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Revolves around Frank, an American tourist visiting Italy to mend a broken heart. Elise is an extraordinary woman who deliberately crosses his path.
Elise: Invite me to dinner, Frank? Frank Taylor: What? Elise: [gives him a look] Frank Taylor: Would you like to have dinner? Elise: Women don't like questions. Frank Taylor: Join me for dinner. Elise: Too demanding. Frank Taylor: Join me for dinner? Elise: Another question. Frank Taylor: [thinks for a moment] I'm having dinner, if you'd care to join me. Elise: [smiles at him]
Italian policeman 2: You wish to report a murder. Frank Taylor: Attempted murder. Italian policeman 2: That's not so serious. Frank Taylor: Not when you downgrade it from murder. But when you upgrade it from room service, it's quite serious.
Elise: 20 million dollars worth of plastic surgery. And that's the face you choose. Frank Taylor: You don't like it? Elise: It will do.
Elise: It's the um... the Roman god, Janus. My mother gave it to me when I was little. She wanted to teach me that people have two sides. A good side, a bad side, a past, a future. And that we must embrace both in someone we love. And I tried... Frank Taylor: What's he like? Elise: He's... different, from anybody I know... Frank Taylor: Different's good. Where I come from, the highest compliment they can offer a person is to say that they're down to earth, grounded. I hate it. It drives me nuts!
Frank Taylor: I'm sorry! Elise: What for? Frank Taylor: Aha! Oh do you mind me smoking, it's not a real cigarette, look! It delivers the same amount of nicotine, but the smoke is water vapor. Elise: That's somewhat disappointing. Frank Taylor: Would you rather have me smoking? Elise: I'd rather you be a man who does exactly as he pleases.
Frank Taylor: Fuck!... you're ravenous. Elise: Do you mean 'ravishing'? Frank Taylor: I do. Elise: You're ravenous. Frank Taylor: I am
Hotel Waiter Guido: Bongiorno! Frank Taylor: Bon Jovi!
Frank Taylor: My name's Frank. Elise: That's a terrible name. Frank Taylor: [shrugs] It's the only one I've got. Elise: Perhaps we can find you a new one.
Reginald Shaw: [walking forward, slowly] Alexander, is it you? Truly? Frank Taylor: Truly. Reginald Shaw: Show me your teeth. [Frank opens his mouth, only showing his teeth] Reginald Shaw: Aleaxander has crooked teeth, stained from excessive smoking. Frank Taylor: Braces and electronic cigarettes. Reginald Shaw: He had a high forehead. Frank Taylor: I had a migraine for two weeks after the remodel. Reginald Shaw: You sound different. Frank Taylor: Voice chip implant. Reginald Shaw: No, no. I mean the way you speak. Elise: Yes, that's right. Alexander was English. This man is American. Frank Taylor: [with a slight British accent] I've actually gotten so used to the American accent, I find it a tad difficult to go back. Elise: [scoffingly] That's pathetic. This man is not Alexander Pierce! He's a tourist. Reginald Shaw: A tourist? Elise: Someone I happen to sit next to on a train. Frank Taylor: [pointedly to Shaw] How would a tourist know that you kill every man your wife has ever slept with? Elise: Because I told him that. Reginald Shaw: [to Elise] You... told a tourist? Frank Taylor: Why would she do that? It's absurd.
Elise: I'm sorry I got you involved in all this. Frank Taylor: Why are you involved?
Chief Inspector Jones: Agent Ward, your suspension's lifted. Elise: Thank you, sir. Chief Inspector Jones: And your employment is terminated, immediately. Elise: Thank you, sir.
Elise: So, what are you doing in the city of lovers? Is there no one in your life? Frank Taylor: [quietly] There was. Elise: What happened? Frank Taylor: She left me. Elise: [looking down] I'm sorry to hear that, Frank.
Frank Taylor: Why is everyone trying to kill me?
The Englishman: [as he is restrained] I'm just a tourist. Just a tourist. He said I might get arrested at some point Acheson: [taking the passport] What? The Englishman: But then you'd have to let me go because you have nothing on me. Chief Inspector Jones: Who? The Englishman: The man that's been sending me these texts [holding out his phone] Acheson: [taking the phone] Texts? The Englishman: And the money, of course. Acheson: [looking through the texts in the phone] Let me get this straight, because I'm a little confused. You received money from a man you've never met before, who sends you text messages telling you just to show up somewhere? The Englishman: [wistfully looking around Venice] Well, not just anywhere.
Elise: [as she reads the letter from Pearce] Elise, you have no reason to trust me anymore, but give me a chance to explain myself. I know the police are watching you. We have to throw them off the trail. Board the eight-twenty-two, the Gare de Lyon, pick someone my height and build and make them believe it is me. Burn this letter. It is important you follow my instructions precisely. I love you, Alexander.
Acheson: This is exactly why she chose him. To distract us.
Reginald Shaw: [preparing to cut her] You'll find life is not quite so giving to an ugly woman.
Elise: 20 million worth in plastic surgery and that's the face you chose. Frank Taylor: You don't like it. Elise: That will do.
Elise: You're a part of a plan.
Elise: It's gone too far.
Reginald Shaw: [to his men about Pearce] You know he will be with her. They'll be staying at one of the grand hotels. The Gritti, the Regina, the Danieli. I want you to keep a watch on all of them. You can kill the girl, but you can't kill him. Not until I have my money that is.
Chief Inspector Jones: [almost disdainfully] Alexander Pearce has seven hundred and forty four million in illegal assets that given he is a British subject we might seize. This operation so far has cost me eight million. If I thought there was more that a one in a hundred chance you could be success, it would be rational for me to continue this operation... I do not.