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{y:i}From the silence
{y:i}From the night
{y:i}Comes a distant
{y:i}Soul|{y:i}Surrendering your soul
{y:i}The heart in you not whole
{y:i}For love
{y:i}For love
{y:i}Walked out
{y:i}Cast into the dark
{y:i}Branded with a mark
{y:i}Of shame
{y:i}Of Cain
{y:i}[Man Narrating]|{y:i}If I could just go back.
{y:i}If I could rub everything out,
{y:i}starting with myself.
{y:i}Starting with borrowing|{y:i}a jacket.
Oh, such fleeting|paradise
Such innocent|delight
To love
Be loved
A lullaby
Then silence
- [ Woman ] Frances, that was lovely.|- I'm so glad. Thank you.
[ Man ]|Congratulations.
Marvelous.|Most enjoyable.
Herbert Greenleaf.|My wife, Emily.
Thank you.|Tom Ripley.
- How do you do ?|- You were at Princeton.
Most likely you'll know our son,|Dick. Dickie Greenleaf.
{y:i}[Emily] I couldn't help|{y:i}noticing your jacket.
Class of'56.
How is Dickie ?
{y:i}[Frances]|{y:i}We've enjoyed meeting you.
I do hope that you'll|come out and see us.
- Thank you. That's very kind.|- Both of you.
- Herbert ?|- Yes, yes. I very much hope so.
Of course, Dickie's idea|of music is jazz.
- Oh, dear.|- He has a saxophone.
To my ear,|jazz is just noise.
Just an insolent noise.
- Very nice to meet you.|- And you.
- Sir.|- We'll see you at the shipyard.
- I hope to.|- Good.
I have to run !|I'm very late !
- Ah, you were great !|- You were great.
Darling couple,|aren't they ?
Yes, they are.|Exceptional young man.
- Thanks a lot for the jacket.|- Thanks for filling in for me.
Take care of that wrist.|Bye, Fran.
Believe me.|Buy I.B.M. now, before it splits.
You'll make yourself|a fortune.
You think so ?
[ Chattering, indistinct ]
{y:i}[Mr. Greenleaf] Youíve probably|{y:i}heard Dickie's been living in Italy.
Mongibello.|South of Naples.
No kind of place|at all.
- Good morning, sir.|- Frank.
Marge,|his young lady,
is supposedly writing|some kind of book.
God only knows|what he does.
By all accounts, they spend the whole|time on the beach or in a sailboat.
That's my son's talent--|spending his allowance.
Could you ever conceive|of going to Italy, Tom ?
Persuade my son|to come home ?
{y:i}I'd pay you...
a thousand dollars.
Well, I have always wanted|to go to Europe, sir, but--
Good. Now you can go|for a reason.
{y:i}[Man Vocalizing]
[Jazz ]
Count Basie.
{y:i}Duke Ellington ?|{y:i}I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.
Dizzy Gillespie.
{y:i}My funny Valentine
My funny Valentine.
{y:i}- [Man, Woman Arguing.: Faint]|{y:i}-Sweet, funny Valentine
I don't even know|if this is a man or a woman.
{y:i}-[Continues]|{y:i}- [Crashing]
{y:i}[Arguing Continues]
Charlie Parker ?
Charlie Parker.|I know it. It's Bird.
Yes !
{y:i}-[Ends]|- Ugh.
- Here. I'll take it.|- Thanks.
That thousand bucks|should come in handy.
- Yes, sir.|- I'll get that.
- Thank you.|- Sir. You're gonna have a great trip.
{y:i}Mr. Greenleaf is personal|{y:i}friends with the Cunard people.
{y:i}[Opera.: German]
I can tell you, the Greenleaf name|opens a lot of doors.
[ Horn Sounding ]
{y:i}[Man Speaking Italian|{y:i}Over P.A. ]
{y:i}- [Ripley] Do you speak English ?|{y:i}- [Man] What you name, please ?
{y:i}- Ripley.|{y:i}- Follow me. No problem.
- Here, Signor Ripley.|- Okay.
Uh, there.|That one.
- This one.|- Wait, is that all ? Count them.
{y:i}Attenzione.|Just one suitcase, Signor Ripley ?
- Si.|- Attenzione.
[ Man Speaking Italian ]
[ Italian ]
- What's your secret ?|- Excuse me ?
No, itís just that--|You are American, aren't you ?
No, itís just that--
I have so much luggage,|and you're so, um, streamlined.
It's, you know,|humiliating.
[ Italian ]
I'm Meredith,|by the way.
- Hello, I'm Dickie.|- Meredith Randall.
- Um, Dickie Greenleaf.|- Hello.
You're not|the shipping Greenleafs.
Oh, trying not to be.
Trying to jump ship.
So, uh, did they put|your cases in the wrong pile ?
Itís just that, uh,|you were in the "R" stand.
I thought|I saw you there.
My father wants me|back in New York.
He builds boats.|I'd rather sail them.
So I travel|under my mother's name.
- Which is--|- Emily.
I'm just kidding.
You know,|the funny thing is,
I'm not Randall either.
I'm Logue.
- As in--|- As in the textile Logues.
Trying to|shrug off the dress.
- I travel under my mother's name too.|- Randall.
- So, Rome, Rome, Rome.|- Oh.
- We're partners in disguise. Bye.|- Bye.
[ Shouting in Italian ]
[ Driver Singing in Italian ]
[ Chattering in Italian ]
[ Italian ]
{y:i}[Bus Motor Starts]
- [Bus Drives Away]|- [Women Chattering]
{y:i}[Ripley Speaking|{y:i}Italian Slowly]
{y:i}ďThe fiancťe has|{y:i}a face. ď
{y:i}[Resumes Speaking Italian]
[ Italian Continues ]
{y:i}ďThis is my face. ď
[ Italian ]
{y:i}[People Chattering in Italian]
{y:i}[Woman] So I guess you didn't|{y:i}look at my new chapter.
I will, Marge.|I promise.
Itís just been too hot.
If I make dinner at my place tonight,|maybe you could look at it then.
Dickie Greenleaf?
- Who's that ?|- It's Tom. Tom Ripley.
Tom Ripley ?
- We were at Princeton together.|- Okay.
Did we know each other ?
Hello.|Well, I knew you, so...
I suppose|you must have known me.
Princeton's like a fog.
America's like a fog.
This is Marge Sherwood.|Tom-- Sorry, what is it ?
- Ripley.|- How do you do ?
How do you do, Marge ?
- What are you doing in Mongi ?|- Nothing.
Nothing much.
{y:i}Just passing through.
- Passing through ?|- Yeah.
