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ANNOUNCER: "Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

There's no worry of
[inaudible] folks.

The horses have to be watered.

Well, welcome, folks.

I think we ran over every
mudhole from here to Cimarron.

I'm glad you could
come, Mr. Rand.

I want to be absolutely
sure about this.

They have him
jailed here in Dodge?

He's working the jail.

Working the jail?

Now, I don't hear
no folks standing

around, squawling that
they ain't getting proper

took care of.

Well, that's cause people
can make do, you see,

when they have to.

Now, they get sick--

I want a positive
identification.

Somebody happens along
and takes care of them,

but that don't mean that
we don't need a hospital.

Well, wait just a minute now.

Just-- I'll tell just
what'll happen if we

was to get a hospital in town.

That's him.

Not the slightest
doubt in your mind?

-None.
-See?

Yeah.

Sometimes, sitting up with
him all night, don't you see?

Yes, I do see.

And that's exactly what causes
these gray hair of mine.

I'll tell you something.

Wearing a badge.

Easy.

I'll handle it.

The second my head
hits the pillow,

they'll get everything
in the world.

Well, that's what I'm--

You're under arrest.

Hands behind your back.

What in tarnation?

I said put your hands
behind your back.

Hold on!
Stop this.

Stop it!

On your feet.

Here, here.

Quit that.

What do you think you're doing?

Hold on there.

Put the gun down.

I'm a special agent to
the Governor, Marshal.

Indian territory.

I'm placing this
man under arrest.

I have a warrant.

First thing you gotta
do with a warrant

is learn how to serve it.

What's the charge?

Three counts of murder
lodged against one

Frank Eaton for a start.

Murder?

I ain't no Frank Eaton.

His name's Festus Haggen.

Among many of
his other aliases.

No matter what name
he goes by now,

this is the man that I'm after.

Who's identifying him?

Well, I've only seen him once,
and that was only briefly.

So I had a corroborating
witness brought in.

That's me, Marshal.

Why, I never saw
you in my life.

You neither.

You're just mistaken.

He lined up the four of
us and started shooting.

I'm just lucky to be alive.

The others weren't.

Now, when a man shoots off your
arm from a distance of 10 feet,

you're not apt to forget
his name or his face.

[theme music]

Now, ain't you ever seen
this Frank Eaton before?

Not face-to-face, Judge.

He passed through Kansas
probably 11, 12 years ago.

I've had posters of him,
but never with a picture.

I came across this one recently
by accident down in Durant.

Wonder if you would mind
identifying that for us.

You gonna deny that
that's a picture of you?

No, I ain't denying it.

I'm just trying to recollect it.

That's all.

Well, Festus, could you have
been working on a railroad

down around Durant 12 years ago?

Well, I was working up
around there, Matthew,

when they laid that spur.

I reckon it'd been
about that long ago.

There were some fella
there taking pictures,

but I never knowed
he took one of me.

How long did you work on
that railroad, Mr. Haggen?

Just long enough to familiarize
himself with the movement

of the Army gold train.

You're not helping
matters, Doyle.

Your Honor, I know of at
least six graves he's filled.

I can be forgiven for
feeling less than charitable

toward this man.

I don't give a hoot about your
feelings one way or a t'other.

Festus.

Now, let's stick to the
issue here, gentlemen,

one of identification.

Mr. Doyle has stated
that he has evidence

that you were in the following
places at the stated times.

Marlow, South Dakota
in the spring of '66,

working a claim
along with two men

named Wheeler and Zimmerman.

That'd be Charlie
Wheeler and old Zimmy.

We panned gold all along
them west creeks [inaudible]

all summer.

Yeah, both men found strangled
in the creek, stripped

of all their possessions.

That was after we done
split up, big mouth.

Gentlemen, allow
me to continue.

The following year,
you were riding shotgun

for the El Paso stage line.

No, sir.

No, sir.

That ain't true.

I never rode no shotgun.

As I recollect, I
got me a stake there,

trapping up around the Andres.

That was quite a stake.

A strongbox with more than
$10,000 in government gold

was missing the
day that you left.

Now, you just back off, mister.

The point difference
does all this make anyway?

Even if Festus had
been at every one

of the places you
got named there,

it still doesn't
prove that he's Frank.

