I know no one else sees that's so tender.
I think I should come with you to Rome and confront him.
He hates being confronted.
I think you're right.
Grazie. Checking in.
- Signor Ripley ? - It's me.
Signor Greenleaf.
Of course. Welcome back.
Thank you.
[ Woman ] Pronto ?
Yes, I'd like to telephone the Hotel Goldoni.
- Si, signor. - I want to speak to Thomas Ripley.
- Ripley ? Subito. - Yes. Grazie.
- [ Phone Buzzes ] - Pronto.
Signor Greenleaf, Signor Ripley's not there.
- He's not there ? - No, signor.
Well, I would like to leave a message.
- He's not there ? I'll leave a message. - No, signor.
- Got your call. - Got your call.
- Dinner tonight... - Dinner tonight...
- sounds fine. - Sounds fine.
- Ripley. Ripley. - Ripley.
- Dickie Greenleaf. - [ Woman ] Dickie Greenleaf.
- Yes. Greenleaf. - Greenleaf.
At the Grand.
[ Tom ] And I'd like to have this wallet embossed.
I don't know the word in Italian.
Embossed. Of course, Signor Greenleaf.
Thank you.
Dickie ! It's--
- Oh, my gosh. - Meredith.
- Ciao ! - Ciao. Come in. Come in.
But you're going skiing with those Yankees, aren't you ?
- What ? - At Christmas. To Cortina.
- With Freddie Miles. - How did you know that ?
Oh ! Everybody knows Freddie Miles.
Is Freddie in Rome ?
- Now ? - Yeah.
Oh, I don't think so.
But l-- But I've met him, of course, and we've chatted.
And I know about you...
and Marge in Mongi.
What an unreliable rat you are.
Well, Freddie said you were a rat.
And I thought to myself,
" Ah, now I know why he travels under 'R.'"
I've left Marge, Meredith.
And Mongi.
- So the rat's here in Rome. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Oh, don't be sorry, no. I've never been happier.
L-- I feel like I've been handed a new life.
The truth is that if you've had money your entire life,
either you despise it, which we do-- agreed ?
You're only truly comfortable around other people...
who have it and despise it.
I know.
I've never admitted that to anyone.
[ Chattering In Italian ]
[ Meredith ] Because my friend Mr. Greenleaf, Signor Greenleaf and I,
are on a little spending spree.
- [ Man ] I see. - We're behaving very badly.
Oh, I love Italian money. So dark. Doesn't make you feel guilty.
- Gr-r-razie. - Thank you.
I don't want too many large bills. No one will change them.
Tutto bene, Signor Greenleaf.
[ Counting In Italian ]
[ Italian ]
- I really like this too. - I think I'm having that too.
[ Italian ]
- Tomorrow. - [ Italian ]
- Arrivederci. - Arrivederci. Oops !
- Ciao. - Ciao.
I know you're a jazz fiend, but do you absolutely hate the opera ?
I've-- I've...
been trying to give my tickets away.
It's tomorrow. But if you were prepared to be dragged--
You could drag me.
## [ Opera: Italian ]
[ Shot Fires ]
[ Body Thuds ]
[ Audience Applauding ]
Feodor Chaliapin. It's the whole Russian baritone.
Thank you so much for inviting me tonight.
Can you bear it ? We hear you are a friend of Freddie's.
He has "I hate opera" tattooed on his chest.
There's room for a whole libretto on Freddie's chest.
I'm sure we've met before.
I was sure we'd met before. Weren't you, Ted ?
Dick is Herbert Greenleaf's boy.
- I know. - Yes, I think we have.
One minute you people are children, and the next you're getting tattooed.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
Cheers.
- Excuse me. - Prego.
Oh ! Excuse me.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Tom ! - Marge !
How are you ? What are you doing in Rome ?
- Is he here ? Are you with Dickie ? - No. Um, no.
Um, hello. Um, I'm Tom Ripley.
Peter Smith-Kingsley. I've heard all about you from Marge and Dickie.
- Ditto. - No-No glasses.
So, where are you hiding him ? He's impossible, isn't he ?
Is he really not here ?
Marge, you know Dickie has "I hate opera" tattooed on his chest.
- I thought you were going to Venice. - Yes, what happened with that ?
I heard you were desperate to come.
I was rather looking forward to rowing you around.
- [ Bell Ringing ] - I am. I really am.
I've been travelling, and I just can't seem to get that far north.
Well, you should hurry, before we sink.
Look, let me give you the telephone number.
There. Oh, look. There's Meredith.
Meredith. What's her name, Marge ? The textile people.
Um, come on. Some of us spent Christmas at her house.
I don't know her.
He hasn't called. He's hardly written.
