PURPLE NOON
There!
200 miles in 56 minutes - Not too shabby.
I'd have preferred a pressurized four-engine pIane.
What now?
I don't know a soul here, besides Freddy.
I won't visit that clown.
Check it out.
Terrific!
Do four more.
I sign.
I, the undersigned...
I countersign...
and validate by signature.
Marge wiIl be furious.
We should've told her we were going. - Then we'd never have gone!
Make it up to her, offer her a book on Fra Angelico.
- But that's what she's writing. - She can just copy it!
- Freddy! - Philippe, my boy!
How are you?
I've forgotten their names.
Miss... I don't know.
How are things? - Fine. Sitwith us.
I don't care for your paI.
You're wrong, he's a Iot of fun.
He can do anything: be a butIer, cook, accountant, helicopter piIot,
even forge signatures!
To me, he'sjust a loser.
Don't start that again.
- Hello. - Hello.
- Get that Fre AngeIico before it cIoses. - I'm off.
- Come on, Iet's go. - Come sit.
Just wait a sec!
Rome isn't much fun when you don't know anybody.
Didn't you bring Marge?
Don't even start! It was Tom's idea.
Tom, Tom. You're like a broken record!
I hadn't seen him for five years.
He admitted he didn't come here by chance.
Tom isn't here to see the sights,
he's been hired by Daddy
to bring me back to San Francisco!
No kidding?
- He gets $5,000 on deIivery. - $5,000?
We Iaughed our heads off, ask Marge.
Your father's paying a guy $5,000 to bring you home?
Here he comes.
Good job.
What do you do for a Iiving besides this?
Nothing.
And you?
Nothing. But l have my own dough.
He has his, and l have other peopIe's.
- But he hates to spend his! - stop squabbling!
Gotta go. I'm late and the girIs are waiting.
Don't forget, we meet up in Taormina nextweek.
- Okay. -What did l just say?
"I'm late, they're waiting, see you in Taormina nextweek."
Good boy. See you then.
-Adieu! - Bye!
Hey, you!
- Yes, sir? - You pay.
At your service.
800.
- All right. - Thanks.
Let's go.
Why bother having money when you can spend other people's?
Easy for you to say, with your dad's miIIions!
- Hey, l'm inviting you to Taormina. - You mean you're inviting me to wait.
Excuse me!
Give him 500 lire.
I'm out of money.
I've only got 10,000 lire biIls.
Oh. welI. Here's10.000 lire.
For that, you deserve the cane.
What a beautifuI white cane!
- You've got a beautiful cane. - Thanks.
Would you sell it to me?
lmpossible, sir!
Can't you see? l actually am blind.
He says he's really blind.
l'll give you 20,000.
Then how will l get home?
A taxi only costs 500, but he'd rather give up 20,000.
- Then give him 500 more for a taxi! - I don't have any change.
For the taxi.
And here's 20,000.
- lt's nice! - BeautifuI.
Nice!
Here, entertain me!
- l'm poor too. - But you're not bIind.
Right, I can see.
I can even see my $5,000 in your dad's pocket.
Did you write to say we're returning to San Francisco?
Of course!
Marge's love makes you blind.
Neverforget, a bIind man is protected...
safe from danger and all obstacles.
Bastard!Watch where you're going!
Taxi!
See? PerfectIy safe.
But it was a close caIl!
- Hold this. - Taxi!
What are you doing?
This is gonna be funny!
HoId on.
Watch this.
Are you alI right?
Can l help you?
Where are you going?
Let's go.
Wait.
Which way?
-We haven't eaten for three days! - Starving, ma'am.
- Feed us meat, potatoes, beer. -Why not caviar?
- Perhaps the Iady can't afford it. - 'Course she can.
- Now what are you up to? - Just trying to recognize your face.
Oh, you!
Let's go!
Quit it! This is my Iady.
- You're not BeIgian? - BeIgian?
- You're not blind? - No, why?
And I fell for it!
My darIing...
Give me your cane.
I want to try it.
- lmpossibIe, sweetie. -We might be willing to seII it.
You're sharks!
How much? - 30,000 lire.
40,000 lire.
Okay, here's 30,000. Not a penny more!
Thank you, ma'am.
Stop here, driver.
Wait for me.
