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You're beautiful, Betty Blue.

I like you very much too, Mr. David.

Betty, I...

No, let's not get sentimental. Right now, I just want to make love.

Are you thinking about your next book?

Are you asking as a friend or as my editor?

Both, Betty.

Oh, Adam, please.

Every time we meet, it always ends like this. You always ask me the same question.

Sometimes I start to think that you sleep with me just for this.

You know very well that's not true.

I've bet a lot on you.

The thing is, I'm not the only one deciding which publisher to choose.

A lot has changed.

My partners are questioning the reasoning behind the advance I gave you.

Yes, alright. Fine.

But it certainly doesn't torture me that you will have your novel.

Betty, try to understand.

Don't get me in trouble.

At least give me a deadline, a first chapter in a month or two.

I don't know, I don't know.

It's really not easy to find the right story.

So hurry up, darling, because I'm tired of having to justify myself.

Justify me or maybe yourself?

It would be embarrassing to admit your partner...,-

...who is also your lover, right?

If it weren't for me, you'd still be an unknown student

with more ambition than talent.

Asshole!

After what happened, I have no intention

of having that kind of relationship with her.

So please, Miss, leave...,-

this institute as soon as possible.

Only God knows how much I struggled to put out that scandal.

Seeing her again gives me a strange pleasure, Director.

Not for me, Miss Atton.

I allowed that young woman, Varnelli, to see her,

only because this is a very sensitive moment.

A strange friendship indeed. I don't understand yours.

You're a hypocrite, thinking you're in heaven.

On the contrary, you're burning in hellfire.

Betty!

Giovanna!

Let me look at you, you're amazing.

You're not kidding either, tell me everything.

I'm happy to see you again.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing special.

Just a damn flu and a bit tired.

But tell me about yourself.

How does it feel to be a successful writer?

You might not believe it, but I'd rather have finished my studies.

What are you saying? I don't believe you.

If only the Headmistress's name if we hadn't found

that manuscript, it would have been much better for me.

Giovanna, why are you sad?

It's about my father.

He's dead.

I'm so sorry.

They told me after they arrested him.

However, I have to go to Florence.

And it will be a big sacrifice for me.

I have no desire to see those people again.

I'll go there.

What did you say? You go instead of me?

But you and I look alike, no one would recognize me.

It could be a source of inspiration for my book.

- Maybe. - Come on, Giovanna.

Florence is beautiful this time of year.

This is my father.

Marquis Augusto Varnelli.

My mother. Her name was Elena.

She died when I was just 8 years old.

My aunt, Beatrice.

A widow, but not for that she's any less greedy for sex and money.

In every way, the same goes for Aunt Laura.

That I was there with Aunt Beatrice, my father's mistress's sister.

But she has Stefano, my cousin.

Aunt Beatrice's only son.

And this is Teresa, my nanny.

Probably the only person I truly loved.

And finally Barbara, my stepmother.

She married my father just for his money.

Be careful, she's very evil.

How long have you worked for my family?

Two years. Since I ran away from the Reds.

You are a political exile.

It's all communism's fault, unfortunately.

But you're also a nobleman.

A title without assets is meaningless.

And my father, how did he spend his last days?

His illness suddenly worsened.

Strange, because in his last letters he never told me he was sick.

So you wouldn't worry.

Yes, I know that.

He loved you very much.

Yes, I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone you saw me smoking.

Discretion could be part of my job.

After you.

Barbara, darling, don't be nervous.

Andrea, please.

You're so beautiful.

I want you more and more.

I love you.

Your compliments make me blush.

Please, with everything that's happened, I can't control myself.

Try to understand me.

You're not going to act like I'm some inconsolable widow.

We're free now, you know?

Kiss me, darling.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

It's been a long time since the lost one came home.

Yes.

Oh, Giovanna, the last time I saw you, you were just a little girl.

Tell me, my dear, how long has it been?

About ten years, Aunt Laura.

It is you.

Oh, Giovanna, how you've grown up and become a woman now.

On the contrary, you've stopped time, you always look the same.

Maybe time has passed for me too and left its marks.

Giovanna, my little girl.

Meeting here under these tragic circumstances...

...is a great comfort to me.

It would have been even better if you had told me in time,

let me see my father one last time.

Oh, you're right, darling.

But you must understand, in certain situations it's very difficult, you know, to think of everything.

