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[PASTORAL HARP MUSIC
PLAYING]

[WIND BLOWING]

WOMAN:
♪ Our fathers' blood Taints the hallowed sea ♪

♪ Stars on the water ♪

♪ Raging tide tells of victory ♪

♪ Forsake us not, my daughter ♪

[DISTANT HORSE
WHINNYING]

[BIRD CAWING]

Nicol?

Nicol?

[♪]

Hello?

Hello?

[HORSE NEIGHS NEARBY]

[HORSE WHINNYING]

[GASPING]

[♪]

NARRATOR:
He was brought across in 1228.

Preyed on humans
for their blood.

Now he wants
to be mortal again...

To repay society
for his sins...

To emerge
from his world of darkness...

From his endless forever night.

[GROWLS]

MAN: Item number 172
from the Kushner estate:

Swan-pattern harp,
ash wood,

of unknown English
or Irish origin.

It's just coming up now, sir.

Oh, this is
in beautiful condition,

ladies and gentlemen.

I haven't seen
a finer specimen

in or out of a museum.

Bidding will begin

at 20.

Twenty.

Twenty, 20 is bid.

Twenty-five.

Twenty-eight.

AUCTIONEER:
Thirty? Thirty.

Thirty is the bid, 30.

Do I have 35?

KNIGHT: Seventy-five.

[CROWD GASPING AND MURMURING]

AUCTIONEER:
Seventy-five is offered. 75.

Eighty.

One hundred.

[CROWD MURMURING]

Anyone get lucky?

DISPATCH:
Unit in the vicinity

spotted the vehicle
in question, 81.

Private parking lot
on Bartlett and Main.

I'm a half a block away.
I got it.

AUCTIONEER:
275.

285.

Uh, with your approval,

the gentleman requires
a moment to confer.

There you are.

We're not on
for another two hours.

What are you
doing here?

I've been
looking for you.

Look, you really got
to help me out.

Cohen's really steamed.

You know that
Keller arrest report

that's supposed to be
on her table?

Yeah, it's in the computer.
Just print it out.

Easier said than done.

There's that
new software.

It's a major
nightmare, Nick.

How did you find me?

You didn't answer
your phone,

you didn't
answer your pager,

so I put out an APB.

On your Caddy, I mean.

We are at 285.

290.

[CROWD MURMURS]

I have three
in the back.

Nick, he's pointing
over here.

He thinks
you're bidding.

300,000 is the bid.
Do I have 310, sir?

Nick, he thinks
you're bidding.

He thinks what?

310.

[MURMURING]

Nick...

AUCTIONEER:
310, once.

Twice.

Sold for $310,000
to the gentleman.

[PADDLE CLATTERS]

You know, a couple
hundred bucks

for an autographed

Wayne Gretzky
fridge magnet,

I would understand,
but this...

What are you
doing here?

KNIGHT: Ellen Kushner's
estate auction.

Wait, Kushner?

Ellen "Beemer Off
the Bloor Bridge" Kushner?

You know, when Forensics
says it's an accident,

that generally means
we're off the case.

Yeah, I know.

So what's this all about?

And if you're
going to say "hunch,"

I'm going to
have to hit you.

Silly me.

I was F9ing

when I should've
been F10ing.

Thanks, Nick.
I owe you big time.

So where was he?

Auction house,
downtown.

It was a case.

Not a case.
Ellen Kushner.

So you still don't think
it was an accident?

Face it, Nick,
it was a nice old lady,

emphasis
on the word "old."

It was a rainy night,
dark highway.

No enemies, no motive,
no mystery, no case.

Schanke,

I've got the Crown
prosecutor holding

on the phone.

This isn't really about
Ellen Kushner's death,

is it?

Coffee?

She was one of
the biggest collectors

in the country.

I thought it made sense

to see who was
buying up her estate.

So...was it there?

Was what there?

The harp.

Did you think I didn't
see you looking at it

when they were tagging
her collection?

I underestimated you.

I guess so.

Did you get it?

Schanke showed up.

I couldn't let him see me
spend 10 years' salary

in one night.

It's too bad.
It was a beautiful piece.

I'm not letting it go.

Not after all this time.

I'll think of something.

Why is it
so important?

It's from before.

Before what?

