The light.
It's Ranuccio.
Let's go.
What have you done now?
I just need a place to stay.
After you.
This is the music room.
This is Anna and Ugo.
They come with the place.
Nice to meet you.
Over there is the reading room.
And this is the living room.
May I show you the main entrance?
What did we come in?
The back door.
Down these stairs is the lower hall.
Rather large.
It leads to the main entrance:
a private canal dock.
Careful.
It's slippery.
Moss.
I think I'll use the servants' entrance.
May I show you the bedrooms?
The lease is six months minimum.
That's fine.
I may stay longer.
You will.
You'll never want to leave this place.
You may be right.
Here, right?
Lieutenant Ferrara.
It's Inspector Ravini in Rome.
Richard Greenleaf. He never showed up.
Did you tell him what I asked you to tell him?
I did.
Word for word.
Failure to present yourself to Inspector Ravini
will force him to take certain measures
which will be inconvenient for both him and you.
Fine.
Listen, what I need to know now
is if he actually left Palermo.
He may not have.
How would I know?
You might start by checking the place you found him at.
And then?
When he's not there?
Then, I would say, detective, you do some detective work.
It's here. I'm sure.
I'll find it any second now.
Yeah, yeah, take it easy.
Here it is, as you can see.
He checked out January 27th.
Did he say where he was going?
He asked if there was a ferry to Tunis that night.
To Tunis?
Tunis. 27th of January.
Was there?
There was.
Thank you.
He seemed depressed to me.
Depressed.
Depressed in what way?
You know...
Lost in thought.
That's not really the same thing.
'Depressed' and 'lost in thought' are two different things, right?
Depressed like a guilty man might be? Remorseful?
I wouldn't say that.
How would I know that?
I don't know how you'd know he was depressed
if he was just distracted.
I was distracted getting dressed this morning,
but I wasn't depressed.
Do I look depressed?
It seemed like he was to me, all right?
The man is a desk clerk who thinks he's a psychologist,
and isn't very good at either profession.
Actually, desk clerks know everything.
They've solved murders for me.
Depressed in what way?
He was rather vague,
but when pressed, he finally chose the word
'resigned.'
Did he have any idea of where he was going?
North Africa.
What?
Yes, he enquired about the ferry to Tunis.
Inspector...
May I consider my part in the investigation over then?
Yes, Lieutenant, thank you.
Mr. Greenleaf was last seen in Palermo.
He was requested by Rome Police, by me personally,
to return here to answer some questions.
He failed to do so.
As such, we believe he may be
attempting to evade our inquiries.
Which begs the question:
Why?
Let me state this clearly, in case Mr. Greenleaf is reading this:
By refusing to answer our questions,
he is exposing himself to suspicion
of participation in the murder of Mr. Miles.
And the disappearance and possible murder
of Mr. Ripley.
You are Thomas Ripley?
Yes, sir.
I saw in this newspaper I'm believed to be missing.
It's strange when you see something like that.
Come with me, please.
No, that's not correct.
Is there someone there who speaks Italian?
English?
An American passport.
Number 1-6-7-6-4-8.
The name:
Date of entry would be:
January 28th.
Palermo to Tunis.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.
Yes, I know it may take some time.
Inspector, this is Lieutenant Moretti in Venice.
I'm sitting here with Thomas Ripley.
Are you sure?
I'm sure. His passport is on my desk.
Incredible. Where did you find him?
He just walked in.
Ask him where he's staying.
Where in Venice are you staying?
Tell him I'm coming to Venice to talk to him tonight.
You wouldn't rather he went there?
No, that's okay.
I could question him here.
No, I'll go there.
Fine.
All right then, Mr. Ripley. Resolved.
This evening, at your residence,
an inspector from Rome will come see you.
He'll explain what's going on.
The inspector in the newspaper?
Not important.
Yes?
May I have my passport?
Yes, you may.
Tomorrow.
The light.
Always the light.
How may I help you, sir?
Mr. Ripley is expecting you, Inspector.
In the parlor.
Inspector Pietro Ravini, Rome Police.
Yes, please come in.
No, no, thank you. I can find my way out.
Pardon, Tommaso. This just arrived.
Count Vittorio Araldi
desires to host you
at a party
on the 10th of March
at Palazzo Araldi
in San Marco, Venice
at 3 in the afternoon.
Where do you think Dickie is? You know, don't you?
I don't. Maybe the South of France.
Painting.
He paints? I haven't read that.
He's a very good painter.
He studied with Di Massimo.
He painted a portrait of me once.
I'd be interested in representing him.
Especially if he killed Miles.
His paintings would bring a higher price.
Oh, I hope he did.
Excuse me.
It's all so exciting.
Miss Marjorie Sherwood on the phone for you.
A little to the right.
No, that's too much.
A little higher.
We had it framed.
You like it?
Yes, beautiful, thanks.
Listen, a friend's coming over and we'll probably get dinner out
so you and Ugo can have the rest of the day off.
A young lady?
As a matter of fact.
Well done, Thomas.
It's not like that.
She's just an old friend.
Okay.
Go on.
He just said we could take the day off.
Excuse me.
I think he's dead.
Murdered by the forger.
Can you come back?
I can't, sir.
I forgot the keys.
Sorry, my shift's over.
Get another gondola.
The moss.
I didn't think too much about it,
until I read those stories in the newspaper that he's disappeared.