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(alarm bell ringing)

(indistinct chattering)

(panting)

(ringing bell fades)

Make sure you want to do this.

(chuckles)

Look at you--
so sure of yourself.

You really think
it's that good?

Hey, this is my place.

It's better than
"that good."

All right.

We'll see.

Well?

It's all right.
Not bad.

(laughs):
Not bad?

That's the best
slice in the city.

Okay, I give it high marks
for the right amount of cheese.

The crust is perfect.

But the sauce
is just too sweet.

Sweet is what
makes it so great.

There's crushed carrots
in that sauce.

Carrots in tomato sauce?
Yes.

That's blasphemous.

You clearly haven't
been to Metrano's.

Is that that new place that
opened up in Park Slope?

Mmm, it's good.
Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.
(siren wailing)

TAYLOR: That's not a routine call.
Somebody's down.

(approaching sirens wailing)

(indistinct chattering)

(tires screeching, horn honking)

(boy gasping)

Hey, Doc.

Not enough business in the E.R.,
now you're making house calls?

What have you got here?

I'm guessing gunshot.

Tape off this whole block
from end to end.

The whole thing's a crime scene.
All right. Got it.

Are you hurt, son?

Can you tell me what happened?

Can you tell me
your friend's name?

He's my brother.

AUBREY: He has massive
internal bleeding.

We have to get him out of here
or he's going to die.

Let's go, let's get him out.

Come on, let's go!

Don't try to talk, honey.
It's going to be all right.

(distorted, echoes):
Be all right.

(grunting weakly)

Where's Sam?

He's got to give it to...

He's got to give it to Mom.

He's got to give it to Mom.

Where's Sam?
Where's my brother?

Sam?

Sam?

(siren wailing)

Sync by honeybunny
www.addic7ed.com

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

(siren wailing)

AUBREY: We're going to need
to intubate him.

We need four units
of O-neg. Call the O.R.

MAN: Make sure the trauma team
is in place

and ready to go stat.

(grunting)

SAM:
Come on.

I going to need a 5-O E.T. tube.

(Sam grunting)

Mac.

I'll call you back.

How's he doing?

Not good.

Were you able to get anything
out of the little brother?

Sam's pretty shaken up.

All he could tell me was they
were walking home from school,

cut through the alley on 91st

and met up with a bad guy
who shot Nicky.

Any idea what it was about?
No.

Flack took him over
to the precinct

to get some more details,
have him look at some photos.

I checked with their school.

Both Nicky and Sam
are good kids.

Straight "A" students.

I have some people out
looking for the mom.

Neighbors say
she's working three jobs.

Is the dad in the picture?
No.

He passed away a few months ago.

He had cancer.

That's a tough one, buddy.

I'm soy you had
to lose your dad.

You dry those puppies off
real good.

Let's get that shirt off you.

Let me give you a hand.

Up.

Look, Sam,

it's real important
for me to know

more about why that man
shot your brother.

He wanted his watch.

But you can't tell my mom
about it, though.

Nicky wasn't supposed

to take it out of the house.

Your secret is safe with me.

What about the watch?

It was made of real gold.

It's called a Rolex.

Why did Nicky have it?

My dad gave it to him
before he died.

(voice breaking): I told him
not to bring it to school,

'cause I was afraid
he might lose it.

Didn't even fit him
too well, anyway.

Can we call
and see if Nicky's awake yet?

Look, Sam,
I'm not going to lie to you.

It's going to be a while
before your brother wakes up.

So in the meantime, I'm going
to need you to help me

catch the man
who did this to him.

Think you can do that?

Make a real cop out of you.

(indistinct radio transmission)

Whatever happened,
it didn't start here.

You find our smoking gun, Doc?

It's definitely been discharged.

Won't know exactly when
until I get it back to the lab.

Where did you find it?

Trash can.

Over there, right on top.

Meaning whoever dumped it
was in a hurry.

Or they were just plain stupid.

LINDSAY: Looks like Nicky
was shot around here.

(boys grunting)

SAM:
Let's go.

I got you.

Come on.
(Nicky grunts)

Then stumbled down
the alley that way

into the street
where Mac found him.

Hey, guys, I think I found
another blood trail.