[♪]

[HORSES NEIGHING IN DISTANCE]

MAN: These cults

will come around
to our point of view.

You will see, Nicholas.

The land of Carreg

is far afield
of the pope, my lord.

Does the Holy See
hold sway

this far from Rome?

This far,
and far beyond this realm.

Ours is not to question
the will of God,

but to follow it.

And it is God's will
that we bequeath papal blessing

on the current Lord of Carreg.

It is hoped we can bolster
his failing quest

to bring God
to the pagans that surround him,

and would see him...

spirited from the fold,
so to speak.

You sound like

a general of old,
my lord,

on a campaign
for your emperor.

Our empire has
a friendlier face,

does it not?

You ask too many questions

that require
complicated answers, Nicholas.

Bad practice.

What if we journey
in vain, my lord?

What if our influence
is unwelcome?

These people are pagans,
Nicholas.

God is the wind in our sails.

Failing that,
he is the iron in our swords.

If the Lord of Carreg is unable

to accomplish the task
he was charged with,

it shall fall upon us

to bring these people
an offer

that must not be refused.

[HARP PLAYING IN DISTANCE]

[GENTLY] Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

[HORSE WHINNIES]

[CHIMES TINKLING]

Music, my lord.

Do you hear it?

I hear nothing.

Such a strange sound.

With your blessings, my lord,
I shall ride on ahead.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on.

♪ Our fathers' blood
Taints the hallowed sea ♪

♪ Stars on the water ♪

♪ Raging tide tells of victory ♪

♪ Forsake us not, my daughter ♪

It's beautiful.

I hope...we did not disturb you.

The song is over.

You come
with the delegation,

don't you?

I am Nicholas de Brabant.

I serve the Lord DeLabarre.

And how do you serve your lord
here, Nicholas de Brabant?

So far from your home.

So far from your heaven.

As he compels me to.

[DOOR OPENS]

KNIGHT: Late night,
Mr. Baskers?

[COCKS GUN]

How did you get in?

Back door was open.

It was?

The swan harp.

Number 28.

I never forget
a big player's face,

you know?

You really wanted that,
didn't you?

I was wondering

if you could tell me
about the buyer.

All bidder information
is strictly confidential.

I'm sure you understand,

these rules protect
your privacy as well, sir.

Nick Knight,
Metro Homicide.

I also wonder
if you could tell me

where I'd find
the buyer's agent.

Then I imagine

you'll be returning
in the morning

with a subpoena

for my records,
detective.

Until then,

good night.

[BELL TOLLING]

[♪]

[CAR STARTS]

[POLICE RADIO CHATTER]

Samuel Baskers, R.I.P.

Broken neck.

Looks like a pro did it.

Very quick, very neat.

You know what's weird?

There's two million dollar''
worth of stuff in there.

The only thing missing is the
harp from the Kushner estate.

Nick had a hunch.
I should have listened.

Look, I know
this sounds way out,

but what if killing her

were the only way
to put it on the market,

to put it out there
where they could get at it?

I'll go you one better.

They killed
the auctioneer

after they couldn't
buy the thing.

Lot of fuss
over a fiddle.

Well, I guess

we've got to reopen
the Kushner case,

re-check all
the physical evidence.

I'll talk to
Baskers' assistant,

get a list of everyone
who was here yesterday,

especially everyone

who was interested
in that harp.

You going to have
something for us tonight?

What?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, uh,
check with me later.

These have been here
from before memory.

The people
who put them here

invested them
with magic.

Are you so sure

there is nothing
in this world

unknown to your
beloved church?

You cannot tell me

you do not feel
the magic.

I do feel the magic.

But it's not coming
from these stones.

These people,
your forebears,

where are they now?

Their magic

could not sustain them
against time.

No magic can do that.

Except perhaps the word
of your God, Nicholas?

And your representative
of God on Earth?

Nothing remains
of the ancients

but this circle.

The same will be true
of my people soon.

Your Lord DeLabarre

will have his part
in that.

How?

You're but
an innocent pawn

in all of this, Nicholas.

I will be the last
to carry the harp,

the last to sing
the songs of my people.

They say

there are 10,000 songs
in this harp

for the singer

skilled enough
to know them all.

They all also say

that a miller's
daughter drowned

and that her soul
became a swan,

and the swan
became a harp.

