All language subtitles for Pennyworth.S01E02.720p.WEB.x264-TBS

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I've started up a security firm.

You are way too softhearted
to be a businessman.

You'll be eaten up.

- ... go!
- Take ahold of yourself.

I am so sorry.

If you have any medical expenses,

- call me.
- My card.

Pennyworth Security.

Fucking Raven Society.

They're lunatics.

Want to overthrow the
government and set up

a fascist utopia.

Dark wheels are turning.

This great nation of ours

is at war with itself.
Who did you talk to?

Give me the name.

Thomas Wayne.

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You were in the army?

Ten years.

Didn't it bother you?

Still does.

Sit down, Spanish.

Help me!

Call us when you've got Thomas
Wayne. We'll do a swap.

- I have him.
- Smashing.

If they kill me, they have to kill you.

One of you is taking
us to Esme sharpish.

Harwood House.

All of them are wearing these.

The Raven Society.

We will take back this country
from the corrupt weaklings.

We'll need men like you.

Think about what you're doing, Alfred.

Turn away.

I'll be back.

I'll be back!

Look at me.

Mr. Ripper, please.

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♪ Shake ♪

♪ Listen while I'm talking to you ♪

♪ I tell you what we're going to do... ♪

- Hey, what's your problem?
- Come on.

- Please, why? Wait.
- Go. I've told you before.

Come on. Out.

♪ Move your body all around ♪

♪ And do, shake ♪

♪ Early in the morning, shake ♪

♪ I said later in the evening, shake ♪

♪ I'm long gone, baby, now shake ♪

♪ Shakin' like a bowl of soup ♪

♪ Legs go loop the loop... ♪

Alfred.

Mr. Wayne.

Thomas.

- Please.
- Your sister's not here, Thomas.

No, she's safe at home with Mother,

I'm glad to say. I came to see you.

Oh.

How's Esme?

What is this about?

Succinct as ever.

I told you that I might need
your services some day.

Well, today's the day.

I have a job for you,

if you're interested.

I'm very busy at the minute.

I see that.

I'll take bouncing drunks
over secret wars any day.

Well, the job I have in mind is
utterly aboveboard and lawful.

Honorable, even.

- Hmm.
- And the pay is excellent.

Would you like to hear the details?

No, I wouldn't.

It's not that I don't
trust you, Mr. Wayne.

But my girlfriend nearly died

because of the company you keep.

I had to kill people.

All's well that ends well, though.

You'd be doing your
country a great service.

I've been serving them since I was 16.

I'm serving myself now.

One name

and the pain will stop, my dear.

Who is the leader of the Raven Society?

Tea's up.

Ooh, lovely.

I'm gasping. Put it on the table.

Who is the leader

of the Raven Society?

Fuck off.

Evening, miss.

- What's in the butties?
- Fish paste.

I don't like fish paste.

I've no mirror.

- How do I look?
- Good enough.

I want to look me best on the day.

Not being snide, you'll
have a bag over your head.

Not up there, I won't.

Oh. Is that where you're going?

I've done nowt. I'm innocent.

Maybe you are, and maybe you're not.

Not my purview, miss.

Any road...

thanks for talking to me, pet.

Gets boring, waiting to die.

- Can I ask you a favor?
- Not allowed.

You know that.

Nothing bad.

I just want you to hold me hand.

- Give over.
- Only for a minute.

You can touch me, can't you?
Course you can.

What if you have to
search me for weapons?

Have you got weapons?

No.

I've got no weapons.

I just want someone kind to hold me hand

before hangman does.

Take cover.

Penny for your thoughts?

You look troubled.

I was thinking I'd put the kettle on.

Lapsang sou... What?
Where's the proper tea?

Where you left it.

What time's the do?

Curtain's up at 7:00.

Nervous?

Shattered.

I dreamt of Bet Sykes all night.

I dreamt that she was waiting for me

at my bus stop on Goodge Street.

Hey. She's in Newgate or the Tower,

and she'll stay there, don't you worry.

They won't let that one out.

So, go on. Give us some of your acting.

Do "you're blind, Johnny." That bit.

You're blind, Johnny, blind.

You can't see me. Me,

damn you.

It still makes me shiver.

You'll be on the telly in no time.

You are sad.

Look, just so you know,

when you're a famous actress and that,

I won't hold you back.

Hold me back?

From better prospects.

What, like other men?

Whatever you have to do.

I won't hold you back.

Are you trying to leave me?

Look, I won't lie to you.

If business doesn't pick up,

I'm not gonna drag you down with me.

You've always been so optimistic.

Be honest. You're not gonna be happy

in some council flat in Poplar.

You need a house in Chelsea,
meals in restaurants.

Lobsters, steak. I can't
give you any of that.

You are trying to leave me.

I'm trying to be realistic.

Well, bugger realistic.

We love each other.
That's all that matters.

Well, then, why haven't
I met your old man yet?

'Cause he's bloody tedious.

That's why.

Besides, I'm...

I'm waiting for the right time.

Yeah.

Look, I've got to go.

Ah, good luck.

Actors don't say "good luck."

We say "break a leg."

Well... break a leg, then.

Well, what did Fat Colin say?

Oh, aye.

He said no.

You said he said he
definitely needed security.

Aye. That was before the
heathen twat barred me.

Oh.

Don't lose faith, Alfie.

You're gonna be a big man.

I know it.

- All right, lads? Same again?
- Mate.

- Yeah, why not.
- I'll bring them over.

- Ah, thanks.
- Cheers.

All right, Jason?

Usual?

Where's my girl? Sandra.

Oh, she's about.

Pint of best?

I'll wait for Sandra.

She pulls a better pint.

- Know what I mean?
- Yeah.

Sandra!

Pint of best, please, Sandra.

Pulled nice and slow

so I can watch you.

Sorry, Jason.

I'm all fingers today.

Don't know what come over me.

Are you sad?

Has someone made you sad?

No.

If someone made you sad,
Sandra, I'd go mental.

Just peaky.

You've got romantic trouble.

Aye?

Come on, who is he?

I will cut him open.

Honestly, Jason, I'm not sad.

I'm happy.

You are very beautiful when you smile.

Come closer.

Come on.

Come on. Come... closer.

Everyone thinks you're a good girl.

But I know what you are.

I'll see you soon...

my love.

- Sid?
- Alfie.

What was all that about?

My Sandra's a good girl, but
she's young for her age.

You know what I mean?

That young man come in
the pub the other week.

She smiled at him, as she does.

He just took it the wrong way.

Now he won't leave the poor girl alone.

And he's a right wrong'un.

I mean, he's done horrible things.

Well, it's your pub.
Tell him to sod off.

I would. His name's Jason.

His mum's sister's married
to the Man from Whitechapel.

Ah.

Who's the Man from Whitechapel?

We don't say his name.

He's not a good man.

No bother who he is.

Pennyworth Security can sort you out.

Can you, Alfie?

Can I what?

If you knew someone who knew someone,

you know, from a distance...

You want to blot the man?

All right, keep your voice down.

Just saying, I'll pay what it costs,

if you know someone.

I don't know anybody like that.

Well, if blotting's a non-starter,

let Alfie have a quiet
chat with the lad.

A quiet chat?

You've not heard Alfie blather?

Birds out of trees, knickers off nuns.

Is that true, Alfie?

No. He's exaggerating.

Look, I'm desperate.

If there's anything you can do,

I'll make it worth your while.

I know she was being too friendly.

But she was bringing in
the punters, weren't she?

The missus, may she rest in peace,

she would have put a stop to it.

But I never did.

If something bad happens to her now,

I'll top meself.

What's the matter with you?

Now that was a job.

The Man from Whitechapel
runs the East End.

You don't know what he does
to people who disrespect him.

Who cares?

I'm trying to build a nice business,

so I can settle down and have kids.

Suicide missions are
not part of the plan.

Alfie, you have forgotten who you are.

You are SA fucking S.

And now you're scared to
say some cunt's name?

Qui fucking audet, Alfie.

Qui fucking audet.

Snap!

Ooh!

Too fast for me, George.

A snap wizard, you are.

Where's my winnings, then?

I'm embarrassed now.

Bet's a bet, Bet.

Very droll.

All right, then.

Just the one, mind.

And no hanky-panky.

You've been a good friend to me, George.

- I'm very grateful.
- Well,

been nice getting to know you.

Bless.

Come here.

Bite me, woman,

stab me, but I beg of you,

don't cry at me.

Don't cry? Don't cry?

Fuck you, Johnny.

I would drown you in my tears

if I could. I would kill you.

You can't, my love.

You can't kill a man twice.

Who am I, damn it?!

Who are you? Who am I?!

You don't love me. You
can't even see me!

You're blind, Johnny!

Blind.

Bravo!

- Excellent!
- Bravo!

Bravo!

Well done!

Was the play any good?

I couldn't tell you, Inspector.

Esme was good.

Theatre buff, are you?

Frightfully secret police of me, I know.

I apologize, but, um, I
have a question for you.

I answered a thousand questions
for your mob already.

- You can read my statement.
- I read it.

Doubtless you noticed

that one very obvious
question wasn't asked.

They didn't ask if Lord Harwood
named any other conspirators.

They didn't want to know.

Not on the record.

Off the record, I do want to know.

Yeah, I want to know something, too.

What's happened to Bet Sykes?

We've had no word.

I should hope not.

She doesn't exist
anymore, not officially.

You don't need to worry about her.

Well, I am worried.

She's hanging under a hood
for the Longbrass murder

next bank holiday.

- Good to know.
- You don't.

Hmm. Harwood didn't name anybody.

Of course.

Not that stupid.

Never mind. Worth asking.

Oh, uh, while I have your ear, old chap.

It's just possible

that some rather shady
people may approach you.

First contact will be
a damn nice fellow,

probably somebody you know and trust.

He'll come with an
attractive proposition.

A noble and lucrative
proposition, you might think.

If and when this fellow appears,

perhaps you might let me know.

I can tell you some interesting things

about the organization he represents.

Why don't you just tell me now?

Have they approached you already?

No.

If they don't approach you,

I've told a civilian something
he doesn't need to know.

Alfie!

See you, Inspector.

Break a leg.

Hey, that was brilliant, Ez!

Really good. You look like a film star.

Tosh. Truly, was it any good?

There was people crying.
Blokes. I saw 'em.

- No.
- Yeah.

Egg and cress all right for you, is it?

Smashing.

Before you go...

Be a love, put stamps on 'em,

pop 'em in a letter box for me.

You know I can't do that.

You can.

I can't.

You can't fuck the prisoners,
but you've been doing that.

- That's different.
- How?

It's my word against yours, isn't it?

No, it's not.

Happen doctors these days can
tell whose spunk is whose.

True fact.

Read it in the Sundays.

Modern science, eh?

Bloody amazing.

Give me that.

I've got more.

Tub of spunk you are,
aren't you, George?

Big fat sex fiend.

I'll tell the warden you
sent me letters before.

That's aiding a traitor, that is.

Rack and the gibbet for you.

Oh, God. Please don't make...

Shut up. Take 'em.

First class stamps, mind.

I'm a naive art student
having a tempestuous affair

with a brilliant, angry young poet.

I'm trying to break
through his alienation.

Oh, dear.

But it turns out all right
in the end, does it?

Oh, no. That would be very bourgeois.

Mary's teaching me how to make bread.

There's bread in the corner shop.

Making bread is the sort of thing

every young woman needs to know.

If she were ever to marry someone.

What are you doing tonight?

Can you come to the play again?

Again?

I'd love to.

I mean, I'll try, but I'm busy tonight.

Oh.

It's a job, actually.

My first one. First proper one.

Oh, hooray! Hooray!

Alfie, that's smashing. What's the job?

It's not dangerous, is it?

No, no.

No. Mediation.

That's what we call it in the trade.

I'm so proud of you.

See? Things are looking up.

Yeah, it's a start anyway.

Well, if you can't come to the play,

why don't you come to
the party afterward?

It doesn't start till 11:00.

Frightfully glamorous.

Hmm. I'll try.

Oh, come on. It'll be a hoot.

I'll try.

Where's Sandra?

Oh, she'll be along.

Pint of best?

Sandra!

Ah. There you are.

Pint of best, please, my dove.

What? Not a word for me?

Silence?

Sorry.

I was just thinking about if
the barrel needs changing.

Are you scared of me, Sandra?

I think you are,

but that's all right.

A little fear

is very sexy.

All right, Sandra?

Pint of best when you're ready, love.

What's your name?

Alfred.

Oh. I'm Jason.

Jason Ripper.

All right, mate.

When's that pint coming, love?

Local boy, are you, Alfred?

- I am.
- But you don't know who I am?

I do.

You just told me.

Jason Jason Ripper.

I'm gasping for a pint. Come on.

Question for you... Alfred.

Go on, then.

Think carefully before you answer.

Would you fuck your
mum to save her life?

That's a funny question.

Serious question. It's very important.

Would you fuck your
mum to save her life?

Yes or no?

Now, your personal problems

are really none of my business, Jason.

But your mum's been lying to you.

Fucking her won't cure anything.

What the fuck are you doing
standing there for?!

Go get fuckin' after him!

Ah. Jason.

This isn't gonna end well for you, mate.

Now you promise to leave Sandra alone,

and we'll say no more.

Do what?

San... Sandra?

Say you'll leave her alone,

and I'll let you walk away now.

You really are...

mental.

Not as mental as your mum.

All right, mate.

Stop!

Stop! Dave!

Daveboy! Cool down.

Sorry.

My uncle will have your
fucking guts for this.

Your fucking guts! You're fucking dead!

You're fucking dead!

Who am I, damn it?

Who are you? Who am I?

You don't love me. You
can't even see me!

You're blind, Johnny.

Blind.

That's a good trick.

Who are you?

How did you get in?

Don't mind me saying, Mr. Ripper,

for a man of your stature,

you have rubbish security.

Or perhaps you're good at your job.

Perhaps a bit of both.

Anyway, here I am.

Alfred Pennyworth is my name.

I've known your name since
I were a baby, Mr. Ripper.

I hold you in the highest respect.

I'm honored to meet you.

"Pennyworth Security Management.

No job too big or small."

This some kind of
promotional stunt, is it?

You might say that.

I'd say more like a gesture
of goodwill and respect.

Oh, stop it.

- Darling, it was chemis...
- Congratulations.

Thank you.

- I really enjoyed...
- Oh. You're too kind.

- Thanks very much.
- Darling, it was chemistry.

- You can't fake that sort of...
- Nonsense.

Don't you fucking move!

What's your name?

Jason.

No.

Your name... is weasel.

You're a wriggling

little weasel.

I'm Jason Ripper!

I smell terror.

Do you know terror smells
different than fear?

We haven't even started.

You...

are going to break like a twig.

What's... your name?

Shall I get the tools?

What do you say, weasel?
Shall he get the tools?

I'll leave Sandra alone.

Look, I'll-I'll never go
near her again, I swear.

Sandra?

We don't care about Sandra.

Who's Sandra?

What do you want? What have I done?

I don't... I don't even know you.

I'll get the tools.

Stunning work.

You were a revelation.

I'm Jeremy.

I'm waiting for my boyfriend.

He's not an actor, too, is he?

Never works.

No.

He creeps up on people in
the night and kills them.

Okay.

Please!

Last... chance.

What's... your...

... name?

Weasel.

I can't hear you.

Weasel.

"My name is weasel, sir!"

My name is weasel, sir!

Good boy.

Where are you from, weasel?

Wh-Wh-Whitechapel.

Who's Uncle John?

Hmm?

Who's Uncle John!?

- J-John Ripper!
- J-J...

John Ripper?

The big man?

You work for him, yes?

Yes.

He can't help you now, can he?

- No.
- Shh, shh, shh, shh.

My boy,

I want you to listen to me very closely.

We don't give a fuck about you.

We don't give a fuck about you.

You're nothing.

Nobody.

Shit.

We'll let you live...

if you tell us about your Uncle John.

- You want to live, don't you!?
- Yes, sir, yes, sir!

Then tell us everything you
know about John Ripper!

Everything!

Say "yes."

- Yes.
- Yes what!?

Yes, sir! Yes, sir, I'll
tell you everything, sir!

That'll do.

My own flesh and blood.

- I'm sorry.
- Stop sniveling.

If it wouldn't break
my sister's heart...

I'd skin you alive.

Break her heart?

Hasn't she seen enough horrors?

Oh, God.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- Don't talk to me...

about God.

You're leaving London.

I don't care where you go.

If you come back...

I'll cut... your face... off.

Good luck, mate.

Fuck!

Dear Esme,

hello again.

I hope you're happy and healthy.

Yours truly is keeping cheerful.

I'm writing to tell you

how much I enjoyed our time together.

You're a beautiful and special person.

If I were ever free,

I think we'd become good friends.

Forgive and forget, that's what I say.

Anyway...

be good. Cheerio for now.

Your friend, Bet.

Kiss, kiss...

kiss.

I am intrigued.

What do you expect me to do now?

I expect you'll be angry with us.

It's only natural.

What's your game?

What it says on the card.

Security management.

You're ex-soldiers.

From a good regiment.

Catering corps.

Cooks.

What did Jason do to you?

I asked him to leave a girl alone,

- and he wouldn't.
- Ah.

A hero.

Your sweetheart, is she?

Just a job.

"No job too big or too small."

I hope they paid you well.

Tell me why I shouldn't
just toss you in that oven.

Well, I'm off in a minute.

I expect I can find you.

I expect so.

Until you do, I'll be trouble
that you don't need.

And that's the last thing I want to be.

Come.

Look upon a marvel.

These are the viscera.

I know.

Ah, of course. A cook.

Such subtle colors.

You find... all sorts...

in the stomach.

Gold sovereign, once.

Bought Mother a crocodile handbag.

What sort of trouble
are you going to be?

Comes in all shapes and
sizes, doesn't it?

This young man thought he was trouble.

Now he's offal.

Looking at all this

from the sunny side of
the street, Mr. Ripper,

we've both had a result, haven't we?

My client's safe,

and you're rid of a weak link.

Nothing better than kidney pie.

The faint tang of piss.

Let's sit down.

A glass of wine?

No, thanks.

How did you know...

Jason was weak?

Only had to look at him.

Only a look?

He's a flincher.

Everybody knows Rippers don't flinch.

It's not right.

Sort of a black mark against
the whole East End, isn't it?

I said to myself, here's a chance

to do a good turn for the guv'nor.

Out of... goodwill and respect.

Exactly.

I had me own reasons, of course.

The business hasn't taken
wing yet, to be honest.

And I knew this job to be a gamble,

but I thought I needed
to do something drastic

to get the business off the ground.

No, you were hoping I'd
be amused by your front

and let you walk away.

No.

I was hoping that you might
let me operate on your manor,

put the word about I'm kosher.

Thinks he's the business.

Lairy as fuck.

A shrewd judge of character, he thinks.

I'll give him credit.

He's a brave punter.

Is he stupid or clever?

I can't tell.

Which is it?

That's a very good question.

Which is it?

Stupid or clever?

Well, the safe money would be on stupid.

But you've got to back
yourself, haven't you?

My God. Thank God it's you.

I am sorry. Are you all right?

Where have you been? It's 4:00.

Working.

What's wrong?

I nearly died.

Uh...

Oh, you poor love.

That must have been a horrible shock.

Here. Come here.

Hey, it's okay.

Shh. Shh.

Hey.

I felt so scared and
alone without you here.

I'm sorry, Ez.

I'm sorry about Bet Sykes and
the whole dirty business.

Stop it.

You rescued me.

It's not dirty, it's romantic.

Well, when you put it like that...

What's that on your jacket?

All over the back,
what have you got... ?

No, it's mud. Look, it's fine.

It's just mud.

I fell over.

A letter, madam.

Dear Peggy,

I hope you're well.

I'm sorry, but I'm
writing to say good-bye

and God bless, 'cause,
believe it or not,

I'm in the Tower of bloody London

and the bastards are
scragging me next week

for something I did not do.

You've always been a good sister to me.

I wish you health and
happiness for the future.

Please remember me when I'm gone.

Very best regards, your
loving sister, Bet.

Kiss, kiss, kiss.

♪ I won't betray ♪

♪ His trust ♪

♪ Though people say ♪

♪ I must ♪

- Nice one, Alfie.
- You're welcome, mate.

♪ True ♪

♪ Just ♪

♪ As long as he ♪

♪ Needs me. ♪

Yes!

On yourself, lass!

Good on ya, Alfie.

Oh, cheers, Jobbo.

Don't drink that.

It's horrible.

I had no idea you were
such a famous figure.

