EXT. THE BAD LANDS - DAY

A TITLE READS: "The Bad Lands, The Dakota Territories."

Three frontiersmen ride along the Little Missouri River through the Bad Lands: the ground is scorched, the trees twisted, and red, flat-topped Buttes lie in the distance.  The three men are: FRANK O'DONALD, RILEY LUFFSEY and "DUTCH" WANNEGAN, all bearded, dirty and drunk.  They pass a handmade sign that reads: "Little Missouri Ranch, Proprietors: O'Donald, Luffsey and Wannegan. Private Property, Keep Out!"  They drunkenly sing a song:

                                                                 THE TRIO
                                                           (singing)
                                Yippee yi tiyay, move along little doggies/
                                It's your misfortune and none of my own/
                                Move along little doggies/ You know that
                                Wyoming will be your new home.

As the three men near their little shack they find a barbed wire fence with freshly cut posts blocking their path.

                                                                 O'DONALD
                                What the hell is this?

                                                                 LUFFSEY
                                Betcha it's that son of a bitch Marquis.

                                                                 WANNEGAN
                                Well, who the hell does he think he is?

                                                                 LUFFSEY
                                The King of France.

                                                                 O'DONALD
                                Let him be the King of any damn thing he
                                wants, that still don't give him no right to
                                fence off our spread.

O'Donald jumps down from his horse, takes a hatchet from his saddle bag and proceeds to cut the fence down.

                                                                 LUFFSEY
                                That son of a bitch Marquis is tryin' to
                                jump our claim.

                                                                 O'DONALD
                                Well, if he's trying to jump our claim, his
                                next jump'll be straight into his grave.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. TRAIN STATION/ MEDORA - DAY

The train pulls up to the small depot shack with a sign that states: "Medora."  The small town of Medora lies in the background -- a couple of wooden buildings, a few houses, and a huge mansion overlooking the whole town.  The Marquis gets off the train and is met by four of his RANCH-HANDS.  The burly FOREMAN speaks up.

                                                                 FOREMAN
                                O'Donald, Luffsey and Wannagen cut
                                down your fences again, Marquis.

The anger returns to the Marquis' crazy eyes.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                Oh, they did, eh?  Well put them back
                                up.

                                                                 FOREMAN
                                And what happens if they cut 'em down
                                again?

The Marquis climbs onto his horse.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                From here on out, anyone that cuts down
                                my fences will pay with their lives!

The Marquis spurs his horse and rides off toward his mansion.  The ranch-hands all turn to the Foreman expecting an answer.  The Foreman shrugs helplessly, then they all ride after the Marquis.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

INT. THE NEW YORK LEGISLATURE - DAY

Teddy stands in the crowded Legislature, pounding his fist and fighting strenuously.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                . . . And that is why we must all join to-
                                gether right now to stop corruption in its
                                tracks!  Pay-offs, bribery, influence -- it's
                                barbaric, gentlemen!  Positively medieval!

At that moment a uniformed Western Union DELIVERYMAN enters the Legislature, holding a telegram and looking befuddled.

                                                                 DELIVERMAN
                                                           (frightened)
                                Excuse me, gentlemen, but I have an
                                urgent telegram for Assemblyman Roosevelt?
                                Is he here?

Teddy, who is already standing, turns to the Deliveryman and waves his hand.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                That's me.

The Deliveryman crosses the large room and hands Teddy the telegram.  Teddy tips the boy, opens his telegram and silently reads.  Everyone in the room is watching him.  Teddy lowers the telegram, smiling mightily.  The elderly Speaker asks in a distraught tone:

                                                                 SPEAKER
                                And what, may I ask, Mr. Roosevelt, is
                                so important that our session must be inter-
                                rupted?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                                           (grinning)
                                I apologize, Mr. Speaker, it will never
                                happen again, I assure you.

