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Previously on Vegas...
You're never gonna
see my daughter again.

(electricity crackling)

Hell, you'll never see
the outside of this house again.

(grunts)

Put the gun down.

(gunshot)

(band playing jazz music)

* There may be trouble ahead

* But while there's moonlight
and music *

* And love and romance

* Let's face the music
and dance *

* Before the fiddlers
have fled *

* Before they ask us
to pay the bill *

* And while we still
have the chance *

* Face the music and dance

Kid's gonna be a star.

No doubt about it.

Fans seem to like him.

Real smart, getting in
on the ground floor

with Nicky Fontaine.

But then, it's just one of
the many smart moves

you've made since
taking charge here, Mr. Savino.

Thanks.

Tommy Stone. Work
over at the Hacienda.

We all have to make a living.

(chuckles)

Yeah, my friends in Hollywood

tell me once Fontaine's record
comes out in a couple weeks,

his booking fees
are gonna quadruple.

But you knew that,

I'm sure.

Right, sure.

(clicks tongue)

Like I said,
kid's gonna be a star.

Remind me to call Richman.

Want to get this Fontaine
kid on a contract.

Lock him up for the next year
at his current salary.

You got it.

* Soon we'll be
without the moon *

* Humming a different tune

* And then...

*

Val coming till Las Vegas.

(Swedish accent):
Welcome into Las Vegas.

How do you say, uh,
"What's your room number?"

(chuckles)

MAN (over radio):
Attention all units.

We got a 411, black Thunderbird
heading east on Fremont.

Repeat: Stolen vehicle.
(tires screeching)

Black T-bird
heading east on Fremont.

Adios, ladies.

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

Get your hands
where I can see them!

Pete?

Dixon?

Straight-A student,
star ballplayer.

What happened to you, man?

Just like, one day,
you just disappeared.

You remember my girlfriend?

Shelly Pruitt, sure.

Yeah, Shelly got knocked up.

So, we got married,
I got a job.

Auto mechanic, just like my dad.

But our little girl, Geena,

she's, uh...
well, she's six now.

So, what the hell you doing
messing around,

stealing cars for?

I need the money.

Shelly and me, we're...

we're not
doing so good.

Am I gonna have to do
time for this, Dixon?

B-Because I can't.

Not-not with everything I got
going on right now.

Well, let me ask you this:

you do this on your own?

Well, no.

I didn't think so.

Had a lot of recent
auto thefts around town.

Maybe you know someone
who's behind them.

Yeah, that guy I
boosted the T-bird for,

he's part of a ring that
strips hot cars for parts

and sells them in L.A.

I want the whole ring.

Well, look, uh, car club meets
tomorrow night

out on Vegas Valley Drive
for a drag race.

That guy will be there.

Okay.

But this
better be for real, Pete.

MIA: Come on in.
The door's open.

Promise not
to judge me.

The place is
still a mess,

but you have to
envision its potential.

Maybe we should start
in the bedroom.

Mia...

What's wrong, Jack?

I have some bad news.

It's about your father.

He's gone.

What-what happened?

Who did it?

Who did it?!

I don't know.

I heard the news
on the police radio.

Came straight here.

(sobs)

Oh, my God.

Oh, God!

(sobbing)

We need to talk.

Deputy.
You set me up.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You knew Rizzo
would come after me.

Hell, you even told me
to keep my head on a swivel.

All so I could do
your dirty work.

Whoa, slow down there, cowboy.

If you got into it with Rizzo,

maybe it was 'cause you were
sleeping with his daughter.

You told him that
I turned Mia into a rat.

And we both know
that's not true.

But if anybody gets that idea,
if anything happens to her...

Tell it to the sheriff.

Though if you were gonna
tell your brother the truth,

you'd be with him right now,
wouldn't you?

Don't pretend to know
what I'm thinking, Savino.

That's no poker
face, Jack.

It's clear as day that Mia's

the most important thing
in your world.

But you know what's
really gonna hurt her?

Finding out that her boyfriend
killed her daddy.

That's why my money says
you're not gonna tell her,

or anyone,

what really happened
to Johnny Rizzo.

Jack,

I'd say we both
have an interest

in keeping our mouths shut.

ROBERTS: We've I.D.'d the woman
with Rizzo as Myrna Callum.

