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My first time?

Dumpster in an alley.

Near 59th.

It was filled
with cardboard boxes

and tissue paper.

(sighs)

One match and...

the fire was raging
in under a minute.

WOMAN: How did that
make you feel?

Safe.

Like nothing or nobody
could hurt me.

I made those flames dance.

I was in control.

After that,
there was no going back.

I was never
going to be scared again.

(bell dings)

(both giggling)

(bell dings)

Oh, come on.

Hello?

Is there anybody out there?

Hello?

(gas hissing)

(gasping)

Help!

Somebody, please!

(screaming)

Help!

Aah! Help me.

(screaming)

Somebody help me!

(indistinct radio transmission)

(siren wails)

(indistinct chatter)

DANVILLE:
Oh, my God, Mac.

Looks like those pipes were
the source of the heat.

Someone turned this
elevator into a boiler.

TAYLOR: Somebody turned this
elevator into a torture chamber.

Our vic's name is Rita Lowman.

According to one of her
neighbors, she freelanced

a couple times a month
as a private nurse.

Security cam outside
the service entrance

captured an unscheduled visit

by the elevator repairman
early this morning.

TAYLOR:
Leonard Brooks.

Door's clear, no trip wires.

(knock on door)

NYPD!
Brooks, open up!

Go, go, go.

We're good.
Bathroom's clear, sir.

It's all clean.
It's all clear.

FLACK: Looks like he cleared
out of here in a hurry.

Notify every roll call and
media outlet in the city.

I want Brooks caught now.

What's his endgame here, Mac?

Whatever it is,

Leonard Brooks had 15
long years to plan it.

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♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Train stations, port
authority and airports

are all covered, and units
are circulating Brooks's mug.

- Anything from his P.O.?
- Hasn't heard from him in days.

Turns out Brooks has no known
friends or associates,

which doesn't shock me,
having met the man.

He's independent
and self-reliant.

Makes him even more
unpredictable.

(phone rings)

Answer it.

Just say hello.

Hello?

It's for you, Detective.

Taylor.

Sorry about the lack
of hospitality, Detective.

I wasn't expecting guests.

Brooks.

Press is wrong
about me, you know.

Don't like being called
a monster?

No, that part is accurate.

I am a monster,
but please tell those reporters

my victim was
anything but innocent.

Just surrender
and tell them yourself.

Gracious offer,
but I can't accept.

Who was she, Leonard?

Why'd you kill Rita Lowman?

I got to go now, Detective.

There's still
more work to be done.

Brooks.

(car horn honks)

(siren blares)

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ Till the beat come home,
I know you'll sing it ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ They never see your fire
till you make it out ♪

♪ Well, are you with them? ♪

♪ If not, let it go ♪

♪ You're either
going to rock the boat ♪

♪ Or have what
they're handing out ♪

♪ Now you're somewhere remote ♪

♪ They think you got
a wire broke ♪

♪ But what you hatching up? ♪

♪ Something that you wrote ♪

♪ Is going to make
a good lifeboat ♪

♪ Asylum for the torn ♪

♪ A rumbling below ♪

♪ Said if not now,
you'll never go ♪

♪ So while we wait it out ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ Till the beat come home,
I know you'll sing it ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ They never see your fire
till you make it out ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ Till the beat come home,
I know you'll sing it ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ They never see your fire
till you make it out ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ Till the beat come home,
I know you'll sing it ♪

♪ You can make it alone
if you try ♪

♪ They never see your fire
till you make it out. ♪

Fascinating.

What is?

Well, in spite of the severe
external tissue damage,

internal structures were left
surprisingly unscathed.

Based on the relative size
and condition of her organs,

our vic was in
seemingly good health.

Any external injuries sustained
prior to thermal necrosis?

No indication of penetrating
wounds or blunt force trauma.

C.O.D is hyperthermia.

Broiled, not burned.

(gasping)

SID:The infrared radiation
from above

was efficiently lethal.

Not a single flame touched her.

The stainless steel walls kept
the compartment insulated

and the intense heat contained.

Yeah.

It overwhelmed
her thermoregulatory system,

causing her core
body temp to spike.