                                                                 SPEAKER
                                                           (annoyed)
                                Well, that's reassuring.  Now, for heaven's
                                sake, what is this all about?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Oh.  Well . . . My wife gave birth to a baby
                                girl last night.  Our first child.

The Speaker nods his head.

                                                                 SPEAKER
                                                           (smiling)
                                Congratulations, Mr. Roosevelt.  That's fine.

Everyone bursts into applause, giving Teddy a standing ovation.  He smiles proudly.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. THE BAD LANDS - DAY

The Marquis rides up on a snorting stallion.  He is now attired in boots, chaps, pistols, a cowboy hat, and carries a Sharps .45 caliber buffalo rifle.  Twelve other armed RANCH HANDS accompany him on horseback.  They come upon severed fence posts and cut wire lying in spirals on the ground.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                                           (shakes his head; his eyes
                                                           burning; outraged)
                                Again and again I am defied!  As though I
                                were some sort of mere jackanapes.  Have
                                I not properly claimed all of this land?  Yet
                                these nabobs cut down my fences with ver-
                                itable impunity.  Back in France I have killed
                                men for much less.
                                                           (he looks to the other men)
                                Have I or have I not shown extreme unction
                                in regard to these interlopers?  I ask you?

Nobody has a clue what he's saying, so they all quickly agree.

                                                                 FOREMAN
                                Yeah, sure.

                                                                 HAND #1
                                'Course you have.

                                                                 HAND #2
                                And plenty of it.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                                           (nods)
                                That's what I thought.
                                                           (waves his hand)
                                Now, let's put this fence back up.

INT. THE NEW YORK LEGISLATURE - DAY

Teddy is standing, pounding his fist on the table, trying to be heard over the hubub.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Gentlemen, please!  If we allow corrupt-
                                ion within our own ranks to go unchecked,
                                who are we to make laws for anyone else?

Then, like deja vu all over again, the same Western Union Deliveryman arrives.

                                                                 DELIVERYMAN
                                Excuse me, urgent delivery for Mr. Roosevelt
                                again.

Teddy waves his hand again, smiling meekly at the frowning Speaker.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Over here.

The Deliveryman crosses the large room holding the conspicuous yellow telegram while everyone watches.  The elderly Speaker shakes his weary old head.

                                                                 SPEAKER
                                What now, Mr. Roosevelt?  More children
                                so soon?

Teddy reads the telegram and suddenly looks horrified.  He crumples the telegram and dashes out of the Legislature without a word or backward glance.  Everyone in the Legislature shakes their head and mutters at Teddy's odd behavior.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. THE BAD LANDS/ RIVER ROAD - SUNSET

O'Donald, Luffsey and Wannegan, once again drunkenly ride along the Little Missouri River singing a song.

                                                                 THE TRIO
                                                           (singing)
                                In Dublin fair city/ Where the girls are
                                so pretty/ I set my eyes on sweet Molly
                                Malone . . .

The three men once again find their path blocked by barbed wire.  They all shake their heads.

Meanwhile, hidden behind rocks, outcroppings, trees and shrubs are the Marquis and his men, their rifles out and ready.

The three frontiersmen are indignant.

                                                                 O'DONALD
                                That frog just won't quit.

                                                                 LUFFSEY
                                You'd think he'd understand by now that
                                we mean business.

                                                                 WANNEGAN
                                Can't push folks like us around.  It ain't
                                fittin', nohow.

They all jump down from their horses, retrieve axes and hatchets, then set about chopping down the fences.  The Marquis' voice is heard from nearby.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                                           (O.S.)
                                Fire!

A volley of gunshots rings out. Men and horses drop to the ground in a murderous barrage of lead.  One horse falls over dead, Riley Luffsey lands on his back with a bullet through his throat, yelling.

                                                                 LUFFSEY
                                Wannegan, for God's sake, help me -

Luffsey chokes on blood and quickly dies.