You're so white.
Did you ever see a guy|so white, Marge ?
Gray, actually.
Itís just an undercoat.
- Say again ?|- You know, a primer.
That's funny.
{y:i}Margie likes that|{y:i}'cause she's so white too.
Yes, I do,|and you're not funny.
You should come and have lunch|with us before you go.
- Yes, Dickie ?|- Sure, anytime.
I don't remember him.
That's so funny.
Silvana ! Hey !
I've been looking all over for you.
{y:i}Whereíve you been hiding ?
Today you're looking for me. Where've|you been the rest of the week ?
You're always working.|Come on. Get on.
{y:i}With the American girl ?
- Hold on to me.|- I hate you.
- Huh ?|- I hate you!
{y:i}[Marge]|{y:i}Did you suddenly forget where I lived?
I know. I'm late.|I'm a swine.
- It's 4:00.|- I just woke up.
- Ohh.|- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- You just woke up.|- Fausto and I took the boat out.
We were fishing, and then it was dawn,|and we caught absolutely nothing.
Mmm, yes, well,|we ate everything without you.
- We ?|- Yes.
- Tom Ripley's here.|- Who ?
- Tom. Hello.|- Hi.
-Hello.|-How are you? Thought you'd disappeared.
- We were gonna send out a search party.|- No.
- No, still here.|- Tom was telling me about his journey.
{y:i}[Giggling] Made me laugh so hard|{y:i}I almost got a nosebleed.
- Is that good ?|- Shut up.
I'm sorry.|I'm sorry.
I'm despicable.|But I love you.
- Do you love me ? Do you love me ?|- I'm intruding.
Can you mix|a martini ?
- Sure.|- [ Sighs ] I'll do it.
- Ohh.|- I make a fabulous martini.
[ Laughing ]
Everybody should have|one talent. What's yours ?
Forging signatures,
telling lies, impersonating|practically anybody.
That's three. Nobody should have|more than one talent.
{y:i}Okay,|{y:i}do an impression.
- Now ?|- Yeah.
[ As Mr. Greenleaf]|The only talent my son has...
{y:i}is for cashing|{y:i}his allowance.
- What ?|- Oh, I like to sail.
Believe me,|I love to sail.
- Instead, I make boats.|- Stop !
- Other people sail them.|- It's too much !
You're making all the hairs|on my neck stand up.
Oh, yes. Jazz.|Oh, jazz. Let's face it.
Itís just, uh--|Itís just insolent noise.
I feel like he's here.
- Horrible, like the old bastard's here.|- Good.
That's brilliant.
Brilliant !|How do you know him ?
Oh, I met him in New York.
Marge !|Marge, this is scary.
You've got to hear this.|Meet my father,
Herbert Richard Greenleaf l.
Pleasure to meet you.|Dickie's made a fine catch.
- Uncanny !|- I know Emily thinks so.
- I don't get it.|- It's uncanny.
Could you ever conceive|of going to Italy, Tom,
{y:i}and, uh, bringing him back ?
- What ?|- I'd pay you.
If you would go|to Italy,
persuade my son to come home,|I'd pay you a thousand dollars.
{y:i}[Dickie]|{y:i}Iím never going back.
To actually hire somebody|to come all the way here...
to drag me back home--
Got to be a little|insane, doesn't he ?
- Ciao, Fausto.|- [ Italian ]
- This is Tom.|- Ciao, Tom.
[ Italian ]
- I'm never going back.|- No, I think--
Your mother, her illness,|I think that's--
It's got nothing to do|with my mother.
She's had leukem--|This is what makes me boil about him.
He wants me back.|He wants me back.
- It's got nothing to do with my mother.|- Look, I don't know--
Go back.|Go back to New York.
Or call him, if you can find|a telephone that works,
and tell him wild horses wouldn't|drag me back to him or his shipyard.
- Hi, Tom.|- Hi.
Marge, Tom's saying good-bye.
Oh, I'll come down.
So, uh, did you|speak to my father ?
Oh, you were right...|about the telephones.
- I told you.|- There are no lines.
- There's some problem.|- That's Italy.
Tom. You're off ?|What are your plans ?
Oh, back, I suppose,|as slow as I can. Oh !
This bag !
Hey.|You like jazz.
I love jazz.
This is the best.
Baker, Rollins.
Marge says she likes jazz,|but she thinks Glenn Millerís jazz.
- I never said that !|- [Tom] Bird.
Thatís jazz.
Bird ? Ask me|the name of my sailboat.
I don't know. What's the name|of your sailboat ?
Look ! Look !|{y:i}Bird !
{y:i}[Marge]|{y:i}Which is ridiculous. Boats are female.
Everyone knows you can't|call a boat after a man.
- He's not a man. He's a god.|- Okay, we're going to Naples.
{y:i}There's a club--|{y:i}It's not a club, it's a cellar.
-It's vile.|{y:i}-Yes, it's vile. You don't have to come.
It's great. It's-- It's great.|You're gonna love it.
How are you ?
{y:i}-[Ends]|{y:i}- [People Applauding]
Oh !
[ Italian ]
That'd be cool.|Bring him up.
[ Italian ]
Tom Ripley !
Come on !|Get on up here !
- Yeah !|- [ Italian ]
I'll tell you when|to join the chorus.
Come on.
Okay.|Together !
[ Italian ]
{y:i}[Dickie] I bumped into|{y:i}an old friend from Princeton,
- a fellow called Tom Ripley.|- [Keyboard Clacking]
{y:i}He says he's going to haunt me|{y:i}until I agree...
{y:i}to go back to New York...
with him.
What time is it ?
- Oh, God.|- ďGo back to New York with him. ď
- Here--|- You always type your letters ?
- That should be two T's.|- I can't write, and I can't spell.
It's the privilege|of a first-class education.
Your room's|upstairs at the back.
I think Ermalinda|made up the bed. Ermalinda !
[ Both Speaking Italian ]
- This is so good of you.|- Don't say it again.
Now that you're a double agent|and we're going to string my dad along,
what if we were to buy|a car with your expense money ?
- Okay.|- Great.
- Hello, Tom.|- Hello.
Marge, Marge,|what do you think ?
Little Ciquencento|with my dad's money ?
Oh, please, Dickie.|You can't even drive a car.
- [Tom] You can't even drive.|- What we need urgently is an icebox.
What do you think ? Agree with me,|and I'll be your friend for life.
- I absolutely agree with Marge.|- Hmm.
Icebox. Icebox.
{y:i}[Bell Tolling]
{y:i}[Marge]|{y:i}So, what, is he gonna move in with you ?
It'll just be for a little while.|He can be-- He makes me laugh.