And that's who this
warrant is made out for.

Mr. Rand, you
state that you were

the clerk in charge
of that baggage car

when it was forced open.

Now, memory does play tricks
on a man after 12 years.

No, sir.

It's like it was yesterday.

I saw him and his
men loot that car.

And before he left, he points
a 0.45 and starts firing.

He meant to kill us all,
and he thought he had.

That there's the biggest bunch
of hogwash I've ever heared.

Is this hogwash, Eaton?

I told you once.

I ain't never saw
you in my whole life,

and my name ain't Eaton!

Your Honor, I have depositions
from more than a score

of people that this
is Frank Eaton.

And we'll have six eyewitnesses
to the murders in Rock Creek.

Now, I ask that this man
be remanded into my custody

as authorized by that
warrant, and transported

to the Indian Territory.

Now, wait a minute.

Judge.

I'm bound by law,
Matt, to honor

this warrant when the
identification of the man named

appears reasonable.

Judge, I've known Festus
Haggen for close to 10 years.

There isn't a more honest
man in this territory.

I can also vouch for
that, but consider,

it's also to Mr.
Haggen's benefit to clear

up this misunderstanding.

Now, isn't it far better
for him to go to Rock Creek

than to live under a
cloud here in Dodge City?

Well, maybe you're right.

But, Judge, I tell
you one thing.

If he's going anywhere
with somebody,

I'd like to have
Deputy O'Brien here

assigned to go along with him.

That won't be necessary.

How about it, Judge?

I see nothing wrong with having
additional help, Mr. Doyle.

OK, then.

I'll see you later.

I suggest you remove
the prisoner's gun

and place him in jail.

Well, Marshal, can I
get anything for you?

No, no thanks, Sam.

Kitty, maybe you can
give me some information.

That arrest isn't
gonna hold up, is it?

It looks that way.

It's a clear case of
mistaken identity,

but looks like Festus is gonna
be charged with three murders.

And if we can believe
this fella Doyle,

why, he's got six additional
witnesses against him.

Now, Kitty, do you
remember anything

about a man named Joe Guthrie?

Guthrie?

Name's familiar, but
I can't place him.

Wasn't he a bartender at
Bulge a few years back?

That's the one.

There as stories
that his brother

Carl was riding with
Frank Eaton for a while.

But Carl Guthrie died in jail.

Well, I know that.

Can you remember anything
about Joe Guthrie that might

pinpoint where he'd be now?

I'm afraid not, Marshal.

He had a bad reputation, but
he was a pretty fair bartender.

That's all I know.

Just a minute.

I got a letter from one of
those saloons on the post road,

oh, two or three years back.

Guthrie wanted a
job, and he gave

the Long Branch as a reference.

I wrote him back,
and-- and told them

that he'd never worked here.

Well, do you remember
the name of the saloon?

No, Matt.

I threw the letter away.

Well, there must be at
least 20 saloons still

operating on the old post road.

Looks like I got my
work cut out for me.

What about Festus, Marshal?

Well, he may still
have to stand trial.

And we were gonna
celebrate Festus's

birthday tomorrow night.

This might not be up
to Haggen standards.

Much obliged, Newly.

Reckon us Haggens does drink
coffee stouter than most folks

all right.

Just keep thinking about
what that Doyle said,

saying that he'd saw me,
and-- and that Rand saying

and he'd saw me too.

Well, I wouldn't
worry about it.

There's six other people saying
they know who Frank Eaton is.

They gotta know you're not him.

Newly, do me a favor.

Will you saddle my horse?

Yes, you bet.

Festus, I'm gonna be
gone for a few days,

but I'm gonna be
through Rock Creek

before any trial takes
place, if it comes to that.

All right, Matthew.

I'm gonna be riding along
the old Hayes post road.

And I'm looking for
a man named Guthrie.

They said that his
brother road with Eaton.

If I can find him, I
might get myself a lead.

Sure hoping you do, Matthew.

Now, as far as
Doyle is concerned,

he's as tough as they come, but
he never forgets he's a lawman.

So the thing to do is just
do what he says, and don't

cause him any trouble.

Yes, sir.

Matthew, don't you reckon you
ought to be locking the door?

Newly, if there's gonna be
a trial, you'll let us know,

won't you?

You bet I will, Doc.

