And I realize Goldie is dead Not a mark on her You'd have to check her pulse to notice those perfect breasts of hers aren't moving like they would if she was breathing. She was murdered and I was right here when it happened... Lying next to her stone drunk, just like she was Damnit Goldie. Who are you and who wanted you dead? Who are you besides an angel of mercy giving a — time loser like me the night of his life...