LINDSAY: So we have two
different blood trails

going in opposite directions.

Maybe our shooter was hit, too.

Well, directionality
says he went that way.

HAWKES: If it's from our assailant,

make sense the bad guy would run

in the opposite direction.

Scratch that.

This isn't blood.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

With any luck, Nicky
struggled with his attacker,

and there's some
trace left behind.

I'd imagine anyone evil enough
to shoot a young boy

is in your DNA database.

Hmm.

How bad is the internal damage?

Bullet perforated the intestine,
lacerated a kidney.

The resulting cavitation

caused severe trauma
to the liver.

He suffered major blood loss.

We got him here within
the golden hour.

If we hadn't, he'd be dead.

You keep fighting, Nicky.

You know, all my time
in Afghanistan,

and I will never get
used to a child being in

one of those beds.

It's the worst part of our job.

The day we get used to it is the
day we should walk out the door.

WOMAN:
Dr. Hunter, your charts.

Was the round recovered
during surgery?

The wound was a through
and through, Mac.

The bullet missed the bone.

No fragments left behind.

We haven't recovered
any ballistics

from the scene or his clothing.

The smaller hole
in the Vic's back

is consistent
with an entrance wound.

Who shoots a kid in the back?

I got to get this
back to the lab.

I'll be in touch.

WOMAN:
Oh, my God, Nicky.

Nicky.

Mrs. Harris?

Mrs. Harris,
I'm Dr. Aubrey Hunter.

I operated on your son.

The police,
they came to my work.

They said he as shot.

I didn't even know
if he'd be...

He's stable, but he has
a tough fight ahead of him.

TAYLOR:
He's young and resilient.

And he's in excellent hands.

We used to pick them
up every day.

They never had to walk home
from school

when my husband was alive.

Mrs. Harris,
I'm Detective Taylor.

Before Nicky went into surgery,

he mumbled he wanted his brother
to give you something.

Do you have any idea
what that might be?

No.

Not at all.

(indistinct conversations)

I mean it, buddy.

You don't smile,
I'm going to take that photo

and I'm going to e-mail it
to every girl in your school.

There it is.

There you go.

You ready to get back to work?

What if still I don't
recognize anyone?

It's like I told you.

Sometimes looking at photos
will help you remember.

If you don't, you don't.

No big deal.

Just take your time
and do your best.

Go ahead, click that mouse.

Recognize any of
those ugly mugs?

Click again.

(click, computer trills.)

(phones ringing,
indistinct conversations)

Mmm, that guy looks familiar.

I think it might be him.

Ah, come on, man.

Getting schmutz on my screen.

Sam...

That's, like, the fourth guy
you've identified.

I'm sorry.

They all look the same.

It's hard to remember.

It's all right.

Think it might be time
to go to plan B.

What's that?

Well, if he doesn't have
a photo in the system,

we'll have to make one.

(typing)

What kind of nose did he have?

(gentle melody plays)

(Nicky gasping)

♪ Who said ♪

♪ It'd be worth me
night and day ♪

♪ Who said ♪

♪ It'd be worth me
come what may ♪

♪ Who said ♪

♪ I would never hurt again ♪

♪ Was it you who said ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ooh, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ooh, ah... ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah, ah. ♪

(indistinct chattering)

Could you call again?

Can you see
if Nicky woke up yet?

I just called them,
like, ten minutes ago.

What did I tell you?

I'm gonna be the first thing
he sees when he opens his eyes.

I don't say things like that
unless I mean it.

Okay?

Your mother's over there
with him now.

You didn't tell her about
the watch, did you?

I think she's gonna be mad.

She's always telling
us not to take

the shortcut through the alley.

Your mother sounds
like a smart lady.

She is.

His beard isn't that hairy,

and his ears ain't that big.

Oh, they ain't, huh?

(computer trills)

How's that?

That looks like him.

Composite sketch Flack made
with Sam Harris.

DNA from Nicky's fingernails
came back to this fine citizen.

Johnny Cook.

TAYLOR:
Pretty damn close.

He's the bully in
the neighborhood,

majoring in grand larceny,
burglary and assault.

It looks like he graduated
to armed robbery

and attempted murder.

