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Bring 'em up, bring 'em up.

Hyah! Get on over!

All right, let's turn 'em

right. Turn 'em right.

Put 'em on up.

Move 'em up.

Hyah!

Easy.

Frank, Frank, get the gate.

Don't drive 'em too fast.

I've got this side.

All right.

Get in there!

All right.

That's a boy.

All right, let him up.

Thanks, sweetheart.

With it being Good Friday,

I wish you boys would take

the afternoon off.

We're gonna have to hope

the Lord will understand.

Got a lot of branding

left to do today.

Yeah, with the war over

and all these soldiers coming

home, we might think about

picking up a couple extra hands.

What about me, Dad?

I'm big enough to do

a day's work.

Well, I'm already counting

you in, kid.

Got enough wild cattle

roaming around here

to use a whole lot of men.

Stand to make a whole lot of

money in the next couple years.

Then are we gonna drive

north?

Gonna have to.

That's where the railroads are.

When we hit the trail,

I'm packing my own pistol.

Gonna be a gunslinger,

huh, Frank?

Your mama's gonna love that.

It's Good Friday, men,

let's not talk about guns today.

Yes, ma'am.

Looks like nothing but

riffraff in this town now.

I don't know we're gonna find

any hands here.

Whoa.

I'm gonna go see if Smitty's

got that rifle mended.

All right.

I'll look after supplies.

Morning.

Morning.

Well, lookie what's coming.

What you got to say about

your president getting himself

shot, boy?

Lincoln's been shot?

Stone-cold dead.

We was just sayin'

good riddance.

I'm talking to you, boy.

Next man who moves

is never gonna move again.

Well, he started it!

I'm not in the habit

of giving orders twice.

Now pick this man up and get on

about your business.

Get a move on!

Next time any of this

Southern trash has a disparaging

remark, Mr. Johnson,

I give you permission to shoot

Listen, is it true about

President Lincoln being shot?

I'm afraid so.

His assassin's still at large,

but they'll get him.

How'd you like to wear a badge,

Britt?

A badge?

Things are getting pretty

wild around these parts.

With his assassination,

they'll get worse.

I'll need to commission some

deputy Federal Marshals.

You wanna put me in charge

of all these white boys?

Well, that's more trouble than

I'd volunteer for, Colonel.

Although the offer is mighty

tempting, I gotta admit.

I don't offer it for

the amusement.

Well, me and my brother,

we got a mighty big spread

to take care of without

any extra hands.

No, I think I'd better stick

to that.

I do appreciate your offer,

Colonel.

The offer stands

if you change your mind.

Can't leave you alone

for five minutes,

you get into trouble.

Lincoln's been shot.

What?

World's gonna be a lot colder

place with Mr. Lincoln gone.

Who's gonna be fair enough

and wise enough to put this

country together again after

five years of war?

I guess we'll have to do it

ourselves.

Amen.

May I be excused?

I have stock to feed.

We're gonna be in for

tough times.

We're gonna have hard

and vengeful men in charge.

Both North and South.

Come Sunday, me, Mary,

and Frank are gonna pay a visit

to the new folks further down

the creek.

What, the Ramsey family?

Yeah.

They're having a real tough time

getting a foothold out here.

I figured I'd give 'em a hand

rounding up some mavericks.

Well, if you don't need me,

I'm gonna spend my Sunday

with my beautiful wife.

We'll be back in a couple

of days.

Where are you heading now?

Gonna stop by the Johnson

ranch, get that.

Teach him a lesson.

Gotta get back to work,

Glenn. Don't need any more

trouble and lose my job.

It's more important to me

than punching cows.

Deal me out.

What is it?

I don't know.

I better go see.

I'll be back in a minute.

Where's the?

Alan!

Alan.

Alan.

I'm-- I'm so sorry.

Don't suspect you got much of

an appetite, but you gotta eat.

Made you some of my hotcakes.

Alan?

Sometimes it sure does seem like

this country does a whole lot

more taking than it does giving.

You talk to me or you die.

Alan?

That snake that did it is

called Carl Glenn.

He's the man that I tangled with

in town.

He came out here looking for me

and he found you and Sarah

instead.

His buddy says he's part of

a bad bunch from up in Kansas.

Probably headed back that way

right now.

