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Detective Corcoran,

you are never
what I expect.

Jasper's going to stay
with us for a little while,

if that's okay.

Herr Schwarz, may I
see that locket?

This is a surprise
for Corky.

Give it to me
at once.

Who pawned
this locket?

Madame Grindle.

If you found that
locket of Ellen's,

what would you do
with it?

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I love him
like a brother,

but the man's been
talking a fool's game.

Maguire's got plans

to make an honest
woman of Molly

and become
a farmer.

I'm not sure Francis
is the farming sort.

And Molly's
the marrying sort?

I was there.

Upstairs, telling
Annie a story?

I heard every groan.

You're not going to
get away with that!

Major,
what the hell?!

Just a minor
misunderstanding.

Here.

Whoa.

It's just that this
miscreant insists

that I'm not allowed
in this establishment.

What the...?

Why won't you give
Corky the locket?

Aren't you the brazen
little bitch.

I just...

he's been asking
for that locket

since he got back
from the war!

Keeping it from Corky
is just plain wrong.

He's never
going to move on.

He's never going to be
entirely yours...

Until he finds out what
happened to his wife!

The damn thing
is cursed.

Ellen's
disappearance;

Kevin's daughter,
murdered;

And madame Grindle.

Oh, yes,

I'm aware Grindle
had the locket.

I just can't figure out
why you would lie to me.

If you want
the locket so badly,

take it, Molly.

You do not tell Kevin

it was ever
in my possession.

I won't say nothing.
I swear.

That's a good girl.

Remember, you're
my favorite, Scarlet.

I wouldn't want anything
to come between us.

Who's there?

It's me.
Molly.

We can't do this,
Molly,

not again.

I found it
for you, Corky.

Where?

Does it matter?

Tell me where!

Herr Schwarz.

He said madame Grindle
pawned it.

Grindle?

You know,
the abortion doctor.

The one who croaked
the other day.

Now that you have
your locket,

you can relax.

Schwarz!

Open up!

Ain't this
some Jew holiday?

Goddamn!

So, come on, now,
tell me...

what do you need
this Jew for?

Molly gave me
Ellen's locket.

Corky, if I'd have
known she'd had it,

I'd have told you,
first thing.

I know
you would've.

Where'd she get it?

Here.
Grindle pawned it.

I want to know
what Schwarz knows.

Schwarz!

Matthew Freeman!
Whoo!

No reason
for fear, Sara.

This stranger's
family.

Come on, boy!

Uncle Marcus!

Hey!

Ooh-whee!

Kid, you're looking
finer than cream gravy.

You're not so bad,
yourself.

Marcus, my wife, Sara;
Our guest, Jasper.

Sweet lord!

You are beautiful!

Matthew done got
himself lucky.

Pleasure.

It's all mine.

How you doing,
son?

Swell, mister.

I behave.

You hungry?

Ravenous.

So, the last time
I heard,

you were
in Cincinnati,

boxing,
unbeatable.

'Til I got beat.

Been a while since
I stepped in the ring.

Knees gave out
before the jaw.

Who'd have thought?

So what brings you
to New York?

On my way across
the old Atlantic.

To England?

The homeland,
Africa.

Thank you.

Liberia,
to be more exact.

That country's
a land of opportunity

for the negro.

You should
come along.

Ha!

Uncle Marcus,
I was born in America.

"America"?

There is no America.

Thank you.
Only blue and gray.

And black.

Liberia's got its own

declaration
of independence,

its own constitution,

and I'm going to create
my own destiny.

When my feet land
on Liberia's shore,

I will shout the new
Republic's motto:

"The love of liberty
has brought us here."

* Mary had
a little lamb *

* she kept it
on a barge *

* when she took
her bloomers off *

* his woolly dick
got large *

Annie!

Tea tastes like
an iron fence.

That's Twinings
Earl Grey,

London's finest.

'Tis a proper
lady's beverage.

You'll acquire
the taste.

I hate this house,
I hate this dress,

that stupid tea!

I want to go back
to miss Eva's.

Absolutely not.

That's the last place
on earth you're going.

Ugh!

This dress!

All right, everybody,
give me your attention.

Madame Grindle was found
stabbed to death Thursday.

Anyone know anything?

Ever come across the woman
inside or outside her office?

