Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Let's go.

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There it is.

Come on.

Before I hang, I'm going to see you dead.

For killing my brother Billy.

Don't count on it, Craddock.

Let's go.

That way.

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It don't matter now, Marshal.

No, sir.

It don't matter no more.

That bad water...

is going to do what me and Billy couldn't.

We bought...

two tickets.

Y-You hear me, Dillon?

You're dead.

Whoa.

Marshal?

Got your insides cleaned out.

Got you looking a bit better.

I don't know how I could...

feel much worse and still be alive.

Well, you ain't out of the woods yet, Marshal.

Open up your mouth again.

What is that stuff?

This is chocolate milk.

That other was mustard and salt.

That's what made you sick.

You got to buck up, Marshal.

That's the kind of cooking we've had all the way up from Texas.

You look like you're starving, don't you?

We got to get all of this we can down you, Marshal.

We got rid of some of that there poison.

That's a little lick dab, gonna straighten you right out.

What about that other fella?

Well, we saw the irons on him.

We figured he was a pretty bad one.

He still alive?

He's over there moaning and groaning.

Oh, we ain't fooled with him.

We wasn't sure we'd get you to come around.

Well, I...

I'd sure appreciate it if you'd get some of that down him.

What?

Oh, sure.

Here, Cook'd give it a try here.

Houndog, Chick.

All right, Chick.

Come on over here, boys, we got...

to get this guy in here.

We got to get him to upchuck in here.

Come here.

Let's have that stuff.

I'm Virgil Powell, Tarrant County, Texas.

Cross R. Ranch.

Oh, howdy.

Matt Dillon's my name, out of Dodge City.

Dodge City?

- Yeah. - Wow.

I guess that's probably where you fellas are headed, isn't it?

- That's right. - Yeah.

Well, you ought to be the first bunch in there.

You-you ought to get a pretty good price for your beef.

I hope so. My boys have been through a lot.

They could sure use some... some bonus money.

Now, we took an awful chance starting out...

Houndog, get over here.

Here, here, open his mouth up.

I'll make him upchuck.

Up! There he goes.

Spin his head around again.

Here! One more time.

Come on, come on.

Starting out early like we done,

they sure deserve to have it pay off.

Maybe I better have a look at him.

No, no, Marshal, we'll take care of your prisoner.

Now, you just lay back there and you do as you're told.

There's only room for one boss on this trail,

and you're looking at him.

Hey, hey, Chick?

He gonna live?

Beats me.

I don't see how either one of them's made it this far.

Yeah, well, most wouldn't.

I ain't taking no bets on the likes of them two.

No, sir, I'm with you.

Hey, Bert, give me a plate, will you?

Yeah, coming up.

Oh, I declare, Matt,

if you ain't the stubbornest man.

Stubborn?

I've been riding that chuck wagon for three days.

You figure you're ready to set a horse?

To get Craddock there back to Dodge all by yourself?

I figure I'm gonna get back there a whole lot quicker

than you fellas are gonna get in with those cows, you know.

What's your hurry?

Don't you enjoy our company?

Oh, sure.

I think there's some mighty fine boys on this drive.

I just think they got kind of a hard-nosed trail boss.

Well, Matt, I'll tell you what,

tomorrow, you get a horse.

You cost us some time, though,

and I figure that you owe me about one good day's work

before you ride out of here.

You do, huh?

That's fact.

We'll just see how much ginger you got

before we turn you loose.

All right, you're on.

It's your move.

Right there.

Mm-hmm.

How's it going, Houndog?

I liked him better when he was too sick to talk.

Watching a rattlesnake.

Spitting, fussing all the time.

Well, why don't you get yourself a cup of coffee.

I'll sit with him for a spell.

Much obliged, partner.

Oh, make sure you get yourself back in there a bit.

I got some gear to patch up before we turn in.

I don't know if I can be all that quick.

What do you mean?

I got a lot of fresh air breathing to catch up on.

Get me a cup, Bert, will you?