Just these cryptic notes, you know ?
- You don't just dump people. - [ Bell Rings ]
Look, will we see you later, or are you with people ?
- Uh, I can't later. - Well, how about tomorrow ?
Yes, uh, maybe in the morning ?
Do you know Cafe Dinelli at the Piazza di Spagna ?
- I know the Piazza. What time ? - 10:30 ?
- We'll be there. - Okay.
So I'll see you in the morning, Marge ?
10.:30 ? Very nice to meet you.
[ Peter ] And you.
Come on.
Let's go back in.
I don't understand why Tom's still in Rome.
- [ Whispering ] Let's go. - I thought you were enjoying yourself.
Let's take a carrozza and look at the moon.
Are you crazy ? It's freezing out there.
Come on. I need to talk to you. Just the two of us.
[ Meredith ] Okay.
[ Meredith ] Don't worry, please.
Don't worry.
You're such a pal to understand. L--
It's like Marge is here right now. I look at you,
and I see her face.
And I can't-- No matter what I'm feeling towards you--
No. I absolutely... understand. Of c--
Otherwise, you'd be fighting me off.
Beating you away.
But will you meet me tomorrow ?
Just to say good-bye properly, you know, in the daylight,
so it's not just this.
Of course. Meredith, I'm sorry. Of course I'll meet you.
You should always save pain for daylight.
Why don't we have coffee in the morning at Dinelli's ?
Uh, by the Spanish Steps.
Exactly. 10:30 ?
- 10:15. - Okay.
Okay.
[ Bell Tolling ]
[ Tolling Continues ]
[ Italian ]
[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
- [ Peter ] Grazie. - Peter ?
Hello. It's Meredith Logue.
[ Peter ] Of course it is. Meredith, hello. Sorry.
- I was half asleep. How are you ? - How are you ?
This is Marge Sherwood. Meredith Logue.
How do you do ?
Do join us, won't you ? We’re just waiting for a friend.
L-- I won't, actually. I think there's--
- Did we see you at the opera last night ? - Uh--
Are you waiting for Dickie ?
Dickie ? Do you-- Do you-- Do you know Dickie ?
You were at the opera. Oh, that explains-- Yes, I was there.
I was there with Dickie.
[ Exhales ] I knew it.
I told you.
Marge, I don't know you, so I've got no right to--
Dickie loves you. He's-- Well--
I think you'll find he's on his way home to you.
[ Sighs ] Well, how-how-how would you know that ?
He... told me everything.
No, I was supposed to meet him 15 minutes ago, so, uh,
I'm gonna go now, I think.
God, unless he meant us to meet.
That'd be a little cruel, wouldn't it ?
No, no, we're meeting another friend.
- Tom Ripley. - Do you know Tom Ripley ?
No, no. I've heard about him, of course, but I didn't meet him, no.
- [ Italian ] - Not for me. No, grazie.
Hope I didn't complicate matters.
God, nothing, nothing... untoward happened.
No, there is nothing to prevent you from welcoming him back,
from marrying him.
Good-bye. I'm happy to put a face to a name.
Good-bye, Peter. Please, don't get up.
[ Marge ] Now I don't know what to think. Do you think he's coming back ?
Sorry. Sorry. Had to renew my papers.
Never one stamp when they can make you line up for three.
- Have you been waiting long ? - Not at all.
- Morning, Tom. - Hi. Sorry.
You okay ? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Dickie was at the opera last night.
I don't believe that. Uh-- Wild horses couldn't drag Dickie--
[ Laughs ] Well, he was there with someone, you know,
so I suppose she must have dragged him.
It's not fair.
I think I'm going back to Mongi. I think Dickie's coming home.
Really ? L-- Well, that's just swell.
No, you know, you're way ahead of me. Great.
That was rather moving when I heard-- I'm sorry.
Meredith is the American girl I saw at the opera last night.
- She's been seeing something of Dickie. - Oh, my God.
But the point is, Dickie-- and we all know this.
Dickie loves Marge. And he misses her.
I feel guilty. Marge doesn't understand this,
but whenever Dickie does something, I feel guilty.
[ Chuckles ] As if that makes sense.
[ Italian ]
## [ Choir Singing In Italian ]
## [ Ends ]
[ Knocking At Door ]
- [ Knocking ] -## [ Piano.: Stops ]
[ Freddie ] Dickie.
- [ Knocking ] - Dickie, come on. It's me.
It's Freddie. Let me in.
Dickie.
Hello, Freddie. It's Tom.
Um, where's Dickie ?
How are you ?
I'm good. Uh, yes, thank you. He's gone. He went to dinner.
- He's at Otello's. You know Otello's ? - No, no, no.
