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Resync And Corrections By Chuck

[heart beating]

[Lasers Beaming]

[ominous music]

[woman screaming]

Hey, Jane!

Jane, it's all right.

Everything's all right.

My God.

Hey.

You were having a bad dream, weren't you?

Oh my God, Jack.

It's all right, love.

It's all right now, come on.

No.

You were in danger, Jack, terrible danger.

Yeah, well I'm not now, am I?

Come on, just lie down, come on.

There.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm sorry.

The Sweeney Theme!

[robust tense music]

[Register Dings]

All right?

Yeah.

Look, four trips in a row, he's coming here.

Yeah, well what if this time, he doesn't?

Haven't I been right on every other job?

That bird give us the right day, didn't she?

The right ferry even.

Anyway, if he don't stop here,

we'll just catch him up and floor him 'til he does stop.

Right.

He'll stop here, the food's good.

Foreigners don't eat your ordinary garbage.

[horn honking]

[brakes squeaking]

That's him.

Did he mean us to follow him in?

No.

We stay with the truck, that's the arrangement.

Do you mean mixed grill?

Yeah.

[funky music]

You sure that's our man?

They haven't sent someone else?

Nah, that's him.

[Keith] Looks a bit tasty, doesn't he?

Ain't meant to matter, is it?

How'd you like him read it?

It's written in Dutch as well as English.

And what's the deal with that paper, hey?

Eating it?

Yeah, funny.

Got a light, mate?

Why don't he open it?

He will.

God almighty.

I can't stand it.

Go on.

Move.

Now the keys.

Put the keys on the table.

He ain't left the keys.

He's still got his keys, Norman.

You forgot something, mate.

The keys, you bastard.

[speaking in Dutch] "No, Good Day."

Come on!

Hey!

There's nobody allowed in the kitchen here.

Hey!

[clattering]

[shouting]

[clattering]

[smashing]

[gun firing]

He's killed him!

He's killed Don!

Oh don't shoot me, no please!

Norman!

[gun firing]

What's happening?

[gunshots firing]

Get the keys!

Come on.

On the truck, mate.

Inside!

Hey!

Hey!

[gunshots firing]

Hey!

Who's the palaver?

I don't know!

Who was the bloke?

I don't know, get moving.

Brake, the brake!

[gunshots firing]

Come on!

Where to?

Where we arranged.

Not now, Norm!

I told you, where we arranged.

What the hell's this?

Good God almighty.

Mick, he's dead.

Hey!

Hey, what's going on here?

Let's get out of here.

Who are you?

Oh shut up, you old bastard.

Hey!

Interesting.

Lemongrass tea.

Has a rejuvenating effect.

Do I need it?

You might.

I told you, your planets are in a difficult configuration.

Yeah.

And you should let me work out your biorhythm some day.

I will.

What's this?

The mouth.

I've drawn it for you.

The screaming shape I saw in the dream, that's it.

[Regan] It's very nice,

but what am I supposed to do with it?

Keep it, you never know.

You know what I think?

I think that lemongrass tea could make me late for work.

Who in the hell were they then?

The driver was meant to deliver to us,

that was the arrangement.

It wasn't our fault.

Listen, we guaranteed that shipment.

You want the Dutch mob coming over here

after our bleeding neck!

That's a murder case back there now.

The place will be swarming with cops.

We're in the woods here, all the cops are farmers.

And besides, we've got this to help us

find that lousy English firm

before they fingerprint department goes cross eyed.

Didn't see you in the gym this morning, George.

Just because you haven't had a smoke

for six days, no need to carry on like Charles Atlas.

I mean this health front you're putting on,

just to pull a little innocent bran freak.

I can see now, can't you?

Top London cop seduced by health food nymphomaniac.

Pitiful.

Creatures like her destroy homes, George.

You think of the domestic bliss I'm saving

someone by diverting her lust.

Should be getting overtime for protecting the public.

Yeah, Regan.

Right.

[loud knocking]

Come in, Jack.

Before the noise of Bakeman Society

demand a prosecution.

Sorry gov, that's the caffeine, you know.

Worse than marijuana, that stuff.

And very nearly as expensive.

Sit down, Jack.

I take it in your present state of piety,

you're not averse to the odd fine cigar after dinner?

You asking me out, Frank?