I hear there's some might
good fishing in that area.

And I think if it's true,
that you two are sure gonna

be able to find it, all right.

No doubt about that.

After a few apologies
have been extended.

They caught Frank Eaton!

They're bringing him in!

They're bringing Frank Eaton in!

They caught Frank Eaton!

They're bringing him in!

They're bringing Frank Eaton in!

Frank Eaton.

Why are you bringing
this scumbag to town?

I hope they don't
hang you, Eaton.

I want to see you walk
these streets again free.

I want you for myself!

Luke take the
horses to the stable.

He give you any trouble?

No.

Who is that crazy
man back yonder,

and what's he so riled up about?

You're never gonna
carry it off, Eaton.

It's a fair question
that deserves an answer.

Who is he?

Josh Walker.

Two of the counts of
murder against Eaton

are for killing his sons.

Take him inside,
and lock him up.

I'll go find Judge Claiborne,
and tell him we've arrived.

Sheriff, have you got the
makings for some coffee?

-Rustle some up in a minute.
-All right, sir.

You do that, and I'll
lock the prisoner up.

Newly, I'm getting an awful
bad feeling about this town.

Sure isn't too much, is it?

That ain't what I mean.

I mean I'm beginning to feel
mighty alone all of a sudden.

Your name Guthrie?

Yeah.

Good.

I've been looking for you
better part of three days.

Why?

I ain't done nothing.
-All right.

If that's the case,
then I guess you

mind answering a few questions.

Well, if it anything more than
the time of day and weather,

you can keep them.

Hey, look, you got no right!

Mister, I haven't got
time to argue with you.

Now, I'm looking for information
on a man named Frank Eaton.

Eaton?

I've no truck with him.

No, but your brother did.

He knew him well.

He rode with him.

So?

So I'm looking for somebody
who can identify him.

Not me, mister.

I never met him.

-You're lying.
-I ain't lying.

So help me.

I never seen that
man in my whole life.

But your brother did.

He and Frank are real close, so
you must have talked about him.

Sure, we talked, but--

All right.

I'm looking for somebody
who can identify him

positively in a court of law.

I don't know anybody like that.

Mister, everybody's
got somebody-- brother,

sister, father, friend.

Now, come on.

All right.

I don't know if this
will do any good,

but Carl thought Eaton
had a woman, maybe a wife.

He was married?

Well, that's what my
brother and the boys figured.

I mean, if you keep sending the
same woman money while you're

riding, sometimes
big money, well,

that figures to be
a wife, don't it?

But couldn't use the
name Mrs. Frank Eaton.

No, no, no, no.

It was John-- John-- Johnson.

Johnson!
That's it.

That's the name she used.

Yeah, she built a way
station with the money she

got down in Indian Territory.

Whereabouts in
Indian Territory?

Well, it's the first way
station out of Rock Creek.

Eaton used to rule the roost.

Well, that's before
he got into trouble

killing a couple of fellas.

Mhm.

This happened a long time back.

You got a pretty good
memory all of a sudden.

Yeah, well, you see, my
brother used to joke around

a lot about all the
letters he had to write

that Frank sent to her.

Why'd your brother have
to write the letters?

Well, Frank Eaton
couldn't read or write.

Miss Kitty.

Hello, Newly.

Ah, thanks.

Howdy, Newly.

Doc, good to see you.

Thank you, Newly.

You know, I could
hardly believe my eyes

when I read the telegram the
trial was gonna be tomorrow.

Well, yes, sir.

They selected a jury
tonight, and even

set up court in the lobby.

What kind of a man is
this Judge Claiborne?

Well, I guess you'd
say he's impatient.

He's got trial dates set
all over the territory,

and he don't believe
in wasting a minute.

Festus got a lawyer?

Yes, sir.

Me.

Festus insisted.

I keep telling him that
reading law for a few months

doesn't qualify me to defend
a man on trial for his life.

But he says nobody can
speak up for a feller better

than a friend can.

Festus tell you that?

Yes, sir.

He's right.

Is Matt here?

Not yet, but news
of the trial dates

were sent out over
the wires, and I

just got a telegram from him.

Said he'd be back
sometime tomorrow.

Doc, I'm worried.

Of all the people that saw
Festus being brought into town,

not one of them
come forward to say

there's a mistake being made.

