All language subtitles for The Pretender s04e01 The World Changing.eng

Previously on The Pretender.

You people only
understand one thing-power.

Daddy, get back! -Shoot him!

Welcome back to the Centre, Jarod.

Settle down or I'll bash you again!

He still stinks,

On the way to the shower, he freaked.
Thought he was gonna chew my heart out.

It took a little swipe from
the motivator to calm him down,

If you don't want to go to the
showers, I'll bring the showers to you.

Enough!

We don't want him dead,
just less odiferous,

Clean the filth off
yourself, then do the walls.

You clean it.

The world is changing.

Mr, Parker is gone,
Mr, Raines is gone,

Miss Parker is...
God only knows where.

But you and I are here...

and I'm in charge.

Like I said, the world's changing.

No! No! No! You bastards!

No! No! No!

There are Pretenders among us,

I was taken from my family,

Thirty-six hours and
he's already demonstrating

more talent than any of our others,

How many people died
because of what I thought up?

Since I broke out, I've spent
every moment searching for my past.

He's a Pretender-

A genius who can become
anyone that he wants to be,

The Centre wants him
alive. -Preferably.

He defends the weak and abused,

Life's a gift,

You a doctor? -I am today.

No! No! You bastards!

That was three weeks
ago, Since then we've

been working on making
him more manageable,

Why haven't I been allowed to see him?

Look at him, He was
out of control, -Was?

The world is changing,
and so is Boy Wonder.

Listen to me, Lyle. You're a sick man.

I'm a persuasive man.

Jarod? I have a project that
I'd like you to do for me,

Anything you want, Mr. Lyle.

Brainwashing's not
possible with Jarod,

Oh, we all have an Achilles' heel.

In Jarod's case, it's family.

The one he so desperately wants back,

If you wanna hear about Mommy
and Daddy, just trust me.

I love that part. -Lyle,
please let me go to him.

Sydney, if it were up to me, you two
could go on a father-son picnic...

but the isolation orders come
from the Triumvirate-Big Mutumbo,

I got here as quickly as I could.

Sydney, if you'll excuse me.

We haven't finished
talking about Jarod!

Jarod is no longer the
most important thing

in the world, and
tomorrow he leaves forever.

He's Mutumbo's property, and I, for

one, am not gonna
cross that crazy Zulu.

Did you see the look on his face when
he took Raines and my father away?

Just, uh, take in a movie.

Get a massage,

Check out the amputee
dwarves down in SL 6.

Just forget about Jarod.

Yous tole a D. S. A. from Lyle?

Ever since Mutumbo's put that
thumbless maniac in charge...

more bodies have been droppin' around
here than St. Valentine's Day Massacre.

Did he tell you where
Miss Parker's hospitalized?

No, He played dumb on that
too, -Who's the albino?

Someone more important than Jarod.

Who could be more
important than Jarod?

I don't know. Maybe the
world really is changing.

Stop the voices!

Nurse, uh, I'm looking
for my daughter.

At the end of the hall.

Oh! Oh, my! Oh, my angel!

Daddy?

Oh! Oh, thank you, Lord.

My angel, I am so sorry.

It wasn't your fault.
-It is all my fault.

Are you okay? -They kept me
drugged in I. C. U. for three weeks.

You're the first visitor I've seen.

Yeah. I noticed.

Yeah, it's a damn
good thing, angel, huh?

Those bastards don't know where I am.

They don't know I'm here, and
we're gonna keep it that way.

Where have you been?
-Equatorial Africa.

The Triumvirate must be
happy they got Jarod back.

Oh, yeah, you'd think so.

Instead, they threw one
right nasty soiree...

for me and that
wheezing bastard Raines.

I'm beginning to wonder about
his loyalty. -Beginning to-

The bullet in my back
was meant for you.

Can't kill a Parker. Never.

I got Brigitte out already.
Gotta keep that baby.

Gotta have that baby,
especially alive.

Daddy, what the hell's going on?

Same as usual-Jarod. He's the
key to our survival-all of us.

Oh, can't talk. Not here.
Not now. -You're scaring me.

Oh, we can't have that. I mean,
that's what they want. Can't have that.

Can't give them the edge.

She's not supposed to have visitors.

I was just leaving. -Me
too. I'm discharging myself.

