All language subtitles for Bonanza S1 E3 The Newcomers.eng

(horses whinnying)

ADAM:
McCall?

Yes, it's McCall.

Found another one of our prize
steer butchered this morning.

I told you talk
wouldn't be enough

for a man
like Blake McCall, Pa.

The only kind of talk
he understands

comes out of this.

Looks to me like they
picked up a little company.

They didn't have a wagon

the last time we ran
him off of here.

We gonna to let him
get away with it, Pa?

He has the sickness
of gold, Se�or.

You have already
given him more chance

than he deserves.

Jose, it's a family affair.

What I have I owe
to you, old friend.

Something that
would destroy

the Ponderosa would
also destroy me.

Your fight is my fight.

All right, let's visit
with Mr. McCall.

Hyah!

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Well, we're on
the Ponderosa, John.

That means we'll be
running into

the Cartwrights
before long.

Let's hope you'll
make out better

with them this
time than last.

John, that isn't fair.

Blake did
the very best he could.

Your brother doesn't
always approve

of my methods, Emily.

Think you could
do better, John?

I'd like to try
talking with them.

They're people same as
you and I, aren't they?

(chuckles)
Old man Cartwright
and his three sons?

Yeah, they're people all right.
Rough ones.

What happened between
you and them?

Thought we were partners, John.

Partners don't pry.
They trust one another.

Are you implying
I don't trust you?!

That's ridiculous!

John, please.

You're letting yourself
get all on edge.

I'm sorry, Emily.

It's just that I'm, I'm
worried about your health.

I need to get you
into that high desert
country without delay.

Well...

I think you better get
some rest. Come on.

What's the matter, McCall?

You lettin' your love life
interfere

with your moneymakin'?

Take my advice,
you'd get rid of her.

And Pennington,
both of 'em.

There's gold here.

Besides, she ain't gonna
last much longer anyway.

Krug, don't ever let me
hear you say that again.

It's the truth,
ain't it?

(horse whinnies)

(horses approaching)

Whoa.

Well, I'd say
we we're flattered

to have the great
Mr. Ben Cartwright
pay us a call.

My name is John Pennington.

We're on our way

to that new mining area
at Virginia City.

We were told
this is the best
way to get there.

Well, you were
told wrong.

You're
on private
property.

Well, other people
have come through here.

They have.

And they've
slaughtered our beef,

cut and burned
our timber

and dug holes in our
best pasture land.

Are we to be blamed
for the actions of other people?

When you're standing
alongside one of the
worst offenders, yes.

Now, we told you to get
off last month, McCall,

and we meant for
you to stay off.

Blake, what's
he talking about?

Very simple, Emily.

The great Ben
Cartwright thinks
he owns the world.

No, just this part
of it, Mr. McCall.

Now I'll ask you
to get off my land.

All of you.

Please, Mr. Cartwright,
if I may speak?

Uh, my name is
Justin Flannery.

My only purpose here is
to obtain specimens

of Sierra flora and fauna.

You see, sir,
by profession,

I'm a botanist
and entomologist.

You see, sir,

I only fell in with
these people two days ago.

Well, you made a very
poor choice, Mr. Flannery.

That's an unfair thing
to say, Mr. Cartwright.

You don't even know us.

If my partner caused you
any damage,

I'm sure we can arrive
at a settlement.

BEN:
I'm afraid we can't.

Well, can't I even reason
with you?

Mr. Pennington,
your reasoning became apparent

when you introduced
hydraulic mining to California.

Oh, I've seen the operations
of Pennington and McCall.

Thousands of acres
of virgin timber uprooted.

Mountains washed away.

Floods caused by the debris
of your monitors.

Orchards buried under mud.

(horse whinnying)

Hoss, see what
you can do for him.

Sure, Pa.

You keep away from him,

you ugly... brute.

Now, ma'am, I can't hardly
help being ugly, can I?

He ain't even
hurt bad.

Oh, Blake...

now, nobody can be
as unreasonable

as these Cartwrights
seem to be.

You must have done something
to turn them against us.

Well, you don't have
to do too much

to have those Cartwrights
turn against you.

All right, maybe
we did cut down a couple

of their precious trees,
and Krug shot one of their cows.

Believe me,
it was an accident.

He thought
it was a deer.