{y:i}- Okay, darling.|{y:i}- Promise you'd say ?
- No, I like him.|- Marge, you like everybody.
{y:i}Don't like you.|{y:i}[Chuckles]
{y:i}Then I'll go to your place|{y:i}and you can move in with Tom.
[ Imitating Marge ]|I like him.
[ Imitating Dickie ]|Marge, you like everybody.
[ Imitating Marge ]|No, I like him.
[ Imitating Dickie ]|Marge, you like everybody.
{y:i}[Dickie] Now you'll find out why Miss|{y:i}Sherwood always shows up for breakfast.
It's not love.|It's my coffee machine.
{y:i}[Marge] Ever since Ermalinda|{y:i}showed him how to make his own espresso,
{y:i}he feels like quite|{y:i}the grownup.
-I bought the coffee machine.|{y:i}-[Marge] Oh, darling, is that for me ?
This is for Tom,|because he didn't complain.
{y:i}[Tom]|{y:i}That ring is superb.
Oh, Tom, I love you.|See ?
Ooh ! I had to promise,|capital "P," never to take it off.
-Otherwise, I'd give it to you.|-Isn't it great ? I found it in Naples.
I had to bargain for it|for about two weeks.
I hope it wasn't cheap,|Marge.
- Oh, it was.|- [ Chuckles ]
I have to get a birthday present for|Frances, so perhaps you could help me.
- Who's Frances ?|- My fiancťe.
Engaged ?|You're a dark horse, Ripley.
- Who is she ?|- Your parents met her.
Oh, God.|Oh, I can just imagine.
"If only Dickie|would settle down.
Doesn't every parent|deserve a grandchild ?"
{y:i}Oh, God.|{y:i}Never. Never.
I swear on your ring, Marge,|I'm never going back.
- [ Tom ] Say when to pull.|- [ Dickie ] Pull now. Pull.
It's not pulling.|I'm doing it wrong.
- Better now, huh ?|- Okay, okay, okay.
We'll make a sailor|of you yet.
You're doing really well.
- All right. Bar's open.|- Yes, please.
- Hey, can we sail to Venice ?|- Sure. I love Venice.
"See Venice and die."|Isn't that right ? Or is it Rome ?
- Is it Rome ?|- I have to see Venice.
You do something and die, don't you ?|Okay. Venice is on the list.
And Rome.
Do you ski ?
Ah, no, no.|Don't tell me.
You're a lost cause.|That's the next thing to deal with.
{y:i}Christmas, weíre planning|{y:i}a skiing trip to Cortina.
- Excellent skiing. Excellent. Marge.|- Yes ?
{y:i}Unbelievable.|{y:i}Tom can't ski either.
- We'll have to teach him that too.|- Thank you.
{y:i}Such low class, Marge.|{y:i}Does this guy know anything ?
Good thing we're not|getting married soon.
We'd have to invite Tom|on our honeymoon.
{y:i}[Marge] Oh, I hated New York.|{y:i}That whole Park Avenue crowd.
{y:i}So I fled to Paris|{y:i}to work on my book.
And I was always going|to this cafe in Monmartre...
with Jean-Jaques.
And Dickie would play|"My Funny Valentine."
{y:i}It was only later that I found out|{y:i}he only knows about six songs.
Anyway, I looked forward|to seeing him, I suppose.
[ Speaking Italian ]
{y:i}[Men Chattering in Italian]
Hey, hey, Signor Greenleaf !
{y:i}You're not at my place by 7.:00,|{y:i}Tom and I are running off together.
- Okay, fine.|- [Man] Oh, Dickie !
[ Indistinct ]
Oh, hold on.|Hold on.
Silvana, Silvana
You make me smile
I need|to talk to you.
- [ Dickie ] You're breaking my ribs !|- What ?
You're breaking my ribs !
But don't
Change a hair for me
Not if you care
{y:i}For me
Stay, little Valentine
Each day
Is Valentine's Day
Ohh !|[ Kisses ]
I could fuck this icebox,|I love it so much.
So, what did you actually|do in New York ?
Played piano in a few places.|I told you.
Well, that's one job.|You told me a lot of jobs.
Few places.|That's a few jobs.
The mysterious Mr. Ripley.
Marge and I spend|hours speculating.
Anyway, I don't even want|to think about New York.
Are you ready ?
- Cold beer. Thank you, Dad.|- Okay.
Copy out from here.
- You bring this with you to Europe ?|- You gonna write something ?
{y:i}I love the fact that you brought|{y:i}Shakespeare with you but no clothes.
Ermalinda says you wash out the same|shirt every night. Is that true ?
No. I have more|than one shirt.
She can do that for you.
Anyway, just wear|some of my stuff.
{y:i}Wear anything you want.|{y:i}Most of it's ancient.
Now your signature.
Not Dickie.|Your signature.
Without the glasses,|you're not even ugly.
I don't need them|because I never read.
- How do I look ?|- Like Clark Kent.
- Now Superman.|- Superman.
- Okay.|- I know.
{y:i}It's like a kid's. See this, the ďSĒ|{y:i}and the ďTĒ ? Fine, vulnerable.
That's pain.|That's secret pain.
Well, that must be a very deep secret,|'cause I don't know about it.
Hmm. There's nothing more|naked than your handwriting.
See how nothing's|quite touching the line ?
- That's vanity.|- Well, we certainly know that's true.
[ Dickie ]|Do you have any brothers ?
{y:i}No brothers,|{y:i}no sisters.
Me neither.
Nor does Marge.
All only children.
What does that mean ?
Means we've never|shared a bath.
And I'm cold.|Can I get in ?
I didn't mean|with you in it.
Get in. I'm like|a prune anyway.
It is me.|It's an old picture.
Every time ! "Is it you ?|It doesn't look like you."
God !
Letters-- Greenleaf|and for Ripley.
Ooh. Fran. "I miss you.|When are you coming home ?
Stop telling me what|an incredible time you're having.
- How much you love Dickie.|- Whoo !
And Marge|and Mongibello."
And this one, I think,|is from your father.
{y:i}[Dickie Vocalizing: Jazz]
- Let me see it. What does he say ?|- He's getting impatient.
He wants me to reassure him that you're|going to be home by Thanksgiving.
You've got to get|a new jacket. Really.
{y:i}You must be sick|{y:i}of wearing the same clothes.
I can't. I can't keep spending|your father's money.
I love how|responsible you are.
{y:i}My dad should make you|{y:i}chief accountant or something.
{y:i}Or when I take over,|{y:i}which is never, I will.
Okay. When you take over,|which is never, I'll accept.
