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See ya.

Well, two states down, two to go.

What's the capital of Tennessee?

Memphis. Nope.

This is Nashville.

Right. He looked at the map.

Did not.

Kevin, you got the map right there in your lap.

Yeah, but I didn't look at it.

What is the capital of South Carolina?

Raleigh. Nope.

That is the capital of North Carolina.

Yes. Dummy. Don't call me dummy, barf brain.

Stop it. Get in, Misty. Here, please.

Mom, she scratched me. Stop it. I mean it. That cat is not to be used as a

weapon.

What was that?

Just blew a tire.

For the love of Pete.

Charlie! Yeah, what? Get over here.

Come on, man, look at this. This thing is so crooked, I get dizzy just looking

at it. What the hell are you thinking? Hey, Rusty.

He's up.

Look, Jack, if you think I'm going to stand by and watch this bum get paid the

same money as me for doing lousy work, you're nuts. You made your point. I'll

take care of it, okay?

What the hell did you hire him for anyway?

That's enough.

You get back to work.

Jackass don't even know how to lay a brick, Jack.

We'll talk more about this tonight, Rusty.

Now, why don't you get back to work?

We gotta stay here.

Yeah, we gotta stay here. You said there'd be a swimming pool.

Well, I thought we'd get to Chattanooga, but we didn't. Aw, Mom.

Come on, get your backpack.

Oh, Molly, let Misty out. Misty!

Go get that cat.

You think I'm nothing, don't you, Jack?

You think you can pull this kind of crap because I'm just some dime -a -dozen

cement -mucking grunt, don't you, Jack?

Don't you? Get out of here.

You're going to pay for this, Jack.

Big time.

Go to hell, Bill.

You okay?

Are you all right? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine.

What was that all about?

I fired him. It didn't take it too well. God, no kidding.

I came by to take you to dinner. Jeez.

Looks like I should take you to the emergency room.

No.

No, Nanners.

Dinner will be just fine.

Now, we are all going to go in there. Kevin, I want you to close your eyes.

Keep them covered until I say so, okay? Let's go.

All right. Go on. Go straight.

Oh,

hold on. Come here.

Okay, Kevin.

Wow, Mom.

What? You look great.

Thanks, Kevin.

I needed to hear that.

Okay, onward and upward.

Excuse me,

my name is Katie Clark. The district attorney is expecting me.

Indeed I am.

Richard Jenkins.

Katie Clark.

Everybody, listen up.

This is Katie Clark, our newest assistant DA.

Oh, I have my children with me because we drove here straight from St. Louis.

Normally they'd be in school right now.

Public school.

I'm a firm believer in the public school system.

Do they have names?

Of course they do.

This is Molly and this is Kevin.

Police just brought in a murder suspect.

Interview room two, around the corner, second door on your left. Welcome

Mr. Stonehill. Stephen Stonehill.

Mr. Jenkins wants me to go question a suspect.

And since I don't have an office of my own, I was wondering if I could leave a

few of my things in here.

Yeah, sure. Be my guest. Great.

Thanks.

Oh, now, wait a minute.

Katie? Jack.

Oh, the terrible thing with my view.

What are you doing here?

I thought you moved to Cincinnati or something.

St. Louis.

Just moved back.

I'm the new assistant DA.

How did you get charged with murder?

Katie, it is a mistake.

My first day, my first five minutes on the job, and whose case did they assign

me to?

I don't believe it.

Well, maybe it's fate.

It is a conflict of interest, Jack, so don't say one more word. Let me get the

.A. to send someone else in. Katie, Katie.

Now, come on.

You, of all people, know that I couldn't have done what they're accusing me of.

Look, stay up for your lawyer.

And from what I've seen just glancing through this file, he or she better be a

good one.

Katie, come on.

I mean, at least this way we could have dinner sometime.

We did all that four years ago, Jack.

Let it go, okay?

Excuse me, I need to talk to Mr. Jenkins. It's urgent.

I'm sorry, he's on a conference call right now. Right after that, he's

with the mayor.

Ahem.

Lest we forget.

Thanks. How'd it go?

Well, he cheats at every game you try to play with him.

And she is absolutely 100 % positive that the capital of Montana is Billings.

Well, it is. But other than that, it was a little slice of heaven.

I did not cheat.

