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-Previously on The Resident...-Why are you here?

-I'm not here to see you.-I know this is hard,

but I can't have youin my life right now.

What's your beefwith Dr. Sutton?

She's my mother.She gave birth to me

and then wanted nothingto do with me.

The defining experiencein your life is abandonment.

Conrad Hawkins, there's been an accident.

Nicolette Nevin. Single-car collision.

Significant intrusion on the driver's side.

Her brain is herniating.

Nic won't recoverfrom this, Conrad.

♪

Open the tunnel.

-Open the tunnel.Oh, there it is.

Hey.

Hold still.

You know, you've been visitingthe crash site

every morningfor the past two weeks.

You never come homefeeling better or...

more informedthan when you left.

I'm just wondering

if this might be doing youmore harm than good.

Just somethingI need to do, Dad.

There had to have been amedical cause for the accident.

Cops believe she was aloneon the road.

It wasn't dark.

No skid marks.

She could have fallen asleep.

Nah, unlikely.When she was driving,

she always had a thermosof coffee with her.

It was her thing.

Maybe she was texting.

She wouldn't do that.

The car could have caused herto swerve.

Kid on a bike.

Deer. Raccoon. Who knows?

Whenever we went on trips,she always wanted to drive.

She hated the way I drove.

She was a great driver.

Just doesn't make sense.

I know the answer'sin her medical records.

I know.

I, uh, think I'm gonna take GiGito the park.

Let ball, please.

Let's take a minute?

You know, Dr. Devi showed mea real slick way

to tack down hernia meshlaparoscopically.

The intern Devi?

Have you managed to get Kit Vossinto bed yet?

Next question, Dr. Kranepool.

You're taking instructionfrom children, for God's sakes.

You can't close on the boss.

I showed you how to be

an unrelenting masterof the universe.

-The hell happened?-Serve the ball, tough guy.

They see your confidenceis gone, it's over.

Yeah, well, my universe is alittle smaller than it once was,

but my confidence...

is fine.

:Eh...

Yeah, I'm needed in the OR.

We'll finish this up tonight,

-if you're not too bushed.

Now, with allthe fibrous tissue removed,

what isthe critical anatomical region

we're looking at, Dr. Devi?

-The hepatocystic triangle.-Good.

Now, zoom in with the camera.

More.

Until I tell you to stop,Doctor.

Yes. Finally.

That's good.

Could you talk methrough the advantages

of operating at such a highmagnification, Dr. Kranepool?

I've only readthat the field of view

should be kept at a wide angle.

Well, if you're lucky, you'llreach a point in your career

where you don't need booksto remind you

of basic anatomy--though I have my doubts.

I know the locationof every structure

in and outof my field of vision.

Blood keeps pooling,and the source is outside

-of our field of vision.I'm zooming out, Doctor.

-Do not zoom out!Point the camera inferior

More.

Now to the right.

-I'm losing orientation, Doctor.-Then suction faster.

I have to pull back.I can't see anything.

My way or the highway,Dr. Snowflake.

BP's falling.

Good save, Dr. Devi.

If you'd still liketo widen your view, Doctor,

feel free to watchfrom the hallway.

Hey, thanks for meeting me.

-Why did you call me?-Something you said to me

keeps coming back.

-Yeah? What?-I'm not interested

in that cliché-filled lectureyou're itching to deliver

about bad choicesand unmet potential served up...

You are dangerously close

to putting me off ofmy favorite breakfast burrito.

The defining experienceof my life is abandonment.

That's what you said.

You disagree?

I don't think that's true.

Let me help you out.

Do you surround yourselfwith lower companions?

Huh? Half-bright stonerswho won't ever leave

because you make themfeel special by association?

Do you gravitate towardemotionally withholding women

who reflect your false senseof your own worthlessness?

When you can't draw egosustenance from your acolytes,

do you have grandiose fantasiesabout who you might become

to show your bio mom Billiewhat a mistake she's made?

If you've answered yesto any of those questions,

the defining experiencein your life is abandonment.

So, Trevor, what do you knowabout your birth father?

All she told meabout my biological father

was that he wasthree years older than her,

teenage ladies' man,

-football stud.-Mm.

So, two carelesshigh school kids, huh?

No, no, put that back.-Are you kidding?

