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My name is Alex Parrish.

I'm an FBI agent.

In July, a terrorist blew
up Grand Central Terminal,

but before that, I was still a trainee.

You lied to me. You used
to tell me everything.

Whoever took his wife,
they're demanding $5 million.

My fianc�e, Alicia,
was killed in a shootout

between the Chicago
PD and an armed gunman.

The police blamed the FBI.

Chicago was a blown sting.

Someone above me screwed up,

and people got hurt.

The terrorists, they're calling.

I'll look into this.

You didn't listen.

Alex, run!

Welcome to TEVOC...

Tactical Emergency
Vehicle Operations Center.

Hope you're well-rested 'cause
things are about to get fast.

You'll each get two rounds...

one as the driver and one
as the agent assisting.

Trainees Amin, meet your vehicle.

How about I drive first?

Slept well?

Yes. You?

Olsen and Haas.

You're happier than normal, John Nash.

What, are you calculating
the wind resistance

before you accelerate?

The only wind I hear is you talking.

Hey, you're getting better.

I'm watching and learning.

And I'm sorry that I didn't...

Please tell him that
Mark Raymond called.

I'll have the money for him very soon.

And thank him for being
so patient with me.

Trainees Wyatt and Chang.

Ugh. Where's my driver?

What's the matter? You leave
your sense of humor in bed?

Shut up and drive.

_

I have no new intelligence on
Samar Hashmi or Haifaa Said.

I try, but nothing.

_

Parrish and Perales.

After you.

Missed you at the gym.

My spies told me you trained
at 5:00 every morning.

Well, I couldn't sleep. Took today off.

You were looking for me?

Guess you'll never know now.

So, what kept you up last night?

Honestly? Our conversation.

What about it? The NFL?

What happened to your
fianc�e in Chicago.

- Look, I did some research.
- Why would you do that?

'Cause I lost someone
that was close to me, too.

And I spent most of my life

trying to figure out why it happened.

When I had answers,
I felt much better...

I don't need answers.

And if I did, I'd get them myself.

I think Liam O'Connor had
something to do with this.

When I got here,

I found out a lot about Liam,

including information
about some operation

in Chicago that blew
up in the FBI's faces

- around the same time as your...
- I'm not interested.

I'm here to train, not rehash the past.

Now get out. It's my turn to drive.

Hey. Since when do you text so much?

Is that your friend from New Year's?

You think I only have one friend?

I don't know anymore.

Come sit next to me. You
can tell me all about it.

I'm fine here, where
I've been for weeks.

At the FBI, an arrest is not a win.

Your job, your case is
only won with a conviction.

It is the only thing that matters.

You have to prove that
your suspect is guilty

to get the justice

that the victim and
their family deserve.

The key to building that
case is a suspect interview.

These actors are here to play suspects

that are very real and very guilty.

You have to work with actors

because the criminals they
are portraying are free.

Why?

Because the agents on the original cases

didn't ask the right questions

during their suspect's interview.

So their cases fell apart at trial.

Today in teams,

you'll get the chance to
conduct suspect interviews

and get the conviction
that we never got.

If you learn how to do it right,

you can avoid our mistakes

and get the justice and closure

that the victims and
their families deserve.

All right? Good luck.

_

Hey, um, I want to
apologize about earlier.

I... I didn't mean to cross a line.

It's okay.

You're training to be in the FBI.

It's good that you want to get answers.

Maybe I want them, too.

If you really feel like
there's something to be found,

I want to look.

I could really use the closure.

Let's get you some closure.

Wendy Frye Miller, 42,
born in Albany, New York.

Your interrogation begins now.

You're just in time for breakfast.

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I don't want that.

I know.

I brought it anyway.

You want some tea?

You don't have to make me tea, Simon.

Thank you.

So, this house is...

different than your last one.

I lost that one when I lost my job.

Both my jobs.

This is better. It's more my mood.

So, have you been in
touch with anyone since...

Nobody talks to me, Alex.

Yeah, well, everyone's still
dealing with what happened.

Raina moved back to Michigan.

Nimah's in the New York office.

Shelby's back at McGregor-Wyatt.

No one's even heard
from Caleb in months.

I don't care where they are.

Why are you here?

I came to give you that.

So let me get this straight.

