01x01 - I A HARD MAN TO FIND

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[woman in Italian] Who's there?

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[Roy Orbison in English]
♪ I close my eyes ♪

♪ Then I drift away ♪

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♪ Into the magic night ♪

♪ I softly say ♪

♪ A silent prayer ♪

♪ Like dreamers do ♪

- ♪ Then I fall asleep to dreams ♪
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♪ My dreams of you ♪

♪ In dreams ♪

♪ I walk with you ♪

♪ In dreams ♪

- ♪ I talk to you ♪
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♪ In dreams, you're mine... ♪

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- [man] Oh, good timing. Thank you.
- Welcome.

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[indistinct chatter]

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[drawer opens]

[man] Dear Mrs. De Silva...

- [typewriter clacking]
- ...according to our records,

there is an outstanding balance on
your account with Dr. Katz Chiropractic,

in the amount of 42 dollars and 50 cents.

- [back cracking]
- [Mrs. De Silva] Hm.

[man] We trust this is an oversight
and that you will remit payment

to the above address,

as the matter has now been referred
to our collection agency.

Failure to settle the account
in a timely fashion

will require us
to impose a 10% late charge.

Sincerely, George McAlpin.

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[indistinct chatter]

[over speakers]
♪ I'll never forget the day ♪

♪ The day you moved away ♪

♪ But what could my heart say? ♪

♪ It was a love that went too far ♪

- [chair scrapes]
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♪ It was so unbearable ♪

- [man sighs]
- ♪ Together we belong... ♪

How's it going?

Fine, thanks.

Al McCarren.

Tom.

Tom Ripley.

You're a very hard man to find.

No address, phone, office...

Just a few places people mentioned
you might be at, like this.

What people?

I'm a private detective, Tom.

I've been hired to find you.

And give you this.

Mr. Greenleaf would like to talk to you.

I don't know who that is.

I didn't think you did.

Why would you?

Talk to me about what?

I don't know, something personal.

He did mention that there might be
some money involved for you.

To do what?

He didn't say, as I said.

Can I tell him you'll give him a call?

Tell him whatever you want.

Fair enough.

Drink's on Mr. Greenleaf.

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[rat squeaking]

[keys jingling]

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- [door closes]

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Anyone come by for me?

No.

What's that?

Oh, yeah. Someone did.

What did he look like?

Look like?

Dark hair, mustache, hat...

Could have.

Thanks.

[dog barking distantly]

[distant chatter]

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- [Tom sighing]

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- [coin rattling]
- [telephone dinging]

- [banging]
- [line ringing]

- [man] Hello?
- Mr. Reddington.

- Yes.
- Hello.

This is George McAlpin here,
following up on the notices sent to you.

- [door slams]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Reddington] Excuse me?

Uh, the balance and late charges, sir,
on your account with a Dr. Marvin Katz.

[urinating]

What balance? I paid him.

By cash or by check?

- By check.
- Well, it was not received.

Well, I sent it.

And that's why
you ignored the late notices?

I didn't receive any late notices.
I don't understand.

I can tell that you're getting agitated.
There's really no reason to.

Is there someone there
that I can talk to about this?

You can talk to me.
You're talking to me, sir.

If you want to talk to somebody else,
that would be an attorney,

but I'm hopeful that the matter can be
settled without legal action against you.

[woman shouting]

[Reddington] Okay.

Okay. So what you
have to do now, sir, is this,

issue a new check for the original amount
plus the 10% late fee,

which brings it to $27,
made out and sent to...

Do you have a pen?

[Reddington] Yes.

[Tom] Sent to
the McAlpin Collection Agency,

which is 421, 8th Avenue,
box 864, New York, New York.

Do you need me to repeat that?

[Reddington] No, I wrote it down.

Is there anything else
I can help you with today, sir?

- No.
- Okay. Well, thank you, Mr. Reddington.

You're welcome.

- [children chattering distantly]
- [horn honking]

- [telephone ringing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Tom] I have some checks I'd like to cash.

[bank clerk 1] Sure.

Do you have an account
with us, Mr. McAlpin?

I do not.

Do you have identification?

- I do.
- Thank you.

One moment, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

- Good morning, sir.
- Yes.

[quietly] Could you review
these checks and this license,

and compare signatures
to those on the check.

[guard 1] That's where
you hoity-toities live.

[guard 2] You know me.

[bank clerk 2] I'm gonna make a call.

Perhaps.

Doesn't feel right.