She suffered
a debilitating drop in heart

and respiratory rate,
followed by systemic

and lethal organ failure.

Her death was anything
but quick and painless.

Hey, Sid, you see this?

Yeah, looks like a 12-step
recovery pendant.

HAWKES:
It's personalized.

Hmm?

"To Jen, with love""

Vic's first name is Rita.

So, who is Jen,

and why is Rita Lowman
wearing her necklace?

DANVILLE: You know, it
didn't make any sense, Mac.

For years, Leonard Brooks
has suffered

from sudden impulse
control disorder,

compelling him to start fires,

but he did it to cause
property damage,

never to cause bodily
harm or to take a life.

So, why does his M.O.
suddenly change?

And in such an extreme fashion?

Because, clearly, the relief
that he got from starting fires

no longer had any value.

So torture and murder
is his new drug of choice.

And when his
emotional need shifted,

he needed to find
another means to satisfy it.

- Why now?
- This is a guy

who spent a large portion
of his life in jail.

And now that's he's out,

those urges and sensations
are magnified.

They're just overwhelming.

Control may not even
be an option for him.

How do we find him?

We have to get
inside Brooks's head,

figure out the origin
of his disease.

If we can create a physiological
road map, if you will,

then we can probably
fill in a lot of blanks

and help us understand
why he targeted Rita Lowman.

Brooks said there was still
more work to be done.

There was something
in his voice, Jo.

My fear is, if we
don't catch him soon,

somebody else is going to die.

(phone ringing)

(grunting)

(grunts) (groans)

Where do you think you're going?

Get up!

You're coming with us.

Oh, oh, I got him.

Impressive.

Growing up with three older
brothers has its advantages.

Can I help you with something?

Yeah, I need a desk.

Looks a little
something like that?

Yeah, what are you
going to do with it?

My job.

Detective Jamie Lovato.

I just got my transfer
orders from Narcotics.

My cover was blown,
so now I work here.

Welcome to Homicide.

I'm Detective Flack.

As far as your desk goes,

the watch commander
handles bullpen real estate.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

FLACK:
Still no sign of Brooks.

But he's got to crawl out
from under his rock eventually.

We trace the call he
made to his apartment?

He used a burner.
Dead end.

What about our vic,
Rita Lowman?

She was living under an alias.

Rita Lowman isn't her name.

Checked every possible
database I could think of.

Turns out there's no record
of that name before 2000.

She was wearing a necklace
engraved with the name Jen.

Well, whoever Jen is,
we know that she's been living

off the grid for at least
the last 12 years.

Only reason to do that
is if you're hiding

from something or someone.

Brooks?

We need to identify her
to make a connection.

Circulate her...

The, uh... circulate...

(sighs)

Get her face across the wire.

And, uh, maybe somebody
can tell us her real name.

All right.

So, where the hell are you,
and what are you thinking?

(sirens blaring)

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(groaning)

WOMAN:
What's happening?

Is he okay?

MAN:
Can you hear me?

Sir, are you okay?
Are you okay, sir?

Check if he's breathing.
Step back.

Jimmy Clark, age 45.

Collapsed in the park
earlier today.

EMTs treated him
for a myocardial infarction.

Their efforts were
clearly unsuccessful.

- This wasn't a heart attack.
- No.

It was efficiently planned

and deliberately induced
hypovolemic shock.

C.O.D. is severe blood

and fluid loss
as an acute result

of being burned alive
from the inside out.

Precision and intelligence
behind it fits the M.O.

Leonard Brooks did this.

Burn damage is geographical.

Trajectory follows
the esophageal tract

down to the stomach.

Which is why chemical ingestion
was my initial hypothesis.

That's consistent
with the contact burns,

blisters and tissue perforations.

But not the considerable
thermal flash damage

to the gastric lining.

Whatever he swallowed,

it literally ignited a fire
inside his stomach.

So what could cause that?

(siren wailing past)

(phones ringing,
indistinct chatter)

We just got this footage
from one of our

Department surveillance
cameras in the park.

TAYLOR: Brooks stuck around
to see his plan in motion.

Looks to me like the
bastard enjoyed the show.

Pull footage from every
other security cam

in a five-mile radius.

