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on human target. You are now trespassing. Why is Dr.

Robillard and his so-called church buying up the valley? Get in the car.

Religious paramilitary group. These guys are really crazy. Only a very few will

be left to populate the next Eden.

You got your seatbelt on?

Face.

You're still a man, Chris.

You're allowed to fall for somebody.

Okay, Jeffers, we're two for four. Let's try three for five. You ready? Yeah. You

all right? Okay.

Here we go.

I got the jack of hearts.

Let's go hard to port.

You ready?

Uh-huh.

And now.

Oh!

How'd I do? By the bing, two points. This is the number 23, Jeff Carlisle.

All right. I am surrounded by six-year-olds.

Okay, man, we got the five of clubs.

Let's do the old dipperoo on three. Ready?

Solid. One, two, three.

Ba-da-boom!

All right, that's it. That's enough. That's it. Jeff, put the plan on

autopilot. Get up here, please. I'd like to talk to you. Libby, you're ruining

our game.

I have nail polish all over my hands, Arlo.

Yo, Liv.

What's up?

Trouble with you two. Look, this is an airplane, not a tilt-a-whirl. Look,

we're sorry. What do you want? We're bored, all of us. Yeah, especially

Captain Moody downstairs.

We need some action bad.

Anything? Day eight is counting. Check it out for yourself.

If we don't get something soon, Chris will just get weirder and weirder. I

know the man.

You're right. I mean, he stays in his room all the time and he gets so

intense.

You only land so that we can refuel.

A little change of scenery would certainly do him good.

Maybe a little female companionship. Ah, female companionship.

Does have a nice ring to it, though.

Hello, is anybody down there in trouble?

Please?

You are now trespassing. Get that camera out of here.

We just want to talk to Dr. Robillard about his intentions here in Kilgore.

That's all. Dr.

Robillard has no interest in the outside world.

I suggest you get back in your vehicle. Why is Dr.

Robillard and his so-called church buying up half the valley? And where's

he getting the money to do it?

There he is.

I can't get a good shot. Now get the hell out of here. I can't get a good

shot. Now get the hell out of here. Right, right. Get in the car. Get in the

car.

I assume you have permits for those guns. All right, we're going, okay? You

don't have to get violent. Now, give me the videotape.

Robin, drop it, okay? Drop it. No!

Don't make a mistake. Drop it, Robin.

Drop it.

Peter. Give me the tape before you find something on the lake. Get out of here.

Authorization to be over that compound.

Can't do my job with my hands tied.

You were supposed to cover the male lingerie show at the mall.

The men had guns, sir. They're lunatic fringe, not news.

Oh, but male lingerie is. I'm sorry, Mr. DeGallo. I gotta go with Robin on this

one. You go with Robin on every one.

Look, nobody gives a damn about these clowns.

Besides, your paper's a waster.

Focus was so bad, it looked like a Van Gogh. Cut us some slack, will you?

Look, I didn't hire you for news. You're features.

And it's ridiculous, because with my network experience, I... Two 15-second

pickups with Peter Jennings, and you have network experience.

Those were good spots, Mr. DeGallo.

Yeah. And I'm sure the next time the New York needs some blurry footage or some

end-of-the-world bonehead, they'll call you again.

Next time, stick with the lingerie, Ms.

Wrightson.

He's right. You know, the tape's a total wash.

It's all right. Next time it won't. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What do

you mean next time? Can I just tell you that we got another one of those letters

for you this morning of the we're going to bury you deep variety? Do you think

we could just lay off this for once?

You were a lot more adventurous when you were married.

Yeah, well, now that I'm single again, I got that old will to live back. You know

what I'm saying?

You can kill me, you know?

On the one hand, you're this very sensible guy ready to back off at the

first sign of danger. And on the other hand...

What do you think Robillard's going to do when he finds out that tape you gave

him was a blank?

Between the two of us, God, you know I love you more.

It took me by surprise, I must say, when I found out

yesterday. Don't you know that I heard it in your great mind.

Much longer would you be mine.

Baby, I heard it through the grapevine.

I'm trying to concentrate here, my man.

I was doing the wrong version. Anyway, that's Gladys' version, and I kind of

think that's the better one between them.

Excuse me?

Hey, Marvin Gaye is the great man, all right?