L-I don't think he's at dinner at 6:30 P.M.
If you said he was still at lunch, maybe I'd believe you.
You know ? [ Laughs ] Incredible.
I mean, the guy just, you know, disappeared off the face of the earth.
I guess.
The landlady, as far as I could tell--
The landlady said he was here right now.
Search the place.
L-I just don't-- I don't know why you'd imagine that Dickie would hide from you.
Because he's been hiding from me.
- What happened at Christmas ? - What about Christmas ?
He was supposed to come skiing. I didn't get a cable...
or a call or a little note or a--
- [ Grunts ] - Frankly, a fart.
Well, he's been very involved with his music.
Um, I think his theory... is...
that you have to go into a cocoon, uh, before you can be a butterfly.
Which is horseshit. [ Mutters ]
You hear him play this thing ? Well, he can't.
How did you find him ?
It's such an out-of-the-way apartment. Can I fix you a drink ?
No, thanks. At the American Express.
[ Strikes Random Keys ]
Some kid. [ Strikes Keys ]
Are you living here ?
No, no. I'm staying here for a few days.
- But-- - [ Strikes Keys ]
It's a new piano. Probably shouldn't--
[ Striking Keys ]
- Probably shouldn't-- - [ Strikes Keys ]
Did this place come furnished ?
It doesn't look like Dickie's, uh--
It's really horrible, isn't it ?
It's so, uh, bourgeois.
Oh, that's a, uh-- You should-- Watch that.
Excuse-- Excuse me.
In fact, the only thing that looks like Dickie... is you.
- Hardly. - Hmm.
Have you done something to your hair ?
Is there something you'd like to say, Freddie ?
- What ? - You have something you'd like to say ?
I think I'm saying it.
Something's going on.
Either he's converted to Christianity,
or there's something else.
Well, I would suggest you ask Dickie that yourself.
Otello's is on della Croce just off the Corso.
Is it on della Croce just off the Corso ?
Sure. You're a quick study, aren't you ?
Last time you didn't know you ass from your elbow.
Now you're giving me directions.
That's not fair. You probably do know your ass from your elbow.
I'll see you.
[ Door Opens, Closes ]
[ Italian ]
[ Freddie ] No Dickie Greenleaf. Thomas Ripley.
Si. [ Italian ]
Ciao, Dickie.
Dickie doesn't play the piano.
[ Freddie ] Tommy.
Tommy!
[ Freddie Groaning ]
[ Tom Grunting ]
[ Man And Woman Chattering ]
Oh ! [ Laughs ] You're making me laugh.
No. You're just so drunk. Oh. You're just--
What can you do, eh ? You should see my other friends.
- What can you do ? - [ Italian ]
Yes. Such a pig.
- [ Laughs ] - [ Italian ]
[ Imitating Freddie ] Hey, if I'm drunk, think what her husband's saying.
- La polizia. - Dickie Greenleaf?
- Yes. - Inspector Roverini.
- Can we come in ? - Please.
It's a terrible shock, huh ?
W-What time did Signor Miles leave yesterday ?
Oh, um, I can't be certain exactly. L--
8:00, 9:00.
[ Italian ]
We'd both taken on, uh, far too many drinks.
But it was dark. It was certainly dark when l-- when I walked him to his car.
So he drove away, and, uh, you did what ?
- I went to bed. - [ Italian ]
Freddie's a big man, but I'm in trouble after a couple of drinks.
I've been suffering all--
Who found him ?
[ Italian ] You understand, I must ask you...
to stay in Rome, Signor Greenleaf.
Yes, if it's gonna help, certainly.
So, the doctor, he has to make the, um--
- [ Italian ] - [ Italian ]
- Post-mortem. - Yeah, exactly.
But, you know, his first conclusion...
was that Signor Miles was killed not later than 7:00 yesterday evening.
Well, he certainly wasn't dead when he drove away in his car.
No.
[ Chattering ]
[ Italian ]
It's okay.
- Okay ? - Si, si.
- Did he kill Freddie ? - Marge. When did you get here ?
Tell me the truth. Did he kill Freddie ?
I'd swear he didn't. Of course he didn't.
I tried again. Waiting here, watching for him.
Instead, it's you. Whenever I look for Dickie, I find you.
What happened to your face ?
Dickie-- Dickie did it.
- Dickie ? - My face. There was an argument.
L-- I said some things I shouldn't have said and l--
About you. About the appalling way he's treating you, all of us.
And the next thing I know, he's launched himself at me.
- Are you getting on ? - What ?
Get on. I'll take you to him.
[ Italian ]
[ Engine Stops ]
- Where does he live ? - We passed it a few blocks back.
