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[Music]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

This is my boss, Jonathan Hart, a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them, which ain't easy, because when they met, it was murder.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

You're late, Fred.

I promise you'll get the money.

You needed $100,000 with no collateral, and we lent it to you when no one else would.

And at 10% interest.

10% interest?

Some low.

10% a week.

You knew what our interest rates were when you signed the contract.

My, my, my.

What a tragic commentary on the world's money market, isn't it?

The once respected Wall Street financier makes a few judgmental errors, and psh.

Mr. Flowers, you'll get your money.

I promise. Just give me-- give me one more month.

I swear you'll get it.

You're swearing on your life, Fred?

With interest, $150,000.

30 days.

Just 30 days. I-- I-- I promise you'll get it.

Because Pat has done some work for us in the past

and apparently likes you, we'll bend company policy for her.

Mr. Nichols, make sure Fred keeps his word.

Pat, make sure he pays in 30 days,

or you'll both find we employ some unusual banking practices.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Fred, we're packing.

I am not waiting for a return visit.

Just wait.

I'll get the money.

I've worked for the syndicate.

If they're not paid, we're both dead.

Wait.

See these four men?

They're the key to the money.

I see you.

Who are the others, your fellow bank robbers?

Oh, no.

No, they're all gentlemen toasting Jonathan Hart at his bachelor party.

There's Cyrus Ainsear, Arthur Radner, and Jonathan Hart.

The Jonathan Hart?

You know him?

Let's say I knew him.

Well, what's he going to do, give you the money?

Yes.

Only he doesn't know it.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[PHONE RINGING]

Hello?

Who's calling, please?

Just a minute.

It's for you.

Irene Day.

Irene Day?

Irene Day.

I don't know her.

Well, neither do I.

Hello, this is Jonathan Hart.

[Phone Tone]

She hung up.

She did?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Who's Irene Day?

I don't know.

There's Irene Bordone.

She works on my payroll.

No, she said Day.

Oh, wait a minute.

I knew an Irene once.

Irene Darrow.

I dated her before you and I met.

Irene Darrow got married and became Irene Day.

That's Irene Day.

Oh, the people we dated.

Oh, Irene Darrow.

As I recall, she was gorgeous, wasn't she?

Uh-huh.

Huh.

What about Andy?

Andy?

Andy Segrin.

Do you ever hear from him?

Andy Segrin?

Yeah, Andy.

Oh, don't be silly.

He was gorgeous, wasn't he?

He always thought so.

But darling, when I close my eyes, I only think of you.

And when I close my eyes, I only think of you.

And when Andy closes his eyes, he only thinks of Andy.

Andy.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Good night, Andy.

Good night, Irene.

[LAUGHTER]

Darling, there's something I want to talk to you about.

You do?

[KNOCKING]

Come in.

Excuse me.

These were just delivered.

Oh, darling, you shouldn't have.

Darling, I didn't.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hart.

The card is for Mr. Hart.

Thanks.

Huh.

I wonder who sent those.

What does the card say?

"To Jonathan Love, Irene Day, or Irene Darrow."

Take your pick.

I would have picked carnations for a man.

Well, this is really interesting.

First she calls, and then hangs up, and now these.

I think you ought to have a word with her, darling.

Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

What?

This came in my morning mail from her.

Cashmere?

Your size.

I tried to return it, but there was no answer at the number I last had for her.

Well, I have a feeling she'll be calling you again soon.

But what I can't figure is what she wants after all of these years.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Jennifer, sweetheart.

Claire, how are you?

Good.

Oh, say hello to George Christie.

I'm sure you've read his column.

Of course.

What a pleasure.

Where are you meeting?

Jonathan.

Mr. Hart?

Well, that's hardly hot gossip I can use.

Well, I'm sorry about that.

It's nice to have met you.

Bye-bye.

I've seen them in so many affairs together.

The inseparable hearts.

What a day.

I'm sorry I'm late.

Have you been waiting long?

Oh.

As a matter of fact, I have.

So I started without you.

I've got a 2 o'clock meeting.

Couldn't you call the office and have them push it back?

Well, some of the fellows have 4 o'clock connections to make on airplanes.