Look, Alan,

how soon before you're feeling

strong enough to ride?

He ain't ready to ride yet,

Britt.

Alan...

Alan...

Alan...

That's good.

That's good. All right, Frank.

Step back.

When's Uncle Alan gonna get

better, Pa?

Soon.

I hope.

If he's trying to pull

himself together, he's sure

using the wrong medicine.

Don't matter much.

That killer's trail is cold

by now.

If I'm gonna stick

around here and watch him

go down the same slope

his daddy did.

You know, it's proper and

fitting for a man to grieve...

but not like that.

Alan, you gotta get on

with your life.

What for?

Because that's what Sarah

would want.

Think of all she went through

just so we could have this

place.

You promised

back in Carolina,

when we were kids!

You promised!

When we cut hands,

it made us blood brothers.

We said we would never

let each other down!

Now, I took that to be a sacred

bond and you did, too.

I'm sorry--

You and Mary can have my share

of the ranch.

We don't want it.

Hey, you going after

Sarah's killer?

I'm just going.

God be with you, then,

brother.

God be with you.

Ain't you gonna go after him,

Britt?

Nope.

Whatever he's gotta do,

he's gotta do alone, Mary.

Come in.

Did you change your mind

about that job, Mr. Johnson?

Yes, sir.

Why?

Well, I know it's not exactly

what you had in mind,

Colonel McKensie, but I wanna

go after Sarah's killer.

I wasn't planning on hiring

a man who's leaving town.

Yes, sir.

But a murderer is a murderer

and I'm planning on going after

him anyway.

That badge sure would help.

The good people of this

community have a lot of respect

for you, Britt.

And they're very disturbed

about what happened to

Sarah Johnson.

If a badge will help...

it's yours.

Do you swear to uphold the laws

of the United States with honor

and diligence as long as you

wear this badge?

Yes, sir.

I do.

When you find that killer,

I want you to remember

you're a deputy US Marshal.

You bring him in

for a proper trial and hanging.

Hasenpfeffer.

That's rabbit to you, friend.

Need some cloves and a couple of

bay leaves, which I cannot

procure in this part of

the world. Otherwise,

it's authentic German recipe.

You look like you could use

a hearty meal.

Have you got any whiskey?

Only some old German

home brew.

Injuns traded for

the bottled goods.

I'll take it.

You should try

a sample first.

It's strong enough to melt iron.

Give me it.

Thank you.

It's fine.

That's fine.

How much?

Four bits.

Here.

Yeah, the company was called

the Society for the Protection

of German Immigrants of Texas.

See, the stupid noblemen thought

they could bring over German

workers and open up markets

for German products.

Well, right after I came

in '45, the fools went bust.

So there I was, stuck.

You trying to kill yourself,

mister?

You got any more?

Uh, I don't know what sorrows

you are trying to drown,

but another jug of that poison

could kill you.

You give me another jug.

Take it and be.

Thank you.

How long you figure

you'll be gone?

As long as it takes

to do the job, Mary.

Look, it's not just for Alan.

It's for us, too.

I know.

Frank,

you've always wanted to do

a man's work.

I'm sorry to put it all on ya.

It's all right.

I can handle it.

Yeah, I know you can.

You just let those cattle drift

if you have to.

We'll gather them up

when I get back.

Take care of the horses

and look after your mother.

Take care of yourself, Dad.

I just wish I could ride along.

Who was she?

What?

The lady behind the bottle.

A man drinks like you do,

it's either a woman or bad luck.

Which is it?

Both.

Well, maybe that's

about to change.

Mind if I join you?

This one's on the house.

Thank you.

You're a lot better-looking

than the usual saddle tramp

stops by here.

Well, I'm not a saddle tramp.

Whatever you say, pretty boy.

They call me Pussycat Nell.

Nice to meet you.

I'll provide you with all

the whiskey you want,

providing you do

the entertaining.

Entertaining?

Entertaining who?

Who do you think?

I'm not interested.

Get this garbage outta here.

All right, boys,

I think you won.

Now why don't you just pick him

up and bring him over to

the jail for me?

Hey, Sheriff.

Sheriff.

He's dead.

Aren't you gonna take him

outta here?

What for?

He ain't in no hurry

to go anywhere.

It might do you good to take

a hard look at him, son.