Haven't got my tracksuit with me today.

[Regan laughing]

No, request from Kent.

Lorry drag early this morning.

Two dead, 50 grands worth of cigars.

Last seen heading towards London.

Go through the card Jack, just in case

the trail's still hot.

[Ford engine rumbling]

Don't panic, Keith, you've got plenty of time!

[rattling]

Yeah okay, thanks Harry.

Local CID.

What did they have to say?

It doesn't make sense, George.

I mean a firm of villains knocks over

a truck load of Dutch cigars.

Suddenly a couple of blokes with Irish accents

appear from nowhere, get shot at,

leg it and leave a stolen car.

Two separate gangs?

What, the same place on the same day

trying to hijack the same truck?

Nah, million to one.

Like winning the pools.

People win the pools every week.

Yeah.

That would be nice, wouldn't it?

I mean look at that bleeding weather.

Could be sitting by your pool, couldn't ya?

All brown, bottle of shampoo.

Still, we can all dream, can't we?

Dream?

Yeah, well don't you?

[ominous music]

Norm, this is mad, you've got to get to hospital.

Not yet, get it inside!

There's blood everywhere, you're bleeding!

Unload it first!

Shed.

Go on!

[Regan] Cheers mate, thanks.

Ta.

Gov.

The wide photographs from Holland.

They check out with the picture

in his driving license.

Yeah, that's him all right, isn't it?

And they've found the lorry, it's there.

Good, ta.

I've also been on to C4 about the other guy.

It's all down there, he's got form all right.

Let's have a look.

But this bloke, according to Dutch police, no fall.

Were his dabs sent there?

Yeah.

Were the people in the cafe

sure it was the Dutch man shooter?

Sure as they'll ever be.

And both cars were stolen, no dabs.

Well keep chasing that egg.

Okay gov.

Okay, thanks.

Right, let's have a look at sleeping beauty.

Yes.

Don Sharples.

Two previous convictions for extortion,

and a three and a half for GBH and robbery with violence.

Don Sharples.

He nutted me once about seven years ago,

I've still got the bump.

Okay, ta.

[Norman groaning]

Hold on, Norm.

You'll be all right.

They've got all kinds of machines now.

Replacements and things like that, you'll be all right.

You see if you won't, son.

I'm telling you, we can't take the drop tomorrow.

No, the weather's too shakey.

Look, I assure you, everything is okay.

I will call again tomorrow at the same time, okay?

Mick.

If we don't find that load, we're dead.

[Norman groaning]

Scarper!

No, I'm gonna stay with you.

I'm all right now, leg it!

Nurse!

From these tire tracks, I would have said

the change over lorry could have taken

a lot more than half a load.

Maybe someone was too badly hurt.

I want a sample of the cigars for the flier.

Governor!

It's Tom.

Yes Tom?

[Tom] Geezer with a fresh bullet wound,

is down in Hammersmith Hospital.

Been identified, description matches

one of the guys in the cafe,

and he may still be able to talk.

Check it out.

What about the finger prints from the Dutch?

[Tom] Tomorrow evening, they said.

I thought we were the inefficient cripples of Europe.

What about Sharples?

[Tom] Nothing.

Stepney CID thinks he stayed

in digs somewhere in King's Cross.

The local nick have never heard of him.

Okay.

And tell those Dutchmen to get their fingers out.

-Right you are. -Here, aren't these

the cigars that that bird

with the wet T-shirt uses on telly?

I love those adverts.

You remember the ones where she's standing

under the waterfall, with no bra on,

and she starts running towards you in slow motion.

Bobbling about. [Grunts]

Mind you, my mum hates them.

Said she's going to write to Mary Whitehouse about it.

Come on.

Hospital.

[machine beeping]

[woman crying]

[upbeat pub music]

The old bill wouldn't let them say

it was Norman Charles unless it really was now, would they?

[Jeff] You know a lot, don't ya?

Yes.

Do you recognize that by any chance?

It's Don's.

It's Don Sharples', init?

That's right.

Now we're looking for the last

of The Three Musketeers, and a little birdy

has told us that you might know him.

Now we're in a position to be of considerable help to him,

considerable help.

Am I making myself quite clear?

Who uh- Who are ya?

You know who we are.

I'll see what I can do.

