Good morning.
My name is Tom Ripley.
I'm American.
But I live in Italy now,
in Atrani, at my friend Dickie's house.
We plan to do some traveling together.
Paris. Berlin. Greece maybe.
And for Christmas, we're going to Cortina.
I'm not sure what kind of job I'll get here.
Accounting maybe. That's what I did in New York.
I'm good with numbers.
Whatever happens, I'm not worried about it.
Something always turns up.
That's my philosophy of life.
That's good, Tommaso.
You're doing very good.
Here you are.
Nothing for Richard?
No. He passed by this morning to pick it up.
Was it from this same address?
I don't know.
Okay. Thanks, Matteo.
We'd like a double room.
For how many nights?
Two, I think.
Name and address, please.
Your passports, please.
Third floor.
We'd like to rent a boat.
Motor or no motor?
Motor.
For how long?
Two hours.
500 in advance.
You know how to work it?
I think I can figure it out.
This is the choke.
Pull it out to start it, let it idle.
Then push it halfway back in.
Got it.
Anything else?
Don't stand up in the boat.
Good evening.
Room six, please.
Excuse me, sir.
I'll come back later.
Okay.
The bill, please. And the passports.
You wish to check out now?
You will be charged for the night, sir.
That's okay.
Your friend is with you?
Waiting for me at the train station.
They were English or American. I'm not sure exactly.
They rented it for two hours, but never brought it back.
I'm not sure if something happened to the boat, or they stole it.
To the station.
Your ticket.