Purple Noon Page #4

Yes. It's still such a shock.

- Did he have enemies?

- Him? No. He had a good heart.

He was a nice boy.

My nerves are shattered.

It's going to haunt me.

I'm sorry Mr. Greenleaf

won't be joining us.

- Have you heard from him?

- No news.

- What about you?

- No.

- Do you think he's hiding?

- Hiding from who?

It was just a question.

He was seen leaving

his apartment with Mr. Miles.

They were plastered.

I wonder which one

was holding the other up?

You dance and dance, darling.

What's the point?

You saw him.

We are nothing. Ashes. Dust.

Be more prudent, darling,

especially right now!

Sit over there.

And you here.

Spaghetti for all

and a bottle of Ruffino.

No, two!

- Marge -

- What a time to pull a disappearing act!

He's out of his mind!

What will the police think?

- You mean Philippe?

- Of course!

If he's innocent,

didn't murder anyone...

- Murder?

- Darling, such things do happen.

I'm sure he's innocent.

You shouldn't even have to say that.

Honey, I think it's so revolting!

It's my nature, I adore people.

I'm appalled that poor Philippe,

who's probably off with some...

Skirt-chasing isn't as bad

as murder, right?

He has no idea he's a suspect,

a wanted man!

- He'll turn up sooner or later.

- How do you know?

- Marge.

- What?

You still love him.

In your letter yesterday, you wrote,

"No matter what, I'll always be yours."

- What letter?

- The one I received.

Yesterday morning.

The letter I sent Philippe?

- Marge.

- Yes.

I saw Philippe yesterday,

but I swore not to tell.

He gave you that letter?

He didn't want you implicated

if it was found on him.

- He could have burnt it.

- He couldn't bear to.

Whisper.

Forgive me,

I couldn't help reading it.

Here it is.

O'Brien always said,

"Miles will die a violent death!"

Because he loathed him!

- Freddy was such a funny guy.

- How he made Philippe laugh!

And Philippe, can you believe it?

I adore that poor boy!

I know where Philippe is.

He can't check in to a hotel.

He spent the night in the street.

Where is he?

Mongibello.

He took the train this morning.

What did I tell you?

I'm famished.

Thank you.

Dearest Mother,

I've decided to end my life.

Please forgive me.

I wish all my things to go to Marge,

whom I love.

Your son,

FOR MARGE:

Philippe!

Philippe, buddy!

Wake up! Wake up!

Open up, Philippe!

Love to, buddy,

but I've got work to do.

What?

You've never worked in your life!

- Come on, open up!

- No.

Ill break down the door!

O'Brien. don't be an idiot!

Excuse me, miss. Police.

After you.

Come in.

Who is it?

Mind if I come in?

It's not nice to lie.

You didnt tell me you saw Philippe.

I didn't lie.

You knew we were looking for him

and that he was in Mongibello.

I could arrest you

for withholding information.

Don't worry.

I'm actually a nice guy.

May I have a glass of water?

Sure.

I keep coming back to you.

It must be intuition.

What do you mean?

The nose knows.

We're like bloodhounds.

You said you'd visited Italy?

Yes.

The lakes, Turin, Milan,

Pisa, Florence...

That's right.

Yet there's no trace of you

in any hotel.

I slept in my car.

Saves money.

Greenleaf killed Miles.

The fingerprints in Miles's car

match those found

in Greenleaf's apartment.

We nearly caught Philippe

last night in Mongibello.

He vanished, leaving behind a will.

Either it's all an act...

or he killed himself.

But my nose says...

Can I leave Rome now?

As long as you stay in Italy,

you're free to go.

Enjoy your trip.

- Hello, Mr. Ripley.

- Hello, Raphael.

Take the bags

to the Miremar, okay?

For you.

Thanks, sir.

If I understood correctly,

it didn't make a cent.

Boris was marvelous!

Audiences must be blind.

For five million,

we can start all over again!

Five times three makes 15 million.

We could do it for 13.

Maybe even 12.

Hello, Tom.

- Congratulations on the ballet.

- How are you, Tom?

- Not bad.

Have a seat.

- What brings you here?

- Not much. I'm visiting Italy

and since I was in the area,

I decided to pay Marge a visit.

She's become a recluse.

What?

We haven't seen her for over two weeks.

She refuses to see anyone.

She'll never get over it.

Did you know Philippe

left her all his dough?

- Really?

- Such a strange boy!

He treated her atrociously,

then leaves her his fortune!

Maybe he wanted to make amends.

Her parents were scandalized

when they found out.

They're at their wits' end.

One doesn't take a girl from her parents

then leave her in such a mess!

- The old man's coming.

- What old man?

Philippe's father.

He wants to see Marge

and "settle" this whole thing.

I see.

It's impossible to see Marge?

I doubt shell let you in.

I'd better be going.

Good-bye.

Don't get up.

I know the way out.

Marge, my love, my angel.

How considerate of you

to mourn like this

for Freddy.

None of this would have happened.

He wouldn't have killed himself

if I'd gone to Rome.

Be serious, Marge.

You convinced me not to go.

Philippe didn't love you.

That's a lie!

His will proves it.

But it's only a will.

Marge,

you know I'm right.

Otherwise, he'd have married you.

Maybe it's not.

Maybe this isn't the right time to say it.

I feel so clumsy.

I'm going back to America.

I came to say good-bye.

Tom!

Stay.

Play.

For me.

Anybody home?

Who is it?

She's down at the sea.

Can I help you?

Hello.

This is Mr. Lee,

he's interested in buying your boat.

Nice to meet you.

Miss?

You forgot your appointment!

Mr. Greenleaf is here.

I totally lost track of time.

- What?

- Mr. Greenleaf just arrived from Naples.

What a fiasco,

I'm going to be late.

- Why did he come?

- To sell the boat.

I have to be there.

- Want to come?

- No, I'd rather stay here.

When he finds out youre here,

hell want to see you.

Mr. Greenleaf is a good man.

He said, "In light of your situation,

Ill advance you

the full amount of his estate,

no matter what's decided."

Ill wait for you here.

See you later.

Waitress!

Yes, sir?

- Are you okay?

- What?

- Are you feeling okay?

- Its just the sun. It's so bright.

Other than that. I've never felt better.

Give me a drink.

- What do you want?

- The best you've got.

- Sure.

The best.

Only the best.

Let's check out the boat.

In perfect condition.

A fine vessel.

It's just a formality, miss.

I'm sure the hull is solid.

No repairs will be needed.

No!

Madam?

Yes?

Come here.

- What do you want?

- Do you know him?

Yes.

- Call him.

- What for?

- Say he has a phone call.

- What phone call?

Just tell him.

Do as I say. Go on.

- Why?

- Go.

Mr. Ripley!

Phone call!

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