It's where the police were. The Palazzo Gioia.
Look, they don't even know I'm in Rome, and I'm not gonna incriminate Dickie.
Well, perhaps I shouldn't go either.
No. Well, go if you want to, but just don't talk to the police about my face.
If they know he hit me and his temper, then he could've hit Freddie.
I'll catch up with you later.
[ Engine Starts ]
[ Italian ] Signor Greenleaf !
It's Signor Greenleaf ! Presto, presto !
[ Shouting In Italian ]
Open the door !
Open up !
- [ Italian ] - I live here !
Mr. Greenleaf !
Can we go up ? Do you mind ?
Of course. What happened to your face ?
My scooter. I fell off getting chased by photographers.
The telephone, the press, I've been-- I'm feeling hounded.
Do you think you could not give out my address ?
Never. We've had many requests, and we say no, even to your fiancee.
I really don't want to see anybody.
- Even your fiancee ? - Even her.
[ Man Speaking Italian ]
- What about Thomas Ripley ? - What about Tom Ripley ?
You and Signor Ripley went to San Remo. Is that right ?
Yes, we-- We went to San Remo. That was months ago.
November, I thought. Was it ?
- Did you speak to Tom ? - November 7 is my information.
I don't remember the exact date.
- When did you last see Signor Ripley ? - A few days ago.
- Does he stay with you here ? - No.
No.
Here is a pattern. Two days ago,
Freddie Miles is dead, hmm ?
He leaves your apartment,
and he's murdered.
Yesterday, a little boat is found in San Remo full of rocks.
And the owner tells the police it was stolen on November 7.
We look at hotel records...
and we see...
Dickie Greenleaf is staying in San Remo.
And then our boatman remembers two Americans taking a boat.
That is not a pattern. That's a coincidence.
There must be 50 hotels in San Remo.
There were probably a hundred people renting a boat that day.
Thirty-one people.
Thirty-one, yeah.
[ Italian ]
- Marge Sherwood. - That is Miss Sherwood now.
Let her in.
What's the difference ? Let her in.
No ! Actually-- Actually, no.
I would-- I would really appreciate it...
if you would ask Miss Sherwood to come back later.
[ Italian ]
Thank you.
May I ask you--
Why would you speak to your friend and not your fiancee ?
Well, l-- I think I just said.
Um, Mr. Ripley was handling some business for me.
Nor does Mr. Ripley want to marry me...
and ask me every single day if I'll marry him and when.
Do you keep a photograph of Signor Ripley ?
I'm not in the habit of carrying around photographs of my male friends.
Now I think I've upset you.
Sorry. My English, perhaps, is coarse.
It is a little coarse, yes.
I'm sorry.
But you-- No one has seen Signor Ripley since San Remo.
- I have. - You have, yes.
And so has Miss Sherwood. Ask her. And, um,
if I can remember the name of the hotel he was staying at--
Um, the Goldoni. Tom was staying at the Goldoni.
Goldoni. The Goldoni. Good, good, but--
Yes, you are right.
You are right. A coincidence.
[ Siren Wailing, Distant ]
[ Sighing ] I look forward to our next meeting.
Hmm ? When I will be more careful with my English.
[ Roverini ] Ah. I have a witness who thinks they saw two men...
getting into Mr. Miles’ car.
And she wants to identify you in a confronto.
Line-up. Tomorrow, then ?
Uh, tomorrow.
[ Chuckles ]
- Buon giorno, Miss Sherwood. - Buon giorno.
He's in, but I really don't think he wants to meet anybody.
[ Knocking ]
Dick ?
Dickie ?
I know you can hear me.
[ Sighing ]
I was gonna say that I would count to three, and if you didn't open the door--
But I won't count anymore.
On you.
I won't count on you anymore.
Whatever it is you've done or haven't done,
you've broken my heart.
That's one thing I know you're guilty of.
And I don't know why. [ Sobbing ]
I don't know why. I just don't know why.
[ Footsteps Receding ]
[ Typewriter Keys Clattering ]
[ Thunder Rumbling ]
[ Tom's Voice ] My dear Tom.
I'm getting out of this.
Freddie's death. Silvana.
I've thought about going to the police, but I can't do it.
I can't face it.
I can't face anything anymore.
I wish I could give you the life I took for granted.
[ Typewriter Bell Dings, Clattering Continues ]
You've always understood what's at the heart of me, Tom.
Marge never could.
I suppose that's why I'm writing this to you,
the brother I never had.
The only true friend I ever had.
In all kinds of ways,
you're much more like the son my father wanted.
I realize you can change the people,
change the scenery,
but you can't change your own rotten self.
Now I can't think what to do or where to go.