Wannegan, whose clothes are shot to pieces, jumps on the one healthy horse and gallops off at top speed, his shredded clothes flapping.

O'Donald has been shot several times and runs around bleeding and screaming.  He finally gets caught on the barbed wire fence, and hangs there moaning.

The Marquis and his men step out of their hiding places, their weapons smoking.  Many of the men are wide-eyed and shaking in disbelief at what they've just done.

                                                                 FOREMAN
                                                           (horrified)
                                Jumpin' Jesus Christ, we really gone and
                                done it now!

The Marquis smiles for the very first time.

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                Pestilent vermin!  I am the Marquis
                                Antoine-Amedee-Marie-Vincent-Amat
                                Manca de Vallomrosa de Mores, and I
                                will not be trifled with!

The Marquis pulls a big Colt .45 from his holster and fires several shots directly into Frank O'Donald's back.  Frank O'Donald, hanging on the barbed wire, spasms and dies.  The Marquis' men all appear shocked.  The Marquis spins the pistol on his finger, then slams it into his holster.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. THE ROOSEVELT FAMILY HOME/ MANHATTAN - NIGHT

A horse-drawn carraige draws up in front of the Roosevelt mansion.  Teddy bolts from the carriage and dashes inside the house.

A TITLE READS: "February 12th, 1884."

INT. THE ROOSEVELT FAMILY HOME - NIGHT

Teddy enters the house to find a crowd of people inside - his entire extended family, as well as many family friends.  They all turn and look at Teddy whose face is a study in panic.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Am I too late?

Nobody answers, nor knows how to answer.  Teddy dashes past all of them, bolting up the steps two and three at a time.

INT. ALICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Alice is in a coma.  She surrounded by a DOCTOR, a nurse, and several other people.  Teddy looks to the Doctor pleadingly.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Please, doctor, tell me she'll be all right?

                                                                 DOCTOR
                                She's comatose, anything could happen.
                                Your Mother, however, I'm fairly certain
                                won't last the night.

Teddy could not look more stricken.

INT. MARTHA'S ROOM - NIGHT

Martha Roosevelt is awake in bed suffering the very last stage of Typhoid fever.  Bamie is there, as well as another doctor, another nurse, and a few others.  Martha sees Teddy and smiles.

                                                                 MARTHA
                                I knew you'd be here, Teddy.  I've been
                                holding on waiting for you.

Teddy kneels beside her, taking her frail, bony hand in his.  Teddy is now crying.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Mother.  What's happening?  I don't under-
                                stand.

Martha strokes her son's hair.

                                                                 MARTHA
                                God's will is not for us to understand, dear.
                                He tests us with adversity.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                For what?  More adversity?  I still can't face
                                a whole day without thinking of father.

                                                                 MARTHA
                                I know.  Me, too.  Just try to be as good a
                                man as your father and you'll never lose
                                your way.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                But father was a very great man.  I fear
                                I'll never fill his shoes no matter how hard
                                I try.

                                                                 MARTHA
                                Perhaps not right now, Teddy, but you
                                will.  In time.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                But father had you to help him.

                                                                 MARTHA
                                And you have Alice.

Teddy looks up to Bamie and the others.  They shake their heads, they haven't told her of Alice's condition.  Teddy looks back down to his mother.  Martha coughs violently, her frail body shaking.  Finally, the coughing subsides and Martha Roosevelt dies.  Teddy drops his face into his hands and sobs.

INT. ALICE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The comatose Alice is in Teddy's arms.  Teddy rocks her gently.  The Doctor's hand reaches in and feels Alice's pulse in her neck.  There is none.  The Doctor goes to his bag and retrieves a small mirror.  Bamie and the others watch as the Doctor places the mirror to Alice's mouth.  There's no breath.  Alice is dead.  Teddy won't let go of her, tears streaming down his face.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. ROOSEVELT MANSION - MORNING

Two horse-drawn hearses are parked in front of the house.  It's a cold February morning.  The horses snort, billowing clouds of steam.