But, Jeff, I just think it takes a woman's point of view to tell this

story. I always preferred Creedence, myself.

Get real.

It's hippie music.

Yeah, well, I heard it through the grapevine that we've got a case. Who's

the target?

Robin Wright's son, honor reporter, Kilgore, California.

Never heard of him.

Her. Her? Her.

Libby, in case you didn't notice, Chris doesn't do women. And he doesn't do

small children, animals, and buildings. All right, well, we've got to do

something soon because this boredom is making me absolutely crazy.

Chris, have you got a minute?

A man looking for help filed a message with our computer.

Sounds pretty interesting.

His partner's a newscaster who's been receiving death threats.

One attempt's already been made. A bomb went off in their newsstand.

It was close, but there were no injuries.

Okay, maybe later, huh?

A woman?

But before you say no, I think there's a way this can be done.

You could go in as her cameraman.

I'll have a look.

Why not?

After decades of inadequate treatment facilities at the Perkinsville VA

hospital, Local authorities have closed down the hospital and arrested its

corrupt administration for the flagrant disregard of the health and care of

veterans here.

This is a victory for activist groups who have lobbied continuously for the

investigation that led to today's shutdown.

The VA intends to upgrade its facilities and replace its staff as soon as funds

are authorized.

Meanwhile, patients are being moved to a recently opened medical complex on the

city's west side.

This is Robin Wrightson, WCDA News.

Freeze.

Rewind five seconds and play.

Flagrant disregard of the health and care of veterans.

Freeze.

Jeff, plot a course for Kilgore, California.

I was showing Mr. Zafransky to the lab. They should be up any minute.

Okay.

Chris, I've been thinking an awful lot about this case.

Don't you think we should tell Ms. Rison what we're doing?

No, no. We've been all through that.

But if you slip for any reason and she panics... It's more likely to be a slip

if she knows it's an imposter by her side who won't.

I'm going to have enough trouble being her cameraman and watching out for her.

She knows it'll just put too much of a burden on her.

I suppose so.

It just makes me very uneasy.

Sometimes this whole business makes me uneasy.

This is unbelievable.

That should be them.

I had no idea.

You know, that article on Rolling Stone and the human target didn't even come

close. Mr.

Safransky, I'm Libby Page.

I've got some forms I need for you to fill out. Sure. Do you mind if I just

give a couple shots first before we do that?

No. No photos.

No tapes. We have no phone, we have no pool, and we have no pets.

Sorry. Your contract specifically states you can't reveal anything about the

Blackwing. Oh, yeah. No, it's okay. I understand. It's fine. It's not a

problem. Once we begin, you can't leave the ship.

Chris Chance?

Peter Szafranski. Hello, Mr. Szafranski. You're a human target. I'm... I'm really

happy to meet you. I can't tell you how much I... Born in Winter, California.

Parents died both in 87.

You talk to your sister?

Yeah, sure.

Sometimes.

Holidays. Once in a while. She married a jerk.

Say, how do you guys pay for this operation here?

I charge 10% of a year's salary. Sometimes that's a lot. 10% of me might

buy a couple light bulbs for this rig.

You and Miss Wrightson are friends as well as co-workers, is that correct?

Yeah, we've been through quite a lot together since she first came to K-Fly,

but these Armageddon guys, these guys are really crazy.

Secretive religious paramilitary group started in 1981.

Philosophy is based upon the Book of Revelation, and they feel the apocalypse

is upon them.

Membership is estimated at several hundred. And they are up to something.

Robin found out they're grabbing up land out in the desert by the mile any way

they can, and they do not want any media attention, that's for sure.

Been to the police, I assume.

They're looking into it.

Look, I'm afraid she's going to be killed.

I haven't even told Robin that I've tried to contact you guys. Robin's a

little bit of a, um... Go on, Mr. Zafransky, I'm listening.

Robin's like a pit bull.

Once she gets her teeth into something, she has a hard time letting go of it.

Sound familiar?

Look, if anything happened to her, I... No, I understand you care about her,

but... To what extent? Are you more than friends?

No.

Peter, if I'm going in as you, I need to know the truth.

It's confusing.

Ever since I started working with her, I've had this thing for we just connect

when we're together.

Sounds like you got it bad.

You just never know how you really feel about somebody until you almost lose

them. And how does Robin feel about you?