Well, that's the kind
of accident

we could do
without, huh?

Now, uh, be a little more
careful next time, will you?

Now, look, John,

I don't tell you
how to run the office.

Don't tell me how to run my end
of this partnership.

Blake.

I wish you two
wouldn't quarrel so.

You're really
in love with him?

Well, you and he
are all I have left.

That's why I don't want
any trouble between you.

Don't worry, Emily.

Why, Blake and I
get along fine.

The main thing is to get you
into that drier climate

without delay.

Now you go back in the tent
and get some rest, huh?

That's right,
just get some rest.

Two hours in the morning,
two hours in the afternoon.

Don't exert yourself.

Just sit and look pretty.

John?

Hmm?

Do you think
there's any hope?

Well, of course
there's hope.

If you keep believing,
you'll get well.

Just as I have
to keep believing

I have a right to love?

I have to keep
believing that, John.

'Cause if I couldn't...

...I'd want to die.

(coughing)

Mr. Cartwright,
I demand

you allow us
to pass through here.

Oh, how is he, son?

He's all
right, Pa.

It's just
a crease.
Mm-hmm.

Mr. Cartwright, why don't
you answer my brother's request?

And why are you
so unreasonable?

Why am I so unreasonable?

Miss Pennington,

I'd like to tell you
about a friend of mine.

He came across
the plains with me,

and all the way across,

he nursed a wagonload
of young peach trees.

He had a dream.

Wanted to plant an orchard
in California.

Well, I saw what was left
of that orchard last year.

Buried under a
dozen feet of mud

washed down by your brother's
hydraulic monitors.

Well, I remember the man.

I paid him twice what
his land was worth.

I paid for each
of his trees.

Well, just what
price do you put

on the dream of
a man's lifetime?

My brother has no intention

of bringing hydraulic equipment
into the Sierra.

No? Then why is he here,
Miss Pennington?

No, I swear to you,
we have no intention

of staying on your
Ponderosa Ranch.

I'm sorry, but I, uh...

I find that hard to believe.

See, the facts are,
your partner has filed claims

on some
of the neighboring ranches.

Ranches that contain watershed
vital to the Ponderosa.

Well, don't look
so suspicious, John.

The claims were filed
in the name of the partnership.

Well, then, we'll have
to relinquish them.

I don't agree.

They're perfectly legal.

We'll keep them,
and we'll work them.

BEN:
I disagree.

Nobody's gonna destroy
the Ponderosa.

Oh, what do you plan
to do, Mr. Cartwright?

Stop every man
who comes over those mountains?

I'll fight for what's mine

and what I believe in.

And when a man who believes
differently comes along,

what do you do then?

Kill him?

If I have to.

Pattern of history,
Mr. Cartwright.

A man with a dream goes
into a country

knowing he'll be killed.

But after him come two more,
and then two more,

and the military are along
to protect them.

And then they build a fort
to house the military,

and soon, they own the country.

Yes. It's happened many times.

Be careful
history doesn't repeat itself.

JOHN:
Mr. Cartwright, can't you see
your way clear just this once?

I told you my
sister wasn't well,

and now we have a wounded
man on our hands, and...

Don't beg, John.

You, uh, camp
here until...

till you rest up
and get your stock in shape.

Anything we can do
for your sister...

Save your concern,
Mr. Cartwright.

(coughs)

Blake, why didn't you tell me
about these claims?

Well, I meant
to, John.

I just didn't
get around to it.

JOHN:
You were supposed
to be following through

on that assay report
on the Washoe.

Now, John, we
have as much right

to this watershed
land as Cartwright has.

Do you know

what hydraulic operations
would do to these hills?

I don't care what they'll
do to these hills.

I just want the
gold in these hills!

And you'd do just about anything
to get it, wouldn't you?

Blake, why don't we just
forget about it,

and go on to Washoe
the way we planned?

Well, now, that's easy
for you to say, isn't it?

You and your brother both.

Sure, your father left you
a mining company

and a million dollars
to play around with.

Blake, what's got into you?

Just this.

I want to make it clear that
the only thing my father left me

was a bunch of debts
and bruises on my back.

What I got, I dug out
of the ground with these hands,

and nobody's going to stop me
from digging out more of it!

But it's not important.

I've told you that before.

