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♬ Lullaby ♬ by Emily Robison
♪ They didn’t have you where I come from ♪
♪ Never know the best was yet to come ♪
Grandma.
Whose that?
Hi, Grandma.
It’s me, Grandma. It’s Allison.
Allison?
Allison.
Oh, my gosh. Look at you. You’re all grown up.
So amazing to see you, Grandma.
So pretty, huh? Always so pretty.
Everything is just the way I remember it.
Of course it is, why wouldn’t it be?
Everything is at it is.
Everything is as it must be at this moment.
You look good. You look happy.
I am. I am happy.
I have a wonderful family. A wonderful life.
Three girls.
Ariel, Bridgette and Marie.
Grandma Benoit, you old witch. Don’t witch me.
You’ve got some Benoit too. I remember.
Oh, how’s John? John?
John Denon, your husband.
The love of your life.
There coming up a storm.
Grandma.
The two of you should have been back hours ago.
Sorry, who?
You, that’s who. You and that Denon boy.
Wait a second.
This is all very familiar.
The thunder, the storm.
I remember today.
We rode our bikes to the swimming quarry. We got…
Soaked on our way back and then…
And then what? I don’t have the foggiest notion what you’re saying dear.
You remember, Grandma. My arm.
We were coming up the front walk we saw the smoke coming out of the kitchen window.
Oh, my gosh. I have a pie in the oven.
It was today. It was minutes from right now.
You were fast asleep, I ran in to pull out the pie,
I burned myself on the oven rack.
Oh, well we can’t have that.
I can’t have my grand daughter spend the next seventy years scared.
No, no, no. Now, you’re gonna have to leave right now.
So, I can wake up and get that pie out of the oven.
I’m not really here, Grandma. You’re not really here. This is a dream.
You’re talking nonsense dear.
Now, don’t you worry. I can take care of everything.
But right now, you have to go.
It was so vivid, Joe.
Like I was really there. Have you ever had a dream like that?
I dreamt I went to Hawaii once.
But when I woke up I sworn I had a better tan then when I went to sleep.
Maybe I should have married Johny Dunon.
But lucky for you, that was the last summer I spent at Grandma’s.
Had I gone back the next year…
Who knows, things might have been very different.
Aren’t you even a least bit jealous?
You brought this Johny Dunon character?
Absolutely. It’s all I can do to eat this bagel.
Mom? Who’s driving us?
Because I told Hana I’d meet her early so we can go over our History presentation.
And you’re telling us this now?
I forgot. I’m sorry. But this thing counts for like a third of my grade.
Well, get your sisters ready. I’ll drop you off on the way to work.
I don’t know.
I never thought I’d say this but part of me is looking forward to her getting her driver’s license.
God, the sound of that rain.
It rained so hard that afternoon the roads flooded.
Took us half an hour to get to the hospital.
A hospital?
It was the day I burned myself.
You know, on my arm that big dark patch.
Huh?
You know? Right there. You can still see where the metal touched.
I don’t see anything.
I’ve honestly never noticed it.
Where did it go? That’s so weird.
Kind of like Johny Dunon.
Must have just faded away.
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Oh, and keep your eye on jury number three.
During deliberations the others are gonna listen very closely to what she has to say.
Number three?
If I remember correctly… She was one of Larry Watt’s choices.
He believes she’s gonna vote to a quit.
Her father did some jail time when she was young for of course a crime he didn’t commit.
Of course.
Now, Watt thinks he has her as pocket but the truth is she’s up for graphs.
So you get to her the jury’s going to vote your way.
- Doesn’t seem fair, does it? - What’s that?
Having you one my team. Sometimes I think it isn’t fair to the other side.
Well, that’s my daughter.
Hey, baby.
Ariel, slow down. I can’t understand you.
You left what in the car?
Now? Well, I’m with my boss he’s about to go into court.
I know it’s a third of your grade. I’m not the one who left it in the car.
Go. I'm appreciate the moral supports. but I'm fine.
Ariel, I’ll be there in half an hour.
Love you.
I bet you were looking forward to my opening statement, won’t you?
Actually I was.
Imelda Fesciner grew up in a remote town in the mountains of El Salvador.
A town so small it had no electricity.
There was nothing small however about this woman’s hopes and dreams for a better life.