Let's eat.

Come on, let the people do their work.

I want a hamburger.

Pizza.

Hamburger. Pizza. Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

It has been a tough day, and we haven't even been to the house yet. So here are

the rules.

I am the only grown -up here, so I not only get to make decisions, I have to.

Got it?

Yes, ma 'am.

Got it? Okay.

Okay? Yes, ma 'am. Thank you.

Now, we are going to get in that car, and the first place that we come to that

serves food, whatever it is, that's what we're going to eat.

Now, come on.

A bit hamburger.

Pizza. Whatever they serve.

A forensic found traces of your skin under two of Russ Danvers' fingernails.

Yeah, we got in a fight last night at the house.

That's when he stuck me. I was there. Rusty was out of control.

How come?

I fired him.

Oh.

Where were you between 7 and 8 this morning?

I was stuck in traffic on my way to a job, just like I am every morning.

It says that your fingerprints were all over Rusty's front door and his

scissors.

Yes, Mr. Matlock. You see, Rusty worked for me.

So he had been to my house a couple of times, I'd been to his.

You were friends?

Yeah, we'd had a couple of drinks over the years.

Why'd you find him?

Because he was causing problems on the job.

Now, look, Mr. Matlock, no disrespect, but I wanted Mike to handle my case.

Oh.

Why didn't you?

I do corporate work. Dad, you've got to have a criminal lawyer, and it's not a

good idea for a client to be personally involved with his attorney.

That's right.

And in a small way, I am with you.

Remember, you were supposed to do some work on my house last year.

Well, I gave you a bid.

Yeah, but I never heard from you. No, that's because your bid was highway

robbery. My bid was very reasonable. Reasonable.

I'd have wound up paying you more than I paid for the whole house.

Mr. Matlock, you bought this house 40 years ago. Wait a minute. Mr. Matlock,

about this?

A check for your fee in full and up front.

And if I, say,

wanted to have new hardwood floors put in the house,

I

will see what I can do.

Thank you, Jenkins.

Well, good morning. Come in.

How's that case I gave you, the Gibson case? How's it going?

Well, that's funny to talk to you about.

Sorry I had to dump something like that on you not two minutes after you walked

in the door, but you probably noticed we're swamped.

One of the partners in that firm you were with in St. Louis did say you were

incredibly quick study.

Well, I am, but... And truth be told, he raved about you.

He said you were the most dedicated, hardest -working associate they had ever

hired.

What's more, he seemed to think it was because you were raising two children on

your own, not in spite of it.

Well, I do tend to overcompensate. When I heard that, I said to myself, bingo!

Don't get me wrong, I'm not chauvinist or in any way against women, but you

wouldn't believe how many times I have been burned by women who consider

here not a job, but as something they just kind of squeezed in between...

Personal crises?

Medical, marital, sexual, spiritual?

Anyway, I am glad you're here. You are a breath of fresh air.

So, the Gibson case.

Yes?

Well, you said earlier you needed to talk to me about something.

Uh, well, I just wanted to tell you that we will probably be filing charges

against him by the end of the day.

So do it. Good luck.

Thanks. So, in whose custody are the little darlings today?

The Board of Education.

I'm sorry for what I did to you yesterday. I was just... I'm sorry.

The word is Gibson's hired himself a lawyer.

Ben Matlock.

Welcome to the big league.

I'd like to get the old place up to snuff, you know, within reason.

How much would it cost to put central air in the house?

Mr. Mantlock, off the top of my head, I just don't know. So I'll tell you what,

why don't I get back to you, okay? Uh -huh, yeah. And the heating system, use

some... Watch out. Uh -oh, yeah.

Just like my steps.

Whole front porch is just kind of starting to list a little bit. Could you

back to me on that? How you doing?

So

this

is where it happened?

Yep.

Rusty married?

No.

Divorced?

I don't think so.

He had a girlfriend.

Yeah, I guess he did.

Oh, honey, you're too messy. Get it all over the place.

I'll be careful.

Come on, Mom.

Mom? Just a minute, Molly.

Please, please, please.

Okay, okay, look. You can paint Grandpa's rocking chair down in the

okay, since I'm finished?

Yes, thanks, Mom.

Mom?

This guy here wants to talk to you.

Hi, I'm Ben Matlock. Hi.

Katie Clark.

