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It's been a long time since

I've been to this part of the country.

You know they got a town around here

that's actually got a law against parading a goose

down Main Street?

So don't get any big ideas.

JAKE: We can't help but wonder

how much difference one person makes in the world.

We look inside ourselves, questioning if we have

the capacity for heroism and greatness.

But the truth is,

every time we take an action, we make an impact.

Every single thing we do

has an effect on the people around us.

Every choice we make sends ripples out into the world.

Our smallest acts of kindness

can cause a chain reaction of unforeseen benefits

for people we've never met.

We might not witness those results,

but they happen all the same.

You're listening to Golden Voice Oliver on 670 AM,

wishing you and yours an exceptional morning.

Reminding you that today is Community Service Day.

Take a moment today to reach out to others,

to help someone,

to help make this world a better place.

That goes for you, Margaret, out in Williamette,

who called in today with a simple song request.

Hold on, buddy.

Nothing.

Buddy, look, I know you're hungry,

but if we can just stay on the road a little longer.

(alarm chirps)

Tire pressure? How is that possible?

(tire thudding)

Damn it!

MAN: Nell, are you here?

Back from your

meeting already?

Yeah, it was much shorter than I expected.

And I thought I'd better tell you

this news in person.

Simon, you're not fired, are you?

Quite the opposite. I told them

that after these three new accounts have opened in Iraq,

I wanted to stay in one place for a while.

They turned around and offered me a promotion.

It's in Paris.

Paris?

Yeah. It's a one-year

contract, to open up a new branch of our company there.

I'll be supervising 67 people.

So you mean moving.

Yes, but I wouldn't have to travel anymore.

I'd be based in one city.

We'd actually get to see each other

every night, every weekend.

When do you have to decide?

Well, it's not my decision. It's our decision.

I want you to be happy.

I know you do.

Okay, let me make some calls,

find out what kind of housing allowance we get.

Okay.

BOY: Quester's Log.

The time has come for me to become a man

so that I can contribute to my family in its time of need.

But reading about Fellowships does not a Ranger make.

I must venture out and brave the wilderness alone.

Here, I will survive on my own for a full seven days.

And when I finish my Survivor Quest,

my parents will see

they no longer have to worry about me,

and that I am capable of more than they know.

Quester's Log out.

I wonder how the hell that happened.

Can I help you?

Hey, you look a lot like this fellow that

used to live around here,

Martin Bohm, only a hell of a

lot older and beat to crap.

You got a lot of nerve coming back here,

I'll give you that.

Nice to see you, too, Brayden. Look, we're

just passing through. If I could just get

some air for my tire, we'll be on our way.

Air is for customers.

Right. Well, while we're here, (alarm chirps)

we might as well get some gas.

Jake?

Jake, give me the keys.

Jake, no! Wait!

Are you kidding me?!

Welcome back!

I wish I could help you.

Brayden, it's not brain surgery. I lost my keys.

I need to have another set made.

This can't be the first time this has ever happened.

You lost your keys?

'Cause it looked a lot like your kid threw 'em away.

Are you telling me that there isn't

a single locksmith in this entire town?

That's Lanford. But he's out on a run in his tow truck.

Well, can I have his number, please?

It's right up there.

Thank you.

(sighs)

My phone is locked in the car. Can I use yours?

Knock yourself out.

OLIVER: Somebody actually just e-mailed me a list

of 67 Good Deeds to Change the World,

something inspired by Nelson Mandela. (phone rings)

Now if you're out there and you're wondering,

"What can I do to help?"

Well, I got a couple thoughts right here.

One thing you can do, you can actually organize

a litter cleanup in your area.

Hi, my name is Martin Bohm. I'm at Brayden's Garage.

I lost my keys. I need to have another set made.

If you can get back to me as soon as possible,

I'd really appreciate it. Thank you.

Be gentle, son. She's a classic.

Henry?

Martin?

(chuckles)

Martin Bohm?

What are you doing in town?

We just pulled off the highway. Flat tire.

Flat tire? That's it? You're not here for a visit?

No, just passing through.

This is some coincidence, you and I

in the same gas station.

Yeah, some coincidence.

Henry, I want you to meet my son.

This is Jake.

Jake, this is Henry.

