JAG s05e13 Episode Script

Colonel Vickers, has the court determined a verdict? - We have, Your Honour.
- Will the accused please rise? Corporal Caleb Farmer, having been found guilty of the premeditated murders of Captain Darrin Pfeiffer, Lieutenant Cory Ware, and Lance Corporal Jesse Gonsalves, this court-martial sentences you to be put to death.
Does the name Corporal Caleb Farmer mean anything to either of you? - Not to me, sir.
- It vaguely rings a bell, sir.
Thirteen years ago, Corporal Farmer opened fire on his fellow Marines on an exercise field.
Killed three, wounded seven.
Right.
He was sentenced to death, wasn't he, sir? He was.
He's been sitting on death row in Leavenworth since 1989, - filing appeals.
- Too bad.
I take it you're in favour of the death penalty, colonel? For certain crimes, like slaughtering Marines.
And you, commander? Australia has no death penalty, sir.
But I agree with the colonel.
For some crimes, it's the only fit punishment.
Corporal Farmer's appeal has reached its final level, the Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces.
I don't believe either one of you have ever argued before that court.
Correct, sir, but I'm prepared to.
As I am too, sir.
Good.
Good.
Colonel, I'm assigning you the Farmer appeal.
And I am confident that your enthusiasm for capital punishment will not stop you from defending your client zealously.
My client? If I may, admiral, I would much rather represent the government.
Commander Brumby's representing the government.
Sir, Australia doesn't even have the death penalty.
Well, we do.
And he's here.
That'll be all.
- Yes, sir.
- Aye, sir.
Come on, Mac, it's not that bad.
It's just a job.
If I win, a monster gets to keep on living.
Then don't worry.
You won't win.
Bud, I need the Witman plea.
Yes, sir, it's right on my desk.
I'll go get it for you.
Oh, and by the way, I was right about U.
S.
V.
Ravner.
Apparently, the case law says that-- I'm not here.
Sir? - Bud.
- Ms.
Peterson.
Look, I only have a minute.
I can't double-park outside.
Are we at war or something? Well, not that I know of.
Tell Chegwidden that I'm almost done editing that recruiting commercial.
I need that aerial footage he said he'd get.
Double time.
I'm renting the editing suite by the hour.
Admiral Chegwidden, aerial footage.
Is Rabb here? I don't think so.
Well, I need him for looping.
His line readings are a mess.
Commander Rabb, line readings.
No, no, no.
Looping.
It's like talking.
It's something civilians do.
And tell Tiner to stop paging me.
No, I cannot introduce him to an agent.
The last president to sign an execution order was Eisenhower.
Hi.
Are you in the Navy too? Marine Corps.
Too bad.
I could have used you for balance.
Well, have your people call my people.
Commander Brumby, Royal Australian Navy.
Wrong market.
Colonel.
What's this? Thank you, petty officer.
The Farmer files.
Admiral asked me to gather these for you.
- Oh, careful, gunny.
- Yes, ma'am.
Gunny, is there something you'd like to share with me? I was stationed at Camp Pendleton in '86, ma'am.
Sergeant Kryler was a-- Is a friend of mine.
- Sergeant Kryler? - One of the men your client shot.
He left him quadriplegic.
I'm sorry, gunny.
Did you know Corporal Farmer? I knew of him.
He worked in the armoury.
A real loser.
With all due respect, colonel, I hope you lose your appeal.
Either way, you do at least understand the need for Corporal Farmer to have a strong advocate in court.
No, I don't, ma'am.
I think he should just fry in hell.
The sooner the better.
Thank you for your candour, gunny.
That will be all.
Aye, ma'am.
Looked over the Farmer files yet? No, I just got them.
They'll have to wait till I get back.
Oh, where are you going? Leavenworth.
I've decided to go see him.
Oh, you want some company? How would it look if the defence counsel showed up to visit with the prosecutor along to hold her hand? Sounds fine to me.
Especially the hand-holding part.
Master Sergeant Lochsig reporting with the prisoner, ma'am.
I'm Lieutenant Colonel Sarah MacKenzie.
I'll be representing you with the appeal.
- Could you unchain him? - Sorry, ma'am.
All prisoners on death row remain manacled during visits.
As I'm sure you know, colonel.
But I appreciate the gesture.