Only about 100 feet away.

Mr. Walker, I think you
misunderstand the problem here.

No one is denying a man named
Frank Eaton cold-bloodedly

shot your two sons.

You brought three
witnesses in here before me,

and you heard them.

They all swear that this man
right here is Frank Eaton!

One of them even said
he shot off his arm!

Please calm
yourself, Mr. Walker.

We're not playing games here.

I buried my two boys, and
they never wore a gun.

Mr. Walker.

But they just wouldn't
step off a boardwalk.

That's all.

Liquor is no excuse
for a mature man

to shoot down two boys that
have a perfect right to walk

the same side of the street.

Mr. Walker, please be seated.

Yes, sir.

Now, you will either
respond to the questions,

or we'll call the next witness.

Yes, sir.

Proceed, Mr. O'Brien.

Mr. Festus Haggen, will
you please stand up?

Your Honor, I
suggest the defendant

either be addressed as such,
or by his name Frank Eaton.

Any objections, Mr. O'Brien?

No, sir, except I
have no intention

of addressing the
defendant as Frank Eaton,

because that's not his name.

MAN: Oh, come on!

Everybody knows
you're Frank Eaton!

Come on.
Let's get on.

He's guilty.

Let's hang him.

[gavel banging]

He's guilty!

Proceed.

Mr. Walker, have you seen
Frank Eaton many times?

No more than three
or four times.

Have you ever heard his voice?

I have.

Speak to the witness, Festus.

He don't have to speak to me.

Your Honor, Mr.
Walker has already

identified the defendant
as killing each of his sons

in cold blood.

I have no objection
whatever to counsel

seeking you to obtain
a reasonable number

of reaffirmations.

Speak to the witness.

That there's what I been
wanting to do all along.

Mr. Walker, I swear to the
almighty, I haven't ever saw

or been in this here town
in my whole life before.

And I swear to the
almighty that I never

laid eyes on them
youngins yours, let alone

go a-shooting at them.

Look out!

[interposing voices]

Let him hang!

Let him hang!

You swear to the
almighty, and you speak

of my boy's in the same breath.

Mr. Walker, you are dismissed
from these proceedings.

Your Honor, we must fully
understand this man's emotions.

Court is in recess
until one o'clock.

Don't worry, Miss Kitty.

Matthew, he'll--

Miss Johnson?

Yeah.

My name's Matt Dillon.

I'm the United States
marshal from Dodge City.

So?

Are you alone here?

That's right.

Take care of this whole
place yourself, do you?

Do the cooking.

Drivers handles the horses.

Well, now that we got
that out of the way,

what's your business?

Did you hear about
the trial that's going

on over in Rock Creek today?

Don't hear much out here.

There's a man being tried
over there as Frank Eaton.

No concern of mine.

Mrs. Eaton.

I think this is a
concern of yours.

I'm guessing that
Frank married you.

My husband's name
was Jack Johnson,

and he died more
than five years ago.

Mrs. Eaton, there's a
man on trial for murder

up there in Rock Creek.

His life may be at stake.

That his worry.

You know, Mrs. Eaton, all
that money you received

in those days, that might
make you an accessory

to robbery and murder.

Look, I-- well, he's--

He's what?

He's dead.

He died more than
five years ago.

And I didn't know where no
money he sent me came from.

Frank Eaton is dead?

Died in Sonora.

Friends buried him and told
me, passing up this way.

All right.

Then that's something you
can testify to in court.

Oh, mister, I don't
like no courts.

I mean, those people
staring at me.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs.
Eaton, But I'm afraid you

don't have much choice.

Well, wait a minute.
I'll change my dress.

Don't talk to me
about common sense.

I haven't heard any here today.

Your opinion of this court, Dr.
Adams, is not very flattering.

Well, it doesn't
take any legal genius

to ascertain that the
entire atmosphere here is

prejudicial to the defendant.

[grumbling]

MAN: We know who he is.

He's guilty.

No further questions.

You will please step down.

Mr. O'Brien, do you have further
character witnesses to call?

Yes, sir, Judge, I sure do.

Miss Kitty Russel, will
you please take the stand?

[whistling]

How about we send
Frank Eaton there back

to Dodge City in exchange
for the saloon lady?

