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Who's there?

♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ Then I drift away ♪

♪ Into the magic night ♪

♪ I softly say ♪

♪ A silent prayer ♪

♪ Like dreamers do ♪

♪ Then I fall asleep to dreams ♪

♪ My dreams of you ♪

♪ In dreams ♪

♪ I walk with you ♪

♪ In dreams ♪

♪ I talk to you ♪

♪ In dreams, you're mine... ♪

- Oh, good timing. Thank you. - Welcome.

Dear Mrs. De Silva...

...according to our records,

there is an outstanding balance on your account with Dr. Katz Chiropractic,

in the amount of 42 dollars and 50 cents.

Hm.

We trust this is an oversight and that you will remit payment

to the above address,

as the matter has now been referred to our collection agency.

Failure to settle the account in a timely fashion

will require us to impose a 10% late charge.

Sincerely, George McAlpin.

♪ I'll never forget the day ♪

♪ The day you moved away ♪

♪ But what could my heart say? ♪

♪ It was a love that went too far ♪

♪ It was so unbearable ♪

♪ Together we belong... ♪

How's it going?

Fine, thanks.

Al McCarren.

Tom.

Tom Ripley.

You're a very hard man to find.

No address, phone, office...

Just a few places people mentioned you might be at, like this.

What people?

I'm a private detective, Tom.

I've been hired to find you.

And give you this.

Mr. Greenleaf would like to talk to you.

I don't know who that is.

I didn't think you did.

Why would you?

Talk to me about what?

I don't know, something personal.

He did mention that there might be some money involved for you.

To do what?

He didn't say, as I said.

Can I tell him you'll give him a call?

Tell him whatever you want.

Fair enough.

Drink's on Mr. Greenleaf.

Anyone come by for me?

No.

What's that?

Oh, yeah. Someone did.

What did he look like?

Look like?

Dark hair, mustache, hat...

Could have.

Thanks.

- Hello? - Mr. Reddington.

- Yes. - Hello.

This is George McAlpin here, following up on the notices sent to you.

Excuse me?

Uh, the balance and late charges, sir, on your account with a Dr. Marvin Katz.

What balance? I paid him.

By cash or by check?

- By check. - Well, it was not received.

Well, I sent it.

And that's why you ignored the late notices?

I didn't receive any late notices. I don't understand.

I can tell that you're getting agitated. There's really no reason to.

Is there someone there that I can talk to about this?

You can talk to me. You're talking to me, sir.

If you want to talk to somebody else, that would be an attorney,

but I'm hopeful that the matter can be settled without legal action against you.

Okay.

Okay. So what you have to do now, sir, is this,

issue a new check for the original amount plus the 10% late fee,

which brings it to $27, made out and sent to...

Do you have a pen?

Yes.

Sent to the McAlpin Collection Agency,

which is 421, 8th Avenue, box 864, New York, New York.

Do you need me to repeat that?

No, I wrote it down.

Is there anything else I can help you with today, sir?

- No. - Okay. Well, thank you, Mr. Reddington.

You're welcome.

I have some checks I'd like to cash.

Sure.

Do you have an account with us, Mr. McAlpin?

I do not.

Do you have identification?

- I do. - Thank you.

One moment, sir.

- Good morning, sir. - Yes.

Could you review these checks and this license,

and compare signatures to those on the check.

That's where you hoity-toities live.

You know me.

I'm gonna make a call.

Perhaps.

Doesn't feel right.

- Mr. Ripley? - Yeah.

Follow me.

Mr. Greenleaf. Mr. Ripley, sir.

Tom, how are you?

So, "What is this about?" you're wondering.

It's about Richard.

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

He's my son.

I was told you're a friend of his. Maybe you know him as Dickie.

Who said we were friends?

One of his other friends. I don't recall which.

Said you knew him, but didn't know where you were.

Okay.

So you do remember him?

Yeah.

But it's been a while. How is he?

That's a good question. I don't really know.

He's been in Europe for years.

We get an occasional postcard from him, my wife and I,

but other than that, who knows?

Tom, it's time for him to come home. He's too old for this.

But nothing we say means anything to him.

Is there a reason he doesn't want to come back?

He says he prefers it there.

Says he's painting. Before, it was writing.

But he's no painter, or writer, I can tell you that.

