Bear Mountain Bridge

You know?

There was a pla- we, we went and toured a spot over here, uh, right across the Bear Mountain Bridge.

Uh-

Yeah, uh-

In June 2008, a Wall Street money manager staged his own death.

[tense music] He drove an SUV from his home in Armonk, New York to Bear Mountain Bridge.

[door opening] He parked the car and stepped out, peering down at the Hudson River flowing beneath him.

It's a 155-foot drop, but he doesn't jump.

He figures that police will be swarming all over his house once they realize he's not showing up to prison.

He leaves the RV and drives back home with his girlfriend in her car.

When they arrive, Samuel says goodbye to Deborah, gets in his red GMC SUV, and sets off towards Bear Mountain Bridge.

The clock strikes 9:30.

They had provided themselves with a liberal supply of guns and ammunition, and with the foolish conservatism of the very rich, refusing to believe that money was valueless, had raided store after store until they had acquired a considerable supply of currency.

This is the Bear Mountain Bridge, isn't it? Said the dancer.

Let's stop at West Point and pick up a cadet.

They're so ornamental.

They had provided themselves with a liberal supply of guns and ammunition, and with the foolish conservatism of the very rich, refusing to believe that money was valueless, had raided store after store until they had acquired a considerable supply of currency.

"This is the Bear Mountain Bridge, isn't it?" said the dancer.

"Let's stop at West Point and pick up a cadet.

They're so ornamental." Stevens glanced at her sourly from the wheel.

They had provided themselves with a liberal supply of guns and ammunition, and with the foolish conservatism of the very rich, refusing to believe that money was valueless, had raided store after store until they had acquired a considerable supply of currency.

This is the Bear Mountain Bridge, isn't it? said the dancer.

Let's stop at West Point and pick up a cadet.

They're so ornamental.

bridge painter.

I ended up becoming a bridge painter down at Bear Mountain Bridge.

But that kind of helped me out for the fine apartment.

Yeah.