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Grazie.

Buongiorno.

Ciao. Uh, Richard Greenleaf.

Signor Greenleaf.

Welcome.

- How was the journey?
- Oh...

Long, yes? And at night.
You're tired I'm sure.

I have your room ready,
I just need your passport,

which you can retrieve
when you next go out.

First, of course, you should rest.

Sign here, please.

No...

Ah...

Nice pen.

Ah, grazie.

For you.

Armando!

That's okay, I can manage.

- Are you sure?
- Sì, sì, sì, sì.

Second floor. To the left.

Grazie.

A lei.

Signor Greenleaf.

Ciao.

You spoke to this person?

The police inspector in Rome.

- Sì.
- Sì. Did he want me to call him back?

No, signore.

I would have written it here otherwise.

"Return call."

Sì.

Your passport.

- Grazie.
- A lei.

Buona sera.

Have you seen this guy around here?

Maybe he's been to the club lately.

No.

Keep it.

Ciao, Matteo.

Margherita.

Ciao, Margherita.

I've got something for Richard.

From his bank.

È urgente.

I don't know where he is.

I was hoping there'd be a letter
from him, letting me know.

One moment.

No, nothing. I'm sorry.

- Grazie.
- Prego

- Ciao.
- Ciao.

One moment please.

Inspector.

There's a witness here for you.

Scusi.

Come in.

I read the newspapers.

And realized I may have seen him.

- Where.
- Via di Monserrato.

- What time.
- Around midnight. More or less.

And what were you doing?

Taking my dog for a walk.

At midnight.

He always has to go at midnight.

He has a kidney problem.

He has to pee more than the average dog.

Fine.

What did you see?

Two men. Leaning against a car.

This caught your attention
for some reason,

two men leaning against a car?

Well, not until I read the papers.

Then I thought maybe
I saw something important.

What kind of car?

A Fiat 500.

What color?

Color?

I don't remember.

So one of these men by the car
you think was the victim?

Sì.

He was thin.

His face I couldn't see well in the dark.

And he was wearing a hat.

What kind of hat?

Borsalino.

And the other one?

Not as thin, I guess,
or you would have said two thin men.

The other one was
what I'd call average-sized.

Light hair? Dark hair?

I don't remember.

Beard? Mustache?

I don't know.

Why are you looking at me like that?

I didn't see his face well.

It was dark.

Anything else?

He was American.

How would you know that?

Because I spoke to him.

He spoke to me.

In English.

In Italian.

With an American accent.

And the thin one?

He didn't talk.

He was very drunk.

What did the other one say?

I said, "Do you need help there?"

He said, "No thanks, we're fine."

And then?

I went home with Enzo.

- Who?
- My dog. Enzo.

I thought your name was Enzo.

It is.

It's his name too.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I don't know if the news
made it to the New York papers,

but maybe Marge
has gotten in touch with you.

If neither of those things happened,

then you'll be hearing
about it from me first, here.

A friend of mine was murdered in Rome.

You don't know him,
but his name is Freddie Miles.

The police act like they know what
they're doing, but I don't think they do.

They've arrested no one
for this terrible crime.

The whole thing has upset me greatly,

and the police have made it even worse
by not allowing me to leave the country.

They say it's because I may be
able to help them in their investigation,

at the same time,
they make me feel like a suspect.

They're awful.

So I've left Rome.

I had to get away from it all.

I'm not sure where I'm going.

I might meet up with Di Massimo,
my painting instructor.

Or just go somewhere
to be by myself for a while.

I'm not sure how all this will resolve,

but for the moment at least, I'm okay.

Considering.

I'll write again when I'm feeling better.

Love, Richard.

PS...

The only true consolation
I got from anyone

in those dark days after the murder

was from Tom.

He's a good person.

Signorina Sherwood?

Sì.

I am Inspector Pietro Ravini
of the Rome Police.

Sì?

May I come in?

- Sì.
- Grazie.

Ice?

Uh, ice? No, thank you.

That's a book I'm writing.

A book? You are an author?

Yes.

A book about?

Atrani.

Oh.

I may sit?

Yes.

You knew Signor Miles?

Yes.

He was a friend of Dickie's really,
but mine too.

