In his wheelchair in the park of the old people's home, Burt evokes moments past.
The passions that like comets came into his life, ending in oblivion.
Those charming women who never knew whether they were with him out of love or for the money he possessed.
That belle epoque in which his youth allowed him waste and madness was frequent in his celebrations and perversions.
His future is to die.
When that happens, the world will know his will.
He will learn the place where the bodies of his partners are buried, which because of jealousy he murdered.