If I could just go back.
If I could rub everything out,
starting with myself.
Starting with borrowing a jacket.
# Oh, such fleeting paradise #
# Such innocent delight #
# To love #
# Be loved #
# A lullaby #
# Then silence ##
- Frances, that was lovely. - I'm so glad. Thank you.
Congratulations.
Marvellous. Most enjoyable.
Herbert Greenleaf. My wife, Emily.
Thank you. Tom Ripley.
- How do you do? - You were at Princeton.
Most likely you'll know our son, Dick. Dickie Greenleaf.
I couldn't help noticing your jacket. - Yes.
Class of '56.
How is Dickie?
We've enjoyed meeting you.
I do hope that you'll come out and see us.
- Thank you. That's very kind. - Both of you.
- Herbert? - Yes, yes. I very much hope so.
Of course, Dickie's idea of music is jazz.
- Oh, dear. - He has a saxophone.
To my ear, jazz is just noise.
Just an insolent noise.
- Very nice to meet you. - And you.
- Sir. - We'll see you at the shipyard.
- I hope to. - Good.
I have to run! I'm very late!
- Ah, you were great! - You were great.
Darling couple, aren't they?
Yes, they are. Exceptional young man.
- Thanks a lot for the jacket. - Thanks for filling in for me.
Take care of that wrist. Bye, Fran.
Believe me. Buy I. B. M. Now, before it splits.
You'll make yourself a fortune.
You think so?
Sorry. Sorry.
Sorry.
You've probably heard Dickie's been living in Italy.
Mongibello. South of Naples.
No kind of place at all.
- Good morning, sir. - Frank.
Marge, his young lady,
is supposedly writing some kind of book.
God only knows what he does.
By all accounts, they spend the whole time on the beach or in a sailboat.
That's my son's talent... spending his allowance.
Could you ever conceive of going to Italy, Tom?
Persuade my son to come home?
I'd pay you...
a thousand dollars.
Well, I have always wanted to go to Europe, sir, but...
Good. Now you can go for a reason.
Count Basie.
Duke Ellington? I don't know.
Dizzy Gillespie.
## My funny Valentine #
My funny Valentine.
# Sweet, funny Valentine ##
I don't even know if this is a man or a woman.
Charlie Parker?
Charlie Parker. I know it. It's Bird.
Yes!
Ugh.
- Here. I'll take it. - Thanks.
That thousand bucks should come in handy.
- Yes, sir. - I'll get that.
- Thank you. - Sir.
You're gonna have a great trip. Mr Greenleaf is personal friends with the Cunard people.
I can tell you, the Greenleaf name opens a lot of doors.
- Do you speak English? - What you name, please?
- Ripley. - Follow me. No problem.
- Here, Signor Ripley. - Okay.
Uh, there. That one.
- This one. - Wait, is that all? Count them.
Attenzione. Just one suitcase, Signor Ripley?
- Si. - Attenzione.
Oh. Customs.
- What's your secret? - Excuse me?
No, it's just that... You "are" American, aren't you?
No, it's just that...
I have so much luggage, and you're so, um, streamlined.
It's, you know, humiliating.
I'm Meredith, by the way.
- Hello, I'm Dickie. - Meredith Randall.
- Um, Dickie Greenleaf. - Hello.
You're not the shipping Greenleafs.
Oh, trying not to be.
Trying to jump ship.
So, uh, did they put your cases in the wrong pile?
It's just that, uh, you were in the "R" stand.
I thought I saw you there.
My father wants me back in New York.
He builds boats. I'd rather sail them.
So I travel under my mother's name.
- Which is... - Emily.
I'm just kidding.
You know, the funny thing is,
I'm not Randall either.
I'm Logue.
- As in... - As in the textile Logues.
Trying to shrug off the dress.
- I travel under my mother's name too. - Randall.
Right.
- So, Rome, Rome, Rome. - Oh.
- We're partners in disguise. Bye. - Bye.
"The fiancée has a face."
Bird.
"This is my face."
So I guess you didn't look at my new chapter.
I will, Marge. I promise.
It's just been too hot.
If I make dinner at my place tonight, maybe you could look at it then.
Dickie Greenleaf?
- Who's that? - It's Tom. Tom Ripley.
Tom Ripley?
- We were at Princeton together. - Okay.
Did we know each other?
Hello. Well, I knew you, so...
I suppose you must have known me.
Princeton's like a fog.
America's like a fog.