No one?!

I...

I went to see
madame Grindle last week.

May God forgive me.
I can't afford no child.

You got some
information?

What I ain't got
is money.

Grindle kept a ledger,
listed every woman

who needed her service and
every man who paid for it.

All her doings is
in that ledger.

Corky.

Found Grindle's sister,
a Mary Lockwood.

She's down at the
mission building.

Swing at my hands.
Yeah!

Yeah, yeah!
Whoo-whee!

My God, you're
a grizzly bear.

Go do those exercises
I taught you.

Okay,
Mr. Marcus.

Go get 'em.
Yeah.

That boy'd make
a great boxer.

Jasper's
no fighter.

Well, not yet.

Matthew,

I need
to earn money

for my journey,
for my new life.

There's a boxer,
Irishman,

thinks he's the cream
on top of milk,

but he's got none
of the natural ability

that Jasper has.

Head-to-head?
The kid would take out

the Irishman
in two rounds.

No way you gonna
learn that boy

in the ways of
such a savage sport.

Violence has brought
enough anguish

to his family...
ours, too.

You leave Jasper be.

I have house
calls to make.

My nephew,
all grown!

A doctor!

Julia took
"Grindle" as a surname.

Being a wedlock doctor,
she didn't want

any trouble
to come my way.

This locket was once
in her possession.

Do you know how
she came to it?

You inherited
the stuff

in your sister's
house on Worth.

We're looking for a ledger
logging her clients.

Julia didn't actually
live in five points,

but on 14th Street.

The place downtown
was her office.

Did you find
a ledger there?

No.

How about where
she did live?

I work from morn 'til
night at this mission

and, now,
I'm tasked with

arranging
Julia's burial.

I haven't had the hours
to get uptown.

We need that ledger.

We find that, we may
find who killed Julia.

Why is it that a murder
of a woman like my sister

is such a priority to the
metropolitan police?

Truth be told,
miss Lockwood,

there's more
to this case

than murder
that interests me.

Now, the address
on 14th Street,

please.

There is the Kingdom
of Heaven

and there is
the Kingdom of Avarice.

Greed is the sin
of seizing what one can,

while one can,
however one can.

Let us pray.

Our father...

thank you
for coming.

Hello,
little one.

See you at dinner
on Thursday.

I look forward
to it.

Good to see you.

Bishop Onderdonk.

I hope you enjoyed
today's sermon.

Elegant and eye-
opening, as always.

Ah.

I saw Winfred Haverford
at the Union League Club

days before
he perished.

He informed me that you
intend to purchase

all the acreage
in five points.

Winfred had a wild
imagination.

To purchase land
for the sole purpose

of increasing
one's wealth...

I already have wealth,
Right Reverend.

Yet, it appears
you crave more.

Now, I am willing
to keep this matter

between us,
if your desire

to level
five points dims.

If not, I must
obey God's will

and speak out.

Onderdonk, you old goat,
I'm forced, each year,

to pay a tithe
to this Diocese.

If I dare refuse,
you would condemn me

before the entire
congregation.

You call it
a "donation."

I call it
extortion.

Please excuse my son,
Right Reverend.

The eager vision
of youth is,

at times, blind.

Ah, your words
are genuine

and appreciated.

We shall alter the
situation posthaste.

Have a blessed day,

gentlemen.

Are you really
willing to forgo...?

I said "alter
the situation".

Our plan is not
the problem.

Bishop
Onderdonk is.

An unexpected
proposal.

Pardon me.

Come on,
upstairs, miss.

I'll only be
a moment.

Who is that?

Grindle
doesn't look much like

her sister Mary.

Ashes,
or evidence?

What are you going to
do with burnt paper?

Me?

I'm not going to
do anything.

I need something
to put this in.

Here.

Annie.

Annie, whatcha
doing all alone?

I had to talk
to you.

Mrs. Haverford
is evil.

There's a man...
scary...

so there I was,

on Baxter Street,
and ran into Annie.

She was talking
crazy notions,

going on about a strange
man in your house?

That "strange man" is
Antoin de Bovier.

He's designing
Winfred's mausoleum.

Huh.

Antoine is
a little ghoulish.

The thing that concerns
me, though, is

the thought of Annie
alone in Five Points,

the very environment

from which we're
trying to remove her.

