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THE LEAST RESISTANCE
HeIIo?
Ah, it's you.
Listen to this: ''Growing VioIence in the Art WorId!''
... gang wars ... fighting ...
- What with? - ''Prime suspect N.D. from R....
whose works fetch astronomicaI prices...
extravagant IifestyIe has roused the anger of the poor.''
What the heII are you taIking about?
Don't you get it? Things are happening!
Action! CuIture! Money!
Oh, aII right. It's a deaI.
When are you coming back?
- Can I use your razor? - Oui, Oui.
Hi there!
Did you have a good time? ... You got a tan.
- How's it going? - Getting by.
- Found us some work? - No. Money.
Interesting. How?
Various sources bIame Iack of rapport...
between painter and viewer.
We'II spIash it aII over the papers and rake it in!
Like everybody eIse.
We'II start with a ***,
right up front, verticaI Iaunch.
Though we haven't got the sIightest notion...
- Not yet. - But that's gonna change.
We'II go on a study trip.
Got pIans aIready?
- Sure do. Big, coIorfuI, expensive. - Very smart.
Life of Ieisure...
with tennis, friends,
traveIing, dance, theater...
Did you make that?
Are you crazy?
Not bad. Very tastefuI.
How do you Iike this styIe?
Such harmony and baIance.
Most distinctive. And weII mounted, too. ExceIIent.
Such understated vehemence. Look here.
So deIicate.
RigorousIy decorative.
- Do you think we couId do that too? - I haven't got around to thinking yet.
Oops-a-daisy.
Watch it.
A body.
The horror of it!
Such a pity.
A minor catastrophe.
No fingerprints.
Who, what, when, why, that's the worId of a private eye.
I'm going home.
A IittIe pocket money.
What a mess.
- Thousands of unanswered questions. - Come on! We'II take him with us.
Give me a hand. Watch out.
You take the top, I'II get the bottom.
It's getting heavier!
We've got it made. The body's ours.
AII we gotta do is keep our traps shut and we're in the money.
The cIever shaII inherit the earth.
A pity, but exciting! Everything under controI?
To be in the big picture.
- I think I'm going to die. - Don't snigger Iike that.
Don't Iet it go to your head.
We'II be the darIings of the upper crust.
Their mouths wiII drop!
The pigs have spIit.
The investigation starts.
- Squares! - No, bars.
Take a Iook at this!
Picasso.
Hello!
ls anybooy at home?
l am the life of refinement,
l am elegance.
You know me well.
l am oance ano ecstasy,
but also sleeping in ano staying in beo.
l am beauty ano style.
l am the never-enoing garoen party.
l am champagne out of a laoy's slipper.
l am your ooggy oish.
l am the freeoom you play arouno with.
l am infinite pleasure.
l am the time at your oisposal.
l am the least resistance.
Those coIor pictures, quite impressive.
- D'ya think they took a Iot of work? - HardIy.
That's it!!
They were just painted boxes.
What an inspiration!
Terrific idea.
- Is paint expensive? - No, why?
What's the matter with you anyway?
- I've got an idea. - Oh, you too?
What do you think about three-dimensionaI peopIe?
A beautifuI idea.
A seIf-portrait.
I see weird patterns,
abstract rings...
BriIIiant.
WonderfuI.
I've got it! I've got it! The *** weapon.
As far as I'm concerned, the case is soIved. The *** weapon...
...corpus deIictus - bit the dust!
The evidence.
- Gone! - Ingenious. Bad Iuck.
Oh, weII.
- You're beginning to get on my nerves - Shattering.
- You're a conceited dummy! - BIah, bIah, bIah.
You're a pathetic, stinking rat...
in the sewer system of big business.
Embarrassing.
But I'm working - in contrast to a certain fashion victim.
Ten minutes ago we were great artists, now you're a detective again.
- Make up your mind! - FirstIy, I'm a great romanticist,
secondIy, the two are an exceIIent match.
I beIieve in beauty and truth.
The poIiceman is the paintbrush on the canvas of Iife.
An unsoIved case is Iike a bIank canvas...
and justice is the poIiceman's good taste.
Beauty and justice have nothing to do with each other.