I think she will succeed in her intention.

Are you sure?

Of course, I know her well.

- Thank you, Maria. - Don't thank me.

Who knows what's wrong with telling that viper.

- Hi. - It's very dangerous.

Hello, Stefano.

You're funny.

They want to keep us apart, maybe?

Maybe.

We must be careful.

Talk to me.

Always scheming, you two.

Wait.

- You remember your cousin, Stefano? - Hello, Giovanna.

Tell me about Paris.

Hi.

But what kind of question is that to ask her?

- You haven't changed a bit. - I was just joking.

- Coffee? - Thank you, Maria.

I just don't know how to deal with this man.

He always speaks in such an angry tone.

I can't wait until he reads the will. And you?

Let's hope there are no surprises.

Oh, Teresa. I'm so happy to see you again.

Miss Giovanna, welcome back.

If I'm not mistaken, you used to call me "the little one."

You're funny.

Unfortunately, time has passed, and now she's not a child anymore.

Come on, I'll take you to your room.

Honestly, has she really forgotten her way around?

Sometimes time plays tricks.

It can change people.

She's following me.

Oh, Bobo.

My favorite teddy bear.

I was going to give it to your parents, remember, miss?

I'll have Boris bring up your luggage.

Yes, who is it?

It's Boris, miss. I've brought your suitcases.

Come in.

Excuse me, where should I put these?

Just put them on the bed.

Does she need anything else?

Perhaps, Boris, that all depends on you.

Depends on me?

What do you mean? I don't understand, Miss Giovanna.

Come in.

Are you sure I'm not disturbing you?

Come in, don't be shy.

Oh, miss, I didn't mean it like that. I can wait outside until you're dressed.

I'm so sorry.

What are you waiting for? Take off your jacket.

Her every wish is my command.

And then do it without wasting any time.

I want to.

I love soaping up a man's back.

It's not easy to fulfill certain desires.

It must feel very lonely in a place like this.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

What do you mean?

You are very beautiful.

Your breasts are like two glasses of champagne.

Giovanna, you can trust me.

- Really? - Do you touch yourself when you're alone?

Yes, sometimes.

- You're soft, so sweet. - I like it, I really like it.

[SPEAKING RUSSIAN] You are so beautiful.

Giovanna, you are a whore, a whore.

- I want it in my mouth. - Yes, I want to give it to you.

Yes, yes.

- Good morning, miss. - Can I help you?

Don't worry, I'm used to doing it myself.

Be careful with these stairs.

It's all straw.

Where can you see me from like that?

Who is she?

You know perfectly well who I am, why are you asking me like this?

What's wrong with you, Teresa? Why are you talking like that?

The real Bobo burned up years ago.

Giovanna would never mistake it.

You're not fooled, I can imagine.

Okay, I'll be honest.

My name is Elizabeth Atton, and I'm a friend of Giovanna's.

Now that you know everything, what are you going to do?

Are you going to tell Barbara and her aunt?

I haven't thought about it at all.

You're smart, and maybe we

can work something out. Work what out?

My dear, the death of Giovanna's father.

But wasn't it a heart attack?

That's the official version.

The Marquis was murdered.

What? Murdered?

He had some strange abrasions on his wrists.

It wasn't enough to report to the police.

But who did it?

For that.

The Varnelli inheritance is very tempting to everyone.

And don't trust Boris too much.

A man who loves money and beautiful women is always dangerous.

Do we understand each other?

When the notary reads my last will,

of course, I will no longer be here.

I regret leaving you.

Turns out we weren't so bad together, were we?

I hope the family stays united.

Precisely for that reason...,

...I think I will have you meet more than once at the Red Table.

I hope you don't mind and that this doesn't take up too much of your time.

Luxury has always been a hallmark of our family.

Therefore, you will find that everything I've left is quite normal.

- Oh, how convoluted he is. - Calm down.

Not before the fifteenth day, from the date of my funeral.

But what is the meaning of this nonsense?

I should have guessed, it's another one of his eccentricities.

That is all, gentlemen.

This is the Marquis's will.

- Thank you, Notary. - Thank you, Teresa.

Who is that man with Barbara?

Andrea Corte, he handles the family's legal affairs.

The Marquis trusted him completely.

- That doesn't inspire me at all. - Sir, I'm finished, I'll take my leave.

Very well, gentlemen, after you.

Goodbye.