And it was those very hopes and dreams that the defendant
Shawn Redburns so cruelly exploited when he lured her to this country
with a promise of a job of a better life.
What she found when she got here was something quite different.
What she found was a man who was sexually obsessed with her
a man bent on controlling her every move.
A man willing to use threats of deportation
threats of violence and even the threat of death…
to keep her under his thrall.
Over the next few days we would present
overwhelming evidence that Mr. Redburn
murdered Ms. Fesciner in a fit of anger…
using a knife taken from her own kitchen.
We would present evidence of motive,
evidence of means, and evidence of opportunity.
What we will not present what we cannot present
is Ms. Fesciner’s body.
The Defense will undoubtedly make much of this fact.
No body, no crime.
You’re gonna hear that over and over again.
But it’s simply not true.
The absence of a corpse does not mean that there was no murder.
It simply means that the murderer did his job well.
And his lawyer would have you reward him for that with a requital.
I would ask you to look at it as evidence
of the cold and calculated nature of his crime.
You can write this wrong, you can give her justice.
Thank you.
Mr. Watt, do you have any opening remarks?
I do your honor.
Ladies and gentlemen.
To be honest, I’m mystified why
District Attorney Devalos has even brought this case to trial.
Now, why do I say that? Let’s start with the fact.
That the investigation into the murder of Imelda Fesciner
has never resulted in the discovery of a body.
Let me say that again.
There is no body.
And why? Because there was no crime.
Frankly, the only crime is to my client’s reputation.
And the perpetrator is the DA himself.
As to his motive might be I can only speculate…
All right, Mr. Watt. Mr. Devalos is not on trial here.
I apologize your honor.
It’s just that it makes me angry.
Makes me angry that the State would spend the tax payer’s money
prosecuting a crime that I don’t believe was ever committed.
Why leap to the conclusion that someone is dead.
If you haven’t ruled out the possibility that they just went somewhere without telling anyone.
Did anyone check?
Did anyone try to find out where Ms. Fesciner might have gone?
For all we know she decided to leave this country and go back home
to the remote mountain town that the District Attorney so poetically described.
Now, it wouldn’t be easy to track her down there.
But if someone tried who knows what they might discover.
I should know because that is exactly what I did.
I tried.
And you never guess what I’ve found.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury may I present to you…
Imelda Fesciner.
- Alive? That’s impossible! - Barely not.
What about the missing kitchen knife?
What about the blood? What about the…
She’s alive, Allison. I saw her with my own eyes. She’s alive.
She can’t be! / But she is!
We prosecuted and innocent man. The evidence didn’t mean what we thought it meant!
We got it wrong. All of it!
I’m so sorry, sir.
Is this case what you told me, Allison? You told me Imelda Fesciner was dead.
You told me that she was sending you dreams.
I thought she was.
We have another problem.
After the judge dismissed the case Attorney wanted to hold a press conference.
Insinuated that the reason
I went ahead with the prosecution the reason I insisted on bringing it to trial…
is because I have a psychic in my employee.
A woman who talks to the dead. A woman who sees things in her dreams.
People are starting to ask questions Allison.
Oh, she’s still here.
Give us another minute, please.
All right, but we do need to get ahead of this thing.
The Deputy Mayor is here because she’s hearing what I’m hearing.
We about to be hit with a dozen or some motions to dismiss.
I’m not sure I’m following you.
Every Defense Lawyer in town is trying to find out if my psychic
had anything to do with convicting their client.
Every case I’ve prosecuted for the past two years is going to be reopened and reexamined.
And there’s a very real possibility when it’s all over
some very bad guys are going to be handed ‘get out of jail free cards’.
Mr. District Attorney…
Allison, I fairly certain that the Mayor is going to ask for my resignation.
The one thing he’s already made abundantly clear was our professional relationship.
Yours and mine needs… to end.
Today, here…
Now.
Al.
What did you do? What is going on?
That phone has been ringing off the hook for the past 45 minutes.
Don’t answer that.
Reporters calling, lawyers calling.
I keep seeing strange cars driving by.
Mom, Hana just e-mailed me there are people making fun of you on TV.
Mom, dad. I just looked out the window and saw some people out on the lawn.
Should I answer the door, daddy?
No! Come here.
