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♪♪

All right, what's the idea?

Just a minute, sonny.

Just a minute? What do you want?

Well, sonny, I want to talk to you...

about Miss Sylvie Ann.

Miss Sylvie Ann is none of your business.

Now, you stay away from her.

Joe!

What happened?

Oh, you're hurt.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

Oh, yeah, I-I guess I am hurt a little bit.

Well, come on inside. I'll fix that cut for you.

All right.

- Ooh. - It's arnica.

Uh, bottled fire, you mean.

You'll give our place a bad reputation.

What were you fighting about?

I still don't know.

I was walking over to the Palace when this big buffalo jumped me.

"Stay away from Miss Sylvie Ann," he said.

Fat chance there is of that happening.

Little Joe, how many times

do I have to tell you... I'm not your sort of girl.

Then just what sort of a girl are you?

Well, I... I'm no Juliet.

You got the whole town talking about you, my boy.

Yeah? What do you mean?

That fight, my boy.

I... Sylvie Ann... where are the drinks?

Pop, isn't it a little early for that?

N-Not for me. No, sir, not for me.

Oh, um, Mr. Cartwright, Mr. Brock.

Mr. Brock.

I've heard a lot about you.

You own most of the mining claims around here, don't you?

And I've heard about you.

Higgler's a real hardcase and troublemaker.

I had to fire him from one of my mines.

Everyone was surprised the way you handled him.

Yeah, I was a little surprised myself.

You made an impression on this town, a big one.

Now, we'll have a small libation.

Just a small libation.

Mr. Mayor, you know, I think Mr. Cartwright

might be the man to help you.

What's that? Oh, yes! Yes, indeed.

The very man.

Help you do what?

Please, sit down.

You see, our sheriff, he had an accident.

He broke his leg. We had to take him to Reno,

and he'll be gone for a couple of weeks.

Now, what this town needs is someone to wear his badge

until he gets back.

Mr. Cartwright, we think you're just the man.

You want me to wear a sheriff's badge?

But you can handle yourself, you proved that today.

That's what the job needs.

Isn't that right, Mayor?

Y-Yes, yes indeed.

Here, you look at it from the viewpoint

of, of the people who live here.

Who are we gonna pin that badge on?

Some, some grocery clerk? No!

Now, w-wait a minute.

Now, don't you think this is an awful lot of responsibility

just to, to hand to someone as young as myself?

You know what we mean, don't you, Sylvie Ann?

It's a matter of, um,

of civic responsibility.

Well, I have to admit,

it, it does make sense.

Never argue with a woman, Mr. Cartwright.

It's awfully hard to argue with a woman like Sylvie Ann.

Well, Sylvie Ann?

If it's for the good of the town, I'm on their side.

This job's getting tougher to turn down every minute.

Then why turn it down?

There's something I have to do first.

Then you're saying you're gonna take the job?

I'm saying I'll think about it.

- That's good enough. - Capital! Capital!

Now, I think we should have a little drink on that.

I hope you'll see it our way.

Gentlemen, I'll let you know by tomorrow morning.

I'll see you later.

I'll be here.

♪♪

Why? Don't you think I can handle responsibility?

Joe, I'm talking about a particular

kind of responsibility.

The responsibility that every man wears

who pins on a badge and works,

and sometimes dies,

making the law stand for what it does.

But, Pa, I understand that,

but no one, not even this,

this kind of sheriff you're talking about,

knows how he's gonna work out until he's given the chance.

But why a sheriff, Joe?

Why?

I didn't raise my sons to... live by a gun.

Now, we all worked hard

to make the Ponderosa what it is.

I'd always thought that we'd...

all be content and happy

to share in its future.

Pa, it's not that.

I-I'm not deserting the Ponderosa.

All I want is a chance to see if I can handle a job

when it's given to me off the Ponderosa as well as on.

Pa, it's only for a few weeks.

Besides, what could happen in a little town like Rubicon?

It only takes one man to break the law.

Son...

I wouldn't be honest with you

if I didn't tell you that I don't like this idea.

Now, perhaps... Well, maybe it'd be better

if you tell them to find someone else.

You mean find someone that's older, don't you, Pa?

Someone's who's not the baby of the family.

Someone's who's a grown up man like Hoss or Adam.

