Bye bye, Barbara Page #2
- Year:
- 1969
- 100 min
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She had no reason to confide in me.
Hardly, and you install her
in your place?
I assure you that I often install
girls I hardly know in my place.
Thank you.
I apologise for having disturbed you.
Jerk.
Bambi?
- Is it ready for me?
- Yes yes, they are here.
Bardot, no, Kosygin no,
ah, a ball, that's for me.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
What is he reading?
It's Micheli's daughter
who disappeared.
She died in a car crash earlier.
I'll be back in an hour or two.
- Well, what are you doing here?
- I knew the girl.
- Where is she, have you seen her?
- No, I've just arrived.
Can we see the girl?
They took her away,
there wasn't much left to see.
Only her papers didn't burn,
they were in a metal thing.
- The family?
- They came, they left.
And how did it happen?
It's not known yet, but there was
an empty bottle of whiskey in the car.
The girl must have been drunk,
she skid, look at that.
It caught fire immediately.
Well, tomorrow the experts
will sort it out.
Thanks.
What a face!
In love with the deceased?
Young man with a heart of stone.
No, you idiot, curious,
vaguely curious.
So my old Schnouffi-fouffi,
he is still dragging you around?
And how is the old Schnouffi-fouffi?
He schnouffes well
and fouffes like crazy.
He lives his life as a dog, you see.
Have you been here for long?
You told me 3 pm.
An article to finish
and been delayed.
You look in a terrible mood.
If I'm bothering you, I can go.
Do what you want, but speaks lower.
You haven't even noticed
I changed my hair color.
I noticed it, but I find it cheap.
So I shut up.
Come on, your curls are pretty.
I'm glad you're here.
I didn't want to be alone.
Put on a disc, don't talk too much
and be very much in love. OK?
Yes, bastard. OK. Bastard.
Oh, you have Bye Bye Barbara.
No, not that one.
After all, yes, put it on,
and come close.
- Where is Dimitri?
- At the stone.
Nothing new?
Trifles.
You're rather curious, heart of stone,
- Ah, she's not really his daughter.
- No.
He married the mother when the girl
was 13, and when she died, adopted her.
The daughter.
Paula Micheli was insured 300 million
old francs for his adoptive father.
Bloody idiots.
And you call that an accident?
- Excuse me?
- I suggest a title.
Daddy sabotages scooter
to kill girlie and get a big cake.
Oh, darling, calm down.
What would Micheli do with 300
million, that's just his taxes.
- Do you know him well?
- No, but he's loaded.
- Is that all?
- Yes.
Who can tell me more?
He doesn't yet have as a nice voice
as his mother.
Is Agla here?
Agla,
I'd like to talk to you a minute.
Why only a minute?
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