Let me buy you a jacket. When we|get to Rome, there's a great place--
- Battistoni.|- Battistoni.
[ Italian ]
{y:i}Roma, we're taking Tom|{y:i}to Roma
Weíre going to a-Roma
[ Chattering in Italian ]
{y:i}Buongiorno.|Nice sweater.
Where do we get|a carrozza for the Forum ?
- Can we just hire any of them ?|- Relax.
Relax !
Itís just there's so much|to do in a single day.
The most important question is where to|eat. I hope Freddie made a reservation.
Freddie ?
Freddie.|Freddie Miles.
Freddie's organizing|the Cortina skiing trip.
Oh, here he is.
[ Tires Screech ]
- Frederico !|- Comestai ?
- [ Italian ]|- [ Italian ]
Oh, God, don't you want to fuck|every woman you see just once ?
- Only once ?|- Absolutely. Once. Ciao.
- Tom Ripley, Freddie Miles.|- Tom.
I mean, hey, if I'm late,|think what her husband's saying.
- You look gorgeous.|- As always.
So, mangiare.
{y:i}Si. I got us a table|outside at Fabrizio's. Tommy.
{y:i}[Dickie]|{y:i}Outstanding. I tell you,
- I'm so cabin-crazy with Mongi.|- I know. I was there.
{y:i}Look, Tom, we got to go to a club|{y:i}and meet some friends of Freddieís.
The best thing is, if you want|to be a tourist, grab a cab now,
{y:i}and I'll meet you|{y:i}at the railway station.
What club ?
Freddie's arranged it|with some of the skiing crowd.
Come if you want, but I thought|you wanted to go sightseeing.
I do, and then maybe get the jacket|and what have you.
Dick !|You gotta hear this.
Listen, just take|one of mine when we get back.
Don't worry about it.
Come on !
{y:i}Ciao.|Have fun, okay ?
You said to make sure you didn't|miss the train. Leaves at 8:00.
[ Snickers ]
Have a good time.
See ya, Tommy.
[ Whistles ]
{y:i}[Whistle Blows]
{y:i}If I meant|{y:i}anything to her
{y:i}I'd be brave, and hereís|{y:i}the song I'd bring to her
{y:i}I'd sing to her
May I be the only one
To say I
Really fell in love|the day I
First set eyes on you
- May I|- What are you doing ?
Oh. I was just|amusing myself.
- Sorry.|- I wish you'd get out of my clothes.
- Do you have my shoes on too ?|- You said I could pick out a jacket--
Did you get undressed|in your own room ?
Thought you missed|the train.
{y:i}Freddie drove me back|{y:i}in his car.
- Is Freddie here ?|- He's downstairs.
I was just fooling around.
Don't say anything.|I was just fooling around.
{y:i}[Freddie]|{y:i}God. A corduroy jacket in Italy.
- [Marge] Good morning, Tom.|- Morning.
- [ Chuckles ]|- Come join us.
{y:i}Hey. I want this job|{y:i}of yours, Tommy.
I was just saying,|you live in Italy,
you stay at Dickie's house,|you eat Dickie's food,
{y:i}you wear his clothes,|{y:i}and his father picks up the tab.
{y:i}[Chuckles]|{y:i}If you get bored,
you let me know,|'cause I'll do it.
{y:i}- I'll do it.|{y:i}- [Dickie] To the mainland!
You really should go in.|It's marvelous.
I'm fine.
[ Dickie Shouting ]
Are you okay ?
The thing with Dickie--
It's like the sun shines|on you, and it's glorious.
And then he forgets you|and it's very, very cold.
So I'm learning.
When you have his attention, you feel|you're the only person in the world.
That's why|everybody loves him.
{y:i}It's always the same. Whenever|{y:i}someone new comes into his life--
Freddie, Fausto,|Peter Smith-Kingsley.
He's wonderful.|Have you met him ?
Especially you.
And thatís just the boys.
[ Dickie,|Freddie Shouting ]
Come get him !|Come get him !
Tell me, why is it|that when men play,
they always play|at killing each other ?
{y:i}[Dickie] He's drowning me!|{y:i}He's drowning me!
- I'm sorry about Cortina, by the way.|- What about Cortina ?
Didn't--|Didn't-Didn't Dick say ?
{y:i}[Sighs] He spoke to Freddie,|{y:i}and-and apparently...
it's not going|to work out.
{y:i}It's because|{y:i}everyone else can ski,
{y:i}and it affects|{y:i}where you stay, and--
[ Dickie ]|Come on, Freddie.
At least stick around for|the Festival of the Madonna.
{y:i}- The whole town comes out--|{y:i}- I donít think so.
{y:i}I have my own, uh, Madonna back in Rome.|{y:i}Why donít you come back with me ?
A lot of ladies.|Ooh.
[ Chuckles ]
- Oh, God.|- You want to take over ?
Yeah, sure.
Just point her at Capri.|Avoid the rocks.
Where are you going ?
Marge maintenance.
{y:i}[Marge, Dickie Murmuring]
[ Marge ]|Don't.
[ Scoffs ]
- [ Marge ] Dickie--|- [ Dickie Moaning ]
{y:i}Tommy.|{y:i}How's the peeping ?
Tommy,|how's the peeping ?
{y:i}Tommy, Tommy,|{y:i}Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
{y:i}[Chanting, indistinct]
{y:i}[People Applauding]
{y:i}[Chanting Continues]
{y:i}[Chanting Continues]
[ Screaming in Italian ]
[ People Shouting ]
Is someone getting|an ambulance ?
- Is someone getting an ambulance ?|- [ Wailing ]
{y:i}[People Chanting]
{y:i}[Chanting Continues]
[ Shouting, indistinct ]
What's the fight about ?|That's her fiancť, isn't it ?
- I don't know. Why are you asking me ?|- Are they blaming him ?
How can it take an hour|to find an ambulance ?
She was already dead, darling,|wasn't she ? So I suppose--
I don't know why people say|this country is civilized.
- Dickie !|- It isn't. It's fucking primitive.
I'll go see|what's the matter.
I'll go.
{y:i}[Tom]|{y:i}I know why youíre upset.
I know about|Silvana, Dickie.
I know about|you and Silvana.
What about us ?
You don't have|to clean up ! Really !
- Like what ?|- Forget it.
She was pregnant.|Did you know that ?
Silvana was pregnant.
{y:i}Do you know what that means|{y:i}in a place like this ?
I'm prepared|to take the blame.
- What are you talking about ?|- You've been so good to me.
You're the brother I never had.|I'm the brother you never had.
{y:i}I would do anything|{y:i}for you, Dickie.