You drove 6 1/2 hours to bring me

something that I don't want?

Are you going to sit?

That would imply interest on my part

in having you stay longer
than that cup of tea.

You know what? I
shouldn't have done this.

You should go.

I need to prepare for dinner.

You hunt?

Got to eat.

I hunt too.

My dad taught me.

He said it was always easier in pairs.

Plus, you'll need help

carrying whatever it is that you kill.

I do just fine on my own.

I don't.

At least not lately.

I just... I don't feel like

getting back into my car right now.

Just... please.

Let's take a walk.

I hope you're asking the right questions

with your suspect interview

because you have five minutes left.

What did I miss?

She says the FBI framed her.

The FBI doesn't frame people.

I'd like to ask you a series
of yes-or-no questions.

Frank Lindsay.

Your 9-year-old sister, Tracey Lindsay,

went missing on July 10, 2008.

I don't know how many times
I have to tell you people.

I don't know what happened to Tracey.

Well, I've got 10 pieces
of physical evidence here

that say you do.

Yeah, except for Tracey.

You still haven't found her.

She's out there somewhere,

and you guys are here looking at me.

He's right. This line of
questioning is a waste of time.

What?

I don't know what kind
of good-cop-bad-cop move

you're trying to pull...

A murder conviction without
a D.B. is almost impossible.

They searched for two years.

I don't care. You don't
just give up looking.

Work on the case in front of you.

Okay?

You scanned the entire file already?

There's nothing in there
I hadn't already seen.

If there really is something here,

we need human intelligence,

and Liam's not gonna talk to us.

He might talk to me.

Why would he talk to you?

You know what? I don't need to know.

Okay. Time.

You're done asking the questions.

Now it's our turn.

Finish up and hand in your work.

Where is Nimah?

Mr. Keller, I have the
money that you requested.

I'd like the opportunity
to bring it by in person,

if I can just find the time to get away.

It's not money.

It's a commitment to reach

the highest levels of fulfillment.

- Raina.
- Hey.

I thought you weren't coming.

I was just leaving. See you.

All right.

_

So, you think you discovered
where we went wrong?

You think you can do it better

than the agents that came before you?

Good, because you're
going to get the chance.

You're going to trial
to present your case

and test your theory
in cross-examination.

Remember, the defense...
us... will be gunning for you.

Nothing is off-limits.

So you better know your
cases backwards and forwards

or a guilty person walks free.

Good luck.

I'll go first.

I don't think so. I'm going first.

If I do it right, you won't
have to go up there at all.

Thank you.

Hi.

You guys are friendly
with Natalie Vasquez?

Oh, I think at this point,
she'd rather talk to anyone

besides me, but, yeah, we're friends.

Do you know why she would request

an emergency leave of absence?

I got an e-mail from her this morning.

Did something happen with Renata?

She never said anything to me.

Do you know why Alex
didn't come to work today?

Maybe she inhaled too much toner.

She's buried in the basement.

A simple yes or no would
be sufficient, Agent Amin.

Ryan?

No, I haven't spoken to her.

You let me know if you hear
from either one of them.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Thank you.

Of course.

So, what's up with you and Miranda?

Difference of opinion.

Any idea about Alex or Vasquez?

Besides what they have in common?

Look, I'm serious.

I'm worried about Alex.

Look, between you and me,

she came to my place last night,

and she was in a bad way.

I tried offering her my help,

but she wouldn't take it, of course,

and now I've been trying
to reach her all night

and I can't get ahold of her.

Maybe what happened in July
finally caught up to Alex.

We all had mandatory counseling,
and she was just reinstated.

I know. And that's why I'm worried.

She never talks to me, but last night,

Nimah, you should have seen her face.

My sister doesn't talk to me, either.

So I use the Cellphone
Trace Protocol program

to see where she is.

At least I know she's okay.

She's near the Canadian border.

Who does Alex know in Vermont?

My dad had a Browning
A-Bolt just like yours.

I still remember how
much my shoulder hurt

when I fired it for the first time.

We didn't hunt in Scarsdale.

Not with guns, anyway.

Passive-aggressive insults, maybe.

I never contemplated shooting
until I signed up to serve.

I found out that if you
believe in something,

you got to be willing to kill for it.

