landwei, Landwei.

No you.
Well, I'm really sorry now.

Are you sure,
that the names are correct?

- Yes, I'm sure.
- Hmmm.

Many Thanks.

- Hey, I'll take that.
- novel analysis?

- So, the espresso.
- Thank you.

(Steps approach)

I warned you.
You can still send me away.

Well, I want to know it now.

I got it last night in one piece
read and I think it's incredible.

I could not do it anymore
stop. And this last sentence:

"This Peter Landwei,
that was me."

Madness. I cried right.

That's how I felt.

You were crying while writing?
Madness...

You should use the script
necessarily to a publisher send.

- No, no, no, better not.
- Why not? It is good!

You said,
you're just writing so much.

But I think you write more
as just a little bit.

This is really good,
what you wrote there.

Mm ... The story is too personal.

When do you write something like that?

You do not come at night before 1:00
from work to home.

Mostly shortly after 2:00.

And then you sit down
and write?

Hm.

It is easier to write
as not to write.

(Romantic music)

(Ralph) Marie?

I thought, if you feel like it,

then I could finally give you that
what to read from my novel.

I do not have it yet
written in clear.

"Work in progress", you know.

But I have a nice bottle of wine
at home and I thought we 2 ...

Not today. I actually wanted
wait for David to finish work here.

And I'll read your novel if you yourself
feel like he's done, huh?

Better is better.

'Sorry.
Unfortunately we have to shut down now.

- Come on, come.
- What does he have?

I think he's in a crisis
with his novel. Are you ready?

- I wanted to show you something.
- What now?

Yes.

Or do you have to write now?

Go on!

- What size?
- What?

- Your shoe size.
- Uh, 43.

Total average.
Is always sold out.

Here. 43.5. Sometimes it is not
so bad to be average.

Come on, wear it!

But I can
not good at all skating.

Me neither.

But I like it so much.

(Lisa Bassenge and The J-Chestra:
"Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps")

That's how bad you are
but not on skates.

Oh ... Anyone can do anything.
Did you say yourself?

(laugh)

(Continue "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps")

Thanks for the nice trip.

You kidnapped me.

I would never have figured that out.

You probably would have about it
written instead of doing it.

("Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps"
dies away abruptly)

Crap!

'Sorry.

(Niest)

(Clears throat)

(Sniffs)

That's interesting when you are
come home. Who is this?

- (sniffs again)
- That's David.

Good Morning.

There is a list in the kitchen for you.
I told you,

that sublease does not mean
that you are not responsible.

I have no idea where you are
but I'm sure

You are too late. Hm?

There is nothing left for breakfast.
I'll tell you right away.

You were
Also with shopping.

Bye!

May I introduce?
My charming roommate.

Crap.

You have to think it over again
with your novel and a publisher.

Marie, I ... I have something to tell you.

Yes?

("Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps"
starts again)

(Continue "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps")

(Continue "Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps")

(It rings)

("Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps" fades away)

(It rings again)

(Cellphone rings)

(Mobile still rings)

(Marie) David?

Yes?

Ll be right there!

I'm sorry.
I had to tidy up a bit.

I have to tell you something.

What wonderful.

(Marie reads) "We could
imagine 'Sophie, Sophie'

"in our series 'Young authors'
to publish."

Is not that crazy?
They want to change the title,

and when they think about the title,
then they really want to have that.

Here you write such things.
Madness!

When did you send this?

The day after I read it.

Now do not look that way.

Secretly you were hoping for something like that.
Admit it.

You were just scared,
that he is rejected.

That's not the way to say that.

I know, I should have asked you.

But you know, how many writers
waiting to find a publisher?

And Kubner is not just any publisher.

This is your chance, David.
You have to believe in yourself!

I believe in you.

(Theme song)

'Sorry.

Uh, I have a bedside table
bought from you. Do you remember?

With the trapped drawer.

Like right now? Do you want to give it back?

No, no, I, um ...
Do you know where it comes from?

Is from my dad here.

- The whole junk. Almost everything.
- Is your father called Duster?

Nope. He was called Lochmann.
Like me.

Do you know an Alfred Duster?

Nope. Say, what do you want anyway?

- And Peter Landwei, do you know him?
- no.

But conversely, I know one.
Weiland.

- Peter Weiland?
- Yes, I say.

He used to live with us earlier.
Sublet. In the 50s.

- Do you know where to find it?
- Probably not at all.

He had an accident. With the
Motorcycle against a mountain. Disciples like you.

Well, he's dead.

What do you want
from the Dassler?

- Duster. Alfred Duster.
- Here are you.

All right, Duster.
But who is that, Alfred Duster?

- Is that a writer?
- Take care.

No idea. He's crazy.

Look what I found.

This is our "love gift".
Like that from your novel.

(Accelerating motorcycle)

(David reads) "At the exit of the town
started the highway,

"the one kilometer later
disappeared in the tunnel.

"Peter Landwei switched
in the highest gear and drove the Ducati

"with full throttle on the tunnel entrance too.
'She was blown up into a cliff,

"like a wall
put across the valley.

"You could enter the tunnel
do not miss, even at night.

- "Unless you did it on purpose.
- (squeaking brakes)

"Like Peter Landwei.

"And that Peter Landwei, that was me."

(Telephone rings)

(Woman) 'Kubner Verlag, Sawaski, hello?'

Hello, this is David Kern.

Um, I can
to talk to Mrs. Kohler?

'Yes, one moment please.'

Mr. Kern!
I am already waiting for your call.

Have a nice lunch.
When do we want to meet?

Um, the thing looks like this:

I do not want,
that the novel is published.

- Are you crazy?
- 'That's interesting. Say, '

are you there on the weekend?

'Um ... yes, actually. How so?'

Yes, I'm in town too. To let
Let's meet for a coffee.

Just so, to get to know.

You do not have to publish anything
if you do not want.