Well, I'm tired of being Little Joe, Pa.

I'm tired of being the little brother.

I want a chance to do something by myself.

Joseph, I've never treated you as a baby.

I'm sorry, Pa. It's not you.

But it is Hoss and it is Adam.

They don't pay any attention to anything I do.

Everything I try to do is a big joke to them.

Well, I...

I think I can understand how you feel, son.

But do you really think that

pinning on a sheriff's badge is gonna solve that problem?

Ah, Little Joe, we,

we got all that wood loaded without you.

Oh, you're back from Rubicon when the work's all finished.

That's pretty good timing.

That's enough fooling around, boys.

Little Joe here has a serious decision to make

and I think we all ought to hear it.

Don't tell me he's gonna marry

that little gal over in Rubicon.

Which one? Aren't there several?

Joe's been offered a job.

What kind of job, Little Joe?

Being the sheriff of Rubicon.

Sheriff?

What's everybody in Rubicon... Gals or something?

At least you can see now why I have to take the job.

Sheriff.

Thank you very much, boys.

You just forced him into making a decision

that I didn't want him to make.

You mean he really wants to be a sheriff?

Yes, I'm afraid he does.

Oh, Pa, Little Joe's just... Little Joe.

He's just a kid.

Is he, Adam?

Or is it that you've been

thinking of him for so long as being just a little brother

that you've forgotten that he's growing up.

That he has grown-up feelings...

and grown-up pride.

Well, if he's really serious about this,

we ought to get in to Rubicon.

He's gonna get in some trouble he can't handle.

No, Hoss, that's just the point.

Little Joe has got to learn to handle his own troubles.

I only wish he'd...

hadn't picked such a hard way to start.

Well... I hope he remembers.

Remembers what?

That he has a family.

That we love him...

and we'd help him if he... needs help.

Brock.

Well, Mr. Mayor, what is it?

He's here. That Cartwright kid.

You mean Little Joe?

Then he went for it, didn't he?

Yes, he went for it.

He must sure think a lot of your daughter, Mr. Mayor.

I hope she thinks you're worth all this.

I'll be glad when the whole thing is over.

Come on, you old sot,

fortify yourself with some courage

to swear in our new sheriff.

Those men you sent for,

when will they get here?

All in good time, Mr. Mayor.

All in good time.

And I further swear that I will enforce the laws

of this town and my country.

To the very best of my ability. So help me, God.

To the very best of my ability.

So help me, God.

Congratulations and, and thanks, Sheriff.

Well, Mayor?

Oh, yes. Congratulations.

Is that all there is to it?

It's a simple act, Cartwright.

All it takes is a good man.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Uh, the city, uh, charter.

The law requires the sheriff to read it.

I guess I better learn the laws I'm supposed to enforce.

Now, don't go expecting too much excitement

in our little town, Sheriff.

And if you get tired of reading,

you know where the Royal Palace is.

Good luck.

Thank you, Mayor.

Ab, I'm not sure about that kid.

He seemed pretty serious about this thing.

You worry too much, George.

Well, I have reason to.

And the, the others...

The time is getting close and they're not even here yet.

Yes, they are, George, yes, they are.

32, at the end of the hall.

Who are the two undertakers?

I don't know, just some strangers.

So you decided to take the job.

That's right.

That's getting to see you the hard way, isn't it?

Is that the only reason you took the job?

No, it's, it's not the only reason,

but I think you're a pretty good one.

Oh, that reminds me, I, I wrote something down for you.

Well, what's the matter, don't you like it?

The city charter of Rubicon?

Hmm? Oh, oh, no, I gave you the wrong paper.

Oh, there.

"But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks?

"It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.

"Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,

"Who is already sick and pale with grief

That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she."

Well, that's beautiful.

Do you know what it's from?

Romeo and Juliet.

Of course I'm, uh, I'm not exactly Romeo.

Hey, what's going on here?

The duties of the job aren't too demanding, are they, Sheriff?

To be quite frank with you,

I'm not exactly sure what my duties are yet.

Well, don't let me chase you away.

Fred, let me have a cup of coffee, will you, please?

I guess it is about time I show the citizens of Rubicon

what their new sheriff looks like.

I'll see you later.

Bye-bye, Joe.