Been three, four years, Carl.

Looks like your luck's just about run out.

Not yet, it ain't.

You been with this bunch all the time?

Mm-hmm.

All the way from Texas.

I been keeping out of your sight till I was sure

you knowed what you was doing.

I didn't want you yelling out nothing wrong by mistake.

My name is Ross now.

C.K. Ross.

Okay... Ross.

When do you get me out of here?

With the marshal and all these cowboys stomping around here?

That ain't very likely.

Maybe that marshal doesn't know who C.K. Ross really is, hmm?

Oh, no.

No, I don't think so.

You know those, uh, three years you didn't see me?

Me and the state of Texas is all squared up.

Me and Billy got $6,000 from the railroad.

When Dillon got close,

we stuck it away in a safe place.

Now half it's yours.

And I can take you there.

Half?

What about Billy?

Dillon killed him.

I'll see him dead for that, no matter what.

Killing him ain't no part of the $3,000.

You just get me loose, no matter how.

That's all you got to do, Mr. Ross.

That money's yours.

I'll take care of Dillon.

Hey, Bert, how about a fresh one?

You want some more?

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Well, I don't know if I'm going to let you go or not, Matt.

You think I might develop into a fair drover?

Oh, maybe after three or four trips.

You still feeling as feisty as you was?

Oh, I'm still in the saddle.

That's about the best I can say.

Well, it's getting close on to suppertime.

Let's get back to the herd.

Good.

How's the prisoner?

Hmm, he ain't changed none, Marshal,

if that's what you mean.

Still nastier than a bear's breath.

Well, I'll be taking him off your hands in the morning.

Hey, Dillon.

Long way yet 'tween here and Dodge.

Yeah.

If I get any trouble out of you,

you'll be going in belly down over a saddle.

How's the grub?

Ain't bad.

You like that stuff, don't you?

Marshal, would you like a little of this here?

Yes, sir.

Okay, Marshal, it's pretty good stuff here.

What about another shot of that salt water?

- Hey, Bert. - Mm-hmm?

Bring me a cup of coffee, will you?

You heard the man, Bert. Get him some coffee.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

How about spelling me for a while?

Well, fine.

If you want to wash the dishes for me,

scrub the pots, go on out and fetch some water,

chop a little wood for breakfast,

and peel a bunch of potatoes for about 25...

Never mind, never mind.

Yeah, never mind.

Well, let me tell you something.

There's going to be ice in Hades

the next time I hook up on one of these cattle drives.

- Bert? - What?

Take my plate back for me, will you?

Uh, Bert?

What?

Thanks a lot.

Matt, you ever feel like turning in that badge of yours,

I think you could make a right good ramrod.

Well, thanks, Virgil.

I think the work's too hard around here.

I figured I was gonna miss grub altogether out there

chasing those strays.

That's what I'm talking about.

You, uh, watch out for yourself tomorrow.

Oh, I'm fine now, thanks to you and your boys.

I get an early start in the morning,

I might make Dodge tomorrow night.

Yeah, well, you know, we'd be obliged for your company

the rest of the trip, now, you know that.

I'd like nothing better myself.

Shep, Lucky, this wind's going to change directly.

You better get out and start singing to 'em.

Yes, boss.

All righty, Virg.

Matt...

I can let you have Houndog.

You're short-handed as it is.

No, no, it makes good sense.

Why don't you take him along? He's a good man.

Well, thanks, Virgil, but I'll handle it alone.

With you two, it ain't just like a...

lawman and a prisoner.

I ain't never seen nobody like this Craddock.

When he was dying... you know, from that poison water?

Yeah.

All he thought about was killing you.

Yeah, I know it.

See, Virg, that's, uh...

that's why I want to do it alone.

No point in getting somebody else hurt.

It's a long ride tomorrow.

Oh, Cook, can you get me some coffee?

I hear you talking, boss.

Matt, how about a last game of checkers?

By golly, sounds good.

