Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ah ! You walk in Venice.

starting with myself.

Look, will we see you later, or are you with people ?

- I can't move without you moving. - Shut up. Shut up.

Here is a pattern. Two days ago,

- sounds fine. - sounds fine.

Never one stamp when they can make you line up for three.

- Si. - Attenzione.

Of course, Dickie's idea of music is jazz.

[Chanting Continues]

Do you think you could not give out my address ?

America's like a fog.

I just can't face going to the police by myself when my Italian's so rotten.

God only knows what he does.

If you said he was still at lunch, maybe I'd believe you.

I don't believe that letter. Do you ?

- [ Peter ] Grazie. - Peter ?

If I could rub everything out,

[ Crying And Chuckling ] You're such a liar.

Iím haunted by everything Iíve done and canít undo.

- What happened at Christmas ? - What about Christmas ?

You can be quite boring

I suppose that's why Iím writing this to you,

Hey. I want this job of yours, Tommy.

Who are you to say anything to me ?

[Marge] I donít know, I donít know. I just know it.

but you can't choose your children.

- Ciao ! - Ciao. Come in. Come in.

- Sorry. - I wish you'd get out of my clothes.

- No, still here. - Tom was telling me about his journey.

Freddie's the perfect example.

He was with another girl. I'm not talking about Meredith, either.

and I wish he would.

- a fellow called Tom Ripley. - [Keyboard Clacking]

if you would ask Miss Sherwood to come back later.

- Is he here ? Are you with Dickie ? - No. Um, no.

Dickie, are you with Peter Smith-Kingsley ? I bet you are.

- [ Marge ] Dickie-- - [ Dickie Moaning ]

- Ripley ? Subito. - Yes. Grazie.

and where I am.

Oh, you were right... about the telephones.

Yes, you are right.

So I travel under my mother's name.

I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes.

- Yeah ! - [ Italian ]

I knew that one.

But I'll tell you something.

or there's something else.

- Passing through ? - Yeah.

I've been looking all over for you.

[ Screaming in Italian ]

Dickie promised me he would never take off this ring.

- Oh, dear. - He has a saxophone.

- There's some problem. - That's Italy.

Oh, that's a, uh-- You should-- Watch that.

I'd pay that fellow a hundred dollars right now to shut up !

- Are you alone ? - Oh.

- And look at you now. - Look at me what ?

- Very nice to meet you. - And you.

I'm sick of Mongi. Especially now, with everything--

- Hi, Tom. - Hi.

Marge and I had a bet.

That thousand bucks should come in handy.

Why do you do that thing with your neck ?

Go back. Go back to New York.

- Dickie, let go ! - Iíll kill you!

Did you hear ? To scratch out his own face like that ?

I want to tell you my plan.

I have to see Venice

Yesterday, a little boat is found in San Remo full of rocks.

Yes, if it's gonna help, certainly.

I-l don't think he's at dinner at 6:30 P.M.

Boy had a wire fixed in his jaw, lost some hearing.

Anyway, I've got to the bottom of the delay, finally.

we talked about moving together...

[Resumes Speaking Italian]

But will you meet me tomorrow ?

She can do that for you.

Is Valentine's Day

Itís just there's so much to do in a single day.

I think I should come with you to Rome and confront him.

The most important question is where to eat. I hope Freddie made a reservation.

So, where are you hiding him ? He's impossible, isn't he ?

Dickie-- Dickie did it.

But you can't...

-Hello. -How are you? Thought you'd disappeared.

- [Peter Coughing, Gagging] - [Tom Sobbing] Oh, God!

I can see my house.

It's the privilege of a first-class education.

Beating you away.

They've been trying to flush out Freddie's killer.

- Have you been waiting long ? - Not at all.

Where are you going ?

There his ass is

Lineup. Tomorrow, then ?

Itís just, uh-- Itís just insolent noise.