She still wants to meet with me.

David, you have to meet this woman.
Otherwise I'll leave you.

Yes OK.

(Theme song)

(Theme tune mutes)

(David reads) "'Here you can
do not just warm up

'' and consume nothing ',

"had the serving daughter
with the sp ... Spitz ... lace cap,

"that looked like a cake cuff,
scolded

"when he said for the third time

"he is still waiting.

"If she let him sit now
at the first rendez ...

"R ... Re ... Rendezvoh, R ... Rendez ..."

- (Correctly pronounced) Rendezvous.
- Hm?

- Rendezvous.
- (Right now) Rendezvous, yes, of course.

"... at the first re ... de ...
Rendezvous."

K-Can not I say "Appointment"?

You are the author. You have to
but have thought something

- when you wrote rendezvous.
- Yes, but not to read aloud.

(Laughing)

So on. Again from the beginning, please.

(Thought Voice David) 'Ren-dez-vous.'

"She was famous
for the biggest nut summits in the city.

"Because of you came
the skaters over there. "

Louder please.

"Peter was a quarter of an hour
been too early. "

- Volume up!
- (thought voice) 'Ren-dez-vous.'

"He wanted to be sure

"that he got a table,
not on a shop window,

"where you were exhibited
like the pa ... pat ... patisserie. "

(Chuckling)

(Thought voice David)
'Shit, there's Ralph!

'Do not look into the audience, David.
There is nobody there.

'What is Ralph doing here?
How does he know ... '

"But now it was 5 past.

"And he was still sitting alone

"in front of his hot chocolate,
he had to order. "

(Thought voice) 'Rendezvous.
Concentrate, David.

'Rendezvous. Rendezvous.

'How Kohler looks.
You will notice.

'Why is she looking like that? Rendezvous.

'She knows.
Oh, God, Kohler knows!

'Rendezvous. Rendezvous.'

"'Here you can not easy
warm up and consume nothing ',

"had the serving daughter
with the spit ... "

- 'She will tell Marie. Rendezvous!'
- "With the Spitz ..."

- (woman) lace bonnet.
- 'Everyone knows, David! Rendezvous!'

"With the lace cap ..."

- 'Rendezvous. Everyone can see it!
- 'Sorry.

- 'Rendezvous, Rendezvous, Rendezvous.'
- I'll start again.

"'Here you can not easy
warm up and consume nothing ',

- 'Rendezvous.
- "had the serving daughter

- 'Rendezvous.
- "with the lace cap,

- 'Rendezvous, rendezvous.
- "that looked like a cake cuff,

- 'Rendezvous, Rendezvous, Rendezvous.
- "scolded when he said for the third time

- 'Rendezvous, Rendezvous, Rendezvous!
- "he is still waiting.

- 'Rendezvous, rendezvous!
- "If she let him sit now,

- 'Rendezvous, Rendezvous, Rendezvous!
- "at the first

- 'Rendezvous, Rendezvous!'
- "To meet?"

(Glasses sound)

I wanted to thank you
for the title suggestion "Lila, Lila".

That's a lot better that way. "Sophie, Sophie"
sounds like a children's book.

I actually thought so
not that bad.

But David has himself too
insisted on changing the title.

(Kohler) Professional attitude.

Thank you.

Was not that good
the reading, right?

Well ...

To be honest, it was shitty.

But do not tell him that.
It's always hard the first time.

- Is David dyslexic?
- (swallows)

David! Congratulations.

How many were there? 4?

7, without us.

They were wonderful. So ... authentic.

Even Ralph was here.

I know. Now he can
to tear the mouth over me.

What! You were good.

I was shitty.

I do not do readings anymore.

That was your first.
You were a bit nervous.

Yeah right.
After a few small readings

that works a lot, much better.

I am not a writer,
I am a waiter.

And waiters can not read.

Not in Itzehoe, not in Dortmund
and nowhere else.

Should I tell you what you are?
You are crazy.

Marie ... what would you say

if I have the novel
Did not write it yourself?

If I found that, or something?

Then I would say

I really want the man
get to know who wrote this.

Because I think that's one
must be very fine, sensitive man,

who is just too shy,
to read in front of an audience.

And I'm so reserved,
modest types, you know?

With the mesh
did you get me too?

I can not write.
I have never been able to.

- Shh! Shh!
- I have the novel ...

Now I'll tell you something.

I do not care,
how others find your novel.

Because I know what's behind
This shy surface is infected.

But you have to promise me something.

That we are always honest with each other.

I'm into guys often enough
fallen pretending to be something

what they are not.
And you are not like that.

And that's exactly why
I want to be with you

So, do you promise me that?

(Lounge music)

Thank you.

Could be the bearer of hope
German literature

- also serve a latte?
- Oh, Ralph! You're such an asshole.

Why am I an asshole?
I just quote,

what the Olympus of literary criticism
down to us mortals invades.

What is?
Was I still a last milk coffee?

- Yes sure.
- Joachim Landmann

- write about your novel.
- Who is this?

Ha! You are
a real literary punk, David.

This is the literary critic at all.

- That's the pope.
- Wow.

"That's the novel,
which we have been waiting for so long.

"A novel that moves us to tears.

"David Kern,

"one of the few hopefuls
the new German literature,

"tells us in the neo-conservative
Robe of the 50s

"the story of a forbidden love

"and rings with his
surprisingly mature debut novel

"the long overdue beginning of the end
literary postmodernism. "

What a sentence!
Can you get yourself framed?

That's a hymn!
Joachim Landmann moved to tears!

That's amazing!

Now it's over
with the readings in the province.

That's the breakthrough!

Does that mean that I am
someone has to search for something new?

Take Ralph. Perhaps
it helps his writing career.

(Thought voice) 'I felt like
one who had just opened,

'that he is a medicine ball sized
Has tumor in the brain.