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[sighs deeply]

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[door closes]

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[metal clanging]

[brakes squeal]

[men yelling]

- [man] Mr. Ripley?
- Yeah.

Follow me.

[machinery whirring]

Mr. Greenleaf. Mr. Ripley, sir.

[Herbert] Tom, how are you?

So, "What is this about?"
you're wondering.

It's about Richard.

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

[Herbert] He's my son.

I was told you're a friend of his.
Maybe you know him as Dickie.

Who said we were friends?

One of his other friends.
I don't recall which.

Said you knew him,
but didn't know where you were.

Okay.

So you do remember him?

Yeah.

But it's been a while. How is he?

That's a good question.
I don't really know.

He's been in Europe for years.

We get an occasional postcard from him,
my wife and I,

but other than that, who knows?

Tom, it's time for him to come home.
He's too old for this.

But nothing we say means anything to him.

Is there a reason
he doesn't want to come back?

[Herbert] He says he prefers it there.

Says he's painting.
Before, it was writing.

But he's no painter, or writer,
I can tell you that.

Sailing and drinking and avoiding
his responsibilities is all he does.

He doesn't have a job?

[Herbert] A job? No. He's never had a job.

He lives off trust money
that we stupidly put in place for him

and which we can't legally cut off now.

Okay. So, where is he now?

[Herbert] Now? Italy.

Some place around Naples called Atrani,

where from what I can gather, there's
nothing to do but sit on the beach.

And paint.

[chuckling] And paint. Yes, that's good.

I'm going to be honest with you, Tom.

You're the first of Richard's friends
who's even been willing to listen to me.

So what can I do?

What line of work are you in?

Insurance.

Are you?
Well, there's always a need for that.

- Sales?
- Accounting.

[Herbert] I don't suppose
you have any vacation time coming up,

or leave of absence?

You... you mean... to go there?

[Herbert] To talk to him, face-to-face.

I'd take care of all your expenses,
in addition to a salary.

That goes without saying.

Will you think about it?

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[shower valve squeaks]

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[rumbling]

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[light jazz music playing]

[Herbert] Thank you, Muriel.

Are you from New York, Tom?

I am.

Did you go to college here?

No. Princeton.

Princeton. Oh, your parents
must be very proud.

[chuckles]

Tom's parents d*ed
when he was young, Emily.

Oh, dear Lord.

They drowned on Long Island Sound.
A boating accident.

[Emily] Oh, you poor thing.

[whispering] Why didn't you tell me?

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- [Emily chuckles]

- Oh, he was just the cutest baby.
- [chuckles]

[Emily chuckles] Mmm... Oh...

He was quite the athlete.

Mm-hmm.

Uh, this is when he left for Europe.

Athens.

Paris.

And this is where he is now.
Um, what's it called?

- Atrani.
- [Emily] Atrani.

Um, this is Marge something-or-other.
A friend, girlfriend, who knows?

Mrs. Greenleaf?

[Herbert] Emily?

Maybe it's time for a rest?

Well, it was a real pleasure
meeting you, Mrs. Greenleaf.

Oh.

Bless you, Tom.

[Herbert] It's fine.
I'll just be a couple minutes.

[pensive music playing]

[seagulls squawking]

[people chattering in Italian]

[waves lapping gently]

Here you go.

The ship and train reservations.
Your expenses.

And your salary.

If you find you need more,
just say, and I'll wire it.

[intriguing music playing]

- [man] Mr. Ripley.
- [Tom] Yes.

Right this way, sir.
We have Richard's things set aside.

[Tom] Oh, wow. Okay.

The one thing Mrs. Greenleaf
wasn't sure of was the dressing gown.

She said she'd leave that up to you.

Oh, I think the maroon.

The burgundy.

Burgundy.

[man] Oh.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

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[door closes]

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[seagull squawking]

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[knock at door]

[man] Thomas Ripley.

Oh.

Thank you.

[man] De nada.

[pensive music playing]

[Tom] Dear Aunt Dottie,

no, this is not another letter
to inform you of a change of my address.

As you can see from the stationery,
I am aboard the Orient Express.

An unexpected business offer,
which I will not go into here.

[dentist] Open your mouth.

[Tom] I'm sure you noticed
I didn't cash your last little check.

Did you conclude I must therefore be dead?

[hinges squeaking]

Well, I am not.

[dentist] Can you put that in your mouth?
It won't hurt.

[Tom] But you needn't send me any more.

They were always far insufficient
for the price you extracted for them.