I'Il take a Iittle stroIl to see how it feeIs.
Driver, take us to the Carecha CIub!
Boris!Stretch!Stand taIIer!
Not on pointe! Breathe when you Ieap!
You adore this girl, don't you? - Yes, Mama.
She's beautiful, right? Keep your shoulders down.
There they are.
WeII, welI.
You're a fine sight.
AIl is vanity!The rest is ash!
- Yes, yes. - Even baIIet!
Get him out ofhere, pIease. Lay him down somewhere.
Our patron of the arts is drunk!
What about our ballet?
How dare he get married five days before opening night!
How are you?
We didn't do it.
We found him snoring on the docks, so we brought him back.
Go dance with Marge!
Whoa!Fine!
We brought you a souvenir.
Expect me to say thank you?
Thank you!
We went to Rome with Enrico for a drink.
What's the big deaI?
You even missed O'Brien's wedding.
They seem to have managed without us.
Don'tworry. I'll be there for ours.
The cover might be stained, but the inside is perfect.
Stop it!
Not even a phone call. Nothing.
Want to go see Freddy in Taormina?
By the way, he says hi. Don't pout!
- Do you even reaIize? -What do you want me to say?
What's gotten into you?
Marge, my love, my angeI.
Beat it!
Fine.
Marge...
My love...
My angeI.
You know l adore my little Marge
and I'Il never folIow the nasty man Daddy sent.
My love for Marge bIinds me.
Take off my things.
I was just fooling around.
Those my shoes?
Are you nuts?
I'd better check my mail at the hoteI.
Right.
Philippe!
Your father wrote me.
Listen to the end:
"Philippe never mentioned coming home.
Despite your claims, he doesn't plan on coming home in September.
Sorry, Tom, but you seem to have faiIed.
Your mission is over. SincereIy..."
You didn't write to say we were coming, like you promised?
HeIlo, gentIemen.
- How much wouId you like this time? - The usual.
- $1,500? - On the nose.
At 618 lire to the dolIar,
that makes 927,000 lire.
Great.
It's over. I'm screwed.
What if we made a short stop in San Francisco?
Maybe your dad wouId give me the $5,000.
sure, we'II go.
Thanks.
I'm screwed. It's over.
We'll spend this in style in Taormina.
How much?
You're not bringing that trunk on board!
All my stuff's in here. My pajamas, everything.
You'll sleep naked! Just the small bag.
Take this to Hotel Miremar.
Hey!No shoes on deck!
Here!
Here.
- Bye, Philippe. - Bye, Ingrid.
Be carefuI.
I'Il be thinking ofyou.
-We're off! - Bye, Tom.
See you soon, Ingrid.
And we're off!
Hoist the foresaiI!
That one!
PuII!Now tie it off!
- l don't know how! - Over there!
Give me that!
You know, we don't have to stay long in Taormina.
No, sir.
Last night, l cabled your father that we were coming.
That's what we agreed in Rome.
Yes, sir.
Lunch time!
No, thanks.
lt reminds me of your 15th birthday party.
That boat ride!
Without you, I'd have drowned.
We sure had fun.
I worshipped the ground you waIked on.
His father disapproved of us being friends.
I wasn't distinguished enough.
Which is ironic,
since he's the one who sent me here.
He thought l was too smart...
for a poor kid.
To look distinguished,
which is a low-class ambition,
never use a meat knife with fish.
What's more, knives aren't held like that.
Like this.
Just trying to heIp.
Can you steer a course?
I think so.
160 degrees, south, southeast.
southeast.
We'lI bring up your coffee.
l wouldn't accept haIf of what you put him through.
It's fun, seeing how much he'lI take.
- Stop being so nasty. - Don't feeI sorry for him.
AIl he cares about is money.
lf that's what you think, why'd you go to Rome with him?
Are you bored being withjust me?
DarIing, are you crazy?
If you are, l'd rather leave now.
Where?
My love, don't be silIy.
Listen,
he'll be the one leaving.
Right away, if you Iike.
Then it'lI be just the two of us.
Like before.
Are you nuts?
Give me a hand!
Jump!She'lI scrape the huII!
- Jump! We'Il tow it! - I can't! l'm afraid!
- Of what? - The sea!
I don't give a damn! It's your fauIt, now jump!