'I wish someone
he comes and says

'No problem, David.
I know what we are doing now. "

'But instead they stuck me
Kohler and Marie in an expensive suit,

'and the publisher
made one, as Kohler said,

'reasonable frame'
for my next reading. '

(Announcer) Our today's guest is
the literary sensation of the year.

His novel is by the one
celebrated as the end of postmodernism,

- from the others as cynical ...
- Mr. Kern, I should like you ...

Is for my wife.

She has read your book 3 times.
Well, I had to.

I have the author
but presented much older.

- Hmmm. Me too.
- Thank you.

I do not know the author.

(Laughing)

- (via headphones) 'clear the stage!'
- Lets go.

'And then I stood there. And I had
a damn bad feeling.

'Everything was perfect.

'Marie and I were a couple.'

You can do it. I believe in you.

(Kiss lute)

- TOI Toi Toi.
- Thank you.

... his story really is.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please welcome with me

David Kern!

(Applause and cheers)

(More cheers and cheers)

'The audience loved me.
And when I stuttered while reading,

- 'They loved me even more.'
- (man) David!

'They found it' charming ',
so "pleasantly imperfect". '

(Coughs violently and persistently)

(Continued persistent cough
over speaker)

(David) "She was famous
for the biggest nut summits in the city.

"Because of her, the skates came ...
the skaters over there.

"Peter was a quarter of an hour
to be too early.

"He wanted to be sure that a ...
that he got a table,

"and not
at a shop window, "

'I had to
do not empty any more ashtrays. '

"where you were exhibited
like the patisserie. "

'Just go out
and read from a novel,

'Any Peter Weiland
or Alfred Duster had written

'before he goes by motorcycle
was driven against a mountain. '

(Voices)

'And then sign the books,
which were held under my nose. '

"Dear little snail
to the 40th ".

I beg your pardon?

"The ... love ... Schneckchen

"to the 40th".

Hm-hm.

"For Johanna".

Yes, thank you.

Write: "For Alfred Duster".

(Meaningful music)

"For my bear".

- Huh?
- "For my bear".

(Sabrina) Hi, well?

- Hey.
- Write something personal.

(Clears throat)

- "Alfred Duster"? Hm.
- What?

"With the best recommendations, yours
Alfred Duster "Who should that be?

I need a break for a moment.

(Incomprehensible voices)

David!

Here you are!

It's a good idea to go out.
The air in there is for cutting.

- Are you the friend of David Kern?
- Yes.

Tell me, David, what do you see?
Your goals for the future?

Are you already working on a new idea?

You do not have to do anything to me now
tell. Is not the moment for it.

But with confidence,
this is just the beginning.

you will be
make a very different career.

I know that. I have experience.

What am I talking about for a long time?
David, I want to ask you

if I am allowed to become your agent.

Yes, the job at Kubner is not now
so that you want to grow old.

And you need someone
who is watching over you, David.

I think you go the whole thing
a bit too naive.

I did not want to interrupt.
Jacky Stocker. 'Good evening.

- 'Good evening.
- Take a little distance from the hustle and bustle?

A wonderful novel, David.

So, really, my congratulations.
I had to cry,

- when I read it.
- Really?

- Yes / Yes.
- Is interesting,

that story also in men
works so emotionally.

Maybe we will meet
better times alone.

Not now.

Yes of course.
I did not want to bother.

Um ... Breakfast at the Hotel Savoy?

- Tomorrow at 10:00?
- Yes.

Everything else is too early anyway.

Hm? See you?

It was a pleasure.

(Kohler) Who was that?

That, uh, that's an old acquaintance.
Can I have one?

Yes, sure.

Say, David ...
Will you think it over?

What?

Yes, whether I should become your agent.

Yes sure. Clear.

And the Kohler says, the bustle is up
even worse for the book fair.

When the machine rolls, it rolls,
she says.

And I always thought

Writers live secluded
at her desk and write.

(Richert)

But that was probably
a little bit naive.

Can you open it?

I'm in this shit thing
each time as disguised.

Why do you have your mentor?
actually not yet presented?

Whom?

Well, your paternal friend Jacky.
After all, what he did for you.

Jacky says you always are
been incredibly talented.

I did not know,
that you used to play ice hockey

- (Continue toothbrushing sounds)
- Uh, yes.

But you drive for that
very bad skate.

I told Jacky
he should come visit us.

- It's ok, right?
- Hm ...

(Door falls into the lock)

(Moans)

(Quiet piano music in the background)

Why are you telling my girlfriend
that you were my ice hockey coach?

I never played ice hockey.
I have no idea!

It's a nice story.

The disoriented boy,

a fatherly friend
awakens the dormant talent ...

Will you get away with it?
Come sit down.

What do you want from me?

I wanted to meet the young man,

who has so much success.

With my novel.

What do you deserve with such a reading
like yesterday? Hm?

1000?

1,500?

You are not Alfred Duster.

If one of us does not
Alfred Duster is, then you are sure.

Sit down.

- Alfred Duster is dead.
- Mm.

Peter Weiland is dead.
Or should I say Peter Landwei?

Alfred Duster lives.

(With your mouth full) Bring me
a glass of this delicious Bordeaux?

With pleasure. For the young gentleman
also a glass?

Hm? No thanks.

(Continue piano music in the background)

Peter Weiland was Alfred Duster.

Now sit down.

I am Alfred Duster.
I came back from Paris in '59.

I studied there, at the Sorbonne,
wanted to be a writer.

I rented a cheap room,
Typewriter bought,

was looking for a substance
for my first novel,

and someone tells me the story
from my previous tenant.

And his name was Peter Weiland.

I knew immediately, that's my stuff.

Obviously
I had a good nose.

Alfred Duster
should be my pseudonym.

Jacky Stocker sounds more
after price boxer, or something.

Where did you actually get from
this manuscript?

Out of the drawer.