This is Marge Sherwood. Tom... Sorry, what is it?
- Ripley. - How do you do?
How do you do, Marge?
- What are you doing in Mongi? - Nothing.
Nothing much.
Just passing through.
- Passing through? - Yeah.
You're so white.
Did you ever see a guy so white, Marge?
Grey, actually.
It's just an undercoat.
- Say again? - You know, a primer.
That's funny.
Margie likes that 'cause she's so white too.
Yes, I do, and you're not funny.
You should come and have lunch with us before you go.
- Yes, Dickie? - Sure, anytime.
Well,
coincidence.
I don't remember him.
That's so funny.
Silvana! Hey!
I've been looking all over for you. Where've you been hiding?
Yeah, today you're looking for me.
- And where have you been the rest of the week? - You're always working.
- Come on. Get on. - With the American girl?
- Hold on to me. - I hate you.
- Huh? - I hate you!
Did you suddenly forget where I lived?
I know. I'm late. I'm a swine.
- It's 4:00. - I just woke up.
- Ohh. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- You just woke up. - Fausto and I took the boat out.
We were fishing, and then it was dawn...
- and we caught absolutely nothing. - Mmm, yes, well,
we ate everything without you.
- We? - Yes.
- Tom Ripley's here. - Who?
- Tom. Hello. - Hi.
- Hello. - How are you? Thought you'd disappeared.
- We were gonna send out a search party. - No.
- No, still here. - Tom was telling me about his journey over.
Made me laugh so hard I almost got a nosebleed.
- Is that good? - Shut up.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm despicable. But I love you.
- Do you love me? Do you love me? - I'm intruding.
Can you mix a martini?
- Sure. - I'll do it.
- Ohh. - I make a fabulous martini.
Everybody should have one talent. What's yours?
Forging signatures,
telling lies, impersonating practically anybody.
That's three. Nobody should have more than one talent.
Okay, do an impression.
- Now? - Yeah.
The only talent my son has...
is for cashing his allowance.
- What? - Oh, I like to sail.
Believe me, I love to sail.
- Instead, I make boats. - Stop!
- Other people sail them. - It's too much!
You're making all the hairs on my neck stand up.
Oh, yes. Jazz. Oh, jazz. Let's face it.
It's just, uh... It's just insolent noise.
I feel like he's here.
- Horrible, like the old bastard's here right now. - Good.
That's brilliant.
Brilliant! How do you know him?
Oh, I met him in New York.
Marge! Marge, this is scary.
You've got to hear this. Meet my father,
Herbert Richard Greenleaf I.
Pleasure to meet you. Dickie's made a fine catch.
- Uncanny! - I know Emily thinks so.
- I don't get it. - It's uncanny.
Could you ever conceive of going to Italy, Tom,
and, uh, bringing him back?
- What? - I'd pay you.
If you would go to Italy,
persuade my son to come home, I'd pay you a thousand dollars.
I'm never going back.
To actually hire somebody to come all the way here...
to drag me back home...
Got to be a little insane, hasn't he?
"Ciao", Fausto.
- This is Tom. - "Ciao", Tom.
- I'm never going back. - No, I think...
Your mother, her illness, I think that's...
It's got nothing to do with my mother.
She's had leukem... This is what makes me boil about him.
He wants me back. He wants me back.
- It's got nothing to do with my mother. - Look, I don't know...
Go back. Go back to New York.
Or call him, if you can find a telephone that works,
and tell him wild horses wouldn't drag me back to him or his shipyard.
- Hi, Tom. - Hi. - Marge!
Tom's saying goodbye.
Oh, I'll come down.
So, uh, did you speak to my father?
Oh, you were right... about the telephones.
- I told you. - There are no lines.
- There's some problem. - That's Italy.
Tom. You're off? What are your plans?
Oh, back, I suppose, as slow as I can. Oh!
This bag!
Hey. You like jazz.
I love jazz.
This is the best.
Baker, Rollins.
Marge says she likes jazz, but she thinks Glenn Miller's jazz.
- I never said that! - Bird.
That's jazz.
Bird? Ask me the name of my sailboat.
I don't know. What's the name of your sailboat?
Look! Look! "Bird"!
Which is ridiculous. Boats are female.
Everyone knows you can't call a boat after a man.
- He's not a man. He's a god. - Okay, we're going to Naples.
There's a club... It's not a club, it's a cellar.
- It's vile. - Yes, it's vile. Don't worry. You don't have to come.