Well, if I knew that, I wouldn't be confused, would I?

No, I mean, what can I expect in terms of physical affection?

Don't worry.

I made sure not to risk a great working relationship with any physical

affection.

Okay. See if you can help me.

Philo and Libby will see you through the general procedure.

Then you can tell me everything you think you know about who you think you

are.

The world is on the verge of collapse.

A modern Armageddon.

Political, financial.

Moral. And drop by drop, the government is squeezing us dry with taxes by

nothing but more debt.

You understand my reasoning, Shaughnessy?

What am I supposed to? Look, Vaughn, I'm just here to do business.

I don't need the indoctrination speech.

I think you do.

May I be honest?

You lack discipline.

And discipline is necessary for survival.

I'm surviving just fine, thanks. For now.

But only a very few will be left to populate the neck and eat. Whatever you

say, it's your little corner of the world.

That's right.

And soon it will be a corner of the world where we make our own laws.

Live as we see fit.

And no one will be able to stop us.

Yeah, sure.

Me, I got guns to move. From what do you call it? The old order to the new.

Don't mock me, Shaughnessy.

You've lived your life as an outlaw. You should understand.

All right.

Half on delivery as we agreed and the balance when I've given the equipment to

field test. Why don't you field test it on those damn reporters?

They had a camera. That makes me very nervous.

That's a great army you've got. Can't even time a detonator, right? I still

think I should have handled it myself.

Take the chance of being picked up? Oh, no.

You and your supplies are too important to me to risk that.

I'll make sure they keep their noses out of our business.

Robin gives me a hard time about my posture.

It's noted.

Hey, this thing is going to make me sterile, is it?

If you keep wiggling like that, it will.

It's some case, huh?

How so?

Well, Peter's going to be tough to play. He's so hyper. He moves and talks at the

speed of a hummingbird.

And then, of course, the target's a woman.

She's very attractive.

And a good conscientious journalist.

Mm-hmm.

That too.

You know, Chris, I've never seen you take a case you weren't interested in.

Yeah, what's that supposed to mean?

Are you?

Am I what?

Interested.

Okay, boss, we're ready for you in makeup.

Chris?

Look, Chris, I gotta make some hands for you on this one. I know you don't like

them, but Peter's got some pretty prominent vein patterns, and it's a lot

of trouble, but... Yeah, but it's worth it.

Robin's done a lot of work for the vets, for the whole VA structure.

She brought a long-overlooked subject to light. It's something I believe in.

Well, I know, but that's not what I meant.

What I meant was that, you know, we're going to all this trouble, and with a

little extra work, you could let me go the extra nine yards and make you into a

woman. What?

I could, you know.

Philo, I know you're good. You know, you're the best there is. No, no, no.

I'm not talking about a dine-out wig and some cheap waterproof mascara here.

Huh? I could take you or anybody else and turn you so perfectly into a woman

that you wouldn't even be able to tell from this far away.

That's ridiculous.

What's ridiculous?

I think Philo spent too much time down here in the basement.

Claims he can turn me into Robin Wrightson.

Oh, Philo.

Get a clue.

I mean, in the first place, Robin Wrightson's only about 5'5". I'm not

saying it's going to be easy.

It'd be a little extra work and a little more creativity, that's all.

Oh, it's better this way anyway.

Chris wants to go in as a man on this one.

Don't you, Chris?

Don't start again, all right?

That's right.

No, no, no, no. This way.

You know, I'm having a really hard time believing Chance is going to be able to

take my place. I mean, no offense, but the guy is really laid back, right?

Not anymore, Peter.

Not anymore.

Man, where were you when I was married?

At the station, as often as possible.

As far away from my wife as I could get.

Wow.

That is exactly what I was going to say. Robin is going to frequent. She can't be

told until the job is finished.

We jeopardize her safety and my own.

Car keys, Pete.

You're taking the Mustang?

Can't keep little Miss Pitbull waiting.

You're late.

I'm sorry.

Is that any way to claw your way to the top of me? I'm sorry, I overslept.

Alone?

Yeah, alone.

Why?

I knew that.

We're going to stand around all day? We've got some place to go, right? Yeah.

House of County Records.

Got a light reading to do.