You have a pleasant evening?

What'd you two talk about?

Are you gonna tell me

what's bothering you?

Well, I ain't gonna solve

anything keeping you in here.

How 'bout some coffee?

Thanks.

I'm looking for a man named

Carl Glenn.

Glenn?

He and I have a score

to settle.

Well, you just go to

the worst holes in Kansas

and look for blood on

the ground.

That might be a sign

he's in the territory.

I'm gonna need better

directions than that.

You head east along

the border, you ask around.

He's got a real bad reputation.

Thanks.

I gotta warn you about

something, son.

That's real lawless country

over there.

Got roving bands of cutthroats,

small armies of jayhawkers

running rough-shod over

everybody.

Hardly bother to hide anymore.

Nobody will go up against 'em.

Well, thanks for your

hospitality.

Been quite a while,

but I remember your friend.

He sure was drinking,

I tell you that.

Best rabbit stew I ever ate.

Well, Herman,

I best be going.

You'll find your friend along

the whiskey trail, Marshal,

I bet you.

I've seen drunks like him

before.

No, you haven't.

This man has got as much reason

for drinking as any man alive.

Thanks for the meal.

That's a lawman.

Yeah.

Let him through.

Come on, let him through.

Morning...

Morning.

...boys.

Come on, let's ride. Hyah.

Kinda interesting rig

you got there.

Are you a surveyor?

Nope.

What are you doing?

Surveying.

Only got this job because

I got a pocket compass.

Maybe a little to the left.

Can I do something for you?

Oh, I'm looking for a man

named Carl Glenn.

Don't know him.

I just got here.

Town's been in existence

only about a week.

Go see Jason Hicks.

Jason Hicks?

Yeah, he's a newspaper

editor.

Better take a bottle with you.

Thank you.

Okay, yeah-- no,

pound it in there.

Just-- yeah.

A newspaper is the mother's

milk of an infant town

and not for the reporting

of local events.

No, sir.

It's to get the message out

to prospective settlers

that there's nowhere on God's

green Earth more excellent

for settling than Medicine

Lodge, Kansas.

Oh, you go ahead, Mr. Hicks.

Drinking doesn't suit me.

Well, it suits me fine,

so I'm obliged.

What about Glenn?

Well, you've come to the

right man, I'll tell you that.

Nothing happens in this part of

Kansas that I don't get wind of.

This filing system leaves

a great deal to be desired.

I'm better at finding stuff

if I'm drinking.

Better at writing editorials,

too. Liquor oils the rusty gears

of my brain a little bit,

I guess.

Ah!

Glenn has been known to ride

with a colorful desperado

by the name of John Dunn.

Natchez John Dunn,

ex-Confederate guerilla leader.

Colorful, huh?

So to speak.

A couple of cowboys

spotted Dunn and his men

hanging around Garden City.

It's a town about 30 miles

down the line.

Thank you.

Much obliged.

What's going on here, fellas?

I don't know, Marshal.

He was the stationmaster

here.

Did you see the men

who did this?

I only remember one man,

Marshal.

Had a reddish birthmark

on his face here.

Carl Glenn.

Well, you fellas better

cut him down.

Rider coming in.

If you're as nervous as I

am, Joey, don't you dare

let them see it.

Good boy.

I'm looking for Natchez

John Dunn.

You're looking at him.

I was thinking y'all could

use an extra gun.

What makes you think you're

qualified to ride with me?

Wanna try me?

Well, well, well.

We got ourselves a live one

here, boys.

You got a name, mister?

Alan Johnson.

Pretty big name down in Texas

these days.

Well, I've never been

to Texas.

Yeah, well, me and some

of my friends, we've been

draining some banks down there.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry, I just never

heard of you.

Who are your friends?

Carl Glenn for one.

Now there's a name we're all

familiar with, huh, boys?

If you so successful

down in Texas, what are you

doing up here?

Well, it's getting a little

hot for us down there

and Carl said maybe we should

split up. I should come

look you up.

Said there's a lot less law

up here in Kansas.

Now that's a fact.

That's the God's truth.

The law's sort of taken a bit

of a vacation up here in Kansas.

Very convenient for our

profession.

You don't look like no one

Glenn would pal up with, mister.

Why don't you describe him

for us?

Son, I'm talking to

the adults in charge here.