Hm ... And where is it now?

I burned it.

Hm, luckily
I still have the punches,

from the publishers
have come back.

- Do you really like to eat nothing?
- No thanks.

Here. The brawn
is really a poem. Come over.

Nope.

(Still piano music in the background)

Hm?

Hm...

Your girlfriend is really nice.

- Have you been together for a long time?
- We just moved in together.

Hm-hm ... you do not know, right?

I would not have told her either
in your position.

And she has to
also not necessarily experienced.

(Continue piano music in the background)

(Sneezing and sniffling)

(Whistles loudly)

- My young friend would like to pay.
- With pleasure.

(Piano music has fallen silent)

- We are in David's room.
- Hm?

- Hello Marie.
- Hey, hello, nice, that you are here.

- We have dessert.
- Cool. Just stand there. Thank you.

I also thought that was really impressive
like our pseudo-liberal time

especially in the absence
any individual freedom

in this restrictive
sociological system of the 50s

then just so blatantly tell.

(Sabrina) Is he already writing?
something new?

- Yes!
- Exactly.

Honestly, I do not know.

David does not like to talk
about his new projects.

I also write a bit.
So for me.

Hm.

Maybe I can give you one
what to read.

Then we can meet
and talk about it a bit.

I feel like you could do me
there is a lot to give.

'Sorry.

I'm just waiting here.

- What are you doing here?
- Hm? I eat.

This is too much mayonnaise.

But pasta salad is anyway
an underrated art.

Nice apartment.
Bought or rent?

- You can not stay here.
- Why?

What do you want?
Do you want money again?

Well, I thought
we could get to know each other better.

Now that we work so closely together
that can only be of use.

But today is bad.
We have guests here.

- We can meet another time.
- When I'm here?

Mmm! What's that?

- No idea. Mr. Stocker, you ...
- Ah, Marie!

Hello! That's nice, you
Mr. Stocker also invited.

Please, Marie,
Just tell Jacky to me. Hm?

(Marie laughs embarrassed)

Unfortunately, Mr. Stocker
Do not stay long today.

Yes? Oh, that's a pity.

I'm afraid my other date

is not half as charming
like the society here.

Maybe I'll stay a little bit longer.

So if you see David like that,
you do not want to believe

that this literary talent
he is in it.

His appearance is really deceptive.

But he has always been like that.
Since I know him.

With the girls you had to him earlier
also pretty much help on the jumps.

Well, that bad
well it was not, so ...

How do you know each other?

Jacky used to be David's ice hockey coach.

What, you played ice hockey?

Well, me too! Which position?

- Striker of course.
- T-goalkeeper.

Striker!

- Goalkeeper I was!
- What is it?

Well, then he was just a goalkeeper.

It was a kids team.

I have not played ice hockey forever.

But shy
I'm still a bit.

Well, I think it's great
how you sit there on the stage and read.

- Just the imperfect is charming.
- Max Frisch had such a jingle

before readings, yes, he could only read
when he was drunk.

(Laughs) That would be something for you,
David, huh?

You knew Max Frisch?

- Yes, we were together in South America.
- Hm!

So, you can say
that we were good friends, yes.

I also wrote once.

- And what did you write like that?
- Well, stuff like David.

So, not nearly as good, and before
not so successful in all things.

(Marie laughs)

'From this evening on
I could not get rid of Jacky.

He was just there.

'Like a pimple on the butt,
while nobody sees,

'but you yourself
Feel him with every step.

'There was hardly any time left
could spend alone with Marie.

'If I'm from one of my reading tours
came home,

I was mostly from 2 people
picked up at the platform. '

David!

What a coincidence!

I discovered a new restaurant.

(Modern lounge music)

You could have told me
that you are more often here

David worked here once.
As waiter.

As waiter?
I did not know that.

- I was also a waiter.
- Mr. Kern?

You worked here once?
I think I am your successor.

Ah.

Would you give me an autograph?
On the map?

Well, of course!

Here.

- Thank you very much.
- With pleasure.

Thank you.

(Hem)

If you do not want her,
I would take her.

(Laughing)

You should enjoy the whole thing more!

You have to take care of your fans.
That's your capital!

They should buy everything,
where your name is.

I looked around. That's all
so far completely unprofessional.

You could get much more out of it.
Much more.

T-shirts e.g. Really!

There it says
"I was in bed with David Kern".

(Laughing)

That's funny!
Where do people read?

In bed! Hm? Do you understand?

"In bed with David Kern" is double
clearly. That's good, that sells!

So, Mr. Stocker,
I do not know. I...

When the second novel is due,

then we have to do it very differently.

I'll tell you something, my boy.

We roll up
this book shop totally around.

They are all amateurs!

Max Frisch always said to me:
"Do you know, Jacky,

"Books are nothing else
as tomatoes. "

- Excuse me, David, may I?
- Well, of course!

Is for over the counter.

Come on, come here!

- Bye.
- David, wait a minute.

Hello. How can you do that?
because imagine

when a writer works?

I mean, you're sitting at the desk,
You have an idea

and then?

I'm interested in that
all our viewers.

How is it going then,
if you have an idea?

How is a novel out there?

Um ... I'm not sure.
So, um ...

You have an idea

and then you have to write down the idea

because if you do not write them down,
then you might forget them again.

Well, it's not that easy
to write as a writer.

As ... No, well, it's natural
easier not to write.

Vice versa. So, it's better
one writes, as one does not write.

(Laughing)

Yes, otherwise you are
yes, no writer.

- Yes exactly.
- (laughter)

(Man) 'What you ask yourself ...
You are still very young.

'How do you know that exactly?
about the 50s?

'Did you help?'

Is there anyone out there?
this generation that has advised you? '

- 'Anke Meyer has ...'
- Hey! What should that be?

Now it will be
just interesting!

The literature shit
does not interest anyone!