I thought Quantico was
gonna be a clean slate.

We both know how that ended.

I got that tech job, and
I thought, "Here we go.

I can start again."

But FBI pulled me in.

It wasn't meant to be.

But now out here...

I can finally admit the truth.

There's no such thing as a clean slate.

It just took the blood of 67 people

on my hands to teach me that.

Not to mention the 133 before that.

And dozens before that.

What's more blood, right?

You don't have to do this, Simon.

It's already done.

I missed.

I saw you shoot at Quantico.

You never miss.

You're right.

I can't kill.

Not when it's my choice.

And yet I can do it when
someone makes me do it.

Like you did.

I never made you do anything.

You told me to let go of the trigger.

And you had no right, no authority!

And you told me it was
gonna be okay, and it wasn't!

And I had to live with that.

And you're fine.

You're walking around fine!

Who the hell says I'm fine?!

I'm in trouble, Simon.

Elias was telling the truth.

Elias was a madman!

And the only conspiracy
surrounding what happened

is that there is not one!

Whoever blackmailed
Elias is now after me!

He called me two days ago.

They told me if I didn't help them,

they'd kill all my friends.

Stop, Alex!

Natalie is dead, Simon!

Blown to pieces right
in front of my eyes!

The terrorists killed her
and then covered their tracks.

And they're not done.

Everyone I care about is
in danger, including you!

Is that why you're here?

What, to warn me?

What, to lead them to me? What?!

Because you're the only one I can trust!

You're the only one who I
know is truly innocent, Simon.

I need your help.

Look, I can't help you.

And you can't help me.

But I can save you.

From what?

From the pain...

of what happened that day.

I know how you can win.

You win by not playing.

I'm not innocent, Alex.

I never was.

And neither are you.

Yes, ma'am. I didn't
know Charlie was here.

Is now a good time?

No, it's fine. What's going on?

Hi.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, sure. I was wondering

when you might want to
talk about the, uh...

Oh, um, no, um, I wanted to actually

talk to you about the exercise.

All these cases... the
charges didn't stick

because the agents slipped up
on their investigation, right?

Yeah, the smallest mistakes

usually have the biggest consequences.

When you work an airtight case,

you don't even talk to the suspects.

You talk to their lawyers
when they plead out.

Right, but things do go wrong.

Only in days that end in "Y."

Is that what happened in Chicago?

This is about Ryan.

And about you.

I never got the full
story from either of you.

Look, if I wanted to hurt you,

I could have done it already.

I didn't.

So I'm asking you to trust me.

Fine.

So, Ryan told me that Chicago
was a sting gone wrong,

but he didn't tell me what
kind of sting and what happened.

Yeah, well, we were
working a militia group.

But everything we dangled...
C-4, nitro, blasters...

they weren't biting...

until one night, after a few beers,

I had the brilliant idea to sell them

a couple crates of Panther AR-15s

from our evidence lockers.

Well, it worked.

After that, we started to get access

and build our case...

until one of our informants
on the inside tipped them off

and we were forced to
raid them unprepared.

By the time we hit their compound,

they were long gone
and so were the guns.

So no one got hurt in this raid?

Well, we kept the body count at zero,

but the gun sale was a problem.

Ryan knew if he stepped up
and said that it was his idea,

he'd get a slap on the wrist.

But after Omaha, I couldn't have

another black mark and keep my job.

So that's it.

Nobody died.

It's not just about the casualties.

No, of course. Um...

thank you.

Thank you for trusting me.

Oh, um, I'm glad you kept your job.

I'll see you in class.

Prepare for a long day

and tough questions.

You will take the stand
to defend your case

as an FBI agent.

Welcome to our courtroom.

Trainee Chang,

how are we supposed to believe

that our client killed his sister

when you haven't even produced a body?

Because the circumstantial evidence

is enough for a murder conviction,

assuming that we have excluded
all reasonable hypotheses.

Have you?

The FBI believes that it has.

I, on the other hand, do not.

So you're contradicting
your fellow agent?

Yes.

I believe that further investigation

is required and that the Bureau
should continue the search

for Tracey Lindsay until
her body is recovered

and all the facts are known.

Are you saying the jury

should find the defendant not guilty?

I am saying...

that we still don't know...

what really happened.

