INT. RIPLEY'S CABIN. EVENING.
everything out. Starting with myself.
Starting with borrowing a jacket.
Ah, such fleeting paradise
such innocent delight
The song finishes. Applause. They're the entertainment at a
approaches Ripley, offers his hand.
Most enjoyable. Herbert Greenleaf.
Tom Ripley. Thank you, sir.
(pointing at Ripley's borrowed
I see you were at Princeton.
Then you'll most likely know our son,
Dick. Dickie Greenleaf...
We couldn't help noticing your jacket.
Class of '56?
How is Dickie?
I hope you'll come and see us...
That's very kind.
Both of you...
Of course, Dickie's idea of music is
Jazz. He has a saxophone. To my ear Jazz
is just noise, just an insolent noise.
Gotta run. I'm so late.
jacket he's been wearing)
Thanks for the jacket.
Darling couple, aren't they?
EXT. THEATER. EVENING.
heads for the theater. Music continues.
INT. MEN'S ROOM, THEATER. NIGHT.
towels, brushes off dandruff. Men talk over, round, and
through him. Put coins in a bowl.
he closes the curtain.
INT. BACKSTAGE. 1:30 A.M.
Sorry, sorry. I know. Sorry.
EXT. GREENLEAF SHIPYARDS, BROOKLYN. DAY.
Mongibello. Tiny place. South of Naples.
Marge, his uh, the young lade is
supposedly writing some kind of book. God
knows what he does. By all accounts they
spend the whole time on the beach. Or his
sailboat. That's my son's talent,
spending his allowance.
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