[cheers and applause]
-Attention West Side shoppers.
Scott James for KBLJ, Hit Music Radio,
reminding you to set your watches,
because in five minutes, KPLJ is giving away
a brand new Porsche!
[cheers and applause]
Yeah!
What a car!
You got that?
Great?
-Hey, I like them.
-Nice.
How much?
-Eh, $150.
-So buy them already.
But do it fast, Lane.
I'm starving.
-I don't know.
I'll probably lose them anyway.
-Yeah, I'm that way about guys who don't buy me lunch.
[grill sizzling]
JUDY: Thanks, Ricky.
-Sure.
-Listen, Ricky.
You think you could find your way back to the Coke machine
and bring me my drink?
-Yeah, I think so.
-Gee, you're so sensitive, Lane.
-I'm just asking the guy to do his job.
-Hey, maybe you could get a job as her butler.
-Well, Judy's different.
-Really?
-Really.
-Well, I'm sure her old man would be just thrilled
to have a pizza cutter as a son-in-law.
-It could happen.
-Uh huh?
Really?
-Really.
-Really?
-Really.
-Scott James standing here, center
promenade with a question.
Does anybody want this poor, lonely Porsche! y?
[cheers and applause]
Does anyone want to drive one out of here?
You can't believe the number of people
that have tried to bribe me to pull their name.
You'd think one of them would meet my price.
[laughter]
All right, digging deep.
You feeling lucky today?
Huh?
[cheers and applause]
How'd you like to drive out of here with this automobile?
Good.
All right, this one feels good.
Ooh.
This one feels very lucky.
Is there a Melissa Barren present?
-Oh.
[laughter]
-Well, it'd have been great if your name were Melissa.
Lovely to see you.
[cheers and applause]
That's Melissa.
Come on and come to your prize.
-You're a funny guy, Lane.
-I'm sensitive too.
-Well, Melissa.
You've made it past the hard part.
Find the right key, and the Porsche is yours.
[keys jangling]
-We're clocking you.
Take your next.
She's got it!
[cheers and applause]
-She's got it!
All right, Melissa.
Let's give it a shot.
Here we go.
Feel good?
-Yeah. [giggles]
SCOTT JAMES: Give it it a try.
-Thanks.
[starter clicks]
COLLECTIVE: Awwww.
SCOTT JAMES: Too bad.
Come on out of there, Melissa.
A good try.
It looked good doing it too.
I bet you're feeling a little bit better about this.
We'll be back within one hour to try
to give this Porsche away again.
It could be your turn this time.
One hour, we'll see you then.
-She probably couldn't afford the insurance anyway.
You guys want to see a movie?
-You guys, go ahead.
I got to get home.
-Drew, come on.
Nobody's studies seven nights a week.
It's not natural.
Look, I'm a future leader of tomorrow.
I got to be ready.
Look, I'll see you guys later, OK?
See you.
[car starts]
[tires squealing]
THEME SONG: We never thought we'd
find a place where we belong.
Don't have to step alone, we'll never let you fall.
Don't need permission to decide what you believe.
Ooh!
I said jump, down on Jump Street.
Your friends will be there when your back is to the wall.
You'll find you need us 'cause there's no one else to call.
When it was hopeless, a decision's what you need.
You better be ready to, be ready to jump!
21 Jump Street.
-Captain.
I'd like to offer my services on that stolen "Porsh" matter.
-Porsche.
Hoffs, Hanson.
How many entry blanks did you fill out, Penhall.
-2,500.
That "Por-sha" is rightfully mine, sir.
-Hoffs, what's the deal on Lane Ketchum?
Could he have stolen the Porsche?
-Eh, I think it's out of his league, Captain.
Lane only rips off what he can fit in his pocket.
-Hmm.
Are you two familiar with the situation on this one?
-Yeah.
South Central schools are too crowded,
so the overflow is being bused into luxurious West Side High.
-Turning that once blissful community
into a crime-infested hellhole.
-Yeah, well, the reality is shoplifting and burglary
is all up in the area since this busing program began.
-And naturally, the South Central kids
are taking the rap for it.
-Hoffs, you're not making any progress
on the one West Side kid with the record.
And now the Chief's got a radio station, a car dealership,
a shopping mall, and three insurance companies
setting up camp in his office.
-Anyone take Grand Theft Auto at South Central?