What's up, baby?

John Cook?

NYPD.

Show me your hands.

Show me your hands now!

(glass shatters)

(women scream)

(groans)

What the hell is this?! You guys
don't got nothing on me.

I'd say we've got
everything we need.

TAYLOR (over intercom): Being the
neighborhood tough guy is kind of like

being the captain of the
high school football team.

Except when you get to college,

you realize that everybody's
big, strong and fast.

And all of a sudden,
you're just another player.

What the hell are you
talking about, man?

You might be a badass
on your neighborhood block,

but when you get
on the cell block,

you'll be just another punk who
shot a little kid in the back.

Guy like you is
gonna have a lot to prove.

I don't got to prove nothing,
you do.

I told you,
I didn't shoot that kid.

Try telling that to a jury.

We got your DNA under
Nicky Harris's fingernails,

an eyewitness putting you
at the scene,

and the Vic's watch

strapped to your wrist.

You see that?

"R.H."
Stands for Robert Harris.

He gave it to his son
before he passed away.

Oh, you gonna hang
that body on me, too?

Look, man,

you can run
your little game on me

all day long.
All you got

is, what, possession
of stolen property

and some kid who needs to wash
his hands a little better.

You just better hope
that little boy doesn't die.

Cocky bastard.
Mmm.

Well, he's been
in that chair before.

He knows the drill.
Right.

His prior history and a motive

will go a long way
with the jury.

But we need to put him
in that alley.

Never mind the alley.
We still have

to put that gun in his hand.

Hmm.

(low whooshing)

(computer trilling)

FLACK: Take your time and
get a good look, Sam.

You're sure he can't see
me through the glass?

I promise.

(gasps softly)

You recognize anyone, Sam?

Sam Harris just viewed a lineup,
couldn't pick out Johnny Cook.

So we need something
else that puts him

in the alley with Nick and Sam.

Well, I doubt this
is our answer,

but I identified that red liquid

I found at the crime scene.

Methylaminoanthraquinone.

Dye.
Right.

Now, I wish I could tell you
that it was rare,

and it's only found

in one store in Manhattan,
but unfortunately,

it's common,
and it has a lot of uses.

Warrant's in the works
for Cook's apartment.

If there's anything there
containing this dye,

it could be enough to
put him in the alley.

While they're at it, maybe we
can, uh, search for this, too.

(beep)

Benzene, butadiene and styrene.

Synthetic rubber.
More specifically,

recycled auto tire.

I found white polymer fibers

around the bullet hole
on the back of

the Vic's shirt.

Now, these fibers are
composed of these elements.

TAYLOR: That alley's
packed with trace.

Shred of rubber could've
been on the ground,

easily transferred
to Nicky's shirt.

HAWKES:
Bad news, guys.

This is not the gun
that shot Nicky Harris.

I tested it for
volatile organic compounds.

It was last fired
over a month ago.

No usable prints,
no usable DNA profiles.

So we got a gun, just not
the one that shot our Vic.

What's the history
on this weapon?

It was reported stolen
in a residential burg

about six months ago.

Could've passed through
a dozen hands since then.

Any one of which could've
dumped it in that trash can.

We're not making
any headway here.

Can I ask you to take a look

at the photos
of Nicky Harris's wounds?

Oh, sure.

Um, what's going on?

I'm not sure.

Is there a chance

they could be reversed?

I mean, could the entrance
wound be the exit wound

or visa versa?

It's not an exact science.
Why do you ask?

ROSS: Because I found a
higher concentration

of gunshot residue
on the front of Nicky's shirt

than on the back.

I have had cases

where the exit wound was shored.

I'm a tech guy.

(chuckles)

When something presses
on an exit wound

in a manner that restricts

the expansion and tearing
of the victim's skin,

we call it a shored wound.

Uh, shored wounds appear
smaller than usual

and can be mistaken
for an entrance wound.

Okay.
For example,

the Vic could've been
leaning against a wall

or wearing tight clothing
which restricted the exit wound.

This is starting to make sense.

I also found several
foreign fibers on the back

of the Vic's shirt
around the bullet hole.

It was, uh,

recycled auto tire
mixed with hemp.

Eco-friendly textiles.