[dental drill whirring]

Of course,
this will deny you the opportunity

to remind me of my shortcomings,

which I suppose will leave you
with nothing else to do in life.

In any case, you're free of me now.

[whirring intensifies]

And I of you.

- [train horn blaring]
- [indistinct chatter]

[indistinct announcement over PA system]

Attento! Ha rischiato.

[paper rustling]

- Grazie.
- [clerk] Prego.

Um, Atrani?

Do you happen to know
when there's a bus there, or...

- No. Avanti il prossimo.
- Vieni con me.

- Hey, hey, hey. What...
- Andiamocene.

- [Tom] The bus is this way?
- [man] Sì, sì.

Più avanti.

[Tom] Wait, wait...

Wait, you're gonna bring me
to the bus station?

[man] Sì, sì.

[Tom] Okay.

Grazie.

[man] A te.

[ticking, clicks]

How much further?

[driver] Cosa?

Uh, quando... Uh, dove, come?

Cosa?

Niente.

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[men yelling in Italian]

[dog barking]

[engine idling noisily]

[footsteps approaching]

[indistinct chatter]

[engine revs]

[tires screeching]

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- [bell tolling]
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[driver] Atrani.

[brakes squeal]

[birds chirping]

[mellow Italian music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[music fades]

[jingles]

Sì, ecco. [clears throat]

[sighs]

Chi è? Prego.

- [Tom] Buongiorno.
- Buongiorno.

Uh, conosce Richard Greenleaf?

Come?

Um...

[hesitating] Dove vivere
Richard Greenleaf?

Ah, Riccardo.

Sì, Riccardo.

Certo, certo. Su.

Su.

Momento.

Ti faccio vedere.
Prego, prego. Vieni, vieni.

Vieni, vieni, vieni.

[Tom] Oh, okay. [grunts]

[bird wings fluttering]

Sopra. [clears throat]

A piedi.

Scale. La grande villa.

Su, su, su, su, su, su.

- Eh?
- Okay.

Huh.

Grazie.

[hesitating] Mi scusi.

Could I... Can I leave my... my bags here?

Le valigie? Sì, appoggia,
appoggia pure, la.

Ah, grazie.

No, lì no perché qualcuno
potrebbe inciampare.

Può inciampare qualcuno.

Dall'altra parte.

You want me to... Okay. Here?

- [man] Va bene.
- Okay.

Okay. Grazie.

La porta!

La porta. Grazie.

[distant chatter]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [Tom panting]

[dog barking]

[bell tolling distantly]

[panting]

[woman singing opera distantly]

[Tom groans]

- [operatic singing continues]
- [wind blowing]

- [insects trilling]
- [birds squawking]

Hello?

[singing fades]

Oh, uh... Uh, per favore, Signor Greenleaf?

Giù.

What?

Giù.

La spiaggia.

La spiaggia.

Giù.

[Tom] Oh, uh...

La spiaggia? The beach?

[mutters]

[sighs] Okay. Uh...

[sighs] Grazie.

- [panting]
- [wind blowing]

[seagulls squawking]

- [dog barking]
- [indistinct chatter]

["Mille Volte" by Nilla Pizzi
playing softly over speakers]

- ♪ Sollevando per le vie la polvere ♪
- [woman chuckles]

Bello. State bene.

Oh, wow. Oh, okay.

Do you have anything else? Altri? Altre?

Altri. Sì, sì.

- ♪ E non ti ho invece ♪
- [chuckles softly]

♪ Lasciato mai ♪

Okay.

♪ Se penso poi d'andarmene, tu sai ♪

- [sighs]
- ♪ Che il mio cuor batte solo per te ♪

[waves splashing]

♪ Mille volte tu m'hai detto lasciami ♪

♪ Mille volte tu m'hai detto baciami ♪

- [birds screeching]
- ♪ Ma una volta tu mi hai fatto piangere ♪

♪ Chi sei... ♪

["Quando Quando Quando"
by Tony Renis playing over radio]

♪ Dimmi quando tu verrai ♪

♪ Dimmi quando quando quando ♪

♪ L'anno, il giorno, l'ora in cui ♪

♪ Forse tu mi bacerai ♪

♪ Ogni istante attenderò ♪

Dickie Greenleaf.

Yes?

Tom Ripley.

From New York.
We met at Bob Delancey's place.

It was years ago. What a coincidence!

Tom what-is-it?

Ripley.

Uh, this is Marge. Marge, Tom Ripley.