He was my first boss here at the local paper.

He inspired me to become a reporter.

By "inspired" he means "tortured him"

with quotes from the A.P. Stylebook.

(Martin chuckles)

Jake!

He doesn't talk.

HENRY: Well, makes a big improvement

over you, doesn't it?

Well, it's good to see you, Martin.

Let's get coffee the next time you're in town.

Well, what about now? It's gonna be a while before we can leave.

Well, I don't know

what it was like for you at the New York Herald,

but at my little paper, you gotta stay

on the clock if you're gonna make a living.

Thanks for ringing me out, son.

Good to see you.

It was great to see you, Henry.

You want to keep your kid away from the car?

MARTIN: Jake, what are you doing?

I don't know much about cars, but this doesn't look right.

Whoa.

Brake lines are cut clean through.

You sure? Pretty old car.

They couldn't have just worn out?

You're right, you don't know much about cars.

Jake, I'll be right back.

Mr. Williams, this is Brayden at the repair shop.

Call me as soon as you get this.

You really think they were cut?

Jake and I can

walk down to the newspaper office.

You go find Mr. Williams,

get him back here as soon as possible.

This was no accident.

Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com

I used to go to that place around 3:00 a.m.

Half-price pizza slices.

You'll eat anything when you're facing a deadline.

Back in the day, you couldn't even get

a parking spot on this street.

The college is still here.

Okay, here we are, buddy.

You know what? There's another entrance

around the corner. Come on.

Beth?

Martin?

What are you doing here?

We were on the interstate and got a flat.

When we got into town, my keys went missing.

I was looking for Henry.

I didn't think I'd find you.

Well, I work here now.

As a writer?

No, I'm a office manager.

I have been ever since you left.

I guess Henry got so used to me hanging around

while you were here,

he just decided to put me on the payroll.

Hello there.

I'm sorry. This is my son Jake.

Don't expect too much conversation,

he communicates in his own way.

Jake,

this is Beth Young.

Oh, Cooper.

Oh, of course.

Beth and I were friends when I lived here.

Hi, Jake.

Is Henry around?

He wasn't when I stepped out

for coffee... I haven't

seen him all day.

You want to come in and see where

your daddy used to work?

- Is that all right? - Yeah.

MARTIN: Thank you.

BETH: Henry taught me how to keep the books,

and gave me a job when half the town was out of work.

How long after I left did the mill close?

A couple years maybe.

The good news is we have Western Pacific Glass Company now,

and they're expanding.

So we've got construction sites all over town.

So the place is coming back.

That's good to hear.

Hey...

what do know about the story Henry's working on now?

Why?

I ran into him over at the garage.

Brayden was working on his car.

After Henry left, Brayden found something.

Said he thought that someone cut the brake lines.

Oh, my God.

Would someone really want to hurt Henry?

I can't even imagine that. This is a small town.

(speed-dialing phone)

He's not answering.

Henry, it's Beth.

Give me a call, please.

Does Henry still keep his notes in shorthand?

Uh, yeah, but... I can't read them.

I can.

Look...

if someone's really trying to hurt Henry

because of a story he's writing,

I need to read his notes.

You'd have the key to his office, right?

Would you care for some lunch?

I'm not hungry, thanks.

I called the company, they're gonna pay for the move,

and housing allowance for the first three months.

Oh, that's good news.

- Yeah, it is. - Yeah...

Are you all right?

Yes. I was just feeling a little under the weather,

but nothing serious.

Listen...

we don't have to talk about Paris now.

No, no.

We should.

I'm proud of you.

It's a big opportunity.

Well, it is for both of us, Nell.

We could start again.

I love you...

and I want...

I love you, too.

(sighs)

(low growling)

What do we say to our enemies?

Not today!

Hey, buddy.

You found a couple more. Thank you.

- Can you make sense of it? - Yeah.

Henry created his own shorthand, first thing he ever taught me.

I used this on every story I ever broke at the Herald.

Please tell me you told him that.

He has a drawer full of clippings.

Every article with your name on it.

Yeah. You thought I was heartbroken when you left?

He took it just about as hard.

I'm sorry.

- No. - I-I shouldn't...

It's okay.

Henry wanted the same thing you did.

He was proud of you.

