Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My kid did not practice the piano

Gray, actually.

Marge-- She has a hundred theories.

- Aunt Joan. - And co.

- [Italian] - Not for me. No, grazie.

Really fell in love the day I

so just... write it on apiece of paper or something...

[ Sighing ] I look forward to our next meeting.

Tom. How are you ? You look well.

[Whistle Blows]

I don't know the word in Italian.

- You look gorgeous. - As always.

No kind of place at all.

I-- I said some things I shouldn't have said and l--

Tommy. How's the peeping ?

You've got to hear this. Meet my father,

I'm going to be stuck in the basement aren't i?

[Typewriter Keys Clattering]

Let's take a carrozza and look at the moon.

And I figured, just for argument's sake,

- Oh, God. - ìGo back to New York with him. ì

I'll see you over there !

Why do I think there's never been a Ripley rainy day ?

Brilliant ! How do you know him ?

This is Marge Sherwood. Tom-- Sorry, what is it ?

So, what did you actually do in New York ?

You should always save pain for daylight.

-Boring. -Iíve been absolutely honest with you...

Or when I take over, which is never, I will.

ìThis is my face. ì

You know, the whole world thinks you killed Freddie.

It's like a kid's. See this, the ìSî and the ìTî ? Fine, vulnerable.

Such innocent delight

It's better than trying to squeeze into my room.

- What ? - You have something you'd like to say ?

No, itís just that-- You are American, aren't you ?

Have a good time.

[Man And Woman Chattering]

- [ Woman ] Frances, that was lovely. - I'm so glad. Thank you.

Itís just that, uh, you were in the R stand.

Took a boat out...

Roma, we're taking Tom to Roma

[Speaking Italian]

Did we know each other ?

Iíve thought about going to the police, but I canít do it.

I was sure that-- I've read that--

I really started wondering whether he may have killed Freddie.

Buongiorno. Nice sweater.

[Tom] I know why youíre upset.

- [Peter] Tom, are you okay ? - [Marge Sobbing]

Pleasure to meet you. Dickie's made a fine catch.

- It's all true. - I don't believe...

No, no, we're meeting another friend.

- I'm never going back. - No, I think--

This is more like it ! Come on !

That could take me some time.

And thatís the irony, Marge.

I heard you were desperate to come.

- I'll fix some drinks. - [ Marge Giggling ]

No, Iím bewildered. Forgive me.

By the way, he was in rehearsal so he couldn't--

Tell me whatís going on. Tom !

Search the place.

[ Continues in Italian ]

- Like a little girl. - [Knocking]

I think youíll find he's on his way home to you.

- [Marge] Good morning, Tom. - Morning.

The trade that we ply

- What about Thomas Ripley ? - What about Tom Ripley ?

But thatís a vagary Itís quite honorary

- Okay, fine. - [Man] Oh, Dickie !

It's got nothing to do with my mother.

Oh, um, I can't be certain exactly. I--

[Knocking At Door]

and Marge in Mongi.

Heís asking... if you killed Freddie Miles...

But I won't count anymore.

He... told me everything.

We'd both taken on, uh, far too many drinks.

- Hello, Tom. - Hello.

Now I think I've upset you.

That scent you're wearing.

I'm not Randall either.

So he drove away, and, uh, you did what ?

Is someone getting an ambulance ?

Marge. Marge, please.

Herbert Richard Greenleaf l.

It's because everyone else can ski,

- He's not there ? - No, signor.

Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful,

I hope it wasn't cheap, Marge.

Pretty good. Sticking with hot water.

I'm gonna be stuck in the basement, aren't I ?

who have it and despise it.

- Why ? - I mean it as a compliment.

- [ Chuckles ] - What's funny ?

You've been a great friend to my son.

and then killed Dickie Greenleaf.

You know, the moment someone confronts him,