-That's what you two are going to find out.
-Hoffs, I want you to stick with Ketchum for a little while
longer.
I'm not convinced he's a dead end.
Look.
Most of those kids are getting their first shot
at a real education.
I don't want them sent back to overcrowded classrooms
because some idiot, rich or poor,
decided to take a joyride in Penhall's Porsche.
-Better come up with a good cover, boys.
These dudes at South Central are tough.
TOGETHER: The McQuaid brothers!
Ha!
Hello!
-Hey hey, hey!
Where's your pass?
-My dog ate it.
-Got the same dog.
-Hey!
No pass, no ride.
-Top of the morning, ladies and gents.
Everybody just relax. the McQuaid brothers
will guide you safely and soundly to your destination.
-Who the hell are they?
-We'll be cruising this morning at speeds
between 40 and 140 miles per hour,
so just kick back, and enjoy the ride.
-That algebra mid-term was a couple of days ago, wasn't it?
-Yeah.
-Think I drilled it.
-Well, you can't let up, Drew.
-I'm not letting up.
-Remember what I told you about that kid out there somewhere.
-Yeah.
-He's smarter than you, and he works harder than you,
and he'll snatch that scholarship right out
of your hands.
So you got to bear down, son.
I got a few minutes.
Can I give you a lift?
-It's only a couple blocks.
I'll see you at home later, OK?
-OK.
-It's inspirational.
I mean, I'm only sorry I didn't think about it first.
-Give me a break, Lane.
Your mother would swallow the medicine chest.
-Promises, promises.
-And what would you do with the thing?
The whole police department's gotta be looking for the car.
-I'd sell it to some sleazy used car dealer
and buy myself a convertible.
Then I'd spend what I had left on a trip to Hawaii.
-Yeah.
-Mmm, I'm in.
-How about you, Lane?
-Well, I wouldn't steal a car for the money.
[buzzes]
-OK.
So if, uh, if Mike delivers an average of 33 newspapers
every six minutes, and Larry delivers
an average of 22 newspapers every eight minutes,
working together, how long's it going
to take them to deliver 248 papers?
STUDENT: Who cares?
-Lane?
-Why don't you ask someone who's going to do it for a living?
[laughter]
-Because I'm asking you, Lane.
-31 minutes.
STUDENTS: Ooh!
All right.
-Correct.
You'd be surprised how often you can reduce everyday activities
to algebraic equations.
-Yeah, I find myself doing that all the time.
[laughter]
-Mr. McQuaid, you could do one for us now.
-[snorts] Pass.
-Ha.
Not unless you come up with an equation.
[laughter]
-If Mike can rip off an average of one car stereo per eight
minutes, and he's got to deliver 10 car stereos to his fence,
then, uh, how long will the job take?
-Don't you have to find out if Mike [? gotsmith ?] and Tony
[? jabben ?] have the cars?
-Oh yeah, are all the cars from the same lot?
Or what's the story on that?
[laughter]
[dismissal bell]
-OK.
Your, uh, midterms are graded.
Pick them up on the way out.
-Hey, nice hat.
-Nice shirt.
-Excuse me, Mr. Wickenton.
I believe there's been some kind of mistake.
You took off full credit on these problems.
-Well, you used the wrong formula.
-Yeah, but shouldn't I get some points?
I mean, the wording of this problem was kind of misleading.
-It was clear to the rest of the class.
-Well, how about an oral exam for extra credit?
-The grade stands, Drew.
Relax.
An 87 isn't the end of the world.
-Must have been a mess, huh?
-Nah.
Just the opposite.
The only trace left were a set of tire tracks
down the middle of the mall.
--[laughs] Clean-up squad must have put in some serious
overtime.
-Oh, yeah.
Listen, Judy?
-Yeah?
-I think you're real different, you know?
From the other girls, I mean.
I just, uh, wanted to tell you that.
-Well, I'm glad you did, Ricky, and I
think you're really sweet.
-We all do, Rick.
Listen, you want to get yourself in gear?
I've got people waiting.
-We'll talk again later, OK?
-Listen, Ricky.
I think it's real cute and all you're trying to hit on Judy.
Why don't you save yourself a lot of embarrassment.
Hey, Ricky.
What kind of wine goes with pepperoni?
Red or white?
