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Charlie's Memory
Charlie: I wish I didn't have to do this Terry. Hush gently. Guiding the gun down to a Charlie lap. He raises his hand above his head. Someone in the manner of a prize fighter emitting the crowd. The image nicks Charlie's memory. Wow. What do you weigh these days, slugger? Eight seven eighty eight. Gee when you tip 175 you're beautiful. You should have been another Billy Kahn. But that skunk I got to manage you brought you along too fast. It wasn't him. It was you Charlie. Oh my God. I might need to go home. Is there an Oscar here? Did you have?