I see.

Mom, how come Kevin gets to play in film and I don't?

Honey, we'll talk about it later, okay? I get to help!

Yeah.

Come in, please.

Thank you. Can I get you something?

Oh, no, thank you. I'm fine.

Did Jack tell you I questioned him?

Yes.

It's a shame you don't know Jack.

If you did, you'd know he's not a killer.

That's what all defense lawyers say.

I guess that's right.

So, uh... Oh, I just wanted to introduce myself and chat a little about the

case. Oh, good.

Well, I think things are starting to shape up quite nicely.

But you don't have a motive.

Uh, no, I guess I don't.

But you know, I can't help think how odd it was that your client invited Rusty

Stambler over to his house the night before the murder just to fire him. Why

house? Why not fire him on the job?

Oh, well, Jack's a nice man, and he was just trying to soften the blow, that's

all.

You know what I find odd, though? What's that?

Rusty's girlfriend.

She was there the night before the murder. She left her makeup kit and

came back.

Wonder why.

I don't know.

Could be important.

Yeah. I wouldn't have thought much about it if I hadn't seen the kid.

Sometimes seeing things makes a difference.

That's why I like to go over the murder scene personally.

Me too.

We've got to find out who left us here. We're working on it. Put more men on it.

We've already got the killer.

We've made an arrest.

I've got to get a conviction.

If we don't find out who left us here, Ben Matlock's going to make a case that

maybe she was the killer.

Don't suppose you've ID'd the prints on that wine glass yet? Haven't heard back

from the lab, ma 'am.

Check out this number?

We've been doing this a long time.

Yes, ma 'am.

The guy said he never heard of Rusty Fandler.

Really?

Odd.

Hello, Katie.

How you doing?

Fine.

I thought you were quitting the case.

Believe me, I wanted to, but I couldn't.

I understand that.

No, I don't think you do.

I'm going to prosecute this case to the very best of my ability. No punches

pulled, no holes barred. I wouldn't do that, Katie.

Why not?

Because you're going to look very foolish.

I didn't do it.

These fibers were removed from the top of a chain -link fence that runs behind

the decedent's house.

When were they removed?

On the 12th of October at 2 .20 p .m., approximately four and a half hours

Mr. Sandler's body was discovered.

Do you have any idea where these fibers came from?

They came from a brand of blue jeans known as Strongman.

This pair of jeans was recently removed by warrant from the defendant's bedroom

closet. Would you tell the court what brand they are, please?

They're strong men. This tear in the left leg here.

How, in your expert opinion, was it made?

Well, the edges are frayed, which indicates fibers are missing, so I'd say

was the result of a snag rather than a cut.

Is it possible, then, that the fibers that were found on the fence behind the

Stevens' house came from this pair of jeans?

Given the length of the fibers and the length of the tear, yes.

I'd say it was very possible.

Thank you.

Nothing further?

Mr. Pratt, how many Americans would you say own a pair of

strongman jeans?

Objection. Constant speculation.

You're the one who said he was an expert. Let the man talk.

Objection overruled.

Thank you.

Would you say in the thousands, the tens of thousands?

Hundreds of thousands, at least.

And of those hundreds of thousands, how many would you say...

Have a tear in the pants leg.

Well, seeing as how it's considered stylish for some members of society to

around with gaping holes in their jeans, I would imagine quite a few.

I agree.

I agree.

Thank you. No more questions.

The witness may step down.

Fourth next witness, the state would like to call Mr.

Nick Murrow.

Mr. Murrow, did you know that it's Eden Rusty Stambler?

No. You never had any contact with him?

No.

What's your phone number?

555 -6893.

If you never had any contact with Rusty Stambler, then why was your phone number

found in his bedroom on a newspaper delivered the morning of the murder?

And why, according to phone company records, did he call you on October

the day he was murdered, at 6 .45 a .m.? I must have had the wrong number.

If you dialed your number by mistake, why was the phone call two minutes and

seconds long?

I see you wearing a brace.

What happened?

I threw my back out at work.

How'd you do that?

Well, I was working a site up at London Hills, and I stepped on some cement that

was supposed to be set, only it wasn't. I caved in, my foot got caught, I fell

over sideways and sprained my back.

So you're a construction worker?

A plumber.

Have you been able to work since the accident?