Hey, Ross, take a couple of boys and go out to the spring,

get us some fresh water.

- Come on, Chick, give me a hand. - All right.

Yeah, I'll just set her up right out here.

Houndog, we got to get the water skins.

- I got it. - I'll get them now.

Oh, all right.

C.K., hold on.

- Oh, yeah. - Whew.

Boy, it'd be good to have a bath in a tub

instead of that water bag, huh, Houndog?

Ooh man, come Dodge, we'll have it.

We're pulling out tomorrow.

You don't need $3,000 no more, huh?

It's tempting, no denying that.

He gets a rope around my neck, that money rots.

Look, um,

it's going to be a time before they hang you.

We're gonna follow you to Dodge in a few days.

Maybe I can fix something to happen then.

$3,000, Ross.

It's a lot of money.

Hey, you know, a fella told me there's a place in Dodge

with a lot of pretty girls,

they'll sit down and talk to a cowboy.

They'll do what?

Talk to a cowboy.

Hey, Ross, hurry up with those bags.

Here you are, Chick.

There we go.

- Oh, he's a raunch, ain't he? - Yeah.

Ross, wait till you hear what's in Dodge.

What?

Houndog says there's a place in Dodge

where a woman will sit down and actually talk to a man.

Hey, go on, get out of here.

Get, get!

That's what the man said.

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Get up there.

You know, you're pretty lucky, Matt.

This could have been an awful lot worse.

I'm going to have to take those stitches out in a few days,

and you're not gonna like that much, I'll tell you that.

Oh, I believe that all right, after the way you put 'em in.

Now, I'll tell you, though, nothing could hurt me any worse

than that cow outfit did out there.

You didn't finish telling me about that.

What was it they give you?

Oh, chalk and milk, salt, mustard,

anything else they could think of.

They sure hit on all the right things, all right.

No finer emetic than mustard and warm water,

and then following it with chalk and milk,

that was just fine.

Yeah, I want you to meet 'em when they get to town, Doc.

Yeah, I'd like to, especially that fella Virgil.

Anybody who can get you to punch cows for a couple of days,

I'd like to shake his hand.

I figured you'd have something to say about that.

Doc?

I was just fixing to go over to...

Well, that's just pure oldie amazing, ain't it, Doc?

What's the matter with you?

How much this here feller looks like old Matthew.

Say, feller, did anybody ever tell you

that you got a great family resemblance

to the marshal of our town?

I've had one or two tell me that, yeah.

Ain't you noticed that, Doc?

Yeah.

Were you born in a barn?

Matthew, I ain't saw no prettier sight

since my Aunt Tanzy's fourth husband, Uncle Lutey,

come home after ten years

of being stolt by a band of Picky Bar River pirates,

and I mean that.

Festus, I'll tell you, it's good to be back.

You'd ought to have waited till I could have went with you.

I come in just the same time as you left town.

Well, I know it. I wish I could have,

but soon as I got word from Leavenworth,

you know, I had to get right out there to that Craddock.

Now, uh, what was all this you were talking about?

These pirates and your Uncle Lutey or...

- something like that? - Oh, yeah.

Well, Uncle Lutey had hisself a little farm

right down on the banks of the Picky Bar River.

And he had hisself a little pen of shoats.

And what he was doing, see, he took some slop down,

and he was just pouring this slop in the trough

for these here shoats and...

Oh, for heaven's sake.

♪ Oh, Susanna... ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ Goin' to Louisiana, my true love for to see ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna ♪

♪ Oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

♪ Susanna, don't you cry ♪

Yee-haw! Yee-haw!

♪ Oh, Susanna ♪

♪ Oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ It rained so hard the day I left ♪

♪ The weather it was dry ♪

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

♪ Susanna, don't you cry ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna ♪

♪ Oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

Yee-haw!

Yeah!

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ Goin' to Louisiana, my true love for to see ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee... ♪

Yahoo!

Yee-haw!

Oh, that ought to hold them sage brushes

till the middle of next winter.