[shrieking]
-Believe me, Wally, it's time to fly!
Wally!
-Thought you said these guys from South Central's
supposed to be tough.
-McQuaids.
-Don't forget your bus pass this afternoon.
-Showtime, Wally.
-[groaning]
-What do we got?
Huh?
-No!
[ripping sound]
-Ow!
-Hey, full wedgie removal.
I perfected that move myself in, uh, summer camp.
Uh, July '75.
-What else you got, Wally?
Huh?
Ooh, pay day.
Pay day!
Thank you very much.
-What is wrong with you people?
We're friendly.
-Hey, Tom Sawyer, come over here.
We want to talk to you.
-What do you say we just forget about that?
-What, you guys want to be friends?
-Well, you know your way around.
Place has got a lot of potential for the right guys.
-You want to do business in this school,
just make sure it isn't mine.
-I'm beginning to like this guy.
[knocking]
-Yeah?
-Mahoney from Westside Division just called, Captain.
Some kid was just busted for shoplifting at the mall.
-Yeah.
So?
-Well, this kid was wearing a $10,000 Rolex.
-Is something special about these shades, Lane.
I lost my old pair.
-Ah.
Maybe you lost your old watch also?
And lifted a Rolex to replace it.
-No, I don't think so, Captain.
The watch is mine.
-You got a receipt?
-I bought it on the street.
OK, the watch isn't mine.
It's my father.
You can ask him about it, when my folks come back
from the Orient if you'd like.
-You drive, uh, what line?
A BMW, right?
-Yeah.
-Handle pretty well?
-Yeah.
-How is it compared to say, uh, a Porsche.
944 Turbo?
Like the one that was stolen?
-Look.
Captain Fuller.
We both know that I'm going to pay a little fine.
And go right on living the kind of lifestyle
that you only see in pictures.
So why don't we put Perry Mason to bed,
and we'll just wait here for my father's attorney to arrive?
-Jeez.
You know?
I wish you were my kid, Lane.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
You wouldn't smile for a week.
-If I was your kid, I'd be living in a house
the size of my game room.
-So what's the story on the watch?
-It's not listed on these stolen property reports.
We won't know for sure until we talk to Lane's father.
-Does anything stolen turn up on these reports?
-And that's the weird part, Hanson.
As far as we can tell, none of this stuff made to the street.
-Maybe this guy's a nonprofit thief.
-Or he just doesn't know how to get rid of it.
What we need is a way to force some of this merchandise
out into the open.
-Wally, are we, uh, are we having fun?
No.
-Huh?
-No.
-I can't hear you.
-No!
-Are you beginning to understand what I'm telling you?
-Yeah.
-What?
-Yeah.
-I got all day, Wally.
All day.
-[gasping]
-Huh?
Harder.
-All right!
-All right?
-I give!
-You give?
-I give!
-[chuckles] All right.
Come on, man.
There's $50 there.
-So, Wally, today I get a little bonus.
Come here.
I tell you what.
You've been a good boy today, Wally, really good boy.
Today, we skip the wedgie.
Beat it.
-Hey.
What's Wally good for?
-Hey, he's my action, McQuaids.
It's not like the little wussy worked for this money.
-Hey, Drew.
You're in Judy's Spanish class next, right?
You mind giving her this?
-Give it to her yourself, man.
-Come on, what's the big deal?
-Hey, look, it's not going to happen.
OK?
Can't you see that?
Why would she want you?
-Back off, man.
Hey, what's your problem?
-Look, she's just being nice.
That's how Judy is.
That's all it is.
-I don't think so.
I
-Hey man, how's it going?
-Fine.
You?
-Well, that's kind of why I, uh--
I was-- I wanted to ask you-- can-- can
I-- can I ask you something?
-Think you want to take that chance?
-I-- I want to make you a business proposition.
Uh, I'll pay you $25 a week to be my bodyguard
and keep these guys from South Central off of me.
-Go away.
-OK, $40.
All right, $75.
Now, that-- that is my allowance for the week.
Look, my dad owns a-- a stereo store.
I can get you stuff for free, if you want.
Come on, man.
They don't leave me alone.
And I don't even do anything.
-You got a problem with your hearing?
-What was that all about?
-Nothing.
-Let me down.
-Can't hear you, Wally.
-Let me down!
-Trust me, you're going to feel a lot better
after your nice shower.
