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I will talk about art ...

since there is nothing else what to talk about...

since there is nothing else.

Life is a dark tramp ...

that travels for free on the art bus.

Brace yourselves, friends ...

and whip your sour cream of circumstance and hope ...

and sleep all you want.

Creation is ...

all the rest, no.

What is not creation they are just cookies.

Let them break to feed the creator.

The artist is ...

all the others, no.

A cloth is a cloth or a painting.

A rock is a rock or a statue.

A sound is a sound or is it music.

A creature is a creature or an artist.

Where are they John, Joe, Jake, Jim, Jerk?

Dead, dead, dead.

They were not born.

Before being born, they were not born.

Where are Leonardo, Rembrandt, Ludwig?

Alive, alive, alive.

They were born.

Draw the crowd with a multitude of fish.

Give it to the fish to get liver oil to nourish the artist.

Stretch their skin on a lectern so that he has fabrics.

With your bones make pasta so that he can mold them.

Let them die ...

and that with his unfortunate death be clay in your hands ...

for him to create an ashtray or an ark.

Since everything that exists passes through the eye of the artist.

The rest are blind fish who swim in a cave of loneliness.

Keep swimming you crazy fools whiners, whiners ...

and dream that one night bright and sunny ...

some artist will take the hook and let them bite it.

Bite hard and die.

In your stomach they are very close to immortality.

Walter? What are you doing here?

- I was looking at Carla's drawing. - Do I pay you to look at drawings?

- Come on. To work. - I was just looking at him.

There are empty cups everywhere. Collect them.

You should not be so hard on him, Leonard.

- How are you doing, Walter? - Very good.

I think I'll go.

- Dez, man, how are you? - Good, old man. What about you?

Fairly good.

- Valdez. Brigade. - Lacroix reporting.

- Lou replaced me a few minutes ago. - Any news at the Gate?

Nothing that works for you. A couple of whores.

One is short, fat and dark.

Her name is Flaca. The other was also short.

She was dyed and skinny.

- Is your name Gorda? - Maybe. I did not understand.

They didn't give us photos. I guess you can keep an eye on them.

Well. Do you have something?

Well, Jerry Sachs seemed safe.

Surely it has something to do with it. I didn't see any dealers in the area.

Lou said he would investigate Jerry and He would later ask if he was more drugged.

I guess that's it.

Very good, Art.

Go home and rest well, snitch.

Well. See you, Paul.

Everybody heard my new poem But do you think you heard it?

I do, Mr. Brock.

I am sure it was.

"Draw the crowd with a multitude of fish.

Give it to fish for oil liver to nurture the artist. "

- That was word for word. - Yes? I had forgotten.

�It refers to not remembering your own poem?

I refuse to repeat the same thing twice. Repeat is death.

- I do not understand. - When you repeat something ...

live again for a moment, wastes it ...

separating it from the other end of their life.

I only believe in new impressions, the new stimuli, the new life!

I thought i thought life was a dark vagabond who rides free--

Yes, I do. But I also believe in creative life.

To not be creative, it is preferable to be in the grave.

Or in the army.

They tried to recruit me once.

I couldn't pass the exam.

Walter, Leonard is watching you.

He's half crazy.

Walter has nothing on his mind.

Someday something will get into it He will feel alone and will go again.

Yes, musicians, yes.

If you want, William and I will show you how bohemians live.

We will present some "in the wild".

They may even discover an artist of his own.

And how much will that cost us?

How much? A couple of dollars.

They want to meet bohemians, right?

No, they are the artists. Artists fascinate me.

Everything that exists passes through the eye of the artist.

The rest are blind fish that swim In a lonely cave

You must be an artist And he's also a busboy.

Give him that to eat, he will be satisfied. The artist is, the others are not.

That's the most puzzling thing. Are you a painter?

Well, no. I work on something. Not ready yet.

What is it, friend? Do you paint with your fingers?

Draw me a house. Make smoke coming out of the chimney.

I'm working on something. I'll show it to you soon.

Is he--?

Did you see well, boy?

Go to your house.

Hello, Mrs. Swickard.

Walter, you look very pale. What did you eat at night?

A salami sandwich.

If you were my son-- You don't want to make you a bowl of soup?

- It'll only take a minute. - Okay. I can prepare something.

Besides, I have something important what to do.

Walter, you saw Frankie at night when did you go out?

