:50:14
What are you doing?
-I was waiting for you.
:50:19
You're always on my mind.
-I know, you've told me.
:50:25
At night I picture you bleeding
in an alley, in shooting galleries.
:50:30
I'm always so scared.
It's unbearable.
:50:35
You imagine too much.
:50:38
You know this can't go on.
:50:41
Of course I know.
I know it better than you.
:50:49
I know it's my fault,
that's what's killing me.
:50:56
That doesn't change anything.
I don't need this.
:51:10
You don't care much
about living, do you?
:51:13
Not really.
:51:16
I was like you at your age. Ready to
die at any time. I didn't care.
:51:20
That's why the young people
make the best martyrs.
:51:24
It's paradoxical,
but living grows on you,
:51:26
when you begin to subtract:
I've got 20 years left, 15, 10.
:51:29
When you realize it's for the last time.
:51:33
I'm buying my last car.
:51:36
This is my last trip
to Genoa, Barcelona...
:51:39
I won't live that long.
-How do you know?
:51:44
Overdoses are pretty frequent.
:51:47
But you can never tell. Maybe you'll
kick it and reach a ripe old age.
:51:53
We can't decipher the past,
how can we know the future?
:51:57
No one ever knows what'll happen to them.