Please,
would you sit down?

No, thank you.

Tea?

I have to ask...
given her tempers,

do you still
believe this is

the best place
for the child?

While Annie certainly
has a mind for mischief,

there's an abundance
of potential in her.

And, after you've known me
a while, you'll see...

once I decide to act,
nothing can sway me.

Evening.

It's pretty.

Mmm.

That would be
a very bad move.

I don't really know
how to play the game.

Well,
I'll teach you.

Yes, indeed!

Ha! Cuba.

Undefeated.

Money by
the bucketloads

and the finest lady
you ever saw...

Daniela L�pez Famosa.
Mmm!

Big, sumptuous eyes.

Your wife, Sara,

she has them same eyes.

You just get lost
in them.

Where's this
Daniela now?

Spent every dime.

Woke up one morning,

other side of the bed
was cold.

Found in a fireplace,
you say?

Yeah.
Any chance?

Let it dry,

or it'll smear.

Goddamn!

Mad scientist,
you are.

These fancy,
new steel pens

use iron
in their ink.

Even fire can't dispose
of iron traces.

The residue is what
you see there.

It seems madame Grindle
might've been

closer to God
than we thought.

5 bucks.

The New York
Episcopal Diocese

sent this letter
to Grindle.

Detective,
you have a remarkable,

irritating tendency
to always take things

one step further
than needed.

"Utmost discretion
of this matter,

or you will be
the one who pays."

Signed the
Right Reverend,

the bishop of
the episcopal church.

A letter burned
in the fireplace

of the murdered
woman's home.

Case is closed.

Closed?

Grindle was
an abortion doctor.

No one cares.

Oh, I think the person
who killed her

cares very much... he
doesn't want to be found.

Nor will he be.

Your name is
Sullivan, right?

It used to be
"O'Sullivan,"

until your da
stepped off the boat

and they made him
scratch off the o.

Grindle was murdered
to protect

some goddamn uptown

Anglo-Saxon Protestant
son of a bitch.

Our lowly
Irish asses

would hang
for lesser crime.

But you, you sit there,
letting them win,

because you want
the hoi polloi to think.

Ciaran Joseph Sullivan
is a good boy!

You finished,
copper?

Good.

Go home, get drunk,
screw your whore.

Tomorrow,
you move on!

Moving on?

Not really
my speciality.

Hood's army
is tearing up

the railroad tracks from
Atlanta to Chattanooga.

Cutting off
union supply lines.

Buy gold at $150.

I'm sorry.
You were saying?

Your family,
you have strong ties

to the Episcopal
Diocese, the clergy.

You own a pew
on the front row

of trinity church.

Yes, yes, but you
know me, Kevin.

I prefer the company

of heathens,
such as yourself;

And less-virginal
women.

The Diocese sent
letters, money,

to Grindle;
She's found murdered;

And her ledger,
detailing all clients

and transactions,
just disappears.

You have yet
to ask a question,

but it seems you
already have an answer.

Major, someone
from the Diocese is...

they're trying
to hide something.

And you think this

ledger possesses
the ultimate truth,

like the holy Bible?

I need to know
who took the ledger.

Who holds
the highest power

among
the Episcopals?

Please.

There's
the Assistant Bishop;

The Bishop Suffragan;

And, at the top,
the Diocesan Bishop.

There.

May I inquire
as to your interest?

It's the madame Grindle
case, sir.

And you believe
some good soul

at the Diocese
is involved?

Leave us.

Detective,

our Diocesan Bishop,
Benjamin Onderdonk,

is held in high esteem,
but there have been

rumors about
his behavior.

There's nothing
more despicable

than a hypocrite.

Begin your search
with him and,

if he is corrupt,
expose him.

What did admiral
Farragut say

at Mobile bay
last August?

"Damn the torpedoes.
Full speed ahead!"

Full speed
ahead.

Yes!

Thomas Cole.

True Americana.

Be careful, Corky.

There are walls
even a man

as dexterous as you
can't climb.

I don't intend to go
over the wall, major.

Like all Irish,

I'll go through
the back door.

A question:

In that ledger,

for whose name
are you truly looking?

Bishop Benjamin
Onderdonk.

How long have you
cooked for him here

at the chancery?

So what can you
tell me about him?

Little to nothing.