I want to know where he went

when he walked
out of that park.

All over it.

Brooks's motive
is clearly personal.

We have to establish
his connection

to each of the victims.

LOVATO: I could tell you how the
vics are connected to each other.

Clark, vic number two?

Eight months ago, he got
popped for assault.

Pummeled some guy in a bar.

Guess who puts up
the 15 large to bail him out.

Rita Lowman,
aka vic number one.

Well, nobody fronts
that kind of cash for someone

unless they're close.

LOVATO: That's what I thought,
so I dug a little deeper.

Clark's parents died in a car
crash when he was two years old.

Had no other blood relatives,

so he became
a ward of the state.

So they're not related?

Means their paths must have
crossed someplace else.

Well, our vic number one
was a trained nurse.

Why does that matter?

TAYLOR:
Child Protective Services

employs nurses to provide
public health services

to the children they oversee.

- Exactly.
FLACK: So Clark could have been

one of her patients
when he was a kid.

Subpoena his CPS records.

Oh, they're
on their way already.

I motivated the file clerk

with a couple meatball
subs from Romeo's.

If nothing else, Lovato, you got
damn good taste in Italian.

TAYLOR:
Well, it won't be easy

connecting the dots without
knowing Rita Lowman's real name.

That's why Flack's
going to help me.

And since I still
don't have a desk,

looks like we'll be using yours.

I like her.

LOVATO: Hey, sweetie.
Yeah.

- Whoa! How you been?
- How are you?

Join the club.

My old man took me fishing
every Sunday morning.

We would... ride the first bus
out to Coney Island,

get to the pier
before anybody else.

I would get a quarter
for every fish I caught,

and then I would get
to spend the afternoon

blowing it at Astroland.

WOMAN: What's your
fondest memory of him?

BROOKS:
I don't know. My ninth birthday.

Ringling Brothers
was at the Garden, and...

my old man greased an usher
to sneak us backstage.

He convinced a clown
to dress me up,

put me in the show.

There I was... I was standing in
front of 10,000 smiling faces,

but my father, he had
the biggest smile of them all.

I remember at that moment
thinking that I...

was the luckiest kid
in the world

'cause he was my dad.

(muttering):
Zero zero three nine five two.

Jo, uh, so Jane Fonda
just called.

She said she wants
her workout tapes back.

They are not Jane's.
They're Cher's.

Cher had a workout video?

Yes, she did.

Seriously, what do you got here?

Video recordings of Leonard
Brooks' prison therapy sessions.

- 14 years' worth.
- Why don't you

call his shrink
and get the Cliff Notes?

She passed away last year,

so I've got to rely
on all these tapes

and her handwritten notes
to build a psych profile.

Well, maybe I can
save you some time.

People like Brooks spend

their entire lives blaming other
people for all their problems.

And I don't care
how rough he had it,

there's nothing on these tapes

that are going to justify
what he did to those people.

I'm just hoping there's
something on these tapes

that tells us why he did it.

All right.

Let me ask you a question,
off the record.

Shoot.

You think Mac's okay?

How do you mean?

How do I mean?
I don't know exactly.

It's just, you know, he's...

he seems off.

Well, a little off

would be pretty damn good

considering everything
he's been through.

I mean, think about it.

He suffered a
life-changing trauma,

months of painful rehab.

Yeah.

Most people would have
reexamined everything,

quit their job and be
sitting on a beach,

but not Mac.

Couldn't wait to pick up
exactly where he left off.

I think it's a miracle and a gift

that the guy's the same old
hard-ass boss he's always been.

- I worry about him.
- Look at you.

You're just an old softie.

Don't worry.

I'll keep an eye on Mac,
just in case.

Thanks.

Now, you get back
to your workout.

You wanted to see me?

It's so simple, Mac,
it's genius.

Brooks used basic chemistry
to kill Jimmy Clark.

Based on Sid's
ingestion theory,

I looked at the uneaten portion
of our vic's lunch.

Black forest turkey,
muenster on rye,

bag of chips
and a bottle of water.

I ran it all through the GC-MS.

Get this.
The food was spiked.

Well, not the food per se;
the condiment.

Mayonnaise is typically

an emulsion of egg yolk,
oil and vinegar.

