Human Body
based on a short-story by Kafka
When will the doctor have time for me?
Surely it won't take much longer Mrs Brieter.
Good. I'll be waiting.
Perhaps knocking were not bad?
Anything the matter?
Are you ill?
No. I just have a pain in my side. Not worth talking about.
What appointments do I have today?
Many.
Here are the lab results of Mrs. Brieter. She has been waiting for quite a while.
Sad story.
And...?
A sort of -
making out a death certificate. The address is here.
Oh sorry. It is this patient.
It's somewhere out of town.
This is amazing.
Did you give out the number?
Listen.
I can't stand this Mrs Brieter and her senseless open leg any longer.
Tell her about an emergency or something.
I'll go to this death certificate immediately.
Is it my turn now?
Doctor. The car is waiting.
Mrs Brieter.
The doctor has to hurry to an emergency call. It won't take much longer.
Let's examine your leg.
This way, doctor.
Just a moment.
It's ready. You can start.
Nice.
I'll be waiting.
Hello. My name is Doctor Anton.
I was called because of your - brother?
Oh. We already know that.
Shall I play a bit for you on the piano ..
or do you prefer to start the examination?
Yes.
Good.
This way.
I am the doctor.
Did you get the car we sent you?
Yes. - Thank you very much.
First of all I would like to offer you my condo-
Would you like to hang you coat?
I am sorry. I don't have that much time.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Do I have to get up?
Well, then my services are unnecessary.
Don't hesitate.
I think there is a misunderstanding.
Your brother is not dead -
What's going on?
I shall assist you.
Stethoscope. And fast.
Please let me die.
What is wrong with your little human body?
Shall I mix another tranquillizer into your whiskey?
Where does this wound come from?
What wound do you mean?
We had hoped that at least you would know.
Are you going to save me?
I cannot heal this anymore.
We had counted on you.
I would have to remove the necrosis -
Don't drive the boy crazy!
Strip his clothes off! Strip his clothes off!
And if he doesn't heal then kill him.
Be joyful! Be joyful!
Stop it! Get out!
All of you!
I thought you would save me.
Instead you lay yourself beside me in my death-bed.
I am just as ill as you are.
And I should be satisfied with that?
My dear. You don't have an overview.
Believe me when I tell you that all diseases are completely senseless.
Is that really true?
Of course.
Take the word of honour of a doctor with you.
Doctor. The car is waiting.
To the practice.
Here he comes again!
A patient.
Still alive?
Help me please!
Oh my God. A necrosis.
Let's wait until he passes away otherwise we'll have a mess here.
Are you going to save me?