That's a good lad.

Jeff, isn't it?

Make it fast, Jeff.

We're in a position to help you too, if we have to.

Hi Jeff.

Hello Keith.

Well I'm here, what do you want?

[Jeff] Have you seen this?

Well of course I've seen it.

Now listen, you know nothing, right?

If the old bill comes nosing round,

you don't say a thing.

I'm gonna get some cigarettes.

I'll see you in a bit.

Hello Keith.

The sergeant and I would like to ask you a few questions.

What about friends?

Acquaintances?

People he went with?

Norman wouldn't want to get anyone into trouble.

No, no, no, of course not.

You just take your time.

Excuse me, governor.

His grandad made that key.

He was a locksmith.

He was well known.

He made a key for the Prince of Wales.

[Woman] Dr West, please, Dr West, please.

What does it open, love?

The yard shed.

Your backyard?

No, our yard.

My Ernest, he was a builder.

Your husband?

Norman's going to sell the yard.

But he. [crying]

The baby, which one is it?

Which one is what?

What're you talking about?

How does he know?

The driver knew the markings.

Is this the whole load?

You ain't the law, where's your cards?

We don't carry cards.

We're special branch.

Yeah?

Special like Saturday night.

[Keith] What are you doing?

No!

No, don't!

-[gunshot firing] -[Keith groaning]

[gunshot firing]

[tire squeaking]

Blimey.

What do they keep in here, elephants?

Either that or they left in a hurry.

They aren't.

Governor.

Still warm.

What do you recon, a fight over the split?

Well at least we know where the rest of the load is.

Gov?

Yeah.

Looks like it.

That's the lot then.

Good.

Have some of this.

That's better.

Is that safe?

It is until we get ourselves sorted out.

I wonder what time it is over there now.

6:15, is it?

Is it an hours difference?

Yes, I think it is.

Hey, uh use this.

Make sure that bloody thing doesn't come open.

Sure Mick.

Hey!

Come on over here, hey!

You lazy old bugger.

Take this rubbish out to the bin.

This place is looking like a bloody pigsty.

Yes, Finbar.

Now I shouldn't have to tell you, should I?

No, Finbar.

[both laughing]

[typing]

Gov.

I've checked it, the entire load's complete

except for one case.

How many cigars is that?

One case is 50 boxes.

50 cigars a box is two and a half thousand cigars.

[Carter] Yeah okay.

[In Distance] Yeah, cheers Dave.

Well this time, check the weight

of the whole load against the weigh bill at customs.

Right.

Yeah, right.

Okay thanks love.

Ta mate.

Confirmation.

Those prints are Keith Wilson's.

One case.

I don't get it.

Maybe they heard us coming,

and legged it before they could take anymore.

Yeah, but those cases weren't stacked up, were they?

They were scattered about, ripped open.

Only some of 'em.

That could have happened in the struggle

before Wilson got shot.

Why top a bloke for a few lousy smokes?

[Regan laughing]

It's ridiculous, isn't it?

I stopped smoking, and spend the whole

of my waking life looking for cigars.

Well at least you cut it down a bit.

We were looking for half a million.

At least you got it down to a few thousand,

it's not bad going, is it?

Here, put the kettle on, Tom.

Do you think Mave's gone to look for a new piano?

Why don't you just take 'em down

in a couple of suitcases?

Suitcases look too suspicious

coming out of here, pianos don't.

[gentle chimes]

Ta.

You just don't see it, do you?

What?

Well, it's a coincidence, has to be.

Look, I know you think I'm out of my tree,

but well that dream.

I've just remembered something else.

Look love, everyone has nightmares.

You were trapped in a narrow place,

and there was this huge thing bearing down on you,

to crush you to death.

Sounds like the barmaid at my local.

Did it have a blue hair rinse

and look like George the third?

Don't condescend.

It's part of a pattern.

Lemongrass?

Hm?

Yeah.

Don't you like it?

No, no, it's very nice.

It's uh. It's just, I think it's working.

[Jane laughing]

Yeah?

Yeah, I've got that.

Thanks a lot.

Yeah, ta-ra.

Kilburn CID.

There's a geezer called Hay,

he's been knocking out cigars in a pub

called the Duke of York in Kilburn.

Let's get down there.

Could do with a pint.