Do you believe it?

Hmm, 'tis ash wood
and wire.

But it has a soul.

[DOOR SLIDES OPEN]

Nick...

Oh, God.

Where did you get it?

I took it.

It's not that simple.

I couldn't let it
disappear again.

It needed me.

Needed you? Nick...

it's not yours.

Who does it belong to, then?

Who owns something
that was stolen 800 years ago?

That's not the point.

You want something,
you just walk in and take it?

All right, all right.

Just tell me
that you didn't kill him.

Kill who?

Baskers was murdered
sometime last night,

and whoever killed him
took the harp.

At least,
that's what it looks like.

He was alive when he left there.

I saw him.

It must have happened
this morning.

It was someone else.

Someone...
who couldn't find the harp?

Uh, I don't know, Nick.

I don't know how you're gonna
get yourself out of this one.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Good evening, Mr. Sleepyhead.

While you were
visiting Mr. Sandman,

I have been working.

Interpol is
getting back to us

on all the known owners
of that harp

prior to Ellen Kushner.

Wait a second, Schanke.

This may have nothing
to do with the harp.

The killer might not
have been the one

who stole the harp.

Of course he--

Listen, Nick, let's not
overthink this thing

if we don't have to.

I talked to Baskers' assistant.

I thought he was gonna
hold his breath till he blew up.

But I did coax the buyer's
name out of him.

The guy's name is, um...

Oh, if could only read
my own writing.

Debarre...

DeLabarre.

Yeah, yeah, that's it,
DeLabarre.

Also known as

[BRITISH ACCENT]
Lord Carreg

from England.
Wales.

Genuine royalty,

even if he is
968th in line to the throne.

His gofer
is a Bay Street lawyer

by the name of Ted Haley

at, what else, Haley, Haley,
and Blah-blah-blah.

Did you get
DeLabarre's address?

Yeah, sure.

When in Toronto,

Sir DeLabarre
is bivouacked

at the oh-so-proper
Salisbury Club.

We're talking polo buddy

to the Prince
of Wales here.

What about
the other bidder?

Ah, now we're rolling.

Blond woman, right?

Baskers' assistant
didn't know her name,

and her card was missing.

I think that's
what we detectives call

"significant
coincidence."

[BELLS TOLLING]

May I help you,
gentlemen?

Yeah, we want to see
Lord Carreg.

Are you waiting
for the magic word?

His lordship is, uh,
out for the evening,

I'm afraid.

Well, that's great.

We'll pull down his bed,
leave a mint on his pillow.

Lord Carreg

would expect that
only his invited guests

would be admitted
to his room.

We have a murder
investigation here,

and Lord Carreg is
a material participant.

I have yet to see
any official documents

to that effect, sir.

Keep your teeth in, Jeeves.

I'll get
a phone warrant.

That could
take some time.

Uh, it's okay.
Yo, Spike, where's the blower?

Thanks.

Perhaps
you misunderstood.

[HEART BEATING]

Lord Carreg is expecting us.

Yes, of course, sir.

Go right up, sir.
Room 243.

He's expecting you.

Thank you.

[BEATING STOPS]

MAN: My family crest,

since the time
of my ancestor,

the second
Lord of Carreg.

So the harp's
an heirloom?

Lost back in
the 13th century.

It was preserved
in the county crest

and in local legend.

The locals say
the soul of the land

is locked in the harp,

which probably explains

why we've never been able
to make the manor yield

like it should.

But that pales in comparison
with recent events.

Speaking of which,

there was a woman
at the auction--

Blond hair.

She was bidding on the harp.

So I understand,

and she murdered
the auctioneer,

stole the harp?

Well, we-- We just
want to talk to her.

I would give a great deal

to talk to her myself.

But I'm sorry.

I do not know who she was.

Is there any chance

of recovering the harp now?

Things can disappear

in the underground
art market

in 24 hours

and not show up
for another hundred years.

Something like this,

who knows what it's worth
to someone.

There's a saying
in the antique trade, detective,

that the value of any item

is whatever someone
is willing to pay for it.

Then the harp

is as expensive
as they come,

because someone's killing
for it.