It has nothing to
do with you and me.

Oh, doesn't it?

What do you spend your time
talking about?

That fine mansion
where you were raised.

The servants you had,
the beautiful horses.

Well, you're the one
that always asks me
about those things.

You say you like
to hear about them.

And you like to remind me
that I never had them.

Blake, that's not so.

Just a second. What...?

John, please.

You said that
you loved me.

I do, Emily.

More than anything else
in the world.

You're everything
I've ever wanted.

Then those things
don't matter.

Just give me a
chance to get well

and just give me a chance

to be everything that
you want me to be.

(coughing)

(coughing)

You'll be all right, Emily.

Someday we'll have
everything we've ever wanted.

You're gonna let old Ben
Cartwright back you down, eh?

Who says so?
Pennington.

You take your orders
from Pennington?

Well, now, you know, I was
beginning to wonder about that.

Few years ago, when
I first knew you,

there was no doubt about it.
I took my orders from you.

You still do.

Sure.

Maybe when you two get married,

you can use your wife's money
to keep me on the payroll.

That's more like it.

You just say the word... Boss.

You just remember that.
I'm boss.

That's the way
I like it.

Boss.

You know the bug
hunter, Flannery.

He says he's
going on alone.

Ah, let him go.

Well, I figured to,
except I was thinking...

Be a shame if the Cartwrights
should shoot him down on sight,

wouldn't it?

What makes you think they will?

Well, you never can tell.

'Course if they did,
it'd go kind of hard on them.

Cold blooded murder and all.

Yep.

There must be a lot of folks
up here in these hills

don't like the Cartwrights
any better than we do.

Think what would happen if they
was to murder in cold blood

a poor, harmless little old
coot like Flannery there.

Come on, Christian. Let's go.

I think I'll take
myself a little ride.

Krug?

Yeah?

Where?

The Cartwrights' front yard.

All right. Let's see if we can
make up for yesterday,

and drive some cows today.

Right.

Hey, Pa.

Ain't that that
bug hunter?

Yes. Yes. It's
Mr. Flannery.

Do you want me
to run him off, Pa?

No, no, no.
It's all right.

Mr. Cartwright,
I must apologize for coming...

(shot fires)

Cartwright's coming.

That's Flannery.

He was walking toward us.

He was shot from behind.

How'd it happen?

An unarmed man
whose only crime was

setting foot on your
precious ground.

I wouldn't
do that.

You butchers,
all of you.

You're quick to accuse,
Miss Pennington.

But wasn't it you who mentioned

about a man being sent
into the enemy camp

in order to be a known casualty?

This was a planned murder.

Someone here is guilty.

Well, now, who do you think
is going to believe you?

When the
decent people

in this part of the
country hear about this,

they're going to
ride on your place

and wipe out the whole
stinking Cartwright clan.

Looks like you got
it all figured out,

don't you, McCall?

How would you like to start
wiping us out right now?

BEN:
That's enough.

Take their guns.

What are you going to do--
kill us, too?

You're going back to California,
all of you.

You're drawing
a pretty fine line on murder.

Aren't you,
Cartwright?

Now, we're
out of supplies.

I told you
my sister is sick.

And you're going to make us go
back through that country

without food and guns
and our stock worn out?

Isn't that murder?

Mr. Pennington,
Pa wouldn't do that.

(scoffs)

We brought along fresh stock
and supplies by muleback,

and I'm gonna be riding
along with you.

You... as our guard?

Well, no, ma'am, you see,

I'm gonna be going along

to make sure no
harm comes to you.

(coughing)

Ma'am... I wouldn't hurt
you, not for nothing.

Pa, can Little Joe or Adam
go along instead of me?

We talked it out, Hoss.

We think you can do this best.

(Ben grunts, horse snorts)

(horse galloping
into distance)

Hey, be careful and
watch your driving.

You hear?

Ain't no use making it
any rougher on the lady

than you got to.

I notice your partner
ain't talking to you.

Of course
I never could figure

you and him being partners
in the first place.

Not that I blame you none.

You got some money out of it,
a pretty girl.

Krug, you're going to
push me once too often.

I am?

I don't mean to.

As a matter of fact,
I wanted to talk to you

about maybe working out
a partnership

on them claims
you filed.