She owns the place.

Well, well, well.

Got a single gunshot to the gut.

Got what looks to be
a stab wound to the neck.

Missed the carotid artery,
but... that must've hurt.

She was shot, once in the back,

and she has a cut on her palm.

I'm guessing that's his gun.

Looks like
she stabbed him

with a shard of glass from
this broken coffee table.

Then she runs,
he shoots her in the back.

We're still a gunshot short.

Looks like somebody was
tied up here.

You want to check her wrists
for rope burns?

Nope, nothing here.

Then we got a party for three.

Uh, heard on the radio,
came straight here.

We got two down.

We got a third
man on the run,

and it's probably the one
that shot Rizzo.

You want to check outside,
see if he left anything behind?

CERVELLI:
That's some sandwich there.

This is Rizzo's cut of
the bookmaking racket.

Tell Tuna he's gonna
get everything

Rizzo had on the street,
plus his regular skim.

I want Chicago to know that
we're more than capable

of handling
things out here.

I got to be honest
with you, Vince,

if I was to put money on it,

I would've bet on Rizzo,
not the cowboy.

The plan worked.

What about Mia?
What about her?

She ever finds out
what happened...

How's she gonna
find out?

Don't worry about her.
I'll handle Mia.

The deputies are still searching
the scrub brush and the road.

So far,
no sign of the second gun.

Cattle prod.

RALPH: This plus
the ropes means

whoever was sitting in
that chair was tortured.

Myrna stabs Rizzo,
tries to help the guy

being tortured,
and gets shot for her troubles.

And then the third man,
he gets free.

He shoots Rizzo.

It all fits.

Just, who is it?

My money is on Vincent Savino.

Why would Rizzo
want to torture Savino?

Maybe Rizzo found out
that I had an informant

in the organization. Could be
he thought it was Savino.

That's possible.

That Myrna Callum
over there,

she's a heroin user.

And who knows what kind
of weird crap

she and Rizzo were into.

Mia Rizzo might know.

Mia's got nothing to do
with this.

I never said
she did.

RALPH: But Katherine's
right, Jack.

We have to question Mia
about this.

Then I want to be there.

No.

I think it's better
if you're not.

You ought to
be the one to

tell her
about her father, though.

I already have.

I thought you said
you just came right here.

After I went there.

'Cause once it came out

on the police radio,
I couldn't let her

hear about it on the news.

Hmm. Must have been hard.

Yeah, it was.

Her name is Myrna Callum.

You ever hear
your father mention her?

MIA:
No.

Did she kill him?

That's not real clear.

She was also found
dead at the scene.

She has a long list of priors,
narcotics charges mostly.

Is that the sort of thing

that you ever knew your father
to be involved with?

Narcotics?

No. Never.

Prostitution?

Not to my knowledge.
KATHERINE:
Miss Rizzo,

I am so very sorry
for your loss.

I can only imagine how difficult

this must be for you.

(whispers):
Thank you.

It's been a long night.

If there are
no more questions...

Just one.

Were you aware of any problems
between your father

and Vincent Savino?

No.

Do you think Savino
had anything to do

with your father's death?

I don't know. Do you?

KATHERINE:
Well, he certainly

had something to gain from it.

By some accounts,

their relationship
was contentious.

Perhaps this
was Savino's

way of removing
an obstacle to his ambitions.

Do you have any evidence

that Vincent was involved?
I'm afraid I'm not

at liberty
to discuss that.

Then you do have something.

I'm not at liberty to say.

Thank you for coming in,
Miss Rizzo.

Come on, I'll take you home.

Do you think Vincent Savino
was behind my father's death?

I, uh...
I don't know.

Katherine O'Connell
seems to think so.

What did she say, exactly?

That she wasn't at liberty
to discuss it.

Do you know what she has on him?

No.

Breakfast?

Well...

(chuckles)

Thank you.

Thank you
very much.

Mmm.

But we're still not dropping

the charges
on your friend Pete.

I got a plan.

I'll go undercover
as a shady guy

from the wrong
side of town.

Pete can introduce me as
a mechanic who wants in.

You? A mechanic?

The main guy's running car parts
from here to California.

I have a chance to bust a
interstate crime ring wide open.

All right. Hold this.

Show me the
fuel line.