-We got to record what happens.-Trevor, listen to me. Stop.

Okay, this is how it's gonna go.

You only speak when spoken to.

It's only "Yes, sir"or "No, sir,"

and keep your handsin plain sight at all times.

This is not a request.

Morning, Officer.

Sir, are you aware thatyour right taillight is out?

Yes, sir.I'm sorry about that, Officer.

I ordered the part from Germany.

It should be here tomorrow.You know, it's kind of hard

to track down Europeanvintage car parts locally.

License and registration, please-Sure.

And then I'm gonna need you both

to step out of the car,gentlemen.

Easy, all right?

Just easy.

Keep your hands on the carwhere I can see 'em, gentlemen.

Oh, I cannot waittill your pasty ass finds out

-what he does for a living.-Hey, Trevor, chill.

What was that?

I mean, all you see istwo Black men in a car

that's a little too nice,so it must be stolen, right?

Or we must beinto something illegal.

-Trevor, easy. Trevor...-And once you run the plates,

-Trevor! Trevor!-and they're clean, suddenlyyou'll remember that we fit

the descriptionof a wanted Black man

wearing a shirt and pants,

-between five-one and six-eight.-You might want to calm down,son.

-Oh, I'm not your son.-Son, put your handson that vehicle.

-Stop calling me "son."-Officer...-Get your hands on the car!

Trevor, back up!

-Call 911.

911. What's your emergency?

A cop got hit by a scooter.

We're on Rose,just west of Nelson Boulevard.

-Ambulance is five minutes out.-He won't make it that long.

His airway's flooded with blood.

In my glove box, there's a blackbag with a scalpel and pen.

Grab it.

You just helped savea man's life.

♪

I've been able to rule out a lotof things based on these labs.

-They're, they're all normal.-Okay. That's progress.

Yeah, but a problemwith her heart

is still a distinct possibility.

Well, what exactlyare you looking for?

I need to know why she crashed.

Telemetry stripgives me a window

into her cardiac rhythm whileshe was in the hospital, but...

maybe we missedan underlying arrhythmia.

-Sure, that isa possibility, but...-But...

what?

But it is unlikely, right?

"Unlikely" is not definitive.

We'll have a better senseof things

if I measureevery peak and valley

on this damn strip.

We find a run of PVCs,we're onto something.

I have another pair of calipersin the box.

You want to grab a strip?

Sure. Yeah.

Conrad saidhe wants everything in here.

Yeah, I'll bring it to himwhen I do my check-in.

Well, he is deep downa rabbit hole right now.

A medical mystery tour.

I'm not sure I like it.

Nic's dead.Nothing's gonna change that.

So let him tilt at windmills.

It's not hurting you.

If he doesn't findwhat he wants, then what?

You'll be there for him.

We all will.

Are we absolutely surethat Nic couldn't have...

Are we absolutely sure that Niccouldn't have had a seizure

or an ischemic stroke?

I know by the timewe did the scan,

her brain was swollen, so...

it might have been hardto see something like that.

You know, we've been through allof her labs and her tox screen.

Nothing suggestsshe was predisposed

to a seizure or a stroke.

You're absolutely certain?

Having a hard timeconnecting the dots here.

Yeah, I get that.

And you are a very formidablediagnostician...

Oh, don't humor me, Billie.

Listen, but whateveryou're looking for,

it didn't happen in Nic's brain.

I'm sorry.

Nic was mine.

I was hers. It was us.

There was no me.

Now the only thing I recognizeabout myself

is that I'm a doctor.

After my mom died,

my dad was finally ableto remember to hang up his towel

instead of tossing iton the bed,

which drove her crazy.

I just kept telling himhow proud she'd be.

And I'll say the same to you.

Did Nic ever feel faintor pass out as a kid,

like when you guys were playingsports or something?

Not that I can remember.

Sorry.

He could have lost the patient.

He would have lost the patient

if it weren't for Dr. Devi.

And then he told me to go standin the hallway.

What would you do?

You know that Kranepool and Bellare super tight, right?

They've been bestiessince we used leeches.

I'm aware of that.

Also, the Hippocratic oath is:"Do no harm."

Not: "Stop an old white guywho could destroy your career

from maybe doing harm."

I'm also aware of that.

