Bye bye, Barbara Page #5

---

as soon as possible.

Is it again

about this ridiculous article...

Not at all.

The Superintendent Amiot put me

in charge of asking you

for some clarification

about that blackmail story.

Right.

I'll be in your office in an hour.

Inspector...

Eterlou.

Good, I'm waiting for you.

Let's go.

And you, the trainees, you obey him

like me, i.e., you don't.

It's more enjoyable

to chat with a glass.

Alright, I'm coming.

Excuse me.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

Damn, I typed, you're welcome.

- Mr. Micheli?

- He is not here.

Well, we'll wait.

Inspectors looking for Mr. Micheli.

- Is this Mr. Micheli's office?

- Yes.

- Are you Mr. Micheli's secretary?

- Yes.

- Is this Mr. Micheli's safe?

- Yes.

- Open it.

- You're crazy.

- Do you refuse?

- Certainly.

It's normal.

I'm really sorry,

not long now and I'm yours.

- Yes?

- That's it, we're attacking.

Good.

The smoke doesn't bother you,

does it?

I'll end up resigning.

Well. Where were we?

Nowhere.

Well...

- Yes?

- You can come.

I think it's ringing.

Thinking we were almost through,

anyway, I'll be right back.

Hey, but what is he doing here?

That's exactly what I asked him.

We'll tell him later

what I answered you.

Name, Angelini, first name,

Daphn, born July 27th, 1948...

And died last week.

Drafts, bills, mortgages.

- No revolver?

- No.

It would be too good.

- Let's not hang around. What else?

- That

Dimitri, the address

of the modeling agency?

- Rue Mazarine, 12bis.

- Floor? - 3rd.

In the last folder I gave you,

there is a lease

on behalf of Mr. Miqueli for

the 3rd floor, 12 bis rue Mazarine.

And what's more,

your father-in-law is a pimp.

Here, it's him coming out.

Inspector Eterlou.

What's going on?

Inspector Darjot.

A taxi driver came to the police

station saying he left him here.

They also warned us,

we were faster than you.

Let's go.

You, go, I'll go with them.

And now?

They congratulate me.

I have nothing to say.

I called the superintendent,

he's coming. How did it happen?

A stroke of luck. I have someone

in my office, I'm leaving him to you.

I don't smoke.

We'll continue another time,

I have to go back at once,

I kept you waiting for nothing,

oh, the bottle fell.

Yes, the glasses too.

To the theater.

Go into the hallway.

I bring you good news, all's settled.

We'll leave in a while.

Everything will change, you'll see.

Imagine

long beaches

the sea

guitars, away,

and the wind,

and Mexicans' hats,

lying in the shade on the squares.

I can't live without you.

Go away.

Have you heard?

We've already been here,

it's the third time...

The police, call the police.

What are you doing here, Eterlou?

An ordinary spectator,

Mr. Superintendent.

By the way, about Thomas, none of your

business, but congratulations anyway.

- What is it here?

- An 8 mm.

Like the one who killed his wife.

And what's that?

I don't know, Superintendent,

I didn't touch anything.

You owe me a new briefcase.

There are too many people here, see,

the little one needs some air.

Come here, my boy.

Good morning.

Look, it's already dark.

Work first.

I think I caught a cold,

Do you mind closing the window?

Here.

Look what I've found.

The Sad Caf.

- The name of the bar in Biarritz.

- Yes.

Paula.

Paula.

Come and sit here.

You smell like an apple.

You are an apple.

A woman apple.

Without that.

When you read, I have the feeling

that you're leaving.

- You want me just to stay here?

- Yes. Like that.

I'll go for a little walk.

What an idea!

I won't stay out long.

Paula, I'd rather you didn't go out.

Well, do what you want.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes