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Yeah?

I knew you'd be up.

I remember how you were
with the big cases.

Tired?

Forgot how it feels, though.

That rush you get when the case
starts to come alive.

I thought
you were just an asset.

Minor recon for the Feds.

Come on,
don't spoil my high, Harry.

I'm back in the hunt.
I've missed it.

-Just don't let them
string you along. -Really?

That's all you got for me?
Sorry I called.

I heard
you and Maddie got into it.

She's 18, and I'm her mother.

Oh, I think there's
a little more to it than that.

Eleanor?

-Eleanor

Just shoot straight with her.

I will.

I am.

I got to go, Harry.

Okay. Have a better one.

Jesus Christ.

- -

- -

- -

- -

Bitch.

Are you using the Jeep today?

-Nope. Taking my city ride.
-Mom's hounding me

to finish all that bank trust
whatever paperwork.

I'll probably stay
at her place tonight.

What's going on with the phone?

Trolls.

Trolls?

I'll make you breakfast.

Egg whites. Protein.

I'm good.

Were you here for the riots?

Yeah.

I was a street cop on Wilshire.

25 year anniversary
or something.

We've been talking about them
at my school.

City's changed a lot
since back then.

Better or worse?

Both.

But back to the elves
in your phone.

What's that about?

Sometimes,
when your name's in the news,

people blow up my accounts
with stupid anti-cop stuff.

-Like what?
-It's no big deal.

I just block them.

People you know?

Dad, obviously not.

I'm sorry you have to deal
with that.

It's easier than dealing
with the real thing out there.

Your old man's
one smart Indian, Mads.

You don't need to worry
about me.

I don't. Much.

Still need to eat breakfast.

Lost his head over a woman.

With a tactical knife

in her Kate Spade bag.

Mmm. Still. Cliché.

Well...

Troubles?

I think I broke it.

We can only hope.

You're early.

Pierce, right?

-Terry Drake.
-I know.

The other RHD guys
are coming in later.

Jimmy thought
to get you out of here first.

30.
-Yeah.

Shit. My bad.

It's banker's hours.

This cat used to be
in here hitting it by 0600.

I can't park you in here,
but let's go grab a cup

of coffee while you wait.

Uh... You know what?

I'm good.
I'm good, brother.

I, um... I got
some errands to run.

And, uh, just tell Santiago
that, uh...

I'll circle back.

You the cop?

I am.

Leave it here.

I'll walk you in.

I'm not likely to give you
more than five minutes.

Sorry to intrude.

Forgive me for not wanting
to participate in the charade

that the Los Angeles
Police Department

gives a damn about my husband.

I do.

-If there's a better time,
I can come back... -No.

Ask and go.

Threats

Anyone he was at odds with?

Besides you cops?

It was his job...

to be at odds with
the whole world, if need be.

How often did he stay
at the Bunker Hill place?

Always...

as trials got close.

That's why I wasn't
expecting him.

We took some photos
in the apartment.

Tell me if you see anything
out of place or unfamiliar.

You expect me to pretend
I don't know about

his jury consultant?

It wasn't her
who killed him, either.

She liked sleeping
with him too much.

-Your son inside?
-No.

Maybe later.

He has his own place.

Stay away from him.

Mrs. Elias,
I need to do my job.

You need to look
at who would most benefit

from my husband's death,
Detective.

You need to look
at your own people

before you go throwing
accusations around about mine.

I am.

I am looking at everyone.

Why do I find that
so hard to believe?

Whether you do or you don't,
my job's the same.

Terry Drake.

What about him?

Well, Drake and my husband had
more than one run-in,

back when Howard was
in the DA's office.

This one time, Howard refused
to file a case,

and Drake went ballistic.

He got one of his patrol buddies

to pull Howard over
for driving while black.

You know.

Did your husband
ever report this?

No. He quit.

He went over to the dark side.

Isn't that what you call it?

I don't call it anything.

Jen, how are you?

I have a houseful, so...

Of course.

If you think of anything.

Again, my condolences.

Stay away from my boy.

In the wake
of the murder of attorney

Howard Elias, no word yet
on how or even if

the Black Guardian civil rights
case against the LAPD

will proceed.
Meanwhile,

The L.A. Times' Scott Anderson,
in today's onl...

