Kafka Page #2
- PG-13
- Year:
- 1991
- 98 min
- 684 Views
BURGEL:
(flushed)
When I deliver a message the very
act of delivering it, you might say,
gives it an official stamp, and only
in this way are both the sender and
the receiver satisfied that it was
delivered at all.
KAFKA:
I'll commit that to memory.
They stare at each other with mutual antagonism.
BURGEL:
Your position in this firm is not
unassailable.
He waddles away.
KAFKA:
Has one more look over at the empty desk before returning to
his work.
THE OFFICE:
The desks make a checkerboard pattern of the huge floor as
Burgel calculates his path among them.
CUT:
LODGING HOUSE - MIDDAY
Kafka comes up the stairs to the top landing. He knocks on a
door. Waits. Knocks again. Leans a little closer to listen
for a moment, then goes away back down the stairs.
GROUND FLOOR:
Kafka comes through the door that divides the stairs from the
hall, goes to knock on the door of the first apartment down
here.
BIZARRE VOICE:
Yes?
KAFKA:
wonder if you know where my
friend Eduard is?
BIZARRE VOICE:
I can't hear you! -- You'd better
come in.
APARTMENT:
Kafka comes in tentatively, seeing the CONCIERGE in a far
corner of the cluttered room, in bed, covers tucked right up
to her chin.
KAFKA:
-- I didn't want to bother you.
CONCIERGE:
Well, you have. What do you
want?
KAFKA:
(pointing upstairs)
My friend Eduard, I wonder if you've
seen him? He hasn't been in to
work, I thought he might be ill.
CUT:
STAIRS:
The Concierge trudges up to the top floor, Kafka following
guiltily.
KAFKA:
You didn't have to get out of
bed -- I could have taken the key.
CONCIERGE:
Yes, I'm sure you could.
She treats him like dirt.
EDUARD'S ROOM
The door unlocks and the two of them come in. Kafka goes to
open the window curtain. He turns around to see the
Concierge already poking about in drawers.
He ignores her and looks around the room on his own. Eduard
isn't here. Nothing else seems out of place. He wonders
instead how he can dissuade the Concierge from her
unbelievable snooping.
KAFKA:
Well, he's not here.
The Concierge takes a tie from one of the drawers and models
it over her own ample chest.
KAFKA:
that?
She looks at him indignantly.
CONCIERGE:
The manners of a tramp! It's my
house, isn't it?
CUT:
OFFICES - AFTERNOON
Kafka is in another section of the building, finding his way
through a department he's vaguely unfamiliar with. He
searches out a particular person -- a strikingly beautiful
woman with flaming hair and wild eyes.
KAFKA:
Miss Rossmann?
GABRIELA looks around from a file cabinet.
KAFKA:
I'm Kafka -- I work upstairs in
Accident --
GABRIELA:
I know.
KAFKA:
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