Aye, it's my local.

Everybody knows everybody.

They adore you.

Did you save someone's
life or something?

They're just friendly people.

I'll be back in a tick.

Don't let that one sit next to you.

Hands.

Alfie, words are not enough.

Yeah. That's true.

Oh. Right.

Worth every penny, mate.

We'll say no more about it. Shtum.

As the grave.

If anybody asks about me, though,

you can just tell 'em that
you're a satisfied customer.

Helps put my name about.

Gotcha.

- Sands.
- Thanks, Alfie.

Hey. You're welcome.

Thanks, Daveboy.

Aye.

God bless you.

- Here ya are.
- Yep.

It's Lucifer's silver,
but to fuck with it.

Hey, Sid's no angel,
but he's not Lucifer.

Laugh and joke as you may, Alfie.

But you know what path we've taken.

You miserable sod.

Who said who the fuck dares wins?

I got the nod from the dark man himself.

You watch, business is gonna
take off like a rocket.

- You watch.
- I-I'm not saying

what you done was wrong,

I'm just saying what's what.

We've made a pact with Satan, Alfie.

A pact with Satan.

Yeah. We've done that before.

Many a time.

Too many, maybe.

Hey, I can handle Ripper.

You keep smiling, sunshine.

Not too rowdy for you?

No. It's marvelous.

Me.

Me.

Did you say something?

Me.

No, you'll have to speak up.

Me.

I'm the leader.

Me.

You are telling the truth, aren't you?

On your honor and so forth?

Shit-arse cocksucker.

You, James?

Leader of the Raven Society?

Extraordinary.

Hiding in plain sight, eh?

Oh, bally clever.

You want to stage a coup.
Run the country?

Brave and resourceful, certainly,

but mad as a fucking hatter.

Oh. Indeed.

Well, you've put me on a
damned sticky wicket.

Can't very well execute a lord,

nor can I hold you indefinitely.

Habeas bloody corpus, all that rot.

Fuck your cunt mother.

Well, I've considered the notion,

but the appropriate moment's
never really arisen.

Still full of spirit, eh, James?

Still plucky.

And good for you.

But it won't do, I'm afraid.

Send Lord Harwood to the barbers.

They're to keep him alive...

... but break him.

I don't believe you.
That nice lady in pink?

- On my life.
- She looked quite respectable.

So do you.

That's not a very kind thing to say.

No, I don't mean that you're a brass.

You know all the better kind of girls

are having sex before
marriage these days.

It's perfectly acceptable;
fashionable, practically.

No. I mean you look
beautiful. That's all.

It's the implication.

The implication.

Stop it.

What? You angry with me now?

Yes. I am, actually.

Good.

'Cause angry people are
honest and we need to talk.

Stop trying to change the
subject. Talk about what?

The future.

We-we don't know what's coming, do we?

But, well, that's part of
the fun of it, not knowing.

Now, what I do know:

I know that you're a princess.

And I know that I'd
slay dragons for you,

that I'll always protect you,
I'll always respect you,

and I'll always love
you with all my heart.

You have to say it.

Will you marry me?

Yes. Yes, I will.

Here, put it on.

Did you practice that?

It was very good.

No. Just sort of came out like that.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

And welcome to a special
live nationwide broadcast

from New Tyburn Gallows.

This programme is brought
to you by Her Majesty's

Courts of Chancery,
in collaboration with

the Greater London Executions Brigade.

Come on!

Sponsored by Mugital Tea,

a great British cup.

First up, James Savile. Rape.

Sodomy. Murder.

Oh, my goodness.

Next up for the rope,
Peter Piper. Theft.

Roger Smith.

Murder. Assault.

Matthew Johnson. Rape.

... the fine men and women
of the Execution Brigade,

doing their...

Thank you for keeping
England safe and civilized.

And now the final execution of the day.

Anonymous female prisoner.

Number 54. For grand treason.

This is her.

All right? It's all right.

It's done.

Writing in hell forever.

Buggered by scaly demons.

I'll put the kettle on.

Fancy a pint?

Something good, sir.

You all right?

Not too bad.

I'm that peckish, though.

Rubbish scran in the Tower.

Well, there's a Happy
Eater just past Luton.

A nice fry up'll do you good.

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