There's a terrible
mistake being made here.

Why can't you accept a man
leading a double life, being

a bumbling Festus Haggen
on the one hand in Dodge,

and a ruthless
killer on the other?

Bumbling?

Look, let me tell you something.

Festus is not an educated man,
but he's one of the smartest

I've ever known.

MAN: Smart enough
to fool you, anyway!

MAN: That's for sure!

I conclude my cross-examination
of this witness.

You may step
down, Miss Russell.

[whistling]

[gavel banging]

Mr. O'Brien.

Will the defendant
please take the stand?

MAN: What do you
expect to get from him?

Place your left on the Bible.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth, and nothing

but the truth, so help you God?

Yes, sir, I sure do.

Sorry to interrupt, Your Honor.

I have a witness
here that may help

clear up this whole situation.

This is Mrs. Frank Eaton.

MAN: Her don't prove anything.

Frank?

Frank, I thought you were dead.

They-- they told
me you were dead.

MAN: Yeah, see?

It's him!

His own wife said so.

It's a waste of good lumber.

Old cottonwood just
around the corner.

Doc, this whole thing is
turning into a nightmare.

That woman had to
be lying, Doyle.

There's no other
explanation for it.

Marshal, I don't
doubt your sincerity

in believing that Haggen
is not Frank Eaton,

but he wouldn't be
the first outlaw

who would lead a double life.

Marshal, here's
your return warrant.

The governor's staying in
some place called Ada Springs?

He spends part of
his summer up there,

about 50 miles
due north of here.

Any telegraph there?

No.

A night stage makes
a direct run there.

Pretty fast traveling, if you
want to send him a letter.

No, I'll talk to this
governor face-to-face.

Festus, I'm gonna try and
get a stay of execution.

And I'm gonna hope
to get a retrial

set for a different town.

I ain't got a whole
lot of time, Matthew.

That there judge said I
was gonna hang on Monday.

I'll be back in
town by mid-morning.

That there woman, Matthew, why
you reckon she'd wanna say I

was her husband?

I don't know, Festus, but
that's something I'm gonna find

out about too when I get back.

Take it easy.

They ain't got no
right to do that.

No right or not,
Sheriff Buckley

says that's what's gonna be.

Something sure
smells, don't it?

The judge and the
jury, they say hang.

Now all of a sudden,
he ain't gonna hang.

He's gonna get taken
to another town.

All them gold trains that
Frank Eaton robbed, sure

seems funny to me that he's
got all them lawmen from Dodge

City pulling for him.

Ain't that something.

Frank Eaton buying
his way out of it.

Well, there's a whole lot of
people in this town and me

that say that he ain't
gonna get away with it!

[interposing voices]

MAN: Come on.

Let's hang him!

[grumbling]

Sounds like they're getting
rope fever out there, Newly.

They must have found
out the marshal's gone

to the Governor for a stay.

Makes a feller feel mighty
naked, all caged in here,

and them out there
squawling for a hanging.

They're gonna have to
hang the both of us.

Doyle, bring him out here!

Bring him on out here.

Doyle, do you hear me?

I said bring him out here!

Festus should have been
moved to Sweetwater as

soon as that verdict come in.

I've handled mobs before.

Buckley.

No, sir, not me.

I gotta live in this town.

Doyle, I said
bring him out here!

Bar that door.

Keep me covered.

All right, move on back.

Doyle, what we been
hearing straight?

Depends upon what
you've been hearing.

I'll tell you what we've been
hearing, that you're turning

Frank Eaton loose
after he's been

sentenced to hang by the judge.

No one's freeing him.

Well, then, what's this about
a new trial in a new town?

That's up to the Governor.

Yeah, talk is that
Eaton's lining somebody's

pockets with train gold.

What do you mean by that?

Well, suddenly,
there's a lot of people

wearing badges that got a
warm feeling towards Eaton.

Now, is that mean and plainer?

That's clear enough.

All of you, back
to your business!

Our business is right here.

Now, we're here to hang Eaton,
just like the judge said!

You better think over
what it's gonna cost you.

And make no mistake,
I'm using both barrels.

Festus, out the back door,
where the horse is tied up.

Well, I ain't gonna leave
you here all by yourself.

Just do what I tell you.

Hide out.

Stay down till Marshal
Dillon gets back.