I didn't see it at all.

If you see him, tell him that I have a good piece of fish for him.

Do I tell you that? Do you think he understands?

It's just a cat.

Good night, Walter.

Frankie?

A cloth is a cloth or a painting.

A rock is a rock or a statue.

A sound is a sound or is it music.

Come on, yes a nose.

Yes a nose.

Shut up, Frankie!

What happens? How did you fit stuck in the wall?

Wait a minute. I will get you out.

Are you okay, Frankie?

Sorry.

Poor Mrs. Swickard.

Had a good chunk of fish for you.

I will take you with her in the morning.

Repeat is death, Frankie.

Let them die ...

and that with her unfortunate death be clay in your hands ...

for him to create an ashtray ...

or an ark.

Beg to be his clay paint glory color golden headband ...

for me to take you between his magical hands ...

and do wonders with your marrow.

Where are John, Joe, Jim, Jerk?

Dead, dead, dead.

- Hi Carla. - "Closed"

What are you doing here so early, walter?

I brought you something. I think you will like it.

Take that to the laundry room.

Ignore him. What did you bring?

It's something I did.

- Do you like it? - What did you bring?

Come see this, Leonard.

Where is it from? From an auction? "The Yellow Door"

- I did it. - Did you do it?

- I told you yes, right? - Walter, he's very good.

- Really? - Really.

- What's his name? - Dead cat?

"Dead cat?" What is it called?

- Yes. - Well, he looks good dead.

- Do you want to buy it? - Buy it? That?

- People would run away. - Do not be silly.

Is awesome. Look at the details.

The anatomy is perfect.

Look at the expression on her face.

- Why did you stick a knife in him? - It wasn't my intention.

You got excited, huh?

Well, very good.

I'll tell you what to do. I'll put it in the corner.

If it is sold, We divide it 50 and 50, yes?

Clear. That means that I am an artist?

Maybe if you can do also other things.

Everything that exists passes through the eye of the artist.

Yes, now you are a true artist.

Now go clean those trash cans. Marching!

Do you really like it?

We like. Now go away.

- You didn't see my cat? - What is it? Did you get lost?

You don't like my cat?

You mean this?

It's crazy. Crazy!

Do you want to buy it?

Who? Me? I have no money.

- He likes my cat. - Get to work.

Come here a minute.

Congratulations, old man.

- Walter, you're famous. - I saw your cat.

- Did you like me, Mr. Brock? - You can call me Maxwell.

How did you do it?

I just took some clay and modeled it.

Attention. Attention, everyone!

When traversing these yellow portals ...

they will have noticed, to their right, a small clay figure ...

and they will have assumed that this effigy It is the work of a master sculptor.

And it certainly is.

That master sculptor is among us.

It is none other than Walter Paisley, our busboy ...

whose great hands have been carrying ...

The empty cups of your frustrations.

Take a good look at this boy.

His is the silent voice of creation.

Inside the dark and rich land of humility ...

blooms like hope of our almost sterile century.

- Beautiful, Maxwell. - Bring me an espresso, Walter.

- Maxwell, really beautiful. - Thank you.

- You're in, man! - It was wonderful, Walter!

That's my friend!

Hey, do you have a pen?

That's my friend!

Hey man, what's up?

They are riding quite a scene by Walter.

- Who did he kill? - He made a cat.

Clay.

- See you later. - Yes, see you later.

Can you clean this table, please?

That's my friend.

Can someone clean the table?

- Cats! Cats! - Outside.

Did you hear them, Mr. De Santis? Everyone liked my cat.

Yes, very good. Walter, you must be tired.

Why don't you take The rest of the night?

You do not deserve it. Plus, you're causing a ruckus.

When the people clap, They don't ask for coffee.

So go home and work on something.

- Make another cat. - But I don't have another cat.

Go to the cinema. Go away, Walter, please.

Very good, Mr. De Santis. Goodnight.

Good night, Walter.

- Walter, wait. - Hi, Naolia.

Walter, I liked it.

My cat?

It was the most wonderful thing, spectacular...

and crazy that I have seen.

You have caused something in me.

Something deep inside of my "prahna".

Yes?

Walter, I want to be with you.

You are creative.

You have an incandescent lamp shining inside of you ...

and I want it to warm me.

Whoops! Thank you very much Naolia.

Walter, get me out of here.