This is not a literary shit,
that's high culture, you asshole!

- Switch to!
- Look at home,

if you have the chatter
so interested in such a sissy.

How do you talk about my boy?
This is my boy, I am his agent!

- You do not believe that yourself.
- You have no idea, you have!

David Kern is the greatest author,
this country has ever seen!

Is that clear to you?

Out! Get out of my shop!
Fuck off! Out!

- I understand.
- Well.

And how is that, if almost overnight
the success comes to one?

- Exhausting.
- (laughter)

Yes, but that's for sure
what you always want as an author.

'Such a bestseller
to publish.'

'Nope.'

(Laughter)

'Yes, perhaps.'

You only stuttered, only!

- (door will be opened)
- Hello Marie.

(Moderator)
'How did you get the idea

'the whole thing in the 50s
to settle? '

'Yes, I did ... so researched and stuff.

'With books, Internet ...'

(Turn off TV)

That was just embarrassing!
It's shit!

(Marie) Well, I think that's very good,
how David does that on TV.

- That's very charming.
- charming!

Charming is probably just a charming one
Description for shitty!

- nonsense! "On the Internet"!
- But if it's the truth?

Oh, the truth. Yes of course!
Yes, the truth.

Even if it's the truth,
nobody will care.

- So you know something like that.
- Yes, that's what I know.

(Marie) Hm-hm.

Watch out.
You have to entertain the people!

They want to hear stories.
They want to hear

that the traumatic youth
your grandfather has flown in there,

something like that.

Mr. Kern,
how does a 24-year-old author come to

a story from the 50s
to tell?

- Should I do it now ...
- Yes.

Um ... The traumatic youth
my grandfather's ...

You should be me
do not just babble!

That's total nonsense!

Why do you tell David to go?
pretend he's someone else?

Listen, kid,
Max Frisch always said

- the packaging of a book ...
- Max Frisch! Stop this shit!

You do not believe that yourself!

David, get away from this bum
just do not persuade.

- Here he spits big sounds,
- I'm not a bum!

- and during the day he mobs in cafés.
- I forgive myself!

Tell your little student to do it
Please let us continue now.

He does not have them all anymore!
Why do not you throw him out?

Shall I tell you
what did I do for him?

Maybe Mr. Stocker has
not entirely wrong.

I can definitely
to do something better.

So ... your opinion
is not relevant here.

Kick him out.

Now.

(Loud steps take off)

Mr. Stocker, I, um ...

Just let.

(Melancholic sounds)

Why are you giving yourself
off with that asshole?

This is an old acquaintance.
He's giving me some advice.

He is an old drunkard. And a tick.
He takes you out.

Do you think I do not realize
that you give him money?

He is standing right now
a bit bad there.

Jacky does not always have it easy
in life.

The guy is crazy. I have it today
seen with my own eyes.

They have him
kicked out of a cafe.

He has beaten himself with a waiter,
to see you on TV.

Yes. And from someone like that
do you advise,

how you should sell yourself better!

Wake up, David. The guy is dangerous
and you let him wrap you up.

He's already talking around,
he is the agent of David Kern.

- He's not really your agent?
- No! No no no no!

(Theme song)

(Steps approach)

Oh ... Um ...

Well, come in.

Sit down.

I'm sorry,
that I can not offer you anything

but room service
is not the best here.

(Jacky turns on the tap)

Are these the punches?

I'm sorry,
that I have performed this way

But ... you should get your girl
do not talk so much.

Not in business.

I had to promise Marie
that you stay away from me.

Aha.

- If you have an alcohol problem ...
- no.

You can do something there.
I would also the costs ...

I have no alcohol problem.

I am not a bum.
I have an apartment ... a room.

Yes, sure.

So, I thought
You could open an account.

And I transfer you every month
a part of the money.

I thought we were friends.

After what we have experienced so much.

The success of our novel,
ice Hockey...

- I've never played ice hockey before!
- But!

Never in my life.

Yeah, well, I'll get in touch
after the book fair and, um ...

then give me
Your account number and ... Yes.

I'm sorry.

Marie?

Here are you.

He understood.
He leaves us alone.

- Oh, David ...
- What?

I'm sorry that I have such a theater
have done. I do not want to be like that.

You were right.

And besides, that's you,
if you are a bit ...

- What?
- ... perform.

- I stand on it.
- Oh, you're crazy.

(Lively music)

(Marie) At the reception?

Yes. Yes, we do it that way.

I understand.

(Lively music sounds out)

OK. I will find you.
Until this evening. Goodbye.

- And?
- Yes, very nice, your publisher.

But somehow I feel like
I only get the traineeship,

because I'm the girlfriend
from David Kern. Oh, my bag!

Mr. Kern?

Well, if that's not a sign,
that we meet here!

Jens Riegler, publishing house Luther and Rose.

Are you here in the hotel as well?
I tried to reach you

but that is possible at the moment
only through the publisher.

They have you in the hand,
my dear, huh?

I'll let it out.

If only the hint of an idea
for a new novel,

our publishing house would be very interested.
Carte blanche!

I think,
that first contact for David

for now
the Kubner publishing house is.

- And who are you?
- This is my girlfriend.

Oh! Very pleased.
So, as I said,

we would like to listen
what's in your head like that.

David! Do not sign anything!

Your chaperon comes.

Karin!

Always tighten the reins tightly,

otherwise your golden boy will ride
without you.

- You do not get him that easy.
- Ts, ts, ts!

Mr. Kern!

That was one of the bad guys.

You really need it urgently
an agent.

- Hello Marie.
- Hello.

Here is the Dispo for today.

If you are before the publishing meeting
what to eat,

they should do that on the way.

- (bell)
- (Page) Mr. Kern?

Oh, sure, an interview request.
I'll fix it.

We'll meet in 15 minutes?

David, you are the absolute hotshot
this year.

I have a name too.

