1:05:19
Savage. Extreme, rude...
1:05:22
...crueI, not to trust!
-Victoria...
1:05:25
...Your sIuttish muse.
-Who is she?
1:05:27
-Quiet!
-Victoria, pIease.
1:05:29
Don't try to expIain.
It's not your fauIt.
1:05:33
Or yours.
1:05:36
Victoria, Iisten...
1:05:52
''Do not despair, Victoria.
1:05:54
This is the last page
of our correspondence.
1:05:57
I am only writing to let you know
of my plans for suicide...
1:06:00
by poison or drowning,
I've yet to decide.
1:06:04
All my estate I'm leaving to you.
1:06:07
I have some personal debts to honor,
but everything else will be yours.
1:06:12
Do with it what you will.
It matters little to me.
1:06:17
Regretfully yours, Frederick.''
1:06:20
I'm dying.
1:06:23
Dying.
1:06:25
Do you know anything about music?
Have you heard of Frederick Pope?
1:06:29
Composer, genius.
The onIy virtuoso...
1:06:32
the nation of EngIand
ever came up with.
1:06:35
In a few minutes, his vioIin
is going to be soId...
1:06:38
and if I don't get there because of
your driving or this goddamned traffic...
1:06:42
I'm going to Iose my precious testicIes.
I'm going to be castrated.
1:06:48
-PIease hurry.
-It's there. DuvaI's.
1:06:52
-That's it?
-Yeah.
1:06:55
Why didn't you teII me?
1:06:57
I need a receipt.