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Buongiorno.

Signor Greenleaf. Qui?

Sì, sì. Prego.

Prego.

Grazie.

♪ Non so se a primavera tornerai ♪

Hi.

Tom. You're still here.

I am.

How's the Miramare?

It's good. It's fine. Is Marge here?

Uh, you just missed her. She's gone to her place to do some work.

- Some work? - Yeah. She's a writer.

Oh.

A novel?

A travel book about Atrani.

With photographs?

Yeah. Yeah. She's a pretty good photographer too.

So it's photographs and words.

Yeah. Descriptions, observations, poems... Hmm.

None of which she's let me read yet.

Poems too.

Ah.

So what's the plan? Rome? Sicily?

You really can't go wrong, whatever you decide.

I brought you some things from New York.

What?

Some shirts and things, a robe. They're at the hotel.

I have a confession to make.

Your father sent me here to try to convince you to go home.

- My father? - Yeah.

And I told him I'd try, and I meant it, but...

I have no intention of doing that now.

I completely understand why you'd want to stay here.

Why anyone would, it's perfect.

Why would you want to go back to New York?

He sent you, like... paid your way?

Yeah, but I'm going to pay him back.

I'm not someone who takes advantage of people.

How do you even know him?

I don't. He found me.

I guess he couldn't convince any of your real friends to interfere in your life,

and I'm not going to either,

but you should have the clothes that your mother had me bring.

And then...

I guess I'll... I'll leave.

I can't believe you did this.

Then again, I can.

Tom,

don't bother paying him back.

It's nothing to him. It'll go on the expense account.

He'll probably even write it off his taxes somehow.

- You're not upset with me? - No, of course not.

I'd have done the same thing. I did the same thing.

I saw the opportunity for adventure to an unknown place and took it.

Exactly what you've done.

Yeah.

♪ Senza di me ♪

Ermelinda!

A coffee for Tom.

Grazie.

I mean, I'm not ungrateful,

but my mother doesn't seem to realize that the best shirts in New York

are imported from here.

Thanks for carting all this stuff over here for her.

That was nice of you.

You missed one.

Oh.

Of course she'd choose this one.

Who, Tom, tell me,

who in the world would ever wear a purple paisley robe?

I mean, my God, it's awful.

Did my father mention I paint?

No.

I happen to be pretty good at it, though he'd be the last to say it.

You want to see 'em?

All right.

Well, here it is.

Oh, wow.

Some of my landscapes there.

Huh.

Yeah.

Some of Marge.

That's my Marge section.

Oh. Okay.

Yeah.

Oh.

That's my abstract period.

Yeah.

Oh, this is a new one of Marge I've been working on.

It's a nude.

Yeah. I... I know I'm not a great painter.

Yet.

But I enjoy it.

No, it's... it's, uh... It's...

- Thanks. - Yeah.

That's more landscapes.

Yeah. Oh, wow. They're all blue. Blue. Your Blue Period.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I didn't think of that.

She's probably still writing,

but she'll get a kick out of the Greenleaf scheme,

she won't mind the interruption.

Here it is.

Oh, good.

Ciao, ciao.

Hi.

Tom has a very funny story to tell.

Does he?

Hi.

Hi.

Let's get this open first.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

♪ Is it a sin? ♪

♪ Tell me ♪

♪ Can it be wrong to need you ♪

♪ When I am filled with such desire ♪

♪ To let the fire begin... ♪

Can you believe that?

Even if you knew my parents, you'd never think they'd go this far.

So who was the guy in the bar?

A private detective. My father hired a private detective.

- To find Tom? - Yes.

You hard to find, Tom?

Well, I'd just moved, so, yes, I guess so.

Why did you wait to tell Dickie?

What difference does that make?

You're missing the point of the whole saga.

This is about my father, not Tom.

Have you decided what you want to see next?

Excuse me?

- In Italy. - No.

- I haven't. - There's a lot to it.

I'm sure there is, but I think I'll stay here for a little while.

You know, if you're going to be here longer, Tom,

you should stay at my place.

Why spend money at the Miramare when I have extra rooms,

even if it is just my father's money.

Oh, uh...

I'd like... I'd like that very much.

Great.

Thank you.

Lift it over.

The walls need something.

Better.

- Oh, hey, Marge. - Hi.

