Excuse me. You can't park here.
Roll down the window.
Dispatch from Patrol Car 3, over.
Dispatch.
Dispatch, do you copy?
Go ahead.
Dispatch, a body's just been found on the Via Appia Antica, over.
Where on Via Appia Antica?
It's 650 kilometers long.
I wouldn't know exactly.
Maybe ten kilometers outside the walls.
Okay, thanks.
Inspector, good evening. My apologies.
We have a report that a body has been found
on Via Appia Antica.
Who found him?
Touch anything?
No, Inspector.
Anyone else?
The car door was like this when you got here?
No, Inspector.
I had to check for a pulse.
Not so lucky.
You may remove the body, and dust.
In that order.
This couldn't wait?
Why?
Open it, please.
When will I get the car back?
When we're done with it.
When will that be?
When we're done with it.
Here.
Was he alone?
I don't remember.
Is it damaged?
It will need a cleaning.
We always clean them.
More than usual.
Thanks.
Inspector Pietro Ravini, Rome Police.
Frederick Miles.
He's a guest at the hotel?
Mr. Miles?
The cause of death is fairly obvious.
Two blows to the head.
Some heavy, blunt object.
I see no other signs of trauma,
other than bruising under the arms,
perhaps from being carried or dragged around.
Alcohol?
High. Point-one-six.
Time of death?
I think I can get it to within a couple of hours,
if that's close enough.
That's fine.
Thank you, Doctor.
Don't mention it.
Are you sure you're an elevator repairman?
Riccardo. I'm sorry, it's broken again.
Oh, really?
Yes, really.
That's okay.
I'm sorry.
What's this?
Lucio!
Listen!
No more mice! Enough!
Sorry, Riccardo.
This building is a disaster.
What are you looking at? Get back to work.
Hello, Tirrenia Ferry Service.
Can you tell me the departure times for Palermo?
Yes, one moment.
Tonight at 10:00.
I'm sure he's up there.
Maybe he's napping.
The elevator's broken. You'll have to take the stairs.
I am Inspector Pietro Ravini.
May I come in?
Of course.
You're an artist?
A student of fine art.
May I see your passport?
Certainly.
But may I ask what this is about?
The passport, please.
Beautiful ring.
You're American.
You're welcome.
Thank you, madam.
Bye, kitty-cat.
Riccardo, excuse me.
This is the man who visited you.
Yes, but I didn't know him as well as they say there.
The newspapers always get things wrong.
In America too.
In every country, I imagine.
Thieves killed him, if you ask me.
Me, too.
Signorina, if any of these newspaper writers or photographers
come here looking for me--
I'll throw them out!
Excuse me, but
was he a close friend?
A friend of a friend of a friend.
Then I can say it.
He was not very nice to me.
He wasn't very nice to me either.
Who's that on Dickie's boat?
It's their boat. They bought it.
That's impossible.
I sold it to them myself for Dickie, per his instructions.
I don't believe that.
Marge, it was a normal transaction.
Was it.
Then, where's the money?
Dickie has it.
It was sent to him in Rome. Through an agent, I believe.
What 'agent?'
That I don't know.
It was all very legal, Marge.
There's nothing strange.
Except maybe that he didn't tell you.
But maybe that's not strange either.
What's that supposed to mean?
Tell me.
You're thinking what I thought at first.
Dickie would never sell his boat.
And that's true unless he decided he's not coming back to Atrani.
Hello.
Sorry, Inspector, just a minute.
Come in, please.
What are you doing over there?
Let's go.
What are you looking at?
What's so interesting?
It was two young men.
Thirties, I'd say.
Foreigners. English or American, I don't know.
What did they look like?
Regular looking. Like anybody.
When did the theft occur?
Do you know the date?
Yes, of course.
It was on November 29th.
What was the date?
The date in question is 29th November.
Do you know what nationality?
English or American.
Do you remember this one?
Yes, of course.
I had to summon a doctor for him.
Why?
His heart. He was very old.
No, not old. These were young men.
Maybe Greenleaf?
Was he with another young man?
Yes, two had the room.
You have their passport information?
Naturally.
Has something happened to one of them?
Why would you say 'to one of them?'
No reason.
Other than two checked in, but only one checked out.
Which checked out?
I don't know.
Inspector Ravini?
This is Sergeant Trento from San Remo.
The boat was found six kilometers south of here.
It may have been rented by two men registered here at Hotel Patrizia.
One of them you already know.
And the other one... Thomas Ripley.
Spell it.
Both had American passports.
What's going on?
I don't know yet.
Police Headquarters.
Investigations, please.
Yes. Which case?
Homicide. Via Appia Antica.
That would be Inspector Ravini, but he just left.
Do you know when he'll be back?
This is Sergeant Leone, Naples Police.
No, I don't, sorry.
The inspector on that case is out.
Call later.
When?
I don't know.
Okay, thank you.
Hotel Palma.
I'd like to reserve a room, beginning tomorrow.
Certainly. For how many days?
One week.
Certainly. Your name, sir?
I may confirm, Mr. Greenleaf.
Police Headquarters.
Inspector Ravini, please.
The inspector isn't here at the moment.
I'd like to leave him a message.
Go ahead.
This is Richard Greenleaf.
If he wishes to reach me,
he can do so at the Hotel Palma in Palermo.
Got it, Mr. Greenfield.
Yes? Did you write it down properly?
Got it.
You'll have to take the stairs again, Inspector. Sorry.
That's okay.
You're welcome.
All right then.
And a pleasant journey.
34, Via di Monserrato.
Your car will come in 20 minutes.
Lucio! Where are you?
Dinner's ready.
Need a hand with your bags?
Fuck off.
Fuck off yourself.
The night ferry to Palermo.
2,000 lire, please.