"I worked as a private-eye...in a city that was so rotten I feel sick when I take it's name in my mouth..." Private-eye Kant starts out as a big city saga, dark and tough, about evil and good, imprisonment and freedom. It ends as a comedy about traumas, hysteria and guilt ridden feelings.

In the eighth episode the detective discovers something of which he had always suspected to exsist: psychiatry. The behaviour of adults can be explained by long forgotten childhood experiences! The memories come back whilst on the couch. Kant resembles Sigmund Freud more and more, leaving the role as a tough-as-bolts dick that never takes his hat off. The revolver is not shot off anymore, save for the odd blank explosions, to serve purpose as a psychological weapon.

"Private-eye Kant" is a further development on the tragi-comic descriptions of the human state-of-mind found in "The Cake" and "Doctor Krall". The humour is quite special: jokeless humour, with a few distasteful punches below the belt.

"Kant" is a confluence of the european, cultural inheritence, with plenty of gun-powder, sausage and pschoanalysis. Or, with Kant's own words taken from the theme song:
"My father died from a bullethole, he was a private-eye. My life consisted of gun fights and brawls. But now, I couldn't give a damn about explosives, gun powder and whiskey. I put folks into my couch, it's called psychiatry."