She came to me for help.
She needed money.
I didn't help her.|I didn't help her.
{y:i}Now sheís drowned herself,|{y:i}and it's my fault.
I'm not going|to say anything--
{y:i}to Marge, to the police|{y:i}or anybody.
It's a secret|between us, Dickie.
And I'll keep it.
{y:i}[Tom Reading] ďDear Tom.|{y:i}in view of the fact Dickie shows...
{y:i}no more signs of coming home than|{y:i}before you went--Ē blah, blah, blah--
"I hope that the trip has|afforded you some pleasure...
despite the failure|of its main objective.
You no longer should consider yourself|obligated to us in any way."
Can't blame him.
{y:i}You could hardly expect this|{y:i}to go on forever, Tom.
Well, you can write again.
- Especially now we're brothers.|- I can't.
How can l,|in all decency.
{y:i}You said it yourself.|{y:i}Itís my dad's money you're spending.
We've had a great run|though, haven't we ?
Well, we'll still go to Venice.|We could stick to that plan.
I don't think so, Tom.
{y:i}You canít pay|{y:i}your own way, can you ?
{y:i}Itís time we all moved on.
I'm sick of Mongi.|Especially now, with everything--
I really want to move|to the north.
I need to check out|San Remo next week.
{y:i}Find somewhere new|{y:i}to keep the boat.
It would be great, though,|if you came with me to San Remo.
There's a great jazz festival.|We could say good-bye in style.
What do you think ?
Our last trip !
{y:i}[Speaking Italian]
Why do you do|that thing with your neck ?
What thing ?
On trains, you always|do that thing.
Spook-- k-k--|k-k-- k-k--
[ Imitating|Jazz Percussion ]
[Jazz ]
Oh !
Didn't I tell you|San Remo was crazy ?
This is more like it !|Come on !
[ Ends ]
To Mongibello|and the happiest days of my life.
To Mongi.|You're cheerful tonight.
I'm suddenly quite happy|to be going back.
Did I know you|at Princeton, Tom ?
I don't think I did,|did I ?
- Why are you asking all of a sudden ?|- No reason.
Because you're leaving, I guess.|I don't think you were there.
- Why ?|- I mean it as a compliment.
You've got|such great taste.
Most of the thugs at Princeton|had tasted everything and had no taste.
I used to say,|"the cream of America: rich and thick."
Freddie's|the perfect example.
Then I'll take it|as a compliment.
I knew it !|I knew it.
Marge and I had a bet.
Do you even like jazz,
or was that|for my benefit ?
- I've gotten to like it.|- Oh, yes !
{y:i}Iíve gotten to like everything|{y:i}about the way you live.
It's one big love affair.
If you knew my life|back home in New York--
I'm thinkin'|of givin' up the sax.
What do you think|about the drums ?
- What ?|- So cool.
I'm gonna rent a boat tomorrow,|take a look around.
This is how I found|my place in Mongi.
Took a boat out...
around the bay,
first thing I liked,
I got it.
- Whoa !|- Come on, Dickie. Donít go crazy.
- Dickie. Slow down !|- [ Laughing ] Hold on.
Wait a minute !|It's gonna tip ! Oh, God !
Stop it ! Somebody !|Somebody ! Stop it !
[ Shouting ]
Oh, I love it here !
I love it here !|I'm gonna move here !
[ Imitating Cymbal|Percussion ]
I want to tell you|my plan.
- So tell me.|- Well, I thought...
I'd come back in the new year|under my own steam.
- Really ? To Italy ?|- Of course.
And I figured,|just for argument's sake,
say I got a place.
Or say we split|the rent on a house,
I could get a job,|or, better still,
if I got a place in Rome,|and then when we're there,
we could be there, and when we're here,|we could be here.
- I don't think so.|- Particularly with the Marge problem.
You just blame me.
- Marge and I are getting married.|- How ?
- How ?|- Yesterday, you were ogling girls.
Today you're getting married ?|That's absurd.
- I love Marge.|- You love me. You're not marrying me.
- Tom, I don't love you.|- No, I don't mean that as a threat.
To be honest, I'm-Iím a little|relieved you're going.
I think we've seen enough|of each other for a while.
- What ?|- You can be a leech !
You know that !
{y:i}And... itís boring.
You can be quite boring.
The funny thing is,|I'm not pretending...
to be somebody else,|and you are.
-Boring.|{y:i}-Iíve been absolutely honest with you...
about my feelings.
- Boring.|- But you-- First of all,
I know there's something.
That evening, when we played chess,|for instance, it was obvious.
- What evening ?|- It's too dangerous for you to take on.
{y:i}Oh, no, no.|{y:i}We're brothers.
Hey. And then you do this sordid thing|with Marge-- fucking her...
{y:i}on the boat, while we|{y:i}all have to listen,
{y:i}which was|{y:i}excruciating.
And you follow your cock around like a--|And now you're getting married.
{y:i}No, Iím bewildered.|{y:i}Forgive me.
You're lying to Marge and then|you're getting married to her.
You're knocking up Sylvana, ruining|everybody-- You want to play the sax.
You want to play the drums. Which is it,|Dickie ? What are you actually--
Who are you ? Huh ?|Some third-class mooch ? Who are you ?
Who are you to say|anything to me ?
Who are you|to tell me anything ?
Actually, I really, really do|not want to be on this boat with you.
- I can't move without you moving.|- Shut up. Shut up.
It gives me the creeps.|You give me the creeps.
- You shut up.|- I can't move without "Dickie, Dickie,"
Like a little girl|all the time.
Shut up !
Oh, God, Dickie.
- God's sake.|- Oh-- Oh God !
Okay. Okay.
We have to get you-- Okay--|[ Screams ]
I'm gonna kill you !|Kill you !
[ Screaming ]
You're dead !
Stop ! Stop !|Please ! Please !
- [ Screaming ]|- Stop it ! Stop !
- Dickie, let go !|- Iíll kill you!
Stop ! Stop !|Stop !
Stop ! Stop !|Stop !
[ Panting ]
Hi. Can I have|my key, please ?
Of course.
You must be very cold.|Uh, Signor Greenleaf, yes ?
No. I'm--
{y:i}[Keyboard Clacking]
- Hello, Marge.|- [ Screams ]
Tom !|[ Chuckles ]
You startled me !
- Sorry. How are you ?|- You're back!
- Your book going well ?|- Yes.
I'm on a good streak,|thank you.
I was just...|Looking at you. So quiet.
[ Chuckles ]|Where's Dickie ?
I think he's planning on staying|in Rome for a few days.
Rome ? Ahh.|Did he say why ?
