All language subtitles for Kindred.S01E06.REPACK.1080p.WEB.H264-CAKES

It's weird.
It's starting to feel normal.

Being here, I mean.

Yeah, I never thought
I'd be okay smelling this bad.

It's like the present
almost feels...

fuzzy now, which is like...
really fucked.

Yeah.

-This one time...
-Mm-hmm?

...I was at Big Bear,
and I was tripping acid,
like, real acid,

and I just fully forgot
what life was before tripping.

And so I just ended up
sitting cross-legged

next to my friend in a tent

just chanting the names
of chain stores like a mantra,

like, "Target, Walmart,
Walgreens,

Walmart, Target,
Walgreens, Walmart."

-Why?
-I don't know.
I guess they just...

represented a return
to the real world for me or...

Mmm.

Oh, I know. I could just,
like, hold you underwater
super gently.

-That sounds horrible.
-Mm-hmm.

-That's kind of the point.
-(chuckles)

It wouldn't work because
I'd know what you're up to.

Okay, got it.
I hire someone else to stab
you.

-No!
-Just, like, almost stab you.

No. What if I actually die?

You don't like
any of my ideas.

Because you're not the one
getting stabbed.

(music playing
over headphones)

I'm weirdly into this book,
Robinson Crusoe.

Rufus let me read it to him,
like, all day yesterday,

and I'm, like,
actually invested.

-(Kevin chuckles)
-It's so good.

If you can somehow shut out
the fact that this whole thing

is happening in a terrifying
and horrible time and place...

Mm-hmm?

...it's-- it's kind of like
a retreat.

(both chuckle)

So is that technically
a cornrow?

What?

♪ That I'm as lucky as me

♪♪♪

♪ Struck it rich ♪

(dog barking in distance)

♪ Dirty rich ♪

-♪ No work...
-We're gonna have to ration.

If we listen
to three songs a night,

I think we could
last about a...

week?

-A week?
-Mm-hmm.

Do you think that we're really
gonna be here that long?

♪♪♪

(rooster crowing in distance)

-(dog barking in distance)
-The sun's up.

♪♪♪

I should, um,
I should go to the attic.

Before they start waking up.

"What marks were there
of a

And how is it possible
a man should come there?

But then to think that Satan
should take human shape
upon him in such a place."

I'm bored.
Can we read something else?

-DANA: What? You're bored?
-(closes book)

(chuckles) You don't want
to see how it ends?
It's-- it's getting good.

-RUFUS: Nah.
-What about you?

What do you think
of Robinson Crusoe?

MARGARET: Carrie? Carrie!

That I deign to search
for my own attendant
is cause enough to box your
ear.

It's my fault, Mama.
I asked her to listen
to Dana with me.

Rufus, I should have it
that Dana shall no longer
read to you.

-But, Mommy--
-Hey!

Mr. Weylin
will better see Dana's value

elsewhere in the house.
You understand, Mr. Franklin.

In any case, young man,
your piano lessons
start presently.

I don't want
any damn piano lessons!

Rufus Weylin, I will
not tolerate such language.

It's okay, Rufus. It's okay.

Mr. Franklin's a great
teacher. You'll have fun.
Promise.

You might want to start
with emptying
Mr. Franklin's bedpans.

-Oh...
-Yes, Miss Margaret.

Right? So this is C position.

So your thumb is on the white
key before the two black keys.

MARGARET: Good day.

-May I watch?
-Yeah. Yeah.

We're just, uh, getting
acquainted with the
instrument.

-Um...
-(chuckles)

Rufus, why don't you show
your mom what you learned?

(sniffles)

(scale playing)

(chuckles) Rufus! Mmm!

That is marvelous.

Should display your progress
to Mr. Deighton tomorrow.

-Mr. Deighton?
-Yes. A widower and solicitor,

and he and his daughter--

they are to dine
with us tomorrow.

(notes playing on piano)

Rufus, I hear that Philippa
is very handsome.

-I don't want to meet her.
-Hush.

You are to be a gentleman.

And a gentleman
ought to be in love.

Don't you agree, Mr. Franklin?

(chuckles) Whoo! The thought

brings forth fond remembrances
of my own coming out.

You would have found me
quite becoming, Rufus.

Relish the opportunity
to meet one half as good
as your mother in Philippa.