Philippe!
PhiIippe!What are you doing?
That'll teach you!
A little taste of exiIe.
Marge!
The dinghy is gone.
Tom!
He's got terrible sunstroke.
This time, you went too far.
What kind of game are you playing with him?
Were you Iike that when you were 15?
Strange kids.
He's not a chiIdhood friend.
He made it up.
I've never seen him before.
He's amazing!
Are you sure you're not mistaken?
I don't think so.
He's chiIIy. Go get his sweater.
BANK OF VENICE --ACCOUNT# 5908
BALANCE
I Iike you, so I don'twant to hurtyou.
When we get to Taormina...
- lt'd be better if I Ieft? - Yes.
He's not Iike this when we're alone.
BeIieve me, going home is what's best for you.
l'm sorry. Do you understand?
Pertectly.
I understand you Iove a Philippe that doesn't exist.
The sweater?
He's too sick.
Cover him with blankets.
That'Il do.
You okay?
Yeah.
You know,
I meant it as a joke, but it went wrong.
Forget it.
lt's myfauIt-- I have this stupid fear of the water.
No, it's my fauIt.
How's the sunburn?
Getting better.
Nine of spades.
ActualIy, didn't you want to kiII me when you got out of the dinghy?
Not when l got out, but a few times before.
How very interesting...
-What did you say? - Nothing!
We'rejoking.
That's why you took my bank statements?
Exactly.
so you kill me, and you're rich?
Don't miss a trick, do you?
It seems awfuIly compIicated.
You'd get caught immediateIy. - Not necessariIy.
I might not look it,
but l've got Iots of imagination.
She's Iistening. Quick, say something, anything.
- Eight of spades, eight of hearts! -A voyage.
Ah, Taormina, Etna!
- PhiIippe! - The stick and the...
- Carrot! - Carrot!
PhiIippe.
Yes.
Philippe!
Yes!
Come here. I need your opinion.
Listen.
- To what? - The new preface.
"Fra Angelico can be considered a Iink
between Gothic painting and Renaissance painting."
- Haven't l read that before? - Justwait.
Maybe later. Now's not a good time.
- See? You don't care about my work. - Of course I do!
You don't love me.
What's your probIem?
My feeIings fo ryou have nothing to do with Fra AngeIico!
- You mock everything l do. - Oh, boy.
First, that's nottrue.
second, caIIing Fra AngeIico a "link' is quite tactless.
Pardon me. - And this?
Is this tactfuI?
What's that?
-A souvenir from the CoIiseum? - lt's not from there.
Don't start this again, I beg you.
Don't ruin everything! I love you and you know it!
Now Ieave me aIone! - It's that easy?
Everything l do is dumb, but you do great things!As if!
At Ieast I do something. - You calI that work?
l do. And if it bothers you, I can easily do it eIsewhere!
- Fine!Off you go! - PhiIippe, don't touch that!
- Go work somewhere eIse! - Don't do it!
Get the heII out!
- Marge. - No!
Marge.
What's going on?
What's wrong, sweetie? - Bring me ashore.
-What? - Bring me ashore.
She wants to go ashore.
Fine!
I don't understand.
Ifyou want me to go...
Okay.
Marge!
Where are you going?
I don't know.
To MongibelIo?
Maybe.
Marge.
Thanks.
I'm going to MongibelIo.
I can't leave her like that.
Nowthatwe're aIone,
Iet's resume our Iittle chat. - With pleasure.
Assuming you kiII me.
Okay.
Then what?
- l bury you reverentIy. - And then?
Faking your signature, I sign your Ietters of credit.
- lt's notthat easy! - l learn quickly.
Of course.
The earring.
Was it you? - No.
Come on, don't lie.
Okay, I admit it.
We'lI settle that Iater.
I caught you in front of the mirror imitating me.
Do it again.
I said, "Marge. My love, my angeI.
That nasty man will never separate us.
I won't go back to San Francisco and he won't get his $5,000.
l won't allow anything to stand between us."
The stakes: the watch myfather gave you against $2,500.
Poker. One hand only.
Bringing me back would've gotten you twice that.
We're not going to san Francisco?
I love Marge.
Let.s do it.
One card.
Well?
Flush.
Damn!Two pair.
I'Il write you a check.