It's great. It's... It's great. You're gonna love it.
How are you?
Oh!
That'd be cool. Bring him up.
Tom Ripley!
Come on! Get on up here!
Yeah!
I'll tell you when to join the chorus.
Come on.
Okay. Together!
I bumped into an old friend from Princeton,
a fellow called Tom Ripley.
He says he's going to haunt me until I agree...
to go back to New York...
with him.
Afternoon.
What time is it?
- Oh, God. - "Go back to New York with him."
- Here... - You always type your letters?
- That should be two T's. - I can't write, and I can't spell.
It's the privilege of a first-class education.
Your room's upstairs at the back.
I think Ermalinda made up the bed. Ermalinda!
- This is so good of you. - Don't say it again.
Now that you're a double agent and we're going to string my dad along,
what if we were to buy a car with your expense money?
- Okay. - Great.
- Hello, Tom. - Hello.
Marge, Marge, what do you think?
Little Cinquecento with my dad's money?
Oh, please, Dickie. You can't even drive a car.
- You can't even drive. - What we need urgently, Tom, is an icebox.
What do you think? Agree with me, and I'll be your friend for life.
- I absolutely agree with Marge. - H'm.
Icebox. Icebox.
So, what, is he gonna move in with you?
It'll just be for a little while. He can be... He makes me laugh.
- Okay, darling. - Promise you'd say?
- No, I like him. - Marge, you like everybody.
Don't like you.
Then I'll go to your place and you can move in with Tom.
I like him.
Marge, you like everybody.
No, I like him.
Marge, you like everybody.
Now you'll find out why Miss Sherwood always shows up for breakfast, Tom.
It's not love. It's my coffee machine.
Ever since Ermalinda showed him how to make his own espresso,
he feels like quite the grown-up.
- I bought the coffee machine. Oh, darling, is that for me?
This is for Tom, because he didn't complain.
That ring is superb.
Oh, Tom, I love you. See?
Ooh! I had to promise, capital "P", never to take it off.
- Otherwise, I'd give it to you. - Isn't it great? I found it in Naples.
I had to bargain for it for about two weeks.
I hope it wasn't cheap, Marge.
Oh, it was.
I have to get a birthday present for Frances, so perhaps you could help me.
- Who's Frances? - My fiancée.
Engaged? You're a dark horse, Ripley.
- Who is she? - Your parents met her.
Oh, God. Oh, I can just imagine.
"If only Dickie would settle down."
"Doesn't every parent deserve a grandchild?"
Oh, God. Never. Never.
I swear on your ring, Marge, I'm never going back.
- Say when to pull. - Pull now. Pull.
It's not pulling. I'm doing it wrong.
- Better now, huh? - Okay, okay, okay.
We'll make a sailor of you yet.
You're doing really well.
- All right. Bar's open. - Yes, please.
- Hey, can we sail to Venice? - Sure. I love Venice.
"See Venice and die." Isn't that right? Or is it Rome?
- Is it Rome? - I have to see Venice.
You do something and die, don't you. Okay. Venice is on the list.
And Rome.
Do you ski?
Ah, no, no. Don't tell me.
You're a lost cause. That's the next thing to deal with.
Christmas, we're planning a skiing trip to Cortina.
- Excellent skiing. Excellent. Marge. Margie. - Yes?
Unbelievable. Tom can't ski either.
- We'll have to teach him that too. - Thank you.
Such little class, Marge. Does this guy know anything?
Good thing we're not getting married soon.
We'd have to invite Tom on our honeymoon.
Oh, I hated New York. That whole Park Avenue crowd.
So I fled to Paris to work on my book.
And I was always going to this cafe in Montmartre...
with Jean-Jacques.
And Dickie would play "My Funny Valentine".
It was only later that I found out he only knows about six songs.
Anyway, I looked forward to seeing him, I suppose.
Hey, hey, Signor Greenleaf!
You're not at my place by 7:00, Tom and I are running off together.
- Okay, fine. - Oh, Dickie!
Oh, hold on. Hold on.
## Silvana, Silvana #
# You make me smile #
I need to talk to you.
- You're breaking my ribs! - What?
You're breaking my ribs!
# But don't #
# Change a hair for me #
# Not if you care #
# For me #
# Stay, little Valentine #
# Stay #
# Each day #
# Is Valentine's Day ##
Ohh!
I could fuck this icebox, I love it so much.
So, what did you actually do in New York?
Played piano in a few places. I told you.