How do you do?

Fine, thanks.

You don't seem to remember me.

No, no, I just thought, you know, I...

I haven't been
back to the States in so long.

That's okay.

I think I'm gonna go for a swim.
Does anyone care to join me?

I will.

Tom?

Oh! Uh...

Sure.

♪ Non ha senso per me ♪

♪ La mia vita senza te ♪

♪ Dimmi quando tu verrai ♪

♪ Dimmi quando, quando, quando ♪

♪ E baciandomi dirai... ♪

- [Marge laughing]
- [Dickie speaking indistinctly]

[Marge] Where do you know him from?

[Dickie] Honestly, I can't remember.

Yeah.

Tom Ripley? I don't know.

[song fades]

[Tom panting]

[Dickie] You okay back there?

[panting] Yeah.

Oh, my God.

["Il Cielo In Una Stanza" by Mina playing]

♪ Quando sei qui con me ♪

♪ Questa stanza non ha più pareti ♪

♪ Ma alberi ♪

♪ Alberi infiniti ♪

♪ Quando tu sei vicino a me ♪

♪ Questo soffitto viola, no ♪

♪ Non esiste più ♪

♪ Io vedo il cielo sopra noi ♪

♪ Che restiamo qui... ♪

Hey.

To the terrace.

[song fades]

So, have you been here long, Marge?

Almost a year.

[bell dinging distantly]

My house is over there.

[wind chimes tinkling]

[Tom] Ah.

And that's Dickie's boat.

[Tom] Okay.

Martinis. Perfect.

[glass clinks]

Cincin.

I'm gonna see
if Ermelinda needs help with lunch.

Which hotel are you at?

I haven't checked into one yet.

Try the Miramare. Not Sergio's.
I mean, if you're planning to stay.

- Miramare.
- Hmm.

Yeah.

["E se domani" by Natalino Otto playing]

You like art, Tom?

I do.

Then you're in the right place.

You could spend a lifetime
looking at the art in Italy.

You like Caravaggio?

I do.

[Tom slurps]

[Dickie] All right.

Here's what you have to do.
See every Caravaggio here.

I'll give you a list of the museums
and churches they're at.

[Dickie slurps]

[Tom] That would be great. Thank you.

Dickie paints.

Yeah, yeah, his fa...

I think... I think
you told me that in New York.

[Dickie] Did I?

If I did, I was lying.

I mean, I always wanted to,

but I didn't really take it up seriously
till I came here.

I'd like to see them sometime.

Sure. Yeah.

[Tom] Thanks very much for lunch.

My pleasure.
We'll do it again, if you end up staying.

- I look forward to it.
- Me too.

All right, well, bye.

Bye.

- [song fades]
- [panting]

[grunts]

- [dog barking]
- [indistinct chatter]

Buongiorno.

Buonasera.

- Buonasera.
- Prego.

Grazie per tenere...

- [man] Prego.
- Grazie. [grunts softly]

- Oh, uh, mi scusi? Ah...
- Hmm.

Dove Hotel Miramare?

Su. Le scale. [exclaims]

Su, su, su, su, su.

Eh?

Okay. Grazie.

[man] La porta!

La porta. Sì, sì. Grazie.

- [panting]
- [bell tolling distantly]

[indistinct chatter]

[wind blowing]

Oh, God.

[operatic music playing over speakers]

[man in Italian] Mmm, nice pen.

[Tom] Grazie.

[man] Signor Ripley.

Stanza 306.

[creaking]

[moody music playing]

[grunts softly]

[indistinct shouting in distance]

[boat engine whirring]

[Marge and Dickie laughing]

[Dickie in English]
Right, come on. Here we go.

Ciao, Giulio. Grazie.

[Marge] Ciao.

[Dickie] All right.

Pull it.

[moody music continues]

Yeah, that's right. Dickie.

Dickie Greenleaf.

It's nice to meet you too.

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[ethereal choral music playing]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [baby fussing]

[thunder rumbling]

[indistinct chatter]

[footsteps]

- [dog barking]
- [vehicle passing]

[thunder rumbling]

- [indistinct rattling]
- [suspenseful music playing]

- [insects trilling]
- [footsteps]

[dog barking distantly]

[typewriter clacking]

[typewriter ratchets]

- [waves splashing]
- [seagulls squawking]

[man] How much money do you need?

[thunder rumbling]

[man repeating in Italian]

[rain pattering]

[man in English] It's not enough.

[man repeating in Italian]