What makes you think I'd
want to share with you?

Well, I was thinking
about you and that bug hunter.

I didn't kill him.

No, I guess you didn't.

Just about as responsible
as if you did.

All right, let's get moving.

Well, you have to admit I do
pretty well with what I have.

Thank you.

You could have
a lot more.

(coughing)

She could be out
in the desert,

not on her way back
to California.

You blaming me
for that?

You think it was my fault
that Flannery was shot?

No, I'm just a little sick of
the way fighting and killing

follows
everything you do.

You and your pretty
little world,

all wrapped up
in tinsel.

How do you think
I got

that land we hydraulicked
in California?

You sat back
in your plush office

while I went out there
and fought for what we had--

every inch of it.

Aren't you forgetting why
we're making this trip?

Didn't we
agree on it?

We both knew Emily had to
get to a drier climate.

(coughing):
John.

Well, a-are
you forgetting

or are other things
more important?

Can't you control
that miserable coughing?

These fir branches will make
a good bed for you, ma'am.

You just put 'em in the ground
with the needle end up.

You'll sleep
a lot better.

The smell of that fir will be
good for that cough, too.

Night.

(neighs)

You boys got you
some extra oats coming tonight.

Long, hard climb
we had today,

but you're gonna feel
a lot better

soon as old Hoss gets you
all scrubbed down here.

They, they like for you
to talk to 'em.

It makes 'em feel good.

You really love horses,
don't you?

Oh, yes'm.

I like all animals.

You can trust 'em.

But you can't trust people?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

It's... it's just
that some folks have got a...

a natural mean streak in 'em

that animals just don't know
nothing about, I guess.

(horse whinnies)

You giving it up?

Well, what do you ex--?

(quietly):
What do you expect me to do?

That big moose could break
your back with one hand.

Yeah, rough on men
but easy on horses.

He pays more attention to
the stock than he does to us.

Yeah, I noticed that.

Maybe if one of the horses
was to go lame tomorrow...?

Eh... even if we could handle
that big moose,

we'd still need
guns and ammunition

before we could tackle
the rest of the Cartwrights.

That foreman of
theirs-- Jose Moreno--

he don't live
far from here.

He'd have guns.

What about Pennington
and Emily?

Well, now, that's
your problem.

Me, I'm just
a simple man.

All I care
about's the gold.

(clears throat)

Ma'am, you're
going to see

some mighty pretty
country today.

Matter of fact,
if you'll look off

right through the
trees down there,

you can see
the lake now.

Pretty, ain't it?

That off-horse over there has
got a mighty tender mouth,

so don't go sawing
the lines too hard.

You hear?

(horse neighs)

Hey, Hoss!

You better come here a minute.

What's the
trouble?

Horse has gone lame.

How long has
he been lame?

Oh, about a half hour,
I guess.

Why didn't you tell me?

Poor old boy, looks
like you picked up a stone.

(men grunting, horse neighs)

Hoss!

Hoss!

Now either you get the guns
from Moreno your way,

or we'll get 'em our way.

(horse whinnying)

Hey, Se�or Hoss!

My good friend,
I am so glad to see you!

(laughs)

�Ay, caramba!

The miners-- they still dig
like gophers down at the flats.

Se�or Hoss,
is everything all right?

Jose, we're going to
have to be careful.

(gunshot)

I wouldn't.

Well, you finally came
to it, didn't you?

Outright murder.

I told you I wouldn't let
anything stand in my way.

Ah.
It's the only way to
fight the Cartwrights.

Don't you see?

I was only thinking
of you, Emily.

You never could think of
anybody but yourself, Blake.

And you never will.

I'll stop you,
McCall, somehow.

I can handle that, boss.

We're still partners,
John, if you want it.

No. I said
I'd stop you...

if it's the last thing
I ever do.

Tie him up.

Emily, I...

Come on.

I wish Hoss would
get back soon.

It takes four men
to replace him.

Well, if you can't hold up
your end of the work,

brother, you know...

(gunshots)

Look, why are we wasting
so much time?

What do you expect
to find, anyway?

Well, maybe you can
see through a wall.

Maybe you know how many
guns we're up against!

Look, Hoss had a rifle
and a revolver with him.

If they took his guns,
that's all they've got.

They took
Jose's guns, too.