Take me somewhere calm and indecent and please me.

- I can not. I must go home. - Then I'll accompany you.

Oh no, to Mrs. Swickard you wouldn't like it. She is my landlady.

Is there nothing I can do for you?

I don't think so, Naolia.

Walter, I can't let you go like this.

I have to do something. I have to contribute.

You do not have to do anything.

Wait.

Wait. There is something I can do.

One little thing.

Do not go.

I want to give you something.

Something that will make you remember me.

Put it in your pocket.

Now go, Walter.

Don't look back. Go away.

"Can I have your autograph, Mr. Paisley?"

Of course, my good wife.

Everyone likes my cat.

Do you want to buy my statue, sir?

Ten thousand dollars?

Very good.

Whoops! I'll be famous ...

and then I will declare to Carla and I will say yes.

Yes I will.

- Hi, Walter. - Hi. You're Lou, aren't you?

I see it often at the Yellow Door. Pass.

I was making pancakes. I'll make you some, if you like.

- Did you see my cat? - Yes, I saw your cat.

I also saw that that girl gave you this.

It was Naolia. She is very nice.

It's a bit weird though.

I guess you think I have headaches or something.

- Well, what is your connection? - My connection?

Yes, your connection. Who do you buy from?

- Who do you buy your horse from? - Horse?

Horse, white powder, heroin.

This is it? I had never seen her.

- I always thought it was expensive. - Yes, it can be very expensive.

Whoops! Naolia was not kind to give me such an expensive horse?

- Police officer. - He's a secret agent.

- You're under arrest. - Arrested? Why?

- For possession of drugs. - I? What are you talking about?

Walter, I got you. Now come without causing a fuss.

I did nothing.

Naolia gave it to me. I did not ask for it.

- I didn't know what it contained. - Well. Say it at headquarters.

- We are going now. - I won't go anywhere with you.

- Do I have to sign you up with this? - She's going to shoot me.

- Do not kill me. - Quiet.

- Is going to kill me. Do not kill me. - Quiet. Shut up.

No, he's going to kill me! Don't kill me!

Are you okay?

I seemed to hear some screams a minute ago.

- What are those noises? - Noises, Mrs. Swickard? Which ones?

Do not tell me I didn't hear a commotion.

Are you sure you're alone?

I'm always alone.

Walter, have you been talking Just one more time?

Well, I guess so. Someone has to do it.

What you need is a girl you know

It doesn't have to be pretty.

As long as I take good care of you.

I can take good care of myself.

Yes, I see it. Look at this department.

It's awful. Why don't you clean it sometime?

When did you change the sheets for the last time?

It seems they were alive.

Mrs. Swickard, in a bit I meet some friends.

- I have to take a shower. - Why don't you clean up this mess?

- If you don't mind, please. - What's wrong with you?

I didn't mean to hurt you, Lou.

But if you had shot me I'd be cleaning my blood

I could not avoid scare me and hit him.

I did not want to do it.

It's crazy.

"I didn't know you had that inside you, Walter. "

"How did you do it?"

I took some clay and modeled it.

"Go home and do something, Walter.

make another cat. "

But I don't have another cat.

I reported around midnight.

More than an hour ago that Lou was gone.

No it seems like nobody knows where did he go.

Give an alert about him and I'll look for it from here.

The little liar.

Louis Raby, 29 years old.

One meter eighty tall.

Dark skin. Curly black hair.

When she was last seen He was wearing jeans and a gray sweater.

Tim Evans was a killer

Alone in his cell

And everyone who read about their crimes

They curse his soul

Saying. Die, murderer, die

For the murder of his faithful wife

For the murder of his own son

The jury found him guilty

And the executioner smiled

Look, the police.

What do you suppose they want?

To you, old man, to you.

Maybe they're looking for Walter. He has the type of a murderer.

Isn't that so, Walter?

- I'm sorry, Mr. De Santis. - Is nothing.

- Take a sit. - Who? Me?

Greetings, friend.

I'm not supposed to sit with customers.

And why wouldn't you to sit at the table?

After all now you are a great artist.

A creator above mere mortals.

What is the big idea?

Village?

I was telling him the truth to Walter.

A man wanted to pay me $ 100 by the cat.

In fact, he took it home to show it to his wife.

That shows that he underestimated. Walter's skill.

His work has enormous realism.

It hardly differs of the real object.

