:06:06
But then, I look through the lens
of my camera and you're there.
:06:11
I start to write an article
and I find myself writing it to you.
:06:16
It's clear to me now that we
have been moving towards each other...
:06:21
...towards those 4 days,
all of our lives."
:06:24
I don't want to hear anymore.
Burn the damn thing.
:06:27
I don't want to hear it.
:06:29
Throw it away.
:06:36
What's he saying now?
:06:39
He just goes on about how
if Mom ever needed him...
:06:43
...she could reach him through the
National Geographic Magazine in D.C.
:06:48
He was a photographer.
:06:52
He promises not to write again.
:06:55
And then, all it says is:
:06:59
"I love you, Robert."
:07:03
Robert!
:07:05
Jesus!
:07:08
I'll kill him.
:07:09
That would be some trick. He's dead.
That's what this letter is...
:07:14
...from his attorney.
:07:17
He left most of his things to Mom.
:07:22
And requested....
:07:26
What?
:07:29
That he be cremated and his ashes
thrown off Roseman Bridge.
:07:34
Damn him! I knew Mom
wouldn't have thought that up herself.
:07:39
It was some damn perverted...
:07:42
...photographic mind influencing her.
:07:46
When did the bastard die?
:07:48
'82.
:07:51
Wait a minute, that was...
:07:53
...3 years after Daddy....
Do you think...?
:07:56
I don't know!
I'm completely in the dark.
:07:59
That's what I get for moving away.