This stuff had a little
something extra thrown in.

Cesium.

Which is easy to get

from any laboratory
supply house or online.

Right, so here's
what happened, okay?

Our vic takes a bite of his sandwich.

It tastes funny,
so what's his natural reaction?

To wash it down with water.

Right.

Cesium is an alkali metal.

When mixed with H2O,

the hydrogen bonds
break down into gas,

generating intense heat.

The more Clark drank,

the more severely he was burned.

And as if that
weren't bad enough,

as the cesium made its way

down the GI tract
into the stomach,

it was introduced
to digestive fluids.

Hydrochloric acid.

(popping)

Creating a violent
exothermic reaction.

The fire burned inside of him

until all the fuel
was exhausted.

How could Brooks ensure that
Clark would eat the sandwich?

The wrapper came from a
deli on 34th Street.

It's across the street
from Clark's apartment.

The deli owner told me
that Clark was a regular,

that he got his sandwich there
every single day.

He also told me that he hired
a new counter guy last week.

Leonard Brooks.

Physical description matches.

But Brooks used
the name Phil Gordon.

Brooks stalked Clark...

studied and exploited
his routines.

Flack put surveillance in the deli

- just in case Brooks comes back.
- He won't.

He's already accomplished
what he set out to do.

The question is,
what comes next?

(sighs) I am never going to
bad-mouth computer files again.

These CPS files are killing me.

This sucks.

Are you always this whiny?

Yes.

So, how long did you work
undercover narcotics?

Three and a half years.

Why'd you request
the transfer to Homicide?

Stuff happens.

Care to elaborate?

No.

Whoa.

Check this out.

Look at the name.

Jennifer Brooks.

It says there that Clark was her
foster kid starting at age 15,

but her name is Jennifer Brooks.

Jennifer...

HAWKES:
"To Jen, with love."

Jen, Jennifer...

That explains the name
on the pendant.

FLACK:
That could be Rita Lowman.

Son of a bitch.

Brooks killed his own mother
and foster brother.

(sirens wailing)

DANVILLE:Leonard Brooks was a
happy, well-adjusted kid,

and then his dad dies two days
after his ninth birthday.

Well, that's a tough
pill to swallow.

- Any indication he acted out?
- He never talked

about it, and then his life
skips ahead three years

to the time where he starts

- setting fires.
- So, sometime

between the ages
of nine and 12,

Leonard Brooks
becomes a monster.

HAWKES: Dental records
confirm our first vic

Rita Lowman was actually
Jennifer Brooks,

Leonard's birth mother and
Jimmy Clark's foster mom.

Clark lived with Leonard

and his mother
from 1980 to 1983.

And she took Jimmy in right
after her husband passed away.

HAWKES: So why assume that
kind of responsibility

- at such a difficult time?
TAYLOR: Money may have been tight.

State's foster care stipend
may have helped make ends meet.

So, we have Leonard,

his mother
and his foster brother.

God, something terrible
must've happened in that house

for him to start setting fires and
ultimately want them both dead.

He claims both his vics are guilty.

Of what?

Well, unfortunately,
Brooks has killed

- everyone who was there to tell us.
DANNY: Not yet he hasn't.

Clark wasn't Jennifer Brooks'
only foster child.

There's another little girl

by the name of Rachel Nelson.

She'd be 39 years old now.

We need to find her
before Brooks does.

♪
♪ (siren wailing)

(beeping)

(dialing)

DANNY: Any luck
locating Rachel Nelson?

Rachel Nelson...

Now Rachel Moore.

Then... and now.

Lives in upstate New York,
but currently resides at...

Weddington Rehab Clinic
in Midtown for alcohol abuse.

90 days, court order.

I'm going to try to get the...

- clinic on the phone right now.
- All right, good.

(line ringing)
No one's answering.

Something's got to be wrong.

Now, I'll notify Mac.

(sirens wailing)

(high-pitched whooshing)

(siren wailing)

WOMAN: 911 dispatch.
What's your emergency?

(coughing, panicked chatter)

(sirens wailing)

(camera shutter clicking)

DANNY:
Yo, Doc.

No sign of Rachel.
Hey.