I must've thought about calling Henry a thousand times.

Then after a while, I just got

embarrassed that I hadn't.

Always thought I'd get around to it.

Then my wife died, and...

I gave up everything to take care of Jake.

The truth is, I haven't written anything in years.

What is that?

BETH: These... look like chemical tests.

"Maple. Bristol. Anita."

Uh, those are all streets on my side of town.

These are all addresses.

One of them has to lead to Henry's source.

Look, I'm not the most popular person in this town.

(chuckles) Maybe you could come with me.

Maybe I could.

(birds chirping)

MAN: Is somebody there?

Please! Help me!

Please, help me.

Help me.

Your leg is really messed up.

It might be broken.

Oh, man.

What are you doing out here by yourself?

A deer ran in front of my truck. I clipped it.

I saw it hobble off into the woods, so I went after it

to see if I could help,

but then...

My... ah, my heart started pounding,

and... everything went dark.

I must have fallen down the hill.

I woke when I heard you scream.

It was a battle cry.

Sounded like a scream.

(groans)

Okay, we need to get you to a doctor.

Can you walk?

- I can try. - Okay.

Come on. (groans)

(groans)

Okay. (grunts)

Do you know which way the road is?

Nope, I'm a little turned around.

Okay, the moss on that tree says this way is north.

Come on.

(clattering)

Looks like someone's home.

Jake, you stay right with me.

MARTIN: Nick Fowler?

- Who's asking? BETH: - I'm Beth Cooper.

We may have met.

Um, you work at the glass company?

Yeah.

Oh, so does my husband. Travis?

He's heading up the new construction?

- This is my friend Martin Bohm. - Hi.

That's some burn you've got there.

What can I do for you?

We are looking for Henry Williams.

- Why would I know where he is? - Oh, we were

going through his notes, your name and address came up.

- We were just wondering why. - I don't know what that

son of a bitch is up to, but it's got nothing to do with me.

- Now get off my property, or I'll call the cops. - Okay, it's all right.

Sorry.

Come on, Jake, we gotta go.

What was that?

I don't know. But he was scared.

Did you see the burn on his arm?

Henry's source must have led him here.

Hell, he might even be Henry's source.

He said he worked for the glass company, right?

Well, to manufacture glass,

you need toxic chemicals, corrosives.

So you think Nick

was burned on the job?

I don't know.

The bigger question is what could Henry possibly

be writing about that would make someone want to hurt him?

Even kill him?

Money?

The conditions at the plant?

I don't believe that.

It can't be happening again.

(glass shatters, tires squealing)

Jake! Jake!

Oh, my God!

"Stop asking questions."

Someone's watching his house.

OLIVER: And you're listening to 670 AM.

Next up, a tune that takes me way back.

BETH: Okay, thank you so much.

Uh, the police are sending a car to take a report.

Okay, good, when they get here,

I think it's time we tell them about Henry.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Thanks for having us in your house.

Oh, of course.

It looks like Jake has made a new friend.

Wow.

(chuckles) Don't worry, Charlie is great with kids.

Lemonade?

- That'd be great. - (chuckles)

How many kids do you have?

Two-- Sam and Mia--

but usually it's more like a circus.

You always wanted two.

You remember.

- There's a lot of things I remember. - (pouring)

So how is New York, Martin?

Is it everything you always thought it would be?

Yes and no.

(sets down glass)

Do you know how hard it was for me to leave here?

I know how hard it was to watch you go.

I look around here

at your house, you.

It's a nice life.

Yeah, it is.

Can't help but wonder

what it might have been like if I hadn't left.

I'm, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Hey, buddy.

Beth,

Mrs. Huffman saw you driving with a blown out window

and called me at work. What the hell happened?

- Are you okay? - No, no, I'm fine, everything is fine. The police are on their way.

I was with Martin.

Martin?

Martin Bohm?

Hi, Travis.

What are you doing here?

Henry's gone missing.

Someone was tampering with his car.

Beth was just trying to help me find him.

I think you should leave.

No, no, Martin's only trying to help.

Come on, Beth, can't you see,

he shows up and all this stuff starts happening?

He's making a mess because that's what he does.

- No. - But you don't stick around

long enough to clean up after, do you?

- Travis. - No, he's right.