(Margaret sighs)

Go on.

KEVIN: Um...so, uh...

(door closes)

LUKE: We've scoured the woods
from here to Easton.

-The girl is nowhere to be
found.
-Go on.

(horse whinnies in distance)

(rooster crows, dog barks)

LUKE: It makes absolutely
no sense.

She can't have traveled
as far on foot
in such a short time.

LUKE: Nothing.

-DANA: Listen, about last
night, I wasn't trying--
-The more I know,

the more danger you put me in,
you hear?

I'm already in enough trouble.

Somethin' the
matter with Luke?

I suspect it's that runaway
that happened under his watch.

He know about our talk?

-Do anybody?
-No.

You need to keep it that way.

Carrie!

Come here.

Take off that dress. Now.

I don't care what that bitch
Margaret wants.

You take it off 'fore you
step foot in this cookhouse.
You hear me?

What you lookin' at?

I keep Carrie in that tow
linen so she don't end up like
Celeste

or any of their mothers.

Last one might
have gotten away,

but Carrie
ain't gonna be the next.

You hear me?

Knock, knock.

-(door closes)
-Mr. Franklin.

How goes the
search for Winnie?

Yeah, we'll find her soon.

She's proving herself
to be rather a canny bitch.

But... I'm cannier still.

I don't suppose
you have any leads?

How goes Rufus's playing, hmm?

Well, uh, not bad
for one day, but, uh,

I feel that I should
manage your expectations.

Margaret seems to think
that he'll be concert-ready
by tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Oh, Christ.

Deighton visits tomorrow.

Unfortunately,
Kevin, a man's appointment
to the agricultural society

is dependent upon that
blithering loiterer's
judgment.

It doesn't help that he
considered himself betrothed
to Hannah in their youth.

I do suspect
that he half believes
this estate ought to be his.

I do hope you're not planning
to wear that to dinner
tomorrow.

Uh, I-- I don't really
have anything else to wear.

I'll have something arranged.

(woman screams in distance,
rustle)

(gasps and groaning)

Celeste.

-Let me help you.
-Thanks.

-My head feels somethin'
awful. -It's really hot.

You shouldn't be
exerting yourself.

You don't think I know that?
Go and tell Miss Margaret.

(bell ringing)

Thank the Lord
for that meal bell.

(chickens clucking)

(bell continues ringing)

(bird cooing)

Soon, two days will have come
and gone since Winnie's
flight.

I suspect some of you
know where she went...

and how she went about going.

I also reason
it's in your nature to keep
mum.

Maybe you don't think
it's your business, hmm?

You'd rather keep
your black eyes to the ground
and wait for the supper bell.

But maybe some of you
will afford me your obedience.

Where has the Negress gone to?
Where?

Hmm.

(splatter)

(gasps)

A half square of cornbread a
day until the Negress is
recovered!

Or until one of you comes
forward with her designs.

No evening meal till then!

Am I clear? Hmm?

Is that clear?!

-MAN: Yes, Marse.
-MAN #2: Yes.

-WOMAN: Yes, sir.
-MAN: Yes.

You see any of these mongrels
even think about lapping it
up,

you shoot.

Now back to work with you!

(thudding)

PETER: How long are we
expected to work off a half
square of cornbread, Luke?

-We're practically starved
as it is.
-Ain't sensible.

Marse Tom's liable to lose
half his stock in this heat if
we keep on with empty
stomachs.

You're right, Jupe,
and Marse Tom know that.

He just sore on account
of his shine for Winnie,
but he's a reasonable man.

-Ugh.
-Give it the night, Peter.

Master Tom gon' come
to his senses.

You better hope he does.
You was the one

that was supposed to be
watching out that night.

Where she go off?

Celeste doesn't seem
to agree with you
about Tom being reasonable.

Celeste just think
I know something about Winnie.

You think Tom
will really do this
if someone doesn't come
forward?

No slave is supposed to leave
Tom Weylin's plantation
that way.

If you ask me,

it's fixin' to be
a hard few days.

KEVIN: He wouldn't turn you
in, would he? Like--

like if things got worse.

No. I don't think so.

No, this just needs
to blow over.

What about Nigel or Celeste?
You know,

if something
happens to them...

How can we help take
the pressure off?

I don't know. Uh...help him.

Hmm?

DANA (whispers): Luke.

Dana, you shouldn't be
creeping around this late.

Jake's on watch tonight.

-You're not on watch?
-Not by myself.

Not anymore.

Look. I brought you something.

-What is that?
-It's food.

I promise it's good.

There's enough
for Celeste and Nigel.

That should hold you over
for a couple days at least.

What about everyone else?

I don't have enough
for everyone.

All right.

Come to me
with whatever you need, okay?

We're gonna get through this.

Together.

Does Miss Olivia have
anything to do with this?

She know anything
about Winnie?

Where she might be?

Mm-mm. No.

Did you take her
wherever it is you go?

Yeah. Winnie's gone for good.

Night.

(water

(birds chirping)

♪♪♪

JAKE: Morning, Mr. Franklin.
Making friends
with the ducks, were ya?

Somethin' like that.

I'm jealous of you, Piano Man.
No rest for the likes of me.

Soon, Tom's gonna have me
out there looking for that
damn girl of his again.

She must have some real
talents for him to be so upset
about her.

(chuckles)

Your own must as well.

What do you mean by that?

Well, you tell me.

Is Dana mouthy
in more ways than one?

-(man shouts, logs clatter)
-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-You right, Jupe.
-Pitiful sight, isn't it?

-Get up, you good-for-
nothing-- -Back off, damn it!

The man ain't eaten anything.
He's weak. We all are.

You know, from the feel
of that shove,
you don't seem too weak.

Tom hasn't been
sneaking you any crumbs
from the dinner table?

Get the hell out of here.

Better start watching
the way you talk to me.

Things going so south for ya,
you might just regret it.

-Come on--
-Don't be touching me!

That Jake right.
You're just the right hand to
all that evil up in that
house.

Back to work.

♪♪♪

TOM: What are you
doing in here?

I was retrieving a book
for Mr. Franklin.

You were reading it.

You are never
to linger in this room.

Do you understand me?

Hmm.

(sniffs)

(book slams)

(door opens and closes)

Mr. Franklin.

A word?

I found your slave
reading in my library.

Oh, I'm-- I'm so sorry.
Um, she-- she didn't, um--

She may collect books for you,

but she's never to read alone
while on this estate.

Nor in the presence of my
stock. I have policies to
uphold.

Yes, yeah.
Of course. I understand.

It is not enough
to understand, sir.

I have a damn runaway
on my hands,

and I can't afford anybody
filling my slaves

full of ambitions
inappropriate to their
stations.

I'll fix it.

(door opens and closes)

Are you okay?

-No.
-Tom told me what happened.

You have to be
more careful, Dana.

That library is like a shrine
to his dead wife.

Careful?

I should be careful?

Sorry, I-I forgot for a second
that I wasn't
a human being here.

Why should I give a fuck
about his dead wife?

You're right. I'm sorry. Okay.

Everyone's a little...tense.

While I was outside earlier,
I saw someone collapse.

I really thought that everyone
was gonna turn on Luke
right then and there.

This starvation situation
is-- is bad.

You're right.

Luke's not gonna stay quiet.

I'm gonna go to Olivia's.

-What for?
-I have to tell her
what's going on.

If these people
starve any longer,
Luke or Sarah will break.

They'll tell Tom,
and if they don't,
someone else will.

Okay, uh, shall I come with?

No. No.

Someone will notice if
we're both gone. Just...

...keep playing the piano.

(door opens, footsteps depart)

(muffled indistinct shouting)

(indistinct shouting
continues, sobbing)

-Shh!
-Olivia?

It's Dana.

-OLIVIA: You alone?
-Yeah.

(door creaks)

OLIVIA: Get in.

DANA: What is going on?

(door creaks)

What the fuck is going on?

These crazy heifers
trying to cut all my hair off.
That's what's going on.

If somebody sees her,
we don't want her
looking like herself.

Why is she still here?

Oh, you think it's easy
finding safe passage
for a runaway?

It don't matter either way.

-I'm going back to the
Weylins'. -BOTH: No, you're
not.

Yes, I am.
I'm tired of listening to you.

You ain't got no plan for me.
You ain't made no way for me.

You offer me nothin'!

At least I know what I got
with Marse Tom.

No, you don't!
Tom is not going to
welcome you back.

