Die Zeit, die man Leben nennt

I was a planned child, my parents said.

Oskar, my father, even said

it was a night to conceive heroes.

When he began to carry out his intention.

He gave of his best, he said.

And he expected me to do so as well.

Until the day my life changed completely.

This Life Is Yours

If you look at a single minute,

what is it, really?

Just a small bit of time.

An hour has sixty, a day 1440 minutes.

So when I was 22, I had already

lived for 11 million...

And then, according to the unknown

plan of God, or Fate...

one second was picked

from my life's timetable.

And that second became more important than

the millions of minutes before.

Is Jargonov really here?

He made me fail in Prague.

Good evening.

Welcome to this year's International

Piano Contest, in this wonderful hall.

As our first pianist I invite

Yuri Kovacs to the stage.

He'll play Liszt's Sonata in B Minor.

He's a monster. A precision machine

without feeling.

I just heard that Yuri Kovacs

wants to play another piece.

He'll play Beethoven.

- He plays Beethoven?

The second movement of Sonata

Number 13 in E Flat Major, Opus 27.

He's playing your piece.

This is outrageous.

He does it on purpose, the rat.

In Prague, when I dropped out.

Remember what you said?

You can lose, but you can never give up.

And now we invite Luca Behrendt

to the stage.

Whatever he plays, it'll be better.

He can do it.

Once more, we invite

Luca Behrendt to the stage.

What will he do?

I see Luca will play the same piece

we've just heard from Yuri Kovacs...

Playing the same piece

twice is pointless.

Luca will play the Third Movement

of Sonata 17 in D Minor...

Opus 31, number 2. Please go ahead.

How much time do they need?

Ladies and gentlemen, dear competitors,

it's the end of our contest.

I hope you enjoyed it.

- I'm flipping here.

It's a pleasure for me

to announce tonight's winners.

In third place, we have

Felix Lundquist from Sweden.

Good decision.

Jargonov has excellent taste.

We invite the artist to the stage.

In second place, we have a superlative

Beethoven interpreter.

We invite Yuri Kovacs to the stage.

And the first prize of the International

Piano Contest goes to...

Luca Behrendt.

You won't mind if I don't come along?

- Of course not.

You have to be fit, tomorrow.

But I'm not worried, you can do it.

And thank you.

It brought me luck.

And now it has to bring you luck.

Kuballa has reserved a table at

the Austernkeller. Jaronov's coming too.

Calm down, Mom. Time to relax.

More mail for you. Do you know you get

the most mail of everyone here?

It's a beautiful day.

A bit of sunshine for you.

Hello, Lynn.

Can I come in?

I'm so sorry.

I know what you're going through.

I'd give anything

to undo what's happened.

It's too late.

His life is ruined. And mine as well.

Don't say that.

We'll pull through together.

Together?

That would be a change.

He's my son too. I don't see him

as often, but I do love him.

That's why you came

to his concerts so often, right?

I can understand you're hurt.

But reproaches don't help.

- Your presence might have helped.

Tell me where you were,

when he needed you.

When he gave his first concert.

When he graduated high school.

But now... What were you

thinking of doing now?

I think you liked it

when I withdrew from your life.

But that's not the point now.

I've been trying to reach Luca for weeks.

But he won't let me near him.

I respected that. Until now.

Please talk to him, Lynn.

He's always listened to you.

There's so much I want to tell him.

I don't want him to think I'm intruding.

Give it to me. Wait a minute.

Don't you understand German? Come on.

That was my ball.

I hear Yuri plays Rachmaninov now,

and wants him in his repertoire. But...

I know, I know. He doesn't get

as many offers as we thought.

The CD isn't selling well.

- Yuri isn't Luca.

He's an intellectual.

It's all cerebral. The feeling is missing.

The audience can tell.

He played like a dream.

Unforgettably, actually.

Who, Yuri?

- Luca.

It wasn't empty,

self-loving virtuosity, like with...

It was a very sensitive, mature

interpretation at the highest level.

How is he? I never hear about him.

- He's retreated completely.

He's in a rehab clinic near Salzburg,

and won't see anyone.

I wanted to visit him,

but his mother said no. I sent flowers.

Flowers.

I have to go.

- The accident.

It was terrible.

We can't abandon him now.

Roderick. Come on, people.

Look at this mess. Can you clean it up?

This isn't a pigsty.

Where's Luca?

- Stretching his legs before a concert.

If everything worked like your mouth...

- They'd hit me.

But I'm lucky, you don't hurt a cripple.

Can't you be nicer to him?

You know what it's like.

It's not our fault. He thinks he's better

than us, just because he plays piano.

Used to play piano.

Come on, move your ass, you spazz.

There he is.

Oh, sh*t.

There's going to be trouble.

Come on, guys, faster.

Go on, help him.

Rod. Pull him up.

Give me a hand.

Pull him out.

Everything will be alright.

He must learn to accept his situation.

Start a new, normal life

as soon as possible.

My son has never led a normal life.

That's why it's important

our son begins one, soon.

We have to get him interested.

He needed his legs

for everything he did in the past.

Life doesn't depend on two legs.

- Easy to say, if you can still move them.

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