- We should leave. - No, Henry could be

in real danger.

Can I talk to you for a minute, please?

I'm s...

(whispering): I'm sorry.

(sighs)

He wants to move to Paris.

How do you feel about that?

I, um, I don't think it's very practical.

No, we... own a lot of stuff,

and the storage costs

would be prohibitive.

You've spoken in, in our sessions before

about leaving London, getting a fresh start

in another city.

Yes.

No more beautiful a city than Paris.

Yes,

but we live here.

I mean, what are we gonna do with her things?

You know, her furniture,

her dolls.

We'd have to move them.

We'd have to...

box them up and ship them

and set them up in another room

in another apartment in another country.

And that doesn't make much sense,

does it?

Have you told Simon how you're feeling?

(quietly) No.

He's... He's ready to move on.

Simon loves you.

He'll wait.

He shouldn't...

because I realize...

I'm never going to move past this.

What are you saying?

I'm gonna ask Simon for a separation

so he can move on with his life

without me holding him back.

Now, perhaps you should take some time

to think about it, hmm?

Well, nothing's gonna change.

We were a family,

parents of a child

that we created together,

and we can't go back

to being two people.

Simon said...

we can't just be the sadness that's between us.

And he's right.

(groaning)

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

- No, I-I'm useless. - No, son.

I'm supposed to be out here proving myself, and it's just the opposite.

My parents, they need help.

My dad's out of work, and they're worried about money.

That's not for you to deal with.

Y-You're just a kid.

That's what they said.

I guess they were right.

- I'm worthless. - Hey,

you knew that moss thing; I didn't know that.

Really?

Okay, I might have, but I'd kind of forgotten it.

The moss doesn't help us unless we can find the road.

Man, I should've left the bow and arrow at home

and brought a GPS and a cell phone.

(man talking in distance) Some Doritos.

Hang on. You hear that?

OLIVER: I was out of a girlfriend, out of a house...

I think that's my radio.

Things were not looking rosy for good ol' Oliver.

- I had this golden voice... - Okay, okay, come on.

...but nobody was there to hear it,

and that's when a relative stranger

reached out to me in public

and changed my life forever.

- (phone ringing) - TRAVIS: What is he doing here?

- BETH: He's trying to help Henry. - TRAVIS: Did he know Henry

was in trouble when he showed up at the house?

- Did he show up at the house? - No, he came to the paper.

Henry, where the hell are you?

Who's this?

It's Martin.

I need Beth.

Someone took two of my notebooks right off my desk.

Yeah, someone just threw a brick through Beth's windshield.

Is she okay?

Yeah, she's fine. Henry, I've got your notes.

I know about the story.

The police are on their way over.

You need to tell them what you have.

No, no, no, no. Uh...

I go to the police, I'll lose my source.

Then knock down some other doors, Henry.

Get another source.

Someone cut the break lines to your car.

This has gone too far. You need to go to the police.

No.

Look, um, come to the newspaper.

Bring the journals.

- I'll tell you everything. - Henry...

(beeps) H-Hello?

Hello?

Who was that?

Henry. Look, I'm sorry I used your phone. His name came up

on the caller ID. He doesn't want us to talk to the police.

He wants me to go down and meet him at the paper.

He said he'd explain everything.

Okay, well, go. I'll take care of Jake.

He can stay here with me; I can reach you at the paper

if I need to.

Thanks, but I don't think that's a very good idea.

I'm so sorry about everything.

Hey, buddy,

come on, we got to go.

Jake, we need to go now.

You said yourself,

he has his own way of communicating.

Looks like he wants to stay.

You really think it'd be all right?

Yeah, it'll be fine.

Jake?

I have to take care of something.

I want you to stay here and do what Beth tells you.

I'll be back soon.

Thanks.

Our finest hour.

35 years on this rag, it's still the best piece

of journalism we ever ran.

What are you working on, Henry?

Bastards are getting desperate.

Henry, this is serious.

If someone's trying to hurt you,

you need to go to the police.

What happened to that know-it-all kid

who wouldn't leave me alone until I gave him a seat

at the typewriter?

As I remember,

I told you if you wanted a job here,

there was only one way to earn it, by putting...

The truth above everything else.

I remember, Henry.