-Hey, Sawyer.
Why don't you leave the kid alone?
-Now, why don't you shut up, Wilder,
or you're going in next.
Come on, Wally, you're going to like this.
Move!
-Put him down.
-Eat it.
-You must want to see what the inside of your neck looks like.
-[scoffs] Drop.
This doesn't concern you, McQuaid.
-Yeah, it does.
Wally's our new friend.
And from now on, we're shaking him down.
-Like hell you are.
-Tommy!
-You know, you two are beginning to get on my nerves.
-Come on, you guys, open the door!
[squeals]
TOGETHER: Heh.
[school bell]
-McQuaids.
-Sawyer.
Come on over here.
Bring your bat.
This is the guy I was telling you about.
-You know, I might just use this on you two guys.
-You want to get hurt?
Or you want to make some money?
-What are you talking about?
-He's a little slow but, uh, he's cool.
-Eric converts merchandise into hard currency.
-Yeah?
-Yeah.
-Brand name electronics, laptop computers,
even musical instruments can bring you $0.40 on the dollar
if you're interested.
-What, like a tuba?
-And if any of you guys got any information,
I got a buyer lined up for that Porsche that
got ripped off the other night.
-What kind of terms?
-Say, uh, 10% finder's fee.
-So, uh, Eric here gets $0.40 cents on the dollar
for a Porsche that's worth $30 grand.
So that's--
-That's uh, it's uh, $12,000.
-Right, and 10% of $12,000 is--
-It's $1,200.
-Very good.
I give you an A.
-Thank you.
-You're welcome.
-So how about a night off from the books, huh?
-Yeah!
Sounds like a plan.
-You want a lift?
-Nah, it's OK.
I like the walk.
-OK. well, suit yourself.
-Ciao, see you later.
-When exactly were you planning on showing me this, Drew?
-You went through my stuff?
-As long as you're living under my roof, Drew,
you don't have any stuff.
-Look, Dad, one 87 isn't going to hurt me.
-You must think that the universities are just
going to give money away to anybody who asks.
-No, I don't think that.
-Do you think they're looking for B-average students, who
use the word "gonna" in their vocabulary?
-I'm not a B-student.
-This test is an embarrassment.
-I want you hitting those books.
-Look, I'll be back in an hour.
OK?
I just want to go out with my friends for once.
-I didn't move us into this school district,
so you could learn how to talk back to your father!
Besides, they're not your friends, Drew.
-Yes, they are.
-Real friends wouldn't drag you down.
And I don't want to hear another word.
DREW: No!
Sto-- Dad!
Please, stop!
[cracking sounds]
[ANGUISHED] Stop!
-So where to now, guys?
-How about your house?
-A little snack?
A little menage a trois?
-Ah, he keeps sleepwalking.
-Lane, get out of my car.
-Judy- I'm touched.
-Whoa, Judy!
Who's the secret admirer?
-[sighs]
-Now what did he think?
I'd see some jewelry and then all of a sudden
get hot for him?
--[sniffs] That's the way it usually works.
Yeah,
-Choke on it, Penhall.
-No, no, I'm serious.
11th grade, Winnie Bolen.
A red haired, flat chested wench with a mouth
like yesterday's garbage.
-A rare find these days.
-Only she didn't know I was alive.
So I bought her this amazing gold ID bracelet.
Spent everything I made caddying that summer.
Must have been about $300.
-You spent $300 on some high school girl?
-Ioki, I was in love.
Once she saw that bracelet, so was she.
-And just how long did this relationship
grounded in trust and friendship last?
-Three weeks.
Hey!
It's still the best three weeks of my life!
My point is Ricky's hormones are all out of whack.
He ain't thinking straight.
-Well, the bracelet's the real thing.
Worth about $450.
-Prices have gone up.
-Where did he rip it off from?
-Hasn't shown up on any teletypes yet,
so for now it's still a gift.
-Can we send in a couple uniforms into Ricky's house?
-Not without a search warrant.
-Oh, Captain, that bracelet obviously
wasn't meant as a friendship gift, you know what I mean?
I just hate to lead Ricky on.
-So don't.
Go see him.
Tell him he's misjudged the situation.
And while you're there, check out
the place for stolen property.
Great.
I can see if he's hiding a Porsche under his bed.
-Uh, under the bed's inadmissible, Hoffs.