[grumbling]

[banging]

Will you get him out of here?

Who's gonna do that?

[gunshot]

Well, now, I'll be real happy
to fire this other barrel.

This makes a total
of three barrels.

We got any takers?

Anyone still here after
the next 20 seconds

is gonna be running
ahead of buckshot.

What do you want here?

Well, now, is that there any
way for a true loving wife

to greet her husband?

They let you go?

Let's just say
the judge wouldn't

be tickled to see me loose.

Yeah, well, you escape,
and you just better get.

Right after we do ourselves
a little dab of jawing.

Like, why did you lie
at that there trial?

I didn't lie, Frank.

You expecting me to swallow
that there bait, are you?

It's been a long time.

Could be 50 years a
woman married to a feller,

and she ain't gonna be
mistaking nobody else for him.

Now, you're fixing to tell
me why you lied at that there

trial, and then you're
going back to town with me

and tell the judge.

I ain't going nowhere with you.

Oh yeah, you'll go
with me, all right,

even if I have to take a hoe
to your hair and drag you back.

That'd be poor manners, mister.

When you told me what he looked
like, I didn't believe it.

Without them mangy
chin whiskers,

he'd be the spitting
image of me.

Get his gun.

Well, it ain't no wonder
I got mistook for you.

I ain't exactly flattered.

I ain't exactly
flattered my own self.

Well, that's the way
she goes, brother.

But you gotta admit,
from my point of view,

things couldn't be better.

Course not.

They hang me, and you're
clear for the rest your life.

That's the way she looks to me.

Course, your busting out of
jail kind of messed things up.

Course you'd whole heap rather
I'd get hung, wouldn't you?

That way, it'd be all
legal and proper tied up.

How'd you get out?

Maybe they let me out.

You ever think of that?

Maybe there's some folks as kind
of figured out what's going on.

Maybe he's telling
the truth, Frank.

Maybe they know
you here, and they

set him free to smoke you out.

All right.

First sign of a posse, he gets
a bullet, with you standing over

him, claiming he'd
come after you

for identifying him in court.

It's a mail stage.

In the bedroom.

Chance to stretch your legs,
folks, while we water up.

Last leg into Rock Creek.

Ah, good morning, Mrs. Johnson.

Morning, Scotty.

How'd the trip go?

It's no way out
there, you know?

It's not much better here.

Tell me something, Eaton.

You ain't been a-hiding out
right here for all these years.

Living in Mexico.

Just come up to see
Susie once in awhile.

You know, I've been hearing
about that trial you got going.

Oh, just stretch
your legs, Marshal.

We got a couple of minutes.

Miss Eaton, thought
you'd be glad to know

that i was able to get a stay
of execution for your husband.

That's-- that's real fine.

Also a retrial.

It's gonna be held
in Ada Springs.

Is this here just
accident, or did you

hear about me being mistook
for you clean to Mexico?

I got big ears.

I don't reckon you'd care
nothing either if a feller

was to hang in your place.

Open your mouth, and I'll
drop him where he stands.

My deputy Newly O'Brien
been around here?

No reason to.

You folks ready?

We'll move out.

That's real good news,
Marshal, about Frank

getting a new trial.

It was the Dodge marshal.

Gonna be a new trial, he says.

Lucky man.

Well, it's a lot
better than a rope,

once that marshal gets
out of hearing range.

They're out of sight.

Is there a Marshal
Dillon aboard?

He was, but he got off
after the way station.

What for?

He didnae say.

Hold it!

How bad were you hit, Festus?

He just grazed
my ribs, Matthew.

Well, Newly, she's all over.

Not much to say, is there?

Golly Bill, I just don't
know what all to say.

Well, don't say anything.

Good heavens, let's get started.

My mouth's been watering
ever since I saw Kitty

putting those
strawberries on the top

and all that cream [inaudible].

Yeah, and eating half
of them while watching.

How old, Festus?

You gonna tell us?

Well, let me see.

It was about the same
time that momma's old sow

had that record litter of pigs.

Know what a remarkable
way to remember a birthday.

Festus, why don't
you just make a wish

and blow out the candles?

Oh yeah.

Let me see here now.

What are the wishes?

Oh, I got me a good one.

I got me a good one.

Well, he's back.

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