Why don't you stay out of it?

How do we know you ain't

the law or some kind of

bounty hunter?!

'Cause if I was, you'd be

dead and tied across your saddle

right now.

Mr. Dunn, you gonna introduce me

to your friends here?

Mm-hmm.

That over there is Mr. Smith...

Mr. Sharps, and this frisky

young fella here

is Mr. Longbaugh.

Why don't you put that gun away,

boy, and go shake the man's

hand?

Be polite and shake

the man's hand, boy.

Carl Glenn's a big man

with an ugly strawberry-colored

birthmark right across his face.

Anyone could know that.

Son, I got one rule in life;

only shoot people

that need killing.

You challenge me one more time,

you're gonna fall right into

that category.

Ooh-whee.

You got style.

You do.

You got style, Mr. Johnson.

Either that or you're trying

to commit suicide.

I like that.

You want a coffee?

Thank you.

Good boy.

I let him cool his heels

with a corpse for a while.

That seemed to sober him up

a bit.

He was, uh--

he was asking after a gunman

name of Carl Glenn.

Which way was he headed?

My guess would be east

of here.

What's his beef with Glenn?

The man murdered his wife.

Much obliged, Sheriff.

Marshal,

if he's going after Carl Glenn,

I wouldn't expect

to see him alive again.

I got a feeling you're gonna

run into your friend Glenn soon.

What are you gonna steal

in here?

You'd be surprised.

I've had my eye on this place

for some time now.

Sharps,

you stay the horses

and cover the front.

Let's just give 'em

a minute here.

We don't wanna make it look like

we're crowding into the place.

All right.

Howdy.

What'll you gents have?

Whiskey.

Just leave the bottle.

To your health, friend.

There is a lot of money

floating about in here.

Have to get past that shotgun

in the corner.

Yeah.

Yeah. Watch and learn.

Everybody, stay down.

Just stay down,

you're all gonna get the same.

You understand me?

Now, boy...

Thank you.

Now, now.

Life's just a gamble, gentlemen.

Better luck next time.

All right, come on!

Let's get those boys, come on!

Come on!

We gotta go back and get

the money now.

You crazy? Forget it!

All right, Mr. Sharps,

I want you to double back

and make sure we ain't being

followed.

All right, move it up.

That was quite a lesson

in saloon robbing there,

Natchez.

I'm obliged to you for saving

my life, Mr. Johnson,

but I got a rule, too;

I'll shoot anyone who laughs

at my failures.

Get off the horse.

I just need to borrow it.

All right, camp here

for the night, but don't be

lighting no fires.

That leg of yours needs

tending to, Natchez.

I ain't got no time.

You going somewhere?

Yes, I am.

I got no horse, I got no money,

and I am running out of

patience. You give me that

booze, boy.

You lay off this stuff,

you hear me?

All right,

keep your eyes open for

the posse now.

I'll be back shortly.

You heard what he said.

No booze.

To with this.

Might be a good idea

to get some sleep, son.

I ain't sleepy.

I need this job.

Don't you spoil it for me.

Rider coming in.

You boys been keeping

each other entertained?

Yeah, Longbaugh been telling

me bedtime stories here

all night.

Good. Saddle up.

We got a rendezvous with

the Overland Stage, boys.

Now.

Natchez and his boys have

been working hard in these

parts lately.

And I know there's a new man

riding with them.

A new man?

Oh, I don't know his name,

but I wouldn't be surprised if

it's the same one who came

through here asking after that

infamous fellow Carl Glenn.

I directed him toward Natchez

Dunn.

How's a deputy US Marshal

get to be friends with a man

who goes around with Natchez

Dunn robbing crossroads joints?

Pretty interesting story here,

Marshal.

You wouldn't mind if I tag along

for a bit, would you?

Hicks, I'm already chasing

after one drunk,

I don't need another one

trailing along behind me.

Well, the man I talked to

wasn't a drunk.

Wouldn't even have a drink

with me, in fact.

Well, maybe he's turned

himself around some.

I recommend that you follow

the same advice, my friend.

Thanks for the information.

Marshal,

I've seen a lot of it...

What's that?

...hard times.

This wild country

can turn good men into bad.

Not this man.

I don't believe it.

