Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Reveille, Sergeant.

I don't need your stupid jokes.

I need breakfast.

Well, we don't feed common drunks in here.

Just bank robbers, murderers... High-class criminals.

Maybe I could work my way up, Marshal, with your help.

No chance, Sergeant.

That's why I put you in here.

Keep you from doing just that.

Aw, come on, Marshal, you can do better than that.

You got a hold of a man's knife,

and you were about to cut his throat with it.

You're a liar!

Sergeant, I've had a hard morning.

- Don't push it. - Don't push it?

You know what you've cost me?

For the last two years, I've had a post job at Fort Dodge,

an easy one... no horses,

no chasing around on the prairie, no nothin'.

What do you think the colonel's gonna do with me now?

If he does what I think he will, he'll send you out

on the longest patrol he's got.

And all because I was protecting myself

from a guy who was trying to beat my brains out.

He never laid a hand on you.

I suppose I got these bruises from chewing taffy.

I did that, Sergeant.

You go down pretty hard.

When I'm drunk, Marshal.

I ain't drunk now.

I'm sick of you, and I'm sick of your manners, Sergeant.

Now, get out of here before I lose my temper.

You're gonna regret this, Marshal!

Things don't really change,

do they, Marshal?

Jim. Jim Downey!

Matt, how are you?

By golly, what's it been, ten, 12 years?

- At least. - Jim, you haven't changed a bit.

Oh, I don't know, a little thicker through the waist,

a little grayer at the temples.

I don't think I'd want to tangle with you.

The way that sergeant came out of your office,

I wouldn't want to tangle with you, either.

I swear you've growed another six inches

- since you left Abilene. - Jim, come on over and sit down.

By golly, I want to hear all about you.

- How about a cup of coffee? - Well, I could use some...

I've been riding all night.

Oh, yeah, I know what you mean about that.

You know, I sometimes think that I spend more time on a horse

- than I do on the ground. - Well, you ain't a lawman

till you develop a cast-iron backside.

Well, if that's the case,

I ought to be one of the best.

Jim... what brings you to Dodge?

Chasing somebody?

Nope.

All through with that.

What do you mean?

Retired.

20 years of being a lawman is long enough.

Well...

always thought of you as indestructible.

I kind of guess I figured you'd go on forever.

No one is indestructible, Matt.

A man could be shot at or knifed up just so many times.

The law of averages is bound to close in on him.

I wanted to turn in my badge myself,

not have some coroner

- turn it in for me. - Sure.

Well, Jim, you always took more chances than most.

Is there any other way to do this job?

That's what you taught me.

Along with about everything else I learned.

You were the best student I ever had.

I don't know about that.

Well, you have to be...

All the others are dead.

Jim, how about some breakfast to go with the coffee?

Oh, thanks.

I don't think I can stay awake long enough to eat it.

What I need is a bed and a bath, in that order.

This big saloon girl has this cowboy hanging out

a two-story window, see, and she's shaking him like

a hound dog shakes a possum.

Well, big Jim here, he hollers out and he says,

"Let go of that man!"

Well, she did, and this cowboy fell about 15 feet into a buggy.

And that horse took off,

and nobody in Yuma heard of him since.

For all we know, the horse is still runnin'!

Well, look, I got to make my rounds.

Jim, enjoy yourself. I'll, uh... I'll look in on you later.

See you later.

So he was a big lawman out in Arizona.

That's the way it looks to me.

He don't look so tough to me.

- He's an old man. - Why don't you go tell him that, mister?

There ain't a lawman I ever seen I'd even spit on,

let alone talk to.

Well, maybe you got reasons.

Yeah, I got plenty of reasons,

but they're all my own.

I'd like to see 'em all done in.

Well, you're not gonna do nothin' about it now, are you?

Well, don't think I couldn't if I was a mind to.

I'll tell you...

the things some men find in a bottle of a whiskey.

What would a bum like you know about it?

You know something, mister?

I'm gonna do my drinking someplace else.

That just suits me fine.

I could buy you another beer, Jim.

Thanks, but I promised myself

a hand of poker tonight... Better stay sober.

Well...

all right, I better be running along, I guess.

