Will:
Hey, Charlie. You can go home now.
[Charlie, a tall, gangly, unkempt young man, lumbers out of the jail cell, hungover]
Charlie - Drunk in Jail:
Thanks, Marshal! Sure appreciate it, certainly do. You don't happen to know if the saloon's open?
Will:
I said, go home, Charlie.
[He shoves Charlie's jacket and bowler hat into his arms]
Charlie - Drunk in Jail:
Yes, sir.
[Charlie darts out the jail door]
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