Come here, Bridge. Come here, sweetie.
Al. Hey.
Whatever it is. We’ll figure it out.
Is the gypsy there? The fortune teller?
I always believed…
that I heard the voices I dreamed the dreams for a reason.
I didn’t even want it.
I wanted to be a lawyer.
I know. But it’s not like you had a choice.
But I did.
A couple of drinks.
No more voices.
No more dead people.
No more dreams.
Stupid…
I could have drank my way in to a really great life.
I should have…
Well, I’m gonna take care of the kids and I’m gonna… call the police.
And if you want me to bring you a bottle of Jin with a nipple on it. You just howler.
♪ As you wonder through this troubled world ♪
♪ In search of all things beautiful ♪
♪ You can close your eyes and you’re miles away ♪
♪ And hear my voice like a serenade ♪
Ally.
Ali baba.
That’s Ally Dunom to you. Uh-huh.
Time to get up.
Oh, Johnny. Do I have to?
This is why we’re never gonna have children.
♪ How longer you will be loved ♪
♪ Is forever enough? Is forever enough ♪
♪ How long do you want to be loved ♪
♪ Is forever enough? Is forever enough ♪
I had the strangest dream last night.
What’s that?
I think we had kids.
You were upset about something and you were gonna get me some Jin.
Okay.
What’s on the doctor for today?
Oh, Redburn case.
Seems you’ve been working on that thing forever.
When’s it going to trial?
Open statements are in three days unless…
Unless what?
District Attorney wants to meet at nine o’clock.
I’m guessing it’s to talk about cutting a deal with Redburn.
Avoiding a trial all together.
You think Watt will agree to take a deal.
Larry Watt can’t wait to get this case before our jury.
What about you? What’s your day like?
Pretty light. Morning meeting with the board.
I’m having lunch with Tom Fenten.
To discuss broadening his investment portfolio.
Didn’t you tell me he was on his way to Europe?
That must have been your other husband.
I’m having lunch with Fenten at Varium at One.
I don’t know. I could have sworn I heard you say that he was out of town.
Mr. District Attorney?
I’m sorry?
Allison Dunom.
I work with Larry Watt. Junior partner.
Mr. Watt asked me to extend his apologies. He won’t be able to make the meeting today.
He asked me to take his place.
Everybody at your firm understands that I intend to prosecute this case vigorously.
I intend to pursue the death penalty.
I think you’ll discover soon enough that everyone at our firm has a precise grasp
on exactly what you’re up to… Mr. District Attorney.
Be that as it may, Ms. Dunom. I’m more than a little surprised that
Larry Watt would chose not to attend this meeting himself. Much less send a Junior partner.
If it makes you feel better I am certain I will be made a full partner soon enough.
And for what it’s worth I think the fact that Mr. Watt’s sent a junior partner in his stead.
Speaks more to his opinion of your case than it does opinion of me.
Really?
Absolutely.
So, now that we’ve gotten to know each other. Let me tell you why I’m here.
I know that your evidence against Mr. Redburn is weak.
You certainly wouldn’t have called my office unless you wanted to discuss a deal.
So, let’s hear it. Mr. District Attorney. What exactly are you willing to offer?
First degree man slaughter. Eight to twelve years with the possibility of parole after five.
Why would we accept man slaughter you don’t even have a body.
- We have a murder weapon. - You have no ledged murder weapon.
Smeared with the blood of the young woman your client murdered.
Really?
Last I checked the blood on that knife was too degenerated to extract any DNA.
All that you have is a blood type. And a very common type at that.
You certainly can’t connect it conclusively to the missing woman.
And you can’t connect it to Mr. Redburn.
Hell, you can’t even prove he ever stepped a foot in her apartment.
Because you know and I know that he wiped the whole place down with bleach.
We can’t even find the victim’s prints in her own apartment.
Fine.
You want to argue that Imelda Fesciner vanished into thin air, be my guest.
I’m just not sure that the jury’s going to buy it.
I think they might.
Whatever you say, Ms. Dunom.
Please let Larry Watt know that this is a one time offer
and it expires at midnight, tonight.
- To reasonable doubt. - Reasonable doubt.
So, you know what I think?
I think if Mannuel Devalos is proposing deals like he tried to sell you one this morning.