Well... tomorrow the drinks are on me, Doc.

Thank you, thank you. I'll be here.

Well, I got some work I can do, too.

I wish you a lot of luck with your game.

Thanks, Miss Kitty.

Well, good night, boys.

We've had it. See you tomorrow.

How'd you do?

I didn't get rich, Miss Kitty,

but I didn't lose any money, either.

That puts you way ahead.

How about a nightcap?

I thank you kindly, but I better be going to bed.

Matt's taking the day off tomorrow... we're going fishing

early in the morning.

He hasn't done that in years.

Well, it isn't the best way

in the world to take care of the law, is it?

You and Matt must be just alike: too conscientious.

Nope. Not me anymore.

I'm a man of peace.

A believer in the easy way out.

I notice you still carry a gun.

A lawman makes enemies.

I may be shot in the back sometime, but, uh,

any other way, I'll give 'em a fight.

I bet you would.

- Good night, Mr. Downey. - Good night.

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Matt.

Is he gonna make it?

No.

Nope, not a chance.

Jim?

Jim, it's Matt Dillon.

Matt?

Who did this to you, Jim?

I don't know.

Didn't even see his face.

Was somebody after you?

I don't know who it was.

He shot me in the back.

I'm in bad shape, Matt.

Now, you just hang on, Jim.

You've made it this far; you're not through yet.

A man's luck runs out.

Law of averages.

No, not yet, Jim.

Not for a long time.

Matt... tell me the truth.

Tell me the truth.

I thought I'd be ready, Matt.

I guess... I guess a man never is.

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Morning.

- Morning. Come after your horse? - Unless you want to buy him.

Ah, another wandering cowboy gone broke in Dodge.

- I ain't broke. I got three dollars. - Just enough

to pay your stable bill.

Yeah, I figured that when I only ordered one egg for breakfast.

You could've ordered a whole plate of eggs

if you hadn't ordered but one drink of whiskey.

I didn't come here to eat eggs.

Well, you win, cowboy.

Anyway, I'll take three dollars.

Okay.

- There you are. - Much obliged.

Where'd you come from?

I saved a hotel bill and slept with my horse.

But don't you get any ideas about charging me extra.

Well, anybody that sleeps with his horse deserves it free.

Maybe you didn't know where you slept last night.

It's no business of yours.

Morning.

How much do I owe you?

Three dollars.

You kept on drinking last night, didn't you?

Seems to be a whole lot of interest around here

about my drinking.

I ain't sure I welcome it.

Don't you remember talking to me?

Look, I was drunk, okay?

Otherwise I wouldn't have been talking to scum like you.

But I'm sober now, so beat it.

Well, you said you hated lawmen

and you'd do one in if you had a mind to.

You saying I killed that man?

- What man? - That lawman that was shot.

Somebody get shot last night?

Sure did... Marshal Dillon's friend.

I was in there asleep... with my horse. I told you.

Well, who said you wasn't?

- What's going on, Hank? - I think there's the man

that shot Jim Downey... The one in the checked shirt.

All right, that's enough!

That's him, that's him.

What's the matter with you? I didn't start this.

Oh, you practically admitted you shot Jim Downey.

Is that true?

Why would I kill him?

To get himself a lawman, Marshal.

He didn't care who it was.

You want me to break your neck? You want me to kill you

- right here? - You can't; you're a lawman.

Now, you're witnesses... I get a trial just like any man.

- What's your name? - Serpa. Tony Serpa.

What'd you have against Jim Downey?

He didn't even know him, Marshal! He told me so!

Get up.

- Morning, Doc. - Morning.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You want some coffee?

No, no, thanks.

Matt gone?

Yeah, yeah, he left about an hour ago

for Hays City with that... that fella.

He must've been in a hurry; he didn't even say good-bye.

Well, you know how... how he's been feeling since the killing.

I thought a couple of times in the trial he might just...

just tear him apart.

Yeah, I know.

It's a terrible thing, just a terrible thing.

Well, I... I suppose his disposition

will improve some once he gets rid of Serpa.

Yeah.

Once he gets rid of Serpa.

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Hey, Marshal, you gonna leave me chained up like this forever?