You know, Festus, I haven't seen

anything like that in a long time.

My foot, you haven't never saw nothing like that!

Well, I don't want to see any more of it,

with your spurs flailing around out there like that.

You could kill people!

I haven't never hurt nobody yet.

That's mine.

All right, you stingy old scudder.

- Get your own. - I will.

- Beer. - Golly, Matt.

Much obliged.

You know, it's a good thing Kitty's not here to see this.

This place will likely be a shambles in the morning.

Well, I held out half pay on my boys, Doc.

See, Matt and I are gonna tally up

all the damages all over town, then I'll just settle up.

Well, that sounds fair enough to me, don't it, Matt?

Well, it does, except they're all liable to go home broke.

Well, they always have.

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

Oh, Susanna... ♪

Hey!

Hey, pretty boy!

Deputy!

All right.

What is it now?

Ain't had no food.

I'm sick.

You'll get your supper.

We drunk bad water.

The marshal told you that.

I ain't seen a doc.

My belly's on fire.

Well, the marshal will bring your supper over pretty soon.

Don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee ♪

♪ It rained so hard the day I left ♪

♪ The weather it was dry ♪

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

♪ Susanna, don't you cry ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me... ♪

Here.

I could use another one.

♪ It rained so hard the day I left ♪

♪ The weather it was dry ♪

♪ The sun so hot I froze to death ♪

♪ Susanna, don't you cry ♪

♪ Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me ♪

♪ I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee... ♪

Keys.

You're going to die, Deputy, if I don't get those keys.

No!

Come on, boy.

Reach your foot out. Give me the gun!

- No! No! - Give me the gun!

They can only hang me once, boy.

I'll kill you, kid. Right now, right now!

They can only hang me once, kid.

You're gonna die, boy.

Oh!

Oh!

Come on.

I'll kill you.

I'm gonna kill you, Dillon.

You better use that gun right now.

I don't have to, mister.

You got a rope waiting for you.

Yeah? Well, you'll be dead before Sunday, Dillon.

You'll be dead!

Kill me now!

Now, the marshal ain't got time for this foolishness.

Virg, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to take their guns.

Well, I was hoping you wouldn't have to do that, Marshal.

The boys being a long sight from Texas,

being stripped of their guns,

they ain't gonna feel just right.

Well, I can understand that,

but I'm not gonna feel right till I get rid of that hardware.

Well, you sure got a point there.

I'll try and quiet them down for you.

Hey!

Quiet down!

Now... now, listen to me, you.

The marshal has an announcement he wants to make.

Now, boys, I want you all to have a good time,

but I don't want anybody getting hurt.

I want to collect the guns.

No way! -Now, listen here...

I'm leading off!

Marshal, here's my gun.

I want you boys to do likewise.

Ed, Cook, -

you get over here and get them guns.

Come on, Virg.

We weren't harming nobody.

All right, boys.

Take 'em on over to the office.

Over in the office. This way.

- Go ahead. - Right, Ed.

Well... thanks a lot, Virg.

Well, I wasn't figuring on shooting nobody myself no ways.

- Well, it quieted down, anyway. - Yeah.

Oh, Marshal, Marshal,

you-you got to come over to the store right away.

- What's the trouble? - Them drovers, that's what.

Drunk, staggering around, breaking things.

Matt, I'll, uh, take care of this.

Uh, sir, you just give me the bill,

I'll be glad to pay for everything.

You got to do something, Marshal.

Man can't have 'em crashing around his place of business.

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Titus, I can put your place off limits,

if you want to.

Well...

if they come in to buy, that's all right, but...

Uh-huh. In other words, you want their business,

but you, uh, want 'em to hand over their money

nice and quiet, huh?

You got to make 'em

behave themselves, Marshal, that's all.

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Titus, I'm afraid it's not that easy.

These men have been out on a long trail drive,

and they're in town to have some fun.

I don't blame 'em.

