1:31:01
- But then...
- But then what?
1:31:04
At Amalfi...
1:31:06
...high above the Mediterranean,
in a garden, I took his arm.
1:31:11
You took his arm. Yes...?
1:31:13
It seemed like such a natural thing
to do, but he pulled away.
1:31:16
How he must have loathed
being touched by her.
1:31:20
I only did it to try and show
my appreciation for his kindness.
1:31:24
I didn't want to...
1:31:26
There was nothing else.
1:31:30
Anyway...
1:31:32
...it was there in Amalfi...
1:31:34
...suddenly, last summer,
that he began to be restless and...
1:31:39
Go on.
1:31:43
He couldn't go on.
1:31:44
He couldn't write his summer poem.
1:31:47
I have his notebook here. See?
1:31:50
Title, Poem of Summer.
And the date of the summer: 1937.
1:31:54
And after that, blank pages,
blank pages. Nothing but nothing.
1:31:58
A poet's vocation rests
on something...
1:32:01
...as fine and thin as a spider's web.
1:32:03
It's all that holds him
out of destruction.
1:32:05
Very few are able to do it alone.
1:32:08
Great help is needed.
I did give it. She didn't.
1:32:10
She's right about that.
I failed him.
1:32:13
I wasn't able to keep
the web from breaking.
1:32:15
I saw it breaking,
I couldn't save it.
1:32:17
Now the truth's coming out. Maybe
she'll admit what really happened.
1:32:21
- What did happen?
- How she killed him.
1:32:24
How she murdered him
at Cabeza de Lobo. Ask her.
1:32:32
What did really happen?
1:32:35
Suddenly, last summer...
1:32:37
...he wasn't young anymore.
1:32:39
We went to Cabeza de Lobo...
1:32:41
...suddenly, he switched
from the evenings to the beach.
1:32:45
Evenings to the beach?
1:32:46
I mean, from the evenings
to the afternoons.
1:32:51
Suddenly, Cousin Sebastian changed
to the afternoons in the beach.
1:32:55
What kind of a beach was it?
Was it a public beach?
1:32:58
Yes, public.