Couple of weeks back, I got a phone call

from an employee of the Western Pacific Glass Company.

He said there'd been a chemical spill

at one of their new sites.

The measurements in your journal, they're soil samples.

I found traces

of hydrochloric acid

and arsenic.

You have any idea what that will do

when it hits the groundwater?

Don't you see, this is just like before.

Greedy bastards putting people at risk

just to make a few dollars.

If I call the police,

my source will be spooked.

It's over.

Look at me, Martin.

Look at this office.

This is where I have spent half my life,

and now I'm writing about band concerts and bake-offs.

I'm not you; I didn't get the call

from the New York Herald.

This is a name-making story.

And you and I both know it's my last one.

And I am so close.

How close?

That's my boy.

(chuckles)

My source at the company,

he's got documents, memos,

all the proofs I need to make this story run.

The problem is he can't risk leaving the site with them,

and I sure as hell can't be walking in there.

But you can.

(chuckles)

You're serious?

Okay, Henry.

I'll do this for you.

But then you publish the story

or you go to the police.

You got to promise me.

I promise.

The site is near Cherry Valley Road

just off the 67.

Ask for the foreman.

His name is Louis.

Just like old times.

Yeah.

See you in a little while.

(sighs)

Hello?

Anybody here?

Louis, Henry sent me.

It's okay.

TRAVIS: Martin.

What the hell are you doing here?

Are you following me?

I was heading out, you set off the silent alarm.

First I find you in my house with my wife,

and now you're breaking into one of my sites?

You don't want to do this, Travis.

What I want is pretty clear right now.

Is this how you tried to intimidate Nick Fowler?

What are you talking about?

He reached out to Henry after he was burned from the chemical runoff

that your company's trying to put in the ground.

Nick Fowler quit his job a week ago before I could fire him

for being insubordinate and lazy.

If he got burned on the job, he never reported it.

You honestly expect me to believe you?

You want to see his productivity reports?

I got a cabinet full of them.

OLIVER: Got a lost and found announcement.

These car keys were found inside a recycling truck

by members of Mr. Christy's

eight grade field trip class.

They were there sorting cans today.

If you're missing a pair of keys,

please stop by the 670 AM station at any time.

- I'll be spinning here live. - Almost there.

My cell phone's on the dash.

Dial 911.

- The battery's dead. - Oh, no.

You're gonna have to drive.

I don't know how to drive.

My dad won't even let me use the lawn mower.

When I was your age,

I was driving a combine

over 50 acres of farmland.

You want to prove yourself,

get behind the wheel.

You can do it, son.

Come on.

(groans)

Nick Fowler was never injured on the job.

That doesn't make sense.

You want to explain why someone threw a brick

through my wife's window?

Henry's working on a story.

Obviously, he's threatened someone.

Beth works for Henry.

They were sending a message.

How did you even find this site?

Who told you to come here?

Henry did.

He gave me the address.

48 Redwood.

That's the same handwriting.

Same paper.

Oh, my God.

How many construction sites do you have in the town?

Five, why?

- These are them? - Yep.

Where are we now?

Here.

The farthest away, isolated.

67.

You need to get me here now.

We're talking with the lovely Colleen from Willamette.

Colleen,

how are you doing today?

Hi, DJ Oliver.

I was at the airport today, and I found this phone

with pink bears on it, um,

with a bunch of videos from people all over the world.

So, I decided to do one of your good deeds challenges.

I'm going to make a friend from another culture.

Good deed number 67, right on.

Change the world one friend at a time.

What's your plan, Colleen?

Uh, well, I'm e-mailing my picture

to some Japanese girls

who have their Web site video on this phone.

I told them if they're ever in Oregon,

I will take them to our classic vinyl store and buy them an LP.

(laughs)

I'll let you know if they hit me back.

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ELECTRONIC VOICE: Excuse me. Photo, please.

I'm sorry?

Oh. Of course. Whoop.

- Oh. - It's all right.

I've just not eaten anything all day.

- Hey. - Okay, right.

(giggles) Here we go.

Three, two...

(screaming)

_

- Excuse me? - Help!

Help! Help!

MARTIN: I'll be right back.

Now I know why

you needed your notes back.

Martin.

What are you doing here?