Don't tempt me.

Ah, what a way to treat a man.

Tied up like a pig going to market.

You know, Marshal,

if we're ever gonna be friends, you better start liking me soon.

I mean, there ain't a whole lot of time left.

You talk too much.

It's the only pleasure I got.

Tell you the truth, Marshal,

I ain't enjoying this ride too much.

I'll make it as short for you as I can.

We got company.

Howdy.

Marshal, I'm, uh, sorry to break in on you.

Are you a prisoner?

I'm Tony Serpa.

This here is Marshal Dillon.

I'm Joe Costa.

You live around these parts?

No, Marshal, I'm just... passing through.

Where are you taking him?

Hays City.

They're gonna hang me up there, Costa.

Hang you?

You kill somebody, did you?

Well, to some people, shooting a lawman's...

like shooting a snake.

You killed a lawman?

Shot him in the back.

See, the marshal is extra mad

'cause it was a friend of his.

Well, mister, it sounds to me

like you're gonna get everything you deserve.

Marshal.

Hey, Costa, you ought to come to the hanging.

You'd enjoy it.

Have a good trip, Marshal.

Take it easy, boys. It's me.

Well?

I found him.

In Dodge?

No. Been there, though, just like we figured.

And?

Hang on to your hats.

Our young partner

has shot hisself a lawman in the back.

Well, ain't that somethin'.

That stupid...

They caught him?

Caught him, tried him and convicted him.

Well, he ain't been there but three days.

That's got to be some kind of record, even for him.

Where is he now?

On his way to Hays City... to get hung.

In the company of a U.S. Marshal.

A marshal?

By himself?

Ain't that a pretty picture?

Serpa and a lawman...

all by their lonesome.

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We stopping here long?

We're gonna rest the horses.

Get off and loosen your cinch.

Best thing about getting into a saddle is getting out of it.

- What is it? - Stay here.

Who is it, Marshal?

Couple of riders.

Oh, good. I could use some company.

Howdy. Whew, it's hot out there.

You mind if we use the shade?

Suit yourself.

Hey, you're a lawman.

U.S. Marshal.

My name is Dick Corwin.

This is my buddy, Bud Evans.

- I'm Tony Serpa. - Hold it right there.

Hey, he's wearing handcuffs...

He a prisoner or something, Marshal?

Ain't no business of yourn what he is.

Now, shut up.

He done something wrong, and you're taking him in for it?

He ain't got no manners at all.

Where are you men from?

We been working on a ranch just a little bit west of here.

Hands in the air, Marshal.

Drop it.

Steady. Steady.

Hey, you got him, Costa, you got him!

- Get these off of me. - Hm?

Uh... give me your keys.

You know, you had me worried.

I thought you was never gonna get here.

Well, we got here.

Nothing to worry about.

Hey, Corwin, give me his gun.

You know, I like that idea, me having the marshal's own gun.

Just... keep your shirt on.

We got plenty of unfinished business right here.

Take that rope off your horse.

You mean you're gonna hang him?

Well, that's what ropes is for, ain't they?

Oh, by golly, this is something.

You hear that, Marshal? We're gonna hang you.

We're gonna hang you...

right there. That's a good place, ain't it?

- That's the best place, Costa. - Yeah, that's a dandy place.

Why don't you take the rope on over there and fix 'er up.

Oh, you bet I will. I'll get it all ready.

And I can make a good hangman's knot, too.

- Fine. - Marshal...

I just can't tell you how much I'm enjoying this.

Evans, bring my horse up.

Corwin, you watch theirs.

Move. Move!

Well... you're taking this right calm, Marshal.

I can cry for you; don't want to spoil your fun.

Also, you couldn't do it.

I'm gonna enjoy this for a long time to come.

All ready for you, Marshal.

Evans, keep your eyes on him.

I said on him!

Corwin.

All right.

Here, take a look.

Well, looks all right to me.

It's gonna hold.

I told you I could make a good knot.

Yeah, I've seen a lot of good knots

that have slipped through at the last minute.

Got to be sure this time. Here, you try it on a second.

Come on, now, that ain't necessary.

Aw, quit. Just for a second... that's all.