Only your psychiatrist can
discharge you. -The psychiatrist?

I was shot!

Since when do
headshrinkers use scalpels?

Oh, she probably
went to call somebody.

I hope I can trust you not
to tell anybody I was here.

Daddy, don't leave me.

I'll come back when
I can explain. Huh?

Oh, who was that, uh,
playwright with the white beard?

Your mother used to read him all
the time-with all that punctuation.

Shaw? -Yeah, well, whatever.

Listen, there's a quote
I want you to remember.

"A family is a tyranny...

ruled over by its weakest member, "

Its weakest member. Don't forget that.

Oh, Daddy.

Daddy, Daddy,

♪ Kri kra toad's foot ♪

♪ Geese walk barefoot ♪

So what's in store tonight? Another
date with Mr. Lyle's jumper cable?

Different game this time, Jarod,

Are we taking another trip?
-This time it's not so dependable,

Vaccines. Hepatitis
"A, " malaria, typhoid.

Africa. -You are as
smart as they say.

Lot of good it's
done me lately. -Arm.

♪ Kri kra toad's foot ♪

Tell me where Jarod is, Angelo,

Find him for me,

Hey. What's goin' on?

I'm using Angelo's
empathetic abilities to

try and determine where
Jarod is being kept.

How does the, uh, freak
with the Flowbee fit in?

In case of suspicions, I wanted
the lab to be business as usual,

Ah. Usual.

Sydney. Scared. -Yes, Angelo.

Sydney is scared that
he'll never see Jarod again.

Empath Jarod. Tell me
where they're holding him,

Any luck? -Not yet. You?

I found some bread crumbs that
may lead us to Miss Parker.

A short call comes
in at the exact same

time from a hospital
50 miles west of here,

Patient update. -Exactly,

Before I could track where the calls

went to, Lyle's albino
came blustering in.

Something about a
priority communication,

Something called Si-Silence.

Silence, huh?

Angelo happy. Find Jarod.

If you wanna hear about Mommy
and Daddy, just trust me.

Jarod. Jarod.

Sydney. -Are you okay?

Is it true?

Is it true that they captured my father
and the boy? -Did Lyle tell you that?

He said only one of them survived,
and I'd find out which one in Africa...

if I cooperate.

You trust Lyle? -Don't you?

Well, don't you, Sydney?

I see even you found this
needle in our little haystack,

I wonder how.

I never liked you.

I 'm not even sure
what the hell you are.

Come on, Jarod. Time to go.

No injections this time, Jarod.

Sedatives.

Jarod. -It's okay, Sydney.

I prefer to sleep through
this. -Jarod, don't!

Lyle, I won't allow this!

Deny it as sweet sorrow
if you want, Sydney...

but you two are parting, so be a man.

Say adios.

Good-bye, Sydney.

Tongue?
That-a-boy.

Uh, Sydney? Put him away.

Jarod's soul is clouded,

His mind is still sharp.

Good night, sweet prince,

We're good to go.

The tower called, We have a
priority passenger to be dropped off,

Level "A" project called Silence.

Until we cross the Atlantic, we're
not stoppin' anywhere for anyone.

Mr, Lyle says we are,

I'll tell you where we're
going when we get in the air.

Yes, Mr, Lyle, I have the
blueprints and everything I need,

Tell our clients at
Raylor that as soon

as our inside person
gets the E. T. A...

Silence will go down
flawlessly this time.

Well, the C-4 will catalyze the
on-site accelerant and burn white hot,

Even if someone could
dig through the debris...

our corporate customers
can rest assured...

there'll be no trace of even
the timing device that survives.

Oh, I guarantee you-there'll be
no trace left of the Nash family...

or anyone else who happens
to be in that building.

Any residual fallout will just help to

mask the I. D.'s of
our intended targets,

I'll contact you when I'm in place.

Haven't you people destroyed enough
lives? -What the hell's goin' on?

If a bullet penetrates the
jet's skin, it can explode,

Not if something plugs the hole.

Come on! Come on!

Good morning, sweet prince.

Fortunately, I was able to land
the plane in almost one piece,

My lucky day.

Where's Mr. White?

He disappeared. Any idea where
he might have disappeared to?

Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.

Yes, Mutumbo, I understand clearly
every word that you are saying...

and I assure you that the irony of

Jarod's escape is
not lost on me either.