Wow, that sounds like contempt.

- Leave Walter alone, Leonard. - Am I bothering you?

Don't be funny.

It is not my intention.

Walter, what will you do to do now?

A dog, maybe?

Or a bird?

How about a few roaches of your room?

Hey man Why don't you make an elephant?

- I have a new one. - Great. What is it?

It is a life size figure, full body.

What madness. What is it called?

Murdered man.

- And when can we see her? - Whenever you like.

It's quite a fancy name for a statue.

I once saw a statue. It was called ...

The last time Phyllis saw me It exploded.

- And what kind of statue was that? - I don't know.

It was made of shipwreck wood and submerged in fluidic acid.

It was very crazy.

What do you have?

I hope nothing.

It's the food from this pigsty.

You should try in the Red Sewer.

They have wheat germ donuts. Very tasty.

Excuse me, please.

I think it feels bad.

And who doesn't?

From Santis, I've been trying to communicate with you all afternoon.

I have to make a call. I have to call Lieutenant Valdez.

Look, I was wrong about my wife. After all, he wants that cat.

Did you hear me? I'll give you $ 100 for the cat.

At this time I can't talk to you

Well, okay. Two Hundred.

Three hundred dollars and there is no more talk.

Three hundred dollars for the cat?

I know it's crazy but I have collected works of art ...

coming from Europe for years and this boy is talented.

I want to buy your first work, and to make sure it's mine ...

I will pay you $ 500.

Five hundred dollars for the cat and a first look at his next work.

The cat is owned by someone else, but I'll get it back in a few days ...

and I'll give it to you in exchange for the $ 500.

Thank you, sir. I think I made a good purchase.

Call me when you are ready. Goodnight.

Do you feel better?

I'll go to Walter's later ...

when the place closes to see The Murdered Man.

Do you feel like coming?

The rope was tied around his neck

And it had a washer behind the ear

And the jail bell ta�a even though Tim Evans didn't hear her

Saying. Die, murderer, die

Look how big it is!

It is not that big. I have it on a basis.

Well, let's see it.

I'm a little bit nervous. I had never done a person.

You can do what you want if you propose it.

- It's hot in here. - You want me to open a window?

Come on, Walter! Take off the sheet.

They don't like it?

It is a masterpiece.

He had never seen anything like it.

And I hope I never see again nothing like it.

Me neither.

It's horrendous and speaks for itself.

Express modern man feeling sorry for himself.

How did you discover that in yourself?

Well, it wasn't easy.

What is wrong with you?

No, nothing nothing.

I never saw someone so impressionable.

- What do you think? - Don't ask me.

Come on, even you must appreciate its value.

Do you think you or me we could have conceived something like that ...

much less, run it?

Admit it. It is the work of a genius.

I admit it.

So let's take her to the Yellow Door.

- Why not? - I'll tell him, but you--

Open it again, please. Please!

- Thank you. - Why so much nonsense?

Why do you want to cover it?

Well, I've been thinking about it.

I hadn't noticed how much talent has Walter.

It would not be correct to show their works one at a time.

- Definitely not. - You're right.

I should first do a collection.

Yes, that's the idea! When I grow up, we can do an exhibition.

- An exhibition? For me? - No!

Not quite. That is to say, it would take years and years--

It's hot again.

Would take you years make so many statues ...

but your works will be exhibited.

It's a great idea. It's the only way to gain recognition.

All the great art critics and the dealers would be there.

- It would be quite an event. - Yes, then we can download them ...

and sell these works for much more.

When can we do the exhibition?

Do not rush. It takes time.

But first, you have to leave to make these hideous statues.

Carla and I will guide you.

- You can dedicate yourself to free forms. - Free forms?

- That is the current trend. - With your talent for realism?

But look at the direction it takes its realism. It's not healthy.

But you said I was a genius.

I don't want to continue being busboy.

Maybe in that you are right.

You shouldn't keep working at the Yellow Door.

See I'm sure the man will buy your dead cat ...

so here you go $ 50 advance.

And if you need I have more, do not worry.

I have a lot of faith in you, Walter.

Whoops! $ 50 for something I did!

You are now a professional.

- Come on. - Okay.

Good night, Walter.

- Keep working well. - Yes, but don't rush.

You have all the time in the world. Come on, Carla.

Goodnight.

Long live!

- Did you yell? - I'm an artist, Mrs. Swickard.