Now, you're either gonna have to go along with 'em

or else I'll just keep 'em away from your place altogether.

Well, tomorrow...

They ought to be sobered up tomorrow.

I'll just have to close down for tonight.

I don't mind a man having himself a good time.

It's just...

Not right to keep 'em out altogether, I don't suppose.

Good night. Good night.

♪ Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight ♪

♪ Come out tonight, come out... ♪

♪ Sit by my side ♪

♪ If you love me ♪

♪ Do not hasten ♪

♪ To bid me adieu ♪

♪ Just remember ♪

♪ The Red River Valley ♪

♪ And the cowboy ♪

♪ Who loved you ♪

♪ So true ♪

From this valley ♪

♪ They say you are leaving... ♪

Come on, come on.

Get it and get out of there.

- Oh... - Oh!

- Come on, boy. - It's dark. I can't see.

That's it.

Hey, let's go. On the table.

I got it!

For the prettiest little gal in the Long Branch.

Come on, let's get out of here!

What's going on there?

- Come on, Chick! - Put your hands up, there!

Ooh! Ooh, boy!

- Oh, my arm, my arm. - What...?

You just stay right there, now.

Just hold on, mister. You crazy or something?

We don't have no guns.

Give me that, here, Mr. Titus.

What in the tarnation you doing?

Marshal, they broke into my store.

- We didn't break into no place. - Virg, he shot Chick down

- in cold blood. - Shut up, you two.

He killed Chick, Marshal... Shot him down like a dog.

Did you break into his store?

Marshal, I was asleep. They broke my front window

and near scared me out of my mind.

Well, he's a liar. He shot poor Chick.

He didn't mean no hurt.

Chick didn't even have no gun, Marshal.

Look, they broke into my store.

He fell through the window, Marshal.

Chick wanted that pretty red bonnet for his gal.

And we didn't mean no harm.

Doc, how bad is he?

It's not too bad, Matt.

I want to see him up in the office.

I didn't mean to shoot nobody.

All right, get him up.

Come on here, old...

- Come on, you. - Hey, pretty!

Ain't that the prettiest little red bonnet

you've ever seen?

Falling through a store window...

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Come on.

Wait, hold on. I want to talk to you two here.

Lucky, Houndog, you take him over to the doc's office.

Come on, Lucky.

Festus, take those two over and lock 'em up for the night.

- All right. Come on. - We didn't do anything, Marshal.

- He fell... -Never mind. - There's a couple of them

crazy cowboys over at Boss Billiards trading punches

like Sunday'll never come.

I tried to stop 'em, but they just kept on trading.

They're crazy, I tell you.

You know what, Marshal? They ain't even mad.

All right.

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Hey, Virg.

Yeah?

It just don't seem right.

I mean, Shep and Bert didn't do nothing.

Well, it won't hurt 'em none to sleep it off in jail.

Now, before this night's over, I just might

have you all locked up.

Come on, boys, let's get back.

And behave yourselves.

Never mind, never mind.

- Just go on in, just go in. - All right, take it easy,

- take it easy. - Come on.

Now, do we look like a couple of gentlemen

that belong in a place like this?

Wait a minute, I don't want to go in here.

Just get in there.

You flabberjaws just hush up and go to sleep now.

Tell you this, Thad, we ain't gonna get

- a lick of sleep tonight. - That's what it looks like.

Hey, pretty boy.

How many lawmen you got in this town?

You got more silver stars than you got people, right?

Whoa!

Now, you just hush up

or I'll get on you like stink on a skunk,

and I mean it.

Okay, pretty boy.

Don't "pretty boy" me.

Honking and a-bellowing and a-hoo-hawing around.

I'll just... Thad?

No, thanks, Festus.

Yeah, no, thanks.

I'd have had me a cup of coffee

if you hadn't have went and let the pot go dry.

I mean, golly Bill, Thad, a man's got to have...

Thad, Festus, Marshal Dillon asked me to spell you.

Well, thank you, that's...