Know what I like
about the L.A. River?

Not a damn thing.

You look like shit.

How long they keep you?

Oh, I'm not going until later.

Wait a minute,
you're blowing 'em off?

No, no, no, no. Relax, relax.
Listen, you go in,

you talk to 'em, and then I'll
go in and lock everything down.

I'm not talking to anybody.
It's all bullshit.

They're-they're only looking
at us because of Black Guardian.

Now, we would do the same thing
if it was them.

Frankie doesn't have an alibi.

I thought you were out drinking.

I was at home.

Alone.

Drunk.

Jesus.

I could say that he was with me.

Even if Jimmy
let that slip, uh...

-Harry Bosch would blow that
straight up. -Fucked.

-No. -I'm fucked. They're gonna
fuckin' nail me on this.

They're gonna
fuckin' hang it on me.

Hey, Rooker?

Let me have a word
with my man here.

I'm screwed, dude.

Elias refused a settlement
on Friday night.

Any reason that he should be
so confident all of a sudden?

The fuck would I know?

You didn't do it.

I didn't do it?

Fuckin' kidding me?

You know I didn't do it.

Yeah. So you just go in there,
you-you tell the truth.

Where you got the booze,
when you got home,

what you watched on TV until
you passed out. You hear me?

Oh, the truth, huh?

City needs a fall guy.

-Hey, I need to hear you say...
-I'm fucked.

-...you hear me.
-I am so fucked,

because I fit.
I'm it.

Say it.

No alibi. Bosch.

Frankie... I got your back.

But I need to hear
you say the words.

I hear you.

I remember this one.

That was a use of force
involving Rooker.

Judge threw it out, but, uh,

Sheehan got beefed
for a dust-up during the depo.

Beefed by Elias?

I think so.
It wasn't my case.

That depo's probably
in archives.

Let's get ahold of it.

Any word from Sheehan?

No. Fix and Pipes
are on their way in.

You should start with

-the cameras from the control
booth. -Would if I could.

Central said we'll have it
later today.

-Oh, stay on them.
-Pretty low res.

I-I'm not hopeful.

Where are we
on Elias' financials?

On-call DA's
reviewing the warrant.

Listen, I don't have time
for him to add his two cents.

Well, he's not gonna
call a judge until he reads it.

So take it to one of mine
directly.

Wexler.
I'll make the call.

-Judge Wexler.
-Yes.

Drake came by earlier.

- -What?

I found him in here.
Poking around.

What do you think that's about?

Y-You leave the door open
or something?

I just went to get coffee.

All right.

So, who is he?

We don't know.

Everyone was deferential to him.

Fearful.

A good beat-down
always sets the tone.

I don't much like the risk
you took getting this.

I thought it could
yield something.

Look, I should probably mention

on my way home,
I may have been tailed, so...

Oh, it was you.

He swore you wouldn't make him.

Were you that worried about me?

It's been a pleasure
working with you, Eleanor.

He's firing me
because I took a photo?

No, no. You've done
a great job for us.

Don't handle me, Chuck.

Wait.
Ask yourself--

what's an anti-terrorism
task force doing tracking money

from China through casinos
here and in Vegas?

Yes, they're dumping it.
Yes, it's getting washed.

But it's not going back.
It's all parked.

Sitting there,
California banks.

What are they using it for?

Can't tell you more than that.

-Okay, so let me go back
to the casinos. -Mm-mmm.

This Chinese national's
connected to the game,

-maybe I can find out.
-Look...

you need to take some time off.

-Jay...
-I submitted your paperwork

for reinstatement.

Now, D.C.'s gonna
take their own sweet time,

but you can be optimistic,

so get some rest.

Spend some time
with your daughter.

-You've earned it.
-Thanks.

I can help you find this guy.

I can't guarantee
where you're gonna be assigned.

Let me know when
your credentials come through.

I mean, if I gave a shit about
what people are saying

about RHD, I'd have a lawyer
with me right now.

But I was nowhere near
Howard Elias on Friday night,

-and you know it. -Why don't you
run it down for me anyway?

Me and Pipes were at RHD.

Captain Garwood can confirm it.

-Or I can pull the security log.
-Come on, Pierce.

Check me off, let me go.

You need to swipe your card
to use the elevator?

Yeah.
Parking garage, elevators.