(clears throat)

How 'bout
the carburetor?

Alternator? Hmm?

You can't even change the oil,
can you?

I-I can name every part
on a horse.

Mm.

All I got to do is drive.

I want to give Pete the chance

to do the right
thing here.

Terrible news
about your father.

Terrible.

Are you all right?

I'm holding up.

If there's anything I can do,
anything at all...

There's nothing anyone can do.

I know how much you loved him.

Look, I...

I don't know if this
is right time, but...

I want you to come back
and work at the Savoy.

When you're ready,
your job is waiting.

If there's anything
you need at all,

you call me.

I feel very lucky to have such
a good friend in you, Vincent.

Well...

Hey, there he is!
Nicky Fontaine!

Hi-ya, Mr. Savino.

How you
doin', kid?

Why don't we go inside,
pop a bottle of champagne,

celebrate your
new contract?

Well... actually,
I have to run.
Oh, no, where you going?

I'm sorry, Mr. Savino.
Didn't the lawyer

get in touch with you
about your new contract?

The thing is, I already
signed another contract.

Just last night.

I'm gonna be
down the street

singing at
the Hacienda.

The Hacienda? That dump?

They couldn't possibly pay you
what we do.

They're paying more.

The entertainment
director there

says he's a big fan
of yours, though.

Tommy Stone. You know
him? I'm sure he'd be

willing to comp you a
couple seats if you want

to see my
new show.
You think?

Oh, good, Jack.
You're here.

We need your
fingerprints

for the Rizzo case,
to send to the FBI.

The FBI? Why?

We're taking prints of everyone
who was at the scene

to distinguish
between the deputies

and the third man.

Oh.

Thank you.

May not need help
from the Feds after all.

Why not?
I got a lead

on Myrna Callum's boyfriend.

Fella by the name
of Mike Netter.

He's got a long rap sheet

and the postman puts him
at the house

on the day of the murders.

You think he killed Rizzo?

I'm thinking
he and Myrna,

they try to rob Rizzo.

Things go south,
Rizzo killed Myrna,

and then Netter,
he killed Rizzo.

KATHERINE: That's an
interesting theory,

but we're still bringing the FBI
in on this.

Hey, hot rod!

Anything I teach you about
engines this morning sink in?

Oh, yeah.

Think you can fake
your way through it?

I think I can manage.

All right. You be careful
tonight at Pete's race.

Yes, sir.
Mm.

You want to help me
hunt him down?

Ah, I got some paperwork to do.

Suit yourself.

* You shake my nerves
and you rattle my brain *

* Too much love drives
a man insane *

* You broke my will

* Oh, what a thrill

* Goodness gracious,
great balls of fire *

* I learned to love
all of Hollywood's money *

* You came along...

Pete!
Hey, Dixon.

What do you think?

Wish I wasn't
working.

I'm talking
about my car.

Oh. Yeah.

It's real nice.

So where's the guy?

Ah, I don't see him yet.

Trust me, he's always here for

the final heats.

It's my time to race.

Hey. What do you
mean, race?

I thought it might look
suspicious if I didn't.

All right.

Go on.

(thunder rumbling)

Hey, Dixon.

Thanks.

For taking a chance on me.

Good luck out there.

(engines revving,
crowd cheering)

Go!

(tires screeching)

(gears clanking,
tires screeching)

Is that Myrna Callum's boyfriend
in there?

Found him late last night.

He was all hopped up on dope,
talking nonsense.

He should be coming
down by now.

KATHERINE:
Mike Netter. He's got

priors on robbery, assault,
drug possession,

and an outstanding
warrant

on a parole
violation.

We sure he was at that house

the night of the murders?

Let's find out.

I didn't kill anybody!

Mike.

With your priors,
I have enough to

convince a jury,
so unless you have

a really good
story to tell me,

I'm leaving.

Whatever happened,

I had nothing
to do with it.

Rizzo was paying Myrna

to lure some other guy
out to her place.

Some kind
of ambush.

Who was the guy?

I don't know.

I was just there to make sure

Myrna got the money
Rizzo promised.

But then he stuck
a gun in my face, so I left.

Did you see anybody
else around?

No.

Nobody.
No?

At least, not then.

KATHERINE:
What do you mean?

Few hours later,

I came back.

Saw a truck driving away
from Myrna's place.

