Bye bye, Barbara Page #4

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- Marc also hears.

Are you moved, Marc,

by this conjugal love?

- Good evening sir.

- Good evening.

The advantage with me is that

one always knows where to find me.

Look for the bottle,

you'll find the woman.

What a surprise, Micheli is drinking.

Is it you...

who hit Paula?

And with such a pleasure,

darling, if you knew...

Why?

To make sure she'd get

that I won't divorce.

You must understand, darling

that you'll leave for Mexico with me,

not with her.

After all I've done for you,

I won't let myself be discarded.

Think of all the mean things

I know about you.

I'm tired, Eve.

Paula doesn't love me. Not anymore.

To divorce, what for?

Hugo.

You're right.

Let's go together to Mexico.

Two old friends, tired.

Hugo.

You know what I'll do?

I'll give Paula to that boy.

They'll leave France,

I'll give them some money.

I wish they'll get lost, far away.

I wish they'll vanish,

let's forget about them.

Oh yes.

- Come on, let's do it again.

- No, get dressed.

- Yes?

- Jrme, are you terribly mad with me?

Who's speaking?

Eve, I swear I was forced

to play this game.

To make you forgive me,

I have good news.

You will be able to see again

someone with blue eyes.

Yes?

Get dressed.

I am at the countryside with her.

Come here tonight,

I'll explain everything.

Not before 11 pm,

I have things to settle.

- Don't come before 9 pm

- Fine.

I'm warning you I'll tell

friends about it.

As you please.

It's in Ancy, near Milly.

- Once in Ancy...

- The easiest way is when he is Ancy...

he goes to the tobacconist's,

they'll explain him the way.

- Good evening.

- Good evening sir.

Sorry sir, very sorry,

here, I'll pay for the cleaning.

No, keep it to clean your dog,

he got everything.

What time is it?

A quarter to eleven.

I've already seen you somewhere.

Haven't you seen him somewhere?

You play rugby.

Almost.

Oh no, I remember,

you talk about rugby.

Jrme Thomas, here,

it's Jrme Thomas.

Excuse me pal, I'm in a hurry.

- To go to Mr. Miqueli's.

- The way?

- Yes.

- Come, I'll show you.

Is there someone here?

There is someone.

Eve.

Dimitri.

Dimitri.

It's not here.

Oh, it's you.

There's a lady who gets a lot

of visitors, all around the clock,

and at least once a night,

one rings at my door.

- What's going on?

- I can't go home.

May I?

Is the story of blackmail

getting at you?

I've done better since.

Around a quarter to eleven,

that journalist, Jrme Thomas,

came into my pub in Ancy,

on the square.

He asked me the way to the villa.

A customer even spilled

his drink on him.

Micheli?

No, the weapon wasn't found.

Are you arresting Jrme Thomas,

Mr. Superintendent?

Read tomorrow's newspaper,

you'll know it.

Undress and get some sleep.

We'll talk about it at breakfast.

And like an idiot,

I do what I'm told.

I go into that pub to ask my way,

I come across rugby lovers,

I almost sign autographs.

Mr. Prsident,

I've never been to Ancy.

I haven't left my room,

Mr. Prsident.

My friend Miqueli nicely planned

his business.

Do you hate me?

You're right, this place is spooky.

A few more days and we'll be happy,

you'll see.

At the paper they told me

you wanted to see me.

It's about Thomas.

The cops went to his house, his car

is there but not him.

At the paper, they interviewed

everyone, including me.

The fool, the damned fool.

I've told him a thousand times

to drop it.

We'll make you eat these insults...

Leave me alone, I'm speaking to Mr.

You've got spots.

- You don't see girls often enough.

- Go to hell.

Luckily there's still death penalty

in France to rid us of idiots.

I'll make coffee.

Dimitri, are you my friend?

No.

I can't move.

You're going to move for me.

- It's me.

- Yes?

Eterlou can already tell us tonight

if some chicks disappeared that week.

The girl who died

must be missing somewhere.

Then, as I had to do a paper

about Eve Micheli,

I popped at the agency

where she worked.

I can't tell you much about Eve,

I'm not close to all the models

of my agency.

Talk to Veronica,

they were good friends.

- Veronica?

- You've got your finger on her.

Hello.

Veronica had just washed her hair,

so I helped her to the styling.

After her marriage with Micheli,

Eve left the agency

and I haven't seen her again.

Did you stroke her towel at least?

Yes, but not for long.

Later while she was drying her hair,

she showed me picture.

Is it Paula Micheli?

No, it's Daphn.

If only you could see

your moist eyes.

The scenes of jealousy, another time,

Dimitri darling.

You're out of your mind.

You, rubbish.

Go on.

In short, I was curious

about that resemblance.

But Veronica didn't know

Daphn very well.

Veronica told me

that you were a friend of Daphn.

Listen chap, I've just turned in,

I have a bad headache.

??? will be very short.

Nevertheless I managed to make her

tell that Daphne had met a guy,

the love of her life...

Well, it might last or it might not.

And they've left last week

to South America.

On Monday, exactly.

On the day of the accident.

It's a ticket for a picture of them.

They haven't had time to get it,

if you're interested...

I'm always interested.

- Hey, what's going on?

- I'll explain as we go along.

A little later, I went

to fetch the picture, here.

They may be gone for

South America last week

but last night that guy was in a bar

in Ancy square,

on Micheli's orders.

You'll give that picture to Eterlou

with the girl's name.

If she's really left France,

we'll know it, go comrade.

Dude, no doubt,

no Angelini Daphn has left

France on last Monday nor since then.

By the way, your modeling agency,

do you know what it is?

A network of call girls.

Give me the address,

it can be useful.

Then sit down,

I'll dictate you a letter.

OPEN LETTER TO HUGO MICHELI

PAULA IS ALIVE,

IT'S DAPHNE WHO'S DEAD

isn't it, Mr. Micheli?...

Mr.

the insurance inspector

is losing patience.

Leave me alone.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

We don't doubt the good faith

of Mr. Micheli, but we must

contact Miss Daphn Angelini

in South America.

And as well...

to make a new assessment of the car

and a new examination of the girl

but, at the scrap yard...

Why didn't you tell me,

now it's too late.

Here's your car.

You should have come 8 days ago.

I managed to learn that the car

was put through the mill at once.

And surely it's not a coincidence.

That was the opinion

of the insurance inspector too.

About the girl, according to the

family tradition, she was cremated.

- Note...

- Enough, shut up.

I feel like making love

in a field of daffodils,

with the sound of a stream flowing

in the grass nearby.

Come on, one more sip to buck us up.

If it doesn't work and they fire me,

you'll support me until my death.

And I'm warning you, I love

breast of chicken and tailored suits.

And cigars.

Let's go.

Yes?

Mr. Micheli is away. Wait a moment,

I think I can hear him.

Inspector Eterlou, sir.

Hello Sir,

I'd like you to come to the CID,

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