(summoning her nerve) I don't know how else to say this.
You're my friends, so I thought I could turn to you. I need money.
For the ransom.
ISABELLE:
We don't have that kind of money.
We're not Gettys.
GAIL:
We could get some friends together.
Here aboard your boat. The moneywould be paid back in full, I can'tsay when but -- 49.
ISABELLE:
I mean, when you think how fortunatethat boy has been. The money he'llinherit one day.
GAIL:
All of us are fortunate.
ISABELLE:
Not like that. He's set for life.
GAIL:
He has to live that long first. The money shouldn't matter. He's just aboy, an ordinary boy.
ISABELLE:
Of course it matters, Gail. You'd be asking us, asking our friends, togive a fortune to a boy who's worthmore money than they'll ever have.
GAIL:
If I could think of another way Iwouldn't be asking.
JULIAN:
And let's be honest, Paul was no angel.
GAIL:
You're saying he deserved this?
ISABELLE:
Of course not, but it wasn't entirelya surprise, either. Privileged kidsget into trouble. If it's not drugs -
JULIAN:
Everything comes too easy.
GAIL:
I forgot how you built yourselves upfrom nothing.
我忘了你们是如何白手起家的。
A silence. A crewman comes to take away their salad plates.
沉默。一名船员过来拿走他们的沙拉盘。
ISABELLE:
(a forced smile) You'll see. In a few weeks we'll all be sailing to Portofino again, like none of this ever happened.
EXT. VIA PANSIPERNA, ROME -- EVENING Fletcher Chace walks with a newspaper folded beneath his arm. He passes a streetlight with an "X" marked in chalk.
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Parked twenty paces from the streetlight is a white plumber's van. Chace knocks on the rear door twice, and waits.
INT. WHITE VAN -- EVENING A bland-looking young fellow frisks Chace.