Robilar's bought up over 8,000 acres in two months. Get this. A farm asking

for... 220,000. Sale price for Roblox Church, 54 grand, paid in cash.

There's another one.

I didn't know you could take public records out of the building.

Oh, really?

Yeah, well, it's a press privilege, you know.

I'll return them.

All right.

An orchard, same deal, bought at fire sale prices for cash.

Are you listening?

You got your seatbelt on?

Yeah, why?

You failed your driver's test four times in a row. Would you please mind telling

me where you learned to drive like that? TV.

Oh, right.

On what, the fear channel?

It's amazing what you can do when you're trying to save your own neck.

I was trying to save yours.

So what do we do next?

Uh, we move forward.

The records show that Robilar's been pushing people off their land.

What? The next even?

It's been out of print for years.

It's about a group of people who arm themselves, appropriate land, secede

from the Union, and be in their own utopia.

A life imitating art.

More like art imitating lame sci-fi.

You saved my life. I figure I can save your image.

Do you know that this is the second time we almost died together?

I guess we shouldn't make a habit out of it.

So if Robillard's putting out this kind of money in cash, I'd be really

interested to see what kind of income he's actually declaring.

Tax record. That's great.

I'll go to the franchise tax board, see what I can find out. Why not check the

IRS computer?

All right.

Call the president, see if he'll give you some time on it.

No, I have this friend.

Oh, who?

I can't reveal my sources.

Okay, I understand.

Peter Zabransky, photographer slash cub reporter.

I like the new you.

Your men fire 60 rounds at them and they miss.

You want to arm these morons with more firepower?

I'll take my soldiers over the men you ran when you were alive.

Easy, Robola.

Let's not bring up past lives in front of the help.

It's all right.

Get back to your duties.

They screwed up twice.

I'll handle the reporters from now on. If you wish. They really mean very

little. It's the future, the future, Shaughnessy, that matters.

Yippee skippee, this is some shopping list here. Anti-tank bazookas, surface

-to-air missiles.

Napalm? Guns I understand, but what the hell is this?

Remember your catechism, Shaughnessy?

Eden was guarded by an angel with a flaming sword.

You want to speak English?

There's a government train headed for Kilgore, loaded with missiles on their

way east for dismantling. No more Cold War.

Now, tomorrow night, we will raid that train.

The field tests I want before I pay you in full.

All right.

Then I will have my warhead, the New Eden's flaming sword.

And if anyone tries to break their way through these borders, I pull the pin.

Yeah.

That ought to do it.

This is Vaughn Sinclair Robillard, leader of the Church of Armageddon.

I was able to pull up a little more information on him for you.

He was born in 1941, joined the army in 59 and deserted in 62.

Intermittent jail time, mostly minor assaults.

LSD bust in 68.

Chronic nomad, I love that one.

Yeah. After three years in a federal pen, This guy had a vision.

Christmas, 1971.

He found the Bible.

The coming apocalypse.

Yep. That's what he built his church on.

He moved into a commune, attracted a very loyal following with the promise to

create a sort of private nation that would survive the collapse of society.

Nothing like the end of the world to bring a bunch of paranoid sociopaths

together.

So, what's it going to take to bring you and Robin together?

What? Oh, come on, Chris. I know you like her.

I can't do my job if I don't like the client. And that's all it is. That's it,

right? There's nothing else to it, that's all?

I think she's in love with Peter anyway.

What are you talking about? The Peter that she knew from yesterday or the

Peter that she met today?

Come on, nobody would blame you, Chris. She's really pretty.

You know, she looks you in the eye and you know there's nothing fake about her.

You got a bad, to borrow a phrase.

So what are you going to do about it?

Make sure she stays alive.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Don't you guys sleep?

Never.

You're in the IRS computer?

No, I'm getting audited for my 89 returns. You don't think that maybe

you... No, never mind.

Good night, Peter.

Oh, good night.

Good night.

Robolite has a reported income of $15,000 a year. And he declares just

enough so they don't bust him.

We have to find out where he's stashing the rest.

It's probably in the compound.

That's a tough one. Listen, I gotta get out of here.

I've got to go back to the office. They're faxing in more articles on

Roblox. I'm right behind you.

I like all this sudden attention, but I don't need a babysitter.

Yeah, I know.

It'll just be safer for you.

Nice timing.