Unless, you know,
I took the fucking stairs,

'cause I was up to no good.

You don't strike me as a "take
the fucking stairs" kind of guy.

Working late,

trial prep.
DA wanted fresh rap sheets

-on all the wits. -You used
the databases, no doubt.

Name and number.
Exact date and time

-of when we ran those queries.
-Let's discuss when

you all went to the junkyard
for Michael Harris.

You looking for who killed Elias

or you re-investigating
Black Guardian?

It's all of a piece, isn't it?

Report I read says only Sheehan
and Drake questioned Harris.

Me and Fix
had to roll on a help call.

Frank and Terry
had the lead on Harris.

He did that nasty shit
to himself.

Yeah, everybody keeps saying.

But if you and Fix
had to peel off,

how would you know
what the fuck he did?

It's too bad things didn't
work out for you with us, Jimmy.

Well... politics.

One guy badmouths you,
all it takes.

From what I hear...

RHD--

a few too many malcontents,

guys about to retire.

Maybe I dodged a bullet.

Somebody pimped that ride.

Talk to the neighbors.
He's got a pending possession.

Comings and goings?

Especially earlier today.

What?

What happened?

I was elbowed playing ball.

Same with your ride?

What the fuck do you want?

I got to clear you
for Friday night,

and I'd like to get
a better sense of your father,

if you have a minute.

-Who he was, who he crossed.
-

So, what is this

Did you go out, stay in?

Saudade.

-Brazilian joint?
-Yeah.

Walked in through
the kitchen.

Uh, got to meet the chef
and shit.

Did you go alone?

Nah, I went with Bianca.

-Bianca have a last name?
-Foley. Bianca Foley.

I'll need a number.

They got a nice little patio
out back.

-I thought she'd dig it.
-Reservation?

They don't take them.

-Pay with a card?
-Cash.

How long were you there?

00,
left around midnight.

You know,
in your father's office,

there's a lot of photos of him
with other people.

There's not one picture
of his son.

Yeah, that about says it.

Expectations?

Harassment because
of who your father was?

I'm a black man
in America, okay?

Harassment's a given.

Extra credit for being
the great man's son.

Are we done?

Ever meet his jury consultant?

You want me to talk shit
about her?

I don't care about
the e-mails or the texts.

-How long have you...
-Fuck this, I want my lawyer.

Oh. We got her side.
I'd like to hear yours.

No. Lawyer.

Unless you want to hook up
the son of Elias right now,

this conversation's done.

-Hey.
-Hey yourself.

Jack, Joe, let's go.

I don't want to have
to repeat myself-- come on.

-No gizmos.
-Oh, man.

We're gonna talk to each other,
old school.

You going like that?

Yoga. Coffee with Christina.
My usual Sunday.

Y-You thought I was going with?

Thought it might be nice.

You know, family thing.

Cop barbecue?

It's your day with the boys, J.

I'm not gonna mess with that.

Have a good time.

-We will.
-Okay.

-Catch you later.
-Yeah.

Morning, Bosch.

Tell me
the city attorney called.

Said she can meet
at her office

00.

Should I send one
of the IA ladies?

No, no, no, send Pierce.

I'm on my way to confirm
Martin Elias' alibi.

Well, we can cross
Fix and Pipes off our list.

Okay. Drake?

Not quite yet.

And still no sign of Sheehan.

Mrs. Elias thinks Drake
and her husband

had some bad blood.

Cop of a different era.

Yeah, okay. Just make him appear
for his interview, yeah?

See what I can do... boss.

Good job.

Oh. So good.

Good job.
Now turn. Turn.

Oh, that's great.

You're doing good. Turn.

Good job.

Okay, turn.

Good.

Wait. Know what you're signing.

-The thing for the bank.
-No. That's the bottom one.

-This is the college fund.
-Okay.

Hey, you won't be so flip
about it next year

when you need money for books.

Why

You're 18, Maddie.

You need to start
handling your own finances,

know where all
the important papers are.

-I'm serious.
-So am I.

It doesn't matter where
I'm gonna be.

It's a simple question.

I'm not going anywhere, okay?

Don't worry.

You're the one acting weird
about it.

A year from now,
you're gonna be begging me

to stay out of your life.

Mom.

Now the bank one.

- -Uh-oh.