A witness box is not the place,

a trial is not the time

to question the work of a fellow agent.

If you don't have their back up here,

how can they trust you out there?

Your team has failed.

What happened?

Look, I'm really sorry about Liam.

His story checks out.

It's my fault. There
weren't any casualties.

Look, I mean, he did screw up.

He sold some Panther
AR-15s to some militia guys,

but it had nothing to do with Alicia.

I'm sorry.

Are you sure he said Panther AR-15s?

Yeah. Why?

Mr. Perales.

Drew.

Perales, please step down.

Drew, what's wrong?

Everything's wrong.

Do you swear to tell the whole truth

and nothing but the
truth, so help you, God?

I do.

Do you?

So, now what?

Tragic hunting accident.

Why?

Tell me the truth, Simon.

Every morning, I put a gun in my mouth.

You ever tasted a gun, Alex?

It's awful.

And it's the only thing
that feels right to me.

You don't know what it's been
like living with what happened.

That's not fair.

I was there, too.

I'm still there, Alex.

It wasn't until just now

that I realized I haven't
been carrying my guilt.

I've been carrying yours.

So you think taking my
life is gonna set you free?

I've tried everything else.

Walk.

No.

Walk.

Simon, I'm not moving.

You think just because
I can't kill a deer

that I can't kill you?

No.

I think you can.

But you won't because
if you wanted to kill me,

you would have pulled
that trigger already.

Just like you would
have done to yourself.

You don't know what
you're talking about!

Actually, I do.

You don't just want a way out.

You want a way back.
And like it or not...

that's me.

I'm standing right here, Simon.

I'm asking you for help.

And that voice on the other
side of the phone needs me,

which means they have a weakness.

If I had someone who would help me

exploit that vulnerability

while I did their bidding, we could...

Shut up, Alex!

Shut up.

You can't control what happened.

You know that.

Forget control. This is about justice.

Don't lose sight of that.

We can still get it, Simon...

together.

I'm not really dressed
for 20-degree weather,

and it's even colder
where Alex has stopped.

Are you regretting coming along?

No.

It's not like I have a heavy case load.

I might as well be in
the basement with Alex.

Yeah, about that...

Okay, you want to play
the license-plate game?

Why don't you just ask me what
happened between me and Miranda?

- I was trying to.
- We had a falling out.

Raina got close to Hamza Kouri
during our time in his cell.

She said it wasn't
love, just compassion.

And maybe it was,

but I could tell she
was emotionally involved

and she could have ended
up exposing all of us.

When Miranda disagreed and
she learned I told the FBI,

she was furious.

Well, maybe she felt you
were turning your back

on a good agent.

A good agent never puts
emotions before logic.

Even Alex, as emotional as she may be,

knows what is right, and
that's what haunts you.

You think she's crazy,

but you also know she may be right.

Does what you did to
Raina not haunt you?

We're all haunted...

by something.

Trainee Perales, did
you entrap my client?

Define "entrapment," Agent O'Connor.

To induce someone to
commit a criminal act

they would otherwise
be unlikely to commit.

So by that definition,
entrapment would include, say,

an agent buying a
prostitute for a suspect

they knew were a violent sex offender?

Or an agent giving a broke kid $100,000

to carry a backpack across town?

Yes.

And what about you, in Chicago?

Selling Panther Oracle AR-15s
to a bunch of militia guys?

We can discuss this in my office.

See, the timeline never made
sense to me until recently.

Maybe you can tell me

if I have all the
pieces now, though, okay?

Chicago P.D. stops an armed
robbery on the "L" train.

The cops rush in to find a perp

with a brand-new Oracle
AR-15 assault rifle.

Guns on guns, everybody yelling,

and the cops finally
get their guy, right,

but not before he kills
two innocent bystanders...

Paul Lichtenstein, age 66,

and Alicia Landon...

33 years old.

Mr. Perales, you are way out of line.

What happened in Chicago was a tragedy.

Yeah? Which part?

My pregnant fianc�e and a
high-school English teacher

died on an "L" train,

or that she died because
of guns that you put there?

You could have come to me directly!

- You jeopardized...
- What? Your career?!

People died, and you're
worried about your pension!

No, I'm worried about whether
you belong at Quantico!

Suing the NFL when no one
forced you to play football.

