Despair Page #3

It is myself... at the piano,

under the careful eye

of Frau Schiller, my governess.

Still talking politics?

This is Dr. Orlovius and my name

is Hermann and this is my wife.

- Mr. Orlovius.

- You're not a doctor?

I am in the insurance business.

- But surely you implied that you--

- That I don't mind talking shop.

Tell me. Do you have a life policy?

No?

Then perhaps I might explain

some of the advantages.

"Come on out, Silverman! --

We've got you surrounded!"

"Isn't that Sergeant Brown?"

"That's my brother.

I'm going to talk to him."

- How do they do it?

- There's a line down the middle.

This cherry brandy is disgusting, Hermann!

"Don't you ever think of mother?"

I can't see any line!

- A line has length but no breadth.

- Beautiful.

"The many tears she has shed have

washed the life from her eyes."

If you could see it,

it wouldn't be a line.

It would have breadth!

"Mother always loved you more than

me. All the more since the accident."

The fact you can't see it,

proves it's a line.

Too much sugar in the schnapps, Hermann.

Change the recipe. That's my advice.

Give me your hanky, p*ssy!

Hanky, dear!

"He's dead."

"That's not Sergeant Brown.

It's Silverman."

"He's dead. We always

respected you, Sergeant Brown."

Good morning, Mr. Hermann.

Good morning, sir.

The liquor centers are not moving well.

Two consignments have

been returned already.

Not enough sugar in the schnapps.

Hello, you!

I've seen you before somewhere.

Your face.

In the cinema.

I never go to the cinema.

Don't lie to me. I know.

If you're not coming to bed,

you could at least bring me my book!

Please!

Thank you, Elsie.

Lydia?

Lydia!

I'm thinking of going to Dusseldorf

for a couple of days.

- Where's that?

- In the Ruhr.

- Is that in Germany?

- For the moment, yes.

Something important happening?

A chocolate factory is

on the verge of going bankrupt...

And I am going to do a murder.

A murder?

Merger.

I shall gobble them up!

Hermann, you're wonderful!

But I'll be terribly lonely without you.

Why don't you get Ardalion to amuse you?

Isn't that what cousins are for?

I made a small donation.

Those are the only people not

prepared to sell us down the river.

This is an unusual line. Ginger creams!

It appeals to sophisticated tastes.

How many hours a day

are these machines idle?

I'll tell you frankly:

Until last year, the problem was staff.

There were plenty of

better paid jobs around.

Now I can have

all the people I want, but...

sales are down.

What's the answer?

It's murder!

Merger. Ah, yeah.

The wrong people have got the money.

You know what I mean?

If that man was in charge,

things would be different.

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