I don't understand Dickie.|Your guess is as good as mine.
What does that mean ?
Oh, one day I'm invited skiing,|the next day I'm not.
{y:i}One day, we're one family,|{y:i}then the next day he wants to be alone.
{y:i}You tell me.
Is that what he said ?|He wants to be alone ?
He was thinking of you.|He asked me to deliver this.
Thank you.|[ Chuckles ]
{y:i}He knows|{y:i}I love this.
- But why it couldn't have waited. I--|- Errand number one.:
deliver Marge's perfume.
Errand number two:
pack some clothes|and his precious saxophone.
How long is he staying for ?
Search me.|I guess we're abandoned.
Goddamn it !
[ Tom ]|Are you okay?
{y:i}There was a letter from Dickie|{y:i}in with my perfume.
You realize it's more|than just a few days.
He's thinking of moving to Rome.|[ Sniffles ]
{y:i}The thing is,
the night before|he left, we--
we talked about|moving together...
{y:i}somewhere north,|{y:i}and I suppose I...
put some pressure on him|about getting married.
I just--|[ Sobs ]
I just might have|scared him off.
There's a side to him...
when our heads|are on the pillow...
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 youíre right.
{y:i}Grazie.|Checking in.
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.
{y:i}- [Phone Buzzes]|{y:i}- 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.
{y:i}[Tom] And Iíd like to have|{y:i}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.
I-- I feel like|I've been handed a new life.
The truth is that if youíve 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 ]
{y:i}[Meredith] Because my friend|{y:i}Mr. Greenleaf, Signor Greenleaf and I,
{y:i}are on a little spending spree.
- [Man] I see.|- We're behaving very badly.
{y:i}Oh, I love Italian money. So dark.|{y:i}Doesn't make you feel guilty.
- Gr-r-razie.|- Thank you.
I don't want too many large bills.|No one will change them.
{y:i}Tutto bene,|Signor Greenleaf.
[ Counting in 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 ?
been trying to give|my tickets away.
It's tomorrow. But if|you were prepared to be dragged--
You could drag me.
[ Opera: Italian ]
{y:i}[Shot Fires]
{y:i}[Body Thuds]
{y:i}[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.
- 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 traveling, and I just can't|seem to get that far north.
Well, you should hurry,|before we sink.
{y:i}Look, let me give you|{y:i}the telephone number.
There. Oh, look.|There's Meredith.
{y:i}Meredith. What's her name,|{y:i}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 donít just dump people.|- [Bell Rings]
{y:i}Look, will we see you later,|{y:i}or are you with people ?
- Uh, I can't later.|- Well, how about tomorrow ?
{y:i}Yes, uh,|{y:i}maybe in the morning ?
Do you know Cafe Dinelli|at the Piazza di Spagna ?
- I know the Piazza. What time ?|- 1 0:30 ?
- We'll be there.|- Okay.
So I'll see you|in the morning, Marge ?
{y:i}10.:30 ?|{y:i}Very nice to meet you.
{y:i}[Peter]|{y:i}And you.
Come on.
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 ]|Don't worry, please.
Don't worry.
You're such a pal|to understand. I--
It's like Marge is here|right now. I look at you,
{y:i}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. 1 0:30 ?
- 1 0:1 5.|- Okay.
{y:i}[Bell Tolling]
{y:i}[Tolling Continues]
[ Italian ]
[ Chattering, indistinct ]
- [ Peter ] Grazie.|- Peter ?
{y:i}Hello.|{y:i}It's Meredith Logue.
{y:i}[Peter] Of course it is.|{y:i}Meredith, hello. Sorry.
- I was half asleep. How are you ?|- How are you ?
This is Marge Sherwood.|Meredith Logue.
How do you do ?
{y:i}Do join us, wonít you ?|{y:i}Weíre just waiting for a friend.
I-- 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.
{y:i}I told you.
Marge, I don't know you,|so I've got no right to--
Dickie loves you.|He's-- Well--
I think youíll 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|1 5 minutes ago, so, uh,
I'm gonna go now,|I think.
God, unless he meant us|to meet.
{y:i}Thatíd be a little cruel,|{y:i}wouldn't it ?
{y:i}No, no, we're|{y:i}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.
{y:i}No, there is nothing to prevent you|{y:i}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.
{y:i}You okay ? You look like|{y:i}youíve 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,|thatís 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.
- Sheís been seeing something of Dickie.|- Oh, my God.
{y:i}But the point is,|{y:i}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 ]
[ Italian ]
{y:i}[Choir Singing|{y:i}in Italian]
{y:i}[Knocking At Door]
- [Knocking]|- [Piano: Stops]
- [Knocking]|- Dickie, come on. It's me.
It's Freddie.|Let me in.
Hello, Freddie.|It's Tom.
{y:i}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.
I-l 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--
{y:i}The landlady said|{y:i}he was here right now.
Search the place.
I-l 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 ?
{y:i}He was supposed to come skiing.|{y:i}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 ?
{y:i}It's such an out-of-the-way apartment.|{y:i}Can I fixyou 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 ?
{y:i}It doesn't|{y:i}look like Dickie's, uh--
It's really horrible,|isn't it ?
{y:i}It's so, uh, bourgeois.
Oh, that's a, uh--|You should-- Watch that.
Excuse--|Excuse me.
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.
{y:i}Somethingís 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.
{y:i}Is it on della Croce|{y:i}just off the Corso ?
{y:i}Sure. You're|{y:i}a quick study, arenít you ?
Last time you didn't know|you ass from your elbow.
Now you're giving me directions.
{y:i}Thatís not fair. You probably|{y:i}do know your ass from your elbow.
I'll see you.
{y:i}[Door Opens, Closes]
[ Italian ]
{y:i}[Freddie]|{y:i}No Dickie Greenleaf. Thomas Ripley.
{y:i}Ciao, Dickie.
Dickie doesn't|play the piano.
{y:i}[Freddie Groaning]
{y:i}[Tom Grunting]
{y:i}[Man And Woman Chattering]
Oh ! [ Laughs ]|You're making me laugh.
No. Youíre just so drunk.|Oh. Youíre just--
What can you do, eh ?|You should see my other friends.
- What canyon 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. I--
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.
{y:i}So, the doctor, he has to make|{y:i}the, um--
- [ Italian ]|- [ Italian ]
- Postmortem.|- 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.
[ Chattering ]
[ Italian ]
[ 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.
I-- I said some things|I shouldn't have said and l--
About you. About the appalling way|he's treating you, all of us.
{y:i}And the next thing I know,|{y:i}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 !|{y:i}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 fiancťe.