- Thank you very much. - All I'm asking for

is a little cup of coffee.

Of all the times that I have came to this jailhouse,

this is the first time I have ever saw this pot go dry.

- Festus? - Imagine a feller

just settin' here letting the pot dry up like that.

Why, all anybody needs is a tin of coffee grounds,

a squirt of water and a little dab of...

I don't know what the young'uns is coming to these days.

- Poor old Bert. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

Bet it's drier than a bone over in that there prison.

Poor old Bert. Poor old Shep.

- Hey, poor old Chick, too. - Yeah, that's right.

You know... know, we ought to do something for 'em.

Now, you... now, old Bert, he'd do it for us, right?

Yeah. -That's right.

Sure. -They'll be all right.

They're gonna let 'em out tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yeah, well, what about tonight?

Yeah. -Yeah.

All I mean... All we ought to do...

all I mean is we ought to take 'em a bucket of beer.

- That's all I mean. - Yeah. -Yeah. -Right, right.

- That's a fact. - Shh.

Now, listen, listen, we'll-we'll do it ourselves.

- Right. - Now, there ain't... there ain't no reason

- to get the marshal and Virg all riled up. - That's right.

- Right. -Right. - Barkeep.

Barkeep, bring us a bucket of beer.

Many buckets. Many buckets.

Here... here we go, put her in there, put her right in there.

♪ But remember ♪

♪ The Red River Valley ♪

♪ And the cowboy who loved you so true. ♪

Hold up now, here, just hold up now.

We've got some beer for poor old Bert

- and poor old Shep. - You can't take 'em any beer.

They've had enough already.

Oh, but they... we-we're their buddies, right?

Set it right here. Set it down right here.

I'll take it in to 'em after a while.

Oh, no.

Hello, boys!

Hey, now.

Now, you fellas just gonna have to...

Now, you just cut out that shouting...

Oh!

Hey, get us out of here!

Come hold this door.

Come on out of there!

I bet you's thought we weren't a-coming to get you.

Yeah, well, I'm gonna kiss me the prettiest little gal

at the Long Branch.

Shh, shh, wait a minute, wait a... wait a minute, shh.

Now... now, I hear... I hear that south of town

they got some real women down there.

They do! -Hey, real women!

And I hear they're waiting for some real men to come by.

Well, that's me!

Wait a minute, now.

Then let's go have us a look.

Come on, come on, move it on out of here.

Come on, boys, don't stop in here.

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Ross. Ross.

Open up. Good boy.

Come on, come on, come on. Come on, old...

Now, look, Craddock, I got the horses.

- How far to that money? - You'll see.

Look, I want that money, Craddock.

You'll get it. Two days.

Look, Craddock...

- What are you doing now? - I'm after Dillon.

Look... Are you crazy?

You think I went through all this

just so you could go after Dillon?

Listen!

You want the money, you stay with me.

Or else you can whistle on out.

Talk about too much talkin'.

- All right, where is he? - Anybody seen Ross?

I'll bet them ladies is at the north end of town.

There ain't nothing at the south end of town but a bunch of...

Matt. Bert, Shep, come here.

How'd you men get out of jail?

- I-I don't know, Marshal. - We're just looking for Ross.

Festus, keep an eye on those two.

Come on. Come on.

- Come on. - Whoa, whoa.

♪ Buffalo gals, won't you come out tonight... ♪

There he is.

Dillon!

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Hold it.

Hyah!

Get Doc Adams quick.

Easy, now. Virg.

Who was it? Who was it?

Now, you just rest back easy.

Doc Adams is gonna be here in a minute.

Who was it? Who let 'em out?

It was Ross.

C.K.?

My boys are good boys.

Matt...

I'm dying.

He's dead, ain't he, Marshal?

Yeah.

We... we didn't mean nothing by it, Marshal.

We was... just funnin'.

We didn't mean nothing.

We just let our buddies out of jail.

That's right.

He ain't dead.

You just can't kill old Virg.

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