They make everything
from jackets

to handbags with the stuff.

I even have a pair of sneakers.

They're comfortable,
though I must tell you,

for whatever reason,
foot odor is a major issue.

Wait.
What?

Those boys were on
their way home from school.

TAYLOR:
I think it's time

we take a guided tour
of the crime scene.

We're missing something.

Sam was there.

Maybe he can point us
in the right direction.

(sighs)

I don't think he's ready, Mac.

You should've seen him
in that room.

That lineup
took a lot out of him.

He was looking directly at Cook,
but he wouldn't identify him.

Then we'll have to find
another way.

SAM:
I think I can do it.

I think I can show you guys
what happened.

You okay, Sam?

SAM:
Come on.

FLACK:
If this gets too tough,

just tell me and we'll stop.

No. I'm all right.

LINDSAY:
I know this is scary, Sam...

...but we need you to try and
tell us exactly what happened.

DANNY:
Sam, look,

even the littlest details
are important.

We were walking home from
school, like we usually do.

(laughing) Ah, be quiet.

You like her, huh?

Hey.

Good for you.

SAM: He saw the watch
Nicky was wearing,

and he started to follow us.

We got scared...

so we started to run.

It's okay, buddy.

You can do it.
Take your time.

We ran as far as we could.

H-He caught up to us about here.

Give it to me or I'm gonna
rip your little head off.

SAM: Just give it to him Nicky.
Let him have it.

(groans)

(gunshot, Nicky grunts)

Oh, my God! Nicky!

(Nicky groaning)

Sam, help me.
Help me up.

You're bleeding.

We have to get out of here.

Come on, let's go.
Let's go.

Sam,

this is really important, okay?

Did the man shoot Nicky here

and then run that way,

the same way you and your
brother left the alley?

Yeah.

Shot him right there
and ran that way.

And did he take
his gun with him?

I'm pretty sure.

Was he carrying
anything with him,

anything that might
have been dripping?

DANNY: Hey, bud, was
there anybody else

in this alley with you?

No, sir.

Not that I saw.

Hey, babe...

Yeah, I'll meet you by the car.

Good job, Sam.

You're a really brave kid.

You did great.

My gut as a cop?

Sam çants to help us,

but he's too young
and too messed up

to remember what happened.

My gut as a CSI is that

the wound was
a through and through,

so where's the blood spatter?

Where are the impact marks?

Where's the bullet?

You talking to me?

Huh?

You talking to me?

Well, who the hell
you talking to?

I'm the only one here.

(chuckles)

I'm still standing here.

Go on, make your move.

Taxi Driver.

One of my top five
films of all time.

(chuckles)

Sorry, Mac, I was...

Sid said you had some doubts
about the Vic's gunshot wound.

Uh, yeah.
You remember

the polymer fibers
we pulled off the back

of Nicky's shirt?

Think they came from a backpack.

And you're thinking
that backpack

shored the wound,
altering its appearance?

That's exactly
what I'm thinking.

That explains the white fibers
on the back of Nicky's shirt.

TAYLOR:
An absence of tearing due to

the pressure of the backpack
against the skin.

(gunshot, Nicky grunts)

The bullet entered his abdomen,
exited through the back.

And... I would bet anything,

that the bullet's
still in his backpack.

Now all we have to do

is find Nicky's backpack.

(siren wails)

MRS. HARRIS: I don't know if Nicky
had his backpack with him yesterday.

I had to be at work
before they left for school.

Hey, Sam.

Do you remember how I told you
that every detail was important?

Yeah?

This one's real important, okay?

Did the man who shot Nicky
steal his backpack, too?

Sam, answer him, honey.

I forgot to tell you.

I'm sorry.

So you're saying
he did take the backpack?

I think so.

Why did he take it?

What was there something
special in it?

I don't know.

Just a bunch of school stuff.

I can't remember everything.

MRS. HARRIS:
Detectives,

I know Sam's a witness
and you need his help,

but he just lost his father,
and now his brother's

here in the hospital, and...

he's just a kid.
He can't handle

all these questions.

I think he needs
a break right now.

We understand, Mrs. Harris.

I'm sorry.

Don't sweat it, buddy.
You're doing great.