- How's it going? - Good.

You look nice.

Thanks.

We're done working.

We're rewarding ourselves with some Amaro. You want one?

Sure.

We're going to Naples tomorrow. You want to come?

I should work.

On your book?

Yeah.

Oh, come on, Marge. Come with us.

I'm showing Tom his first Caravaggio at the Misericordia.

I've seen it.

You've seen it once. Once isn't nearly enough.

I was at Le Sorelle.

What?

When?

Just now.

Oh...

Oh, we were having dinner.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

Come on, let's go.

They were closing when I left.

Well, did you eat?

Do you want some prosciutto? We've got cheese, olives...

It's okay, I'm fine.

You want to see the room we fixed up?

Maybe later.

All right. Sorry.

♪ E poi 'na fontana all'angolo ♪

- Sign here, please. - Ah, sì.

He painted it when he was 36.

A year after he murdered a man in Rome.

- Murdered a man? - Hmm.

A pimp whose prostitutes he used as models.

Then he fled to Malta, and then Palermo,

painting some of his greatest works on the run.

Really?

They finally caught up with him here in Naples.

They beat him up, disfigured his face, left him for dead.

Who did?

Who knows? Friends of the pimp.

Colorful life. And death.

Yeah.

I want to see more of his paintings.

I'll take you to Rome sometime. Some of the best ones are there.

Oh, I'd love that.

- Freddie! - Dickie!

- Come stai? - Benissimo.

What are you doing here?

Just passing through. Me and Max. How are you?

Good, good.

- How's Marge? - Good.

- Still writing her book? - At this very moment.

- You want a drink? - I'd love a drink.

But just a quick one. I have a train to catch.

Waiter. Cinzano.

And this is?

Tom. Tom, this is Freddie Miles. Tom's come over from New York.

How are you doing?

Fine.

I know you from somewhere.

Hmm, no, I don't think so. I think I'd remember.

- Would you? - Yeah.

No, no, no, we've met before. In New York.

Where? Bob Delancey's, maybe.

I don't think so.

No, I think it was there.

At his apartment on Stanton Street.

A party. I'm sure of it.

Don't remember. Sorry.

- So how do you know each other? - Oh, we met here, in Atrani.

What do you do in New York?

- Nothing now. I live here. - Before.

Accounting.

You?

Freddie's a playwright.

Oh.

I was gonna guess something like that.

- Were you? - Yeah.

- Why? - I don't know.

So here's the thing. I'm renting a big house in Cortina over December.

You and Marge have to come.

And why wouldn't you? Christmas in the Alps? Say yes.

- Yes. - Yes?

Yeah.

Good. We'll ski and drink ourselves to death.

- Perfect. - Tom what?

Ripley.

Ripley.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Abbandonati, come se ♪

♪ Non ci fosse più ♪

♪ Niente, più niente al mondo ♪

♪ Suona un'armonica ♪

♪ Mi sembra un organo ♪

♪ Che vibra ♪

♪ Per te e per me ♪

♪ Su nell'immensità del cielo ♪

♪ Per te ♪

♪ E per me nel ♪

♪ Ciel ♪

You okay?

No, I just got robbed.

Oh, no.

- Are you hurt? - No, I just can't get home.

He won't take me.

Come on.

Thanks.

Niente.

Where's home?

Uh, Pozzuoli.

That's not enough.

Right.

Grazie mille.

Siete gli americani più gentili che io abbia mai conosciuto, davvero.

- Figurati. - Grazie.

- Ciao. - Ciao.

You hear what she said?

We're the nicest Americans she's ever met.

You gave the driver enough to take her to Rome.

He's splitting it with her right now.

You think?

Obviously. What, a taxi's just waiting there?

It's a scam.

How can you not see that?

Ah, so what if it is?

It's worth it to hear that from a pretty girl, isn't it?

Sure it is. I like girls.

What?

Do you think you will go to wherever it was that guy said his place was?

Freddie?

Probably. It gets dreary down here in winter. Why?

I don't know how you can stand to be around someone like that.

He's such a fraud.

Why do you say that?

Because it's obvious. He's no playwright. He's just someone who comes from money.

Well, that's true. His family owns hotels. And he has a place in the south of France.

"You and Marge have to come."

"And why wouldn't you? Christmas in the Alps? Say yes."