Call just came in from the Kilgore Police Department.

Somebody broke into Peter's apartment.

Trashed it pretty good.

Can we get follow over there for some prints?

I'm already on it.

And, uh, Chris, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything important.

Every once in a while I find a life I wish I could stay in.

Chance out.

Robin? It's Peter. Are you in here?

Peter, I'm looking for you.

My name's Christopher Chance, and I think we should both get out of here.

You've got a lot of nerve doing this behind my back.

And you, who do you think you are, violating my life? Robin, Robin, Robin,

we were just trying to protect you. No, wait, wait, wait, time out, time out.

Robin.

That's right, sir. I apologize. Believe me, this is not my normal procedure.

Normal procedure?

I think we made a mistake here.

I'd say so.

Robert, come on. Lighten up. I mean, I think Peter's been a target as well.

His apartment was broken into.

Now they're thinking of the tape library.

Good point. The library's Peter's domain, not mine.

All right. Okay.

So what exactly were you two doing the day they blew the van up?

Trying to get inside Robillard's compound, right? Yeah.

You shot some tape.

Yeah, I got some guy's hand over the lens and I got some, you know, blurry

long shots. Nothing worth keeping.

Maybe not to you, but what else would this guy be looking for? Your place and

the tape library.

There's something in the footage. I was going to recycle it.

I thought it was useless.

Not in the black wing.

Freeze.

That's Robillard on the left.

Who's the other guy? Looks like Robillard is a house gift.

Magnify E13 to 250.

Peter, you need a little help with your focus?

Thanks, man.

You recognize him?

That's the guy from the tape library.

That's right.

Libby, run this through FBI files and cross-check it against the prints we got

at Peter's. Let's find out who this mystery man is.

It's a wonder you didn't die sooner, Shaughnessy.

The way you walk in unannounced.

That cameraman, he fights like a pro.

Something is going on.

Well, maybe he's a government agent.

They have tried to infiltrate us before, you know.

But in a few hours, none of this will matter. We'll be invincible, assuming

your shipment arrives on schedule.

Oh, it will. And you give me the cash the minute it rolls in. I want to be a

hundred miles from here before you hit that trainload of missiles.

Robin?

Why didn't you tell me?

It would have made it more dangerous for you.

This was a case I believed in.

I admired your work. When you shut down the Perkinsville VA hospital, you had

some friends of mine, guys I knew from the war.

You were in Vietnam?

Yeah. A few hundred lives ago, though, so to speak.

This human target thing must be pretty strange.

Sometimes it's easier to be somebody else.

Chris, were you just doing your job being someone else at the restaurant

yesterday?

No, that was me talking.

I was afraid of that.

Look, I know you thought I was Peter. No, I know that there was something

different. I've known Peter for years, and I know he's always been in love with

me. But I never felt anything back.

until yesterday.

Sorry to interrupt, but we've got a lead on our mystery man.

We weren't making any progress at all until we went into the FBI inactive

files. So that's Rafe Shaughnessy. Yeah, he gets around pretty good for a dead

guy, huh?

Chicago mobster arms dealer.

Conveniently passed away just before the Senate hearings last year.

Apparently faked his own death in an apartment fire.

Oh, get this. Shaughnessy was linked to the hijacking of an Army arsenal.

Audence never recovered.

Shaughnessy's selling the arsenal to Robillard. And he wants you and Peter

out of the way because you have a tape that proves he's still alive.

Yeah, but what does Robillard need with that kind of firepower?

Not sure.

You know, I read all the way through that trashy book he wrote, and in the

final chapter, the heroes were at a federal base to steal an A-bomb.

So, Doc, Robilard's going nuclear.

I hope not.

Shouldn't you guys call the cops somewhere around here?

If we didn't have so much firepower, there'd be a bloodbath.

But if Jeff and I go in alone, we might have a shot.

We're gonna knock out that armory.

Boom.

And nail Shaughnessy and Robilard.

I'll be ready in a minute.

I'm sorry you're not coming along.

Excuse me?

This is my story.

Look, I was hired to protect you from harm, not throw you under the breach.

Well, I'm not going to stay on this plane while some other reporter scoops

the story that I practically died for.

Okay, okay, I'll make a deal with you. You wait at your TV station. When it's

over, you'll be the first reporter in, guaranteed exclusive.

