1:38:03
I don't know why.
I just don't know why.
1:38:08
[Footsteps Receding]
1:38:12
[Typewriter Keys Clattering]
1:38:14
[Thunder Rumbling]
1:38:16
[Tom's Voice]
My dear Tom.
1:38:18
Im getting out of this.
1:38:22
Freddie's death. Silvana.
1:38:25
Ive thought about going to the police,
but I cant do it.
1:38:30
I cant face it.
1:38:32
I cant face anything anymore.
1:38:34
I cant face anything anymore.
1:38:35
I wish I could give you
the life I took for granted.
1:38:38
[Typewriter Bell Dings,
Clattering Continues]
1:38:41
You've always understood
whats at the heart of me, Tom.
1:38:44
Marge never could.
1:38:47
I suppose that's why
Im writing this to you,
1:38:50
the brother I never had.
1:38:53
The only true friend
I ever had.
1:39:02
in all kinds of ways,
1:39:04
you're much more like the son
my father wanted.
1:39:08
I realize you can
change the people,
1:39:11
change the scenery,
1:39:14
but you can't change
your own rotten self.
1:39:19
Now I can't think what to do
or where to go.
1:39:24
Im haunted by everything
Ive done and cant undo.
1:39:30
Im sorry.
1:39:34
Ive made a mess of being
Dickie Greenleaf, haven't I ?