He thinks you tried
to poison him.

-But I didn't try to poison
him! -It doesn't matter
because that's what he thinks.

And if he doesn't try
to kill you,
then you'll wish he did.

So either you listen to us
and you get to Philadelphia,

or you stay down there
till you change your mind.
Which is it?

(breathing heavily)

-All right.
-Mm.

I won't go back to him.

(pounding on door)

-Olivia, it's Luke.
-(breathing heavily)

-Olivia.
-Luke can't know she's here.
He will turn us in.

-(pounding on door)
-LUKE: Miss Olivia, open up.
I hear you in there.

(lowered voice)
Get in that crawlspace quick.

(pounding on door)

(door creaks)

-I need your help.
-My help?

Celeste--she's in a bad way.
I think the baby's coming
early.

I'll go with you.

Alice, you stay here
and keep watch over
everything.

Hey? All right?

Dana, you come with me.
I need your help.

(door creaks)

Hello, hello, hello.

-Archibald.
-Good day to you, sir.

-Welcome.
-Mrs. Weylin.

So soon after our evening
at the Taneys.

And might I introduce
my youngest daughter Philippa?

Delighted by your
acquaintance, Mrs. Weylin.

Your dress is most becoming,
and you're attending girl
is quite pretty.

MARGARET:
What a charming creature.

Might I present my son Rufus?

Hello.

Delighted by your
acquaintance, Mr. Rufus.

Oh! (chuckling)

And who might this be?

My apologies.
Mr. Kevin Franklin of New
York.

A very gifted musician,
and employed
as Rufus' piano tutor.

-Pleasure.
-Oh, the pleasure's mine, sir.

That Miss Weylin attests
to your skill

is all the endorsement
a man can require.

(chuckles) It does not take
an expert to observe
Mr. Franklin's talent.

I do believe supper is ready.

Yes, please.
I believe I remember the way.

This way, dear.

Don't worry.
She's just a girl.

She was back doing her chores
when she got dizzy
and took a fall in the garden.

-Nigel found her.
-Dizzy?

She's been having
aches in her head all day.

-She hasn't eaten anything.
-What?

Tom's been starving everyone
out looking for Winnie.

So we carried her over to
the Jezebel cabin, and she
said she thought the baby was
coming.

-(Celeste screaming)
-Why are you all
standing around?

Get back to work.

(loud screaming)

(Celeste groaning)

-Baby's coming too soon.
-(screaming)

What do I--
what do I do? What...

OLIVIA: Be with her.
Talk to her.

(groaning)

(moaning)

-Take her hand. Talk to her.
-(Celeste groaning)

Okay, here comes a
contraction. Dana's gonna help
you.

(Celeste moans)

Squeeze my hand.

(Celeste screaming)

-You're okay. You're okay.
-The baby's breech.

(screams) What's that--
What's that mean?

(Celeste gasping)

What's that mean?! (panting)

(utensils clinking)

-(slurps)
-ARCHIBALD: Mmm.

Mr. Weylin,
the rumors prove true.

Sarah has grown
into a fine cook.

Do the grounds stand up
to your memory, Mr. Deighton?

I regard my time here
with the warmest of sentiment.

The late Miss Hannah and I
used to run unfettered
beneath the low oak branches.

When I was good and worn out,
Father would sit me
on his lap...

(stomach gurgles)

...tell me stories
of beating back the redcoats.

(stomach gurgling)

It pleases me greatly
to see such fine alteration
to this house

-since those salad days.
-(stomach gurgles)

-TOM: Enough.
-I'm sorry, Marse.

Out.

Carrie, you will
take over the service.

(pouring water)

Very good.

Is everything all right
with your girl, Tom?

Yes, yes. It's just...

you've caught us in a period
of, uh, disciplinary action.

What was the cause
of the discipline?

They don't want
to give up a runaway.

I see. That's a shame.

It will be sorted soon enough.

I'm sure of it.

(screams)

Push.

(screams and gasps)

Okay. Good job.

-You're doing so good.
-OLIVIA: Okay, Dana.

-Good job.
-Now I'm gonna rotate the
head.

Okay.

(gasping)

I got the baby
in a good position.

DANA: It's okay.

-Just a little bit more, okay?
-I'm sorry, I can't.