Mrs. Harris.

Can you tell us
what was in the backpack?

Nothing unusual.
Just...

school books,

a key to the apartment,
cell phone...

Cell phone?

In case of emergencies.

We're going to need that number.

(computer trilling)

I got a signal.

Nicky Harris's cell phone
is in Brooklyn.

I got a location.

And we have a parole hit
at that same address.

Troy Castro.

(pounding on door)

Troy Castro! NYPD!

(gunshots)

NYPD! Drop the weapon!

(gunshots, bullet ricochets)

(gun clicks empty)

(people murmuring)

(horn blasts) No!

(tires screech)

(Flack grunting)

TAYLOR:
Flack!

(grunts)

He's gone.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

WOMAN (on radio): 10-4 Unit.
Advise when you're 84 at that location.

MAN (over radio): Major Crime
Scene detective to Central.

Suspect's body has been removed
to the coroner's office.

Street has been reopened.
Street has been reopened.

Crime Scene Detectives
are portable

in suspect Castro's apartment.

WOMAN:
10-4, Major Crimes.

Attention all...
(people talking indistinctly nearby)

responding to the 10-30
shots fired.

City-wide duty captain
is advising

that all non-essential
uniform personnel

resume normal patrol
at this time.

TAYLOR:
You found the bullet.

.357.

Same as the gun

Castro just dumped
in the alley.

Hmm.

Take a look at this.

This remind you of anything?

The red dye Hawkes found

at the crime scene.

Must have dripped out of
the hole in Nicky's backpack.

What do we have here?

(chuckles)

I'm guessing
that's not lunch money.

Dye pack from a bank.

Radio receiver sends out
a signal to a timer.

If the money moves
a certain distance

away from the bank,

the signal cuts off,
causing the dye pack to explode.

Rendering
the stolen money useless.

Troy Castro robbed a bank.

(sirens wailing)

Question is, how did
Castro's stolen bank loot

end up in
Nicky Harris's backpack?

The stria on the slug that
was lodged in Nicky's backpack

matches Castro's gun.

Well, if Castro shot Nicky,

then how did Johnny Cook's DNA
end up under his fingernails?

I've been wondering
the same thing.

They're both from
the same neighborhood.

Must have crossed paths
recently.

Very recently. DNA only lasts under
the fingernails for a couple of days.

But that's just the tip
of the iceberg, Stella.

I ran the slug you
found through IBIS.

(computer trilling)

A month ago, the same gun
was used in a robbery

at a First Federation Bank
branch in Midtown.

A perp matching Castro's
description exchanged gunfire

with a guard inside the bank.

I remember the case.

The robbery was part
of a pattern.

Right.

Seven First Federation branches,

each robbery
roughly two weeks apart.

Same description,

same note.

Now, a bank branch was robbed

yesterday around the same time
Nicky Harris was shot.

Where?
12 blocks from the crime scene.

Let's go.

Five-foot-seven or eight.

Slight.

It was just before closing
at around 3:00.

He walked up to the window,
pointed a gun at me

and passed a note
asking for $933.

Exactly 933?

I know, odd amount, huh?
Uh-huh.

Do you recognize his face
in this photo array?

No. I don't
see him here.

He was wearing sunglasses,

but his face looks
much younger than these men.

Thinner.

What else was he wearing?

Jeans,

sneakers.

Oh, he also had a backpack
and a baseball cap.

Can you describe the baseball cap?
Yeah.

It was blue with the number two
on the front.

Uh... Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Well, I'm sure this isn't
the only cap

with Derek Jeter's number on it
floating around the city.

Doesn't prove anything.

Well, it proves that
Nicky was in the bank

with a gun and a note.
Come on, Stella.

Troy Castro robbed that bank
and the only reason

he hasn't confessed to it
is 'cause he's dead.

(horn blasts) No!

The evidence says otherwise.

What are you talking about?

He shot at us with the gun
he used in the robbery.

The money was in his apartment.

Found inside
of Nicky's backpack.

And how do you explain
Sam's story

that Cook stole Nicky's watch

and then shot him?

(gunshot)
SAM: Nicky!

(gapsing)

I can't right now.

Well, let me save you
the trouble, Flack.