They want us
out in the open.

They wouldn't have
brought Jose's body

to the house
if they didn't.

All right,
Adam's right.

Come on,
let's get going.

I'm sorry.

I was thinking
just about Hoss.

Hyah.

You look mighty
unhappy, ma'am.

What you need is a little
loving to cheer you up.

(yells)

Leave me alone!

Let go of me!

Let go
of me!

(coughing)

No. Never mind me.

Get Emily out of here!

Go on!

Well, now, maybe we should
have tied the girl up, too.

Shall we go after them?

Not yet.

Let's see how far
he'll get with a sick
girl on his hands.

It's all right.

I... I'm right
here by you.

I could get you something
to eat if you're hungry.

The woods are full
of good things to eat

if you know what
you're looking for.

I just want to rest
for a long time.

Well, we... we can't stay here
too long.

They're gonna be after us.

I don't care.

I... I really don't care.

That ain't no way to talk.

Let me help you, Miss Emily.

(coughing)

Get away from me, can't you?

(coughing)

(crying)

Leave me alone.

(crying)

(coughing)

Well, uh, I just hate

to see you hurting so,
Miss Emily, that's all.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to shout at you.

I can't hardly stand

to see nothing hurt
that's as pretty as you are.

Now, you stay right here.

I'm gonna take a look around.

Well, weren't no sign of 'em,

but that don't mean
he ain't right behind us.

We best be on our way.

You can't keep
running forever.

You carried me
half the night.

Why don't you
rest a few minutes?

I'll keep watch.

Do you really
think I'm... pretty?

I think you're real pretty,
Miss Emily.

I... I think

you're as pretty as I am ugly.

You're not ugly, Hoss.

Forgive me
for saying it.

Please?

Oh, it's all right.

I... I've heard it before.

We best move on.

And by what right
does a murderer

like old man Cartwright
tell you where you can mine

and where you can't?

This man Flannery--

he didn't even own a gun,

and old man Cartwright
shot him down!

You want to know why?

All right, I'll tell you why!

'Cause the real gold strike
is on the Ponderosa!

Not on that blue stuff

they're been running
into over at Washoe.

That's why Cartwright
and his boys

are willing to kill, and
they'll keep right on killing!

Move in on those murderers,

and get out
of this blasted blue stuff

and into the real gold strike!

I'm with you, McCall.

In fact,
we're all with you.

Right, boys?

(all voicing assent)

All right!

(loud, overlapping chatter
of men)

We'll all meet
at Horseshoe Canyon.

Working out better
than you hoped for, boss.

Old man Cartwright
and the two boys,

and they're coming in
alone.

Well, good.

They'll never
know what hit 'em.

Come on.

And bring my
partner with us.

(coughing)

Hoss, I'd like to explain
to you about Blake McCall.

You don't have to explain
nothing to me, Miss Emily.

You see, I only saw
the good side of him.

Well, I reckon that's
the way it is sometimes.

You-You look at a cactus,
and you see a rose,

'cause... 'cause a rose is
what you want to see.

I don't reckon
there's anything wrong

with wanting to see something
good and pretty.

Sometimes I even do that myself.

I get sort of lonely like,

and I look for good
and pretty things.

What sort of pretty things
do you look for?

Well, if...

if it's the springtime,

there's this canyon I go to.

It's plum full of dogwood,

and there's a thousand blossoms
on every tree.

And there's a smell
of the damp leaves in the air,

and little ferns
around on the ground.

It sounds lovely.

I was hoping you'd say that.

Why?

Because it's sort of
a special place for me, and...

I'd like to take you there.

I'd like to show you
the little gold-back ferns.

You-You press them
on your hand,

and-and the gold
comes right off

just like it was stardust
right out of the sky.

I ain't never took
nobody else there,

but I'd like to take you.

I don't think there's anything
else I'd rather see.

Miss Emily,

I want you to stay right here
on the Ponderosa.

Oh.

Hoss, don't you realize,
I'm very sick?

I know that, but I want
to take care of you.

I want to take care of you
all of my life.

I couldn't bear it, having
you feel sorry for me.

No, I... I ain't feeling sorry
for you, Miss Emily.

What...

Well, what I'm trying
to say is that...

I like you,
and I want...

(horse whinnying)

I'll be right back.