You know, if you were going to be this late, you could have called me.

We don't have too much time.

I'm sorry.

I suppose I should, but it doesn't really happen very often.

It has happened before.

Well, not that often.

Besides, the phone kept ringing.

I couldn't get out of the house.

I'm not blaming you.

It's just been rather a difficult day.

Hasn't been a very good day for me either.

How's that?

Honest?

This arrived.

It's me with Irene Day.

I recognize you.

You don't think that I'm really having an affair with Irene Day, do you?

Hmm?

I'm sure?

Don't you believe me?

I'm trying to.

But it's not very easy.

After the phone call, the flowers, the gift, this.

I can only take so much.

I went with this woman for several years.

This could be an old photograph.

Did you ever think of that?

I thought of that.

But you're wearing your wedding ring, so it's out.

Excuse me.

Would you care for some wine, Mrs. Harding?

No, no, thank you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Jonathan, I'm not a suspicious person.

You know that.

You've never given me any reason to be.

Until now.

Until now.

All I want is a simple explanation

for why all of a sudden there's all this attention.

Why would Irene Day want to make me jealous?

You can't be jealous.

Why not?

You cannot be jealous.

Aren't I entitled to have a human emotion?

Excuse me.

Would you carry your order now, Mrs. Hart?

Yes.

I'd like my car.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What happened?

Did you order lunch to be delivered?

I lost my appetite.

Max, take Mrs. Hart wherever she wants to go.

I'll take her car.

I'm perfectly capable of driving myself.

You take Mr. Hart.

He has a very important appointment at 2 o'clock.

What's up between you two?

Ask him. Perhaps he'll explain it to you.

You wouldn't explain it to me.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

How's you H?

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[CAR DOOR SLAMS]

[MUSIC PLAYING].

[TIRES SQUEALING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

It's me. Let me in.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

And asking for separate checks at La Rangerie with the Jonathan Harts.

This odds maker gives the once happy couple six to five on a Vegas farewell.

If you can't believe George Christie, who can you believe?

I believe it.

Fred, I was jailed once for my innovations in stereophonic sound.

Hey, don't worry.

Hopefully we won't have to camp out here much longer.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mr. And Mrs. H, I got to have a serious talk with both of you.

I said what I had to say at lunch.

Mrs. H, you talk to me.

I got some questions.

I have nothing more to say.

I'm exhausted.

I'm going upstairs to take a shower.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

What's on your mind, Max?

What's on my mind?

You two in the cat fight.

Me coming home alone in a cab.

And now a community cleanup.

I got the shower on to cover up any little bugging devices.

You see, that fight at the restaurant was staged.

Wait a minute, Mrs. H. I hate to come in in the middle of this picture.

A couple of days ago, I wanted to send that

needlepoint rug downstairs to the cleaners.

I picked it up, and I discovered the first bug.

When we looked high and low, we found a few more bugs.

Bugs in the rug, huh?

But who?

Well, judging from the way they got in the house, they're real pros.

Mm.

Last week, a lady came from the phone company

and gave me a sales pitch about phones in designer colors.

She toured the house, thanks to me.

But don't blame yourself, Max.

It's not your fault.

But who would want to see you two break up?

That's what we'd like to find out.

You see, there's been a very interesting series of events.

First, there was a phone call for Jonathan.

Then she hung up.

Then there was a gift for Jonathan.

And there were some roses for Jonathan.

And then today, there was a photograph of Jonathan,

doctored, with one of his old girlfriends.

Obviously money.

It's a blackmail ploy.

I don't know how he thought about that, Max.

Nobody's asked for a dime.

Not one dime.

But why'd you have that fight at the lingerie?

Because we go there all the time with our friends.

There's a social columnist there who's got a regular table.

If we could create some gossip, it might get into the newspapers.

You mean you wanted them to think you were breaking up?

How else can we find out who they are and what they want from us, don't you see?

I was climbing the wall. Why didn't you let me in on it?

Well, we wanted to, but we figured if we could convince you, we could convince them.

I was convinced.

Now remember, we're breaking up.

I got it.

Hey, you're not going to throw the new China, are you?