The offices are open, do you know that?

Cheers.

Four, five, that's a great price.

That's him.

Dozens of 'em.

Shall we pull him?

Probably give us a pull.

Would you be wanting some cigars?

You what?

Pound for five.

Real Havana.

Better than that rubbish he's smoking.

Five for a quid?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Would you be wanting a few?

All right, I'll have 'em.

How many you got?

How many do you want?

How many you got?

What's up?

This place is usually crawling

with the spicy branch, the IRA, you know.

But I can smell 'em a mile away.

Out the back.

All right Paddy, what's your name?

Where did you get these?

What, what?

My name, my name, my name, Tony Hay, Tony Hay's my name,

Tony, but mind you, I didn't steal 'em.

No, I didn't steal 'em, because you see

this place where I work, there was this rubbish,

I was throwing this rubbish out here--

Tony Hay!

You are about to sit the final examination

for the Chinese civil service.

[Stammers] What?

They had only one question and no time limit.

Tell me all you know.

Can I help you?

No, no thanks, just looking around.

You in the trade?

Yeah.

We haven't got very much in at the moment, I'm afraid.

Yeah, I can see that.

Good time.

I'm afraid that's not for sale.

Your keys are jammed.

I said, it's not for sale.

[Man] There's an office in here, mate.

Yeah, all right.

Sorry.

I didn't see a lot--

Hey, keep the heat in!

Yeah, sorry.

There's a piano in there, and it's nailed down.

Anyone inside it?

Doesn't work either, so why would anyone

nail down a piano, hey?

Well, if they're sending it to be repaired.

No, you're right.

What's this governor?

Oi!

Oi, hold up!

Stop!

Hey, you bleeding idiot.

Oi!

[clattering]

[dog barking]

You stupid bastard!

Can you hear us shouting?

What's going on?

What's he doing on my van?

You what?

Look, he knew we were behind him.

How the hell could he see you?

His mirror's broke.

Oh is it?

-All right, all right. -What the hell

were you doing down the alley anyway?

I was taking a leak, Shamus.

And the next time I see your face,

I'll do it on that.

Come on.

Those bastards tried to kill us.

Nah.

What?

Nah, we just got the rush yellow card, that's all.

Two blokes trying to stop that juggernaut in the cafe.

Yeah, one big, one small, right.

Well at least they didn't think we were old bill.

Even a Mick with a grudge isn't going

to try knocking off a copper, right?

Yeah, unless they had something

worse to hide, or were scared.

So we steam in with a warrant?

We don't know what we're looking for, do we?

Don't forget, that old tea leaf Hay

probably accounts for the rest of the cigars.

So what do we do then?

Do you believe in dreams, George?

Sorry?

Maybe they'll leave a window open tonight.

Oh, we can just pop in and see if--

See if there's been a burglary.

With your mind, you should have been a criminal.

[Haskins] Has Sergeant Carter gone home too?

[Operator] Yes sir, call him?

[Haskins] No, no, no, no, leave it.

Give me C11, will you?

[Operator] Yes sir.

[Haskins] Yes, thank you.

[Duty Officer] Duty Officer.

Oh hello, Haskins, Flying Squad.

Couple of names for you.

[Duty Officer] Yes sir.

Farrell, Michael.

Flynn, Sean.

Used furniture shop in Kentish Town.

[Duty Officer] Full check, sir?

Yes, anything you've got.

[Duty Officer] Right away, sir.

Thank you.

[tense music]

Up here.

Oh!

[cat meowing]

[chair rattling]

Good job.

Here it is.

How're we gonna get into this?

Hold on, my mom had one like this.

I can open it.

[clattering]

What's that, H?

No, it's not heroin.

I recon it's cocaine.

At this stage, who cares, Jack?

We just go in full blast and grab 'em with the stuff.

Just make sure everybody's tooled up,

there's been enough blood split on this one already.

Hang about, gov.

These two fellas could be just the tip of the iceberg.

A major international drug ring.

Farrell and Flynn.

I suppose the obvious has occurred to you?

I've got an Irish grandmother.

And we do know you're a terrorist, Jack.

Look gov, I've been playing hunches

on this case, I admit, but so far they've worked out,

and the IRA don't push drugs.

Everybody knows that.

All right.