He don't come
round my kitchen.

But, still,
a house like this

shakes from the top
down and mischief?

It's whispered
on every floor.

Can't help you.

Uh, it's
Niamh, right?

Is that
a Dublin accent?

'Tis, indeed.

You were born
and raised

on the north side,
were you not?

Some keen ears
on you.

Parnell Square.

I know it well.

Me granddad lived
on Lower Gardiner.

Did he, now?

His entire life.

Did you make
the crossing

on the
McCorkell line?

Six years back.

And look
at you now,

proper
Catholic girl,

toiling away
for Protestants.

What would
your ma say?

Me ma?

Lord!

I could never tell
her things I've seen

since coming to this
saltbox of a country.

But you could
tell me.

What've you seen,
darlin'?

I'm a good woman,
detective, but,

they took me
to St. Peter's

down on Barclay

and I made a vow
on the holy cross

to stay silent.

My eternal soul
is at risk.

I admire
your faith.

But our God, our God,
the Catholic God,

he forgives.

Now, I'm here because
a woman was murdered.

Not an innocent woman,
Mind you,

but which of us are?

That's gospel,
for sure.

Now take a moment.
Take a moment

and think about
our lord,

ask what he
considers to be

the higher crime...
speaking the truth;

Or staying silent,

helping to hide
a murder?

I know which one
I'd prefer.

The maid,

Dearbhla O'Toole.

Anh!

Christ, you're
cruel, Matthew.

Now, be still, boy.

You come up with a better
way to kill smallpox

and you'll be a richer man
than you brag you were.

I'll be plenty rich
again in Liberia.

You talk about Liberia
as if it's Eden.

You want your freedom,
a fresh start? It's here.

Carmansville
is open air.

Or Weeksville,
in Brooklyn,

where the negro
community is growing.

Brooklyn?

Never.

Liberia.

I can be a king
again in Liberia.

Matthew, our family knows
that you amputated

Robert Morehouse's leg,
saved his life,

even though the papers
reported otherwise.

The major paid
for my new home

and my medical
practice.

That slate has been
wiped clean.

Now, don't you
cry, now, okay?

Anh!

I want to meet
Robert Morehouse.

He backs that Irishman
I was talking about.

Morehouse could finance
Jasper's first fight!

Do this, Matthew.

Swear on your
father's grave.

My brother's
grave.

Hiya, stranger!
Where you been hiding?

You had Ellen
Corcoran's locket,

and you
didn't tell me!

Francis, please, I...
I was struck dumb.

After all of
Kevin's searching,

and there it was,
in front of me!

I didn't know
what to do,

just that he should
have the locket!

You're right, Francis.
You're his best friend.

I should've told you,

I should've given it
to you to give to him.

I'm sorry, I am!

Can you forgive me?

You can't go keeping
the truth from me!

Never!
Never again!

Never.

Evening,
Right Reverend.

Do I know
you gentlemen?

You episcopalians
practice confession,

just like us Catholics,
don't you, now?

So let's switch roles
for a minute.

You talk,
I listen.

Whoever you are,
you cannot threaten me

in my own church.

Apologies.

Let me
introduce myself.

Oh, my God!

Forget about God,
for now.

Ah! Tell me about
your relationship

to madame Grindle.

Madame Grindle?
I never heard of her!

Bullshit,
holy man!

We found the letter,
the one you sent her,

the one you tried
to burn.

You think
I'm that foolish?

God, ah!

No. No, I think
you're that desperate.

Nothing you say
is true!

Ah! Oh!

Ohh! Oh. Ah.

Easy, Kevin.

Oh!

Oh, God!

I need that ledger.

Where is it?!

I don't know anything
about any ledger!

What about
Dearbhla O'Toole?!

Know anything
about her?

You killed
her, too!

You had a baby.
No.

You got your
parlormaid pregnant,

forced her to abort
her own child and,

in doing so,
she bled to death!

No! I don't know anything
about a ledger!

Corky, he's just
an old man!

Come on.
Come on. Come on.

Oh! Ohh.

You had your chance
to come clean,

and, now, the whole
world's going to find out

what a filthy piece
of shit you are.

No.

Maybe it's
your hair.

You comb it
so pretty.

That why Kevin
likes you?

It is not that
simple, Annie.