- Oh, I'm sure I do. - I am.

Look!

Good heavens!

One of the great advances of modern poetry ...

it is the removal of clarity.

I am proud to say that my poetry only appreciated by a few connoisseurs.

- Understood in what? - Not at all, silly. Just understood.

Here I begin to feel as in a prisoner wheel.

That's right.

If things don't calm down soon, I will go to another pigsty.

Maybe we should start drinking.

Yeah, man, yeah!

That's it, friend! Yes!

- Good night, Walter. - Good night, Carla.

Sylvia, you didn't see me brandish my Zen rod?

Wow, it's Walter Paisley.

Bring me a cappuccino and a papaya cheesecake ...

and a bottle of Yugoslav white wine.

Yes, sir.

- Good night, Walter. - Maxwell, how have you been?

I see the gratification of success has crossed your path.

Well, after all, I am now a successful sculptor.

Of course.

Hey man look at Walter the madman.

Is progressing like cured cancer.

- Let's join the scene. - How crazy.

He suggested to Walter that try with free forms.

Why are you suggesting things to Walter? You are the spokesperson for society ...

what are you going to put your censoring finger in the eye?

Good night gentlemen.

Who told these two that will come down from the clouds?

Clear the table. Bring a bowl. I may throw up.

It's Alice the terrible who came to spread joy and anger.

- Look at my tan. - Is it necessary?

Where have you been, Alice?

I went to Big Sur to find Henry Miller.

- I wish you didn't find it. - No, it's in Europe.

Best.

Why the helper are you sitting here?

- I'm not an assistant anymore. - It is true.

- Now Walter is a sculptor. - Really?

I am a model, you know?

I only charge $ 25 per hour.

Would you like me to pose?

Could be.

It does not matter. Walter will try dabble in free forms.

Again with the same thing. Carry my business to the Red Sewer.

Actually, I was going to suggest to Walter ...

to make a female figure ...

to change the subject of violent death.

You should. Do you know something?

If you wish, I will pose free for you.

I couldn't. Not to you.

If you are going to be an artist, you have to do nudes. Naked!

Yes, yes, yes.

No one is an artist if you don't do nudes.

Take them from here Before we end up in jail

Let's change the subject. I'm sick of hearing about sculpture.

Nobody knows how to do it anymore ...

and less the assistant of the Yellow Door.

Who do you think he's talking about?

Do not yell at me.

I dislike.

Nobody asked for your opinion.

You're just a little farmer common and ordinary ...

and the rest of us we are bohemians with experience.

That's it, man. Let's go.

Yes, man. I need air.

- See? He made them leave. - And what did I do?

The first profitable service of your ignorant life.

That shows that we all serve for something.

Are you saying that is this helper better than me?

- Yes. - I think all this ...

that he is a sculptor is only a farce for my benefit.

That is not true. I am a sculptor.

Oh yeah? Prove it.

- Do something with this. - Ready. A hand.

This is not a real hand.

If you were a sculptor, you would create something for me.

A harpoon would be fine.

I'm going home.

Alice, you are unbearable.

But he is an idiot.

Yes? What are you doing here?

I wanted to apologize for being So unfriendly with you today

You're sorry. Goodnight.

Hey, idiot, why don't you get out of here and you let me go to sleep?

I didn't finish talking to you.

After all, I decided make that female figure ...

and I want you to pose.

Do you remember what I said about my price?

$ 25 per hour.

If you want to pay it, I don't mind posing.

- When do you want to start working? - Tonight?

Right now?

- Yes. - Wait, I'm going to get my sweater.

In this place it would not hurt a little heating.

It's bad for clay.

You will get used to it.

Well, I'm almost done.

Here.

Sit in this chair And I'll put you in pose

It's a little rickety.

How about this pose?

It's very good. It's very good.

Stay as you are.

That doesn't look like a lot of clay.

It's enough.

Put this around your neck.

Ah, the breakfast.

Carefully. The plate is hot.

- Are these eggs fertile? - If they are fertile? Of course.

- What are the fries? - We ran out of safflower oil ...

but i found a bottle of peanut oil on the shelf.

Do not worry. It is not hydrogenated.

That is the cold pressed Or the garbage that Hilda bought by mistake?

- Yes, man, yes! - Hi.

- Good morning, Walter. - Hello, what brings you here?

- Have something for breakfast. - What are they eating?

