It's August 25, 1984, 8 o'clock in the morning Bel-Air, Los Angeles, and Truman Capote, the celebrated author of the infamous work, "In Cold Blood", has only three hours and forty-five minutes left to live.

Near Garden City, Kansas, a young girl walks a lonely stretch of dirt road, waiting in her walking, to meet up with "Him".

Time is limited for both, the clock is counting down, but there are issues yet to be resolved, facts yet to faced, guilt to assuage, and a willingness to help and be helped.

Beyond the celebrity, beyond the fame and fortune which came as a tsunami after "In Cold Blood", did Truman live the "Happily Ever After" story of which all authors dream? Or were those nineteen years a downward spiral of drink, drugs and debauchery, in effect, a slow suicide?

When time is no longer on your side, when you are sick, alone and dying, can there be peace and contentment in The End? Is there time enough to create one last epic story, to warp and twist and colour the Past, so that the death knell Present can be accepted, embraced...as one small feminine hand reaches for another?

No More Blood.
Epilogue on the life of Truman Capote and "In Cold Blood"
The End, in every sense, is nigh; the clock is ticking....