You cheated to lose.
You broke up a three of a kind.
I won't be bought offso cheapIy.
$2,500 isn't bad.
smaIl change.
Even $5,000 doesn't interest me.
I can have it alI.
How?
I have a plan.
Imitate my signature.
Do it.
It takes practice.
Like l said, I'Il learn.
Even if you fake my signature, you'd never manage a whoIe Ietter!
I'd use your typewriter.
They are easiIy identifiabIe.
What if I throw it overboard?
What then?
That'd be naughty of you.
It's yours.
Marge!
Miserable wretch.
Marge?
Philippe!
I thoughtyou were Philippe. Where is he?
- Philippe! - Marge.
He's not here.
He didn'twant to come back?
Thanks, Tom.
I'm glad you're here.
Did he go off with Freddy?
Is he in Rome?
I'm babbling.
Why didn't he come back?
Is he still angry?
Yes.
WilI he be gone Iong?
You must know if he took his things.
TeIl me, Tom, please.
He didn't take anything.
He asked you to get his things.
You don't Iook very proud of your job.
I won't run after him.
His bathrobe.
The rest is in the boat.
Miss!l saw the boat.
l have mail for Mr. Greenleaf.
- Thanks. - Bye.
He Ieft his boatwith you?
He never let anyone use it.
Just like him.
Takes the typewriter and forgets his pajamas.
I'Il get changed.
Get going.
I'Il go with you. Philippe shouId get this Ietter immediateIy.
He owes 500,000 lire for the boat and l'm broke.
I'm really stuck.
I'm going back to Paris.
Be reasonabIe.
Give me the Ietter, I'Il make sure he gets it.
No.
HOTEL PARADISE
Mr. Ripley! Your passport.
Thanks.
Even if you're seIling it, you stilI owe us 500,000 Iire.
PIus, you want an advance.
I'Il have to speak to the director.
Sign this, pIease.
It's a sales agreement for your boat.
It's too late in the season to fetch a good price.
- Sure... l'll send it to you. -As you wish.
You're stiIl in MongibelIo? - No, Rome.
At the Hotel Excelsior.
- Good-bye, Mr. GreenIeaf. - GreenIeaf.
I reserved a room. PhiIippe GreenIeaf.
Mr. GreenIeaf.
FilI outthe registration form, pIease.
If anyone caIIs, l'lI be in my room. Philippe Greenleaf.
Hello?
Marge?
Philippe? Where are you?
- Rome. -Where are you staying?
Write me at the American Express. I wanted to hear your voice.
- l'm coming. - No!
Why are you hiding from me? We need to talk.
It's better if we don't see each other for a whiIe.
- ls she a brunette? - Don't start that!
- The same as last time? - Stop, or l'll never see you again.
l hate you.
l cheated on you, l slep twith Tom.
- What? - l sleptwith Tom.
Slept with Tom!
- Anything eIse? - You owe the boatyard 500,000 lire.
As for me, l'm broke. l'm going back to Paris.
Are you crazy I order you to stay!
l'm returning to Paris if l have to crawl there!
Marge!
My dear Marge,
- Did you see him? - He gave me a letter for you.
What's he doing in Rome?
Who's he seeing?
Does he look happy?
I don't know.
It's not like we're bosom buddies.
I see him occasionaIIy.
Don't lie to me.
Marge!
You've changed, too.
I just don't get it.
If you wrote to me, would you type it?
And wouldn't you just sign your first name?
He's still angry.
Calm down.
It's so dull and flat, Iike he were dead.
You two were clashing. Why does he praise you so much?
I trust you.
Swear that he's not in San Francisco.
Come on, Marge!
Sorry.
You're my only linkto Philippe.
If you Iost contact with him, l don't know what l'd do.
Are you crazy, Marge?
Our Iittle soap opere must be boring you.
Have you been to NapIes?
I'II show you around the old town. You'lI love it.
We'lI go to American Express to cash the check.
I'Il get changed.
- Coming in? - l'Il wait here.
I'Il be right out.
Tom!
- Can l buy you a drink? - Sure. Let's go to the old town.
Let's go.
I want to write Philippe. You'll give it to him?
I'Il go for a stroII in the meantime.
Mr. Greenleaf!
I'Il getthe keys. HeIIo, sir.