Sir, are you being facetious?

Facetious? No. No. Of course
I'm not being facetious, sir.

You understand?

Yes, I understand the
importance of reacquiring

Jarod as it relates to Silence, sir...

but, as you know, we
have an inside person,

So, our friends at
Raylor can rest assured

that the project will
not be compromised.

It better not be. -Yes,
sir, You have my word,

All right. -It seems like the
world hasn't changed so much.

Okay, Sydney, you were
right, and I was wrong.

But I would rather be alive
and wrong than dead right.

And if we don't get Jarod back...

I'm not the only one Mutumbo's
gonna personally reeducate.

Oh. Oh, sorry for bursting in. -What?

You won't believe who I just saw

walkin' around the
hallways alive as day.

I mean, rumor has it he's supposed
to be dead, but he's, uh, not.

Glad to disappoint you.

Huh.

It's good to be back in
the bosom of the Centre.

God bless you all!

Now, let's go catch Jarod.

Amen.

A Ph. D. in nuclearphysics
from M. I. T. and

a doctorate in radio
isotopic design from USC,

That's a pretty impressive sheepskin.

You see what they look
like on the Internet,

press print, and you're somebody else.

Oh, uh, Jeanie, this
is Dr. Jarod Hickum.

Helped design the propulsion system
on the Cassini probe for NASA.

Nice to meet you. -Weren't
those Russian-made reactors?

I believe that you're
thinking of the TOPAZ II.

The Cassini's reactors were Chandon

designed, with 72 pounds
of 238 at the core.

Well, I hope your expertise can
help us with the Neptune probe.

We're, um, three
months behind schedule.

And we've lost our
two best researchers.

Well, I'm here to do everything I can,

Sydney,

Miss Parker.

Miss Parker, we've been
searching everywhere for you.

Thank God you're... -Alive? Hardly.

And these morons in
here won't let me out,

Oh, I get my strength back,
I swear I'm going postal.

That's what they're afraid of.

According to this chart, you were
admitted under a suicide watch.

Suicide? I was shot in the back!

Only your next of kin can okay
your discharge. -Next of kin.

Parker, have you
heard from your father?

No. -Well, somebody sure
wants to keep you in here.

Yeah, the wheezing sack of bones
Raines. -I'm not certain that's right.

Raines may have spent some time
on Mutumbo's side of the street...

but he's acting more like he's
been in Mister Rogers' Neighborhood.

He found religion-or it was
given to him. -I don't buy it.

There's somethin' goin' down at the
Centre, and they don't want me around.

Lyle keeps saying,
"The world is changing."

Besides Raines's rebirth,
Jarod has escaped.

Lyle has some albino running a
priority project called Silence,

I gotta get outta here.

You still need rest. At
least another 24 hours.

Twenty-four hours, and then
I'm blowin' this CAT scan stand.

I want you to find out everything
you can about the albino and Silence.

They may have me down, but
I'll be damned if I'm out. Go!

Jarod, What are you
doing here? -Jeanie. Hi.

I was trying to get
a leg up on things and

I thought I would go
straight to the source.

What part of the project
were the Nashes working on?

They were heading up the research for
Raylor Corporation's propulsion system.

They made some incredible discoveries
with multiple applications,

But most of their work was
sealed after the accident.

Accident? -Yeah, a freak thing.

Their sailboat blew up while in port in
the Caribbean. A gas leak or something.

I can't believe they're
dead. -Maybe they're not.

Who sealed the data?

The word was it all went to the
Department of Energy office in Albany.

This is Sydney,

I hear silence is golden,
especially at the Centre,

There is a project called Silence,
but God only knows what it is.

Is that Mr. Broots I hear?
-Yeah. How'd you know?

Deviated septum. Right nostril.

Well, I did get beaned with an
Etch A Sketch when I was seven-

What can you tell me about Silence?

Just that Lyle and some weird-looking
albino guy were talkin' about it.

Ah, yes, The white-haired man,

He and I shared some
frequent-flyermiles,

I can't talk to you about this.

We're supposed to be
tryin' to catch you.

I know where you live, Mr. Broots.

Even if we did find
something out about Silence-

You don't know what's
going on around here.

I mean, they turned Mr.
Raines into Pat Robertson.