Have a seat.
I'll be right outside the door, ma'am.
So, Colonel Sarah MacKenzie, why are you here? It's colonel, or Colonel MacKenzie, or ma'am.
And I already told you why I'm here.
I'm representing you at your appeal.
You could have just looked at the transcripts, ma'am.
You wanted to see the Marine killer yourself? See if I was worth the effort? Are you? I took three lives.
That was wrong of me.
No excuses? Well, I could say they made my life miserable, I asked for help and I got none, they drove me to drink and I lost my mind.
But, no, there's no excuse for what I did.
Then why the appeal? - Because I don't want to die.
- Neither did your victims.
I like your hostility, colonel.
It's honest.
Will you help me? I've been ordered to help you.
And you always follow orders, don't you, ma'am? It's an honour and a privilege to serve.
There.
You see the problem? No.
Well, you need to be stronger.
A little vibrato in your voice.
Give me Patton.
And remember, you go on the imaginary fourth beep, okay? Harry, roll it.
One-thirty-one-apple, take two.
It's an honour and a privilege to serve.
Good.
Good.
But, you know, I'm not sure about the line.
Try, "It's an honour and a pleasure to serve.
" I think we need to emphasise the positive.
But I say "privilege" up there.
Yeah, well, you can match it.
Privilege.
Pleasure.
Ma'am, it is a privilege to serve.
It's not a pleasure.
It's It can occasionally be a pleasure, but "privilege" is correct.
This is a very odd way to make a living.
And being in the Navy isn't? No.
Being in the Navy is an honour and a privilege.
And sometimes a pleasure.
- I'll try it.
- Okay.
Let's just try one.
Harry? Evening, Bud.
Colonel, how was your trip? I don't know.
Did you get to meet Farmer? Oh, yes.
What was he like, ma'am? Smaller than I expected.
But did he seem like, I don't know? Worth saving? Like a murderer? He reminded me of a broken-down, one-eyed alley cat who used to live on our street.
A bird killer.
You know, you loathed him and felt sorry for him at the same time.
You should go home, ma'am.
I know, Bud.
Soon.
Good night.
Good night, ma'am.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You busy? - No.
Was just kicking around, listening to music, you know.
Come on in.
Do you want some tea? Oh, sure.
So how was Leavenworth? Gruesome.
I mean, suppose you discovered that original defence counsel failed to exploit mitigating factors in a capital case? What were the mitigating factors? Intoxication at the time of the crime.
Repeated denial of psychiatric care.
Harassment by other Marines.
What was counsel's defence? The defendant's previous good conduct.
You know, a lot of lawyers in the '80s felt that was the way to go with capital cases.
So where's the problem, anyway? I mean, you fry the guy's legal smarts in court, hope you dent at least one judge's sensibilities, win the appeal.
- All in a day's work.
- Fry the guy? Yeah.
The original counsel.
We know the other counsel? Commander A.
J.
Chegwidden.
Enter.
Good afternoon, admiral.
Colonel, did we have a meeting scheduled? No, sir.
I thought you might wanna take a look at this.
It's my appellate brief, sir.
Well, I thought you'd wanna review it before I filed it.
And I would wanna do that because? Because I'm arguing inadequacy of defence counsel as the basis for my appeal, sir.
Well, if that's what you think is best for your client.
Admiral, you must have known that this could happen when you assigned me the case.
Colonel, have you reviewed all the case records thoroughly? - Of course.
- Have you examined - alternative grounds for appeal? - Yes, sir.
Have you found a ground stronger than the one you've chosen? No, sir.
Then submit your brief in court, counsellor.
Aye, aye, sir.
Corporal Caleb Farmer was effectively denied his Sixth Amendment right to counsel, because his defence attorney failed to exploit certain mitigating factors during the course of the defendant's trial for murder.
Counsel's errors were so grievous that the defendant was deprived-- Colonel MacKenzie, are you implying that Admiral A.
J.
Chegwidden, the Navy's judge advocate general, was incompetent? Inadequate counsel in one instance does not make an attorney incompetent per se, Your Honour.
But the fact remains.
Then-Commander Chegwidden failed to emphasise mitigating factors that might have led to a different verdict or a less severe sentence.
Like what? "I didn't mean it? I was drunk?" Mitigating circumstances are not excuses for behaviour, Your Honour.