Oh, no way. I can barely get out of bed.

So you filed an insurance claim?

No. Why not?

Just seemed like a hassle.

According to your bank record, about a week after the accident, you deposited

close to $60 ,000 into your savings account.

Where did that money come from?

Came from that general contractor for that house out in Linden Hills, didn't

Isn't it true he paid you off to keep you from filing an insurance claim

he didn't want anybody asking questions why that cement gave way?

Who am I talking about, Nick?

Who was that general contractor?

Jack Gibson.

Jack Gibson, the defendant.

Now tell us how that cement gave way.

I don't know.

No?

Didn't Mr. Gibson tell you?

Or what about Rusty Stambler? Didn't he tell you? You know, when he called you

that morning, when he warned you he was about to blow the whistle on Jack Gibson

for using undersized and rusted -out rebar to reinforce that cement pad?

Rebar that was four times as cheap as the steel Mr. Gibson indicated he was

going to use in his bid, and for which he billed his client?

You injured your back because Jack Gibson committed fraud.

That's a lie!

That means everyone.

Are you saying it's true?

You had an intimate relationship with the man you are now prosecuting?

Yes.

Miss Clark, you have not exactly made my day.

Not only am I going to have to declare a mistrial...

But because you spearheaded the initial investigation against Mr. Gibson, you

may very well have compromised the Faith's whole case.

How could you let this happen?

I didn't know, I swear.

I had a very rocky first day here, Your Honor. If you'd just let me explain.

I've heard enough, Miss Clark. But you haven't heard the truth.

Now, four years ago, when I was living here and doing legal work part -time, my

husband took off with another woman.

divorced me, and left me and our two children.

Now, Jack Gibson, who up till then had been one of my husband's friends, helped

us out and became my friend.

And pretty soon he became more than a friend.

He helped me get back on my feet, kind of renewed my self -confidence.

But by the time I accepted a full -time job in St. Louis, we were back to being

just friends.

And contrary to what Mr. Gibson would have you believe, we parted on good

That's all very well and good, Miss Clark, but it doesn't change the fact

you should have taken yourself off the case.

I tried. No one knows that, but I did.

And with all due respect, Your Honor, all officers of the court have personal

lives and prejudices which they routinely set aside in order to do their

and I have done that.

Again, contrary to what the defendant says, I have not concocted evidence. Mr.

Matlock is welcome to go over any and all of my findings.

In fact, if anything, the delicacy of my situation has made me even more

diligent in the preparation of this case than I otherwise might have been.

If this case is appealed, it won't be because of anything I have or haven't

done, Your Honor. I promise you, there is no need to declare a mistrial.

Mr. Matlock, I haven't heard your two cents.

Well, there's, uh...

There's nothing to be gained by starting over.

Of course, I'm going to take a good look at everything.

And if you mess with any evidence or make another misstep in this case, I'll

have a mistrial in a heartbeat.

Fine with me.

In that case, court will reconvene at 9 a .m. tomorrow.

What have you got to say?

I'm sorry we had to tell Matt.

You should be. You made me look like an idiot.

Now, wait a minute.

When I was first assigned this case, I came in here to tell you that there

be a conflict of interest.

But before I could get a word out, you told me how busy everyone was and how

much trouble you had with women trying to get out of work.

How would I have looked if I had to remove myself from the very first case

gave me because I had an affair with a defendant?

You would have looked a hell of a lot better than you do now.

We're going to have to continue this later.

Prosecuting a former lover?

Bad form, Miss Clark.

I'm only going to say this once, Mr.

Stonehill. Back off.

Or you'll do what?

Stomp your little foot?

Listen, I'm just tired of seeing people come in here expecting special

treatment. Just because they got kids, bills, and breath, that's all.

Miss Clark, Mr. Jenkins wants to see you.

The day I ask you or him or anybody else around here for special treatment,

don't be surprised if you sprout wings, because that'll be the day pigs fly.

I just got off the phone with Detective Remsen.

The police have located Ruthie Stambler's girlfriend, says she saw Jack

at Stambler's place around the time of the murder.

Her name's Patricia Price. Here's her address.

All right, nothing like what happened today is ever going to happen again.

Look, I know I put you in a hard place when this first began, but next time,

speak up.

I wouldn't want to have to fire you or see to it that you never practice law in

this state again.