Silence is about the Centre killing
a man, woman and their child,

Now, Lyle and the albino have
an inside person helping them,

My guess is someone within
the Department of Energy,

I need help finding out
who. -We'll do our best.

Well, you'd better,
because if you don't...

an innocent family is going to die.

So, who's this new hot shot
joining the Nash detail, Inspector?

His name is Jarod Watts,
but he is hardly a hotshot.

Bottom third in college,
barely squeak-by I. Q

This guy has been bounced around from
one mediocre assignment to the next,

But he has one thing on his resume
that none of us have. -What's that?

The same last name as
the undersecretary. -Son?

Nephew. -Oh.

I'm sorry I'm, uh, late.

So-

Sorry. Uh, Jarod Watts.

The reason I'm late is I was doing a
little boning up on that Nash thing,

The "Nash thing" is a P-1 Witness
Protection transfer, Watts,

Please don't forget
that. -Uh, yes, sir.

Now then-

Agent Timson will continue to be point
on the Clare Nash protection team...

up until she is reunited
with husband and daughter.

I'll be maintaining a Code 3
security status on the Nash woman.

Excuse me, Uh, isn't a
Code 3 a little bit thin?

That's the idea, Watts,

You see, a Code 3 provides protection
without drawing undue attention...

to the location said
witness is being held,

It's really quite
effective. -Yes, sir. Code 3.

Agent Carlson.

Please, try to bring Watts up
to speed on the "Nash thing, "

I'll tolerate no mistakes,

That's lunch.

Angel, it's Daddy. I looked for you
at the hospital, but you're gone.

You can't keep a Parker
underwraps. No, sirree.

Uh, what I need to tell you
has to be said face-to-face,

I'll be at your place tonight at 9:00,

Now, you be alone, Erase this tape,

I wouldn't want the
wrong people showin'up,

Wrong people. Raines.

The Nashes'nuclear research
for the Raylor Corporation...

was supposed to be strictly for
space propulsion applications.

But when they suspected
Raylor was sellin'

their work for weapons applications...

they decided to blow the
whistle to the D. O. E.

That's when someone tried to kill
them on the boat. -Are there any leads?

None. Completely professional job.

It turned out to be almost as
good as killing them. -How's that?

Well, the Nashes got separated in the
mayhem, and it drove them underground.

Until the D. O. E. found Jason Nash and
his daughter living in the Caribbean.

They were placed in
protective custody,

Jason Nash said he'd
testify if his wife

was found and they were
reunited as a family.

We just recently found Clare,

Tomorrow at 3:00 we bring them all back
together at the Atomic Research Lab.

Family reunited, family talks.

Family talks, family dies.

My work here is my life, I've spent
years here doing the work of the Lord,

Raines, it's time for you
to pay for killing my mother,

Say your prayers, you son of a bitch.

Miss Parker, I'd like to
introduce Father Connelley.

He was a friend of your
mother's, -How do you do?

I look forward to you continuing
with your good work, Mr. Raines.

What's your good work?

Free exorcisms for the
whack jobs in Renewal?

Do you believe in
miracles, Miss Parker?

I believe in revenge.

Now tell me, why did
you try and kill Daddy?

A selfish, misguided act.

But it came from above,
as God is my witness.

This kindness crap may slay
'em at the parish potluck...

but it ain't cuttin' it with me.

Then I'll turn the other cheek.

Miss Parker, those
miracles I mentioned-

they begin with... love.

When I find out what you're up to...

it's gonna take a hell of a lot more
than a prayer to save your sorry ass.

Thank you, but I'm not hungry,

Mrs. Nash won't eat?

She's a little freaked
out, -Let me try.

I know it's not gourmet,
but you really should eat.

It will help you keep
your strength up. -No.

Thank you though, -I understand.

When I was a kid...

in the place I grew up in,
I never wanted to eat either.

Why was that, Agent Watts?

Because it wasn't my body
that needed nourishing.

It was my heart.

There wasn't a meal satisfying
enough or a room safe enough...

to help me stop missing the family
that I wanted to be with so badly.

Well, where's your family now?

I don't know.

It's the not knowing, the
waiting, that's the hardest part,

But while you wait,
maybe this can help,

C -Courtney gave me
this for Mother's Day.

I thought I lost it forever.

Tomorrow you'll be back
together with the real thing.

