Ripley's Game Page #5

Nicely done.

Listen, if we let him go, then...

Yeah, you're right.

Jesus Christ!

Sarah!

Sarah, it's not what you think.

We killed him because he was going

to kill us. It was self defence!

Don't touch me!

I'm taking Matthew

and we're leaving.

Sarah.

- Have you got him?

- Yes.

Grab the trunk,

I'll get the other guy.

I guess you were wrong

about South America.

Jesus!

Poor Reeves, he won't be getting

plastic surgery after all.

Will you help me?

You take his feet.

One, two, three...

Put his feet way down.

Come on.

Hey, Luigi, it's Tom Ripley.

How are you?

Do you happen to have any Chinese

tree peonies in the shop?

Lovely. Pink or red?

Terrific, I like the red.

Listen, Louisa's concert tonight

is at Teatro Olimpico.

Could we send over four, five dozen

if you have it? I'll drive.

Lovely. Thank you much.

Ah, yeah? How is he?

Give him my best.

Thanks again. Bye.

Know the most interesting thing

about doing something terrible?

What?

Often after a few days

you can't even remember it.

That makes me feel

really, really good.

- The rest of your money.

- No...

As per my arrangement with Reeves.

It's yours.

I'm not sure all this

was about the money.

You know what, I doubt it. After

all we're two civilised people.

Now you're officially off

Europe's active hit list.

- Thank you.

- Okay?

- Good luck with the wife.

- Thanks.

- Take care of yourself.

- You too.

- Jonathan.

- Quiet or I'll kill you.

Where's your friend Ripley?

Let her go!

Don't hurt her!

- It was me!

- Who brought you here?

I did it on my own.

..kill her!

Don't hurt her!

- Jonathan!

- Why did you do that?

No, please.

Sarah, in a few minutes

we'll have to call the police.

Tell them there was a burglary.

Your husband came home, there was

a struggle and there were shots.

You're in shock,

that's all you remember.

Listen...

..take this.

It's the balance of his payment.

He earned it.

If you need...

It's okay.

I didn't expect thanks.

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