Not at you, Max.

[Music]

Jonathan, I've known so many couples whose marriages haven't lasted,

I never dreamed that our marriage would be in jeopardy.

I don't consider it in jeopardy.

I may be old-fashioned, but I never thought either of us would stray.

All I'm saying is that in this day and age, no one is faithful forever.

That's all I'm saying.

Uh-huh. So you are admitting to having an affair.

Certainly I'm not admitting to having an affair.

All I'm saying is that you're being terribly Victorian about the whole situation.

Victorian?

Yes.

Take this.

I'll get it.

Hello?

Jennifer?

Oh, Claire. Hi.

How are you? What?

Well, I'm fine, but what's with you and Jonathan lately?

Oh, uh, frankly, I don't really know.

I think maybe he's having the, uh, seven-year itch a little early.

Well, look, you can't stay home and dwell on it.

Come have dinner with me.

Oh, Claire, I don't know if I'm up to it right now.

Come on. Just the two of us.

Some good old-fashioned girl talk?

I'll meet you tomorrow night at Pot and Jerry's.

Pot and Jerry's? Isn't that a singles' place?

Well, I'm single.

Besides, sweetheart, what's good for the goose...

...is worth the gander.

I'll be there.

All right. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Jennifer, I couldn't help but overhearing that conversation.

I will not have you going to a place like Pot and Jerry's at any time.

People go there alone. It's a singles' place.

Alone? Well, I have no intention of going there alone.

I'm going with Claire.

With Claire?

Yes. Well, then I'm turning in.

Well, don't wait up for me.

I'll be in the guest room. Max made it up for me.

Max is siding against me?

It's not a conspiracy, Jonathan.

I just asked him to change the linens.

Freeway, you're coming with me. You're staying with him.

Good boy.

And stay out.

[Music]

Well, let's see.

I've got the Harts in separate bedrooms and a custody fight over their pooch.

Tomorrow night, she takes the final plunge into the singles' world.

Time for step number two.

Fred, you've kept me in the dark about this.

What is the second step?

A reunion with Jennifer Hart.

She's a very attractive woman. You better keep your distance.

Oh, word.

It's not a lasting relationship.

Anyway, I can't afford to have her remember me.

Not with a hundred and fifty thousand dollars waiting for us.

Please tell me.

Who's got the money and what do the Harts have to do with this?

You'll learn soon enough.

[Music].

Thank you.

Three and one.

Um, you know, sweetheart, I might be a little bit premature, but, um,

Leon Rapallo handled my divorce and he's just terrific.

Oh, Claire, come on.

Jonathan and I are just having a period of adjustment.

Oh, look at that.

Well, if your adjustment turns into a major overhaul, you call Leon.

All right.

You know, I think I better go check on our dinner reservation.

I'll be right back.

[Music]

Double sixes.

This is your lucky night.

Oh, is it?

It is.

I'm Clifford Lehman.

Oh, I like you.

How would you like to stay up all night, drink champagne and watch the sun rise?

No, I don't think so.

Please. And I can have Peter arrange to have us a table in the alcove.

Well, that's very nice, but I'm just waiting for my friend.

Well, I'll have Peter get her a table, too.

Oh, good.

We'll all have tables.

This table's for everyone.

Just don't leave me.

Stay here.

I'm not talking to anyone else but you tonight.

Very kind of you, but actually, I have to go call someone, so I'll be right back.

No, Jennifer, please stay here.

Let me sweep you off your feet.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, sir.

It sounds to me as if the lady doesn't wish you company.

I don't think this concerns you.

I think it does because I don't like to see lovely ladies pushed around.

Well, that's very nice of you.

No one is pushing the lady around.

I think you were pushing her around.

As you can plainly see, the lady is not chained to the table, and she is 21.

Not actually, but... Why don't we just-- Don't do that.

Don't do what?

Take your hands off my arm.

I'll take them off when we get outside, okay?

I said take your hands-- [screaming]

[screaming].

Yeah.

Let's go.

Let's go.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[Siren]

[screaming]

All right, folks.

All right, folks.

[screaming]

Get off of me!

Get off!

Let me go!

Let me go!