I promise you.

I miss the days when the
people I couldn't trust...

were the people I couldn't trust.

You've obviously met the
new Mr. Raines, Miss Parker.

Now meet Mr. White.
He reports to Lyle.

Since when does anybody
report to my brother?

Since the Triumvirate gave him his
own covert team a few years ago.

His latest project is called Silence.

It's a corporate-sponsored Centre
hit on a couple research scientists.

Jarod was on that plane
with White when it went down.

He knows those
innocent people will die

if he doesn't stop
him. You know he'll try.

If Jarod's going, then so am I. -Hmm.

Miss Parker's gonna want to off
herself when she hears this one,

Can anybody spare a
noose? -Miss Parker!

Is your nose whistling?
-I have a deviated septum.

You know, Mr. Parker couldn't
have been the next ofkin...

to have you committed in that
hospital on that suicide watch.

The dates don't square, Mutumbo had
already siphoned away Mr, Parker,

So, the next of kin
would had to have been-

Lyle. Lyle trapped me there.

Daddy?

Daddy!

I'm sorry I can't be
there to talk to you

face-to-face, but,
uh, plans change, huh?

After all, it is the Centre, right?

Now, I don't have a whole hell of
a lot of time, so pay attention.

The world is changing.

The Centre is changing. I am changing.

And you? You have to ride
all this crazy stuff out, see?

Just, uh, ride her out.
Don't try to find us.

And above all else, angel,
watch out for yourself.

Don't forget-"A
family is a tyranny"-

"Ruled over by its weakest member."

Thank God you're safe.
You had me worried.

About what? That suicidal sis might
play a little game of razor roulette?

The suicide watch was
for your own protection.

Oh. -Not perfect, but it
was all I could think of.

The more the others thought you were
a non factor, the safer you'd be.

Others? -The same ones
that got to Raines...

that put the scare into our father.

Which conveniently put you in charge.

Mutumbo snaps, I jump. Guilty.

You and your team-I know all
about your covert division.

Mr. White. Silence.

Good, because I need your help.

Look, I'm being straight here.

Silence is a Level "A" contract.

The last thing I needed was for Jarod
to escape and make this his cause.

Careful. You're sweating.

Well, with Jarod hovering,
I'd be stupid not to.

You botch a Level "A, " and you'll
need my prayers, not my help.

I need my sister.

I've always been a survivor, Parker...

but in the past year since
I found my father and you...

I -I've realized it's not
just me against the world.

I hear the world's changing.

One look into Dad's eyes confirms it.

Despite that, the Centre's
always been about Parkers,

And like it or not, you and I are it.

Let's fight for it, for us-

for him.

Timson,

Timson!

Where is she? Where's Clare now?

Jarod! Gone. She's been taken out
to go meet her husband and daughter.

You weren't told about the
schedule change? -No, I wasn't.

Out of the blue, the transfer
orders were moved up to noon.

Timson. -Yeah. They were his orders.

When I asked for details, he
said it was "need to know only."

Guess Timson doesn't
think you and I need to.

Glad to see you've decided
to take up the fight.

I didn't come to help you.
I came to recapture Jarod.

It won't be long now,
Mrs. Nash. -Thank you.

Agent Blaine,

We're in position. -Roger that,

Sir, "B" Team has Mr. Nash and their
little girl in position. -Very good.

Well, this is an honor.

Murderers have no honor.

No, no, no. Meeting you.

I mean, my God, you're Jarod.

Didn't have much chance
to talk on the plane,

By the way, I owe you for
some great, great flying.

Thought I was toast,
-Where's the bomb?

You know where the bomb is,
otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Now, that said, I'm leaving,

I don't live, I don't get paid.
-You're not going anywhere.

Was it good seeing your dad again?

I mean, you just beat me to him.

But, hey, he's now out there again...

and it kind of keeps me in
business, you know what I mean?

Business?

I'm a finder. Missing
families are kind of my niche.

And yours is a
full-time job, brother.

What are you getting at?

Well, just that
occasionally Mr. Lyle...

will, uh, pay me for special projects,

Take your sister, Emily, for example,

What do you know about my sister?

That she adores yellow tulips,
she hates cruelty to animals...

she's smart, she's funny...

she's tortured by the
tragedies of her family...

and that she has the cutest
little tattoo just above her-

Uh-uh-uh! Her last
known address is in here.