Ab... why are you doing this?

Oh, honey, why worry about it?

Why did you have Sheriff Cleaver sent out of town?

Because he's a hard-nosed old man

with 35 years' experience wearing a badge and using a gun.

And Little Joe?

Just a romantic kid.

With no experience?

That's right.

Even if he blunders into my plan,

he'll hesitate at that crucial second.

By the time he figures out what to do, it'll be too late.

Will you please tell me what's going to happen and when?

How long has it been, Sylvie Ann,

since we first met?

Five years, three months, and two days.

And you've been patient, honey,

and now we almost have it.

Ab, I would have married you

five years ago without a cent.

I know, but marriage without money is no good,

and now we can have both.

In just a few days we'll be, we'll be on our way

with the whole world in front of us.

But I don't want the whole world.

I just want you.

Hey, about yesterday, no hard feelings.

Get lost, Sheriff.

Now, look, I'm only trying to be friendly.

Now, you look.

Don't you try to play sheriff with me, sonny boy.

You run along home and play with your toys.

Wait a minute, I was just try...

All right, sonny boy.

Come try.

Now, why don't you just give up, sonny boy?

Hold it.

You're not going anywhere just yet.

Don't make me use it.

Take your gun out nice and easy

and throw it in front of you.

All right, I'm taking you in.

What's wrong?

You sore because you got a little bit of your own medicine?

No.

I've been beat up before.

I just want to find out why you didn't nail me the first time.

What's the charge?

For a starter,

assaulting an officer of the law.

Over by the cell.

Get inside.

You can't keep me here.

I can and I will till you answer some questions.

Like what?

Like who hired you to lose that fight.

Well, now, I can't answer a question like that.

You're going to have to if you want to get out of that cell.

You know, I never met the man I couldn't whip with these.

But they're no good against bullets.

Give me the answers I want

and I'll make sure you get safely out of town.

Who's the man that hired you?

You don't expect me to answer that.

Men you're afraid of won't know whether you did or not.

They're not gonna be able to take any chances

with you behind bars.

They know I won't talk.

Yeah, sure, they will for a day or two.

What's going to happen then?

They're not gonna be able to take any chances.

They're gonna come for you, Higgler.

You don't have much choice.

I got one choice here, boy.

You're gonna have to beat it out of me

if you think you can.

Joe, I heard about it.

Oh, look at your face.

All right, never mind that.

Let's talk.

Yesterday I was a big man.

I whipped the town bully and didn't even mess my hair.

Today I couldn't have whipped Higgler

with one hand tied behind his back.

And you know what that means?

No, I don't.

It means this whole thing was a setup,

and I walked into it like a fool kid.

Oh, Joe, don't say that.

Why not?

It's the truth, isn't it?

And you're in on it, too, aren't you, Sylvie Ann?

Well, aren't you?

No.

Joe, believe me, I don't know anything about this.

You and Brock talked me into taking this job.

They couldn't even wait a day or two, could they?

Joe, maybe you shouldn't have taken this job.

All right, move on, the excitement's over.

Now, what do you know about this?

What's going to happen?

I don't know what's going to happen.

I just don't want you to get caught in it.

An hour ago you were tickled pink I took this job.

All right, I changed my mind.

Now, take off that tin badge

and quit trying to play grown-up.

You're just a kid.

Can't you understand that?

There are some things you just can't do.

Thanks, now you sound like my family.

Then go home, Joe, where you belong.

Whatever is wrong here is not your concern.

This badge makes it my concern.

This town gave me a job, I'm going to finish it.

And what'll you do the next time you run into another Higgler...

Read him some poetry,

something out of Romeo and Juliet?

You're just stupid.

Is that head of yours filled with muscle?

Why didn't you stay out of town like I told you?

I was getting out of town, Mr. Brock.

I just stopped for one drink.

One drink... and you ended up in the sheriff's jail?

What did you tell him?

I didn't tell him anything.

I swear it, Mr. Brock.

I don't like this, Ab, I don't like it at all.

You said it'd be simple; now it's getting complicated.

Just shut up!

Now, you just get him out of town,

and you put him on the road.

You mean under the road, don't you?

No, you let him go.

I don't want any more, as my friend the mayor puts it.

Complications! Now, you just get out of here!