But when you get off your hunches,

let's hope your joints don't creak.

You know gov, for you, that's not bad.

[engine rumbling]

[stairs creaking]

That's sold.

That's the one I have in mind for you.

Got it.

[radio whirring]

It works.

[radio whirring]

[radio whirring rapidly]

[Man] Gray, your da wants ya!

[radio whirring]

That's the stand.

You've got the clock.

There's your commode.

Come into the office and I'll give you a receipt.

[radio whirring]

Do you know Castle Street changes

it's name five times before it gets to the ring road?

Do you still cough a lot in the mornings?

Nah.

Oh.

[radio whirring]

Hello, RDF from Oscar 24.

Think we're on the move.

Give us position fixes as soon as you've got 'em.

[Radio] Roger.

Standing by.

[tense music]

Gov.

There's a van, blue and silver.

They're loading something.

I'm on the blind side and I can't see

what it is, but it needs three of 'em.

Well then, see ya.

Van's starting, it's on it's way now.

Okay, Tom.

[radio whirring]

There it is.

[tense horns]

I'll be with you in a minute.

Okay.

[Radio] Should be half way down Talport Street.

Yeah, just checking.

We can still see 'em.

You're right, it works.

Gov.

Tom.

[radio whirring]

Yes, Tom.

The old lady's still in there locked up,

but she's not wearing her earpiece anymore.

Buggered.

The wonders of science.

All right Tom, we're on our way.

Laurel, shouldn't you get it back?

Bearing in mind you nicked it

from C7 in the first place.

Hold on governor.

[radio whirring rapidly]

Here you go.

Back to the drawing board.

He's designing one of these of his own.

To his plans.

Those two men, Flynn and Farrell,

yes they do have criminal records

with the Irish Republic, but well,

they are emphatically not connected

with any known political group.

Emphatically?

Why emphatically?

Frank, I can only tell you

what I think you need to know.

You know Steve, sometimes I think special branch

are in a totally different police force.

Two years ago they were both thrown out of the IRA.

It seems they had ideas that were too wild,

even for the provost.

They were liabilities, I suppose.

Fanatics.

How do we know this?

Well Farrell, he's the real lunatic.

He was accused by the provost of absconding

with some of their funds.

I.e. bank loot.

And donations from little old ladies in Moston.

Why are they still alive?

Well, it's rumored there's a contract out on them.

That's not just a craft IRA cover story.

Frank.

I've already broke the rules.

Look, two of my best men are at risk on this,

and I'm not going to be fobbed off

with any special branch, need to know, rubbish.

If there is anymore information about

those two that is necessary for my men to know

in order to do their job properly and safely,

I will damn well have to be told!

The present street value of what

those mixer's sitting on is a million quid.

Now there are at least two dealers

who will put it up in used notes at two hours notice.

I was personally offered 10% just to make the connection.

[phone ringing]

God bless you.

The next time someone says "Stick is up your left nostril",

your eyes really will water.

Keep saying we're in the wrong game.

Regan.

Jack, I asked you to chase up a lorry load of cigars.

You recovered the lot in no time at all.

You also turned up a load of heavy drugs.

And in all probability, you solved

a cluster of killings.

Now why not settle for that?

Let's get out while we're ahead, what do you say?

We got no clean dabs in that builder's yard, governor.

We still haven't cracked that stock fiddle

where they brought in the extra weight on the lorry.

Wasn't even listed.

They could get away with a million quids worth of snow.

Frank, we got the most sophisticated

listening tech all C7 have developed,

standing by to follow that piano

to John o' Groats, if necessary.

You said that before.

Jack.

What's going on?

Couldn't sleep.

What's this?

Plain, ordinary tea.

No.

This.

Oh, it's just a doodle.

I told you, I couldn't sleep.

Looks like a child.

Horrible kid with glasses.

Yeah, it's me.

I had a repressed desire to murder my dad

and run away with my mother.

Hmm well, if those are Bristols,

I think it's your blue rinsed barmaid.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

[Tom] Gov?

It's Tom.

They're moving the Joanna.

I'm on my way.

[Radio] Just coming up to the Northwood turn off.

Thanks.

Do you want one of these, gov?

No.

[Radio] They're off the main road.

They've taken the B road towards Norfolk.

[engine rumbling]

[tires skidding]

They've turned west again.