He’s worried his case isn’t strong enough.
Well, he should be. He’s trying to prosecute an innocent man.
Well, you may know that and I may know that but…
our job is to convince a jury.
Which is why I wish we had something better to rebut this knife business with.
I’ve been thinking about that. I’m meeting with a potential expert witness about it this afternoon.
Tell me.
Let me see how it pens out first.
All right, Chris. I am not telling you again. Stop it.
- Sofia. - Stop it.
There ought to be a law.
If it isn’t my handsome husband.
You handsome husband is trolling for a lunch date.
What happened to Tom Fenten? Well, he had to jet off to Europe apparently.
- That’s weird. - Huh?
- I hope I’m not interrupting. - That’s what I said this morning.
No, come on. Join us. We haven’t even ordered yet.
Listen if you two need to talk shop… No, not at all.
Do not say that word. What did I tell you? I didn’t.
Lovely children.
Be careful what you wish for.
I’m not wishing for anything. Not yet.
Maybe after I make partner.
If then…
So, how long have you two been married?
Twelve years this spring. We were college sweethearts, very boring.
Boring?
Honey, we were brought together by fate. Stars align for us.
That’s what your Grandmother said.
Your Grandmother sounds like a remarkable woman.
More like the town eccentric actually.
Well, I don’t know. I guess people thought she was a little odd.
She trusted her instincts.
She heard… Voices.
She gets messages in her sleep.
She was the town eccentric.
In a very small town.
Every time I move my chair everything goes all frizzy.
Any calls?
Uh, Paul Hass returned. Jamie Mandabon called to say he’s in court and unreachable.
And your pilates instructor needs to reschedule tomorrow.
Fine, what about my two o’clock?
It’s five after. What is he one of those absent minded professors?
Um…
Uh, actually. I’ve been here since ten of.
I’m just doing my part to fight frizz.
My firm has handling the Shawn Redburn case. Are you familiar with it?
Rich contractor stabbed his immigrant mistress to death.
It’s been on the news a lot.
Allegedly.
So allegedly been on the news? No, I’m fairly certain the coverage has been ubiquitous.
No, he allegedly committed the murder.
We intend to prove that he’s been wrongly accused.
Don’t the police have a knife with her blood on it?
They found a knife in that dump that happens to be the same brand and style as the set she owned.
And they were microscopic traces that match her very common blood type, yes.
I heard somebody saw them having an argument and…
she hasn’t been heard from since.
You strike me as an intelligent man, Mr. DuBois.
Do you believe everything you see and hear on the news?
Couples fight, I’m sure you and your wife… I’m not married.
You should try it sometime. I highly recommend it.
Ah, you see but there’s the problem. All the cool girls are taken.
I see here you have a PHD in mathematics.
Two actually.
Says here that you wrote a book.
Huh, my scandalize expose about the secret language of numbers.
Well, if I may, I’d like to run some numbers by you.
Having to do with the knife that you mentioned earlier.
According to the city the waste processing facility
where it was found serves a 125 thousand households.
Now, apparently the intercensal question is a very common ground.
According to manufacture’s website it outsells our competition two to one.
Well, if it says so on the manufacture’s website…
Walk with me. These are just back of the envelope calculations.
But if let’s say… 10 percent of that 125 thousand households use that brand.
And households is defined by the censuses having four persons in it.
We’re talking about 50 thousand people.
Do you have any idea, what percentage
of the population has O positive blood?
No, but I have a feeling that you’re gonna tell me.
Almost 40 percent.
Which would mean that the blood on that knife can belong to anyone of 20 thousand people.
Assuming that your assumptions hold up, I suppose so.
How would you like to earn 15 hundred dollars for one day of work.
Who do I have to kill?
I need an expert witness to explain all those to a jury.
You want me to testify to your back of the envelope numbers?
25 hundred dollars plus expenses.
- What expenses? - You need a new suit.
I have a suit.
I know that but it’s almost eight years old.
Excuse me?
I’m sorry?
My suit. You just said that my suit was almost eight years old.
I bought that suit for my… My father’s funeral.
Seven… Eight years ago.
How could you possibly even know that?
Have you been spying on me?
No, I don’t know that number just popped into my head.
Besides you are a college professor. Why would you be spending money on new suits?
