The Talented Mr. Ripley1999

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
Can you imagine, though, if he did kill Freddie, what that must be like? Just to wake up every morning. I mean, how can you? Just wake up and be a person? Drink your coffee?

Tom Ripley:
Well, whatever you do, however terrible, however hurtful, it all makes sense, doesn't it, in your head? You never meet anybody who thinks they're a bad person.

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
Well maybe, but you're still tormented. You must be. You've killed someone.

Tom Ripley:
Don't you just take the past, and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? That's what I do.

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
God, yes. Though in my case, it's probably a whole building.

Tom Ripley:
And then you meet someone special, and all you want to do is to toss them the key and say, open up, step inside. But you can't, because it's dark, there are demons... and if anybody saw how ugly it is...

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
That's the music talking. It's hard to be gloomy if you're playing "Ease Up, Mother Brown". [takes Tom's hands and plays a more light-hearted tune]

Tom Ripley:
I keep wanting to do that, fling the door open just let light in and clean everything out.

[Peter sits next to him, smiling warmly, but Tom pulls away]

Tom Ripley:
See, the thing is, Peter...

Peter Smith-Kingsley:
[sadly] No key.