But the defence counsel should have argued that alcohol impairs judgement and impulse control.
Furthermore, Corporal Farmer sought psychiatric help, a request that was repeatedly denied.
Wouldn't that have given strong evidence that the defendant was aware of the wrongfulness of his act? Possibly.
It might also have shown that Corporal Farmer sought to prevent his act.
There can be no justification for Corporal Farmer's actions.
But there is room for understanding and compassion if all the facts are known.
Commander Chegwidden failed to present the crime in its appropriate context.
That is an error so egregious that it warrants a new trial.
Emphasising the defendant's drinking and mental-health problems may very well have strengthened the case against the defendant.
Commander Chegwidden was correct in emphasising instead Corporal Farmer's exemplary military record.
Obviously, that argument didn't sway the members of the court.
That points more to the heinous nature of the crime than the incompetence of counsel.
Come on, commander.
There have been plenty of heinous crimes committed where defence counsel successfully argued mitigating circumstances.
The Menendez brothers and alleged parental abuse.
Dan White and the Twinkie defence.
May I remind the court, those are all civilian trials.
A military court is less easily swayed.
And may I remind you, commander, we're all civilian judges here.
Yes, Your Honour.
But no amount of mitigation can withstand the sheer horror of this crime.
Let justice be done.
Let the verdict and the sentence stand.
This hearing is adjourned.
Hold the door, please? Thank you, sir.
Oh, it was brutal.
I thought you said he didn't say anything.
Exactly.
Oh, maybe I should just go home and drown my sorrows in a vintage mineral water.
Do you have plans for dinner? Can't.
Okay.
No problem.
Blimey, that was brutal.
Keep replaying the hearing in my head, wondering if I said the right things.
- I felt like a babbling idiot.
- I was the idiot.
- I don't think so.
- See who babbles better over dinner? - Tonight? - No worries if you can't make it.
I can.
Orsatti's, 8:30? I'll pick you up.
I'll meet you there.
Lieutenant Colonel MacKenzie.
Yes, I'll accept the charges.
How did it go, colonel? It's hard to say.
Well, what's your gut feel? I won some points, the other side won some points.
You won some points, ma'am? I'll call you as soon as I hear something.
- When are you coming to see me? - I don't know.
I'll call you as soon as I hear something.
Here you go, sir.
Thank you very much.
When did I become his guardian angel? Who else does he have, Mac? He's a convicted murderer, Mic.
Not my brother.
- So, what are you angry about? - Because now I know him.
He has a face, a voice.
- Am I boring you? - Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that the woman who shot the commercial? Thank you.
Renee Peterson.
Bitch director from hell.
- Am I being too catty? - Yeah, but don't stop.
She cleans up well.
Is she alone? Waiting for someone.
I cannot imagine the kind of guy who would go out with her.
He'd have to be a whipped mama's boy who loves being dominated.
- You think so? - Yeah.
Or a pot-bellied sugar daddy who promised to finance her big movie.
- No, I don't know.
- You're right.
You're right.
A mindless trophy boy toy.
- Getting warmer.
- Let me know when he gets here.
He's here.
- Hi.
- Hey.
How long you been seeing her? - How long you been seeing Brumby? - I'm not seeing him.
- What did you do after dinner? - What did you do? - Attention on deck.
- As you were.
I'm sure you're all aware of the Australian role in the peacekeeping mission in East Timor.
With that in mind, I just received word from the Royal Australian Navy.
They are recalling Commander Brumby.
All hands on deck.
- Colonel, this will impact you most.
- Sir? I'm transferring Brumby's caseload to you.
Take some.
Distribute the rest among the staff.
Aye, aye, sir.
I'll be happy to take some of those cases.
She'd be happy to take all the cases.
I mean, I admire your enthusiasm, lieutenant.
I'm sure you'll all join me in wishing Commander Brumby well.
Enter.
Excuse me, admiral.
This just arrived from the Court of Appeals, sir.
Thanks, Tiner.
- Don't you want to look at it first, sir? - Go ahead.
The court has upheld the guilty verdict.
But they've granted a new sentencing hearing on the basis of inadequate counsel.
"Court of Appeals for the Armed Forces concludes that the failure of defence counsel to submit relevant mitigating circumstances deprived the defendant of the effective assistance of counsel.