No, I know it’s just that you’re so specific about how old it was.
I’m thinking of a number from one to ten.
I’m sure you are, Dr. DuBois.
I am offering you three thousand dollars.
All you have to do is tell twelve people what you just told me.
That the odds that that knife came from Imelda Fesciner’s apartment are twenty thousand to one.
I didn’t tell you. You told me.
Be that as it may. Run the numbers yourself.
Make them your own as long as the odds you come up with are in the neighborhood
of ten thousand to one I very much like you to testify.
Well…
I can certainly use a three thousand dollars.
Um…
Can I just ask you a question, Ms. Dunom?
Of course.
Assuming the numbers we discussed are even remotely accurate.
Why are the police so convinced that the knife belonged to the missing woman?
Unkucky coincidence I’m afraid.
How’s that?
Well, apparently theses knives come in sets of four.
When the police checked Imelda’s apartment they could only find three.
What do you think?
About what?
About that.
You strike me as a person with… Great instincts.
I’d just be curious to know what you think.
I think you certainly could use three thousand dollars.
And I suppose a new suit couldn’t hurt.
It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Dunom.
Last week ?? extended its slide to lest than 60 dollars a barrel.
To the lowest level in six months. Government reported…
Sleepy.
Good night.
Can you turn it down a little bit?
I just want to finish this chapter. It’s for work.
Yeah, whatever.
The Secret Language of Numbers by Joseph DuBois.
I just can’t seem to shake it.
The blood, the knife, the body…
Just seems so… real.
Don’t look at me like that. You make me feel foolish.
It is foolish.
I know.
Allison.
You want to be a great lawyer, right?
Great lawyers keep their eye on the prize.
The prize on this case is successively representing your client.
Dreaming about him committing a crime
which he’s been accused in and dwelling on it while you’re awake isn’t gonna help you do that.
I know.
But why would such a thing even come into my head?
I don't believe it.
It's too perfect, it is just too perfect.
Hell, I'm looking right at it and I still don't believe it.
Where'd you find this? A friend.
He's something of a connoisseur.
Pokes around in a lot of very obscure sites.
Unbelievable.
Excuse me.
Hope I'm not interrupting anything.
No, not at all. What can I help you with?
Well, I'm meeting with that expert witness I told you about. I was wondering if you wanted to meet him.
No, I can't. Redburn's on his way in.
Um, I'll look at your notes when you're finished.
You boys have fun.
Ow.
Keep what you just showed me to yourself.
But find this girl, I don't care what it costs.
I mean, hell, if she's willing to do this for money...
I just want her here by the time we get to trial.
So as a doctor of mathematics, Mr. Dubois,
what in your expert opinion, would you say are the odds
that the knife in question belonged to Ms. Vizcaina?
Oh, I'd estimate the odds are around...
Oh, no, let's not estimate and let's not use the word "around."
I need you to be very definite with your answers.
The jury wants to believe you.
Let them know you feel confident about what you're saying.
Is something the matter?
As a matter of fact, yes.
I suspect that the reason I don't sound confident in what I'm saying
is because, to be perfectly honest...
I don't believe what I'm saying.
I'm confused.
These are your calculations.
Done to your specifications. Based on your assumptions.
None of which I agree with.
To be frank,
I think there's a very good chance that that knife does belong to Imelda Vizcaina.
And I can't help but suspect that you think so, too.
Dr. DuBois, rest assured, you have no idea what I'm thinking.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I just... I trust my instincts.
You should try it sometime.
What are you doing here?
Why did you even bother coming back?
Is it the money? Is it the new suit?
I'm a married woman, Dr. DuBois.
Well, there you go.
All the cool girls are taken.
I'm sorry that I couldn't be of any help.
What? What do you want me to say, Allison?
I want you to tell me I'm not crazy.
I want you to tell me my feelings, my impressions,
my dreams count for something.
And that I should listen to them, act on them.
John...
- J.D... - Allison...
I have a $40-million client sitting a restaurant by himself
drinking within 50 feet of three of my competitors.
What do you want to hear, that I think you're Nostradamus?
Grow up.
Do your job, we'll talk about it when you get home.
Allison? / Yes?
Are we through?
Yes... we're through.
I'm going out for awhile.
Are you sure you don't want to take an umbrella? They say it's going to rain.