Pop, what's going on up there?

Nothing. Nothing, my dear.

- You leave it be. - Leave it be?

How can I? I just saw Higgler

with one of those strangers.

- Pop, how'd he get out of jail? - Now, I told you before,

leave it alone.

The less you know, the better off you'll be.

All right. If you won't tell me, I'll go ask Ab.

No, no. Please don't do that.

I don't want you involved in any of this.

Aren't you my father?

Aren't I already involved?

You looking for something, Mayor?

Oh. Sheriff.

Uh, just in time for a little drink.

No, no, thanks, no drink.

I just have some questions that need answers.

Answers? Answers?

They're all in the city charter, my boy.

No, not these answers, Mayor.

They didn't bother to write these down.

But I think you could give me a few.

Well, let's not just stand here

like ordinary citizens.

After all, we're city officials.

Uh, let's go over there in the alcove

and have a little talk, hmm?

That's just what I want to have, Mayor, a little talk.

Hm.

Sylvie Ann, can't you see that I'm busy with my associate

from San Francisco?

I understand, Mr. Brock.

A gentleman never keeps a lady waiting.

All right, but I want to go over our business arrangements again.

I'll be just down the hall, Mr. Brock.

All right, what is it that can't wait?

Ab, what's going on? Who are these men?

- What do they want here? - I haven't got time

to answer a lot of silly questions.

Well, Joe Cartwright is asking me questions,

and they're questions I can't answer.

He wants to know about Higgler,

and about how he got to be sheriff.

What'd you tell him?

What could I tell him? I don't know.

That's right.

And what you don't know you don't worry about.

But Joe's right.

You did set Higgler up for him, didn't you?

I just saw him now in the lobby with one of those...

- those undertakers. - All I did was send him out of town.

You really enjoy looking for trouble, don't you?

Tomorrow, everything out there can belong to me.

But there's one man who can ruin it.

He's coming to Rubicon tomorrow on the stage.

Is that the man that's gonna buy

the options on your mining claims?

He knows me from somewhere else?

Under a different name and, uh...

different reputation.

Ab, I don't know what you're talking about.

The minute he steps off that stage

there's gonna be an accident.

Why?

Well, because he can blow my scheme sky-high

the minute he sees me.

I didn't even know he was with that mining syndicate

till they telegraphed me.

He's got to die.

But that's murder!

Of course it's murder.

Men murder other men every day in the week

for small, petty reasons.

Well, this is gonna be for a big reason.

For us and our future.

But, Ab, I don't want it that way.

I won't let you do it!

What are you gonna do, go to the authorities?

To your father, the mayor, or maybe to our new young sheriff?

Listen, he may be young, but he believes in that badge.

Well, if he lifts one little finger,

he's gonna be our young but dead sheriff.

No, Ab, please!

Sylvie Ann, you've waited five long years, same as me.

But I don't want it like this, not this way!

Well, what do you want, you want that cheap bar downstairs?

You want to be stuck in this town the rest of your life?

Now, listen to me, it is all arranged and paid for,

no connection with me at all.

It's gonna look like a robbery attempt

on that stage that failed.

Oh, that's why you sent for those two men, I knew it!

I smelled death on them.

Everywhere they go, they reek of it.

That's right. That's their job.

Honey, I thought you loved me.

Oh... I do love you.

Then trust me, Sylvie Ann.

You won't regret it.

And what about Little Joe?

He's only a boy, Ab.

Well, you just keep him occupied till after that stage comes in.

Nothing's gonna happen to him.

That's... several hours.

Yeah, I guess it is.

Ab... please tell me you love me.

You know I love you.

Don't you ever forget it.

Don't worry, Sylvie Ann, he didn't tell me anything.

No, he escapes pretty fast in that bottle.

So that leaves you.

Yes, I guess it does.

Do you want to ask me any more questions?

For a starter, where's Brock?

I guess I know where he is.

Joe, wait.

Brock!

Brock!

You know where he went... Where is he?

Little Joe, I've got to talk to you.

Well, that's very funny.

All of a sudden, you have to talk to me, huh?

Look, what I said before to you, I-I was angry.

"In anger truth will out." I read that somewhere,

and not in Romeo and Juliet.

I tried to tell you I was no Juliet.