KATHERINE: Did you see
who was driving the truck?

All I could see was
a white truck.

And then what?

I went inside.

I saw the... bodies.

And then I got the hell
out of there.

I knew if I stuck around,
you'd try to pin it

on me, which is what you're
trying to do now!

You been practicing this act
in front of a mirror?

It wasn't me!
I'm telling you!

The guy you're looking for

was behind the wheel
of that white truck.

So what do you think?

I think you
ask this guy

the same questions tomorrow,
you get a different answer.

Well, he ain't going nowhere.
We're gonna get our chance.

Anyway,
I don't see him

getting the drop on Rizzo.

I agree, he's not
the third man.

Oh, come on.
You believe his story?

I still like Savino
for this one.

Mm.

Jack, why don't you
get some deputies,

and canvass the area
around that house.

See if you can get another
pair of eyes on that truck.

DIXON: Just got off the
phone with the hospital.

Pete's out of surgery.

Doctor said he's gonna
pull through.

That's good news.
Yeah.

That crash last night...

I can't help thinking if it was
something more than an accident.

I mean, Pete starts
cooperating with the law,

and then all of a sudden
his car spins out?

I'm gonna head over to
the garage where he works

and see if he told someone
over there what he was up to.

Hold on. I'll go with you.

I can handle it.

I didn't say
you couldn't.

Find the driver of
that white truck.

(rock music playing faintly)

* Come on and get me, baby,
don't say maybe *

* Come on, squeeze me,
tease me *

* Try to please me
'cause I love you, little baby *

Excuse me, miss.

We're looking for Eddie.

He's just over there.

Hey, there.

Hi.

Go ahead, I'll be...
I'll be along.

What's your name?

You Eddie?

Yeah.

Deputy Dixon Lamb,
I'm a friend of Pete's.

Hey.
(grunts)

I, uh, called the hospital
an hour ago-- any news?

Nothing's changed
as far as I know.

This is Pete's car.
Yeah.

I had it towed back
here after the crash.

It seem strange
to you how it

just veered out of
control last night?

Yeah, it sure did, and, uh,

look what I found.

Somebody bored holes into the
bolts of the steering column.

The tip of
an eighth-inch drill bit

broke off; once you hit
seven, 8,000 RPM...

Bolts sheared,

steering went out, right?

Yes, sir.

Well, any idea

who'd want
to kill him?

Well, Pete's good people.

I hired him a year ago,
never had a problem.

Now, Pete was telling me...
About what a great job

he thinks this is.

It's good to see
the feeling's mutual.

Hey, if you hear anything,
will you give us a call?

Yes, sir.
Appreciate it.

All right.
Have a good day.

What was that about?

I was about to ask him
about the stolen car ring.

Come here, come here.

Pete told you that
the car thieves

are all
mechanics, right?

Yeah.
Well, take a look around.

This is

the stolen car ring.

So, what do you want to do?

Well, Vera over there, uh...

...she gave me a number.

You know, some of us are
trying to work here.

That's not
her number.

She says that Pete
and the other mechanics,

they disappear for hours,

and that's the number
that she calls them

when things get busy
around here.

Good work.

Well, thank you.

That's her number.

See ya.

I brought you lunch.

Thank you, but I'm not hungry.

Well, you got
to eat something.

It's your
favorite, too.

Double cheeseburger
and vanilla malted.

Any news in the investigation?

Couple of leads,
but nothing much yet.

Listen, uh...

I know it's hard, but you got
to try not to think about it.

It's all I think about.

The last time I saw my father...

we had a fight.

I said

some horrible things.

Things I wanted to say

for a long, long time.

There are a lot of things
we'd do differently.

All of us.

If we could.

Savino came by yesterday.

Offered me
my old job back.

I'm thinking of taking him up
on the offer.

Mia...

I have to know

who killed my father.

And make him pay.

And if it's
Vincent Savino, then what

better way to find the truth
than if I stay close to him?

It's too dangerous.

Mia...

don't take the job.

Promise me.

CERVELLI: You want the good news
or the bad news?

Just spit it out,
Red, will you?

The bad news is the bosses
want us to double the skim.

You know, to ease their nerves
and keep us in line, I guess.

Madonn'.

All right, what's the good news?