What?

"This is my girlfriend".

- My name is Marie. Marie Berger.
- I know.

And why do not you say so?

(Muted piano music)

(Saxon accent) Hello, Sir
Core. Martin Schneider, Merkur Verlag.

How many times should I tell you
I am his agent!

- (woman) You are not on the list.
- Who wrote these lists?

- Wait a moment.
- Hands off!

Get the CEO!

- What was?
- So Buchheini.

I think I can not anymore.
Let's go.

At least for a moment
talk to your publisher.

To me.

Hm? You're welcome.

(Ominous sounds)

- (theme song)
- What?

(David) Hm? Uh ...

- Ah, he's back there! Come over!
- Where? Where, then?

- Hello, Mr. Kern. Nice to see you.
- Hello.

- David!
- Go ahead. I'll be right in. Hm?

- Yes...
- That's nice! Yes, sure! Class!

Are you crazy? What are you doing here?

We had an agreement!

What kind of agreement?
You have one, not me.

But if Marie sees you!

I promised her
that you do not bother us anymore.

Tell her I happen to be here.
Can happen.

Here, look.
Who on the list do you know?

You have to introduce me to them.

- no.
- no?

- No!
- David, this is Book Fair!

We have to sell your second book.

- You are not my agent.
- Of course I am!

(Laughs) Here. Have a look.

I even got a cell phone.

I never thought,
that I ever have such a thing,

but it is great.
Even makes pictures.

There is nothing to sell.
And it will not be like that in the future either.

David Kern does not write a second novel.

He has the first one
yes not written.

Remember the punches.

I do not know how Marie reacts
would, if she finds out about it.

women's hearts
can be pretty cold holes.

That's in your novel.

If you necessarily
want to write a new novel,

then I talk to the Kohler.

You could then
publish under your name.

Or from me as Alfred Duster.
Then you become famous.

- (laughs)
- How so?

The people have too
Loved her first book.

You are naive, my boy. You understand
not how this game works.

"The novel"!
My God, the novel is a novel.

But if such an old bag like me
such a bombastic story writes

no pig is interested in it.

They want fresh meat.

They want to believe
that you wrote the story.

You make the novel something special.

You are the star.

I am only your agent.

Mr. Everding? Marie Berger.
We had phoned.

This afternoon.

The girlfriend of David Kern.

Oh, Mrs. Berger!

I am glad.
Where did you leave David?

May I introduce Jens Riegler,
Publisher Luther and Rose.

Only a senior lecturer. Your agent is exaggerating.

Well, how is it?
What are you working on?

- Uh ...
- Do you want, or should I?

(Piano music in the background)

David is working on a story about
a young man, just like David,

the one out of love for his fat mother
eating so thick,

that he no longer
can go out of the house.

But one day falls in love
the mother into a new man

and gets slim.

The son is suffering terribly
under the betrayal,

but it does not succeed
to lose weight yourself. So,

he is getting fatter.

And then, when the mother once
to nap beside him,

he rolls over to her
and stays on it.

(Continue piano music)

Until she suffocates.

I think so about
correctly told, right?

I think that will be a blast.

You definitely feel
the David Kern touch.

A story far away from anybody
literary fads.

How much?

We still have
a few other ideas.

Marketing of T-shirts e.g.
The rights of course stay with us.

(Riegler) T-shirts? What the hell,
Do you want to wear T-shirts?

(Romantic sounds)

(Burning title tune)

- What is he doing here?
- (Jacky) Marie! Hello there!

- Stay away from David! Fuck off!
- Marie, can I brief you ...

- What is this bum doing here?
- I only drink water, you see?

That's a coincidence
I did not know he was coming.

I'm as scared as you are.

Watch out, Jacky
also wrote a novel.

And he wants to sell it here.
I should help him with this. Marie!

Mr. Kern? Mr. Kern!

- What?
- But you are Mr. Kern?

Name: Jacky Stocker.

(Theme song, now very hectic)

(Jacky) I already have offers,

- which are much higher.
- I do not think so.

- Jacky?
- Yes?

We have to speak.

- Are you not satisfied with us?
- What?

- Karin? Karin!
- Yes.

- Is not Mr. Kern satisfied with us?
- I can not imagine that.

His agent here, anyway
to have the impression.

How, his agent?

What should he act on,
the new David Kern?

(Theme song,
always hectic and louder)

Do you want, or should I?

Well, David is working on one right now
Story of a young man ...

(Theme song
superimposed everything spoken)

(Title melody fades away abruptly,
Elevator bell sounds)

Marie?

Good morning, Karin.

I should urgently talk to you.

Does David have you
told by my suggestion?

Which proposal?

To become his agent.

I think that's a really great idea.

- But no, he did not say anything.
- I was afraid of that.

Then he did not tell you
that he's that Jacky Stocker

- made to his agent?
- (drops the bowl)

Yes, that's how I felt.

But it is unfortunately true.

This Jacky Stocker
is moving outside now

and sells David's new novel.

Why do I experience last?
on this crappy fair,

what your new novel is about?

Am I the fat mother, or what?

(Moans)

- I do not write any new novel.
- And what does he sell out there then,

your great new agent Jacky?

Why are you lying to me, David?

How do you come up with this stupid idea
Make Jacky your agent?

Are you crazy?

I do not have him as my agent
made. He somehow has himself ...

You yourself said
that I need a new agent.

He's watching me
not raised in the shark tank ...

Because he wants you for dinner.

Do not you really notice that?

Do not you care what I say?

You did not ask me

if you have the fucking novel
should send to the publisher!

From waiter to literature superstar.

Such a fucking idea!

You may find it great,
to be the friend of David Kern,

but I am David Kern, and I think so
pretty exhausting at the moment.

And it would be great if you did it
would not make even more exhausting.

Then I do not want you anymore
bothering to be you.

Marie!

- Marie!
- Ok, David.