What am I thinking?
Ms. Dunham, you're soaked. Come on in.
No, answer me. What am I thinking?
You're right, I know he's guilty.
How do I know that?
I know nothing about math, but I read your book
and suddenly I understand... everything.
I left your phone number at the office,
but somehow, I knew exactly how to get here,
to this house...
to you.
And now that I'm here, everything seems so...
completely familiar.
I-I don't really know what I'm doing here...
I'm doing what you told me to do. I am following my instincts.
And my instincts tell me I am supposed to be here...
with you.
Just forget the last five minutes of your life.
♪ They didn’t have you where I come from ♪
♪ Never know the best was yet to come ♪
♪ Life began when I saw your face ♪
♪ And I hear your laugh like a serenade ♪
♪ How long do you want to be loved? ♪
♪ Is forever enough? Is forever enough ♪
♪ How long do you want to be loved? ♪
♪ Is forever enough, ♪
♪ ‘cause I’m never never givin’ you up ♪
♪ I slip in bed when you’re asleep ♪
♪ To hold you close and feel your breath on me ♪
♪ Tomorrow there’ll be so much to do ♪
♪ So tonight I’ll drift in a dream with you ♪
♪ How long do you want to be.. ♪
You all right? What are you doing?
Hi.
Oh, my God. It's morning.
I have to get out of here. I have to go.
Huh? Why?
What do you mean? I have to tell my husband.
What?
Mommy...
We're hungry.
Oh, my God.
My babies! Come here! My beautiful babies.
I'm home. Oh, I'm home. I'm home.
Um, excuse me.
Who's gonna drive us? 'Cause I told Hannah I'd meet her early so we could work on our History presentation.
Wait a second.
Allison.
I was beginning to think you forgot about me.
Wasn't there something you wanted to speak to me about before I headed into court?
One of the jurors or something?
Actually, sir, there's a lot I need to tell you before you head into court.
Did anyone checked? Did anyone look for her?
Did anyone try to find out where Miss Vizcaina might have gone?
For all we know, she decided to leave this country and go back home
to the remote mountain town that the District Attorney so poetically described.
It wouldn't be easy to track her down there,
but if someone tried, who knows what they might discover?
I should know, because that's exactly what I did.
I tried.
And you'll never guess what I found.
Like I said, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,
you'll never guess what I found.
there a problem, Mr. Watts?
Are you going to continue or have you concluded your remarks?
Uh, if I may Your Honor, I'd like to request a short recess.
Very well.
This court will adjourn for a half hour recess.
- What the hell happened? - I'm not sure yet.
Excuse me, Larry.
We should talk.
Amazing what people will do for money if they're desperate enough.
But then, that's what this whole case has been about, hasn't it?
They both look remarkably like Imelda Vizcaina to me.
Actually, this one is Imelda.
The other girl is Mirabella.
Her twin sister.
Unlike Imelda, Mirabella never came to America.
She stayed behind in El Salvador.
Spent her entire life there. It's where this movie was made, actually.
Well, you certainly know your Central American porn, Manuel. I got to give you that.
Apparently Mirabella was held up at Phoenix Airport this morning
trying to use her sister's papers to enter this country.
She's being detained until we can determine
whether she had any ulterior motives for traveling to Arizona today.
Ulterior motives?
Her sister Imelda was in this country illegally.
No government agency had her fingerprints,
and none were ever recovered from the apartment.
If, somehow, Mirabella had managed to make it to the trial today, and
if for some bizarre reason
she had chosen to identify herself as her sister to the court,
there would have been no way for the prosecution to prove otherwise.
For all intents and purposes, it would have appeared that Imelda Vizcaina
was alive and well, and we would have had to drop all charges against your client.
And you can imagine how embarrassing that would've been for me.
Grandma...
Allison? What are you doing back here?
Didn't you just leave?
Grandma. I changed my mind.
Go back to sleep. Don't worry about the pie.
I'll be here in a minute with J.D. I'll get it.
What about the burn? Your arm? That scar?
I don't care about the scar. It'll fade with time.
I think I actually kind of like the scar.
I think I'd miss it if it was gone.
It's part of my life. And I love my life.
And the fact is, I wouldn't change a thing.
Well, all right. If you're sure.
I'm sure.
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