1:07:28
Savage. Extreme, rude...
1:07:31
...crueI, not to trust!
-Victoria...
1:07:35
...Your sIuttish muse.
-Who is she?
1:07:37
-Quiet!
-Victoria, pIease.
1:07:39
Don't try to expIain.
It's not your fauIt.
1:07:43
Or yours.
1:07:46
Victoria, Iisten...
1:08:02
''Do not despair, Victoria.
1:08:05
This is the last page
of our correspondence.
1:08:08
I am only writing to let you know
of my plans for suicide...
1:08:12
by poison or drowning,
I've yet to decide.
1:08:15
All my estate I'm leaving to you.
1:08:18
I have some personal debts to honor,
but everything else will be yours.
1:08:24
Do with it what you will.
It matters little to me.
1:08:29
Regretfully yours, Frederick.''
1:08:32
I'm dying.
1:08:35
Dying.
1:08:37
Do you know anything about music?
Have you heard of Frederick Pope?
1:08:41
Composer, genius.
The onIy virtuoso...
1:08:45
the nation of EngIand
ever came up with.
1:08:47
In a few minutes, his vioIin
is going to be soId...
1:08:50
and if I don't get there because of
your driving or this goddamned traffic...
1:08:55
I'm going to Iose my precious testicIes.
I'm going to be castrated.