There we go.

Okay, you got a word now?

Thanks.

Yep. Don't ask me to program your VCR, okay?

You and that woman DA, huh?

Yeah.

Well, you got good taste, Dad.

Terrible timing, but good taste.

You know, Mike, I didn't tell anybody because, to be honest with you, I

well, I just figured what could it hurt.

I had no idea she was going to wind up coming after me tooth and nail like

digging into my business affairs, making me look like a crook.

Mike. Yeah.

Turn around.

Look at me.

It was that one time.

That one time only, I swear to you.

And I did not start out to cheat anybody.

It just happened.

We were running behind. There was a holdup on the rebar.

So I just used whatever scrap was laying around the yard. Okay.

I mean, it's not like you were endangering lives or anything.

Come on, you gotta stop worrying about it.

Dad, you hired Ben Matlock. He's the best, right?

He's not gonna let you down.

Dad, neither am I.

Yeah. I'm done painting that chair downstairs.

Good for you, honey. Why don't you go get ready for bed?

Mom?

Yeah? Molly says you're going to kill me.

She may have a point.

Got it all over the floor, too.

Thank you, Molly.

Mom? Yes?

Where's Grandma Di?

In the hospital.

He thinks this house is haunted.

It does.

Is it?

Well, in a way, it is.

Really?

Like this.

I grew up in this house.

Every time I turn around, I think of something I haven't thought of in 20

The way Grandpa used to sit at his desk, looking at paintings with a magnifying

glass, thinking what he was going to save for his collection.

Or the way Grandma used to sit at the kitchen table every Sunday night,

her nails.

It's like we're here.

Kind of like ghosts.

Ghosts? Happy ghosts.

See? Stop making me go with you every time you need to go upstairs at night.

Okay? Okay.

You've been doing that Molly thing. That's nice.

Yeah. We know about any whines when you're scared.

I love you too.

Okay. That's right.

Can I do that?

And how would you describe your relationship to Rusty, Miss Price?

We were, you know, lovers.

I understand you were at his house not only the night before, but the morning

his murder. Is that right?

Yeah, that's right.

Miss Price, there's something that's puzzling me.

Why didn't you come forward when you first heard Rusty was murdered?

Two words.

I'm married.

At least I was until all this hit the fan.

Tell us what you saw that morning.

Well, see, my husband was out of town, so I'd gone over to Rusty's the night

before to, you know, spend the night.

But he wasn't feeling too good, so I left around midnight.

Stopped by on my way to work the next morning to see if he felt better.

And what did you see?

I parked my car a ways down the street like always.

And as I was getting out of the car, I saw this guy come around the side of

Rusty's house from the back and go in the front door.

Do you have any idea what time it was?

7 .30. I know because WSBY was playing his top ten list.

I didn't get out of the car until it was over.

Miss Price, I'd like you to look around and tell me if the man you saw go under

Rusty's house that morning is here in the courtroom today.

Yeah, that's him right over there.

Let the record show that the witness pointed to Jack Gibbs and the defendant.

Nothing further?

When you say that Rusty wasn't feeling well,

how do you mean he wasn't feeling well?

Said he felt like he was going to hurl.

Was that before or after you had some wine?

Both.

Rusty thought drinking something might help. It didn't, so I split.

If he had something, I didn't want to catch it.

Did you leave in a hurry?

No. Well, how come you left your makeup case behind?

I forgot it.

You left your makeup case behind because you went stomping out of Rusty's house

in a huff, didn't you? What do you mean?

Well, I guess because after a couple of glasses of wine, he started making

threats about telling your husband about your affair.

No. Well, you didn't like that. Made you mad, and you left.

But the next morning you came back to make sure he didn't make any threats

that again, didn't you? Now, you just wait a minute. I went over there that

morning to see how he was doing, only I never got the chance because that man

right there went in ahead of me. He was wearing blue jeans and a dark -colored

jacket, and he was in such a hurry he put his foot right through one of the

steps. And that's the truth, mister.

You saw all that while you're parking your car, listening to the radio.

Mr. Madeline.

Ah.

Defense requests a 15 -minute recess.

Ben, what's going on? You did it.

You didn't tell me of your affair with Katie because you was hoping she'd give

you some kind of a break. Ben, come on. You stopped me from stepping on that

step because you knew it was broken because you were the one who broke it.

you are wrong. I don't want to hear it.