That's it.

All right, you two, let's go.

What do you mean? I don't even know him.

I was only trying to help.

Miss, you can call your lawyer from jail.

Claire.

16-91, Claire.

Hey, who's in there? Sinatra?

Some society dame got into a brawl and broke up the place.

All right, pull out.

Jennifer.

Hey, you're Jonathan Hart.

Give us one we can sell to the morning papers, Mrs. Hart.

It went beautifully inside.

I got it all on the outside.

[music]

Oh, a night in the city jail.

I'm so sorry, darling.

Do you know they took my mugshot?

You got a beautiful mug.

They even fingerprinted me.

You got beautiful fingertips.

Didn't they give you a tissue to wipe that off with?

Yes, they did, but I was so angry I didn't use it.

Slow down a minute, darling.

Do you see that girl standing in the corner over there?

She was in the same tank as I was.

They let her out before they let me out.

I bailed you out as fast as I could, darling.

I just feel so badly about having you be the bait.

Don't worry about it, darling. It wasn't your fault.

I wanted to do it.

Our relationship is just as important to me as it is to you.

Well, at least the car isn't bugged.

And we've got a couple of minutes before you have to drop me off at the office.

Now, what exactly happened at Pot Jerry's?

Well, there was a man there called Clifford Lehman.

He tried to pick me up.

I tried to get away from him gracefully, but he wouldn't hear of it.

Then there was another man who tried to help me.

Who was he?

I don't know his name. He left before I could get a chance to ask him.

But he did get Lehman off of me.

You know something? He really did look familiar.

Darling, how far are you prepared to go with our breaking up?

I don't know.

How far are you willing to go?

Well, I don't know.

I suppose the problem is how far are they willing to go.

What is it, Max?

You've got company, Miss Day.

Call Jonathan at the office and tell him to get over here as quickly as possible.

Miss Day!

Hello.

Jennifer.

I haven't seen you since your wedding.

I'm sorry we have to meet under such unfortunate circumstances.

Unfortunate?

Jonathan hasn't told you?

Told me what?

Well, we have to be adults about this.

Jonathan and I are having an affair.

You are?

Well, I'm not surprised he didn't tell you boys will be boys.

From what I read in the papers, you're not sitting around like the rejected wife.

Well...

I certainly do appreciate your candor.

Then you won't contest the divorce?

The divorce?

No.

No, as a matter of fact, our lawyers are talking right now.

Where is Jonathan?

Hart Industries has an executive apartment for visiting businessmen.

I would have thought you would have known it.

Yes! Oh, oh, oh, it's wonderful. You have great taste.

I'm awful glad someone has.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have come.

Excuse me.

I tried to contact you as fast as possible so you could confront her in person.

Yeah, well, darling, it wasn't Irene.

How do you know?

Because I traced the Lucy of Irene Darrow.

She is happily married to an Australian sheep rancher.

Well, she certainly looked like the Irene in the picture.

Well, maybe she was figuring that you wouldn't

recognize her not knowing her that well.

But what I can't figure out is why have they gone to all

this trouble when they haven't even asked us for a dime.

Look, Mrs. H, you're on page three.

Hey.

What an awful picture.

No, I think that's cute.

Oh, well, I'm glad the phones were working

so we could get through to you at the office.

Why, were they cut out before?

I'm not sure. You see, there's been a repair

truck parked down the street off and on lately.

Yeah, I saw that truck when I came in.

A telephone repair truck?

Didn't you say there was someone here from the telephone company last week?

Professional bugging equipment.

I think it's time we gave the telephone company a ring of our own.

Let's go take a look at that truck.

Here, Max.

So you've moved out on her, huh?

I didn't know it was time to collect.

Hey!

(Music)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(Music)

(Music).

Did you see his license number?

Yeah, 1C3-1966.

Funny. The weatherman predicted only partial clouds.

Another bottle, Fred.

You can't keep that money a secret from me forever, you know.

No.

Just until I win my bet.

Oops.

So... It was a bet, Fred.

Yeah.

More of a pool.

Like a ship's pool.

Here. I'll show you.

Hang it. Hang it. Hang it.

You wait. Wait right there.