In 10 minutes
have your first appointment.

We have to go. Be professional.

I behave
Finally, also professional.

We all behave professionally.

Let's get it over with.

I organized it that way
that you have 12 minutes per interview.

Those of the "Blick" get 30,
they are important.

Until 13:00
should we be through here,

then we will shuttle you to the book signing,

and there you can
then rest, ok?

(Various reporters and reporters)
Mr. Kern!

You get all your photos!
We have enough dates ...

(Quiet music)

(Shrill cries)

Write your offer on it.

(Continue quiet music in the background)

(Again wild screeching)

(Continue quiet music in the background)

- (answering machine beeps)
- (David) Hello, Marie.

I am so sorry.
Everything was ... dumb.

Please call me,
if you hear that. You're welcome!

Here was David.

(Continue quiet music, wild screeching)

(David reads) "My beloved,
tell me, what have I done?

"What does your silence mean?

"You love me.

"You wrote it to me 1,000 times.

"Beloved Lila,
I am sitting in my attic,

"and wherever I look,
do I see you.

"You, how you clear the light ...
you, how you put out the light,

"you, how you pull the curtains,

"you, how you open your hair,

"you, how you sit on the bed,

"you, how you look at me.

"You, you, you.

"I love you."

(Loud applause)

Marie, why are you going?
because not on the phone?

I just wanted to tell you, I am now
out at this awards ceremony.

Please, please, get in touch.

Where is this reception now, David?
You have to have an invitation.

- Do you know where Marie is?
- Mm.

- Do you know where the reception is?
- Sorry, you are his agent.

I'm just the bastards of the publisher
and she's done with work now.

Tomorrow morning from half past eleven o'clock
are you at the booth?

And please in a usable condition.

I hope,
Marie gets old again.

I'm sorry, David.

(Car is started)

Are we going to eat something?

I tell you, this book ishinis
are quite stingy.

The only one who has a bit of style,
is this Riegler.

200,000 offers the.

This pipe smoker, your Everding,
is 150,000.

But I think,
there is still something going on in both.

You can do the other publishers
everyone forgot, everything just peanuts.

God, do not run so fast!

How far is it?
until this reception?

No idea.

- Jacky ...
- Huh?

I did not have one at all
on the bill.

Film rights! The movie is the coal.
This has put me a colleague.

Ts! I think about t-shirts!
Oh, good idea, a taxi.

Mr. Stocker, thanks for everything,
but it's over.

I can not anymore. I drive now
to Marie and tell her the truth.

(Car is started)

But ... wait!
You can not do that!

David!

Crap!

Taxi!

Mr. Kern?

You have a message from your wife.

(Sad music starts)

Crap!

Told you so!
Women want artists, not waiters.

Well fine. I knew it.

Well, we have that now.

(More sad music in the background)

(David sobbing)

I'm sorry, boy.

It's good.

We will come up with something.

It's good.

We will sort it out.

(More sad music in the background)

Good Morning.
Can I talk to Marie?

You're welcome.

Marie!

I'm writing my term paper
about your novel.

"Concepts of culture-specific
gender roles

"the example
by David Kerns 'Lila, Lila'.

Do you want to read it?

Marie, I'm sorry.

I did not mean it that way.

I wanted to apologize.

Marie does not know
what she has on you.

Are you going, please?

I'm so sorry.

I did not feel so good
at the book fair.

And with Jacky
everything is a misunderstanding.

In fact, there is no 2nd novel.
It was all Jacky's idea.

Marie, I love you.

I need you.
You have to look after me.

Because in reality
I owe Jacky a lot. I am...

I can not hear that name anymore!
I do not want to hear anything anymore.

I do not know,
what happened between us,

why you are not honest with me anymore.
That at the book fair,

that was not David anymore
in which I fell in love.

Or maybe I'm not anymore
Marie, who has fallen in love.

I probably have
not in love with you,

but only in your novel.

I do not know...
I'm just after all

a naive girl who wishes
the whole world would be like a novel.

You are not naive, Marie.

You are the greatest girl,
that I know.

Get away, David. Go.

So you make everything even worse.

Will not David come in?

(Sad music starts again)

What did she say?

Did she not feel well with the flowers?

We must not be so fast
give up, David.

We have to show perseverance.
There are the girls on it.

They want to be conquered.

Marie is not in love with me,
but in your damn novel.

That's how it looks.

She considers me a liar,
and she is still right.

- It's over.
- The second novel.

- What?
- That's the solution for everything.

If it worked, why should?
not work a second time?

And you dedicate her to the novel.

"For Marie, the love of my life",
something like that.

And we already have the story.
The fat woman with the son, etc.

Think about it! David!

If you want Marie back,
that works 100%, believe me!

Also the Riegler
find the story good!

(David's voice) "Again and again
lately, Peter had been trying

"to imagine what it would be like
if Lila did not come back to him.

"But he did not succeed.

"And now that it really happened,
He still felt only the same emptiness.

"To see you and to know
that he had lost her forever

"replied to him
a deep sting in his heart.

"Half an hour later
had Peter on his motorcycle

"reached the exit of the town.
There the highway started

"the one kilometer later
disappeared in the tunnel.

"Peter switched to the highest gear

"and drove at full throttle
to the tunnel entrance too.

"She was blown up into a cliff,

"like a wall
put across the valley.

"You could enter the tunnel
do not miss, even at night.

- "Unless you did it on purpose.
- (squeaking brakes)

"Like Peter Landwei.

"And this Peter Landwei,
that was me."

Yes, I also know that the novel
Without David nothing is worth.

What?

No, my dear Riegler.
The order is exactly the other way around.

Only the advance,
then the signature.

The boy has to live on something,
if he should write.

What is left?
I do not need anything anymore.

I'm sorry.
Cover letter is no longer possible.

I have to cash in directly again.