" Congratulations, colonel.
It seems your appeal strategy was well chosen.
I take no satisfaction in my victory, sir.
Why not? You did an excellent job.
A man on death row may get off because of it.
At the expense of the admiral's reputation.
Just a minute.
Lock it up, Marine.
You sure the hell did not join this office to protect my damn reputation.
Is that clear? Yes, sir.
At ease.
Enter.
- Sir.
- Commander Rabb.
The colonel was just accepting my congratulations on an outstanding job on the Farmer appeal.
Oh, well, may I add my congratulations, sir? Colonel.
In fact, you did so well, you'll continue representing Corporal Farmer during his new sentencing hearing.
Sir, I really don't think I'm the best person for the job.
On the contrary, since Brumby's leaving, you'll be representing the government.
You've never argued a capital case before, is that correct? - No, sir.
- Do you have a problem with that? No, sir.
What do we gain by executing him? For one thing, we act in accordance with the law.
The law allows a sentence of life in prison.
You can make that deal.
Mac, he committed the murders prior to '97.
He's eligible for parole after ten years' imprisonment.
That's now.
You don't think a parole board would ever release him.
- Probably not.
- Well, then, why kill him? That's a question you might wanna ask the victims' families.
Harm.
Mac, it is not up to us to decide if he lives or dies anyway.
That's what juries are for.
Agent Matlovich, how long after Caleb Farmer shot and killed three fellow Marines did you apprehend him? Well, we got there about 30 minutes after the shooting began.
An armed detachment of Marines had secured the area and was about to move in when we arrived.
What was he doing at the time, sir? He was just sitting there, drinking from a bottle of bourbon and crying.
What kind of weaponry did he have? He had a sniper rifle with a telescopic sight and an M-16.
The spent casings indicated he'd fired about 50 rounds.
And what did this suggest to you? Premeditation.
And the desire to inflict as much bodily harm as possible.
Objection.
Speculation.
Defendant's intent to inflict harm has been well established.
- Overruled.
- Nothing further.
Did you find anything else in Caleb Farmer's car? An empty bottle of bourbon.
And what was the defendant's blood alcohol level when you took him into custody? Point-one-four percent.
- Making him legally intoxicated? - Yes, ma'am.
To the point where his judgement was impaired and impulse control inhibited? Objection.
The witness is not an expert on the effects of alcohol.
The witness is an experienced NCIS officer who's investigated many crimes involving alcohol.
I'll allow it.
Can that much alcohol impair judgement and inhibit impulse control? - It can.
- Thank you.
Redirect? Agent Matlovich, seven Marines were wounded by M-16 fire.
There were three fatalities due to a sniper rifle.
Is it possible to fire a rifle with the expertise that Caleb Farmer demonstrated if he were intoxicated to the point where his faculties were impaired? Objection.
The witness has no basis upon which to render that judgement.
The witness is an experienced NCIS officer, having investigated many crimes involving alcohol, Your Honour.
I'll allow the question.
Overruled.
If he were that drunk, sir, I don't think he could hit his targets as well.
So one explanation for the deadly accuracy that Mr.
Farmer demonstrated is that he drank after the ambush while he was waiting to be apprehended.
That's feasible.
Yes.
Thank you.
No further questions.
No re-cross, Your Honour.
The government calls Alex Kryler to the stand, sir.
Do you swear the evidence you give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God? I do.
Thank you for coming today, Mr.
Kryler.
I know this must be difficult for you.
I wanted to come.
Will you recount for us, please, Mr.
Kryler, the events which took place the morning of September 22nd, 1986, which led to your being paralysed? I was a staff sergeant with the 26th Marine Expeditionary Unit stationed at Camp Pendleton.
We were on the exercise field when the shooting began.
Sniper fire was coming from a ridge above the P.
T.
Field.
Captain Pfeiffer ran toward the ridge.
I followed.
Clear.
Right there.
The captain was about 50 feet away from the sniper when he went down.
I was crawling toward the captain to pull him out of the line of fire when I saw the shooter.
He knew who I was.
He looked me right in the eye.
Then he fired.
Is the man who fired the shots in this courtroom? Him.
Let the record reflect the witness has indicated Caleb Farmer, the defendant.
No further questions.