You know, when we were breaking the story

about the toxic levels of asbestos in the mill,

they tried to pay me off, too, remember?

Right before we went to print, I got the call.

They said if I was willing to bury the story,

and hand over all my notes,

they'd give me a bag of cash.

Thing is, I told you... immediately.

(laughing): Oh, listen, you've got this all wrong.

Nick Fowler isn't your source. He's your partner.

The two of you are extorting money

from West Pacific Glass.

I have proof that Fowler was about to be fired right before

he injured himself staging that fake chemical spill.

That's when he came to you with the idea, the story,

hoping you could do again what you did all those years back--

make the company pay.

Except this time, the money was for you.

Henry, how could you do this?

Wrong question.

The real question is why I waited so long.

35 years. Acting like what I do makes

a bit of difference in the world.

Watching other people get their piece,

not giving a damn about anyone

but themselves.

Henry, this is fraud and extortion.

The company hasn't done anything illegal.

This town won't survive it.

You taught me everything I know.

Hell, you're the reason

I became a reporter.

What are you now, Martin?

When I first figured this out,

I thought there had to be some kind of a mistake,

that you couldn't possibly do something like this.

(engine starting)

Now you know the truth.

Kid, be careful! Be careful!

- Okay. Okay. Okay. - Watch it!

Henry!

What the hell?!

- Crap! - Oh, God.

- Hit the brakes! The brakes! - (horn honking)

Watch out! Watch out! No, not the gas. The brakes!

(panting)

Are you okay?

Don't do this to me, Martin.

I'm not doing this to you.

You did this to yourself.

(groans) (sighs)

20 years ago, we did this for the right reasons, and now,

you're doing it for money, and you don't even

care about the people you hurt.

Who are you?

I'm the guy

that made you a newspaperman, believed in you.

I gave you money so you could

move to New York.

Taught you everything you needed to know about being

a reporter. (vehicles approaching)

You're right. You did.

Truth above everything, right, Harry?

Truth above everything.

(car door slams shut)

This is the money he was trying to extort

from Pacific West Glass.

(scoffs)

Please just take me back to your house so I can get my son.

I'll be out of your way.

Sure thing.

Sir, you need to come with us.

Is she all right?

Nobody would tell me anything on the phone.

I went to the cafe, and you weren't there.

They said you left in an ambulance.

- What happened? MAN: - Not to worry.

She's right as rain.

A bump on the head is all she's got.

The baby's fine, as well.

What did you say?

Were you not aware that you're pregnant?

I heard a rather

distinctive heartbeat while you were still unconscious.

Here. Have a listen.

(heart beating)

Oh, my God, Nell.

Are you sure?

Quite sure.

167 beats per minute.

A good strong baby.

Nell, why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know.

(laughing): I didn't know.

(laughs)

Oh, Nell, I love you.

I love you, too.

You know you did a good thing for us, right?

Western Pacific Glass

is gonna bring a lot of jobs to this town.

No, that's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about that article you wrote 20 years ago,

the one that got the steel mill cleaned up.

Yeah, and shut down. Everybody lost their jobs.

Yeah. Yeah, I was one of those guys.

How is that a good thing?

Well, when I was out of work,

I had to take a construction job on a home remodel.

And it was a house owned by one of Beth's friends.

That's how Beth and I met.

If you hadn't written that newspaper article,

I never would have met her.

Not to mention, you know,

people died at that mill because of the conditions.

As much as we wanted someone to blame, you were right.

Thank you.

They say everything happens for a reason.

You believe that?

(laughs quietly)

I'm starting to.

BETH: Jake? Jake?

Jake? Jake?

Oh, I am so sorry.

He sat perfectly still

the entire time you were gone, and then he just got up

- and walked out. - He does that.

Hey, buddy. Where'd you find these?

We heard an announcement

on the radio about your car keys.

I called the station

and got 'em back for you.

Thank you.

- Jake? - Come on.

I'll give you and your dad a ride back to the garage.

(laughs)

Hey.

Be happy.

You, too.

JAKE: The point where all things were possible.

The moment when a choice was made,

or an action taken.

The breath inhaled before a first step forward.

And the most lasting chain reactions

that are started by those moments

and actions

and choices...

are always the ones that are started by love.

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