What do you got?

It's a pretty lethal
cocktail of chemicals

despite being outdoors.

Ammonia and bleach?
Chemistry 101.

So, there was never a fire?

Just smoke. And vapors strong
enough to create chlorine gas.

All right, so he fills the...

vents with smoke and fumes
so somebody pulls

the fire alarm...
creates a diversion.

Giving people a chance
to get out...

In order to grab Rachel Moore.

Easy escape in all the chaos.

(sighs) So where'd
Brooks take her?

Now, more importantly,
how long does she have to live?

(brakes squeak)

(whimpering, crying)

(screaming)

I don't know.

Things are just...

(sighing heavily):
I feel cloudy today.

I'm just...

I'm just trying to find a
way to sort it all out.

WOMAN: When was the
last time you slept?

BROOKS: I don't know.
Days ago, maybe more.

I-I-I can't trust my mind.

WOMAN:
Nightmares again?

BROOKS (sighs): Close
my eyes and all I see

are... are hunters.

Angry and... and vicious,

all with blood on their hands.

It's my blood.

WOMAN:
It's just a dream, Leonard.

I spend so much time
in here thinking.

Thinking, thinking, thinking.

Can't forget anything.

My past just plays on this loop.

WOMAN: Well, the past
is why we're here. No!

We're here, Doc,
'cause I went back.

'Cause I tried to save someone.

(pounds table) 'Cause I did
what no one would do for me!

I heard a story
when I was a kid about a...

deer who got lost in the woods

who tried to get back
to his castle...

found himself being stalked.

They wanted blood.

To bring home the kill.

That deer just hoped that
something or someone would...

save it, protect it.

And like that,
he becomes invisible.

Unseen, unheard...

unharmed.

Vanished.

WOMAN: Is that what
you want, Leonard?

To be invisible?

Starting fires seems to be in
opposition to that want. No.

You never listen.
Can't you see?

I control fire.

No one's looking at me.

All eyes are on the flames.

And I did that... me.

Control fire.

I can't do anything else, but
I know I can control that.

How many of those have you had?

Uh... 200, one for every
hour of tape I've watched,

but the good news is,
I think I found something.

Leonard brutally murders
his mother, Jennifer Brooks,

and yet, in 14 years of therapy,
he never mentions her once?

That's strange.

Well, given the possible
history of child abuse,

he could've transferred his feelings
to something or someone else...

which is why
he doesn't mention her.

For years, Leonard suffered
from a recurring nightmare

about being hunted.

He references the story
over and over in these tapes.

It's about a deer and a castle.

And the deer's being hunted,
but he's saved

when something makes it
invisible.

The story of Saint Aidan.

So based on transference...

Brooks's mother and foster
brother are the hunters...

Leonard would consider himself
the deer...the hunted.

And in that case, what part of
the story would Rachel play,

and where's Leonard's castle?

Hey, guys.
The trace I found on the roof

came back
as silver nitrate ointment.

Used to treat burns.

DANVILLE: Yeah,
but that you could find

at any hospital, pharmacy,
doctor's office.

But get this, the ointment

was severely degraded.
Level of breakdown

suggests it's about
ten years old.

Also, the ammonia and
bleach were industrial.

A brand called Superla.

Checked it out... company went
out of business about...

- Ten years ago?
- You got it.

Burn ointment.

Ten years ago.

Leonard's mother.

Jennifer Brooks was a burn
ward nurse in three hospitals.

Two are still open.

The third has been
abandoned for ten years.

Saint Aidan's.

Saint Aidan's Hospital
is Leonard's castle.

If Brooks is setting
fire to the past,

there's a good chance
that's where he wants to end it.

(whimpering)

(crying)

BROOKS: It's payback time, Rachel.

(muffled talking)

This smell familiar?

Since canned heat is
the popular drink of choice

for a desperate drunk like you,
it just felt appropriate.

(muffled talking)

Well...

I learned that cocktail
from Mom.

(crying)

(crying in distance)

(muffled talking)

(sniffling, whimpering)

Why didn't... why
didn't you...

help me? You saw.

Please, Mommy.
No! Not again.

(thumping) (crying): Not again.
Please...