What nickname did your unit have for the defendant? Barney Fife.
And why did you call him that? Because he acted like he was a badass Marine.
Talking about how he wanted to go to Lebanon and kick butt.
He was a cartoon.
Everyone thought so.
Were you present when the defendant's boots were stuffed with dog faeces during an overnight mission? I knew about it.
How about when his sleeping bag was set on fire? We wanted him out of the Marine Corps.
He didn't belong.
The guys tormented him, didn't they? Torment? You have no idea what torment is, colonel.
You hear me? You miserable excuse for a human being.
They should have ejected you years ago.
- Mr.
Kryler.
- Look what you did, son of a bitch.
Mr.
Kryler! Look at me, you sicko.
Are you satisfied? I'm sorry.
You're sorry? Then die.
They're gonna kill me, aren't they? We need a witness to speak for you.
- There's nobody, ma'am.
- There's gotta be someone.
A parent, a relative, a friend.
Someone that you did a favour for.
Someone to say that you were kind to dogs, all right? Help me out here, Caleb.
Nobody.
Would you do something for me, colonel? What? Would you be there when they do it? If you want me to, I'll be there.
In 1986, I was a counsellor assigned to the Family Service Center at Pendleton.
Did you counsel Caleb Farmer? Yes, sir.
Five times during the spring and summer of '86.
He was upset about the treatment he was receiving from the Marines in his unit.
Did he tell you that he planned to kill the Marines who were bothering him? - He did.
- You didn't take him seriously.
No.
He was angry.
But he seemed rational.
I figured he was venting.
So when he actually carried out his threat, did he understand the wrongfulness of his act? Yes, I believe he did.
Thank you.
Nothing further.
Your witness.
Mr.
Messers, do you have a medical degree? No.
I have a master's in social work.
So on the basis of this training, you decided that Caleb Farmer was sane and rational? Well, he was depressed and had anxieties, but he wasn't insane.
What did you prescribe for his depression and anxiety? I suggested anger-management techniques.
In fact, didn't you suggest that he pretend he was a duck and let the teasing roll off his back like water? It's a proven technique.
Did Caleb Farmer ask you to refer him to a psychiatrist? Well, he did.
But if I had referred him, it would have gone in his permanent record and his military career would have been over.
Would you please read this report prepared by a Navy psychologist after Farmer's arrest? Just the highlighted portion, please.
"Subject possesses a marked personality disorder with paranoid tendencies.
" He asked you for help, and you told him to pretend he was a duck.
It's nice to know that you were concerned about his military career.
No further questions.
To a safe journey.
Cheers.
I'm glad you came tonight.
Well, I'm glad you invited me.
I only had 72 hours left to figure out how I was gonna get you alone.
Do you think you'll come back to the States? I certainly hope so.
You Yanks are an entertaining lot.
- Do you want me to come back? - Of course.
No, Mac.
I mean, do you want me to come back to you? Mic, why do you keep after me? Because you haven't told me to stop.
Have you? I can't.
I mean, you're going back to Australia.
It's your dream come true, isn't it? No danger of commitment.
Isn't that what you were afraid of? Is that what I said? It's not what you meant.
Look, I'm just not in a good place right now.
I mean, this trial, and I've got a man's life in my hands.
Two men's lives.
Hello? This is Colonel MacKenzie.
What? When? Yeah, right.
Farmer tried to kill himself.
They should have just let me die.
Well, if that's what you want, no need to gouge your wrist with a sharpened spoon.
- Government will be happy to kill you.
- They're taking too long.
Am I wasting my time fighting to keep you alive? Stop fighting.
You tell them I want that injection now.
- No.
- Why not? Don't tell me it's because you care what happens to me.
Because you are no longer a threat to anyone.
Because maybe you'll find a way to atone for what you did.
Why are you here? So you wouldn't be alone.
What kind of a man was your husband, Mrs.
Pfeiffer? The kind you dream you'll marry.
Generous, loving, devoted to me and the kids.
Dedicated to the Marine Corps.
Did it bring your family any comfort, ma'am, when former Corporal Farmer sent you a letter apologising for killing your husband? It may have brought him comfort, not us.
Thank you.
I am sorry for your loss, Mrs.
Pfeiffer.
You said your husband was a compassionate man? Yes.