SCHANKE:
Okay, so I like to rub shoulders

with bluebloods

as much
as the next guy,

but there's no way
our mystery blond

moves in the same circles
as his lordship,

except maybe to manicure
his fingernails.

I know.

Well, the point is
that I don't think--

It was worth a shot,
and, uh...

And I wanted to meet him.

That's it?

[♪]

What?

There's someone here.

Go around.

[WHOOSHING]

Nice night for a climb,
isn't it?

Don't even
think about it!

[PANTING]

I'd say we've
got our killer.

We ran her passport.

The last time she was in town
was the end of March.

When Dame Kushner died.

Ellen Kushner checked
her mother's calendar

and found two meetings
with Johanna Shea

the week
before her death.

Good collar, gentlemen.

Now, let's
nail this down.

I'm an archaeologist.

Quite the little
rock-climber too.

That was a pretty
sophisticated rig you had.

A modern archaeologist uses
many different tools, detective.

Oh, yeah, I believe it.

And what sort
of treasures of antiquity

were you digging for
at the Salisbury?

Oh, let me guess.

Bones, right?

A lot of dinosaurs
there, huh, Nick?

I work at the Museum
at Giant's Hand:

the stone circle
in Carreg, Wales.

Where the harp
comes from.

JOHANNA: Yes.

Look, it doesn't belong
in a private collection

It belongs in Carreg.

So you came here to get it back.

By any means.

Yes.

Where is it now?

I don't have it.

We know you tried to get it
off of Ellen Kushner.

She wouldn't sell,
so you pushed her off a bridge.

Baskers wouldn't
play cricket,

so you killed him too
and took the harp.

Someone took the harp?

KNIGHT: You were
at the auction house

after hours.

I was there.

I needed to get

the name and address
of the buyer.

Baskers wouldn't tell me, but...

that's all.

What about Ellen Kushner?

You saw her the week she died.

She had agreed

to donate the harp
to us,

but she died

before we could
complete the paperwork.

I only had
an oral agreement.

I talked to her lawyer,
and he said

since there was
no record of her intent,

that I would have to try
and buy the harp at auction

like everyone else.

I sold my house,
brought my savings.

It wasn't anything like enough,
as it happened.

I'd do anything to take it home.

It's part of my history,
my people's history.

The legend has it,

it contains the soul and spirit
of our land.

What were you doing

outside that window
tonight?

I...wanted to see
Lord Carreg,

but those...

Oh, those stuffed shirts
at the Salisbury Club

wouldn't
let me through.

KNIGHT: What did you want
with him?

Well, he bought the harp.

I was hoping he'd
be like Mrs. Kushner

and want to return it
to its home.

I didn't take the harp,

and I didn't kill anyone.

You're going to tell me

you don't think
she did it.

I think she's
telling the truth.

You're saying that
someone else broke in,

stole the harp,
and eighty-sixed Baskers?

Something like that.

[CHUCKLES]

You really don't like
to make them easy,

do you?

Call it a hunch.

Maybe he knows something
you don't.

No, no, no,
we're partners.

Everything's
on the table.

It's the only way
to work.

What is that thing?

Lungs. Smokers' lungs.

Whoa, I'm glad I quit.

I got to admit,
this museum lady

doesn't seem
to be the type.

Now, I'm not
ruling her out,

mind you,
but just remember

that Baskers' neck
was snapped by a pro.

Or not. I mean,
it's got to be her.

It comes down

to who wants that
stupid harp enough

to kill for it.

It can't be
this DeLabarre guy.

He won the toss,
so why bother?

Johanna Shea's the only one
with something to gain.

So, what's the problem?

Something doesn't fit.

If she stole the harp
yesterday,

why was she trying

to break into
DeLabarre's place today?

Why wasn't she
halfway to England?

Wales.

Whatever.

Well, maybe she didn't
steal the harp.

Then we're back
to square one.

Listen, I'm off duty.

We got her for trespassing
and attempted B and E.

We'll, um,
keep her overnight

and figure it out
tomorrow.

Well, it looks like Baskers died

about 8:30 this morning.

That lets you
off the hook.

Sunrise was 6:15.

You mean, I wasn't
off the hook before?

Excuse me.

What about Johanna Shea?

What about her?

Well, Schanke thinks
she's the killer

because he thinks
she took the harp.

