Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

America's like a fog.

I don't believe that letter. Do you ?

[Chanting Continues]

I'm sick of Mongi. Especially now, with everything--

Boy had a wire fixed in his jaw, lost some hearing.

Freddie's the perfect example.

Yes, you are right.

[ Screaming in Italian ]

Never one stamp when they can make you line up for three.

Yesterday, a little boat is found in San Remo full of rocks.

- [ Peter ] Grazie. - Peter ?

I have to see Venice

I love the fact that you brought Shakespeare with you but no clothes.

- Passing through ? - Yeah.

I suppose that's why Iím writing this to you,

if you would ask Miss Sherwood to come back later.

Marge and I had a bet.

I just can't face going to the police by myself when my Italian's so rotten.

- Have you been waiting long ? - Not at all.

Hey. I want this job of yours, Tommy.

But you can't...

I'd pay that fellow a hundred dollars right now to shut up !

starting with myself.

So, where are you hiding him ? He's impossible, isn't he ?

Anyway, I've got to the bottom of the delay, finally.

If I could rub everything out,

I've been looking all over for you.

But will you meet me tomorrow ?

- a fellow called Tom Ripley. - [Keyboard Clacking]

Itís just, uh-- Itís just insolent noise.

Dickie-- Dickie did it.

She can do that for you.

He was with another girl. I'm not talking about Meredith, either.

- Ripley ? Subito. - Yes. Grazie.

or there's something else.

- And look at you now. - Look at me what ?

Dickie promised me he would never take off this ring.

- sounds fine. - sounds fine.

- Ciao ! - Ciao. Come in. Come in.

- Sorry. - I wish you'd get out of my clothes.

we talked about moving together...

[Resumes Speaking Italian]

Who are you to say anything to me ?

They've been trying to flush out Freddie's killer.

Oh, you were right... about the telephones.

but you can't choose your children.

Oh, that's a, uh-- You should-- Watch that.

[ Crying And Chuckling ] You're such a liar.

That thousand bucks should come in handy.

Go back. Go back to New York.

Lineup. Tomorrow, then ?

Yes, if it's gonna help, certainly.

Here is a pattern. Two days ago,

I-l don't think he's at dinner at 6:30 P.M.

[Marge] I donít know, I donít know. I just know it.

Itís just there's so much to do in a single day.

You can be quite boring

Ah ! You walk in Venice.

So I travel under my mother's name.

Do you think you could not give out my address ?

- Are you alone ? - Oh.

- Oh, dear. - He has a saxophone.

Beating you away.

I think I should come with you to Rome and confront him.

- Yeah ! - [ Italian ]

- Hi, Tom. - Hi.

God only knows what he does.

Where are you going ?

It's the privilege of a first-class education.

Of course, Dickie's idea of music is jazz.

- What happened at Christmas ? - What about Christmas ?

If you said he was still at lunch, maybe I'd believe you.

- There's some problem. - That's Italy.

I knew that one.

- Very nice to meet you. - And you.

-Hello. -How are you? Thought you'd disappeared.

- [Peter Coughing, Gagging] - [Tom Sobbing] Oh, God!

I want to tell you my plan.

and I wish he would.

- No, still here. - Tom was telling me about his journey.

- [ Marge ] Dickie-- - [ Dickie Moaning ]

Look, will we see you later, or are you with people ?

Is Valentine's Day

- Si. - Attenzione.

and where I am.

Iím haunted by everything Iíve done and canít undo.

There his ass is

Why do you do that thing with your neck ?

- Is he here ? Are you with Dickie ? - No. Um, no.

Did you hear ? To scratch out his own face like that ?

But I'll tell you something.

Dickie, are you with Peter Smith-Kingsley ? I bet you are.

- Dickie, let go ! - Iíll kill you!

I can see my house.

- I can't move without you moving. - Shut up. Shut up.

The most important question is where to eat. I hope Freddie made a reservation.