INT. ROOSEVELT MANSION/ HALLWAY - MORNING

The door to Alice's bedroom opens and Bamie steps into the hall.  In the room we can see that Teddy is still holding his dead wife and crying.  Bamie speaks to CORINNE and ELLIOT, Teddy's twenty year old sister and nineteen year old brother.  They have both been crying all night, too.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                He is inconsolable.  I don't know what to
                                do.

                                                                 CORINNE
                                Teddy has never been like this before.

                                                                 ELLIOT
                                Never.  Even after papa died.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                He won't let Alice's body go.  It's been hours.

The three Roosevelts stand in confusion.

A MORTICIAN wearing a black frock coat and top hat comes up the stairs.  He is followed by two burly assistants.

                                                                 MORTICIAN
                                Your mother is in the hearse.  How shall we
                                proceed here?

He points at Alice's bedroom door.  Bamie looks to her brother and sister, then sighs.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                Have your men take her from him - gently,
                                if you please.

The Mortician nods.

                                                                 MORTICIAN
                                Of course.

The Mortician turns to his assistants and nods toward the door.

INT. ALICE'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Alice's cold, blue body is wrenched from Teddy's grasping hands.  His tear-streaked face twists in pain as his dead wife is taken from him.  Teddy curls up in a ball on the bed and continues to cry, sobs racking his whole body.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

INT. ROOSEVELT LIBRARY - DAY

The immediate Roosevelt family is assembled in the library, which is fourteen people.  Some of the men smoke cigars, many people have glasses of brandy before them.  Nobody speaks.  Suddenly, everybody looks up as Teddy enters the library.  He is completely dazed, his clothes rumpled, his hair sticking up.

His sister, Bamie, steps up holding a swaddled newborn infant.  Teddy looks down at the baby with an expression of total defeat.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Bamie, please raise my daughter for me.
                                Her name will be Alice.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                                           (shocked)
                                Where will you be?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                I'm going out west.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                But what about your career?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                I'm starting a new career.  I'll be a cattle
                                rancher.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                Teddy, this doesn't make any sense.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Certainly it does.  The light has gone out
                                in my life.  I will never be happy again.  I
                                have nothing to live for.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                But your child is alive, Teddy.  Alive and
                                healthy.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                But her mother and father are both dead.
                                She is an orphan, like we are.

                                                                 BAMIE
                                But, Teddy, that's not true.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Oh, yes it is!

                                                                 BAMIE
                                But what about what mama said to you?
                                Try to be like father now.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                                           (angry)
                                I am not father!  He was a great man.  I'm
                                not, and dare say I don't have it in me.  I'm
                                sorry.

Teddy turns and walks out of the library.  His entire family watches him go in overwhelming sadness.

                                                                                                       FADE OUT:

                                                                                                       FADE IN:


EXT. THE BAD LANDS/ MONTAGE -- DAY/ NIGHT

Teddy rides through the Bad Lands attired in buckskin, pistols on his belt, several rifles on his saddle, and a grim look on his face.  He fights the elements:

EXT. RIVER - DAY

Teddy and his horse wade through a river.  He looks like he might float away, but he doesn't.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. BOGGY LOWLAND - DAY

Teddy rides his horse straight into a pool of quicksand.  The horse's front legs sink into the muck and Teddy is thrown forward off the horse.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Oh, dear God . . .

He is hurtled directly into the quicksand.  Teddy flails, finally grabbing the horse around the neck.  The two of them flail together until they pull themselves out of the quagmire.  The horse shakes off the mud.  Teddy crawls to solid ground and gasps for air.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. THE BAD LANDS - DAY

Teddy rides through a raging storm.  He and his horse can barely keep their eyes open the rain is whipping so hard.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. CAMPSITE - NIGHT

Teddy tries to sleep in the rain, with no fire, soaking wet.  He starts to laugh, then just keeps on laughing, waving his fists in the air.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                                           (hollering)
                                Go on, work your worst!  Drown me!  Hit me
                                with lightning!  Kill me if you'd like!  I really
                                don't give a damn!