People think
I can't understand

because I'm young,
but I know things.

Look at
Mrs. Haverford.

Corky seems...

Smitten with
her, too.

"Smitten" is
a word, right?

It is.

See, I can tell
he likes her, but,

I don't know why!

She's just
plain nasty.

Maybe it's
her hair, too.

She's blonde.

Huh.

Guess hair doesn't
matter to Corky.

I mean,

Molly's hair
looked like roses.

Molly?

Yeah.

Hey, Thompson,
you got a minute?

Ah, Christ on
a bicycle, Kevin!

A little
goddamn privacy!

I have a scoop
for the Tribune.

Ahem, you got to settle
up with me before

you and Corky have
your little rendezvous.

But I didn't...

ahem!

Have a good
evening, James.

See you later,
Corky.

All right, now,

put your prick away
and grab a pencil.

Havana, Cuba,

1857,
you knocked out

George Sigarra
in four rounds.

No matter how many
times Sigarra swung,

you wouldn't
go down.

I recognized you
when you walked in!

Colored king
Freeman.

Yes,
that was me.

And who
are you now?

Word is you've got
Irish Jake McGinnis

in town,
looking for a fight.

Not just any fight,
something rare.

I found
a young negro,

built like
Fort Schuyler.

My thought,
Mr. Morehouse:

For 35%
of the gate,

I'll train the boy
to fight

an exhibition bout
against Irish Jake.

Ah.

I love this idea!

Celt versus African,

battling in
a civilized matter.

Tickets will be hotter
than hell's boiler room.

And if my boy,
McGinnis, were to win

this fight,
on election day,

he'd be a shoo-in
for alderman.

And if your fella
should lose,

there would be more
money in your pocket.

May the bout be
a victory

for the better
bruiser.

So,

Bishop Onderdonk
told a reporter

that he hired
you two

to do all of
his dirty work.

Thanks, Tommy.

I want

the whole truth,

or I start
swinging.

If you're following
me, detective,

it would be best if you
picked up your feet.

Oh, miss Lockwood.

I wish that were
the case, but, uh,

assigned
to beat patrol.

Boring as can be.

Truth is, though,
I was going to stop by

the mission later
because, well, you see,

your sister's case,

our captain shut down
the investigation.

Expected as much.

I mean, officially,
it's closed, but,

for me and Kevin,
it's not over

'til we find
Julia's ledger.

And her killer.

I know

most people
curse your sister.

For the service
she performed?

Yet that doesn't make
your grieving any less.

Hope you're
holding up.

As well
as I can be.

Good day.

Ma'am, what can I
do for you?

This is
your name, yes?

"Maya Azulai, age 12,

termination of pregnancy
on 10 December."

I'm terribly confused.

Your wife's name
is not Maya,

nor is she
12 years young.

How much?

Thank you,
Kevin Corcoran!

Please, allow

the newly appointed
managing editor

of the Tribune
to buy a round.

No, for these two.

James Thompson,
the lowly reporter

is no more.

Put this story on
Mr. Greeley's desk,

was promoted within
the hour. Hot damn!

I'm happy for you,
Thompson,

but I don't feel much
like celebrating.

Kevin, you brought
down a bounder.

Feel good
about that.

Bounder though he is,
Onderdonk told the truth.

He
didn't have Grindle killed

and he doesn't have
her ledger.

How come you're
so sure?

Well, I interviewed
the two goons he hired

to search Grindle's
place... you know,

the Whitesell brothers,
you know them, Andrew.

Neither has the balls
to commit murder.

Well, we will find
Grindle's killer, yet.

Not if capt Sullivan
has his way.

I told you
the case was closed.

Now, what in the name
of the risen Christ

are you doing,
blighting the Bishop

of the goddamn
Episcopal Diocese?!

Mr. Morehouse.

Mr. Morehouse.

Capt Sullivan!

I was just speaking
with det Corcoran

about the disgraceful
manner...

disgraceful, indeed.

The Bishop's lascivious
behavior's a shock.

The church elders

could not be
more full of gratitude

for Corcoran's
and your hard work.

Yes.

As always,
detective,

I'm quite impressed
by your footwork.

Those
reporters are hungry

for a statement
from you,

captain.

Ahem!

Captain! Sir?

Thanks.
Put it on my tab.