Brother Howard was
a brother when it served

-his purpose.
-That's harsh.

Friend of mine--
remember Good Washington?

I remember Bad Washington.

-Oh, the morgue dude.
-See, that's my point.

Elias blew up Good Washington's
whole goddamn career

before he even had a chance
to get it started.

Big settlement over a thing that
didn't happen. His usual play.

-Only color that man cared about
was green. -Call me crazy.

I have missed being around
all you knuckleheads.

-You are crazy. -He's right.
I hear ten cents on dollar

is all
you're gonna clear over...

If I had a hundred bucks every
time somebody's said that...

It'll still be a lot less
than a medical pension.

Counting on your boy Bosch
to do the right thing

with this task force, J.

He's not my anything,

but he goes
where the truth takes him.

I am getting slammed
for this spin

that Elias was murdered
during a robbery.

You know, under the
circumstances, Hector,

I don't... I don't see how

the department can be
any more transparent.

Better question is,
how does Scott Anderson know

it wasn't a robbery?

I was hoping
you could answer that question.

It's your department.

My people understand there's
a strict need-to-know policy

in place with this case.
How about yours?

Let's not waste energy
speculating about leaks.

What I'm saying, Chief,
is that we-- or rather you,

since this is all
your territory now--

you've got to stay
in front of this.

So you want me to control
what reporters write?

Start small.

Just get Anderson off my back.

He's got me on speed dial.

Well, honeymoon's over.

Hector's feeling the heat
for the first time.

Good you can trust your team
to prioritize.

So much noise around this case.

Well, I can assure you
it has their singular focus.

Bosch mentioned some cold case

he was working on
before all this broke.

You know anything about that?

Detectives have a lot of cases.

Why was he talking
to you about it?

No idea.

Is there something about Harry
Bosch that concerns you, Brad?

Not at all.

Not at all.
I trust your judgment.

Like yourself, I just want
to make sure Howard Elias

has our full attention.

Justice for Elias!

Justice for Elias!
Justice for L.A.!

Justice for Elias! Justice
for L.A.!

Justice for Elias! Justice
for L.A.! Justice for Elias!

Dad.

You going back to work mean you
won't be coming over as much?

I don't see why.

Mom says you're gonna get busy.

I can be busy
and still come over.

During the week?

Yeah, maybe.

Mom's "maybe" always means "no."

Dad's not Mom.

Just saying.

This witness list
is about the only discovery

city attorney had that we don't.

Yeah, Sheehan's on here.

Drake, Rooker.

Huh, with the rest of RHD
and half the city.

What if it isn't a cop?

What if pigs could fly?

Well, the way it went down,
the text, the meet up,

Black Guardian trial
about to start.

Someone Elias knew.

Someone who knows how to do it.

Somebody with everything to lose
at the trial.

If not a cop, cop-like.

Could Elias have flipped
a witness who saw or knows

what happened with Harris?

Drake?

Still need to get his story.

Could explain
why Sheehan's avoiding us.

Special Master could cut
through all the fog.

See if you can
ping Sheehan's phone,

get a location on him.

More cam stuff from Central.

You were right
about that restaurant.

Closed two weeks ago.

Kid lied.

Yeah. And just walked into
the station with his lawyer.

Says it's to "clear things up."

Shit.

Bosch.

Next time you haul in a suspect
with as much potential blowback

as Martin Elias,
I would appreciate a heads-up.

Hauled himself in.
I think a little blowback

-might be part of the plan here.
-Fuck.

Is he good
for his father's murder?

I hope not.
That'd be a real circus.

Well, if he's not,
get him the hell out.

Just tell the truth, okay?

Detective Bosch, Alex Kaplan.

Please, sit.

Now, my client wishes to clarify
his earlier statement

about where he was Friday night.

Saudade's been shuttered
for over two weeks.

But, funny thing.

We called Ms. Foley,

and she backed your play.

So, false statement,

obstruction, now you got her
in the shit, too.

Yeah, she was with me.

But not at dinner.

-We were at SC.
-Doing what?

Slinging dope to the guys who
did the job on you and your car?

Detective Bosch, Martin has
voluntarily come here

to help you find
his father's murderer.

Let's stay on point, please.

It's not real drugs.

I-I grind up Adrafinil
and sell it as Addy.