No one made you take a
multi-million-dollar contract.

You're a crusader!

Nobody made you sell guns
to terrorists, either.

I don't know what it
is you're looking for...

but you're not gonna find it here.

You are done at Quantico.

The FBI doesn't need agents like you.

Drew, I'll talk to him.

Stop. No more talking! Stay
the hell out of my life,

which should be easy
'cause I'll be gone.

I... I'm sorry.

I can't believe you would do that.

We failed because of you.

I'm not gonna lie on the stand.

Okay, no one asked you to.

No, you asked me to go up there

and say that I know what
happened, but I don't.

Nobody knows because
nobody bothered to look.

They gave up.

Where do you get off, Wyatt?

This was about getting a conviction,

not about accusing the FBI
for mismanaging a search.

It doesn't even matter.

It doesn't matter
what either of us said.

That family is never gonna get justice.

The story hasn't ended.

They don't even have a body to bury.

Some questions don't
have answers or endings,

although you provided us
one by failing our team.

Can you just stop being so
flip about this for one second?

Only a child thinks everything
is going to work out.

Now, I don't know if it's
because your parents died

or you're just white and
wealthy and weak with privilege,

but not everything has a neat ending.

And just like that P.I. from Zagreb

who couldn't find whatever it
was that you were looking for,

some FBI training exercise
isn't going to fix it, either.

And don't ever screw
with my career again.

Worried I might need backup?

Just worried.

Did you find Simon?

But he's not the man we knew.

I'm gonna take the truck back.

Nimah, why don't you drive Alex?

Thanks.

Do you want the heat on?

I'm fine.

How is he?

Simon?

I hope he finds peace.

I didn't think you cared about him.

You had it out for him at Quantico.

I wanted him to pay for his sins,

not the sins of someone else.

And he's not the only one
paying for what Elias did.

You. Vasquez.

What about Vasquez?

Apparently, she requested an
emergency leave of absence.

You're right.

We've changed.

All of us.

Grand Central changed us.

There is one person who hasn't
changed through all of this.

He always cared for you.

He still does...

even if he tries not to show it.

I think you should know that.

No matter how dark it gets,

you have him, Alex.

I know.

What do you know?

I went to the house.

I know they're collecting
weapons for something,

and you're a part of it.

I saw you yesterday and the day before.

You lied to me this morning,

last week, and who knows for how long?

You maybe didn't even
go away for New Year's.

And... ?

Raina, I love you.

And I love that everything new,

you believe in with all your heart,

but this... this is not
something to believe in.

It's not what you think.

- I'm undercover.
- That cell?

They're the ones who took Charlie.

Does Miranda know?

She's the one who told me to do it.

Now I have to go back and
make sure you didn't expose me.

We still don't know
what they're planning.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

You can ask Miranda.

How do I know you're
telling her the truth?

- Who is it?
- Brandon.

I told him you need help studying.

Where are you going?

To help you, since you
won't help yourself.

Talk to Miranda first. Nimah, promise.

She's all yours.

Hey.

Hey.

Just apologize, and I'll move on.

I'm not good with uncertainty.

I hadn't noticed.

Yeah.

A few years after my parents died,

I found out that my father
had an illegitimate daughter.

He never told us about her,

and he didn't help her, so I did.

She was sweet and funny
and a little goofy.

And, um, then Caleb found out
that she was a con artist...

a 13-year, heartbreaking,

just-took-$5 million-of-
my-money con artist.

That's awful.

Yeah, well, it's not about the money.

Just the cruelty of it.

I need to know why
she would do something

so mean for so long.

And what I learned today

is I'm never gonna know.

I am never gonna get that answer.

How am I supposed to live with that?

We, um... we had to
leave Shanghai quickly.

And my mother... she had
a sister who wouldn't go.

And we knew that leaving her

meant they were going to come after her

and take her to prison, starve her...

worse.

I didn't know any of
it when we left her.

All I remember was...

how much she loved her house

and the smile on her
face when we left her.

Maybe she died.

Maybe she lived.

Maybe they never came after her.

You don't want to know?

Well, can you guarantee me that knowing

won't get in the way of
my image of her laughter?

Of her singing?

No.

Then I'll take uncertainty.

Why couldn't you just apologize to him?