There. That too tight?

No, it's okay.

I don't know, it looks all right to me.

Might just do the job. Get up on the horse for a minute.

- What? - Get up on the horse.

- Wait, is this some kind of joke, huh? - Go ahead. Go on.

Come on.

Now, hold that horse's head, and hold it tight.

Yeah. That's about right.

You look kind of guilty up there.

There we go.

Hey, come on, Costa, wha... what are you doing?

This has gone far enough.

Just set tight a minute.

I got to measure the blessed thing.

He's a little taller than you.

Should be all right.

What are you doing? What is this?

All right, Serpa,

you hate lawmen, don't you?

Well, I killed one, didn't I?

Yeah. And got caught doing it.

Well, Evans and Corwin and me hate 'em just as bad as you do,

and we're gonna get us one, too.

But we're sure not gonna get caught out at it.

What are you talking about?

We got it all figured out.

You're gonna be a big part of it, too.

So don't you worry about a thing.

Corwin, send him along.

- Hyah! Yee-haw! - Yo! Come on!

Rock-steady, now, Marshal.

If he opens his mouth, shoot him.

Evans, get out there and watch the trail.

They ought to be along any minute.

Now, then, Marshal,

I told Serpa we was gonna kill you...

but it ain't all that simple.

Plain shooting's too good for a... lawman.

We got something a little more interesting in store for you.

We're gonna disgrace you, Marshal...

and then let the law kill you.

Fellers like you have been...

pushing me and my partners over half this country,

so this is just evening up an old score.

Costa!

They're coming, five of 'em, just like we figured.

How far off?

A good distance yet.

Keep your eye on 'em.

Take the whiskey out of my saddlebag.

Up here, Marshal.

He went real easy, considerin'.

Get around behind the marshal, will you, Corwin?

Keep your gun right on him.

All right, now, Marshal...

watch this.

Well, that ought to hold him.

They're getting close!

Bring your horses down here!

- You get back. - Hurry it up, Costa.

I wouldn't want to get caught here.

Let's go, Costa.

Let's go!

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Who is he? He's wearing a badge.

This is Marshal Dillon from Dodge.

Marshal Dillon, huh?

You men dismount and bring the rifles.

Holden over there. Jones there.

Kelly, you here.

- Whiskey. - You can smell it all over him.

Okay, Marshal, up.

Who is that, Marshal?

- Tony Serpa? - That's right.

He shot the marshal's best friend.

He was sentenced to hang.

You was taking him to Hays City, wasn't you?

But you couldn't wait, is that it?

You had yourself a little party right here.

No, wait a minute.

Got so drunk, you passed out. And knowing you,

I'll bet you didn't even give poor Serpa a shot of it

before you strung him up.

- Now, hold on a minute, Sergeant. - Holden,

you and Jones cut that poor devil down.

- Now, listen to me... - Kelly, you stay here

- and keep him covered with your rifle. - Sergeant, listen to me.

The three men that hung him just rode out of here

a few minutes ago, after setting up this scene

and making it look like I did it and knocking me out.

They heard you people riding in.

- That's a mighty wild story, Marshal. - It's true.

Now, look, they couldn't have got far yet.

Let's get out and start after 'em.

Hold it, Marshal... I'm putting you under military arrest.

- Don't be a fool. - Shoot him if he makes a move,

- Kelly; that's an order. - Yes, sir.

Now, look, you're letting three murderers get away.

You're gonna answer for this.

I'm doing my duty as I see it, Marshal.

And as I see it, you are the murderer.

We're taking you back to Fort Dodge.

Without even going after those three men?

You're gonna have a lot to explain to the colonel

up in front of a court-martial.

Maybe he's got a point there, Sarge.

I didn't say we wasn't going lookin' for 'em!

I'm going myself, and I'll take Kelly with me.

I'll be back by morning.

Take off that gun belt.

You men camp here and get Serpa buried.

Here.

Your orders are to shoot him if he tries anything.

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He ain't in there.

Gone fishing?!

You oughtn't to be complainin'.

The sheriff ain't partial to strangers.

Well, I'm a stranger, all right.

- Like it here? - Well, I don't know yet.