But if his skills are diminishedand he wrecks a patient,

I would never forgive myselffor doing nothing.

I get that.

If you do decideto make your concerns known,

just find a way to do itwithout leaving a paper trail

or saying anythingthat could be quoted, all right?

What am I supposed to do?

Communicate themwith an interpretive dance?

I would pay to see that.

You're not being helpful.

All right, I'm sorry.I'm just...

I'm just too tired to thinkright now.

Well, maybe Conradwill be back soon,

and you won't haveto keep covering his shifts.

He is on his own schedule.

But I miss you.

I miss you, too.

I'm gonna haveto force myself to eat

before my next surgerywith Kranepool.

40-ish male versusscooter high speed.

Airway secured during the field.Level-1 trauma now.

Bay Ten.

Let's go, fellas.

All right, on my count.

One, two, three.

All right,I'm starting the primary survey.

Crackles bilaterally.

He's tachy to the 150s.Let's get him on a vent.

Let's get a vent in here!

The field cricis perfectly done.

-This your work?-Me and the kid.

Aortic regurgitation dueto severely damaged valve.

He's in rapid heart failure.

Call to the OR.Book an emergency sternotomy.

-Hey, AJ.-Yeah?

-Were you at the sceneof the accident?-Oh, yeah.

Officer Winnaker pulled us overand out of the car

for driving-while-Black,then he pulled his gun out

and he got hit by the scooter.

-His gun?-Yeah.

Are you sure you're in the rightheadspace to work on him?

Pravesh, I savedthe guy's life once already.

I am not gonna lowermy batting average to .500,

patient's bad intentionsnotwithstanding.

Thank you.

Hello, Dr. Devi.

I have cried twice this morning

trying to choosea replacement for Nic.

Are you all right?

Say something, dear.

There's somethingyou need to communicate to me?

Oh... you wishto remain anonymous.

Clever girl.

So, uh, does this concernanother doctor at the hospital?

A surgeon you've worked with?

Someone in whose ORyou've recently been?

Dr. Kranepool?

Oh.

Crunch no more.I'll look into it.

Oh, one more question.

Can I have one of those?

Aaron Kranepool?

-That's ridiculous.-I've poked around.

-His stats are decliningprecipitously.-Oh, come on, Kit,

the guy's a machine.

He's only a couple of yearsolder than me--

-he still beats me at squash.-You told me he cheats.

Well, no, I think what I saidwas he's highly competitive.

I understand he's a good friendand he's important to you.

No, it's-it's more than that.

He was a residentwhen I was an intern,

and an attendingwhen I was a resident,

and he was... he was my example.

I'm sure he was a damn good one,

but it appearsthings have changed.

Now, wasn't hejust down at Hopkins

for theirin-depth skills assessment?

You know self-reportingpoor results

for the Hopkins assessmentis optional.

The only person who sees itis the doctor being tested.

Yeah, okay, okay.So somebody reported him.

I don't need to know who,just...

what exactly was said.

I couldn't possibly repeatverbatim what was told to me.

Why not?

You are an exemplary surgeon.

I know you can't imagineentering an OR

without being in perfect mentaland physical shape.

It would be anathema to you.

Uh... well, exemplary,I don't know.

I need to know

if there's even a small chance

that Kranepoolcould injure a patient.

What do you need me to do?

He has a surgery this afternoon.

I'd like you to observe.

Fine. I'm-I'm surewhatever was said is overblown.

Let's hope so.

And you're absolutely sure your hands were visible

the entire time?

Oh, my God,for the third time, yes...

sir.

We just want to make surewe have an accurate account.

Now, it's a natural reactionto be angry

when you're pulled over.

Maybe you raised your voice,took a step

-towards Officer Winnaker...-How do you guys do thiswith a straight face, huh?

I mean, if we were white,we'd never be hands on the hood

-for a damn taillight.-Easy, now.That's a serious accusation.

Okay, I'm done answeringyour transparent,

-insulting questions.-Excuse me, officers.

I'm pretty sureyou have all you need.

You have our phone numbers.

If you needany more information,

you know how to contact us.

We'll be in touch.

-Thank you.Mm-hmm.

You want to watch me operateon Officer Winnaker?

Yeah, I'm a little busy, so...

I'll pass.

Oh, yeah?

What, you got to go homeand cook up some Molly?