You're about to
meet your baby.

You're doing so good.
You're so close.

You're so close.
You're about to meet your
baby.

Here comes another
contraction.

-Okay.
-(screaming)

Okay.

(strained groaning, gurgling)

Wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait.
What's happening?

-(choking sounds)
-She's seizing. She's seizing.

Grab that strap over there.

I don't want her
biting her tongue.

(Celeste gurgling)

Celeste. Hey.

(gurgling continues)

Hey. Hey.

OLIVIA: Go get Tom.

DANA: Hey.
Hey, can you hear me?

Celeste! Celeste!

♪ When true hearts
lie withered
♪

♪ And fond ones are flown ♪

♪ Oh, who would inhabit ♪

♪ This bleak world alone? ♪

-(chuckles)
-Marvelously done, dear.

-Wonderful.
-(gasps)

You play beautifully,
Mr. Franklin.

Rufus, why don't you show
Philippa what you've been
practicing on piano?

No, thank you.

Play, boy.
Do not deny our guests

the pleasure
of your talents, Hmm?

(playing discordant notes)

♪♪♪

(discordant notes crash)

Hey, you're doing so well,
Rufus. Don't give up, okay?

(door opens,
discordant notes resume
playing)

Marse Tom,
you're needed by the quarters.

Celeste's baby is coming.

Please excuse me.
I'll return presently.

-Yes, of course.
-(clears throat)

Dana.
I need to get this baby out.

When I make the cut,

I need you to pull the baby
out by the feet.

Wait, wait, wait.
What-- what about Celeste?

No. No, no, no.
We have-- We can save them
both.

She's dead, Dana.

Save the child.

(squishing)

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

She didn't make it.

LUKE: Can I hold it?

(soft grunts)

This hair...blond.

Clean up this mess, hmm?
Get the grave dug.

(footsteps depart)

(Luke sobbing)

-Luke--
-Leave me be, Dana!

Just...

leave me be.

(Luke sobbing)

(horse whinnies)

(carriage wheels rattling)

Oh!

Mwah! Don't fret, my dear.

Philippa's no great loss.

-I was led to believe
she was pretty, not scarred.
-Shut up!

-Rufus.
-Stop treating me like a
child.

You don't care if I play well.
You just want people
to like you.

Well, I don't,
and I never will.

I'm guessing that piano shit's
not going so well.

(chuckles)

I should have warned you.

Celeste isn't the first.

It's terrible what
Tom does to these girls.

I guess
I've just gotten used to it.

Luke...

he looked at me like...

...like he blames me.

We did the best that we could.

If you're worried he's gon'
tell Tom about Winnie, don't
be.

He just lost
somethin' really precious.

He's not gon' care
about anything else
for a long, long time.

(bell ringing)

Meal bell.

It took all of this
for that piece of shit...

to come to his senses.

Well... at least it's done.

I gotta get back home.

I'm sorry, but I...

I don't want to be like you.

I don't want
to get used to this.

Yeah.

It's hard to believe
that you could.

Look at all this suffering.

But people here choose
survival for its own sake.

They have to.

When you appeared
in the nursery...

and you came back
after the fire,

even when you went back
that same night,
I held on to you.

Because I was holding on
to an old version of myself.

It's hard to look at you.

You have your father's face.

I get you hope

that something between us
could be put back together.

I had that same hope,

then years passed
before I saw you again.

And holding on to all of that
nearly killed me.

So I moved on.

And I need you to move on.

(whispering) I can't.

I can't.

I don't want to.

'Cause I'm right here,
and you're right here,

and I want to be a family.

But you're a grown woman.

There are so many years that
I never got to spend with you.

I can-- I can tell them to you
if you want to know.

I ought to get back.

I got a lot of things to do.
I finally...

found a contact for Winnie
that I need to see about.

It's about time
she's on her way.

(piano playing
Journey's "Open Arms")

MARGARET: I didn't say
anything! You up and left us!

♪♪♪

(door slams)

(continues playing
"Open Arms")

(Margaret sniffling)

Do not stop playing
on my account.

Please.

Go on. It will cheer me.

Might I sit here with you?

(inhales deeply)

Are you all right?

I offer very little
as a companion to Mr. Weylin.

I disagree.

Well, you're not my husband.