Say, you haven't seen any other strangers

- riding in lately, have you? - Mm-hmm. Three.

One with a black hat; tall, mean-looking one;

and one with a squinty look. He's, uh...

Let's see, Costa, Dick Corwin and Evans.

All bad.

You don't miss much, do you?

My name's George. You don't have to tell me yours.

- Well, George, glad to know you. - Yeah.

The men you're interested in,

they generally hang out in the Crest Saloon.

Well, now, I didn't say I was interested in them, George.

Uh-huh.

Get a gun over there in the general store.

You're gonna have trouble getting one, though.

I am?

Uh-huh.

You're broke, ain't you?

Say, have I been traveling alone or you been with me?

Well, a man like me...

has got to have some talent, don't he? Huh?

George, you're all right.

I think I'll try that store anyway.

All right. I'll go with you.

I'll wait outside.

Good luck.

No luck, huh?

Oh, you were right, George.

- Which way is the stable? - Down that way.

Thanks.

How long since you've had anything to eat, friend?

Oh, it's been a while.

Big man like you needs fuel.

Whenever he can get it.

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Board's 50 cents a day, with grain payable in advance.

Mister, I was thinking of boarding him here

- with you permanently. - What?

He's a good horse; I'll sell him to you cheap.

You will, huh?

And you won't find a horse like him every day.

- Oh, I won't, huh? - Want to make me an offer?

No.

- What's wrong with him? - Nothing I can see.

Well?

He got no saddle, no bridle.

Mister, I'm selling you a horse, not a saddle and bridle.

Fella rides in here bareback, rope halter,

wants to sell a good horse, how do I know it's his horse?

Do I look like a horse thief?

No man sells his horse unless he's in big trouble, mister.

If it is his horse.

All right, so I stole him.

I'll still sell him to you cheap. $20.

Take your troubles someplace else, mister.

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Hey, friend. Over here.

Bring your horse. Follow me.

Come on.

Tie him off here. Nobody will see him back here.

It's better than out on the street, isn't it?

Yeah. This looks a lot better, George.

Guess you knew he wasn't gonna buy this horse off me,

- didn't you? - Oh, well, people in this town,

they're suspicious of strangers.

Here, these are hard-boiled. You eat 'em.

No, no, thanks, George.

A man offers you something to eat,

it ain't polite to refuse him.

All right, George, I'll tell you what.

I'll eat this one, you eat the other.

All right.

Come on, let's go over here, huh?

Mighty grateful to you.

I saved them out for... for hard times.

George, you're a remarkable man.

I'm a bum. Every dollar I get,

I spend on hard liquor.

I'm the most worthless fella you ever saw.

You've got troubles, haven't you?

Well, I got a problem or two, George.

Yeah. That's gonna take some thinking out, too.

That Costa and his friends,

they strike me as pretty rough men.

Uh, you got a plan?

George, I'm going to explain a few things to you,

and I could sure use an extra pair of eyes, if you're willing.

I ain't doing nothin' today.

Salt?

Hey, barkeep?

Give us another.

Go on, you get it.

Get it!

I never felt so good in all my life.

Aw... yeah, I'd give ten years

just to be there when them soldier boys find him.

Hey, Costa?

You don't reckon he could've talked his way out?

Aw, shoot.

You got no faith in the United States Cavalry, partner.

Not a chance.

Right now... they're back at Fort Dodge...

and the big old marshal is getting a taste

of what it's like behind bars.

Just like you told him.

As neat a piece of work as I've ever seen.

I feel kind of bad, though...

about old Serpa.

You know?

He didn't get to say good-bye nor nothin'.

Hello, Dave.

Oh, what'll it be, George?

A bottle of good rye?

I'd like that, Dave.

I only hope I'm here the day you can afford it.

I'll be proud to serve you.

Uh, how about a little credit, huh?

Well, you know what the boss man said...

No more credit. Sorry.

Hey, barkeep, what kind of place is this?

Where are the girls?

What in the world would you do with a woman?

You can't even stand up.

Look at him.

What are you grinning at? Huh?

Out! Out!

Out!

They're in there, Matt, all three of them.

What kind of shape are they in?