(horse whinnying, chatter)

Well, Hoss, what is it?

It's Pa and Adam
and Little Joe.

McCall's got at least
a dozen men down there.

Pa and them don't
stand a chance.

I got to stop it.

Hoss, you can't.
You'll be killed.

Miss Emily, I got to.

You can't go!

(shouting):
McCall!

Here I am,
McCall, up here!

I'm coming, McCall.

Hold your fire.

Want to tip off old man
Cartwright and his boys?

(horse whinnying)

(gunshot)

Hoss, you all right?
Yeah, Pa.

Well, Hoss, it looks like
you have things under control.

Yeah, reckon I sort
of lost my temper.

All right, you claim jumpers,
get back to your diggings.

It was McCall's idea,
Mr. Cartwright.

I didn't want
no part in it.

Get off this land,
all of you! Move!

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

All right, Pennington.

HOSS:
Pa, wait a minute.

Little Joe,
you got it all wrong.

Mr. Pennington here
saved my life.

Pennington, I guess
we owe you thanks.

Thank you.

Is Emily all right?
She's fine.

(coughs)

We got to get
a doctor for her.

What's ol' Doc Riley
doing up there?

He sure has been
up there a long time.

(door opening)

How is she, Doctor?

She wants to talk
to you, Mr. Pennington.

Well, what did
the doctor say?

What the doctor had to say
isn't really very important.

Would you take that?

I'd like to go back
to San Francisco.

What?

Emily, you know what the
doctors there told you.

This is the climate for you.

Why, in three months time,

you'll be completely
recovered.

John, you know better.

I don't know better.

I refuse to give up.

It isn't a matter
of giving up.

It's being able
to face the truth.

I had to face the truth
about Blake,

and I think that makes it much
easier for me to face this.

I'll find
another doctor.

I'll do something.

No, John.

You've done much more than
a brother should do anyway.

I don't want to be
a burden to you

during the time I have left.

I'm going back.

Then I'll go with you.

No, I don't want
you to do that.

I want you to
go on to Washoe,

and to this new Virginia City,
just the way you planned.

You think I'd leave you?

I want to go back today.

Today? Why?

You're in no shape
to travel.

Please let me do
what I have to do.

I'm not...

I'm not really so brave,
you know.

It's just that I've accepted it.

And I don't want to take
a chance on tomorrow.

There must be something
I can do.

Yes, I'll tell you
what you can do.

Get my clothes
from the wagon,

because I want
to look my very best.

John?

Please don't tell Hoss.

(door closing)

There's a wagon train
crossing the Sierra
into California,

and the wagon masters's
gonna meet us down
at Truckee Meadows.

He'll take good
care of her.

It'll be fine,
Hoss. Thank you.

God bless you, John.

Bye, Emily.

I wish you didn't
have to go back so soon.

I wish that, too.

Maybe I ought
to go along with you.

No.

You're needed
on the Ponderosa.

Hoss, tell me
about the canyon,

and the dogwood
in bloom.

I ain't... I ain't so
good at talking about it.

The gold-back ferns that you
press against your hand

and the gold comes off

just like it was stardust
right out of the sky.

Emily, come back this spring

and it'll be there
just like I told you about it.

You come back,
I'll take you there.

You go there, Hoss.

And when the spring comes

and the dogwood's in bloom,
you go to the canyon.

(voice breaking): And I
promise you, I'll be there.

I love you, Hoss.

HOSS:
Whoo-hoo!

She loves me!

Miss Emily loves me!

She's gonna come
back this spring.

Did you hear that,
Little Joe? She loves me!

Me, old Hoss.

I'm gonna get
married, Little Joe.

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

What have you been
telling these people?

You must have known
Miss Pennington was very ill.

Hoss!

You quack.

If you've told
her something...

Do you think it's any pleasure
for me to tell a dying girl

she's got only one month
to live?

You lie.

You're all liars.

Pa, make 'em tell me
they're lying.

It's God's will, son.

Hoss...

Joe.

Son... I've had to bury
three women I loved.

Your ma...

Adam's and his.

For awhile,

it's a hurt you have
to bear alone.

I just don't understand, God.

You got to help me.

Pa.

Pa...

Pa, I...

Hoss, there's plenty to do.

(axes chopping)

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