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and send Christmas cards

on recycled paper.

It's a crock, James. It's for kids.

You know, I like seeing you.

I like being with you...

Have a happy New Year.

Merry Christmas.

Taxi.

Excuse me, ma'am, I think

you dropped something there.

That's my cab. Oh, sir, please, l...

You sonofabitch,

you can burn in hell.

Bye bye, Grandma. Bye bye.

I got into broadcasting

because I like to give.

Sometimes I found myself hurting

from giving too much,

and I'd say 'Stop it'.

I'm always gonna cherish this.

And all of you.

I should've went in there.

I should've said 'Frank Cross...'

You stinking guy. You big dog, you.

4.85.

Here's five.

Mr Cross.

Wasn't he a medical genius?

Calvin, I think doctor

is a Latin word for thief.

200 I don't have to tell me you don't speak.

I'm your mother,

I know you don't speak. Yet.

We'll show 'em, honey. You gonna

surprise a lot of people.

Yes, you are.

You start talking, then go to

law school and sue his butt off.

Come.

Who's there?

This office is closed.

This whole wing is closed.

Grace.

Grace.

That was a good one.

How are you, kid? You...Ah...

Will you excuse me?

I'll make myself a little drink.

I don't mind you hitting me,

Frank, but mind the Bacardi.

To old times, my friend.

Oh, my God, it's...

Lew Hayward, your old boss.

Your best friend.

But you're...

...dead.

- Seven years.

Has it been that long?

To look at you I wouldn't have

guessed more than three, tops.

Oh, Frank. Frank, you are in trouble.

Big trouble.

All right, let's say for argument's

sake that that I am in big trouble.

What would that mean?

- Look at me.

Now, if you don't change your ways

you'll wind up doomed, just as I am.

One minute, I'm on the 14h hole

at Wingfoot, lining up a putt.

A heart attack later,

I'm a worm feast.

No, no, no, no, no, no,

you're not a worm feast,

you're an hallucination

brought on by alcohol,

Russian vodka poisoned by Chernobyl.

I've been under a lot of pressure lately...

SlLENCE.

- Ouch.

I had it all.

I was a captain of industry.

Feared by men. Adored by women.

Adored?.

Let's be honest, Lew.

You paid for the women.

Don't waste your life as I did.

- Waste?.

You're a legend in this business -

you invented the mini-series.

Mankind should have been my business.

Charity, mercy, kindness -

that should've been my business.

Don't wait. Get yourself involved.

It's too late for me,

but not for you.

You are going to be visited by three ghosts.

THREE ghosts?

- Three ghosts, Frank.

Expect the first one tomorrow at noon.

Tomorrow's bad for me, Lew, and the

rest of the week's a wash-out. Ouch.

Maybe we could have drinks,

say Thursday?

This is no joke, Frank.

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