Well, their morals are plumb ugly.

I sure admire their drinking habits, though.

Yeah, well, if I had any money, I'd buy 'em a bottle myself.

The drunker they are, the better. Now, do you know

a couple of men around this town that could be counted on

- to give a stranger an even break? - I think so.

Can you get 'em down to the saloon?

Well, I can try. Now?

Now.

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Well, what are your plans, Sarge?

He's got to be here somewhere.

- All we got to do is flush him out. - How?

I'll take Kelly, and we'll go into these places

and look around and ask questions.

You keep an eye on the street

- with Holden and Jones. - Okay, Sarge.

If you see him, kill him.

What?

He's a prisoner trying to escape, ain't he?

Is that an order, Sarge?

It's an order.

Let's go, Kelly. We'll try the hotel first.

You know something?

I am getting tired of this town.

Well, what's the matter with you?

You got a roof over your head

and whiskey in your glass, ain't you?

Hey. There's your friend.

Uh, it seems to me that I told you to...

keep out of here.

Something bothering you, mister?

Yeah! Him!

He's with us.

- What's your pleasure? - Corwin.

Corwin!

Set down.

Set down.

Three beers.

I could've taken 'em.

Will you get it through your nut?

The last thing we need now is trouble.

All right, all right.

He ain't in here, Sergeant.

Shut up!

Shut up, everybody!

What's he doing here?

Listen to me!

I'm Sergeant Wilks of the United States Cavalry.

I'm here looking for an escaped prisoner.

A murderer.

Anybody who's seen him will remember him.

He's a big man,

about six and a half feet tall.

Barkeep.

Don't get yourself in a stew.

Sergeant didn't believe the marshal's story,

or he wouldn't be after him.

All we got to do is set tight till he catches him.

Nothing to worry about.

He's around here somewhere; we'll find him.

I wish you luck, Sergeant.

- Keep your ears open. - Oh, you bet your life.

Hold it right there!

Out the front way! Move!

Now, men, my name's Dillon.

I'm a United States Marshal from Dodge City.

You get moving or I'll kill you.

He says he's a U.S. Marshal, Sergeant.

He's my prisoner is what he is,

and it ain't none of your business.

No rum-dumb cavalry sergeant tells me what to do.

- I say let him talk. - I agree with him, Sergeant.

Why don't you let the man have his say.

All right, Dillon, talk.

But when you're through, I'm taking you in.

Go ahead, Dillon.

I was taking a prisoner to Hays City for execution.

These three men here jumped me.

What are you t...

I never saw you before in my life.

You ever see him before?

He's a liar!

The sergeant's right.

They hung my prisoner,

they hit me over the head

and left me for the patrol to find.

Stay put. I want to see what's going on in there.

All right.

That's the whole story.

What are you gonna do now, Sergeant?

I'm taking you in, like I said.

And letting Costa and his men go in front of all these witnesses?

Well, why shouldn't he let us go?

All he's got is your word for it.

- His word sounds good to me, Sergeant. - Me, too.

Lock 'em up, Sergeant, all of 'em.

The sheriff won't mind you using the jail.

We'll send a telegram

and find out if Dillon's a U.S. Marshal or not.

I've got some more men outside... You want to take us all on?

Too many witnesses, Sergeant.

The Army'd have your head, you use a fancy trick like that.

All right, all right!

But you ain't hardly out of this yet.

Corporal Miller, get the rest of the men in here.

I got your back!

Now, mister, you're gonna find out

what it's like to be on the other end of that rope.

Yeah.

Ah, very good, Corporal, very good.

Well, we'll be riding to town in about an hour, Marshal.

Well, good. Would you mind swinging by the camp?

- I want to pick up my saddle. - It's right on the way.

Then I want to ride into Fort Dodge with you, too.

- I got a report to make to the colonel. - Yes, sir.

Let's go.

I, uh... I seen the whole thing in there, Marshal.

You took an awful chance.

George, you know, I got a pocketful of money

and about an hour to kill in town here. Now, uh...

what do you say you and I belly up to this bar in here

and, uh... talk about old times or something, huh?

I'd like that.

Yes, sir, I surely would.

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