I didn't shoot his girlfriend.

I wasn't even in Chicago
when she was killed.

I'll take responsibility
for the things I've done

but not for the things
I have no control over.

Then why kick him out?!

He's a liability to the Bureau.

So, first Ryan was the liability.

Then I was the liability. Now it's Drew?

When are you gonna wake up and realize

that you are the real liability?

You are the problem?

Did you care about Alicia

before you thought it
was connected to me,

or only after?

Why does that...

You don't have to answer
that. See, because I know.

You only cared when you
thought you could prove

to yourself that I was bad.

Then you're off the hook
for sleeping with me.

The same way you came to Quantico

looking to get off the hook
for shooting your father.

I am not doing that.

And we are not talking about him again.

We are always talking about him.

You couldn't handle one day
of believing you killed a hero.

You can't handle the truth of
caring about a complex person.

That's why you haven't
contacted Ryan since New Year's.

So, what, you think
you're the good guy now?

I think that you're using
Drew's dead girlfriend

to work through your issues with me.

It's the easy way to write me off,

then go back to
pretending that you're good

and everyone else is bad.

I don't do that.

Shut the door on your
way out, Trainee Parrish.

Oh, hey, Mr. Robot.

You heading to the Old
Settler tonight with everybody?

Me, I think I'm gonna sit this one out.

- But I...
- Are you Caleb Haas or Mark Raymond?

Excuse me?

This is you, but it's not you.

It's Mark Raymond.

Mark who?

Raymond, 28, from Dubuque, Iowa.

Telecommutes for a
company called Dystek.

He was thanked in October
by a Husky rescue website

for his generous donation.

He has Spotify playlists
that are nothing like yours,

Tinder, Facebook, and Instagram
accounts all with your name,

and an Amazon wish list

full of things for his new apartment

near Union Station in D.C.

But you, Caleb Jacob Haas, live here.

I don't care what you
think that you found,

but you will not mess this up for me.

Do you understand?

Tell me that you understand.

I understand.

You slept with her.

You jeopardized your
career, my career...

for what?

A student?

You want to be
self-destructive, go ahead.

But don't do it on my watch,

at my school, when I'm the one

who has to answer for your bad choices.

I'm not protecting you this time.

I'm protecting me. I'm
protecting my students.

- Miranda...
- Don't you touch me.

I'll expect your resignation on my desk

first thing in the morning.

Hey, Ryan, call me. We need to talk.

Now's not a good time.

Just really quickly.
I wanted to apologize.

I've been really unfair to you,

and I'm learning that I don't
like when things are messy

and out of my control.

I'm not gonna say anything more than

if you ever want to sit
and talk, I owe that to you.

And I'd like to.

I miss you.

Look, I'll find you.

Everything is good?

You wired the money like
you said you would, so, yeah.

Everything's good, Samar.

I took it back from
Khaled without telling him.

He'll probably leave
me when he finds out.

God, what I've done...

You'll do what you promised?

Yeah, I'll do it.

You'll need this.

Hello?

Hey, you finally picked up.

All right, I deserve that.

How are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Look, I wanted to say
I'm sorry for last night.

I'm sorry about everything

that I've put you through
the last few months.

Hey, you don't ever
have to apologize to me.

Can I at least say thank you?

Thank you for coming
to Simon's today, Ryan.

Thank you for always being there for me,

no matter what.

I didn't come to Simon's for you.

I did that for me.

I needed to see that you
were okay with my own eyes.

I'm not.

But I will be.

Maybe with time,

the right help.

The Bureau has people.

I know. I left a message.

I wanted yours to be the
last voice I hear tonight.

Well, the feeling's mutual.

Do you even remember life
before those bombs went off?

I remember everything.

So do I.

Good night, Alex.

Good night, Ryan.

Hi.

Come in.

Nice place.

Says the guy who was
living in "The Revenant."

There's something I want
you to hold onto for me.

I hated getting this.

Just for running into that bank
and pulling those people out.

There was no valor in anything
that happened that day.

But maybe there's still
some left to be had.

Just hold onto it for me, please...

until I earned it.

Of course.

You can count on me, Alex.

No matter what.

You always could.

I know.

I know.

It's...

I got a plan.

Go ahead.

You can answer.

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