-Welcome back. - l reserved 12 rooms.
- Pick up the keys at that desk. - Thank you.
Mr. Greenleaf!
- Mr. Greenleaf! - l haven't seen him.
- You haven't? - No.
Did you hear? PhiIippe is here!
Mr. Greenleaf!
Telephone.
Boris.
Booth 5. Mr. Greenleaf.
He's in room 423. l must teII Marge at once.
You stay here.
- PIace a calI to Mongibello 224. - Yes, madam.
lt's about your sail boat. l received your sales order.
Are you sure you want to sell? - Yes.
- Hello? - Yes.
- Booth 8, madam. - Thankyou.
I've rented an apartment.
My address is 90, via Savoia.
-Via Savoia? - ExactIy.
- Thanks and good-bye. - Good-bye, Mr. Greenleaf.
Come in!
- The newspaper. - Thanks.
You'll love it here.
I hope so.
l always say, changing the curtains changes the whole room.
Gianna!
Coming!
l never have a moment's peace.
- Looks nice, doesn't it? - Beautiful.
- Mind if l rearrange the furniture a bit? - Whateveryou want.
- The lamps, too? - Sure.
Okay.
- There's a wire. - Ofcourse there is.
Doesn't matter.
Dear Marge,
We might as well end it.
Come in.
What's she want now?
Howdy!
Oh, it's you.
Where's Philippe?
- He went to lunch. -Where?
I don't know the name, that pIace on Piazza deI PopoIo.
I'Il catch up with him. He's stilI traveling?
Did he just get here or is he leaving? - l don't know.
-And how are you? - Fine.
How'd you get his address?
The shipyard.
I've got a boat too.
What are you doing here?
I dropped by to say hi.
Check out these paintings!
He Iends you his shirts now? - Yes.
I was out of cIean shirts.
Philippe and Marge, they're on the rocks, right?
-Who told you that? - l sensed it in the air...
Did he realIy chuck her manuscript in the sea?
Philippe!Not here.
Disgusting!
He's a sweII guy, but why's he hiding?
- He's not. - Yes, he's hiding out.
Okay, he's avoiding Marge. That's understandable.
But he stood me up in Taormina without even a postcard.
I'm not Philippe.
I'm off to Piazza deI PopoIo, and I realIy hope l find him.
You're writing his break-up note?
- No. Why? - l thought l heard someone typing.
ln fact,
Marge is in Rome at Hotel deIla Minerva.
Any message for her? - No.
Good-bye.
Even the same shoes! UnbeIievable.
Mr. Greenleaf!
- ls that Mr. Greenleaf? - Of course.
l'll bring it up.
Tom, you're quite a prankster!
Hey!
Didn't you see the sign?
You can't park here.
ls this your car?
You can go.
l don't know.
Hey!
Was the chicken good? - Verygood.
Make an effort, buddy! Help me out!
Wait a second...
Philippe is the kiIler!
I had nothing to do with it.
Not a thing.
- Manager? - Yes?
Does Mr. Greenleaflive here?
Yes. Who are you?
Police.
- Has he lived here long? - Only a couple weeks.
- Does he ever have visitors? - No one, never.
- What floor is he on? - Fourth floor.
Thanks.
Go around behind the building.
l have a couple bags to put in the trunk. l'll tell you where.
- There theyare. - Fine.
And hurry, please.
- l'd like to make a withdrawaI. - Certainly, sir.
Go see the teller.
- l'd like10 million lire. -10 milIion lire?
Passport, please.
Fine, Mr. GreenIeaf, I'Il take care ofit.
Sign here, please.
I'Il only be a moment.
You only have $475 left in your account.
Yes, I know.
Your passport.
PIace a call to 86-27-17.
I'Iljust pick up my maiI first.
Thanks.
Booth 2.
Hello, Philippe?
Yes?
ls that you, Philippe? lt's Tom.
Tom who?
Ripley.
ls Mr. Greenleafout?
Giovanni, take this down.
Mr. GreenIeaf isn't here.
Why don't you drop by? He'll be back in10 minutes.
UnfortunateIy, l don't have time.
TeIl him I just arrived in Rome and he can reach me at Hotel Paradise.
- Which hotel? - Hotel Paradise.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Come in.