Well, that's one job. You told me a lot of jobs.
Few places. That's a few jobs.
The mysterious Mr Ripley.
Marge and I spent hours speculating.
Anyway, I don't even want to think about New York.
Are you ready?
- Cold beer. Thank you, Dad. - Okay.
Copy out from here.
- You bring this with you to Europe? - You gonna write something?
I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes.
Ermalinda says you wash out the same shirt every night. Is that true?
No. I have more than one shirt.
She can do that for you.
Anyway, just wear some of my stuff.
Wear anything you want. Most of it's ancient.
Now your signature.
Not Dickie. Your signature.
Without the glasses, you're not even ugly.
I don't need them because I never read.
- How do I look? - Like Clark Kent.
- Now Superman. - Superman.
- Okay. - I know.
It's like a kid's. See this, the "S" and the "T"? Fine, vulnerable.
That's pain. That's secret pain.
Well, that must be a very deep secret, 'cause I don't know about it.
H'm. There's nothing more naked than your handwriting.
See how nothing's quite touching the line?
- That's vanity. - Well, we certainly know that's true.
Do you have any brothers?
No.
No brothers, no sisters.
Me neither.
Nor does Marge.
All only children.
What does that mean?
Means we've never shared a bath.
And I'm cold. Can I get in?
No.
I didn't mean with you in it.
Okay.
Get in. I'm like a prune anyway.
It is me. It's an old picture.
Every time! "Is it you? It doesn't look like you."
God!
Letters... Greenleaf and for Ripley.
Ooh. Fran. "I miss you. When are you coming home?"
"Stop telling me what an incredible time you're having."
- How much you love Dickie. - Whoo!
"And Marge and Mongibello."
And this one, I think, is from your father.
- Let me see it. What does he say? - He's getting impatient.
He wants me to reassure him that you're going to be home by Thanksgiving.
You've got to get a new jacket. Really.
You must be sick of wearing the same clothes.
I can't. I can't keep spending your father's money.
I love how responsible you are.
My dad should make you chief accountant or something.
Or when I take over, which is never, I will.
Okay. When you take over, which is never, I'll accept.
Let me buy you a jacket. When we get to Rome, there's a great place...
- Battistoni. - Battistoni.
## Roma, we're taking Tom to Roma #
# We're going to a-Roma ##
Buon giorno. Nice sweater.
Where do we get a "carrozza" for the Forum?
- Can we just hire any of them? - Relax.
Relax!
It's just there's so much to do in a single day.
The most important question is where to eat. I hope Freddie made a reservation.
Freddie?
Freddie. Freddie Miles.
Freddie's organizing the Cortina skiing trip.
Oh.
Oh, here he is.
- Frederico! - Come stai?
Oh, God, don't you want to fuck every woman you see just once?
- Only once? - Absolutely. Once. "Ciao".
- Tom Ripley, Freddie Miles. - Tom.
I mean, hey, if I'm late, think what her husband's saying.
- You look gorgeous. - As always.
So, "mangiare".
"Si". I got us a table outside at Fabrizio's. Tommy.
Outstanding. I tell you,
- I'm so cabin-crazy with Mongi. - I know. I was there.
Look, Tom, we got to go to a club and meet some friends of Freddie's.
The best thing is, if you want to be a tourist, grab a cab now,
and I'll meet you at the railway station.
What club?
Freddie's arranged it with some of the skiing crowd.
Come if you want, but I thought you wanted to go sightseeing.
I do, and then maybe get the jacket and what have you.
Dick! You gotta hear this.
Listen, just take one of mine when we get back.
Don't worry about it.
Come on!
Ciao. Have fun, okay?
You said to make sure you didn't miss the train. Leaves at 8:00.
Have a good time.
See ya, Tommy.
## If I meant anything to her #
# I'd be brave, and here's the song I'd bring to her #
# I'd sing to her #
# May I be the only one #
# To say I #
# Really fell in love the day I #
# First set eyes on you #
- # May I ## - What are you doing?
Oh. I was just amusing myself.
- Sorry. - I wish you'd get out of my clothes.
- Do you have my shoes on too? - You said I could pick out a jacket, so...
Could you get undressed in your own room?
Thought you missed the train.
Freddie drove me back in his car.
- Is Freddie here? - He's downstairs.
I was just fooling around.
Don't say anything. I was just fooling around.
Sorry.
God. A corduroy jacket in Italy.
- Good morning, Tom. - Morning.
Come join us.