Anything you find's got to be out in the open.
-I knew that.
-Look, let's not rule out. .
Ricky could've made this buy from Lane or Sawyer
or some other player.
Maybe what we need to do is put together a little sting
operation.
You know, hold out a carrot.
See who bites.
-Think I got just the guy who can help us.
CAPTAIN: Good.
-What?
-No.
-No?
-Well, I thought it was funny.
You think it was funny?
Hey, he thought it was funny.
I guess you've got no sense of humor, huh, Wally.
Huh?
Huh!
[ripping sound]
-What?
Come on-- what are you doing?
Come on--
-What, you're going to be a gym coach when you get older, Wall?
[blows whistle]
TOGETHER: Hello!
-You whistled?
-Go away.
-I told you.
Wally is ours.
-What is with you guys?
I thought we were in business together here.
-We are.
-You see, we turn you on to our friend Harry.
And in appreciation, you sign Wally over to us.
-Well, what if that's not all right with me.
What if I want to keep Wally for myself?
-He rough you up?
[cheers]
-Wally, Wally.
It's payday, Wally.
-Oh, hey, no problem.
-We don't want money.
We want lunch.
-Whoa.
What are you guys doing?
My dad's going to go nuts.
-Don't worry.
He'll put everything back.
-Look.
I-- I-- I-- can't let you guys do this.
-Eh!
-Come on, I'm not even allowed in here.
-Here we go.
He's got a delivery today at 5 o'clock.
A whole truckload of CD players.
-Come on, guys.
You're-- you're not going to rip off my dad's store?
-Wally.
Relax.
Truth is we're undercover police officers.
-Yeah, right.
[phone rings]
-[SLEEPILY] Yeah?
-Hey, what are you doing?
You sick or something?
-I'm sleeping.
-Sleeping?
Drew, man, it's lunchtime.
Put on a tie and--
-Drew, you missed your history mid-term, you idiot.
-Yeah, I know.
I kind of felt like blowing it off.
-You felt like blowing off your midterm?
-Drew.
Proud of you.
Hey, listen, you want to meet us for lunch?
I got reservations at La Rouge.
-Yeah.
Sounds good.
Um, look I-- give me 15 minutes, OK?
-OK.
-Like it?
Of course, I like it.
I love it.
It's beautiful.
But it must have cost a fortune.
-Eh.
I have a job.
-You really shouldn't spend so much money, Ricky.
-Why?
Wanted you to have it, Judy.
-Ricky!
-I'm sorry.
Um, I-- I thought you wanted to-- uh.
I-- I don't know what I-- wanted-- um--
-It's OK.
It's OK.
It's just-- look, I think you're a great guy,
and I really like you, but just not in that way.
I'm sorry.
-It's all right.
No big deal, you know.
-I hope we can still be friends.
-God, I hate it when a girl says that.
-Has everyone been tipped off about the CDs?
-Did everything but announce it over the PA, Coach.
-First time I ever saw Sawyer smile.
-OK.
Let's go see who swallows the bait.
TOGETHER: Come in, Coach.
[sirens]
-Hold it right there.
-So who do we have here?
Hmm?
TOGETHER: Ricky.
-So why did you do it, Ricky?
-I don't know.
-I was stupid.
Haven't you ever done anything stupid in your life?
Look, I never stole anything before, I swear it.
Give me a lie detector, if you want.
-What about your friend?
Jerome Sawyer?
-He come into any money lately?
Maybe a new car?
-No.
Hey, wait a minute.
I don't know anything about that Porsche, man.
I wasn't home when the thing was ripped off.
I swear!
-I asked you about Sawyer.
-No.
I mean yeah, he talks like he would, no problem,
but he wouldn't.
Look, I did it for the money.
Trying to impress some girl.
I will never do something like this again.
I swear it.
Just please let me go.
Please.
-We set Ricky up, Captain.
Maybe not according to the letter
of the law, but we are responsible.
-I don't think so.
-He was an honest kid, until we went in
and starting manipulating his life.
-Look, nobody forced him to rip off an electronics store,
Hoffs.
-Oh, really.
-Well, I gave him the motive, and the McQuaids
shoved the method and opportunity right
down his throat.
-The bottom line is the decision was still Ricky's to make.
Hmm?
