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Picasso had had enough with the foul stench of high society

He fled from Djagilev and Olga

He hid in a little obscure cabaret in Monparnas, Paris

Picasso was spellbound by Sirkka's singing...

and it would lead him to his destiny

She wasn't home.

That was the birth of "Monster-ism"

New York, the big apple

There was a prohibition on alcohol during the 1930's...

after the ban on alcohol there was a ban on art...

artists went underground...

Picasso created the forbidden poison with a pencil stoke.

During the great art prohibition in America...

the federal police defused this menace...

The police imposed constant raids...

A remarkable job is done thanks to "art-dogs"...

Here's Jackie, specialising in maritime motifs.

There's a golden era for the smuggling business.

Isn't it Mr. Guggenheim...

Ingrid Svensson- Guggenheim's husband who with we met in Paris?

There is a steady flow of art in all shapes and sizes...

from the Canadian border.

"Beauty is the opium for the people"...

Franklin D. Roosevelt proclaims...

and receives support from his completely legal wife.

Don Jos� had established himself as "The French Connection"...

between the American crime syndicates and the French artist.

One day Picasso himself had to deliver paintings to a lady...

who named herself "Mrs. X".

Ingrid Svensson-Guggenheim didn't give up that easily.

Ingrid Svensson-Guggenheim introduced Picasso to different...

camouflaged underground galleries, where rivalling...

gangsters operated their "big business".

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It was the late 1930's...

Picasso returned to a Europe where savages rose yet again.

The Germans marched in to Paris the spring of 1940.

Quite surprisingly, Picasso collaborated with the Germans...

by designing their camoufaged uniforms.

They soon started to suspect that Picasso wasn't really on their side.

But Picasso - unlike some of his friends - stayed in Europe.

One day, while sitting in his cold studio...

eating a cake that he got from...

the black market in exchange for a "petit genre" [painting]...

portraying "The rape of the Sabine women"...

Don Jos� had risen to the rank of "Hauptbahnhof" in SS...

he was in charge of "operation ostrich"...

which was supposed to track down members of the opposition.

He had told his son not to get involved in any "risky business".

Peace finally arrived

Pablo was tired of the-old-era, settled down in the Riviera.

You little man...

You've already decided between capitalism and socialism...

Well, well, well, but you live like a capitalist at any rate...

You don't exactly hang out with proletarians...

Well, well, well, you believe in equality...

However, do you really think people have as much as you?

There is a difference...

between what those fishermen over there earn...

and what you get paid.

It's not your fault that the prices on your paintings are high...

And it's not your fault that fish is so cheap either...

and you can't refuse to take the money since...

the art dealer would just use it to buy another Cadillac.

You're just too good.

But what are you doing to change the world?

Well, you make pictures.

Everybody needs art and beauty.

Those fishermen also need art and beauty.

No, don't look around!

Be happy, otherwise you can't work.

[Sk�l = Cheers], my friend!

And so Picasso met the love of his youth

the mysterious Dolores...

who lived in exile with the fishermen in the Riviera...

And her granddaughter had a strange influence on him.

Picasso's doves flew over the world...

in the cold winds of the cold war.

Ingrid Svensson-Guggenheim didn't give up that easily...

It was the great "Picasso crash"...

which created panic at the stock-exchange...

when the signatures suddenly disappeared...

His painting was put on sale at the art auctions...

100 Picasso's for one Donald Duck...

His paintings was hurled away to the scrapheap.

Art became "soft currency".

People started buying collectable dinner plates...

and pendants with the king and queen on them.

In short, chaos.

How the hell should I know?

-=Subtitles by Carlbanan and Brian=-