But she didn't take the harp...

did she?

I'm ready to listen

when you're ready to tell me
the rest of the story.

[♪]

Stolen your heart,
has she?

Not hardly.

I'd say otherwise.

Tell me, Nicholas,

you spend hours
with her,

listening to her song
and her siren harp,

the same music

with which she stirs the rabble
against us.

What does she speak of
with you?

Only of her people.

Of their...

Their magic,

their tradition--

Their godless rituals

of casting sticks and stones

to glean the future?

Their unwillingness
to follow

the will of God
and their king?

How about
their subterfuge

and their murderous ways--?
She's not like that.

Your heart can tell you
many things,

young Nicholas,

but it cannot-- It will not

tell you
when it is being tricked.

Long ago,

I learned the hard way

that there is work
and there is pleasure,

and the two must always
stay distinct.

I know how you feel, Nicholas.

I shan't dissuade you
with any more than this.

Consider
that the fair maid Gwyneth

is work,

no more.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[GWYNETH SINGING,
PLAYING HARP]

[CHIMES TINKLING]

♪ By a raven's tunes ♪

♪ For the land's defeat ♪

♪ All my... ♪

The lords meet tonight.

Shouldn't you attend?

[♪]

I am but an attaché.

My words mean very little
in their circles.

Our time is too short here.

I'm sorry
it could not be longer.

Well, why do you say that?

I have seen it in the stones
that were cast for me.

We will not share a destiny.

You would take
a soothsayer's word

before you would take mine?

More than words. The truth.

My people will never bow
to the will of Rome.

Our ways will vanish in blood

and the life will go
out of the land.

The harp alone will remain.

And when it is taken,
a curse will be within it.

That the fullness of life
will be denied

to whomever possesses it.

So that we will not
be forgotten.

What foolishness.

Lord DeLabarre is right.

You cling
to your paganism

like lichen to a stone.

What did your soothsayer
tell you of me?

Surely, you would have asked.

That you will live very long...

and in that time...

never find happiness.

Play for me.

[PLAYING PEACEFUL TUNE]

GWYNETH: Nicol?

Nicol?

Nicol?

Gwyneth.

[GASPING]

Gwyneth!

Gwyneth!

[SOFTLY]
Gwyneth.

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

JOHANNA: You believe me?

Yeah.

I believe you.

I didn't take the harp
or kill anyone.

I know.

You talk to a lawyer?

Ah, I don't know anyone here.

I'm a long way from home.

I'll see what I can do.

[♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

My lord, you must know
that I'm innocent.

Of course, Nicholas,
of course.

Such ugly business, this.

In time, the true killer
will be unearthed.

No doubt it was
one of the field hands,

one of their own,

bent on taking
the poor woman.

What's to become of me?

I've managed to secure
your freedom, Nicholas,

on condition

that you pay your debt
and your penance

by fighting in the Holy Land.

I am not a murderer.

I must have a chance
for a fair trial.

Are you blind, man?

You are a foreigner here.

The harper woman

was their
native daughter.

Stay to protest,

and they'll
have your head.

The archbishop and I

have exercised
all our resources

in order to secure
this reprieve, Nicholas.

I advise you
to accept it

and our blessing

and take your sword
to Jerusalem.

My lord.

Well, I don't see
why the public defender

couldn't have
handled this,

Detective Knight.

You're already
involved, counselor.

Just call it a favor
to the police department.

Besides, ultimately,

it's all to benefit
Lord DeLabarre.

We all want
to see him get

what's coming to him,
don't we?

The harp.

Oh, yes, yes, of course.

Meet Johanna Shea.

Ms. Shea.

My name is Haley,

from Haley, Haley
& Hart.

Can you believe
we got to spring her?

She claims
she doesn't know a soul in town,

but sure enough,
somebody ponied up her bond.

A mysterious
benefactor, maybe?

Yeah.
JOHANNA: I'll be staying

at a hotel
near the airport

a few more days.

HALEY: Yes, well, let me
give you a lift, will you?

I'll get home all right,
thank you, Mr. Haley.

We need to talk soon.
I'll be in touch.

Yes.

A minute, detective,

if you don't mind.

Mr. Haley just told me that

you asked him to work on this
on my behalf.

Why?