Sailing and drinking and avoiding his responsibilities is all he does.

He doesn't have a job?

A job? No. He's never had a job.

He lives off trust money that we stupidly put in place for him

and which we can't legally cut off now.

Okay. So, where is he now?

Now? Italy.

Some place around Naples called Atrani,

where from what I can gather, there's nothing to do but sit on the beach.

And paint.

And paint. Yes, that's good.

I'm going to be honest with you, Tom.

You're the first of Richard's friends who's even been willing to listen to me.

So what can I do?

What line of work are you in?

Insurance.

Are you? Well, there's always a need for that.

- Sales? - Accounting.

I don't suppose you have any vacation time coming up,

or leave of absence?

You... you mean... to go there?

To talk to him, face-to-face.

I'd take care of all your expenses, in addition to a salary.

That goes without saying.

Will you think about it?

Thank you, Muriel.

Are you from New York, Tom?

I am.

Did you go to college here?

No. Princeton.

Princeton. Oh, your parents must be very proud.

Tom's parents died when he was young, Emily.

Oh, dear Lord.

They drowned on Long Island Sound. A boating accident.

Oh, you poor thing.

Why didn't you tell me?

Oh, he was just the cutest baby.

Mmm... Oh...

He was quite the athlete.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, this is when he left for Europe.

Athens.

Paris.

And this is where he is now. Um, what's it called?

- Atrani. - Atrani.

Um, this is Marge something-or-other. A friend, girlfriend, who knows?

Mrs. Greenleaf?

Emily?

Maybe it's time for a rest?

Well, it was a real pleasure meeting you, Mrs. Greenleaf.

Oh.

Bless you, Tom.

It's fine. I'll just be a couple minutes.

Here you go.

The ship and train reservations. Your expenses.

And your salary.

If you find you need more, just say, and I'll wire it.

- Mr. Ripley. - Yes.

Right this way, sir. We have Richard's things set aside.

Oh, wow. Okay.

The one thing Mrs. Greenleaf wasn't sure of was the dressing gown.

She said she'd leave that up to you.

Oh, I think the maroon.

The burgundy.

Burgundy.

Oh.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

Thomas Ripley.

Oh.

Thank you.

De nada.

Dear Aunt Dottie,

no, this is not another letter to inform you of a change of my address.

As you can see from the stationery, I am aboard the Orient Express.

An unexpected business offer, which I will not go into here.

Open your mouth.

I'm sure you noticed I didn't cash your last little check.

Did you conclude I must therefore be dead?

Well, I am not.

Can you put that in your mouth? It won't hurt.

But you needn't send me any more.

They were always far insufficient for the price you extracted for them.

Of course, this will deny you the opportunity

to remind me of my shortcomings,

which I suppose will leave you with nothing else to do in life.

In any case, you're free of me now.

And I of you.

Attento! Ha rischiato.

- Grazie. - Prego.

Um, Atrani?

Do you happen to know when there's a bus there, or...

- No. Avanti il prossimo. - Vieni con me.

- Hey, hey, hey. What... - Andiamocene.

- The bus is this way? - Sì, sì.

Più avanti.

Wait, wait...

Wait, you're gonna bring me to the bus station?

Sì, sì.

Okay.

Grazie.

A te.

How much further?

Cosa?

Uh, quando... Uh, dove, come?

Cosa?

Niente.

Atrani.

Sì, ecco.

Chi è? Prego.

- Buongiorno. - Buongiorno.

Uh, conosce Richard Greenleaf?

Come?

Um...

Dove vivere Richard Greenleaf?

Ah, Riccardo.

Sì, Riccardo.

Certo, certo. Su.

Su.

Momento.

Ti faccio vedere. Prego, prego. Vieni, vieni.

Vieni, vieni, vieni.

Oh, okay.

Sopra.

A piedi.

Scale. La grande villa.

Su, su, su, su, su, su.

- Eh? - Okay.

Huh.

Grazie.

Mi scusi.

Could I... Can I leave my... my bags here?

Le valigie? Sì, appoggia, appoggia pure, la.

Ah, grazie.

No, lì no perché qualcuno potrebbe inciampare.

Può inciampare qualcuno.

Dall'altra parte.

You want me to... Okay. Here?