As long as that sandwich is
coming in fat,

they're not gonna send anybody
to replace Rizzo.

That is good news.

I want to
question Savino.

What do you think-- he's gonna
just march in here and say,

"Oh, yeah, I did it"?

The longer we wait, the more
time he has to cover his tracks.

We've had him in here
how many times?

He talks a lot,
but he don't say much.

So unless you got some
kind of hard evidence,

some kind of
strong hand to play...

This time, I have a trump card.

DIXON:
Pop?

That phone number
you got from your,

um, new friend down
at the garage

is a shipping company

that went belly
up last year.

But I got the address.

Let's go.
(clears throat)

We'll talk about this.

Later.

Vincent Savino's office, please.

(tool clinks on floor)

(quiet thump)

I think we got a rabbit
in the undercarriage.

Come on out.

(grunts)

Hey there, Eddie.

(sighs)

We'll have the rest of
your father's things boxed up.

Decide to do with them
what you like.

Thank you.

Listen.

I know your father and I
didn't always see eye-to-eye,

but he had my respect.

That's nice of you to say.

And about your job offer,

I can't be your
count room manager anymore.

Take your time
to make that decision.

I don't need to.

Is there anything else I can say
to change your mind?

Depends on what you're
willing to give me.

With my dad out
of the picture,

you finally have
free reign in Vegas.

And expansion of the
Savoy can't be far off,

plus you'll be running
the Tumbleweed.

You don't miss much.

But freedom is
never free, is it?

I've spoken with
friends in Chicago.

I know that the
skim's been doubled,

which means you can't
afford any mistakes.

Vincent, I will run
your count room,

but I need a place
in the big picture.

I want to be head
of casino operations.

That's a big ask.

Not really.

You need someone
who you can trust.

Now more than ever.

You need me.

You got the job.

I can't think of
a better right hand.

Ow, ow, come on,
that's too tight, ow!

You hear a lying piece
of garbage say something?

No? Me neither.

Wait, Sheriff, would you
call your son off, please?

Why should I?
You tried to kill his friend.

I'm the one who told you
his car had been messed with.

Well, that's only 'cause we'd
have figured it out soon enough.

Now, you sabotaged Pete's car
because you knew

he was gonna turn you in
for running a stolen car ring.

Car parts ain't
worth killing over.

Besides, Pete was my friend.

With friends like you...

No wonder he got himself
into trouble.

He never wanted any part
of this operation.

Then a couple weeks ago,
he comes to me

and he said that he needed
to make a lot of money fast.

Something happen?
RALPH: What?

He's got gambling debts?

I don't know, I didn't ask.

I just put him to work.

You better hope
your story holds up.

I appreciate you coming down
on such short notice.

Johnny was always a friend.

Of course I'll do anything
I can to help.

The sheriff won't mind
if we use his office.

So... any suspects?

Any leads?

There's you.

(chuckles)

I should've known.

Whether you killed Johnny Rizzo

or you had somebody else
do it for you,

at this point, it almost
doesn't matter to me.

Then why am I here?

Rizzo's death
might have temporarily

shut the door
on my investigation

into your operations,
but I want you to know,

your day of reckoning--
it's still coming.

You want to save my soul,
Katherine?

I'm offering you
one last chance to repent.

Or what?

Or it gets back to Chicago

that your wife was my informant.

You do that, she might
as well be dead.

It's as if you pulled
the trigger yourself.

Maybe not so different
than the way you do things.

Just like in Chicago.

Cops here are just as dirty

as the crooks.
Anytime you want

to confess your sins,
you let me know, Mr. Savino.

You would make
my children orphans?

I don't think so.

You don't have the guts.

Hey, Cota.

What the hell is
going on-- no music?

Piano man quit
this afternoon.

He took a job down
at the Hacienda.

This kid Tommy's gone too far.

Invite him over here
for a little chat.

*

*

Find anything
on that white truck?

Nothing yet.

No shortage of pickups
in this county.

We're gonna get this guy.

There's only so many
white trucks in the world.

I, uh...

Ralph...

I, uh...

KATHERINE: Hey, I just got
the coroner's report.

We always figured the third man
used his own gun.

But the slug they found in Rizzo
matches the one in Myrna Callum.

Rizzo was killed
with his own gun.

That means we already have
the murder weapon.