All right, we've been through this all before, haven't we?

All I want now are some answers.

You're Brock's girl, right?

You've always been his girl.

Oh... you had to find that out someday.

And that's why you went along with this...

this cheap trick of making me the sheriff,

why you got me to pin this badge on.

Yes, because my man asked me to,

and because I would do anything that my man asked me to do.

With one exception, Little Joe.

Murder.

So that's it, huh?

All right, when is it gonna be?

Tomorrow, sunup... on the stage.

They're gonna try to kill one of the passengers.

I don't know who.

The two undertakers we saw,

Brock hired them, too, didn't he?

Yes.

Two against one; he likes a sure thing.

Now you want me to stop it, is that it?

I wish you could.

But pinning on a badge and strapping on a gun

will never make a gunfighter out of you.

Oh, so that's the real reason for giving me the job, huh?

Yeah.

They wanted a boy for a sheriff, not a man.

But you are a man, Joe, a very good man.

But you can't do it alone.

I think my family might agree with you.

Want to know the real reason why I took this job?

Oh, granted, you were... you were part of it.

The real reason was...

for the first time in my life

somebody outside the family offered me a job with...

with responsibility.

It was a chance to prove myself to my father and my brothers.

Well, look at me now.

Wait a minute.

Your father and your brothers.

With their help, there'd be enough of you

to stop this whole thing.

Well, Joe, you can't do anything about it all by yourself.

I can try.

You wouldn't stand a chance.

That's the way it was planned, wasn't it?

Well, don't you worry, Sylvie Ann...

when the stage comes in tomorrow,

I'll be there to meet it.

Joe, wait.

You do understand, don't you?

I mean, about Brock and me.

No, I-I don't understand.

Not you and Brock.

Not a girl like you.

♪♪

♪♪

Sure thing, Sheriff.

Sylvie Ann.

Where you going this time of night?

Like you told me, what you don't know won't hurt you.

It's too late to worry about me now, Pop.

Well, that ought to hold you for a while.

And she wouldn't tell me where she was going.

Now, I'm asking you to get up and find her.

She's a big girl, Mayor.

I'm sure she's been out alone at night before.

You mean to tell me you're gonna lie there and do nothing?

Look, I'm the sheriff here, not her father.

I should've known better than to swear in a boy for a sheriff.

♪♪

They wanted a boy?

All right, I'll give 'em one.

You think somebody stole your horse?

Well, n-no, no, I-I didn't say they stole my horse.

I just said it disappeared out of the barn.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Sheriff.

- Maybe the mayor... - Mr. Brock, now, that's

what I wanted to talk to you about, Mr. Brock.

About my being sheriff.

What do you want to talk about?

Well, see, in the beginning,

the whole idea about being sheriff and everything,

you see, that all appealed to me.

I-I don't know, I... I think I'm too young or something.

I-I think it's too big a job for me.

All right, we're satisfied with the job you're doing.

You're doing just fine.

Isn't that right, Mayor?

Sure, fine.

Yeah, but am I really, Mr. Brock?

Now, look, f-first thing, I arrest that bully, Higgler,

and then I lose him.

And earlier this evening, I'm talking to Sylvie Ann,

and now she's disappeared.

And... and to top it all off,

I-I can't even find my horse.

Well, it's just that you're kind of new at the job.

You haven't had much experience sheriffing,

but, uh, you'll get better as you go on.

I-I just don't think so.

Sure you will.

There's only, uh, one thing, though.

Yeah, what's-what's that?

Well, it's Sylvie Ann.

I, um... I think you should go look for her.

Yeah, but how can I?

I-I don't even know where she went.

Well, the, um... the mayor's kind of worried about her.

Would you look for her, Sheriff?

Without a horse?

Listen, Cartwright, I happen to own a livery stable here,

and it's just full of horses.

If they haven't all been stolen by now, you can have your pick.

Hey, thanks, Mr. Brock. Yeah.

I'll get started in the morning.

In the morning?

Well, that's hours from now.

You-you better start at once, Sheriff.

Oh, in-in the dark?

Well, I think it gets light about 5:00.

You should find your way around by then.

Oh, 5:00.

Well, I-I better get my stuff together.

Stuff?

Oh, yeah, my-my, uh... my guns, my handcuffs...