Hey. I want this job of yours, Tommy.
I was just saying, you live in Italy,
you stay at Dickie's house, you eat Dickie's food,
you wear his clothes, and his father picks up the tab.
If you get bored,
you let me know, 'cause I'll do it.
- I'll do it. - To the mainland!
You really should go in. It's marvellous.
I'm fine.
Are you okay?
Sure.
The thing with Dickie...
It's like the sun shines on you, and it's glorious.
And then he forgets you and it's very, very cold.
So I'm learning.
When you have his attention, you feel like you're the only person in the world.
That's why everybody loves him.
It's always the same. Whenever someone new comes into his life...
Freddie, Fausto, Peter Smith-Kingsley.
He's wonderful. Have you met him?
Especially you.
And that's just the boys.
Come get him! Come get him!
Tell me, why is it that when men play,
they always play at killing each other?
He's drowning me! He's drowning me!
- I'm sorry about Cortina, by the way. - What about Cortina?
Didn't... Didn't-Didn't Dick say?
He spoke to Freddie, and...
and apparently it's not going to work out.
It's because everyone else can ski,
and it affects where you stay, and...
Come on, Freddie.
At least stick around for the Festival of the Madonna.
- The whole town comes out... - I don't think so.
I have my own, uh, Madonna back in Rome. Why don't you come back with me?
A lot of ladies. Ooh.
- Oh, God. - You want to take over?
Yeah, sure.
Just point her at Capri. Avoid the rocks.
Where are you going?
Marge maintenance.
Aye-aye.
Don't.
Dickie...
Tommy. How's the peeping?
Tommy, how's the peeping?
Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Is someone getting an ambulance?
What's the fight about? That's her fiancé, isn't it?
I don't know. Why are you asking me?
- Are they blaming him? - How can it take an hour to find an ambulance?
She was already dead, darling, wasn't she? So I suppose...
I don't know why people say this country is civilized.
- Dickie! - It isn't. It's fucking primitive.
I'll go see what's the matter.
I'll go.
I know why you're upset.
I know about Silvana, Dickie.
I know about you and Silvana.
What about us?
You don't have to clean up! Really!
- Like what? - Forget it.
She was pregnant. Did you know that?
Silvana was pregnant.
Do you know what that means in a place like this?
I'm prepared to take the blame.
- What are you talking about? - You've been so good to me.
You're the brother I never had. I'm the brother you never had.
I would do anything for you, Dickie.
She came to me for help.
She needed money.
I didn't help her. I didn't help her.
Now she's drowned herself, and it's my fault.
I'm not going to say anything...
to Marge, to the police or anybody.
It's a secret between us, Dickie.
And I'll keep it.
"Dear Tom. In view of the fact Dickie shows...
no more signs of coming home than before you went..." blah, blah, blah...
Um...
"I hope that the trip has afforded you some pleasure...
despite the failure of its main objective."
"You no longer should consider yourself obligated to us in any way."
Can't blame him.
You could hardly expect this to go on forever, Tom.
Well, you can write again.
- Especially now we're brothers. - I can't.
How can I, in all decency?
You said it yourself. It's my dad's money you're spending.
We've had a great run though, haven't we?
Well, we'll still go to Venice. We could stick to that plan.
I don't think so, Tom.
You can't pay your own way, can you?
It's time we all moved on.
I'm sick of Mongi. Especially now, with everything...
I really want to move to the north.
I need to check out San Remo next week.
Find somewhere new to keep the boat.
It would be great, though, if you came with me to San Remo.
There's a great jazz festival. We could say goodbye in style.
What do you think?
Our last trip!
Sure.
Why do you do that thing with your neck?
What thing?
On trains, you always do that thing.
Spooky.
Spook... k-k... k- k... k-k...
Spooky.
Oh!
Didn't I tell you San Remo was crazy?
This is more like it! Come on!
Grazie.
To Mongibello and the happiest days of my life.
To Mongi. You're cheerful tonight.
I'm suddenly quite happy to be going back.
Did I know you at Princeton, Tom?
I don't think I did, did I?
- Why are you asking all of a sudden? - No reason.
Because you're leaving, I guess. I don't think you were there.
- Why? - I mean it as a compliment.
You've got such great taste.
Most of the thugs at Princeton had tasted everything and had no taste.
I used to say, "the cream of America: Rich and thick".
Freddie's the perfect example.
Then I'll take it as a compliment.
I knew it! I knew it.
Marge and I had a bet.