Teddy's laughter chokes up and becomes sobs.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. CAMPSITE - MORNING

It has stopped raining, but everything, including Teddy, is soaking wet.  He sneezes as he tries to start a fire, but to no avail, everything's too wet.  Instead, he eats hard biscuits and shivers.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. UNDERGROWTH - DAY

Teddy moves stealthily through some undergrowth, his Winchester rifle in hand.  As he moves slowly past some foliage, we see a pheasant bobbing its head, pecking at the ground.  Teddy aims in with his rifle, pulls the trigger and - BANG!  The bird goes down.

Teddy then plucks the bird, starts a fire, cooks and hungrily eats it on the spot.  It tastes good, really good.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. GRAVEYARD BUTTE/ MEDORA - DAY

Two new graves are being added to the cemetery overlooking Medora.  This is Graveyard Butte.  Wannegan watches as his two friends are interred.  Wannegan then looks over at the Marquis' mansion and a deep frown creases his face.  Wannegan shakes his fist.

                                                                 WANNEGAN
                                You'll pay, you son of a bitch!  Maybe not to
                                me, but you'll pay!

As dirt is shoveled into the holes, Wannegan turns and walks away, a very frustrated man.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

INT. THE PYRAMID HOTEL & SALOON - DAY

The Marquis strides into the saloon in the hotel, bangs a beer mug loudly on the bar until he has everyone's attention.  He then announces to the twenty people on hand . . .

                                                                 MARQUIS
                                I have just returned from court, and as
                                you see, I am not prosecuted.  Your
                                American courts know who is right.
                                And now I will make it very clear for
                                one and for all: I will not tolerate anyone
                                else cutting down my fences. 
This is
                                my town!
  I founded it and named it after
                                my wife.  And this is my herd!  And my
                                slaughterhouse!  And my refrigerated
                                train cars!  And this is my hotel!  I will
                                not be trifled with!  Let it be known by
                                all! I have spoken!

The Marquis smashes the beer mug on the floor, then strides out of the saloon as hastily as he entered.

Everyone stands there, silent for the moment.  The BARKEEP speaks everyone's thoughts.

                                                                 BARKEEP
                                Who the hell does that son of a bitch
                                Marquis think he is?  The King of France?

A SALOON GAL chimes in.

                                                                 SALOON GAL
                                No, the King of the world.  But he'll get
                                his, you take my word.  I just hope I'm
                                around to see it.

Everybody nods.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

EXT. THE MALTESE CROSS RANCH - DAY

The Maltese Cross ranch is composed of a tiny cabin, a few head of cattle, some chickens and some goats.  The owners of the ranch are, GREGOR LANG, a burly Scotsman, who presently
chops wood on a stump, and his sixteen year old son, LINCOLN, a strapping, handsome kid who is feeding the chickens.  Lincoln looks up and sees Teddy riding toward him.  Gregor puts down his ax and picks up a rifle.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                                           (Scottish accent)
                                And who might this be, I'm wonderin'?

As Teddy rides closer we see that he is a mud-spattered, soggy mess, but, nevertheless, he wears a pained smile.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Good morning, gentlemen.  My name is
                                Roosevelt.

A smile comes to Lincoln's young face for no apparent reason.  Gregor lowers his rifle.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                Aye.  M'name's Lang, Gregor Lang.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lang.

Teddy gets down from his horse, strides over and shakes Gregor's hand.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                And this is me boy, Lincoln.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                                           (smiles wider)
                                Lincoln.  Capital name.  Dee-lighted to
                                meet you, Lincoln.