They can't tell the difference.

Uh, it's a sorority on 28th,
off Fig.

"Sig" something.

Uh, it's mid-terms,
the sisters want a boost.

So we stayed, we partied
a little and I went home.

A written statement of what
my client just told you, and...

...time-stamped video of some
of the evening's festivities.

He was there past midnight.

Then why lie?

Like selling fake speed
to rich white girls

would do my possession case
any good.

Detective, Martin understands

he has just admitted
to a misdemeanor.

But in light
of his personal tragedy,

-and the mood of the city...
-You waltz in here

with your face looking like that

so the press will see it
and think cops did it.

Now you want a solid from me?

Coming here was my mom's idea.

We'll need
to confirm everything.

-However we can help. -And that
ass-whipping isn't behind

selling some
bullshit Adderall, is it?

No. Uh...

Me and Bianca,
we've been hanging.

And, uh, her-her boy
found out, so...

Last thing my dad tells me
was that I need to man up,

and take responsibility.

When you gonna start?

Cheating on my mom...

...a woman who-who stood by him,
and-and made him a home,

and he preaches to me

that I'm the one
that needs to man up?

Are you fucking kidding me, man?

Right there, right there!

Martin! Martin!

No peace! No justice,

no peace! No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace!

No justice, no peace...

How about a little smile?

Is there gonna be
much more of this?

We're good.

Thank you for making time
on a Sunday.

What made you change your mind
about letting me do the profile?

Well, you've always been
fairly straight,

covering crime in this city.

Don't expect a puff piece.

Is this where you preach to me
about fairness and accuracy?

Guess not.

Because your newspaper's
coverage of Black Guardian

and the Elias case
has been decidedly one-sided.

Scott Anderson's leading
the charge on that, not me.

You should want it to be right,
whether you write it or not.

A question of access, Chief.

A reporter gets access,
a reporter gets it right.

Whether it's an on-the-record
relationship or not.

Well, if I was to have
the, uh...

...go-to person,
confidentially or not,

it would have to be someone
I could trust unconditionally.

Trust works both ways.

And what's that
look like to you?

Your cell phone number,
for a start.

So that when I need
to get to you, I can.

Well, let's see
how this profile turns out.

Then we'll talk
about going forward.

Glad you could finally make it.

Red pork tamales.

I just ate.

-Is that...?
-Yeah.

Gun...

with just a bit of hand
gripping it.

Is that hand black or white?

You know the drill.

-Checkable facts.
-Mm-hmm.

Good. Make the witness
feel comfortable.

But sometimes you used to press,
make 'em anxious.

-You feeling anxious, Terry?
-Not in the least.

Then indulge me.

Just still in a hurry.

Okay... Friday night.

I took my grandson
to a Clippers game,

dropped him off after,
talked with my son.

Then I got the news about Elias.

-From Sheehan?
-Rooker.

He and Pipes and Fix
were at RHD,

and I tagged along for the call.

You still tight with them?

Some of 'em.

And where was Sheehan?

-Ask him.
-I would love to.

He should have been here by now.

Maybe he got caught up
in some police work. Uh...

He'll make his way down here.

Any idea why he's being shy?

We were only partners
for a short time.

Still, you got to know him,
like you do.

Are we still talking
about Elias?

You never liked him, did you?

Even back in the day.

No, I did not.

The man's got a binary view
of the world--

no... no room for nuance.

Like with Michael Harris.

I mean, we were tough on Harris,

but we didn't cross the line.

Harris...

Yeah, palmed that pencil and...

...punctured his own ear.

And screamed torture.

Then we find out later he'd done

a similar thing before.
Look it up.

Tried to jack this insurance
company on a fraudulent claim.

Santi, you know me.

We got history.

You know that I'm not
capable of that.

Or this.

You're right.

I do know you.... well.

My word ain't enough?

It was... once.

Chief.
This about Martin Elias?

No,
Lieutenant Billets filled me in.

Optics work both ways.

We get this wrong,
the city could explode.

You mean if we get it right.

Where are you
on your mother's case?

Still grinding. Why?

Spoke with Bradley Walker
this morning.

You've been trying
to get in his head.

On my time, not yours.

Guess it worked.

All your time is my time now.

Give Walker a wide berth.

So I don't have
to brief him on Elias?