If you could reach out and ask him, "Do you want us to execute the man who killed you?" What do you think he'd say? I think he'd say, "No, I do not.
" Thank you, Mrs.
Pfeiffer.
Not for killing Darrin.
But for leaving me without a husband and my children without a father, for killing the other Marines and destroying their families? Yes, I think Darrin would want him executed.
Sir, the government rests.
You may step down, ma'am.
Defence may call its first witness.
We have no witnesses, Your Honour, but the defendant would like to make an unsworn statement.
The defendant will rise.
Proceed.
If you decide to kill me, I wouldn't blame you.
But if you decide to let me live, I will make a solemn vow to live the rest of my life seeking redemption from God and from my fellow man.
Maybe somehow, something good could still come of all this.
You know, someone once said, "A man is more than just the worst thing he's ever done.
" I pray it's true.
That's all I have to say.
Do you want to order in? - I'm not hungry.
- Brumby coming later? I have to work on my closing argument.
But what about you? Don't you have a date with Cecilia B.
DeMille? Oh, if you mean, Renee, no.
You know, you have to tell me what you see in her sometime.
She's a multi-layered personality.
How many of those layers have you peeled off? I'm going to return to work.
Harm.
Do you think he should die? As I said before, that's not up to us to decide.
I know.
Do you think he should die? My job is to convince the members that he should, and that's what I intend to do.
Practising closing arguments on each other? Yeah, something like that, sir.
My advice, don't look at the widow.
Don't look at the defendant.
Good night.
Nothing can excuse what Caleb Farmer did.
Nothing.
To mow down, with premeditated precision, his fellow Marines, unarmed and unaware, that is a crime which cannot be mitigated by what you have heard at this hearing.
You must sentence him to death.
That is your terrible burden.
It is also your duty.
It is normal to feel sorrow at the thought of taking another man's life.
But bear in mind, it is that sorrow which sets decent people apart from murderers like Caleb Farmer.
I believe that when a person commits a crime so heinous that we cannot comprehend its horror, that person ceases to be human and becomes a monster.
It's okay to kill monsters.
Caleb Farmer is not a monster.
He is a human being.
Troubled and sick, but human.
Now, I'm not saying we shouldn't punish him.
Of course, he must be punished.
But make him live out the rest of his days behind bars.
He can't hurt us anymore.
And let us be human beings too.
The defence will rise.
General Perry, announce the sentence, please.
Caleb Farmer, this court-martial sentences you to be put to death.
The defendant will be held at the United States Disciplinary Barracks at Fort Leavenworth until such time as execution is carried out.
Remember what you promised me? Remember what you promised me.
I appreciate your hospitality, admiral.
It's been an honour serving under your command.
And I appreciate your work, commander.
Expect an outstanding FITREP from me.
Thank you, sir.
You know, if you're ever in Sydney, you should look me up.
I know a few places you can go.
King's Cross.
- What, you've been there, sir? - Oh, yeah.
Are you ready for another one? Yes, sir.
- Admiral.
- Sir.
I just wanted to say I enjoyed knowing you, sir.
Enjoyed knowing you too, mate.
It won't be the same here without you.
Two minutes down the road, you won't even remember my face.
I'll remember it.
Good luck, sir.
It was nice having you around, commander.
But nicer to see me go, right? - Not true.
- Good.
Because I got a feeling we'll see each other again.
Cheers, mate.
- Have a safe trip home, sir.
- Thank you, lieutenant.
Can I buy you a drink, commander? Out of uniform, it's Harm.
And I'm good.
Thanks.
Admiral.
Colonel, how are you? I couldn't save him, sir.
I thought you put up a damn good defence.
And I called you ineffective counsel.
I feel like such an idiot.
Well, you know, colonel, all these years, I thought maybe there was something else I could've done.
Now I know there wasn't.
Sometimes justice has a way of asserting itself in spite of what we do.
Tough loss, colonel.
I'm sure you were a worthy opponent, as always.
I was worried you wouldn't show.
Of course I would have.
When are you leaving? Ten minutes ago.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mic.
It seems cut short.
Yeah.
Maybe you can visit me down under.
New location, no worries, you know.
Maybe I will.
Right, then.
Poor sucker never had a chance with her.
- So long, everybody.
- So long, sir.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Hey, so long.
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