- Va bene. - Okay.

Okay. Grazie.

La porta!

La porta. Grazie.

Hello?

Oh, uh... Uh, per favore, Signor Greenleaf?

Giù.

What?

Giù.

La spiaggia.

La spiaggia.

Giù.

Oh, uh...

La spiaggia? The beach?

Okay. Uh...

Grazie.

♪ Sollevando per le vie la polvere ♪

Bello. State bene.

Oh, wow. Oh, okay.

Do you have anything else? Altri? Altre?

Altri. Sì, sì.

♪ E non ti ho invece ♪

♪ Lasciato mai ♪

Okay.

♪ Se penso poi d'andarmene, tu sai ♪

♪ Che il mio cuor batte solo per te ♪

♪ Mille volte tu m'hai detto lasciami ♪

♪ Mille volte tu m'hai detto baciami ♪

♪ Ma una volta tu mi hai fatto piangere ♪

♪ Chi sei... ♪

♪ Dimmi quando tu verrai ♪

♪ Dimmi quando quando quando ♪

♪ L'anno, il giorno, l'ora in cui ♪

♪ Forse tu mi bacerai ♪

♪ Ogni istante attenderò ♪

Dickie Greenleaf.

Yes?

Tom Ripley.

From New York. We met at Bob Delancey's place.

It was years ago. What a coincidence!

Tom what-is-it?

Ripley.

Uh, this is Marge. Marge, Tom Ripley.

How do you do?

Fine, thanks.

You don't seem to remember me.

No, no, I just thought, you know, I...

I haven't been back to the States in so long.

That's okay.

I think I'm gonna go for a swim. Does anyone care to join me?

I will.

Tom?

Oh! Uh...

Sure.

♪ Non ha senso per me ♪

♪ La mia vita senza te ♪

♪ Dimmi quando tu verrai ♪

♪ Dimmi quando, quando, quando ♪

♪ E baciandomi dirai... ♪

Where do you know him from?

Honestly, I can't remember.

Yeah.

Tom Ripley? I don't know.

You okay back there?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

♪ Quando sei qui con me ♪

♪ Questa stanza non ha più pareti ♪

♪ Ma alberi ♪

♪ Alberi infiniti ♪

♪ Quando tu sei vicino a me ♪

♪ Questo soffitto viola, no ♪

♪ Non esiste più ♪

♪ Io vedo il cielo sopra noi ♪

♪ Che restiamo qui... ♪

Hey.

To the terrace.

So, have you been here long, Marge?

Almost a year.

My house is over there.

Ah.

And that's Dickie's boat.

Okay.

Martinis. Perfect.

Cincin.

I'm gonna see if Ermelinda needs help with lunch.

Which hotel are you at?

I haven't checked into one yet.

Try the Miramare. Not Sergio's. I mean, if you're planning to stay.

- Miramare. - Hmm.

Yeah.

You like art, Tom?

I do.

Then you're in the right place.

You could spend a lifetime looking at the art in Italy.

You like Caravaggio?

I do.

All right.

Here's what you have to do. See every Caravaggio here.

I'll give you a list of the museums and churches they're at.

That would be great. Thank you.

Dickie paints.

Yeah, yeah, his fa...

I think... I think you told me that in New York.

Did I?

If I did, I was lying.

I mean, I always wanted to,

but I didn't really take it up seriously till I came here.

I'd like to see them sometime.

Sure. Yeah.

Thanks very much for lunch.

My pleasure. We'll do it again, if you end up staying.

- I look forward to it. - Me too.

All right, well, bye.

Bye.

Buongiorno.

Buonasera.

- Buonasera. - Prego.

Grazie per tenere...

- Prego. - Grazie.

- Oh, uh, mi scusi? Ah... - Hmm.

Dove Hotel Miramare?

Su. Le scale.

Su, su, su, su, su.

Eh?

Okay. Grazie.

La porta!

La porta. Sì, sì. Grazie.

Oh, God.

Mmm, nice pen.

Grazie.

Signor Ripley.

Stanza 306.

Right, come on. Here we go.

Ciao, Giulio. Grazie.

Ciao.

All right.

Pull it.

Yeah, that's right. Dickie.

Dickie Greenleaf.

It's nice to meet you too.

How much money do you need?

It's not enough.