Okay.

Just... Just wait.

Here.

Got something to show you.

Yeah?

You've shown me this. I've seen it. What does it mean?

It was Jonathan Hart's bachelor party the night before he married Jennifer Edwards.

What is the pool?

Oh. Well, see, Jonathan went home first.

And some of us stayed around, had a few more drinks.

And we... We started talking about how few marriages last these days.

And Cyrus Saint-Cyr, this... This fellow right here, he's a divorce lawyer.

He came up with some pretty grim statistics about the whole thing.

And then he jokingly said, "I bet that marriage doesn't last five years."

And Arthur Radner, this guy, he said, "Oh, there's so much in love, it has to last.".

Well, we had a couple more rounds, and Cyrus,

he just whipped out his checkbook and he said,

"I'll bet that marriage doesn't last five years."

And I said, "Well, I bet it makes it five years, but it doesn't go ten."

And Arthur Radner said, "I'll bet anything it goes forever."

Well, at least ten years.

You made a bet on how long the hearts would stay together?

We each wrote a check for $50,000, gave it to

Cyrus, he cashed them, and holds them in his bank.

And winner takes all?

If you bet the right numbers.

Fred, Mr. Flowers is coming to get the money on Friday.

By that time, I'll have the hearts separated.

But Mr. Flowers won't get a penny of it.

What?

They'll kill you. And me.

We'll be packed by that time and out of the country. They'll never find us.

Fred, they find people. Please, pay them.

Do you understand? My ship has come in.

We're sitting pretty with $150,000.

Wonderful.

All the money's ours.

You get some rest, okay?

Get some rest.

(Music)

Is Mr. Flowers there, please?

Fred?

Mr. Flowers? It's Pat.

Listen, Fred wasn't lying to you. He had a way of getting the money to you.

It's the damnedest bet you ever heard.

But he's not gonna turn the money over to you.

I am leveling with you.

I want to stay alive even if he doesn't.

Thanks. Yes, I understand.

$50,000 is my share and I'm back at work in the home office.

Thanks. Thanks, Mike.

Jonathan, I'm glad you called me.

That license plate nummy you gave me? It was a phony all the way.

What do you mean?

The truck had no connection with Mar-Bell.

It was rented from a legitimate firm.

Probably repainted by someone called Pat Yankee.

Never heard of her.

You recognize this?

That's the girl that came to the house.

She also spent three years in a slammer.

Worked for the syndicate.

She was charged with illegal wiretapping.

You mean organized crime is at stake in our marriage?

That's it. Look, I'll make the arrest.

I assume the wiretapping had to do with blackmail?

If we were being blackmailed, we would have called you in weeks ago.

Well, then what crimes were committed?

Disorderly conduct, reckless driving.

Unfortunately, we did those.

Have you got an address on this Pat Yankee?

Yeah, but without any concrete evidence, I can't...

I know you can't do anything about it, but we could have a little chat with her.

That beautiful smell of yours certainly helps you get past games.

Not to mention the $50 you gave him.

Somebody was certainly in a hurry to get out of here.

Look at all these pictures.

These are our wedding pictures.

Wedding pictures? What are they doing here?

Irene.

The resemblance is uncanny, isn't it?

She certainly is making a hit on Cyrus Saint Sir.

(DOOR OPENS).

(Music).

Look at this.

There's Arthur and old Cyrus.

How about this for an idea?

Take old Cyrus out of Irene Day's embrace,

stick a new picture of me in, a little photographic

retouching, and you've got me with Irene Day.

That would be enough to make you jealous, wouldn't it?

It certainly would.

But you already traced Irene Day to Australia,

where she's living happily, without a motive.

And Arthur's been in Milan for the last month.

He has no motive.

So that leaves old Cyrus.

Mm-hmm.

Darling, isn't this a picture of your bachelor party?

Yeah.

Who's that?

Fred Brunis.

I forgot that he was at the wedding. I haven't seen him in years.

(SIGHS) I have.

He's the man that rescued me the other night at Pod and Jerry's.

Are you sure?

I'm positive. I thought I recognised him.

This is getting a little too coincidental for comfort.