On Elias, Bosch. Only Elias.

If you need more bodies
for your task force...

The more people,
the more chance

they go off the reservation.

Unless it's another
real detective, no thanks.

Thank you.

City attorney's discovery
was thin, but you knew that.

Why is it that guys like you,
when you don't get your own way,

always assume it's personal?

Tell me about
this witness list.

Lengthy.

Meant to daze and confuse.

In a trial that Elias
apparently thought

wouldn't last long.

Read into that
whatever you like.

Someone turned this case
for him.

I can't share
his strategy, Bosch.

I can guess his strategy.

Terry Drake and Frankie Sheehan
are the only ones

who know for sure what happened
in that junkyard bathroom.

Is that a question
or an answer?

You tell me.

Nice try.

Again, we're stuck at
what I can't legally divulge.

Not a good place to be.

So, if you will excuse me...

Hey.

-You got a moment?
-Sure. Come in.

There's a D-Three spot
in Newton Division.

I was hoping you could
reach out for me.

-Homicide?
-Mm-hmm.

Well, they're probably gonna
upgrade from within.

I know it's a long shot.
Still, I want to put in

my paperwork
and see what happens.

Is this about Bosch?

I need to promote, L-T.

Jimmy, right here in Hollywood

we've got two D-Threes

who are in their
final year of DROP.

And I know that it
cannot be easy

for somebody with your
experience to work under him,

but Bosch is not gonna
be here forever.

You'll make the call?

I was looking at you
to take over the unit.

I'll make the call.

They'd be lucky to have you.

Thanks.

And let's face it, L-T,

Bosch... will be here forever.

I go in the bathroom,
feel his toothbrush--

-dry as a bone.
- My man.

If you're gonna lie,
you've got to sell it.

I said, "Joe, you told me
you brushed your teeth."

Little man looks me
right in the eye,

innocent Edgar look, and says,

"Oh, I thought you meant
last night."

- -Shh.

Lieutenant.

What's up?

Chief Irving wants you
on the Elias task force.

Are you up to it?

You know me,
suit up and show up.

Okay. I appreciate it.

See you tomorrow.

Yeah.

Billets.

Checking to see if I'm ready
to go in.

You know.

I'm ready, you know?

...if you couldn't eat it,

what makes you think
one of us would want to?

It's official, he's weird.

-I just don't like kale.
-

-I have to take this.
-What?

I cannot believe it's you.

Sorry I've been out of touch.

You were supposed
to be here already.

I know.
I can't talk long, Maddie,

I'm using a friend's computer.

Where's yours?

That's a long story.

We've been kind of worried.

Yes, well, it's complicated.

My passport was revoked.

-I'm not allowed to travel.
-What?

Why

Well, I got her voice mail.

I don't know.

She's so lame about her phone.

I'll try to call her again.

I just wanted you both to know
that I'm safe

-and working to resolve this.
-Safe?

What is going on?

-Reggie?
-That's all I can say.

Ask your mother.

Reggie.

And take care.

I love you. Talk soon.

-Mom...
-Hey. How'd it go?

I just talked to Reggie.
He's still in China.

He tried to call you.

What What did he say?

They took away his passport,

so he can't get out
of the country.

Wait. What?

What is going on?

And please don't say "nothing."

Honey, I don't know.

-What did you do?
-Nothing.

I am so sick of this.

Okay, I haven't talked
with him yet.

We've been working
through some things,

-so, I mean, it's...
-Complicated?

Is that your way of saying
you're splitting up?

No.

So you don't want
to tell me. Fine.

There's nothing to tell.

Go ahead and screw up
your relationship with Reggie,

just don't mess up mine.

Madeline...

I knocked.

Nobody was home.

If someone was, I'd be
throwing your fuckin' ass

down that hill.

You think I killed Elias?

Where you been, Frank?

Here and there.

Doesn't matter.

Everyone's a suspect
till they're not.

I have all these...

thoughts rattling around
in my head.

I'll bet you do.

Quickest way to clear
yourself, Frank...

give me your piece.

Sorry, Harry.

Nowhere else to go.

Come on.

Let's go inside.

Oh, shit, it's fucking
cold up here at night.

Yeah. Catalina eddy.

Wind comes whipping
off the ocean.

Go inside.

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