I really don't want|to see anybody.
- Even your fiancťe ?|- Even her.
{y:i}[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.
{y:i}I donít remember|{y:i}the exact date.
- When did you last see Signor Ripley ?|- A few days ago.
- Does he stay with you here ?|- No.
Here is a pattern.|Two days ago,
Freddie Miles is dead,|hmm ?
{y:i}He leaves your apartment,
and he's murdered.
Yesterday, a little boat|is found in San Remo full of rocks.
{y:i}And the owner tells the police|{y:i}it was stolen on November 7.
{y:i}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 people.
Thirty-one, yeah.
[ Italian ]
- Marge Sherwood.|- That is Miss Sherwood now.
Let her in.
Let her in.|What's the difference ? Let her in.
No ! Actually--|Actually, no.
I would-- I would|really appreciate it...
{y:i}if you would ask Miss Sherwood|{y:i}to come back later.
[ Italian ]
Thank you.
May I ask you--
Why would you speak to your friend|and not your fiancťe ?
Well, l--|I think I just said.
{y:i}Um, Mr. Ripley was|{y:i}handling some business for me.
{y:i}Nor does Mr. Ripley|{y:i}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.
{y:i}But you-- No one has seen|{y:i}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.
{y:i}[Siren Wailing, Distant]
[ Sighing ] I look forward|to our next meeting.
Hmm ? When I will be|more careful with my English.
{y:i}[Roverini] Ah. I have a witness|{y:i}who thinks they saw two men...
{y:i}getting into Mr. Miles' car.
{y:i}And she wants to identify you|{y:i}in a confronto.
Lineup. Tomorrow, then ?
Uh, tomorrow.
[ Chuckles ]
- Buon giorno, Miss Sherwood.|- Buon giorno.
{y:i}He's in, but I really don't think|{y:i}he wants to meet anybody.
Dick ?
Dickie ?
{y:i}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.
{y:i}That's one thing|{y:i}I know you're guilty of.
And I don't know why.|[ Sobbing ]
I don't know why.|I just don't know why.
{y:i}[Footsteps Receding]
{y:i}[Typewriter Keys Clattering]
{y:i}[Thunder Rumbling]
{y:i}[Tom's Voice]|{y:i}My dear Tom.
{y:i}Iím getting out of this.
{y:i}Freddie's death. Silvana.
{y:i}Iíve thought about going to the police,|{y:i}but I canít do it.
{y:i}I canít face it.
{y:i}I canít face anything anymore.
{y:i}I canít face anything anymore.
{y:i}I wish I could give you|{y:i}the life I took for granted.
{y:i}[Typewriter Bell Dings,|{y:i}Clattering Continues]
{y:i}You've always understood|{y:i}whatís at the heart of me, Tom.
{y:i}Marge never could.
{y:i}I suppose that's why|{y:i}Iím writing this to you,
{y:i}the brother I never had.
{y:i}The only true friend|{y:i}I ever had.
{y:i}in all kinds of ways,
{y:i}you're much more like the son|{y:i}my father wanted.
{y:i}I realize you can|{y:i}change the people,
{y:i}change the scenery,
{y:i}but you can't change|{y:i}your own rotten self.
{y:i}Now I can't think what to do|{y:i}or where to go.
{y:i}Iím haunted by everything|{y:i}Iíve done and canít undo.
{y:i}Iím sorry.
{y:i}Iíve made a mess of being|{y:i}Dickie Greenleaf, haven't I ?
{y:i}Tom !
I'll see you over there !
{y:i}[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 traveling under your passport.
I know. It's ridiculous.
{y:i}[Man Shouting in Italian]
[ Shouting Continues ]
{y:i}[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...
{y:i}let Dickie disappear|{y:i}when he was, um,
{y:i}the only suspect|{y:i}in Freddieís murder.
[ Italian ]
In Rome,|about three weeks ago.
I knew that one.
Um--|[ Italian ]
[ Italian ]
Are you a homosexual ?|Interesting non sequitur.
- No.|- Oh.
By the way, um, officially|there are no Italian homosexuals.
Makes Michelangelo and|Leonardo very inconvenient.
Eh ?
Tell him...|I have a fiancťe.
And Dickie has a fiancťe.
And that Freddie Miles|probably had a string of them.
[ Italian ]
{y:i}Mamma mia.|[ Italian ]
- [Inspector Laughing]|- [ Chuckling ]
- What did he say ?|- He says "so many fiancťes."
[ Italian ]
{y:i}Heís asking... if you|{y:i}killed Freddie Miles...
{y:i}and then killed Dickie Greenleaf.
No ! No, I did not kill Freddie Miles|and then kill Dickie Greenleaf.
{y:i}Is he accusing me ?|{y:i}Ask him if he's accusingme.
The way it works here,|it's better to be less volatile.
- But itís absurd!|- [ Italian ]
[ 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 youíre|playing "Knees Up, Mother Brown."
I keep wanting to do that.
Fling...|the door open.
Just let the light in,|clean everything out.
If I could take a giant eraser|and rub out everything,
starting with myself--
{y:i}The thing is, Peter, if--
- Hmm ?|- If--
No key, huh ?
{y:i}[Boy Singing in Latin]
[ Continues ]
- Marge.|- Peter.
- So good to see you.|- Hello, Marge.
- 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 ?
{y:i}I donít 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.
{y:i}It's better than trying|{y:i}to squeeze into my room.
{y:i}And I know|{y:i}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.
{y:i}[Bell Tolling]
{y:i}[Tom]|{y:i}Mr. Greenleaf?
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.
{y:i}The police are amateurs.
{y:i}Well, my boy, it's come|{y:i}to a pretty pass, hasn't it ?
What is the detective|hoping to find in San Remo ?
{y:i}Heís being thorough.|{y:i}Iím 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.
{y:i}-[Continues]|{y:i}- Good. This theory,
{y:i}the letter|{y:i}he left for you.
{y:i}The police think that's|{y:i}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.
{y:i}Perhaps this afternoon.|{y:i}Would you mind?
Marge, what a man may say|to his sweetheart...
and what he'll admit|to another fellow--
Such as ?
[ 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.
{y:i}We all want to sow|{y:i}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.
{y:i}- [Knocking]|{y:i}- [Freddie's Voice] Dickie.
{y:i}[Dickie's Voice] You can be a leech.|{y:i}You can be quite boring.
- [Tom's Voice] Stop it !|- [Dickie's Voice] It's boring.
- [Knocking]|- [ Voices Overlapping, indistinct]
{y:i}[Tom Screaming]|{y:i}Stop, stop, stop !