(crying): I wanted to.
Please, Lenny, I'm sorry!

I'm sorry.

FLACK:
Hey, Mac, over here.

Please, just...

just stop.

Stop wh-what?!

Stop and... be your savior?!

I was seven.

What was I supposed to do?

(whimpering)

Lenny...

The fence in the backyard,

there was that one board.

Seven over with the crack
at the top.

BROOKS: Opened
into the Winchell's yard.

They were just next door.

You could have
squeezed through.

You could have told them.

I didn't know what to say.

The truth.

We could have stopped it, all of it,

us, together.

Lenny, please, just stop this.

Just... (muffled screaming)

It has to end, Rachel.

Put the lighter out now.

Well done, Detective,

but I got to say I'm sorry
to see it come to this.

Do it, Leonard.

No. You shoot me,

I'll ignite her
before that bullet hits.

Just put it out.

No one has to die here.

Wrong!
No one innocent has to die!

Killing Rachel

because she didn't
come to the rescue

won't make your demons
go away, Leonard.

(screams)

FLACK:
Turn over!

(groaning)

Stay right there!

Don't move.
Do not move.

Stay down.

(panting)

(sobbing)

(coughs)

(panting)

There, it's all right.

He's right.

I should have done something.

(sobbing)

(sirens wailing)

I spent years replaying everything.

My mother,

the smell of cheap
whiskey on her breath,

how hot that basement was.

(thumping)

I had to stop the memories,

get control.

First your mother,

then your foster brother.

He showed up
after your father passed.

Right after the abuse started.

You were expecting

Jimmy to save you?

He was just so big.

He was like an adult.

He looked like one of the
guys in the comic books,

like some kind of superhero.

But he wasn't a superhero.

He beat you, too,
didn't he, Leonard?

Afraid that if he didn't,

he'd suffer the same fate.

When I think about it, though,
Mother was smaller,

yet it always hurt more
coming from her.

(groaning)

She used to take me to work

when she didn't know
what else to do.

I wanted nothing more
than to be loved by her.

Just, like, an ounce
of the attention she gave them.

TAYLOR:
So you hid in the chapel,

guarded by the saints.

BROOKS:
My own mother, (chuckles)

she liked them,

loved them more than me.

All those fires,

and the one that got you caught,
the one that put you away,

is the one where you went back
in to save an innocent woman.

You did the one thing
no one would do for you:

come to the rescue.

You know, it was always
only about the fire.

Always.

You think I chose
to be like this?

It's the events in our life
that shape us,

but it's our choices
that define us,

and you made the wrong
choice, Leonard.

(chuckles)
Well, it took you long enough.

But thank you.

You should know,
the guys got a pool going.

Yeah?

Let me guess:

What will last longer,
me or the plant?

(chuckles)

WOMAN:
It's just a dream, Leonard.

Starting fires seems to be
in opposition to that want.

BROOKS:
Can't you see?

I control fires.

I close my eyes,
and all I see...

Nobody can hurt me.

All eyes are on the flames.

I did that, me...

My blood...

Cloudy today...

I made those flames dance.

WOMAN:
You said starting fires

was all about you

being in control,
but is it really?

I don't know.

It's just something I feel.

Something that...

(sighs)

It's hard to explain.

Try.

It's like that moment

when you're a kid
and you first realize

how powerful the ocean is.

You step in,
and-and the water's calm,

and you hold it in your hand,

but it just slips
through your fingers.

And you think,

"Well, how strong could it
actually be?"

Feeling bold,

you wander out

into the abyss.

And by the time
you turn around,

everyone you left on shore

seems too far away to help.

That's when it hits,
this wave,

this massive current

that pulls you in
and pushes you down,

holds you there,

pinned beneath something
so strong.

It's like...

something you can't control.

All you can do is...
is hold on and fight,

but then the more you fight,
the more weary you get,

and your lungs burn
and your throat...

throbs, so you...

just let it overtake you.

You feel this...

force,

seemingly benign,

but it...

can consume and destroy you.

It's the thing
inside me, strong

in ways that nobody can see

or comprehend.

This dark undertow
that I'm powerless to stop.

I guess the fires
were really controlling me.

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