You know, maybe Arthur's kept in touch with him,

but he's on a ten-hour flight back from Italy.

We'll have to wait till tomorrow to talk to him.

Darling, speaking of waiting, as long as we have

to wait for the police, we wait in the lobby.

Yeah.

It's a good idea, sweetheart. Come on.

Come in.

Thanks for the limo at the airport.

The driver said you wanted to see me at once.

Yes, I do. Um... I've got a question.

Um... It's no secret. Everybody on the floor is talking about it.

Well, it's, um... true.

We're just going over the legal arrangements now.

Aren't you too?

What happened?

I'll explain it to you on Friday when we have lunch.

I see.

What did you want to talk to me about?

Well, what I want to know is, um... do you know where Fred Brunis is?

Brunis?

Why do you want to speak to him?

Are his whereabouts some kind of secret?

No. No.

Um... As a matter of fact, on my way over here, there was a message from Fred.

It said, uh... something about us getting together.

Oh.

The whole crowd?

Nobody told me about that.

Well, it's probably not set yet.

I'm sure you'll be invited.

There's no reconciling the two of you?

I'm afraid not.

I'm shocked.

I was counting on it.

Counting on what, Arthur?

You two.

I'm counting on you two.

I'm very sorry.

Did you see how nervous he got when I mentioned Fred Brunis?

I thought he was going to break out into a cold sweat.

I think Arthur is lying about something.

Do you think the two of them are in this together?

Well, I'm definitely sure about one thing.

I was not invited.

Oh, and I know how you hate to be left out.

So wherever Arthur goes, we go.

Oh.

Ah.

Arthur, Arthur. Right on time.

Cyrus, how are you?

It's been a few years, hasn't it?

Hasn't it, oh, yes.

Fred Brunis phoned me with the news.

I must say I wasn't surprised.

The Hart's troubles were no secret from the press, you know.

Well, surprise me. I don't understand it.

I left the country only a month ago.

He seemed so happy.

[Humming the Wedding March]

And get me to the church on time.

Okay, okay. Don't rub it in.

The only thing that's worse than a sore loser is a sore winner.

Hello, Fred.

A lucky man.

Isn't it fitting that we have this reunion here?

The church where the Hart's were wed.

It's rather tasteless of you, Fred, don't you think?

Oh, come now, Arthur.

Don't be a spoilsport.

Gentlemen, have you heard that Jonathan Hart

is now living in his company's apartment?

I don't know their exact living arrangements, but I have spoken to the Hart's.

You've won.

$150,000.

Congratulations.

I'll throw in the case.

[Chuckles]

Well, we started this whole thing over in the ring.

Shall we?

Uh, Jonathan Oldbean.

Jonathan.

Jennifer. What are you doing here?

I gather my bachelor party got down to some rather bizarre toasting after I left.

Gentlemen's wager?

I'm not so sure you all are gentlemen.

There was only one person who knew that I was living in my corporate apartment.

Fred, we found the pictures you used to start the jealousy game.

Game?

Games, Fred.

Like those hidden microphones planted by Miss Yankee, your partner in crime.

Who we found?

She was murdered.

We found the body, Fred.

Now, that's not very gentlemanly.

She wanted to double-cross me.

She wanted to get back in with the mob.

Well, they're not getting the money, and neither are you.

And don't move.

Don't move.

You're a loser.

[Music]

[Music]

Reverend, maybe you better give this man his final blessing.

[Music]

Hello, Claude.

Oh, Mrs. Hart, what a possession.

Mr. Hart is waiting.

Thank you so much.

Thanks.

I'm sorry I'm late. You've been waiting long.

Yes, I have.

I've got a 2 o'clock meeting,

and some of the fellows have to make a 4 o'clock connections.

Oh.

So I started without you.

Did, uh-- Did your friend Irene ever start without you?

My friend Irene never started without me.

My friend Irene never started with me.

Oh.

What about Andy?

Oh, gorgeous Andy.

Yeah, gorgeous Andy.

Andy could get started all by himself.

Nuts.

He certainly was.

Mm.

You know, I think that there's just some

things that you and I have to start together.

And finish.

Definitely.

And finish.

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