-No, the bottom line is he was just
a 16-year-old kid with a crush who made a mistake.
-Look.
I'm not saying this is always going to be a smooth ride.
But now is not the time to reassess
the concept of the Jump Street program.
-What's going to happen to him.
-He'll be charged.
-Well, can't we call the Assistant DA?
Ricky's got no priors.
Maybe we can get them to drop the charges.
Look, Captain, we set that kid up
for a fall he never would have taken.
And we were wrong.
The innocent guy took the bait.
-I'll see what I can do.
-Yeah?
-We just got a call and set up a meet with Ioki.
-Sawyer.
-Drew Wilder.
-What's this place?
-Guy I know lives here.
He doesn't drive.
He lets me use the garage for storing stuff.
-[SING SONG VOICE] You've been a busy camper.
-I never really thought about selling this stuff till now.
-So why'd you steal it?
-Money for college.
I don't think I'm going to get a scholarship.
So what do you think I can get for it?
-Well, um-- just off the top of my head,
I would say, three to five years.
[sirens in distance]
-What do I tell people at work tomorrow?
What am I supposed to say to them, Drew?
-I don't know.
-You don't know?
-Do you know why you did it?
Can you tell me that?
-I don't know.
I just did it.
-For what?
For fun?
For money?
Clothes I buy you aren't good enough for your friends?
You had to wear a question mark on your jeans?
-Look, I just-- I just wanted them to like me.
-I didn't make sacrifices for you to worry about being liked.
-Well, I'm sorry.
-You're sorry?
You wait till we get home.
-What are you going to do?
Beat me again?
I never asked you to sacrifice nothing.
-The proper word is anything.
I tried to give you the best.
But you're just too damn selfish to see it.
-I know.
I'm too selfish, too lazy, to spoiled.
I have no respect, no consideration, no ambition.
My grades stink.
My friends stink.
I stink, OK?
I'm a lousy son.
The worst.
-You just watch how you talk to me, Drew.
-Oh, I forgot.
I talk back.
Forget it, man.
Nothing I do satisfies you.
-Because I expect you to use your full potential.
-Full potential?
I bring home a 98.
And you ask what happened to the other two points.
Nobody's got that much potential!
-Ahem, Mr. Wilder, bail's been posted.
Your son's free to go now.
-We'll finish this discussion when we get home.
-You mean, you'll finish it.
-Mr. Wilder, you might want to give some thought
to what your son was telling you back there.
Sounds like he's under a lot of pressure.
-Don't tell me how to raise my kid, Captain.
-Yeah, he's doing such a great job on his own.
-Come on!
-You're over the line, Mr. Wilder.
-Unless disciplining my son is a crime, Captain,
you're over the line.
-I'm starting to get this real bad feeling.
-Like Mr. Wilder's not going to be satisfied grounding Drew.
-It's not like we're out of our jurisdiction or anything,
right?
-No, we're just visiting a friend.
-Right.
And if Mr. Wilder's been beating on his son,
we'll chuck him out the window.
-Yeah, there we might run into a few problems.
-Hey, hey, Drew!
You OK?
-Yeah, I'm fine.
-Where's your father?
-In the house, You know, I told him not to hit me.
Told him a bunch of times, you know?
-Hanson!
Call an ambulance.
SAWYER: Wally!
Wally.
Wally, I've been thinking.
You ain't going to always have the McQuaids to hide behind.
-Well, you should be in a full-body cast by then.
-Yeah, well, if that's the case, I
might as well drop kick your face right here and now.
Get the whole thing over with, huh?
Or we could call a little truce.
-Truce?
You mean, you'd stop coming after me,
and I get the McQuaids to lay off of you?
-Yeah, truce.
I figure you must have enough trouble just
being the biggest dweeb in the entire school.
So we got a deal?
-I don't think so.
Kind of like the situation the way it is, you know?
I'll let you know, OK?
Hey, guys!
-Wally, we was looking for you.
-Yeah?
I was thinking.
You guys want to go see a movie or something?
Sometime?
-Wally, we got some bad news.
We're moving again.
-Old man got another transfer.
-Transfer?
Whoa.
You can't leave.
I'm sorry but that-- that just won't be possible!
-Wally, we can't protect you for the rest of your life.
You're going to learn how to take care of yourself.
Come on!
Be a man!
-We salute you.
-Sawyer!
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