Go to the admin officeon the second floor.

You have to fill outsome paperwork.

What is going onwith you and Trevor?

He called me this morningand we had breakfast.

Okay, I told you,this is very complicated for me.

And with Nic gone,I'm already pretty ragged.

-I don't need this, AJ.-I get it, I get it. I'm sorry.

Bringing him herewas not part of the plan.

But then there seemed to bea lesson in there

-that the kid could learn...-Wait, who asked youto give life lessons

to the kid I gave up?

Why are you so angry with him?

-Huh?

He's curious about his genes.

He has a suspicion that naturehas a bigger hand in who he is

than nurture,and those kind of questions

can torture a kid.

They tortured me.

You're overstepping,

and you need to stop.

What did I tell you?

Look at this run of PVCs.

Yeah, but it's...

I know she had a significantbrain injury at the time,

but before you sayanything else, look at this.

From when Nic got stabbed.Her EKGs.

Okay.

Multiple PVCs.

This could be the answerto something, but...

I don't know what.

Uh, she could have hada genetic heart condition.

Her mother died young-- maybethat's what happened to Nic.

Did GiGi inherit it?

If I know, I can address it.

When my father died, youlet me do what I needed to do,

and I want to repaythat kindness to you.

But what you found

are a few prematureventricular contractions,

all when Nic was sick,post-stabbing,

or with, ultimately,a fatal brain injury.

Do you honestly...

find this significant?

Because...

I know it's not meaningful,and I know that

because of what you taught me.

Bearing the Unbearable.

The Other Side of Sadness.

How to Go On Living When Someone You Love Dies.

Those booksdon't have the answer I need

when GiGi asks mehow her mother died.

The heart is exposed.

Prepare the bypass catheters.

Oh.

-Well, that could be a problem.-Dr. Austin?

The proximal aorta was damagedin the trauma.

People, we have to work quicklyif we don't want...

Ruptured aorta.

All right, everybody, listen up,there's a new plan.

All eyes on me.

We're gonna have to crashon pump.

You two cannulatethe femoral artery.

I will cannulate the IVCthrough the right atrium.

Be ready to start bypasson my order.

We are against the clock,people,

so let's move fast.

All right, clamp number one.

Scalpel.

Catheter.

BP 87/48 and dropping.

Let's start the bypass. Coolthe blood to 18 degrees Celsius.

Did we do it, Dr. Austin?

You did great.But don't get too excited.

That was just step onein keeping this man alive.

Once his temperature coolsto 18 degrees,

we will drain all the bloodout of his body.

The hell?-And then we will perform

a two-hour repair in 20 minutesto give him his blood back

before he goes brain-dead.

Devi, where you headed?

OR One, Kranepool.

Hear he's a disaster.

It's our second danceof the day.

He almost killed a patientand then threatened to exile me.

I've been anxious all morning

at the thought of returningto his OR.

I'm about to do battlewith a wicked spinal GBM.

-Love to have you with me.-I wish I could.

Now let's hope I don't pass outfrom the stress.

Hey.-Hey.

You asked me if Nicever passed out playing sports--

and she didn't-- but shedid faint a few times at school.

Mm, when and what werethe circumstances?

Like, right before a big test.

You know, midterm or a final.

It's probably nothing,but I thought you should know.

-Can you do me a favor?-Name it.

I-I need you to call Kyle.

He's-he's not speaking to me.

Just, you can make up someexcuse why you're calling him,

and then,I don't know, I just...

I need you to ask him if Nic'smom had a history of fainting.

Will do.

Did your med school teach youto assist the attending

or get in his way?

To assist, Dr. Kranepool.

Are you deaf and blind?

No. I don't have eitherof those disabilities.

I've had enough.You need to scrub out,

get your eyes and ears checked.Now.

-I'm sorry, Dr. Kranepool.-Get out!

Now.

Patient is tachy to the 170s.

I need suction over here.

Gloves, please.

-Thank you.

Randolph, what the hell?

I was watching upstairs.

Just looked likeyou could use a hand.

You were babysitting me?

Suction.

Lap pad.

And clamp.

You crossed a line.-Look, you shouldn't evenhave been in the neighborhood

of the right hepatic,then you blew through it

and you couldn't find it whileyour patient was bleeding out.