I don't understand what was on his mind.

Open the will after fifteen days.

Always the same, strange, our brother.

The important thing is we're rid of him.

- He was better than you. - Shut up.

Otherwise, I won't give you your uncle's inheritance money.

Now, get out.

- You take advantage of me and my money. - Have I ever disappointed you so far?

No.

I can't live without you.

How does it feel to be back home after so long, Giovanna?

I'm happy.

Although I would have preferred it under different circumstances.

Your father didn't want you to study in France.

Father knew perfectly well who pushed me into that decision.

Listen, Miss, if you happen to be referring to me.

No, Barbara, what Giovanna means is that after her mother's death...,

...she felt alone. That's all.

For the future.

Have you thought about what you will do?

Once I finish my studies, I will return here to manage the family estate.

But there is already someone managing it.

The lawyer who enjoyed your father's full confidence.

And I intend to renew it for him.

Thank you.

And anyway, you must wait for the will to be read before making decisions.

But why?

You have to wait two weeks.

It seems very odd to me.

Your father had become very extravagant lately.

He was acting a bit strange. Perhaps he was tired.

True.

Luckily, there was always a lawyer nearby...,-

...to get him out of all his most complicated problems.

He was always too good to me.

Does it have something to do with what?

Really?

Stefano, if I'm not mistaken, you studied to be a doctor when you were a boy.

With a newfound desire to learn.

At best, he could have become a street sweeper.

Oh, but you know, I am going through a tough time.

But you're the laziest one in the whole house.

Chased until he drove away that poor little Maria.

Then I hope you'll remember me, Uncle.

So I can go.

Excuse me.

Leave the boy alone.

Don't embarrass him.

If you had your mother's calling, you could get married and have children.

Instead of fooling around like some adventurer with whoever comes along.

I don't understand how my husband could...,-

...put up with all your foolishness for all these years.

At the very least, you should be patient with us until the will is read.

What does she mean by that?

I don't know.

You never know anything.

In this house, everyone knows everything, but no one tells me anything.

Barbara, Marchioness.

Very sour.

Barbara, come on.

Open the door.

Giovanna, it's me, Betty Blue.

Don't worry, don't worry, there's no problem.

They all liked her, except for Teresa.

No one will say anything.

She's convinced your father was murdered by someone.

Just stay calm, for now it's only a suspicion.

If necessary, I'll contact you. Don't move, okay?

Don't worry, Mrs. Atton.

You'll hear from me as soon as possible, okay?

Goodbye, goodbye.

Did she call the boarding school?

Yes, I've already warned the headmistress that I'll be staying...,-

...a few extra days in Florence.

Florence is very beautiful.

Unfortunately, I hardly remember it.

If you like, I could accompany you, as a guide, so to speak.

A man walking with a colleague doesn't seem proper for you.

Its beauty is worth the risk.

Lawyer, I'll see those documents shortly.

- Marchioness. - Quickly.

I'll be right there, excuse me.

But you see that little bastard.

Barbara, I'm getting tired of your outbursts.

Get it through your head, without it you're nothing to me.

Of course, but I also know you can't stay away from me.

I want you.

Come on, come in.

Did you know I was here?

Of course I knew.

You don't mind if I...

Why should I mind?

We women like to be watched.

Even if no one admits it.

You like to peek?

Who knows how many times I've watched Barbara and probably her uncle's friend.

Nicely...

The last time, when the misfortune happened, did you see it?

What was her name?

Fanny Jeanvier, the most beautiful of them all.

Yes, that's her.

Yes, it was very bad.

Come here and look.

No, this is the Marquis's room.

Apparently.

Look.

Now I'll read your palm.

I can't do it.

I can't take it anymore.

I beg you.

Augusto, what's wrong with you?

What happened?

Oh Holy Madonna, the Marquis is sick.

We're losing him right now, just this one. Damn it.

So I was peeking from behind the door, you hear that your uncle has died.

But, a fine ending.

Listen, have you ever made love?

I haven't.

I haven't either.

Do you want to try with me?

With you? Now?

Sure. I haven't, you haven't either.

We have to start sometime. You don't believe it'll cause us problems.

Come on, touch yourself.

Come on.

You relax. And let yourself be led by me.

I feel you're a little nervous.

I feel excited.

Making love with your cousin doesn't happen every day.

Bastard.

I want it inside now.

Take me back to the study.