Hate to bring up a sore

subject, boss, but do we have

a better plan this time?

Yes, we do, Mr. Johnson.

When we get outta here,

I want you to take that lead

horse and slow that team down.

We'll take care of the rest.

Boys, ready?

Hyah!

Riders! Hyah!

Get up now!

God dang, get that thing

loaded!

You pull up now, boys!

Pull it up now or we're gonna

fire, understand me?

Eh, fire that thing

and he's dead.

Drop that gun, Pinkerton.

You lose.

This shotgun makes a bigger

hole than a .44, Mr. Dunn.

Well, you ain't gonna live

to enjoy it.

Now all we want is that

cash box, mister.

Not this time, Natchez.

Game's over.

Drop it...

now.

Well, well, well...

the Prodigal Son's come home.

Get that cash box down!

Ain't nothing in it

but a bunch of legal papers.

Mr. Johnson, come on over

here and say hi to somebody.

Who is he?

Sorry, Natchez,

I lied about being his friend,

but I needed a job

with a good outfit.

I don't cotton to liars

using my name.

How much we got?

The driver's right, boss.

Supposed to be 20,000 in cash

on this stage.

Cattle drivers' money.

Well, looks like you made

a real big mistake.

Not by much.

It come through last night.

So I'm surrounded

by mistake artists.

I'm surrounded by liars.

I think I just may have to shoot

everybody.

And I think I'm gonna start

with you.

Well, well... now.

Who's your friend, Carl?

We hadn't introduced

ourselves, but now

the cat's out of the bag,

I bet we become real good

friends.

My name is Hallie Russell.

Hello, Hallie Russell.

Well, you may not make up

for that absent $20,000,

but you're gonna have to do.

How 'bout you come with us?

I'm worth a lot more than

$20,000, Mr. Dunn.

Oh, and how's that?

My husband is Jed Russell

of Abilene, Kansas.

Never heard of him.

He's one of those wealthy

cattle dealers that you're

trying to rob.

Oh.

And he'll pay a large ransom

for my return.

Are you going to throw me

to one of your dogs or do you

wanna make a lot of money?

I think we oughta take her up

on that proposition.

I think you're right,

Mr. Johnson.

Mr. Smith, why don't you help up

Mrs. Russell here on one of them

saddle horses?

Oh, and Mr. Johnson here

will look after you.

He's a real gentleman.

Much like myself.

Come on, let's move out.

Thanks for your time, gentlemen.

Nice company you keep,

Mr. Johnson.

In here, boys, in here.

Well, this looks like a fine

place for a rest stop, boys.

Why don't you guys just get out

of here and let me have a talk

with Mrs. Russell alone now?

You, too, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, yes, sir.

Get off your horse,

Mrs. Russell.

I don't trust this new fella

at all.

Wanna help me kill him?

Kill him yourself, kid.

If you got the nerve for it.

See now, what I don't

understand about this

is why would a very rich husband

allow someone that looks like

you to travel across this

lawless territory alone?

He didn't let me.

I'm listening.

It was my decision.

My mother's ill in Chicago.

She's not expected to make it

out the month. She needs me.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, you're still gonna make it

there if your husband will pay

the price.

But, see...

now if I send a ransom note

by public telegraph,

then someone's gonna send

the law after me.

I'll send the telegraph.

My husband would come

anywhere if I ask him to.

Wouldn't you?

How much money

do you think you're worth?

Oh, I don't know.

Try 100,000.

I just wanna get out of this

safe and sound, Mr. Dunn.

Well...

you listen to me.

See now, I got nothing to lose

by trying this, but believe me,

lady, you do.

If you're just trying to buy

some time...

I'm no fool

and I expect you're not either.

We'll just have to trust

each other.

'Kay.

All right, boys,

move it on outta here.

Marshal,

your hunch was right.

A man fitting that description

was on the stage

boarded at Garden City.

Strawberry-colored birthmark?

On his face.

Thanks.

All right, hyah!

Maybe you should go into

town, Natchez, and get a doctor

to look at that leg.

And have Mrs. Russell here

telegraph Abilene while

you're at it.

Mr. Smith's all the doctor

I'm gonna need, Mr. Johnson.

Why don't you take Mrs. Russell

inside and tie her up?

I give you permission to shoot

anybody who bothers her.