You didn't leave me any choice.

You've got a set of ballson you.

Hey, we need to havean honest conversation

about your fitness for surgery.

-Are you for real?-Oh, come on, Aaron,

what happened in there wasvery problematic.

Oh, please.You put on your cape

and flew in for a minor miscue.

You're a nervous Nellie.

You should be embarrassed.

Will you show me the resultsof your Hopkins tests?

When did you becomeso sanctimonious?

Surgery is rarely flawless.

-There are always complications.-You used to be

the closest thing to flawlessI've ever seen.

I recall an appendectomyyou performed a few years back.

Your patient died on your table.

I didn't come knockingon your door, did I?

But you should have.

I'm not the same man I wasfour years ago.

-You got that right.-It's the greatest regretof my life,

putting my own self-interestahead of my patients'.

And if you wantto hold me accountable

for the appendectomy,I will take what comes.

Good God, you've lost your way.

For the sake of our friendship,

don't mentionmy surgical skills again.

I'll see youon the squash court tonight.

A good, old-fashioned drubbing

will put your feet backon the ground where they belong.

Right nowhe's an enormous liability.

I wish I could fire him,but we both know

-how difficult that is.-That's like firinga tenured professor.

Plus, he's an icon.

And he's entitledto due process.

Well, it's a moot point.

We don't havethe necessary documentation

-to prove he's dangerous.-True.

And mostof his patients' complications

fall under "acceptable" risksof surgery.

Oh, the system doesn't work.

Yeah, well...

we've been allowed to buildtoo high a wall

to protect ourselves.

Bottom line,Kranepool is a time bomb,

and I don't want him explodingon my watch.

Yeah.

We're getting close, kiddo.

Grandpa Kyle told Aunt Billie

that Mama and her mamaboth fainted

a few times over the years.

-Yeah. Yeah.

Always in the summer.

I know.

Always in the summer,when it's hot

and they were dehydrated.

They didn't thinkit was significant back then,

but now...

I think... it is very...

very significant.

We got a couple more thingswe need to do.

-Okay? Oh?

Yeah, you like that?

Couple more piecesto complete our puzzle.

-But I promise you,

I promise you I won't stop untilwe have all the answers we need.

Hey, Conrad.

-Listen, about today...-Ah, forget it.

I think I've figured it out.

-Okay.-Nic has a family historyof early death,

starting with her mom.

They both had fainting spells.

Nic had PVCs on the monitor.

-Yes, but she had a normal echoand a normal EKG.-Which proves my point.

Everything we're talking aboutis characteristic

of catecholaminergicpolymorphic VT.

Listen.

Are you serious?

Do you know how rare that is?

But it makes perfect sense.

A genetic formof sudden cardiac failure.

Conrad...

You can havea normal resting heart function.

But stress and physical exertioncan cause serious arrhythmia.

You can pass out, even die.

Fine. I mean, that is possible.

All the panic attacks Nic had,

everything that we thoughtwas the thyroid,

that could have been CPVT.

Yes, it's a compelling theory...

She's stressed outon the drive home,

rushing to get back to us.

That could have sparkedthe arrhythmia.

Wait a second.

But it is a theorywithout evidence.

That's why I brought GiGi in.

I'm gonna have her testedfor the CPVT gene.

Then I'll know.

So, um, how many times didthat cop almost die in there?

-Mm, by my count, three.-Right, right.

So, um,why'd you go above and beyond

and give this guythe chance to destroy

a few more brothersdown the road?

Look, the best I can do

in the face of ignoranceis be better.

My excellence isthe best revenge.

So you think this guyis gonna change his worldview

because a Black doctor savedhis life with his "excellence"?

:Come on, man, that's naive.

Whoa, hold up, slow your roll.

It's not about the cop,Sherlock.

It's about me.

Saint or sinner,

they all get treated the sameunderneath my knife.

In the sanctity of my OR,

there is no placefor moral relativism.

When the world around meis irredeemable,

I am a righteous man.

What kind of mando you want to be?

I have an early surgerytomorrow, so let's not dawdle.

I believe it's my serve.

You served the ballout of bounds this morning,

so it's actually my serve.

No.

If we're gonna settle thison the court,

we got to playby the same rules.

The hellis that supposed to mean?

One-zero.