Must be a small track or a field.

It's not marked on the map.

In a field?

[Radio] Hello?

They're stopping.

Must be a meet.

[radio whirring]

[gentle suspenseful music]

By God, you've grown an inch taller in a week, huh?

Be glad you're having the sister Mick, huh.

They make you feel inferior.

Is your mom at home then?

Aye, she's inside cooking a feast.

We've a lot of work to do before we can have that.

Come on.

Right, radio silence, they might have a tuner.

Get to a phone, Bill.

Put the squad on standby, but no one moves

into the area 'til I give the word, right?

Oh and get some cigarettes, Bill.

[Bill] Right.

Why not call the boys out straight away?

Nah. Suss it out first.

Don't want anything going off at half cock.

That's their position, sir.

Mr Regan said he would give the word.

Yeah, right, thanks Daniels.

On the A15.

Well?

An inquiry was made three months ago

to the United States, to the manufacturer

of an automatic sighting rifle in Utah.

It's the most advanced thing of it's kind in the world.

It operates by lazerbeam.

Several of these rifles have

gone missing from their factory.

What sort of inquiry?

Oh just specifications, type of ammo,

how the lazerbeam works.

The usual sort of thing from a would-be purchaser.

The inquirer claimed that he was

the editor of a rifle club magazine here in England.

So?

The address.

It was the same as that second hand furniture business.

I think the great silver bird, he comes, senior.

I think you're right.

Gringo.

Now any terrorist group's going

to give it's high teeth to get it's hands

on a rifle with a lazer sight.

All the more reason to check it out seriously.

Look, your furniture boys

didn't seem to be in that league.

That's a tower of money in used fivers.

Yeah, but not in white gold.

How many of these things did the American

factory report missing?

Five.

Means there'll be more of 'em to handle.

Two crew at most.

It's not going to be a jumbo coming in here, is it?

No.

I want 12 men fully armed and five cars

outside the front now.

I want tear gas, masks, walkie talkies,

loud halers, full ambulance facilities, the lot.

Here you go.

There's ham.

Ta.

Or there's ham.

I'll have ham then.

Ta.

Governor.

[Regan] Here we go.

I wish she'd stop tinkling that thing.

Well at least we know they've taken the stuff out of it.

[Carter] That could be it, couldn't it?

[airplane whirring]

Just the one pilot.

[Carter] Makes three fellas and the girl.

You take the fellas, I'll take the girl.

Cheers.

What's that?

I don't know.

[Carter] So what happened to the cocaine?

[Regan] Could be a swap.

[Carter] What now?

[Regan] What do you think?

[Carter] Well the message was for us

to wait until the cavalry gets here.

[Regan] Well they could be away by then, George.

[Carter] You're the governor, I suppose.

That's right.

They've making for the barn.

Come on.

It's all there.

All right?

Wow!

What a beauty.

Fun to see them, huh?

Wait 'til the boys see it.

What a beauty.

That's a boy.

Now then.

Oh look at that.

God, I hope it fits.

Now, let's see what she can do.

Right, give it a ray.

Hold it!

Police!

Now put that down.

Very gently.

Okay fellas, all right, all right.

Don't panic now, don't panic.

Governor!

Jack?

Are you all right?

I'm half blind.

What is that thing?

I don't know.

Where's the pilot?

I don't know.

[engine rumbling]

Murderers!!

You killed my brother!

Hold on, love!

Put that down!

Don't be silly love, put it down.

Nobody wants to hurt you.

Now just put the gun down.

[gunshots firing]

[woman screaming]

Governor!

[sirens wailing]

My retinas are okay, I've just

got to keep the bandages on for a bit.

That's good news, init?

Governor.

Oh cheers, George.

You may not have heard.

The pilot was forced down.

Organized crime in America had the guns.

They exchanged them for cocaine.

Yeah, straight swap.

Those two nutters were going to use

the rifles to buy their way back into the IRA.

Would have been a disaster.

You don't have to tell him, do you?

You got a fag, George?

Yeah, of course.

Smoking in bed is dangerous.

Yes, I know love, I know.

Everything he does in bed is dangerous.

Not half as dangerous as what she does.

[both laughing]

Get your laughing gear round that.

I can't taste it.

Resync And Corrections By Chuck

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