Deal? Deal.

There's Charlotte.

That must be part of the armory hall.

Just like old times.

Yeah,

for you maybe.

Me, I was up in the air where it was safer.

As I recall, you're the one who liked to play in the mud.

Check out that ornament.

Yeah, it's enough for Armageddon, all right?

We'll buy the truck.

Four bricks.

When it blows, we'll move out and notify the rest.

Look what we found out about a gate.

Did you let me go?

Damn. What?

They got Robin.

Let me go!

I don't think so.

Bring her to the office.

What's going on? You put around again, huh? Looking for pictures?

Where's your camera boy, huh?

Libby, I need that layout of rubble. I'll take you.

Okay, 14.

Got it. Out.

Okay. What now, Chris?

Okay, you set up the charges and make a run for it. When you're clear, notify

the local cops as well as the feds.

I'm going in after Robin. Don't mean nothing.

Oh! Where's the tape, damn it?

You don't get it, do you?

The tape is no good.

Your grave's been dug up, Sassy.

You're wasting your time. Shut up, I'll handle this.

Now you tell me.

Go to hell!

Not here!

Take her to the hills.

Fine.

Let's finish our business.

Damn my guts!

Are you okay?

I've been better.

They couldn't let me do my job. What about doing mine?

What are you, a cowboy?

Yeah, something like that.

Oh, boy, hands up.

Here, cover him.

Gentlemen, hands behind your back.

You recognize him?

No. And his partner's made it out.

My men will find him. Oh, yeah, they got such a hot track record as it is.

You sure I don't know you?

Be careful with that.

Oh, man, he's a fed with this kind of hardware.

I knew the government was behind this. Whatever.

You interrogate him to your heart's delight. You just give me my payment.

The weapons are destroyed.

I want my money.

No, Juan, I'm sorry.

I just lost it for a second.

I better hear it.

I'm sure we can work something out.

We just did.

You're never going to get out of here alive, Shaughnessy. Not with Robillard's

men out there.

I'm going to tell them you two killed Robillard.

And those dinks, they shoot first and ask questions later. By the time they

figure out what's going on, I'll be gone.

Stay with me.

Can you climb a rope? Uh-huh.

Hold it.

Attention. The police are less than ten seconds from the gate.

What's that?

Traveler.

Are you okay?

Is all this going on? I don't have my camera, man. It's killing me.

I think I can arrange something.

Fix your hair.

Libby, pat this into KFLY.

You're on the air.

Jeff, how much longer?

Pre-flight's almost completed.

I can have us out of here in five.

Okay, let me know. Yeah.

So are you just going to fly out of here?

Case is closed. That's what we do.

There's nothing more to it than that, right?

Robin? Yeah, Robin.

You know how you feel about her? Why are you going to turn your back?

Are you just going to fly away and pretend like nothing's happened?

Well, that's the life I need, isn't it?

The human target?

You're still a man, Chris.

You're allowed to fall for somebody.

Remember that Countess in Brussels?

But don't tell me you forgot that one.

No, I still think about her now and then.

So don't blow it again. You've got the time. Spend it with Robin.

Jeff. Yo.

Takeoff is canceled.

Everybody's earned some time off.

Oh, right on, baby.

Thanks. Thanks for what?

I knew it.

So, you like my dress?

I saw your report on TV.

The Nationals picked up my follow-up.

CNN's been calling all day. I've had half a dozen offers already.

Thanks.

It wasn't me.

Oh, it was you.

It was you up and down.

Did you hear about Shaughnessy's confession?

Yeah. Nuclear warhead and all.

Looks like he saved the world.

My hero.

So how are you and Peter doing?

We're a great team and we'll always be. He just has this crush on me and I don't

know what to do about it.

Be honest with him. Let the poor guy off his own hook.

He's resilient.

He can handle it, right?

Besides, he has his eye on this little piece of fluff in reception.

I don't want to say goodbye to you.

I don't.

I have a plane to catch.

I've got one of those.

I have to go to San Francisco.

I know this great little restaurant on Market Street.

On one condition.

What?

That I have you all night.

You and nobody else.

Yeah, I can arrange that.

David Brinkley, Democratic vice presidential candidate Al Gore, and the

cleanup after Hurricane Andrew, Sunday.

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