Soybean and wheat germ pancakes, Organic guava nectar ...

Calcium lactate and tomato juice ...

and chickpea tortillas, dusted with smoked yeast.

- Are you accompanying us? - No thanks.

It still sounds good. I brought something to show you.

- Can someone help me? - Is the Man Murdered?

- Is better. - Come on.

Trunks.

- Put it in the middle of the room. - When did you do it, Walter?

Last night. It didn't take long.

- I'd say no. - Okay, let's see him, man.

- Walter, I can't believe it. - It's an honor to meet this man.

- Does she look cute to you? - Yes, it's beautiful.

It seems cuter to you What The Murdered Man?

I don't know. It is impossible to choose.

They are both great.

Walter, I am very touched. As a token of my appreciation ...

tonight I will have a party in your honor at the Yellow Door ...

and I will compose a poem.

- More champagne, Your Majesty? - Yes, yes.

- Where, where? - There, there.

Magnificent. � Please can you give me another kiss?

Walter, you're a slob.

Really?

Very good very good.

The bird that now flies, pay later ...

by the nose of ambidextrous apathy.

The necrophiles dance about the singles ...

in an orgy of fellowship.

The highway of life runs through the shady slums ...

and the ivy-covered graves.

And the laughter resounds in every time capsule ...

in a firmament adorned with stars.

And in the intense frost It is the hour of the children.

And nobody knows that Duncan was murdered.

And nobody knows that Walter Paisley was born.

Duncan knows it. Tuesday dawn knows.

Stray cats, boats garbage and smoky sidewalks ...

and you and me and the nude descending the ladder ...

and everything that has a soul ...

we know that Walter Paisley was born.

Ta�an, rubber bells, sound cotton gongs ...

resound silken cymbals, play leather flutes.

The cats and the boats and you and me ...

and everything that has a soul ...

we will listen. "Walter Paisley is born".

And souls are transformed into flesh.

Walter Paisley is born!

Wonderful, dear, wonderful.

Those were the best words that I heard in my life.

- What crazy, what did he say? - Didn't you hear?

No, man, I'm hallucinating.

Maxwell, that was great.

I feel so elevated.

- Walter deserved every word. - Glad to be an insider.

- Did you hear what he said? - Yes.

All about me.

It's true, right?

Word by word.

You better loosen with the champagne, artist.

Yes, why?

You could talk too much.

- And what would I say? - Almost everything, I hope.

You two are trying to ignore the rest?

I, no, Maxwell.

I would not ignore you.

I know what it's like to be ignored.

Tell us what you are going to do next.

I will do the most wonderful things, daring and crazy they have seen.

I will make big statues and small statues ...

tall statues and short statues.

I will make statues of strangers and statues of famous people ...

statues of actors and poets ...

and people who sell things on television ...

and a statue of the mayor ...

and some opera singers and his close friends.

And all will say: "Walter, give me your hand.

It has been a pleasure have met you ".

Bravo Bravo.

Stray cats and trash cans ...

they know that Walter Paisley was born.

There are rubber bells, sound cotton gongs ...

resound silken cymbals, play leather flutes.

Tell us what are you going to do later, Walter.

I will make big statues, small statues ...

of movie stars and poets ...

and of people who sell things on television ...

and the mayor and some opera singers.

What will you do next, Walter?

What am I going to do next?

What am I going to do next?

I must do something before they forget.

I know what it's like to be ignored.

Who are you? What do you want?

Life is a dark wanderer that travels for free on the art bus.

What did you say?

What is not creation they are just cookies.

Let them break to feed the creator.

Go away. You must be crazy.

Hi Leonard. Beautiful morning, huh?

It was. What do you have in the box?

Wait till you see this.

Extra! Extra! Horrible murder in a furniture factory!

Read about the man that they cut in two!

The police only found a part of him!

Read all about it!

What is it, Leonard?

Did you do a bust?

Yes, isn't it wonderful?

- What is it? - Leave it on the floor, please.

Walter, listen to me carefully.

I don't want you to continue making statues.

Did you understand me? Enough of statues.

Why not? I have to make statues.

You heard Brock. They want me to do it.

And if I stop doing them, I'll be a busboy again.

Brock is behind all this with his bitter and stupid poetry.

Listen you have to leave to do them right now.

I am beginning to feel responsible.

Why? What did you do?

