Journal
October 2, 1955
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Dickie and Marge, they’re both looking swell. Dickie had brought along a friend from the states, his name was Tom. I don’t trust the little shit. Anybody who latches themselves onto someone like Me or Dickie is only looking for a handout, he may say he comes from money but I can read him like a book. I don’t know what he wants; maybe he’s just out to enjoy a little bit of High Culture before he has to return to his pitiful little life as a tax man or a bank teller. Either way, the way I see it, it can only be bad for Dickie. Marge doesn’t like him either, I’ve seen the wat they look at each other, it’s like two dogs fighting over a piece of meat. Consequently that piece of meat is Dickie Greenleaf. It’s not that I have a great deal of contempt for the poor, but someone like Tom is bad news; He’ll try anything to get what he wants and the second Dickie cuts him lose Tom will turn into that same conceited rat that I know he is. I’ve seen it before, hell, its happened to me before, but no matter what Dickie does this can only end badly.
By Levi Haliday
Dear Diary, I love the city of Sanremo Italy, it’s such a beautiful place. Fun parties, pretty girls I mean it feels like the best place in the world. I met some good friends here from America, Dickie and Marge, well I don't think Marge is from America. I also met one of Dickie’s friends Tom but didn’t say much to him. I’m hosting a party tomorrow and I hope everyone shows up to have some fun. It is a nice day out here in Sanremo I might think about going fishing on a boat and have a few drinks you know. Might even have a nice layout on the beach and get a tan. After meeting Dickie and Tom it made me think about taking a trip to America. Some where on the coast so I can go to the beach somewhere maybe like Florida where it doesn't get cold. If I can get Dickie to go back I might consider a vacation for me and him for the summer. I know his family misses him but it may be hard trying to get Dickie to go because he never talks about America. There must be some reason good reason for not going back, i’ve never asked but always wondered what that reason is.
These are my last words here, I lived a good life and I had a lot of fun. Didn’t know that a surprised visit by Tom would put my life to an end. It may be unsolved ,but if you meet Tom please don't be alone with him. Before I was murdered I had time to write this note it may not get found but if it does, just know it wasn't a suicide I was killed by Tom. He came to visit me and I was surprised that he came when I just met him and he wasn't with Dickie which seemed odd. But we got in an argument, I guess the man has a temper that he can’t control when he gets mad. i thought he was a little off when I meet him. I was hit in the back off the head repeatedly and was knocked out. I woke up a little later and was stranded where he had dropped me off. Im writing this letter because I may not make it because Im bleeding too much. If you find this please catch Tom Ripley before he does it again
By Phillip Ellis
By Phillip Ellis