Seven-nothing.

I've been letting you winfor the past year.

You're not good enough.

Look, you taught mehow to play the game.

I could see how unbearableit was for you to lose,

so I've just been ignoringthe bad calls.

Serve the damn ball.

No, I'm all right... fine.

It's your peripheral vision.We both know that.

I can put the ball whereyou can't find it every time.

Serve the ball.

I take no joy in this, A.K.

People are getting hurt.

This is your exit ramp.Just-just take it.

Rest on your laurelsbefore you destroy them.

I have no hobbiesand three alimonies.

What the hell am I supposedto do with the rest of my life?

I don't know.

But you got to find a new game.

To answer your question,

I'm not angry at him.

I'm trying to protect him.

From you?

He's not the productof first love.

I was raped.

By our neighbor.

I was 13. He was a grown man.

Billie...

Trevor wants to knowwho his father is.

Is that an answer anyone needs?

Damn.

I can't even...

begin to understandthat kind of pain.

And I can only imagine how hardit is to even say those words.

So I'm honoredthat you shared that with me.

-And, Billie, I am so...-AJ,

don't say you're sorry.

You're a good man.

Just stay in your lane.

You get the results?

Uh...

negative.

She doesn't have it.

And...

Nic probably didn't, either.

A million things happenevery second

to every single personon the planet.

Some are joyful,

most are inconsequential,

and a few...

:are unbearable.

Those are the hardest onesto explain.

Can you make peace with that?

You've been talking at menonstop all day.

What happened, you, uh, yourun out of words or something?

Not possible.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Hey, so would it be coolif I come back to watch

some more of your surgeries?

Look, Trevor, um...

Look, we can keep meeting up,right?

You know, grab something to eat,chop it up.

-Yeah.-But, um...

we're gonna have to steer clearof Chastain.

She, uh, she told younot to bring me around?

Yeah.

What the helldid I ever do to her?

Nothing.

Now, this is not on you.

This is no reflectionof your worth, Trevor.

This is about Billie.

All right?You haven't done anything wrong.

Yeah, it doesn't feellike that, man.

I know. I know, man.

And I know in the momentyou may feel... disposable.

But you are not.

Billie's got her own story, man.

She... she's got her own damage.

You're just caught upin the crossfire.

You hear me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I hear you.

All right.

♪

I'm embarrassed to admit it,but I'm still not even sure

I did the right thingreporting Kranepool.

Look, Kranepoolalmost killed someone

after he banned you from his OR.

If you hadn't told Kit,Bell wouldn't have been in there

to save the patient's life.

Thank you.

For what?

For confirming what I believe.

That people deserve the truth,

no matter how complicatedor painful it can be.

To friends, old and new.

Everything hurts.

Well, not to minimizeyour discomfort...

but it was worth it.

Aaron Kranepool has retired.

Well...

I'm relieved, but...

maybe a little heartbroken.

You've savedwho knows how many lives.

I lost an old friendin the bargain.

You've done hima great service as well.

Perhaps one dayhe'll figure that out.

-Oh, come on, look,

your posture cannot be helpingyour discomfort. Scooch down.

-Wait, wait, wait.

-How does that feel?-Good, really...

That's good.

Just promise me

when it's time for me to hang upmy squash racket, you'll...

just-just tell me

-in no uncertain terms.-Oh, you know I will.

No, I do know that.

It gives me great comfort.

Should we have that dinnerwe've been trying to have?

I'd like that.

You know, Kit,apropos of so many things,

there's-there's no one's opinionof me that matters more...

...than yours.

♪ Standing on the platform ♪

♪ Watching you go ♪

♪ It's like no other pain ♪

♪ I've ever known ♪

♪ Strangers rushing past ♪

♪ Just trying to get home ♪

♪ You were the only ♪

♪ Safe haven that I've known ♪

♪ Hits me at full speed ♪

♪ Feel like I can't breathe ♪

♪ And nobody knows ♪

♪ This pain inside me ♪

♪ My world is crumbling ♪

♪ I should never have ♪

♪ Let you go ♪

♪ I think I'm lost ♪

♪ Without you ♪

♪ Standing on the platform ♪

♪ Watching you go ♪

♪ You said, "I want to see the world" ♪

♪ And I said ♪

♪ "Go." ♪

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