I'm haunted by everything I've done and can't undo.
I'm sorry.
I've made a mess of being Dickie Greenleaf, haven't I ?
Tom !
I'll see you over there !
[ Bell Tolling ]
I'm so sorry to put you through this, Peter.
I just can't face going to the police by myself when my Italian's so rotten.
Don't be so daft. It's fine.
I'm delighted you finally made it to Venice.
I'm delighted, contrary to rumor, that you're still in one piece.
- What rumor ? - Oh, you know.
That Dickie murdered you and is travelling under your passport.
I know. It's ridiculous.
[ Man Shouting In Italian ]
[ Shouting Continues ]
[ Phone Ringing ]
Welcome to Venice.
God, this place reeks, doesn't it ? Can you smell it ?
Anyway, I've got to the bottom of the delay, finally.
We're waiting for someone from Rome.
What do you mean ? They've sent for someone from Rome ?
- Well, yes. That's good, isn't it ? - No, I thought...
that didn't happen in Italy, that each region is separate.
I was sure that-- I've read that--
You've read the papers. You know what a big deal it's been.
- American tourist murdered. - Actually, can we not do this now ?
- The stench really is-- - [ Man Speaking Italian ]
[ Italian ]
[ Continues In Italian ]
He's taken over the case, 'cause they're annoyed that the previous chap...
let Dickie disappear when he was, um,
the only suspect in Freddie's murder.
[ Italian ]
In Rome, about three weeks ago.
I knew that one.
Um-- [ Italian ]
Are you a homosexual ? Interesting non sequitur.
No.
- No. - Oh.
By the way, um, officially there are no Italian homosexuals.
Makes Michelangelo and Leonardo very inconvenient.
Eh ?
Tell him... I have a fiancee.
And Dickie has a fiancee.
And that Freddie Miles probably had a string of them.
[ Italian ]
Mamma mia. [ Italian ]
- [ Inspector Laughing ] - [ Chuckling ]
- What did he say ? - He says " so many fiancees."
[ Italian ]
He's asking... if you killed Freddie Miles...
and then killed Dickie Greenleaf.
No ! No, I did not kill Freddie Miles and then kill Dickie Greenleaf.
Is he accusing me ? Ask him if he's accusing me.
The way it works here, it's better to be less volatile.
- But it's absurd! - [ Italian ]
[ Italian ]
They found this in Dickie's place in Rome.
- You opened this ? - Of course.
It's a suicide note.
You asked me all these questions and you already read this suicide note ?
I don't believe that letter. Do you ?
Dickie's letter. Do you believe it ?
I don't know what to believe.
Can you imagine, though, if he did kill Freddie, what that must be like ?
Just to wake up every morning. I mean, how can you ?
Just wake up and be a person ? Drink your coffee.
Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful,
it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head.
You never meet anybody who thinks they're a bad person.
No, I know, but you're still tormented. You must be. You've killed someone.
Don't you just take the past and put it in a room in the basement,
and lock the door and never go in there ?
- That's what I do. - God, yes.
But, of course, in my case, it's probably a whole building.
- ## [ Piano: Stops ] - And then you meet someone special,
and all you want to do is toss them the key.
Say " Open up. Step inside."
But you can't...
- ## [ Resumes ] - Because it's dark...
and there are demons.
And if anybody saw how ugly it is--
Now that's the music talking.
It's harder to be bleak if you're playing "Knees Up, Mother Brown."
I keep wanting to do that.
Fling... the door open.
## [ Resumes ]
Just let the light in, clean everything out.
If I could take a giant eraser and rub out everything,
starting with myself--
The thing is, Peter, if--
- Hmm ? - If--
If--
No key, huh ?
## [ Boy Singing In Latin ]
## [ Continues ]
- Marge. - Peter.
- So good to see you. - Hello, Marge.
Tom.
- I see you found Peter. - I think we sort of found each other.
- Where's Dickie's father ? - He's not coming till the morning.
Evidently his stomach. I don't think the food here is agreeing with him.
Oh, I was looking forward to seeing him.
Dickie hasn't killed himself. I'm sure of that.
There's a private detective on the case now.
A Mr. MacCarron Dickie's father's employed.
- That's a terrific idea. - He's American.
He's already discovered that Dickie cashed checks for $ 1,000...
the day before he disappeared.
[ Man ] Signora.
Is that what you do before you jump into the Tiber ?
I don't think so.
- Is this you ? - No, it's Tom's.
Splendid, eh ?
Golly. Who's paying for this ?
Peter found it for me.
I can afford it because it's damp and... falling down.
- Tom's transformed it. - This is spectacular.
That's why Tom wanted you to stay.
It's better than trying to squeeze into my room.