Do that, dear Riegler,
but think about the advance.

Holy shit.
How much is it?

195.90.

(Coins sound, mobile rings)

- David! Glad you call me.
- 'Hello.

- 'Yes, I, um ...
- What can I do for you?

- 'Is the new novel already finished?
- Take this back with you.

- 'I would like to read it.
- Ah, of course.

- 'Just read. Without obligation.
- Aha.

'Maybe I can then Marie
give and hear what she says. '

Ah! Naturally.

(Meaningful music)

(Someone's Knocking)

- David, my boy!
- Show me the punches!

- You're welcome?
- There are no punches, right?

You can not write at all.
You have never written!

I have to
not to let you know.

- What shoud that?
- "Then he thought: I have to eat.

"Eat more, as much as possible,
must be eaten by me. "

Such a shit!

"So he bought himself
a month's supply of everything,

"he wanted to eat.

"Pizza, chocolate, schnitzel,
Cakes and pies.

"Lots of dessert and dessert."

Dessert and dessert are the same.

Yes, good, you can
do a little bit of tweaking

But if only your name
standing on the book cover,

is that literature anyway!

The Riegler
is that worth half a million!

What should that be? You, wait a minute.

Think of Marie.
How much is Marie worth to you?

First you have to read it!

How did you know that me
did not write the novel?

- You have no punches.
- Of course I have those!

Then show me the shit punches!

Is that you?

- What's that?
- Mexican oil stocks.

Max and I turned them on
leave, at that time. You can have it.

Let me go!

What shoud that? Stop it!
This is no fun! Man, stop it!

I make sure that rest is!

That Alfred Duster disappears,
where he came from!

Ok, ok, I'm not Alfred Duster!

There are no punches!
The novel is not mine!

What? What did you say?

(Rattles)

You bastard!
How did you know? Huh?

I knew him. Peter Weiland.

We played ice hockey together.

Then he met the girl
and then he's crazy

and he killed himself.
You know the story.

Peter Weiland was Alfred Duster. He has
given me to read the manuscript.

You are right,
I am not the author.

You stupid asshole! Did you think, with
You can do it for the little idiot!

The whole world always thinks
Little David, he's so nice

You can do it with that.
How am I supposed to get Marie back now?

'Sorry?

Oh...

I did not want to disturb.

(Gasping) Stay here. Is beautiful
in order. Put it somewhere.

My young friend will take over.

Hm, David, could you?

David!

Wait a moment!

David. David!

I'm so sorry.

(Sobbing) Damn shit!

Shit, shit!

How does the fucking door open?

David, do not do anything stupid!

Nobody needs to know!

David, we are friends!

Just think about the money!

And to Marie!

(Loud impact)

(Excited confusion)

(Soft rhythmic beeping)

(Jacky) David.

Yes?

I just wanted a piece of the cake.

I like you, David.

You are a very good one
Been ice hockey striker.

You have to believe more in yourself.

The Riegler, that's a tough dog.

But we have the T-shirts in the contract.

Now you have your new novel.

(Rhythmic beeping slows down
and then stops)

(Meaningful piano sounds)

Oh, David. I still wanted ...
I'll be right back.

Is that yours or mine?

Does not matter.

Your new novel?

This time I'm probably not the first,
who reads him.

Yes. That's ... that's not mine.

A friend gave it to me to read.
But not so good.

Ah ok.

Jacky fell off the balcony.

He is dead.

I'm sorry.

Marie, are you coming?

The others are already waiting.

- Are you opening the door for me?
- Clear.

(Sad and weird trumpet sounds)

(Very disharmonic now
and dying)

- Who are you anyway?
- I am David Kern.

The author of "Purple, Purple".

I was friends with your brother.

Does he also owe you money?

No, no, no money. I do not want anything.

And what are you doing here?

I'm just a friend.

(Sad melody)

(Theme song)

(Thought voice David)
'It's very exhausting to pretend

- 'like someone else.'
- (Someone's Knocking)

'Not so much
because you always have to invent lies.

'It will eventually go by itself.

'No, it's exhausting because of it
all the things you can not say.

'Because all these things,
which one keeps silent all the time,

'belong to that,
which one is actually.

'So to the one who does
like he's somebody else.

'But not to this other,
who is pretended to be he.

In short, while doing so
like somebody else,

'one can by the things,
which one does not say, find out

'who you actually are.

'And if you, like me,

'did not really know
who you are,

'that's worth a whole lot.'

"'Here you can not easy
warm up and consume nothing ',

"had the serving daughter
with the spit ...

"Spitzentäub ...

"That damn lace hat
pursued him since his first reading.

"He did not even know
what was meant by that. "

(Laughter)

"But the real problem
consisted of,

"that Marie was gone
and he still had to read on,

"from a novel,
he did not write himself. "

(Applause)

Well, now I've talked enough.

Now we want it too
let the audience have their say.

So, if you have questions, please.

Yes?

Do you have the first novel?
now written yourself or not?

And? Do you have him?
now written by yourself?

What do you think?

(Laughter)

Yes, of course you have him
written yourself.

(Laughing)

- Yes, please?
- And are you already writing something new?

Honestly, not. I have to
to recover from the last novel.

(Loud laughter)

(Marie) I think the character is Marie
does not go well in the story.

Do not think that you are much earlier
already have noticed something?

Well, probably
she was also in love with David,

and then you see
some things are not so accurate.

And besides, one should not forget
David was a brilliant liar.

(Again laughter)

Why does he never have her?
the truth?

He was afraid that she would leave him,
if he is just a waiter again.

That is actually
also very stupid.

How does he want to know that she's him
not as a waiter would have taken?

Would she have?

I can not say it.
I love writers.

(Laughter)

(Woman) Yeah, um, do you have any questions?

(Accelerating motorcycle)

(Sasha and Maria Mena: "Wide Awake")

("Wide Awake" fades away)

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