And come.

Do you like it?

Yes, you're much better than Maria.

But you said you'd never made love before.

- You too? - It's true.

So, dear Beatrice.

I think it's better you know from now on.

What is written in the will?

Do you think he'll give in?

You're beautiful. No one can resist you.

Then the notary will restrain himself.

After you.

- Oh, Mrs. Varnelli. - Good morning, Notary.

Pleased to see you again.

What do I owe the honor of your visit?

You know yourself that my brother was a bit eccentric.

So I don't understand this 15-day delay for the opening of the will.

It seems an anomaly to his custom.

It's true, it is a rather unusual practice.

But I must comply with the Marquis's wishes.

And he could not make a small exception.

Let me see.

I don't like surprises.

Madam, please.

I don't want to break the law.

A will is far too important a matter.

Which you cannot trifle with.

I am willing to give you a very generous gift.

Generous? To what extent?

I know there is one thing to be done which is unassailable.

Yet history teaches that outstanding results are achieved with me.

That's not real. That's what you're doing.

Yes, you don't need to stop.

Keep going.

You're very good, I think.

A gift.

This is good, keep going.

Keep going, yes.

You're good.

Glendita.

Your letter.

It's a notorious thing.

I'm trying to see the miracle.

It's a beautiful thing.

I'm leaving.

Good night.

You win.

I'll give you a photo as if with the winner's head.

I found him here, lying in bed.

What expression did he have?

Calm. Looked like he was sleeping.

Didn't you notice anything strange?

Except for the abrasions on his wrists...

No.

He spent the night with a woman.

What a pity.

Maybe it was just an accident.

No, someone paid that prostitute to wear him out, I'm sure of it.

How can you say that?

The Marquis...,-

...he was sick and everyone knew...,-

...that his heart wasn't strong enough for sustained exertion.

That's why he tied him up,

to force him to keep going until...,-

Until it killed him.

There's only one way to investigate this.

Find out who that woman was.

You drive me crazy, Maria.

But they could see us.

They'll just quote more.

What happened to you?

Nothing. A punch on the nose from a jealous husband.

It's not serious.

You should be careful too, even beautiful roses have thorns.

Are there any scissors around?

Sure, I'll get them.

Very good, Your Excellency.

Good.

But what's his job?

Besides being a driver.

You're also the stud at the Varnelli house.

First, you sleep with Laura hoping to get money from the inheritance.

Then, after also,-

sleeping with Beatrice, bribing the notary...,-

...to read the will early.

I want you to help me.

I want to know who killed my father.

Hello, police. It's very urgent.

I need to speak with Commissioner Innocenti.

They might be on their way to arrest the murderer of Marquis Varnelli.

Upstairs.

- How are you, friend? - Greetings.

Commissioner?

To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?

I'll tell him now. Do you know this man?

Marquis Varnelli?

Do you also know a certain Fanny Jeanvier?

Fanny Jeanvier? Yes, of course.

She's the Marquis's murderer, if I'm not mistaken.

Do you know where she lives?

Not too far from here, but I haven't seen her for a few days.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Gentlemen, good luck.

Thank you.

Thank you. I've got it.

Don't think my heart is insensitive,-

but a nice walk and a beautiful night...

...makes us all calmer.

My dear Count, it's truly a pleasure to see him.

I'm here.

Fanny Jeanvier, I presume.

- Who are you? - POLICE.

What do you want from me?

- I didn't do anything. - Oh really?

You have to believe me, Mr. Commissioner.

They told me...

It was just a joke.

I didn't think it would end like this, I promise.

Who paid you?

I don't know, I was just told to spend the night with him.

Nice house, beautiful view. Compliments.

I ask you once again, Miss Jeanvier.

Who paid for the Marquis Varnelli's last night?

I'm telling you again, Mr. Commissioner.

You have to believe me, I don't know.

Tough luck.

As you understand, I make a living by entertaining men.

You should know you risk being charged with involvement in a murder.

He was brutal with him.

We could, provided the lady is willing to cooperate,-

with us, help her out of this trouble.

I'll do whatever you want.

But I don't know anything else.

Are you absolutely sure?

I've told you everything, believe me.

That is the truth.

The Commissioner will put in a good word with the judge.

Let's go.

Why don't you sit down, Lady Marchesa?

We're all here now, Commissioner. You can begin.