- Goodbye and good riddance. AsshoIe. - See you.
Beauty and truth. CoIon.
Beauty is not aIways true...
and truth is not aIways beautifuI, comma,
unfortunateIy, period.
So there.
Look at this.
This is interesting...
I'm going to...
Come on...
Okay, you Iame duck, what do you say now!
The case is soIved, a stroke of genius.
I'II kiII you, you dog!
Revenge!
- You again. - They're trying to destroy me.
I'm ruined. At the end of my rope.
Nobody Ioves me.
You phony, you hypocrite.
What did I do wrong?
Let's make up. HeIp me!
They're foIIowing me,
they wanna kiII me, pIease, pIease...
Come and see me again.
Trying to butter me up, are you?
You're reaIIy down, aren't you?
WeII, weII...
... Misery, oestitution, ano oeath
are the orinker's every breath.
Bottle empty, full the heao...
A colo outooors his only beo.
Drinking's a bummer...
except in summer.
- I've been doing some thinking. - Oh, God.
About various types.
Ready, set, go!
Type A.
But...that's...
Type B.
You cIean that up, or eIse.
Stupid theories.
ReaIity is harder. Looks different.
I'm fed up. It can't go on Iike this. Something's gotta change.
- You wanna turn over a new Ieaf? - I wouIdn't go that far,
but it is odd that you reach a point where,
in order to attract a girI, you act the way your mother expected you to.
Wow!
Light red,
five Ieaves,
cup-shaped...
Hey, gardener!
You coming aIong? I'm going for an interview.
- What for? - I'm not saying. Just come aIong.
- You don't have to know everything. - Let's go.
Yes, oestiny ano the meaning of life,
ano love is only lovage,
Yes, wine is the sap of the vineyaro,
ano oon't be tempting fate.
Yes, you, you, you,
me, me, me,
soon we'll be uniteo.
...that's wonoerful.
A beautifuI song.
I know the singer personaIIy.
...even the Greeks, seeking sense in life,
lost it for ever in trouble ano strife.
Fioelity is the greatest virtue.
Falling in love again, Never wanteo to,
What am l to oo,
ano a real man ooesn't eat quiche.
He wants 800.
Four tires incIuded. Not bad.
I know I can get twice as much for this one.
What the heII!
With a new engine, new paintjob, ten times as much, wouIdn't you say?
*** mess!
A modeI for car buffs.
If the gears don't come.
Hey, you! Do know what this is?
Leave me aIone. Maybe you're what's wrong with it.
Now the car ano the bear have got a screw Ioose.
So that wouId be another 400 that he'd pay.
I'II give them 600.
Sunbathing, are you?
Say, have you got any cigarettes?
No.
Say something!
Everything's *** up.
I hate the chaos in the worId.
Nothing works. Everything is hopeIess and sad.
Deep, deep inside me, I'm very, very tired.
I couId cry.
In Japan the sun is rising.
A new day has begun and peopIe are going to work.
Yeah, the worId's not doing so bad.
There's an expIanation for everything.
Here we have the earth,
the ground, over here the sky,
here the future,
and here the past.
- And here, a Iife. - Birth and death.
And aII around is what we don't know.
That's the time sequence.
And here is what we know, understand, see, feeI.
In short, the famiIiar.
That wouId be a wavy Iine, as rhythm, past and future Iife.
SuddenIy this overview.
Truth comes to Iight when your brain is bright.
Such Iucidity, what a pIeasure.
Order is beauty.
OnIy conditionaIIy. I wouIdn't go aII that far yet.
- How simpIe everything basicaIIy is. - But practicaIIy nobody notices.
Not a widespread view.
Those poor bewiIdered peopIe have no idea.
The rich don't either.
We'II bring Iight into the darkness.
- Yes, but how? - Lecturing? In pubIic squares?
- Radio and TV wouId be better. - Or a book.
- We'II win the NobeI Prize. - ExactIy.
We'II seII these diagrams and go on vacation.
They're worth a fortune.
We'II pubIish (A) a huge edition,
and seII the books (B) for five thaIers a piece,
and we'II get fiIthy rich!
Hurry up!