- Who?
- What?

Dickie?

Dickie Greenleaf.

Richard.

You've spoken to him, haven't you?

Dickie.

Yes, I spoke to him.
That's how I knew to come to speak to you.

What did he say about me?

Only that you also knew Signor Miles,
since that was the question I asked him.

We were supposed
to see him at Christmas, but didn't.

"We"?

Me and Dickie.

- Here?
- No. Cortina, for a week.

Oh, Cortina.

It's nice, especially around Christmas,

but expensive.

Freddie could afford it.

Why did you not go?

I don't know, to be honest.

Dickie just decided not to.

It was kind of mysterious, to be honest.

He told me he did not go

because he thought
it will be a week of debauchery.

Dickie said that?

I've never heard him use that word.

I don't know why he would about Cortina.
All you do there is ski.

May I ask you to describe
your relationship with, um...

I can't call him Dickie. With Richard.

He's my boyfriend.

I guess I'm confused.

You live here, in Atrani, and Rome?

No, just here.

But...

He lives in Rome.
He has an apartment with a lease.

We're just taking
a little time for ourselves.

For him to study painting,
and me to finish my book.

His painting, yes.

Did you know he was with Signor Miles
the night he was killed?

Yes. I read the papers. So?

So, he was the last
to see Signor Miles alive.

No, the killer would have
been the last to see him alive.

You've spoken to him recently?

No. I went up to Rome to see him,
but he wasn't there.

- When?
- Last Wednesday.

Last Wednesday, and you didn't see him?

I just said that I didn't.

He left Rome. Tom told me.

Tom? Who is Tom?

Tom Ripley.

You spoke to Signor Ripley?

- Yes.
- On the phone?

No, at a café.

In Rome?

Off Via della Pace.

He is staying in Rome or...

Yes.

Do you know where?

At a pensione on Via dei Coronari.

He didn't say which.

Grazie, signorina.

I will let you get back
to the writing of your book,

which sounds... fascinating.

Do you know where Dickie is?

Please.

Palermo. Hotel Palma.

Thank you.

Arrivederci.

I shouldn't be in this position.

It shouldn't be my job.

You should be the one
to talk to her. Not me.

I mean, what the hell
am I supposed to tell her?

The truth.

That it's her I'm running away from,

and why can't she
get that through her thick skull?

I can't say that.

Then put it some other way.

It's not fair to you, Marge, or to me,

that Dickie isn't having
this conversation with you.

I've asked him several times,

but he ignores me.

I can't let it go on like this anymore.

I like you too much to just sit back
and watch what's happening.

It's not right.

But isn't it clear?

He didn't tell you
where he was staying in Rome.

He didn't tell you
where he was going when he left Rome.

I tried to tell you there,

but I couldn't find
a tactful way to say it.

He didn't leave Rome because
the police were driving him crazy.

He was still there when I saw you.

He hadn't even left.

He told me to go meet you at that café.

I know you don't want to believe
that his feelings have changed for you,

but they have.

Thomas Ripley.

Exactly correct.

He is not a guest.

You're certain the name
of every guest is noted.

Yes, of course. It's the law.

What about last week?
Wednesday of last week.

No.

Okay.

If he happens to check in sometime
in the future, please let me know.

Grazie.

Inspector.

I read about your
investigation in the newspaper.

This Ripley is a suspect in the murder?

I commend you on your record keeping.

Goodbye.

Buonasera. Ispettore Pietro Ravini,
della Polizia di Roma.

Police Headquarters.

Inspector Ravini, please.

One moment.

Pronto?

Inspector Ravini?

No, he's out.

When is he coming back?

I don't know when,
I can take a message if you want.

My name is Emilio Braganzi.

Director of the Naples branch
of Banca della Repubblica.

My number is 8-4-0-2-7.

This is regarding what.

A fraud.

What kind of fraud?

A bank fraud

concerning a person the inspector knows.

His name is Richard...

Greenleaf.

I believe the inspector
knows where I can find him.

I know where Mr. Greenleaf is.

Signor Greenleaf.

How are you?

All is well.

That's good, my Sicilian friend.

You're a quick study.

- For you.
- Grazie.