I must inform you...,-

...that Marquis Varnelli...,-

...was murdered.

- But you're joking? - No, Lady Marchesa.

- Murdered? - It's true.

But didn't he die of a heart attack?

Oh yes, of course.

- So? - Someone.

Wanted it and paid a woman to...,-

...force him to make love until it killed him.

Fanny Jeanviere was with the Marquis the night he died.

You whore!

Murderer, you killed our brother.

Follow me, Stefano.

Poor Augustus, dead in the arms of a prostitute.

He didn't deserve that.

My reward was good, generous.

Maybe a little excessive.

But no more.

Come on, get in.

But what is the meaning of this?

Remain calm, Counselor. And everything will be fine.

This is an abuse of power.

We stopped him at the central station as he was about to leave for Switzerland.

God, help me.

I protest, these are confidential documents.

They belong to one of my clients.

You didn't tell me you were leaving.

It was a sudden commitment, Lady Marchesa.

Do you know this woman?

No, why should I know her?

I've never seen her in my life.

That's right, yes, your interaction was limited to writing letters to her.

I don't understand, this must be a mistake.

Don't make a mistake, Counselor.

He sold some of the Marquis's property using...,-

...the money to buy shares in a Swiss company.

In these documents lies the motive...,-

...and in his letters her footprints.

I wore gloves, it's impossible.

- Take it. - Come on, let's go.

That's all, Ma'am.

She's coming with me.

Let's go.

I, Commissioner, I don't understand anything about this.

- About what? - About this story.

But it's all clear now.

But it's all clear.

The lawyer and the Marchesa did it for the money.

The lawyer and the Marchesa did it for the money.

Yes, of course.

Yes, of course.

He did everything for his own gain.

He did everything for his own interest.

The case is closed now, we can relax, can't we?

The case is closed now, we can relax, right?

- What's this, an invitation? - Maybe.

Shall we do it at my place or yours?

My place, of course.

Here it is.

On the 30th of September, 1949,

being of sound and full mind,-

the undersigned, Augusto Vernelli...,-

Not a very flattering picture.

before Notary Olivieri, I bequeath

all my estate, to be distributed...,-

...equally, to my wife, my two sisters,

to my daughter Giovanna, and to my nephew Stefano.

That's more like it.

But this isn't right.

Hold on, I'm not finished.

She will be entitled to the inheritance only if she is able to demonstrate...,-

...her moral integrity...,-

...the portion of those lacking...,-

this quality, shall be distributed to the other heirs.

Respectfully, Augusto Vernelli.

That old crook, he wouldn't let me read it.

You're getting old.

Don't be so sure, my dear friend, my dear.

What are you trying to say, that you climbed into bed...,-

...with that lawyer while our brother was still alive?

Stop it.

I apologize, Notary.

And I apologize to you as well.

I am not entitled to the inheritance because I am not Giovanna.

But he just wanted to mock us.

Is this a joke?

But if you are not Giovanna, our granddaughter, then where is she?

Betty, my dear.

This is Giovanna.

She knows nothing of love and is as pure as a lily and it seems to me...,-

...that she makes no other claims on the inheritance.

Maria!

- What do you want? - Where are you going?

Maria!

You lied to me, you liar!

ME?

Wait!

Maria, wait! Don't run!

It's not true, I didn't lie to you.

I want to marry you, I'm telling the truth.

How I love you, I don't do it with anyone else.

No, I want to be a free woman.

I want to sleep with whoever I want.

Maria!

Maria, please wait.

My whole mouth. Yes, my whole mouth.

Let me taste your tongue.

Ah, Boris, come on.

Yes, like that. Now turn around.

Tell me, how does it feel for you to be rich?,-

Good, it gives me confidence.

You'll be able to do anything you want.

Ah, you'll be so generous to Stefano.

It's thanks to him, he's the one who figured it all out.

I will be, don't worry.

Perhaps it's best you go back to Paris to finish your studies.

No coincidence, Betty Blue, I'm taking a very long leave of absence.

Take care of things and look after my stuff.

You can count on me.

What are you doing dressed like that?

I told you, I don't like it if it's not split evenly.

I'll take my leave now.

Giovanna!

Why are you staring at me from over there, darling?

The clause is clear, until the reading of the will.

Betty Bleu - DVDRip 1995 - Italian ✰ Original Subtitles by : Ahmed 1✰ Translated by : zizi_kun Completed