Oh, of course.

My warrants.

Well, good luck, Sheriff.

Well, thanks, Mr. Brock.

I'm-I'm gonna make it all up to you.

That kid couldn't find a needle in a pincushion.

- I tell you, Brock... - All right, Mayor, all right.

I just want him out of town.

He's liable to get himself killed hanging around here.

And I want this clean, and I want it simple.

What about Sylvie Ann? Where has she gone?

Will you get a hold on yourself?

She's a woman, isn't she?

She's worried about this business.

She doesn't want to see it happen.

She'll be back when it's all over.

Everything's getting all mixed up.

Maybe we could call it off, huh?

We can't call it off.

Do you understand that?

And stop worrying about Sylvie Ann.

I told you, she'll be back.

She loves me.

Mr. Cartwright?

Mr. Cartwright...?

Well. You all right? Are you hurt?

Yes, I... I'm all right.

Is this the Ponderosa?

Well, yes'm, it is.

What are you doing with Little Joe's horse?

I've got to talk to Mr. Cartwright.

I best get you in the house.

Pa?!

Hey, Pa, come down here quick!

What is it, Hoss?

Pa, this-this little gal came riding in on Little Joe's horse.

Get some brandy.

What's this about you riding in on my son's horse?

Well, I... I thought if I rode his horse,

you'd believe me.

Believe what?

Who are you? Where are you from?

My name is Sylvie Ann.

Thanks.

My father owns the Palace Hotel in Rubicon,

and I work there.

You didn't ride all the way from Rubicon to tell me that.

What's happened to Little Joe?

Well, nothing yet,

but something's going to unless he gets help.

What kind of trouble is he in?

Mr. Cartwright, you brought him up too well.

You-you taught him about responsibility.

What kind of trouble is he in?

He's in serious trouble.

In a few hours, he's gonna be facing up to it all alone.

Facing up to what?

Two hired killers.

Get Adam.

Hey, Adam?

Adam! Come down here right quick.

You're the girl Joseph has been seeing in Rubicon?

I'm the girl.

Not quite the right kind of girl for him, am I, Mr. Cartwright?

You're a pretty girl, Sylvie Ann.

The important thing is to get help to Joseph right now.

Doesn't anybody ever go to bed around here?

Oh, why didn't you say we had company?

It's-it's Joe. He-He's in trouble in Rubicon.

Saddle up the horses. It's a long ride.

Will you be able to ride with us?

I can try.

♪♪

"And so Dad, I realize now

"it's awfully tough to face responsibility alone,

"but I've made up my mind to see it through.

"If something goes wrong, I know you'll understand.

Joe."

Gentlemen, it worked like a charm.

The rest is up to you.

That's what we been paid for, isn't it?

Now, remember, it's the man I shake hands with.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Come on!

♪♪

Hyah! Hyah!

Hey!

Whoa! Whoa!

Put up your hands.

Throw down that shotgun.

All right, everybody out.

Drop it!

Don't shoot!

Somebody get a doctor.

Mr. Jennings?

You know this man?

His name is Brock.

His name isn't Brock.

It's Winslow. John Winslow.

I saw him commit murder in St. Louis six years ago.

Ab. Oh, Ab.

I tried to stop it for your sake.

Poor Sylvie Ann.

Always the worrier.

Looks like you were six years too late.

I don't understand.

Jennings can tell you.

That's why I was meeting you...

To wipe you and that memory out of...

out of the world.

A world that was almost mine.

Take it easy. I've sent for a doctor.

A doctor?

Aren't you going to use that...

tin badge of yours?

Aren't you gonna... arrest me?

I made a... big mistake, picking you.

I'm sorry, Sylvie Ann.

Oh, Ab.

Come along, my dear.

Oh, Ab. Oh.

Tough job, son?

It was a lot tougher than I thought it would be.

Well, I didn't think you'd mind if we came to pay you a visit.

Thanks. It gets a little lonely in a strange town.

Looks like you did a real good job, Little Brother.

You coming home with us?

Soon as the regular sheriff gets back.

Want us to hang around?

Why? So you can make some more jokes about me?

Sorry. Never again.

That's for dang sure, Little Brother.

Well, look, uh, why don't you come over to my office

and have a cup of coffee?

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