The bracelet,

it sparkles,
just like you.

Aw!
Too sweet.

You know, I wanted you
to have the bracelet

to demonstrate
my fondness for you,

so I could ask you
to marry me.

Well, now, who else
would I marry?

Good to know.

Is something wrong?

No, but,
a bracelet, huh?

It's my mother's.

Oh, it's pretty.

Only, a ring is
more fashionable.

The women on Fifth Avenue
have got diamonds

on their fingers,
as big as a penny.

We'll pawn
the bracelet, then,

get you a proper
ring, all right?

There he is, the little
champion. You ready?

Go for it.
You still training?

Come on, come on,
come on, gimme.

One more time.
Keep it up.

Come on, Willie.

Ah, good morning,
Mrs. Rearden.

Morning, Francis.

Kevin. Kevin.

Your mind's
on the moon.

My wife, my Ellen,
has the purest heart

of any woman that I know,
and, yet, I'm a copper,

I'm supposed to consider
the unthinkable:

Is her name
in that ledger?

Did Ellen give
Grindle the locket

to pay for an a...

stop.

As a copper,

you're supposed to
consider

all the possibilities,

like, for instance,
someone stole the locket

from your house and
used it to pay Grindle.

I got to know,
Francis.

We're chasing
a phantom ledger.

Where do we go now?

Where we started.

Yeah yeah, madame Grindle,
a frequent customer,

always buying
and selling.

I remember
this one.

And Grindle
sold it to you?

Yeah, some time
back, months.

Did she say how she
came to have it?

I remember her
talking about

a woman.
What was this?

Yeah, right, a woman.

The e,
Evelyn or Edith.

Ellen!

Ellen, yeah!

This Ellen sold this
locket to madame Grindle.

She needed the money
to feed her little girl.

The union army mail
was slow that month.

Her husband's pay
was delayed.

You know how unreliable
the postal service is,

even without
the war on.

The madame said
she took pity

on the woman's
little girl,

who was crying
and crying

in front
of my shop, oy!

I guess babykillers
don't hate all babies.

Herr Schwarz,
I appreciate your time.

Show me that
emerald, there.

'Til tonight?

Yeah.

There's only

four here.

The deal was five.

Worth every penny.

You Jews, you know
how to lie.

Keep a man's peace.

Danke shoen.

* On him who the brave sons
of Usna betray'd! *

* for every fond eye

* he hath waken'd

So, you got
yourself a fianc� now.

"Fianc�" sounds
nice, but,

I don't know about
Francis Maguire.

You're not going to
marry the man?

He's a good fella,
but I don't think so.

Heartbreaker, you.

Here,
let me do you.

Why, sure.

It's been
a long while

since you brushed
my hair.

It's about time
you relax.

I know you spent

a good amount
of energy

pleasuring my Corky while
I was in New Orleans.

Wait, what
did you say?

Ah!

* Our halls
shall be mute *

* and our fields
shall lie wasted *

* till vengeance
is wreak'd *

* on the murderer's
head *

* though sweet are

* our home recollections

I told you the locket
was cursed.

George.

George!

George!

What?

She cut
her own throat.

Molly and I
are planning

a small
wedding, but,

when I proposed
to her she said

yes...
well, sorta.

Didn't seem
too happy about it.

Am I asking
too much?!

I want a wife! I can
get fat and old with.

What we want
and what we get

are never the same
thing, Francis.

Here.

Who are you thinking
killed Grindle?

Oh, God, the road's
gone cold.

Some cases,
you never solve,

but I got a feeling,
I got a feeling

this one'll double back
around, someday.

You know,

I've been searching
months for this locket,

trying to make sense
of Ellen leaving,

Maggie's murder.

The search gave me
reason to wake up.

And, now, I got
the locket in my hands

and I realize
that all that effort

was for nothing.

Just a chunk
of gold.

Cheap gold,
at that.

Now, I feel further
away from my girls

than I ever did.

Oh, Kevin, no.

No no, I'm not
giving up, Francis,

I'm just changing
battle plans.

And, hey, this way,

I always know
where the locket is.

Ah?

Hey, there, fellas!

About time
you showed up!

What, your wife
nail your feet

to the floor again?

Hey, Maguire, c'mere
a minute, will you?

No.

No!

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