All right, Ben, hear this.

I'm entitled to the best possible defense, and you are ethically bound to

me that.

Besides, I paid you a hell of a lot of money, so why don't you just get out

there and earn it?

I did.

Oh, thanks.

Well, thanks for coming.

You can see I'm still getting settled. Yeah.

Here,

have a seat.

Where are you going to sit?

Right here, it's fine.

This case has come a long way since we first

talked, Mr. Matlock.

I've established a motive and placed your client at the scene of the crime.

In other words, I've got him.

So, in order to save us all a lot of time and money...

I'm prepared to offer your client a deal.

What kind of deal?

He pleads guilty. I reduce the charge to second -degree murder. He does a

maximum ten years in prison.

He won't go for it.

Of course, you probably know that better than I do.

Well, you tell him anyway.

And make sure he understands it's a one -time deal. He turns it down, that's it.

He'll be at the mercy of the court.

Okay, I'll tell him.

I wouldn't get my hopes up, though.

Mr. Matlock.

These are not my hopes.

This was District Attorney Jenkins' idea, believe me.

I did my best to talk him out of it.

I think I could get a conviction.

But he doesn't.

He's just trying to be efficient.

Efficient.

Now, this is a picture of Rusty Stambler Street, taken from outside a car

parked where approximately you said your car was parked, about here.

Now, can you pick out Rusty's house from this picture?

Well, yeah, right there. Uh -huh.

And this is the view of the house that you saw that morning.

Yeah.

There's a lot of bushes along here.

You say you saw a man walking along the side of the house.

You'd have seen him in profile and through the bushes, wouldn't you?

Yeah. And you'd see his back as he went up the steps and inside the house. Is

that right?

I guess.

Let's see, how far would you say you were parked away? About 50 yards, would

say? I don't know. Well, with the bushes and the profile and his back and all,

you weren't exactly up close and personal, were you? I know what I saw.

you. No more questions.

Defense calls, Mr. Michael Gibson. Stand.

Did you know the decedent, Rusty Stambler?

I'd met him a couple of times through my father, but I didn't really know him,

no. So you weren't friends?

No. You have any contact with him at all?

No.

Well, why is it that, according to the records I subpoenaed from the

phone company, one call...

was made from his house to your apartment and five calls made from your

his place in the two weeks prior to the murder.

Rusty Sandler told me my father was defrauding clients by

substituting materials he had specified in his bids for cheaper ones.

He told me he was going to report him, so I tried to talk him out of it.

Does your father know this?

No, I never told him.

I knew how much it would embarrass him.

You love your father very much, don't you?

Yeah.

How tall are you?

5 '11". How tall is your father?

About the same.

Same height, same color hair.

People ever confuse you?

It happens.

Yeah, yeah.

You own a pair of jeans?

Of course, who doesn't? Okay.

Where were you between 7 and 8 the morning of the murder?

At home.

All alone? Yes.

I subpoenaed your bank records.

You withdrew $75 ,000 in cash from your

market rate savings account two days before the murder. Remember that? Yeah.

And what's interesting is before the bank closed that same day, you

that money. Now, why'd you do that?

I was going to loan the money to a friend. He decided he didn't need it

all. What, friend?

Who was the money for?

Your Honor, I ask that you instruct this witness to give me the names of the

person or persons this money was for and a recess from court so I can check out

the details immediately.

The witness will answer the question.

Wasn't alone, was it?

It was hush money, wasn't it?

Only Rusty wouldn't take it. So to protect the father you adore from public

humiliation and financial ruin, you went over to Rusty's house to shutting up

for good, didn't you? No!

It was you Pat Price saw outside his house that day. It was you who went in

there and strangled him to death, wasn't it? No!

It wasn't him.

And kill this guy.

Yes.

Miss Ply?

Mr. Matlock, come in.

Turn those things off, please. Come on. I'm just about to kill this guy.

Yeah, it's really cool when you kill him. Turn it off.

I just came by to give congratulations.

Please, you're the one who won that case, and you know it. No, you're the

who discovered Jack was switching those materials. I might never have picked up

on that.

Oh, I think you would have.

But thanks anyway.

At this stage in my career, I need all the encouragement I can get.

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