Mr. Longbaugh, it's time for

that drink now.

You ready, boss?

Mr. Johnson?

Could you loosen these ropes

for me? They're tearing up

my wrists.

Thanks.

I figured you for a gentleman.

I might have been one time.

Life has a way of changing

such notions.

Stay and talk to me.

Please.

Where'd you serve in the war?

I didn't.

Good Southern boy like you

didn't fight for the honor

of Dixie?

Ma'am, I didn't see any honor

in fighting for slavery.

We're on the same side, then.

What, you were in the war?

Yes.

Doing what?

I was a spy for the Union.

Spy...

what do you know?

I bet you're a pretty good one.

You have to lie pretty well

in that job.

I didn't think you were

from the South.

I don't think there's any rich

husband.

There's no big ransom.

Reckon, I guess, you're not

even married.

Are you?

No.

And I bet you're not

an outlaw either.

No, ma'am.

So why are you riding

with them?

Which one are you planning

to kill?

It's the one with the birthmark

on his face, isn't it?

How'd you guess him?

I've seen you looking at him.

He's the one I'd shoot first.

It's quite a party.

A good party needs a woman.

What do you say, Natchez?

What's the reason you wanna

kill Glenn?

I really don't wanna

go into that, ma'am. Excuse me.

Why is it that you're

the only one in this whole bunch

that's not interested in me?

There's another woman.

You could say that.

Do you wanna tell me

about her?

No, ma'am.

No, I don't.

I know what you're planning

to do.

The boys are out there drinking

and you're gonna make

your move tonight.

You're not a gunman.

There's five of them

and one of you.

Why not wait until we ride

into town to telegraph

my imaginary husband?

Better chance for a showdown,

other people, possibly a lawman.

I would kill him tonight.

I would've shot him today if...

It's a long time

until tomorrow.

Why don't you sit down?

I've been in worse situations

than this.

Well, I wouldn't be so sure,

ma'am. That Natchez finds out

that you're bluffing--

For three days, I was trapped

in a barn, in a hayloft

with a dozen "Reb" soldiers

drinking below me.

It was in the Shenandoah Valley

at the beginning of the war.

For three days, I couldn't move.

And then there was a Yankee raid

and they set the barn on fire.

But I got out.

Mississippi... well, that was

another adventure.

I had to stand on a promontory

all night watching for

Confederate ships.

Grant...

...he was determined to take

Vicksburg.

Mrs. Russell, thank you for

telling me your stories.

Another time, I'd like to hear

more, but, uh,

I think tomorrow might be a big

day. We should probably get some

sleep. I'll be right outside.

Good night.

Good night.

Good morning, Mrs. Russell.

It's time to put my name

on your dance card.

Mr. Johnson?

That's right.

From Elm Creek, Texas.

You killed my wife.

Don't move!

What was that?

What's going on here?

Smith! Smith, you get after

him now!

You go on and get a horse.

Get outta here.

I'm gonna draw their fire.

What's Glenn shooting at?

Go help him, boy.

Glenn!

He's running, Longbaugh!

Move out!

Honey, get on your horse.

Get on your horse right now,

you're coming with me.

Get on that.

All right, you fool with me and

I'll put a bullet in you, lady.

Natchez!

Now's your chance, kid.

You kill him.

Go!

You wouldn't shoot another

Negro, would you?

Don't bet on it.

Hey, Britt! Britt!

Alan! You all right?

Hey, Britt, don't stop.

Keep going, drive him that way.

We'll get him.

Whoa, now.

You save those bullets, Glenn.

We're going down.

Lady, get down here.

Now!

What?

What got him so riled up?

Your charming friend killed

his wife.

Well, well, lookie here.

You drop that gun now, Johnson,

or she's as good as dead.

Alan!

Don't do it!

We gotta take him back

for proper justice.

Alan!

Good luck, ma'am.

I see Colonel McKensie

got you some protection.

Just 'til the stage at

Austin.

Where you headed?

Chicago.

My mother is ill.

I was telling the truth

about that.

If you're ever up that way,

I won't be hard to find.

I don't doubt that at all.

Alan.

Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Ma! Pa!

Hey, Frank.

We're home.

Whoa.

Welcome home, brother.

You go on ahead with your

family, Britt.

I'll be along in a minute.

Sure.