(inhales deeply)

(resumes playing "Open Arms")

Leave Tom.

♪♪♪

Uh...

No. I can't.

Why not? He is an awful man.

Save yourself.

Find someone
to take care of you.

♪♪♪

But who?

-Who?
-Find them.

♪♪♪

(stops playing)

I'm so sorry. I...

I admire you, Margaret.
I do, but...

(cries)

Tom, Mr. Deighton, and you...

all widowers...

forever in mourning.

This piano has
brought bad luck.

Perhaps its previous owner
still haunts it.

Shall I burn it?

I wish there to be no bitter
feelings between us, Kevin.

Good night.

(whispering)
Target, Walgreens, Walmart.

Target, Walgreens... Walmart.

Brought your supper.

I ain't hungry.

Luke.

(shoveling continues)

I'm...

-I'm so-- I'm so sorry.
-(shoveling stops)

I'm sorry.

You think this is just about
a day with no food,

some runaway?

This ain't your fault, Dana.

It's mine.
I should have been more gentle

with what was between us,
but I was proud of it...

of her.

Tom saw that, so he took her.

Took her in such a way
wasn't nothing to do but die
to save herself from shame.

-That's not true.
-It's the same way
he took Nigel's mother.

Sold her off as soon
as his own Hannah died.

Ever since we was boys,

he never let me have
something to myself.

You know, he promised me
my own acreage.

A farm of my own.
Said I could earn it.

He's a man of his word--Tom.

I used to think that,
but now I don't know.

I don't know.

I think me and Nigel are
gon' be here till we die.

(sobbing)

I want to help Nigel...

and you.

Like your helped Winnie?

What about
the folks back here, huh?

With Jake here to mind them?

I'm not runnin'.

Nobody's suffering any more
than they already do
on my account.

Nigel told me you could read.

You want to help...

...you could teach him.

Help make him about as smart
as you seem to be.

Would you?

TOM: Kevin.

Come on in here.

I've just...

...spoken to my wife.

She would also like
piano lessons.

Oh.

You will teach her, yes?

Yeah.

-Yeah, totally.
-As it seems the boy

does not seem to be
taking to music,

Margaret will simply take over
half of his allotted lessons.

Occupying her time
might preserve my sanity...

at least until
her damn sister arrives.

Rufus doesn't do so well
under pressure.

(pouring drink)

-Isn't that the truth?
-(bottle thuds)

I don't know what
to do with him, Kevin.

Must I bribe him
into competence

with cakes and candies
like his mother?

Nothing takes.

Boys need to spend time
with their fathers
to understand them.

That's a luxury
I wasn't afforded.

My father did not live
to tell me his war stories.

He was shot dead.

Yeah, I lost, uh...

lost my father
at a young age, too.

-To battle?
-No. No, to, uh, illness.

You have to try to give him
what you never had.

You appear to be
uncommonly sensitive

to my son's needs
and proclivities.

I will entertain...

your suggestion to spend
more time with the boy.

I apologize
for my behavior today.

I fear the present situation
has turned me... womanly.

I suffered an--
an unexpected blow

to my numbers
between this afternoon...

and Winnie.

Hmm.

When they run away...

...ah, it disturbs me.

I mean, they think they know
what's best for themselves.

They do not.

How do they not know that
I offer them safety,
protection?

(door creaking)

Are you just getting back
from Olivia's?

No. I've been here a while.

Oh.

Um...

Is, uh...

Is Winnie still...

What's wrong?

Celeste died.

-What?
-The baby died, too.

(whispers) I, um...

I was there.

I watched.

Oh, my God, Dana.

I don't know what to say.

There's nothing to say.

Luke's out there digging a
grave for both of them...

...by himself.

And it wasn't even his kid.
It was Tom's.

I told Luke that
I'd teach Nigel to read.

It's the least I could do.

-Dana--
-I know it's dangerous,

but he's wrecked.

And I have to do something.

No.

You're not seeing
what I'm seeing every day.

-I know that.
-Do you?

I just need you
to be safe, Dana.

I don't think it's enough
for me to be safe.

When I'm not safe,
I get to go home.

These people, they don't--
they don't get that.

And I...

I can't help but feel
like somehow this is...

...my fault.

No.

-(kisses)
-(clatter in distance)

-(door creaks opens)
-Margaret.

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