And I know how you hate hotels.
A hotel would have been fine.
We'll have to tell Mr. Greenleaf how far his dollar stretched.
- [ Chuckles ] - What's funny ?
I was just thinking about when Tom first came to Mongibello.
- And look at you now. - Look at me what ?
To the manor born.
[ Bell Tolling ]
##
[ Tom ] Mr. Greenleaf?
## [ Continues ]
Mr. Greenleaf?
Tom. How are you ? You look well.
- Thank you, sir. I am well. - Far cry from New York.
- Yes, it is. - Marge.
Good morning. Unusual weather.
- Very. - And you, sir. Any better ?
Pretty good. Sticking with hot water.
- Where's Mr. MacCarron ? - San Remo.
The police are amateurs.
Well, my boy, it's come to a pretty pass, hasn't it ?
What is the detective hoping to find in San Remo ?
He's being thorough. I'm learning about my son, Tom.
Now he's missing, I'm learning a great deal about him,
and I hope that you can fill in some more blanks for me.
Marge has been good enough to do that about Mongibello.
I'll try my best, sir. Obviously, I'll do anything to help Dickie.
-## [ Continues ] - Good. This theory,
the letter he left for you.
The police think that's a clear indication...
he was planning on doing something, uh, to himself.
I just don't believe that.
You don't want to, dear.
I'd like to talk to Tom alone.
Perhaps this afternoon. Would you mind?
Marge, what a man may say to his sweetheart...
and what he'll admit to another fellow--
Such as ?
## [ Continues ]
[ Clears Throat ] What a waste of lives and opportunities.
I'd pay that fellow a hundred dollars right now to shut up !
No, Marge doesn't know the half of it.
And his passport photo.
Did you hear ? To scratch out his own face like that ?
Can you imagine ?
Frame of mind you'd have to be in ?
"I've thought about going to the police, but I can't face it.
I can't face anything anymore."
I feel guilty. I feel like I pushed him away.
I feel like I spoke and he heard you.
Well, [ Clears Throat ]
If we all pushed him away, what about him pushing us away ?
You've been a great friend to my son.
Everything is someone else's fault.
We all want to sow wild oats,
but somebody's got to-- got to--
What is the word ?
You know, the moment someone confronts him,
he lashes out.
He always has.
You know, people always say that you can't choose your parents,
but you can't choose your children.
- [ Knocking ] - [ Freddie's Voice ] Dickie.
[ Dickie's Voice ] You can be a leech. You can be quite boring.
- [ Tom's Voice ] Stop it! - [ Dickie's Voice ] It's boring.
- [ Knocking ] - [ Voices Overlapping, Indistinct ]
[ Tom Screaming ] Stop, stop, stop !
- Stop, stop, stop ! - [ Freddie's Voice ] Tommy, Tommy.
[ Dickie's Voice ] Like a little girl.
- Like a little girl. - [ Knocking ]
[ Knocking ]
- [ Knocking ] - Coming.
- Sorry. I was asleep. - Finally.
- I must have fallen asleep. - Did Dickie's dad go ?
You look ghastly, Tom. Did you have a nightmare ?
- He's having an early night. - Oh, poor man.
You know, we were banging on that door forever.
[ Marge ] Uh-oh.
- I think I've broken a strap. - Not guilty.
- I'll fix some drinks. - [ Marge Giggling ]
Ah ! You walk in Venice.
Are you okay ?
I'm fine.
- Did you want me to stick around ? - No, it's okay.
I could come back.
Your key.
- [ Knocking At Door ] - [ Marge ] Tom ?
Marge, I'm in the bath. I won't be long.
Tom, I have to speak to you. It's urgent.
Coming.
- I found Dickie's rings. - What ?
You have Dickie's rings.
I can explain.
Dickie promised me he would never take off this ring.
Let me put some clothes on and we'll talk about this.
- I have to tell Mr. Greenleaf. - Marge, you're being hysterical.
He promised me, "I swear, I will never take off this ring until we get--"
- Shut up ! - [ Gasping ]
I'm wet, Marge. I've lost my towel.
And I'd really like to put some clothes on.
Go and pour us both a drink.
Pour us a drink.
Marge ?
Where are you going ?
I wasn't snooping. I just--
I was looking for a needle and thread to mend my bra.
That scent you're wearing.
I bought that for you.
The thing about Dickie--
So many things.
That day when he was late coming back from Rome,
I tried to tell you this.
He was with another girl. I'm not talking about Meredith, either.
Another girl that we met in a bar.
He couldn't be faithful for five minutes.
So when he makes a promise,
it doesn't mean what it means when you make a promise...
or I make a promise.