Johnny Cook admits
to taking the Rolex,

but denies shooting Nicky.

And you believe Johnny Cook
and his lawyer?

He has no connection to Castro,
and has never used a weapon

in any of his previous crimes.

He's a strong-arm
snatch and run guy.

That's it.

Think about it.

Sam had to come up
with something.

So he used the watch robbery

from three days ago to keep us

from learning the truth.

The truth?

So far everything I'm hearing
from the science guys

is based on speculation.

Castro was due to strike
First Federation.

We believe

that he was casing the branch,

he saw Nicky and Sam
robbing the bank,

so he followed them
into the alley and robbed them.

The gun I found on top
of the trash can

belonged to those boys, Flack.

But you have zero forensic
evidence to prove that.

And please, one of you tell me
where those kids got a gun.

You got to let go of your
feelings for this kid, Flack.

Sam Harris was lying to you.

Sam Harris does not have it
in his DNA to lie like that.

Unless he had
a very good reason.

Troy Castro didn't rob
that bank, Sam.

You and your brother Nicky did.

Nicky said that if I told
anyone, we'd go to jail.

I don't want to go to jail.

TAYLOR: You're not going to jail.

I promise.

We know what went down, Sam.

We just need to hear
it in your words.

We know that you
and your brother

walked to the bank
after school let out.

We know that Nicky went inside.

Nicky gave the bank teller
a note

asking for exactly $933.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Nine... $933.

That's our rent.

Sam must have heard me
on the phone

saying I didn't have it.

I told Nicky we were going to
get kicked out of the apartment.

He said we had to
look after you now,

'cause Dad was gone.

Nicky found the gun
by an old car

when we were walking home
from school awhile back.

He threw the bullets away

so it couldn't hurt no one.

(alarm bell ringing) Come on.

NICKY:
Come on!

After we got the money,

we just kept running
till we got to the alley.

We did it.

I can't believe we did it.

CASTRO:
Nice work, boys.

I'm taking that backpack.

Don't make me come and get it.

No, Nicky...

Get away from us!

Just give it to him,
Nicky. Let him have it.

Oh, my God! Nicky!

Get out of the way!

Nicky! You're bleeding!
Sam, help me.

Sam, help me up.
Come on.

We have to get out of here.

Let's go.
Come on.

(pained groans)

One last thing, son.

The man who took your
brother's watch--

it was this man, wasn't it?

Yeah, that's him.

He stole it three days ago.

FLACK: That's why you
created his face

for the composite sketch,
as opposed to the guy

who really shot your
brother-- Troy Castro.

I was scared that If I described
the man who shot Nicky,

you guys would find out
we robbed the bank.

(sniffs)

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

Can you imagine the burden that
little guy was carrying around?

12 years old.

He's protecting his older
brother and his mother.

Still can't wrap my
head around the fact

that they thought robbing a bank
was their only option.

Luckily the D.A.
and the bank president agreed

not to press charges.

And money's been pouring
in from the public.

Should be enough to keep
a roof over their head

for at least a little while.

This family could
use some good news.

There's a lot of
love in that room.

They'll get through it.

I hope so.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(indistinct radio transmissions)

(woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Hey, Mac.

Just one sec.

I swear, sometimes it takes me
half an hour

just to get out the door.

I know that feeling.

What's the latest on Nicky?

So far so good.
Vitals are strong.

No indication of infection.

The brain scan was normal.

If you had to give a
prognosis, what would it be?

I'm optimistic.

Cautiously optimistic.

How about some dinner?

We can pick up
where we left off.

How about my place?

I meant Metrano's--
my pizza place.

(guitar plays gentle intro)

♪ Ooh-ooh, child ♪

♪ Things are going
to get easier ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, child,
things will get brighter ♪

♪ Someday, yeah ♪

♪ We'll put it together
and we'll get it all done ♪

♪ Someday when your head
is much lighter ♪

♪ Someday, yeah ♪

♪ We'll walk in the rays
of a beautiful sun ♪

♪ Someday when the world
is much brighter ♪

♪ Ooh-ooh, child ♪

♪ Things are going
to get easier ♪

♪ Ooh, things
will get brighter. ♪

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