- Grazie.
- A lei.

Dear Dickie,

hopefully this reaches you.

The police were decent enough
to tell me what you would not...

Where you're hiding out.

It's pretty obvious to me by now
why you can't face me,

and why Tom lies for you.

Why don't you just come out and admit
you can't live without your little chum?

What do you think,

I'm some small-town hick
who doesn't know about these things?

I only wish I knew this about you sooner,

so I wouldn't have
wasted a year of my life.

I doubt our paths will cross again.

Thanks for the so-called memories.

Marge.

Signorina Sherwood?

Sì.

May I come in?

Sì, prego.

You know Inspector Ravini.

Sì.

I met him.

Bene.

He'd like you to come to Rome.

Why?

To speak with him.

He can't come here to talk to me?

He made the drive
and climbed all those steps once.

As a courtesy.

He's not going to do it again.

What's it about? Excuse me.

He didn't tell me.

Well, I can't just drop everything
and go to Rome right now.

"Everything"?

My work. The book I'm writing.

This.

- Sì.
- Signorina.

It's a police investigation.

If I had a car it'd be less of a problem,
but between the bus and the train...

I have a car.

Down all those steps.

- I'm going with you?
- Sì.

The inspector insisted
on this arrangement.

- Really.
- Sì.

- When.
- Now.

I'll wait for you outside.

Signor Greenleaf.

Grazie.

This arrived for you.

Most urgent.

With banks, it's always urgent.

Grazie.

Dear Mr. Greenleaf,

our fraud department has reported to me

that it's their opinion
the signature of January

on your monthly trust remittance
number 8747 is invalid.

Believing this may have
escaped your notice,

we hasten to inform you
of the irregularity

so that you may confirm our opinion
that said check has been forged.

Further, we have called this matter

to the attention of
Banca della Repubblica, Naples.

Sincerely, Edward T. Cavanach, Esquire.

Most esteemed sir,

it has been called to our attention

by the Wendell Trust Company of New York,

that there exists some doubt

regarding the authenticity
of your signature of receipt

for your January remittance.

In the case
that the signature is in fact valid,

we urge you to promptly
visit our Palermo branch

in order to present your identification

and complete a new signature card
for our records.

In the meantime, we have deemed it proper

to inform the police of this matter.

Most respectfully and obediently yours,

Emilio D. Braganzi,

Director of the Naples branch
of Banca della Repubblica.

Wait here.

They're still there.

But there shouldn't be a problem.

Okay.

Thank you for everything.

I wish I could stay.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Good luck.

Grazie.

Let's go.

Okay.

Mr...

Richard...

Greenleaf.

Prego.

Grazie.

Uh, which floor?

Down.

To the right.

Down.

You mentioned
Thomas Ripley when we spoke,

but I don't think you said
how it is you know him.

This is about Tom?

He stayed with Dickie
in Atrani for a while.

I see. So you got to know him there.

Well, as much as I cared to.

Why do you say that, if I may ask?

Tom is one of those people
who takes advantage of people.

He took advantage of Dickie.

In what way?

He came to Italy,
moved into Dickie's house.

Never paid for anything,
and he just wouldn't go away.

Yet, that's exactly what he has done.

No, he hasn't.
He's in Rome, as I told you.

Still hanging around wherever Dickie is.

But Dickie... Okay, I will call him that.

He is not in Rome.

I'm sure Tom's
just waiting for him to get back,

so he can keep using him.

Clearly you don't like Thomas Ripley.

I don't like saying
bad things about people, but no.

Did he have something to do
with Freddie's murder?

Would that surprise you?

You know what? It wouldn't.

Dickie said they met in Naples a while ago
and Tom really didn't like him.

He told me the same thing.

But about Signor Ripley,
Dickie says he's a very good person.

He says the same to me.

I have no idea why.

He knows what Tom is.

He wanted him to leave,
to leave him alone, to leave us alone.

We talked about it.

Why did you lie to me
about seeing Ripley in Rome?

- What?
- He's not in Rome.

Not now, and not when you said he was.

Yes, he was. I saw him.

You saw him,

and he was staying
on Via dei Coronari, or so you said.

Or so I said?

I checked every hotel
and pensione on Via dei Coronari.