He has so many realities, Dickie, and he believes them all.
He lies. He lies.
And that's his-- Half the time he doesn't even realize he's doing it.
And today,
I really started wondering whether he may have killed Freddie.
He would get so crazy if anybody would contradict him.
Well, you know that. You know that.
And that's the irony, Marge.
I loved you.
You may as well know, Marge. I loved you.
I don't know, maybe it's grotesque of me to say this now,
so just... write it on a piece of paper or something...
and put it in your purse for a rainy day.
"Tom loves me. Tom loves me."
- Why do you have Dickie's rings ? - I told you.
- He gave them to me. - Why ? When ?
I feel as if you haven't been listening to anything I've been saying to you.
I don't believe you. I don't believe you.
- It's all true. - I don't believe...
a single word you've said. [ Gasping, Shuddering ]
You're shivering, Marge. Look at you.
Marge, can I hold you ?
Will you let me hold you ?
- [ Screaming ] - Marge ?
- Peter ! Thank God you're here. - What's going on ?
Get me out of here. Get me out of here. Please!
- [ Peter ] Tom, are you okay ? - [ Marge Sobbing ]
You try. You try talking to her.
- [ Peter ] Tom ? - I give up.
Tell me what's going on. Tom !
- [ Tom ] What did I ever do to her? - Listen--
Have her tell you one thing that I've ever done to her.
You can't be angry with her.
She's confused, and she needs someone to blame.
So she blames you.
I'll go back home and talk to her.
As for you,
either get a safety razor or grow a beard.
[ Knocking ]
- Is Mr. Greenleaf here ? - Mr. Ripley ?
- Yes. - I'm Alvin MacCarron.
[ Marge ] I don't know, I don't know. I just know it.
[ Mr. Greenleaf ] Marge, there's female intuition and then there are facts.
- Tom. - Sir.
Marge, you should have waited. I didn't--
Didn't Peter say I'd come by and pick you up ?
Marge has been telling us about the rings.
Yes, I feel ridiculous I didn't mention them yesterday.
I clean forgot. Ridiculous.
Perhaps you didn't mention them because there's only one conclusion to be drawn.
I'm going to take Marge for a walk. Tom, Mr. MacCarron needs to talk to you.
There's no need. We could go to the bar. There's no need.
No, no.
I think you should stay here.
[ Door Opening, Closing ]
I could probably see my room from here.
I can see my house.
When you see where you live from a distance, it's like a dream, isn't it ?
I don't care for B.S.
I don't care to hear it. I don't care to speak it.
- Okay. - Did you know that at Princeton...
Dickie Greenleaf half-killed a boy ?
At a party over some girl.
Kicked the kid several times in the head, put him in the hospital.
Boy had a wire fixed in his jaw, lost some hearing.
Why do you think Dickie's father sent him to Europe in the first place ?
The Rome police didn't think to ask Mr. Greenleaf.
Nor did they think to check on whether a Thomas Ripley...
had ever been a student at Princeton University.
Oh, I turned up a Tom Ripley...
who had been a piano tuner in the music department.
You see, in America,
we are taught to check a fact before it becomes a fact.
We're taught to nose around.
When a girl drowns herself,
find out if that girl is pregnant.
Find out if Dickie had an embarrassment there.
Mr. Greenleaf appreciates your loyalty. He really does.
Marge-- She has a hundred theories.
There are a few things that she doesn't know.
We hope she never knows.
I hope she never knows.
Three different people...
saw Dickie get into Freddie's car.
One man, who will not testify...
because he was jumping somebody else's wife at the time,
saw Dickie removing license plates from a red sports car.
The police know about this man because he happens to be a policeman.
I found these in the basement of Dickie's apartment.
They belong to Freddie's car.
Mr. Greenleaf has asked me...
to lose these in the canal this evening.
[ Bell Tolling ]
Mr. Greenleaf feels that there was a silent promise...
in Dickie's letter to you which he intends to honor.
He also intends to transfer a good portion...
of Dickie's income from his trust into your name.
He does not intend...
to give the Italians any information about Dickie's past.
He's rather hoping that... you will feel the same.
- Thank you so much, Tom. - Sir.
Good-bye.
Marge, I feel I never should have said those things to you the other evening.
I was pretty flustered, and the rings-- And you looked so--
I don't know.
But I hope that note goes in your purse to New York...
for a rainy day.
- What are you gonna do now, Tom ? - I don't know.
Peter has a concert in Athens next month,
so he asked me to come along and help out.
He says good-bye.
By the way, he was in rehearsal so he couldn't--
Why do I think there's never been a Ripley rainy day ?
What ?
I know it was you. I know it was you.
I know it was you ! I know it was you !