May l?
Excuse me for disturbing you.
I'm Inspector Riccordi.
Hello.
PIease sit down.
What did I do? - Don't worry.
I just wanted to taIk to you.
What's this about?
- Have you read the morning paper? - Not yet.
An American named Freddy Miles was murdered.
Freddy?
Did you know him?
Yes, he was a friend of PhiIippe's.
I saw him often in MongibeIIo.
I'Il fiIl you in on the circumstances of the murder later, Mr. Risley.
I can't believe it.
Is PhiIippe GreenIeaf a friend of yours?
Yes.
- Have you known him Iong? -Yes, l guess.
l met him in San Frencisco and saw him again in MongibelIo.
-Where is Mr. GreenIeaf? - Rome, l guess.
- Have you seen him recently? - No, l was traveling.
Where?
Here and there, the Lake District.
I just arrived and won't stay Iong.
l'll need you in Rome for a fewdays, Mr. RisIey.
It's "RipIey."
- Can I see your passport? - No. it's down at reception.
Were Freddy and Mr. GreenIeaf on good terms?
Could he be bIackmaiIing him? - No.
Anyway, Marge knew him better than me.
Who's Marge?
A friend of Philippe's. WelI, his fiancée.
Tomorrow, we'll need you to come identify the body, Mr. Risley.
Do you think Mr. GreenIeaf could have kiIled Mr. Miles?
Not in a miIlion years.
TlMETABLE
Do you recognize him?
Yes. lt's still such a shock.
- Did he have enemies? - Him? No. He had a good heart.
He was a nice boy.
My nerves are shattered. lt's going to haunt me.
I'm sorry Mr. GreenIeaf won't bejoining us.
- Have you heard from him? - No news.
-What aboutyou? - No.
- Do you think he's hiding? - Hiding from who?
It was just a question.
He was seen leaving his apartment with Mr. Miles.
They were plastered.
l wonder which one was holding the other up?
You dance and dance, darling.
What's the point? You saw him.
We are nothing. Ashes. Dust.
Be more prudent, darling, especiaIly right now!
Sit over there.
And you here.
Spaghetti for aIl and a bottIe of Ruffino.
No, two!
- Marge - -What a time to pull a disappearing act!
He's out of his mind! What will the police think?
- You mean PhiIippe? - Of course!
If he's innocent, didn't murder anyone --
- Murder? - DarIing, such things do happen.
I'm sure he's innocent.
You shouldn't even have to say that.
Honey, l think it's so revoIting!
It's my nature, l adore peopIe.
l'm appalled that poor Philippe, who's probably off with some...
Skirt-chasing isn't as bad as murder, right?
He has no idea he's a suspect, a wanted man!
- He'll turn up sooner or Iater. - How do you know?
- Marge. - What?
You still Iove him.
In your letteryesterday, you wrote, "No matterwhat, l'll always be yours."
-What letter? - The one l received.
Yesterday morning.
The Ietter l sent Philippe?
- Marge. - Yes.
I saw Philippe yesterday, but l swore not to telI.
He gave you that Ietter?
He didn't want you implicated if it was found on him.
- He couId have burnt it. - He couIdn't bearto.
Whisper.
Forgive me, l couIdn't help reading it.
Here it is.
O'Brien always said, "MiIes wilI die a vioIent death!"
Because he loathed him!
- Freddy was such a funny guy. - How he made PhiIippe Iaugh!
And PhiIippe, can you believe it? I adore that poor boy!
I knowwhere Philippe is.
He can't check in to a hoteI. He spentthe night in the street.
Where is he?
MongibeIlo. He tookthe train this morning.
What did l teIl you? l'm famished.
Thankyou.
Dearest Mother,
I've decided to end my Iife. PIease forgive me.
I wish all mythings to go to Marge, whom l love.
Your son,
FOR MARGE
Philippe!
PhiIippe, buddy!
Wake up!Wake up!
Open up, PhiIippe!
Love to, buddy, but l've gotwork to do.
What?
You've neverworked in your Iife!
- Come on, open up! - No.
I'Il break down the door!
O'Brien. don't be an idiot!
Excuse me, miss. PoIice.
After you.
Come in.
Who is it?
Mind if I come in?
It's not nice to lie.
You didn'ttell me you saw Philippe.