Teddy takes Lincoln's hand in both of his and gives it a good solid pump. Lincoln is amused.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                And what sort of name is Roosevelt then?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                It's Dutch, although I am the seventh gen-
                                eration of Roosevelts born in America.  All
                                on Manhattan Island, I might add
.
                                                                 GREGOR
                                Dutch.  They're a dependable people, the
                                Dutch.  Hard workers.  What can I do for
                                you, Mr. Roosevelt?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                A chance to dry out would be much apprec-
                                iated, Mr. Lang.  I've been wet for over a
                                week.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                Then why don't you come inside, Mr. Roos-
                                evelt, and tell my son and I why an educated
                                man like yourself is riding around by himself
                                in the Bad Lands?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                I would be delighted.

Gregor ushers Teddy inside.  Lincoln takes the reins of Teddy's horse.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Thank you, Lincoln.

Lincoln Lang, unlike his father, has an American accent.

                                                                 LINCOLN
                                My pleasure, sir.

Lincoln and Teddy exchange a smile.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

INT. THE LANG CABIN - NIGHT

Teddy, Gregor and Lincoln sit around the table, plates with chicken bones scattered about.  Gregor smokes a pipe.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                . . . There ain't much chance for a poor
                                man to get ahead back in the old country.
                                If you're not born into money, you'll no
                                doubt die without it.  So, since I was a
                                young man I've been payin' close attention
                                to the goings-on here in America.  When
                                President Lincoln freed the slaves, I knew
                                America was the land for me.  I named my
                                boy here after Honest Abe.  Then, when
                                his mother, my beloved wife, Anne, passed-
                                on, I felt nothin' holdin' me back anymore.
                                I packed up Lincoln and off we sailed for
                                America.  That was ten years ago.  I took
                                every job I could get to save a few cents,
                                but when I did, we picked-up and headed
                                west.  We been out here come two years
                                now, and makin' a go of it, too.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                And you believe, Mr. Lang, that cattle
                                ranching will succeed here in the Bad
                                Lands?

                                                                 GREGOR
                                Most definitely.  We wouldn't have stayed
                                as long as we have if we didn't think we'd
                                succeed.

                                                                 LINCOLN
                                                           (nods)
                                Yes, sir.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                And you have only one hundred head of
                                cattle and no capital.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                Aye.  But with enough time and effort me
                                and the boy will most certainly get ahead.

Teddy is thinking.  He squints his eyes and cleans his glasses.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Well, sir, perhaps we can all get ahead
                                together.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                What are you sayin', then, Mr. Roosevelt?

Lincoln watches Teddy and his father closely.

                                                                 TEDDY
                                I'm saying, Mr. Lang, that I have plenty
                                of capital and that I, too, believe that cattle
                                ranching here in the Bad Lands will be a
                                fruitful enterprise.  What if I were to pur-
                                chase, say, another nine hundred head of
                                cattle, giving us a round one thousand head,
                                would you consider going fifty-fifty with
                                me on the Maltese Cross Ranch?

                                                                 GREGOR
                                It's a first-class deal for me, Mr. Roosevelt,
                                but what about you?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                It's perfect for me, too.  I get to be in the
                                cattle ranching business immediately.  You
                                and Lincoln spared me all the preliminaries.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                                           (concerned)
                                But what about your life back in New York?

                                                                 TEDDY
                                Your wife died and you left your home for
                                a new life.  My wife died, too, Mr. Lang,
                                and my mother, on the very same day.  A
                                black fog enshrouds me.  I no longer have a
                                life back in New York.  I, too, have come
                                here looking for a new life.
                                                           (they all look at
                                                           each other closely)
                                So, would you like to go into business with
                                me, Mr. Lang?

Teddy proffers his hand.  Gregor and Lincoln exchange a look.  Lincoln nods.

                                                                 GREGOR
                                Aye, indeed I would, Mr. Roosevelt.

Teddy grins his toothy grin.  He and Gregor shake hands on the deal while Lincoln watches.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE:

 

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