- Marge, Marge. Please ! - I know you killed Dickie !
- Marge ! - I know ! No !
[ Sobbing ] I know it was you !
Marge. Marge, please.
It's not Tom. Really.
[ Tom And Peter ] #We are called gondoleri #
# But that's a vagary It's quite honorary #
# The trade that we ply ##
Ask me what I want to change about this moment.
I don't know. What do you want to change about this moment ?
Nothing.
[ Peter ] I'm freezing. Coming down ?
Later. I want to catch the sunset.
- You're mad. [ Chuckling ] - I am.
[ Meredith ] Dickie ?
Dickie!
[ Italian ]
Oh, my God.
Hello, Meredith.
I was looking at you.
Your clothes. I wouldn't have known you.
Well, you spotted me, so you get the reward.
- What ? -Just kidding.
- Are you alone ? - Oh.
Hardly. Couldn't be less alone.
- Aunt Joan. - And " co."
A lot of " co."
Oh, God.
You know, seeing you again, l--
I've thought about you...
so much.
And I've thought about you.
Yeah, well, when I've thought about you, I was mostly hating you.
Where have you been hiding ?
I haven't been hiding.
I've been in police custody.
They've been trying to flush out Freddie's killer.
- You're kidding. - They're giving me this vacation,
which is why the getup.
Which is why you haven't heard from me.
You know, the whole world thinks you killed Freddie.
- Oh ! It's terrible. - I know.
Listen, I can't talk now. Um, later ?
Later ? Later ?
So--
[ Laughs ]
Are you travelling under "R" ?
[ Laughs ] You know what ? I am.
[ Laughing ]
Dickie, are you with Peter Smith-Kingsley ? I bet you are.
My aunt thought she saw him.
Peter Smith-Kingsley ? No, l--
I haven't seen him in months.
No, I'm alone.
[ Knocking At Door ]
Hi.
- How was it ? - It was good.
But I'll tell you something.
I want us to stay in here for the rest of the trip.
[ Chuckles ]
Was that Meredith ?
Was who Meredith ?
Meredith Logue. You were kissing someone. It looked like Meredith.
I came out to find you.
Oh, hardly kissing.
- Kissing off. - It didn't look that way.
You know ? From a distance ?
I lied... to her.
She thought she'd seen you.
Why lie ?
[ Chuckling ] Dickie and Peter together. That's just too good gossip.
Or Tom and Peter, even.
That would be even better gossip.
Really ? Why ?
[ Sighing ]
L-I, um-- [ Sighing ] I'm completely lost.
I know.
I'm sorry, Peter.
I'm lost.
I'm gonna be stuck in the basement, aren't I ?
Aren't I ?
That's my--
Terrible...
and alone...
and dark. [ Chuckles ]
And I've lied...
about who I am...
and where I am.
Now no one'll ever find me. [ Chuckling ]
What do you mean, lied about who you are ?
I always thought it'd be better...
to be a fake somebody...
than a real nobody.
What are you talking about ? You're not a nobody.
That's the last thing you are.
Peter. [ Sighing ]
Tell me some good things about Tom Ripley.
No, don't get up. Don't get up. Don't get up.
Just--
Just tell me some nice things... about Tom Ripley.
[ Chuckling ]
" Good things about Tom Ripley."
That could take me some time.
Tom is talented. Tom is tender.
Tom is beautiful.
[ Crying And Chuckling ] You're such a liar.
Tom is-- Tom is a mystery.
[ Peter's Voice ] Tom is not a nobody.
Tom has secrets he doesn't want to tell me,
and I wish he would.
Tom has nightmares.
That's not a good thing.
Tom has someone to love him.
That is a good thing.
Mmm. [ Chuckling ] Tom is crushing me.
[ Whispering ] Tom is crushing me.
- [ Tom Sobbing ] - Tom. Tom, you're crush--
- [ Peter Coughing, Gagging ] - [ Tom Sobbing ] Oh, God!
Oh, God!
- [ Gagging Continues ] - Oh, God!
[ Sobbing Continues ]
Oh, God! Peter.
# You don't know #
# What love is #
# Until you know the meaning of the blues #
# Till you love the love #
# You had to lose #
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# What love is #
# You don't know how lips hurt #
# Until you've kissed #
# And had to pay the cost #
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# How a lost heart feels #
# The very thought of reminiscing #
# And how those lips #
# With a taste for tears #
# Soon lose their taste #
# For kissing #
# You don't know #
# How hearts burn #
# A love that cannot live #
# But never dies #
# Until you've reached dawn #
# With sleepless eyes #
# You don't know #
# What love is #
# You don't know #
# What love is #
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# What love is #
# You don't know #
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