Do you even like jazz,
or was that for my benefit?
- I've gotten to like it. - Oh, yes!
I've gotten to like everything about the way you live.
It's one big love affair.
If you knew my life back home in New York...
I'm thinkin' of givin' up the sax.
What do you think about the drums?
- What? - So cool.
I'm gonna rent a boat tomorrow, take a look around.
This is how I found my place in Mongi.
Took a boat out...
around the bay,
first thing I liked,
I got it.
- Whoa! - Come on, Dickie. Don't go crazy.
- Dickie. Slow down! - Hold on.
Wait a minute! It's gonna tip! Oh, God!
Stop it! Somebody! Somebody! Stop it!
Oh, I love it here!
I love it here! I'm gonna move here!
Beautiful.
I want to tell you my plan.
- So tell me. - Well, I thought...
I'd come back in the new year under my own steam.
- Really? To Italy? - Of course.
And I figured, just for argument's sake,
say I got a place.
Or say we split the rent on a house,
I could get a job, or, better still,
if I got a place in Rome, and then when we're there,
we could be there, and when we're here, we could be here.
- I don't think so. - See, particularly with the Marge problem.
You just blame me.
- Marge and I are getting married. - How?
- Yesterday, you were ogling girls on the terrace.
Today you're getting married? That's absurd.
- I love Marge. - You love me. You're not marrying me.
- Tom, I don't love you. - No, I don't mean that as a threat.
To be honest, I'm-I'm a little relieved you're going.
I think we've seen enough of each other for a while.
- What? - You can be a leech!
You know that!
And... it's boring.
You can be quite boring.
The funny thing is, I'm not pretending...
to be somebody else, and you are.
- Boring. - I've been absolutely honest with you...
- about my feelings. - Boring.
But you... First of all, I know there's something.
That evening, when we played chess, for instance, it was obvious.
- What evening? - Oh, sure. No, no. It's too dangerous for you to take on.
Oh, no, no. We're brothers.
Hey. And then you do this sordid thing with Marge... fucking her...
on the boat, while we all have to listen,
which was excruciating.
And you follow your cock around like a... And now you're getting married.
No, I'm bewildered. Forgive me.
You're lying to Marge and then you're getting married to her.
You're knocking up Silvana. You're ruining everybody... You want to play the sax.
You want to play the drums. Which is it, Dickie? What are you actually...
Who are you? Huh? Some third-class mooch? Who are you?
Who are you to say anything to me?
Who are you to tell me anything?
Actually, I really, really do not want to be on this boat with you.
- I can't move without you moving. - Shut up.
- It gives me the creeps. You give me the creeps.
- You shut up. - I can't move without "Dickie, Dickie, Dickie,"
like a little girl all the time.
Shut up!
Oh, God, Dickie.
- God's sake. - Oh... Oh God!
Okay. Okay.
We have to get you... Okay...
I'm gonna kill you! Kill you!
You're dead!
Stop! Stop! Please! Please!
Stop it! Stop!
- Dickie, let go! - I'll kill you!
Stop! Stop! Stop!
Hi. Can I have my key, please?
Of course.
You must be very cold. Uh, Signor Greenleaf, yes?
No. I'm...
Hello, Marge.
Tom!
You startled me!
- Sorry. How are you? - You're back!
- Your book going well? - Yes.
I'm on a good streak, thank you.
I was just... looking at you. So quiet.
Where's Dickie?
I think he's planning on staying in Rome for a few days.
Rome? Ahh. Did he say why?
I don't understand Dickie. Your guess is as good as mine.
What does that mean?
Oh, one day I'm invited skiing, the next day I'm not.
One day, we're one family, then the next day he wants to be alone.
- You tell me. - Is that what he said? He wants to be alone?
He was thinking of you. He asked me to deliver this.
Thank you.
He knows I love this.
- But why it couldn't have waited. I... - Errand number one:
Deliver Marge's perfume.
Errand number two:
Pack some clothes and his precious saxophone.
How long is he staying for?
Search me. I guess we're abandoned.
Goddam it!
Are you okay?
There was a letter from Dickie in with my perfume.
You realize it's more than just a few days.
He's thinking of moving to Rome.
The thing is,
the night before he left, we...
we talked about moving together...
somewhere north, and I suppose I...
put some pressure on him about getting married.
I just...
I just might have scared him off.
There's a side to him...
when our heads are on the pillow...
I know no one else sees that's so tender.
I think I should come with you to Rome and confront him.