- Stop, stop, stop !|- [Freddie's Voice] Tommy, Tommy.
{y:i}[Dickie's Voice]|{y:i}Like a little girl.
- Like a little girl.|- [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.
{y:i}You know, we were banging|{y:i}on that door forever.
- 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.
{y:i}- [Knocking At Door]|{y:i}- [Marge] Tom ?
Marge, I'm in the bath.|I won't be long.
{y:i}Tom, I have to speak to you.|{y:i}Itís urgent.
- I found Dickie's rings.|- What ?
You have Dickie's rings.
I can explain.
{y:i}Dickie promised me he would|{y:i}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.
{y:i}And Iíd really like|{y:i}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--
{y:i}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.
{y:i}He couldn't be faithful|{y:i}for five minutes.
{y:i}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.
{y:i}He would get so crazy|{y:i}if anybody would contradict him.
Well, you know that.|You know that.
{y:i}You know that.
{y:i}And thatís the irony, Marge.
I loved you.
You may as well know, Marge.|I loved you.
{y:i}I donít know, maybe it's|{y:i}grotesque of me to say this now,
{y:i}so just... write it on apiece|{y:i}of paper or something...
{y:i}and put it in your purse|{y:i}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 ?
{y:i}I feel as if you haven't been listening|{y:i}to anything Iíve 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.
{y:i}Marge, can I hold you ?
Will you let me hold you ?
- [ Screaming ]|- Marge ?
- Peter ! Thank God you're here.|- Whatís going on ?
{y:i}Get me out of here.|{y:i}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.
{y:i}Tell me whatís going on.|{y:i}Tom !
- [Tom] What did I ever do to her?|- Listen--
{y:i}Have her tell you one thing|{y:i}that Iíve 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.
- Is Mr. Greenleaf here ?|- Mr. Ripley ?
- Yes.|- I'm Alvin MacCarron.
{y:i}[Marge] I donít know,|{y:i}I donít know. I just know it.
{y:i}[Mr. Greenleaf] Marge, there's female|{y:i}intuition and then there are facts.
- Tom.|- Sir.
Marge, you should have waited.|I didn't--
{y:i}Didn't Peter say Iíd|{y:i}come by and pick you up ?
Marge has been telling us|about the rings.
{y:i}Yes, I feel ridiculous|{y:i}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.
{y:i}Iím going to take Marge for a walk.|{y:i}Tom, Mr. MacCarron needs to talk to you.
There's no need. We could go|to the bar. There's no need.
No, no.
{y:i}I think you should|{y:i}stay here.
{y:i}[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 ?
{y:i}At a party over some girl.
{y:i}Kicked the kid several times|{y:i}in the head, put him in the hospital.
Boy had a wire fixed in his jaw,|lost some hearing.
{y:i}Why do you think Dickie's father|{y:i}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...
{y:i}had ever been a student|{y:i}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.
{y:i}Find out if Dickie|{y:i}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.
{y:i}[Bell Tolling]
Mr. Greenleaf feels that|there was a silent promise...
in Dickie's letter to you|which he intends to honor.
{y:i}He also intends to transfer|{y:i}a good portion...
of Dickie's income from his trust|into your name.
{y:i}He does not intend...
{y:i}to give the Italians any|{y:i}information about Dickie's past.
He's rather hoping that...|you will feel the same.
- Thank you so much, Tom.|- Sir.
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.
{y:i}[Tom And Peter]| We are called gondoleri
{y:i}But thatís a vagary|{y:i}Itís 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 ?
[ Peter ]|I'm freezing. Coming down ?
Later. I want|to catch the sunset.
- You're mad. [ Chuckling ]|- I am.
{y:i}[Meredith]|{y:i}Dickie ?
{y:i}Dickie ?
{y:i}Dickie !
[ Italian ]
Oh, my God.
Hello, Meredith.
I was looking at you.
{y:i}Your clothes.|{y:i}I wouldn't have known you.
{y:i}Well, you spotted me,|{y:i}so you get the reward.
- What ?|-Just kidding.
- Are you alone ?|- Oh.
{y:i}Hardly.|{y:i}Couldn't be less alone.
- Aunt Joan.|- And "co."
A lot of "co."
Oh, God.
{y:i}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 ?
[ Laughs ]
Are you traveling|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.
{y:i}[Knocking At Door]
- 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.
{y:i}She thought she'd seen you.
Why lie ?
[ Chuckling ] Dickie and Peter|together. Thatís just too good gossip.
Or Tom and Peter, even.
That would be|even better gossip.
Really ? Why ?
I-l, 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 ?
{y:i}Aren't I ?
That's my--
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.
{y:i}What are you talking about ?|{y:i}You're not a nobody.
That's the last thing|you are.
Tell me some good things|about Tom Ripley.
No, don't get up.|Don't get up. Don't get up.
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.
{y:i}[Peter's Voice]|{y:i}Tom is not a nobody.
{y:i}Tom has secrets|{y:i}he doesn't want to tell me,
{y:i}and I wish he would.
{y:i}Tom has nightmares.
{y:i}Thatís not a good thing.
{y:i}Tom has someone to love him.
{y:i}That is a good thing.
{y:i}Mmm. [Chuckling]|{y:i}Tom is crushing me.
{y:i}[Whispering]|{y:i}Tom is crushing me.
{y:i}- [Tom Sobbing]|{y:i}- Tom. Tom, you're crush--
{y:i}- [Peter Coughing, Gagging]|{y:i}- [Tom Sobbing] Oh, God!
{y:i}Oh, God!
{y:i}- [Gagging Continues]|{y:i}- Oh, God!
{y:i}[Sobbing Continues]
{y:i}Oh, God! Peter.
You don't know
What love is
Until you know the meaning|{y:i}of the blues
Till you love the love
You had to lose
You don't know
What love is
You don't know how lips hurt
Until youíve kissed
{y:i}And had to pay the cost
Until youíve|{y:i}flipped your heart
{y:i}And found you've lost
You don't know what love is
You know
{y:i}Howa lost heart feels
The very thought|{y:i}of reminiscing
{y:i}And how those lips
With a taste for tears
{y:i}Soon lose their taste
{y:i}For kissing
You don't know
{y:i}How hearts burn
{y:i}A love that cannot live
{y:i}But never dies
Until youíve reached dawn
With sleepless eyes
You don't know
What love is
You don't know
What love is
{y:i}And donít know
What love is
You don't know
You don't know
What love is
TLF - The In-Laws
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Taming Of The Shrew The (1967)
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Through a Glass Darkly
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To Kill A Mockingbird (1962)
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Turn Left Turn Right
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Two Champions Of Shaolin