Never mind.

Walter, I have decided to do that exhibition for you, right now.

Yes. When Carla comes, we will make nice invitations.

We will send them to print. We will invite critics ...

and to art collectors.

- We will tell you. - "Exhibition of Sculptures ...

Presenting the Works of Walter Paisley The Yellow Door, August 16 "

I don't see why we can't go.

Mr. Leonard De Santis he's afraid of you going.

You who buy your coffee, that you attract its tourists.

You are the heart and the soul and the meat of the Yellow Door.

- I despised you. - Did you get an invitation?

No, but I'll still go.

Not to drink her champagne but to see Walter's success.

- After that, we won't go anymore. - Hi, Maxwell.

- I won't say "good luck" to you. - Why not?

It would mean that you can't prosper in your ability by yourself.

- You look very attractive. - Yes? You too.

- I mean, you look very pretty. - Thank you.

- Are you ready? - We have a lot of time.

I know, but I wanted to talk to you.

Very good. We can go, if you want.

Goodbye.

See you, man, see you.

Why do you think Walter do you want to go with him alone?

Do you think she attracts him physically?

No, man, he's not the one. You are not getting enough vitamin "E".

Maxwell gave him a bottle of wheat germ oil.

Maybe he started taking it.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Well-- what kind of people do you like it, carla?

Those who think ...

the artists, I guess.

- Do you think I'm an artist? - Of course I do.

- That means you like me. - I like you so much.

So I thought, for how you kissed me the other night.

That was for the sculpture what did you do with the girl ...

your Naked in the Chair.

Carla, a long time ago that I am alone.

I know you've been alone because you never date anyone.

Although Leonard always invites you to go out with him and I just--

What are you trying to say?

Carla...

I do not want to continue making statues.

I want to marry you.

How long have you been thinking about that?

Long time ago.

Since the first time that you came to work at the club.

You were the only one she was nice to me.

I didn't know that you loved me until you kissed me.

Walter, I like you ...

and I kissed you ...

but it was because of your work.

Being in love with someone it is much more than that.

You mean you don't love me?

I'm afraid that is what I mean.

But...

you gotta love me

Why do you think I did that statue of Alice?

- Walter, I'm sorry. - No, don't be sorry.

I want to marry you.

Calm down, and let's get in there ...

and maybe when the show ends, we can keep talking about it.

I do not want to talk about that.

I understand.

Now I understand everything.

Nobody knows that Walter Paisley was born.

Carla...

Can you do me a favor?

Whatever you want, Walter.

Would you let me do a statue of you?

Do you really want that?

That would make me very happy.

Tonight.

Tonight i will a statue of you, yeah?

Come on.

No thanks.

This could do return to realism.

Yes, a one-man return.

We have many artists, but no craftsman.

This man knows about anatomy.

I would pay 1,500 for this.

After reading my reviews, it might cost you 5,000.

What is the problem?

Why are you so depressed?

Did you hear what they are saying?

You could win $ 25,000 with these works alone.

- I thought you'd put money in. - Yes! But 25 thousand?

Leave me alone.

- Go away! - We came to join the scene.

How about a cappuccino? We have money.

We are not attending. This is an art show.

- No homeless people. Outside. - That art is a tramp, man.

- And he's sober. - That's his problem.

- Okay. We will wait outside. - Yes, wait outside.

Where are you going, Carla? What happens?

Walter, there is a corpse inside that statue.

It's Alice. Do not worry.

Maxwell says it's okay.

That turn into clay in your hands to mold them.

Walter, don't come near me.

Don't you see? I immortalized them.

Don't you see? I can do the same with you.

Call Valdez. Send some cars.

- I'll go for Paisley. - I'll accompany you.

- Hey, man, what's up? - Walter Paisley is a murderer.

Whoa! I saw him chasing to Carla on the street.

And what was that?

Nobody knows I'm here.

They could not know.

They are dead.

How could they know?

Did you see it?

It must be hiding around here.

Can't hide because We are in clay and he is not.

Walter, go home.

- I wouldn't know where else to go. - Walter, go home.

Where is it?

What about you?

We will find.

We'll have it soon, Lou.

We'll teach him that he can't kill us and get away with it, huh?

What are you going to do now?

I will hide where never find me.

There is your room. He went crazy!

Paisley, open up!

I guess I would have called her Hangman.

Her masterpiece.

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