"Yes?"

That was really good.

You sounded just like him.

Tom?

Mm-hmm.

I come from money, so am I fraud?

You and he couldn't be more unalike.

♪ Non partir ♪

♪ Non partir ♪

♪ Tu sei chiusa... ♪

Dear Mr. Greenleaf,

I'm writing you with good news.

Richard is wavering about spending another winter here.

It's a delicate matter dealing with him, as I'm sure you know.

One can't push him.

It takes many conversations to get him to change his mind about anything.

But I'm making progress.

As promised, I will do everything in my power to convince him to come home to you.

Hopefully by Christmas.

All my best wishes and good thoughts to you and Mrs. Greenleaf.

Sincerely, Tom.

PS.

I've not yet spent the money you gave me, but it is running low.

Perhaps you could send a bit more.

A money order to Dickie's address in Atrani would be good.

Thank you.

Prego.

Grazie.

Grazie.

How's it going?

Good.

Can I sit?

Sì.

I'm Carlo.

- Tom. - Tom.

You're American.

Sì.

I like Americans.

Salute.

Hi.

Oh, hey. How's it going?

Good.

Wanna go to Paris?

I don't know. Maybe. When?

I was talking to a guy at Giorgio's, and he'll give us 100,000 lire apiece.

To do what?

Go to Paris.

What are you talking about?

All we gotta do is take a suitcase there for him, then we stay as long as we want.

A suitcase?

Yeah.

You can't be serious.

I am. Come meet him.

We talked in Italian, so I only got the gist of it.

I don't want to meet him, whoever he is.

What am I supposed to do with him then?

Nothing. Forget you had the conversation.

He's downstairs.

You brought this guy to my house.

Yeah.

Carlo.

This is my friend, Dickie.

Pleasure. How you doing?

Picasso, huh?

So, Tom explained to you what we spoke about?

Why don't you tell me.

Okay. It's not complicated.

Tomorrow, the next day, whenever,

you both meet me at the train station in Naples.

I'll have two tickets for you,

half the money, 50,000 lire each,

and a suitcase.

You take it to Paris, deliver it to the address I give you.

Where you'll get the rest of the money.

And that's that.

What's in the suitcase?

Va beh, e questo...

It makes no difference.

No one is going to stop a couple of American tourists that look like you.

Drugs?

Guns?

Stolen art, what?

It's not your concern.

It's very much my concern.

It isn't your friend's.

He didn't even ask.

Tomma.

Yeah, what?

Sadly, your friend here is not the right man.

You, yes, but him, no.

No. He's right for it. We both are. He's just thinking about it.

No. I'm not.

Tomma, look at him,

looking at me like a policeman who wants to arrest me.

No, he's not. Come on.

No, no, you're right. Not a policeman.

Like a man afraid he's about to be eaten by an animal.

We can still do business together, me and you, but not him.

So there is no need to discuss this in front of him or with him anymore, okay?

At some point in life, his balls were cut off.

My address.

This is a nice villa.

Very nice.

Bravo.

Signora, grazie mille.

What's the matter with you? You crazy?

Why would you say that?

The man is Camorra. You know what that is?

No.

Mafia. Naples mafia.

How do you know that?

Because, Tom, it's obvious.

Maybe you wouldn't have done this if your Italian was better,

but I'm not so sure. Is...

Is this the kind of thing you do in New York?

No.

The kind of people you hang out with there?

He treated you like a kindred spirit.

We hung out with the same people in New York.

That's how we met.

I still don't remember.

Don't look at me like that. I'm not crazy.

Then what is this?

What? I thought you'd think it'd be fun. It could have been fun.

- To do a job for gangsters? - To go on an adventure together.

To end up in prison together.

Okay, now you're just...

Forget it.

Can you not tell Marge about this?

She doesn't like me much as it is.

- Why is that, do you think? - I don't know. I'm nice to her.

No, you make an effort to be, which isn't the same.

Which is worse, actually.

That's not true. I like her.

Okay.

I do!

So how's the writing going? I bet it's really good.

You're teasing me.

No, I'm not. I really want to know. I'm impressed you're doing it.

I've never written a book. Dickie hasn't. Have you?

Certainly not.

Well, to be honest, it's not going that well.

I'm trying to describe this place that's

so...

