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Nichts für Krimi-Fans: Mr. Ripley im Studio der Schaubühne

Reinhard Wengierek

Eine leere, glatte Visage, schiefes Grinsen, braves Brillchen. Doch dann gibt es da ein Stechen in den Augen dieses faden Rundschädels, da durchzuckt es uns: O Mann!

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