Thomas Ripley stayed at none of them.

Well, that's what he told me.

He probably lied.
It wouldn't be the first time.

Now why would he lie about that?

Because that's what he does.

He's a liar. It's his profession.

Signorina, you sent me
on a useless errand.

I don't have time for that.

I have a lot to do.

Well, I'm not lying.

What are your plans?

What do you mean, my plans?

In Italy.

Honestly, I'm thinking about going home.

To New York?

Minnesota.

You cannot.

Excuse me?

You must remain in the country
until I inform you otherwise.

May I see your passport?

Why?

So I can notify l'Immigrazione
in case you think I'm not serious.

Am I some kind of suspect in this?

I assume you have it with you.

Thank you for coming
to Roma to speak with me.

I apologize that I cannot
have my officer drive you back to Atrani.

You will have to take the train.

And the bus.

Prego.

Dear Mr. Cavanach.

In regard to your letter
concerning my January remittance,

I signed the check in question myself
and received the money in full.

If I had missed a check,

I would of course
have informed you at once,

and can assure you
there has been no fraud.

Sincerely, Richard Greenleaf.

- Here.
- Grazie.

Add it to my bill, thanks.

Cash please, sorry.

Grazie.

You can leave it here.

No, grazie.

I'll take it to the post office.

Ah.

È urgente.

- Just business.
- Ah.

The pen.

Signor Greenleaf.

Lieutenant Enrico Ferrara, Palermo Police.

Yes, how can I help you?

Perhaps we could speak in private.

Of course.

This way.

Down.

I received a call
from Ispettore Ravini in Roma.

You are familiar with him?

We've met.

He says you have a habit
of not answering telephones.

I've received no calls from him.
I don't even have a phone here.

You did at the hotel
you told him you would be at.

I had to change hotels.

And you must inform him
if you changed hotels.

This was the understanding.

You did not,

which created investigatory work
for me on his behalf.

I planned on informing him today.

I can call him now,
if there's a phone upstairs I can use.

No need.

Well, I don't understand.

Why would he call me
and not want me to call him back?

Because he wants to
see you in Roma.

He apologizes
for interrupting your vacation,

but he has some important questions
concerning a friend of yours.

I've already told him
everything I know about Frederick Miles.

He knows that.

I really have nothing more to say
about him that would be helpful.

It's not about Signor Miles.

He wishes to speak to you
about Thomas Ripley.

What about him?

You have not read the papers?

Not today.

Ispettore Ravini would like you
to travel to Roma immediately.

And he added that...

"Failure to present yourself
to him in a timely manner

will force him to take certain measures

that will be inconvenient
for both him and you."

So...

May I tell the inspector
you will be in Roma tomorrow?

There is a ferry to Napoli tonight.

Yes.

Good.

I will relay it.

Arrivederci.

- Grazie.
- Prego.

Something wrong?

I have to leave.

I know I'm booked
for the rest of the week.

Uh, sorry.

It's all right.

You decided to leave, so.

Do you have the ferry schedule there?

Ferries. Yes.

Where to?

Is there one tonight to Tunis?

To Tunis. Let's see. Right.

Allora... Mm-hmm.

Cagliari...

Naples...

Tunisi... Napoli...

Genoa...

Sì.

No.

Uh...

Hold on...

Mmm...

Yes, Tunis. At 9:00 tonight.

Ah, bene.

Okay, then, I'm leaving now.

You can prepare my bill.

Certo, signore.

Grazie.

I'm okay.

Sì. Sì.

Dear Signora Buffi,

I hope this letter finds you well.

And I apologize that I am writing it

instead of talking to you
about this in person.

Naples.

- Uno?
- Sì.

2,000 lire.

I've decided
to give up the apartment.

Prego.

- Grazie.
- Buon viaggio.

I love it.

And I appreciate all you did for me

to make it feel like home.

But I'm not coming back to Rome.

- Grazie.
- Next.

Buongiorno.

One bag.

- Prego.
- Grazie.

- Buongiorno.
- Venezia, prima classe.

1,200 lire.

Grazie.

Arrivederci.

Buongiorno.

Una valigia.

- Grazie.
- Prego.