I didn't lie.
You knewwe were looking for him and that he was in MongibeIIo.
I could arrestyou forwithholding information.
Don't worry. l'm actuaIIy a nice guy.
May l have a gIass ofwater?
Sure.
I keep coming back to you.
It must be intuition.
What do you mean?
The nose knows.
We're like bIoodhounds.
You said you'd visited ltaly?
Yes.
The Iakes, Turin, MiIan, Pisa, Florence...
That's right.
Yet there's no trace of you in any hoteI.
I sIept in my car.
Saves money.
Greenleaf kiIled Miles.
The fingerprints in MiIes's car
match those found in Greenleaf's apartment.
We nearly caught Philippe Iast night in MongibeIlo.
He vanished, Ieaving behind a wilI.
Either it's all an act...
or he kiIIed himseIf.
But my nose says...
Can l Ieave Rome now?
As long as you stay in ltaIy,
you're free to go.
Enjoy your trip.
- Hello, Mr. Ripley. - Hello, Raphael.
Take the bags to the Miremar, okay?
For you.
Thanks, sir.
If I understood correctIy, it didn't make a cent.
Boris was marveIous!
Audiences must be blind.
For five miIlion, we can start alI over again!
Five times three makes 15 million.
We could do it for 13.
Maybe even 12.
Hello, Tom. - CongratuIations on the baIlet.
- How are you, Tom? - Not bad.
Have a seat.
- What brings you here? - Not much. l'm visiting ltaly
and since I was in the area, l decided to pay Marge a visit.
She's become a recluse.
What?
We haven't seen her for over two weeks.
She refuses to see anyone.
She'lI neverget over it.
Did you know Philippe left her all his dough?
- Really? - Such a strenge boy!
He treated her atrociousIy,
then leaves her his fortune!
Maybe he wanted to make amends.
Her parents were scandaIized when they found out.
They're at their wits' end.
One doesn't take a girI from her parents then leave her in such a mess!
- The old man's coming. - What oId man?
Philippe's father.
He wants to see Marge and "settIe" this whoIe thing.
I see.
It's impossible to see Marge?
I doubt she'Il Iet you in.
I'd better be going.
Good-bye.
Don't get up. l know the way out.
Marge, my love, my angeI.
How considerete ofyou to mourn Iike this
for Freddy.
None of this wouId have happened.
He wouIdn't have kiIIed himseIf if I'd gone to Rome.
Be serious, Marge.
You convinced me not to go.
Philippe didn't Iove you.
That's a lie! His wilI proves it.
But it's onIy a wilI.
Marge,
you know l'm right.
Otherwise, he'd have married you.
Maybe it's not.
Maybe this isn't the right time to say it.
I feel so cIumsy.
I'm going back to America.
I came to say good-bye.
Tom!
Stay.
Play.
For me.
Anybody home?
Who is it?
She's down at the sea. Can l help you?
Hello.
This is Mr. Lee, he's interested in buying your boat.
Nice to meet you.
Miss?
You forgot your appointment! Mr. Greenleaf is here.
I totalIy Iost track of time.
- What? - Mr. Greenleafjust arrived from NapIes.
What a fiasco, I'm going to be Iate.
-Why did he come? - To seII the boat.
I have to be there.
-Want to come? - No, l'd rether stay here.
When he finds outyou're here, he'Il want to see you.
Mr. GreenIeafis a good man.
He said, "ln Iight of your situation,
I'Il advance you the fuII amount of his estate,
no matter what's decided."
I'Il wait for you here.
See you Iater.
Waitress!
Yes, sir?
- Are you okay? - What?
-Are you feeling okay? - lt'sjust the sun. lt's so bright.
Other than that. l've never feIt better.
Give me a drink. - What do you want?
- The best you've got. - Sure.
The best.
OnIy the best.
Let's check out the boat.
ln perfect condition.
A fine vessel.
It's just a formality, miss.
I'm sure the huIl is solid.
No repairs wiIl be needed.
No!
Madam?
Yes?
Come here.
- What do you want? - Do you know him?
Yes.
- Call him. - What for?
- Say he has a phone call. - What phone call?
Just tell him. Do as l say. Go on.
- Why? - Go.
Mr. Ripley!
Phone call!
THE END