Well, Haley knows
the circumstances of this case

much better than any
public defender would,

uh, and everyone has
a right to a good lawyer.

Maybe I wish I had one once.

Look, detective,
I'm an archaeologist,

and if there's one thing
archaeologists know,

it's how to put the pieces
together.

So here's what I have.

You're bidding against me
for the harp,

then you arrest me
for killing Baskers,

then...

you help me off the hook.

You've got
a lot of pieces

that don't make

"Homicide detective
on a case."

What do they make?

I don't know yet.

I'm a lot better at mysteries
a thousand years old.

You can't be raised
where I was raised

and not believe
in some kind of magic.

[♪]

I think things happen
the way they do

for a reason,

even if we don't know
what it is.

There's a reason for you too.

I hope so.

DeLABARRE: Do come in.

Counselor Haley.

Can I get you
something, then?

No, no thank you,
Lord Carreg.

I just dropped by to tell you

that Miss Shea
has been released from custody,

and the police have persuaded me
to act for her.

And she does not have the harp?

Oh, I can't say that for sure.

The police seem to feel
that she doesn't have it,

but at the same time,

they're keeping
a close watch on her.

Strange bit of luck
for her.

Not too good
for us, then.

Did she mention
where she was staying?

[♪]

I thought you'd have it.

So, what have you got?

Hugh DeLabarre's
dossier.

I ran his records.

This guy's a lord
only on paper.

He's got a lot of rotten land
with his name of it,

and a lot
of nothing else.

I mean, where did
this guy get $310,000?

We are on the same
wavelength, mon ami.

From Interpol.

The harp surfaced
120 years ago

when a private
English estate collection

went up for sale.

Since then, there've been three,
count them, three owners

from the same family

who all met their maker
prematurely.

Specifically,
at 55 years of age.

And you've got to love
this punch line...

DeLabarre, all three of them.

Sir Hughie Dewey lied to us
when he said

his family
never owned the harp.

The curse.
What?

Call back up
to Johanna's hotel

and meet me there.

Well, why?
What's going on over there--?

Nick?

Uh, I didn't take it.

It was just here.

Oh, well and good.

But let's get down
to the matter, shall we?

I paid for it.

I have a record of the sale.

It belongs to me.

Shouldn't we wait

until the police
have had a chance

to determine
who should get it?

I expect they'll determine
that this is a matter

where free enterprise
reigns, eh?

I paid for it.

It's mine.

I do hope
you're not going to make this

difficult for me,
Ms. Shea.

I've been fed up with the way
this has gone, and I'm tired.

[GROANING]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[JOHANNA SCREAMS]

MAN: What's going on
down there?

Out of my way.

Give me the harp.

No.

It's killing me.

And you killed to get it.

Ellen Kushner

and Baskers.

Do you have any idea
what it's like

to live under a curse?

This curse has followed us
for 800 years.

Every man in my family
dies at 55.

I'm 54, detective.

Please.

I have to destroy
the damn thing.

Give me the harp.

[FIRING]

[GUN CLICKING]

JOHANNA:
Help me! Police!

Can somebody help me?

Detective Knight.

What happened?

A-are you all right?

[GASPS]

Thank you.

[TRUCK HORN BLOWING]

The forensic info
from Baskers'

is a perfect match
with DeLabarre.

We've got hair samples,
skin samples...

It was him.

Case closed.

What about the harp?

You know, I heard
someone laid down

a half-million for it
at auction,

then turned around
and gave it

to that museum
in Carreg.

Really?

Yeah. Listen, I'm done.

See you
when the night shift reconvenes.

[BRITISH ACCENT] Natalie,
I take my leave, my lady.

I'm off to snag 40 winks, what?

[HAUGHTY LAUGH]

Your lordship.
Hmm.

Nat...

would you stop
worrying about me?

I'm all right.

When do I not have to worry?

Nick, I trust you,

but you just can't
throw the rule book out

every time something
from your past comes up.

I won't.

Oh, really?
And what's going to stop you?

You.

A half a million dollars.

Oh...

[HARP PLAYING]

♪ Our fathers' blood
Taints the hallowed sea ♪

♪ Stars on the water ♪

♪ Raging tide tells of victory ♪

♪ Forsake us not, my daughter ♪

[♪]

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