There might even be some
tidbits about dear old Mom too,

Shame to see it all go poof,

There may be time for you to
save that family upstairs...

maybe even time for you to
save this family in here.

But you do not get me in the package.

I'll see you on down the road,

No, No!

We'll have a better chance of
catching Jarod if we split up,

You three take the interior,
and I'll cover outside.

Fine.

Can I see my husband and daughter now?

Soon. Very soon,
ma'am. Very soon, ma'am.

Oh, excuse me. This is Timson.

Yes, sir, Absolutely, sir,

If I'm not back in,
uh, five minutes...

go ahead and bring
in Nash and the girl.

It won't be long now, ma'am. -Thanks.

Sure. -Oh, there you are.

What the hell are you doing here?

I just came from
Inspector Wocheck's office.

He suspects there's a contract
out on Mrs. Nash's life...

and they think the hitter
might be within the D. O. E.

Ah. Uh, Blaine, you and
Jarod here keep watch.

I'm going out to the mobile
unit to contact the inspector,

I can save you that trip,
sir. -No, I gotta go.

Inspector Wocheck is gonna call me
on this cell phone at 12:00 sharp.

That's only a few
minutes away. -I have to

review the placement
of my agent perimeters.

You can use my walkie, sir, -I
don't want to use your damn walkie!

Speak when you're spoken
to, Agent, Excuse me,

Is there something the matter?

No. -You seem like you're
in a hurry to get somewhere.

What the hell's wrong
with this thing? -Nothing.

It's just, uh-Well,
it's, uh-it's locked,

Open it. -What's the rush?

Open the damn door! Now!

I-I don't understand.
What's the problem?

The problem is, if you don't open the
door, we're gonna blow up, you idiot!

Oh, my God. -Oh, you mean
this thing I found is a bomb?

Do something!

Kaboom!

I find it interesting that you knew
there was a bomb in the building...

but you didn't bother to tell anybody.

You were going to allow
an innocent family to die-

and your own men-in an explosion.

And for what?

Agent Blaine? Get him out of here.

It would be my pleasure, Jarod.

I think you're here to
see some special people.

Yeah.

Oh, my baby!

There's a brown sedan
in the parking lot,

Here's all the information you
need to start your new life.

You'll be safe. I promise you.

But-But who are you? -No, it's
all right. We can trust him.

Oh, Jarod, I hope that one day you and
your family can feel this moment too.

Good luck. -Bye.

Parker. -Our work's done here.

What, he got away? How?

You shouldn't
underestimate Jarod. Mm-mmm.

And you should never underestimate me.

And the next time that you send me
into a building that's gonna explode...

it had better blow...

because if it doesn't, it's
gonna be your gray matter...

they'll be mopping
up with a toothbrush.

By the way, Jarod left you something.

Oh, my angel,

God, I'm sorry I missed you. I
wanted to hear your voice. Needed to.

Now, if you don't hear
from me, don't you worry,

Brigitte and I are safe,
At least I think I am,

It's always when you think you are,
that's when you're the most vulnerable,

Now, don't you make
the same mistake I did,

Now, don't expose the soft
underbelly, They target that,

No, no, no, You catch Jarod
and never, ever let him go,

Damn it! He's the key, He's
the only key, Always has been,

And there's one last thing-

'Cause I know you're
tough, I'm not worried,

You watch your back at the Centre,

Nobody's what they seem to be,

There's no soul in that place-
not one-that you can trust...

with the possible
exception of your brother,

Who the hell are you?

My name is Jarod. Have
you seen this woman?

Like I said, who the hell
are you? -I'm her brother.

Damn, She's gonna be sorry she
missed you, but she just left today,

She wouldn't say
where. Sort of like she

thought someone was
followin' her. Sweet girl.

Was she alone? -Yeah,
but she didn't want to be.

She was searchin' for her family.
Said she was determined to find them.

Like I said...

she'd be sorry if she
knew she missed you.

Yeah.

What?

At least we put one
family back together.

While mine got ripped apart
again. -I know the feeling.

You know, Jarod, maybe Lyle's
right. Maybe the world is changing.

It doesn't seem to matter
how much it changes.

It's still the same for us.

We're still alone in it.

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