Indescribable?

Indescribable. Yes, exactly.

Well, can I read what you've written so far?

Oh, she won't show it to anyone.

Well, I'm no book editor, but I did work for one, at Random House.

You did?

Sure. I read lots of manuscripts there that needed work.

Really?

If nothing else, I might accidentally say something

that gets you thinking in a new way.

Come on, I'd love to try.

Prego.

I'll get this.

So. What do you say?

I'm scared.

I'm sure it's wonderful.

That was good, Tom. You're trying.

Well, I'm not just trying.

I'm interested in what she's doing. She's wrong about me.

In any case, you made her happy.

Well, that's good.

Atrani, by Marjorie Sherwood.

Suddenly, I have been in Atrani for more than a year,

and I'm still discovering things about the town...

Atrani, I had learned, had existed before Columbus had discovered America.

Most evenings, a woman practices the flute...

I saw my first palm tree, and the ocean.

Although the taxi ride did not cost as much as it would have...

I watched as he prepared the...

...clock tower struck four at that exact moment...

I had never stayed in a place that didn't have its own bathroom,

except for in college.

"Hello?" I called out. She said something that sounded familiar.

I waited... It felt like...

...hot, cramped bus that smelled like garlic and gasoline.

This is... This is all really helpful.

Is it?

Yeah. Everything you're saying is right. Here, what you wrote in the margin.

Which?

"Atrani is like a place in a dream

that becomes even more dreamlike when you wake."

It's so perfect.

It's yours. Take it.

Really?

Sure.

I think I know what to do with it now.

I'm glad.

Thank you, Tom.

Really.

Thank you, for trusting me with it.

Great title.

Ciao, Matteo.

Ciao, Riccardo.

- How are you? - Great.

There's something for you.

Here.

Nothing for you, my dear Tom.

Okay, Matteo. Thanks.

I think I'm going to go see Marge.

Maybe go for a swim.

Okay.

Take this home for me?

Sure.

Thanks. See you later.

What do you think of these?

Oh, that's good.

- Really? - Yes!

Signor Ripley.

I'm going out, to the market.

All right.

What?

Nothing.

Is Mr. Smith at home?

No, sir. He's gone out.

What time will he be back?

How much money do you need?

It's not enough.

What's the matter with you?

What happened?

Who said so?

Who is he?

Who knows?

Whose is this?

It's yours.

It's ours.

It's theirs.

It's his.

It's mine.

"You like art, Tom?"

"Well, you're in the right place."

"I know I'm not a great painter."

"Yet."

"I know I'm not a great painter, yet."

"But I enjoy it."

These are my landscapes.

Still life.

Those are some of Marge.

That's another one of mine. Another one of Marge.

That's the Marge section.

Marge, I'm sorry, but you got to understand.

I don't love you.

We're friends. That's all.

Oh, come on, don't...

Don't cry.

That's not going to work, Marge.

Stop it.

Because you're interfering. With Tom and me.

No, no, no, no. It's not like that.

It's not that. We're not that.

No, there's a bond between us. Can you understand that?

Or are you just going to keep making accusations?

Can you understand anything?

Come on, Marge.

Marge...

Oh...

Oh, those are from my abstract period.

What are you doing?

They got...

Oh, just...

I'd appreciate it if you got out of my clothes.

You guys didn't go swimming, I guess.

Were you on the beach when the storm broke?

Dickie, I feel sick about what just happened...

Look, let me just make this really clear.

I'm not queer.

I think you think I am.

I never thought you were.

Well, Marge thinks you are.

Why?

Well, if she were here to see what just transpired in there, then...

I'd say it was that, but since she wasn't, then I guess it must be something else.

She's saying that because she's jealous.

Jealous?

Of you?

Yeah, of me.

She had you all to herself before I showed up.

Now we do things without her.

- But even that's not the real problem. - What's the real problem, Tom?

She loves you more than you love her.

When you walk together, who takes whose hand?

Maybe it is true, but it doesn't mean I don't care about her.

- I... I care about her very much. - I understand.

We're very good friends. You try not to hurt your friends.

Of course.

- Dickie... - What?

I'd rather leave than break up a friendship.

Do you want me to leave?

I'll leave in the morning if you want. I'll leave now if you want.

Let's just let it go.