The third man's
prints got to be on it.

Where's the gun now?

I already sent
it to the FBI.

The fingerprint package
will go out tomorrow.

Pete sunk all his money
into buying a house.

His papers I found
over there explain it all.

He was divorcing his wife
and seeking sole custody

of his daughter Geena.

That makes stealing cars
an even worse idea.

Best I can figure, he needed
the money to get the house

and prove to the judge he could
provide for his little girl.

Still, it's gonna take a lot
more than that for a man

to get a kid away
from his mother.

Maybe. But there ain't much

a mother won't do
to keep her child.

Shelly?

Been a long time.

I'm a good mother.

Who is Pete to say that I'm not,

that I don't care
for my little girl?

May not have to say it if the
judge could see this place.

The custody hearing was
yesterday, and Pete didn't show.

If Geena was
so important to him,

he shouldn't have
busted himself up racing cars.

Pete's car was
tampered with.

Which sure worked out for you.

I don't like
what you're suggesting.

Being married to a gearhead
like Pete,

you'd know exactly how to
mess with his car, wouldn't you?

He's the father
of my little girl.

I wouldn't do something
like that.

Where were you
before Pete's race?

Here.

Packing.
DIXON: You got anybody else

to confirm that besides
your new boyfriend out there?

No.

Where you headed?

California.

Got promised some work
on an oil rig

off the coast
of Santa Barbara.

Mm. California.

Yeah.

What happened, you didn't
have any luck around here?

Doing what?

Flipping cards,
mixing cocktails?

That ain't real work.

Huh. Shelly says
you been packing

for the last couple of days.

Well, that's what people do
before they move, Sheriff.

Guess you had
a pretty good feeling

about which way that hearing
was gonna go, huh?

Judges know that kids should be
with their mothers.

Or you knew that Pete
wasn't gonna show that day.

Oil rig.

Guess you like
drilling.

Got yourself a nice
electric drill here.

You mind if I borrow
your eighth-inch bit?

Sure thing, Sheriff.

I ain't got nothing to hide.

Stay here.

(groans)

Smart-ass.

Thanks for the help.

You bet.

Where are we going?

I'm taking you in
a private entrance.

Interesting choice
of meeting places, Mr. Savino.

It's a reflection
of who I'm meeting with.

I think you got me
all wrong.

You steal my performers,
and now I'm confused?

No, no, Mr. Savino, please,
you don't understand.

So, what, I'm stupid now?

No, no.

I think you're a genius.

I have the utmost
respect for you.

Then why are you insulting me?

Because sometimes a man
who has everything he wants

doesn't know what he needs.

You of all people know
what this city could be.

So do I. 15 years old,

I was working for Bugsy
at the Flamingo.

Followed him
to Hollywood,

got to know some people.

The kind of talent
that will shine here in Vegas.

But they won't shine
at the Hacienda.

Not like they will
at the Savoy stage.

Yet you take them from me.

Actually, the contracts are
under my company.

I loan them out
to the Hacienda.

Little trick
I learned in Tinseltown.

So, where I go, they play.

So if you're not around
any longer,

those contracts
are null and void.

It's a good thing

I've decided to keep you around.

I'm gonna make you
my entertainment director.

Yes, thank you.

Thank you. I've always
wanted to work for you.

I think we're gonna do
great things together.

Yes, we are.

(chuckles)

DIXON: Paul Dugget's been
arrested for attempted murder.

Shelly's been booked
as an accessory.

What about me?

Well, you did help us bring
down a stolen car ring.

RALPH:
I've asked the D.A.

to hold off on pursuing charges.

What happens to Geena?

(car door closes)

Come on in here,
sweetheart.

Daddy!

Hey! Oh!

Thank you.

*

Hey, Roberts,
where's that package

Miss O'Connell's sending
to the FBI?

Uh, it's right here.

She asked me to
ship it out today.

Something I forgot to add.

What the...?

Tom grab a towel
or something.

Hurry up!

All right, thanks.

Yeah.

*

I've taken the job with Savino.

We talked about this.

I have to.

The not knowing, it'll...

it'll eat me up.

Listen, if you're
under his roof,

I can't protect you.

It's too risky.

I know how to calculate risk.

I've made up my mind.

Don't trust anybody.

You're the only man I trust.

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