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( music playing )

Next up on ONYX TV

Live from South Beach!

What's happening?!

There's no question

this game's about to get sick!

( crowd cheering )

Because the heavyweight champion of the world

is about to rip, rip, rip up the house!

Let's do it up for Mr. 10-Large!

( rap music playing )

( gunshots playing in music )

What up, Miami?

You know what time it is?

It's 10-Large! The strong arm in the game!

Let's go!

* High-resolution

* High-definition

* Let the tape roll, make the whole world listen *

* Hold your position, don't go backwards *

* Front line, 10-Large still shinin' *

* Roust with your homies, but, boy, 10 still grindin' *

* Crush them other fools

* They just are silent

* Talkin' and lyin', bitchin' and cryin' *

* Gossip and hate, but ain't nobody buyin' *

* F-Thugg G, he ain't thug like me *

* He just a bookie

* A beat gang like a bookie

* The hook, line and sinker, the deep thinker *

* Ink a autobiography

* Beat it, Thugg, you bother me *

* Swing like a gorilla, fella

* You ain't a killa

10-Large!

* Make some noise!

( gunshots playing in music )

BODYGUARD: Get on back! Get off the stage!

Check the right!

Move!

Looks like they were going for the singer,

but they got the bodyguard instead.

Billy Rodman.

Shot three times.

One's a through-and-through.

Dispatch said there were two victims.

More if you count the guy's ego.

He's over there with his entourage.

Dwayne Jackman, aka 10-Large.

Shot in the shoulder.

You know rap?

No, but I know rap sheets,

and Dwayne has a criminal past.

He assures me that he's just fine.

Refuses treatment.

Interesting. Frank, witnesses?

What's left of the audience.

We're holding on to them,

but a couple dozen people fled the scene.

Flying bullets will tend to do that, won't they?

Is Mr. Large talking?

Not to the cops.

Okay, but the press is fine.

Yeah, no doubt this whole little incident

will push his release to #1.

#1 with a bullet.

* Yeah!

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* We don't get fooled again

* Don't get fooled again

* No, no!

Help you?

Is Mr. Large available for questioning?

( laughing )

No.

Okay, I noticed there's blood

on your jacket.

Busy afternoon.

TRIPP: Yeah, your client was shot.

Nice work.

He's alive.

Yeah, but your colleague isn't.

It's the job.

You do it right, sometimes that's what happens.

You got a license for that thing?

Of course. We all do.

So it shouldn't be a problem if I want to swab you for GSR?

Whatever.

TRIPP: Okay, over here please.

Excuse me.

We need to ask you a few questions.

Why don't we start with

who would take a shot at you, Dwayne?

Take a number. Get in line.

It's a rapper's life.

That's how it is, you know what I'm saying?

No beef, no game.

Okay, somebody should really take a look at that arm.

I'm still breathing.

But your bodyguard's not.

So why don't you tell me about that.

Hey, look.

I didn't need your help then,

I don't need it now.

That's going to change.

CALLEIGH: Got another casing.

It's a Glock .45.

You know what? All these bodyguards

were carrying nines.

You know what else?

These cones were very spread out.

Well, they probably got kicked around in all of the chaos.

I just don't think

they're going to give us a position on the shooter.

Probably not, but maybe the cameras will.

This was a live event, wasn't it?

( rap music playing )

( gunshots )

DELKO: Sounds like the killer used the song's gunfire as a cover.

You got anything wider?

Nope. Just two handhelds on the audience.

All right. Let's see one.

Well, she looks like she has a nice personality.

( three gunshots )

All right, let's see the other one.

Hang on, Don, can you freeze it?

DELKO: Look at the phone.

Cameras were banned from the concert.

Yeah, but camera phones weren't.

Don't you need a warrant or something?

Yeah, if you want it locked in evidence for three years.

Or you can give it to us for about three hours.

Your choice.

Okay, here.

But what am I supposed to do for three hours?

I don't know. Stop talking?

I dug these two bullets out of the bodyguard.

Here you go, Calleigh.

Pulled them out of his back.

.45 caliber. Just like my casings.

I'll page you if I find anything else, okay?

Great, thanks, Alexx.

You got all the pictures from the camera phones?

Yeah.

So, I think we should be talking to this guy.

His feud with 10-Large is on the cover.

Pimp Hop? Nah, it's too obvious.

Well, I mean, he made death threats, right?

Yeah, but...

He's just talking trash.

The business is all about the street.

Right. You've got to keep your pimp hands strong.

What about you? What do you got?

Nobody with a gun.

Picture quality is bad. Lot of gaps.

Take a look at that girl in the bikini.

DELKO: Kind of hard not to.

No, look at...

Look at this guy right here.

He's staring at the stage.

Exactly.

You're five feet from that and you're not going to look?

Yeah, you're right.

Let's get this over to Tripp,

see if we can figure out who this guy is.

HORATIO: Mr. Moran.

Thugg G.

You were at the concert this morning, weren't you?

Yeah, that's right. Large's rap is hot.

Should be. I wrote it.

You think Mr. Large stole your music?

I know he did, man. Come on.

That punk ass used to bite my worms all the time

when we was rolling together.

So this is about revenge?

Nah.

I went because I want him to see my mug

every time he spit that rap.

See, I like the version when he get shot at the end best.

Did you shoot him?

Look, I told you no, all right?

The song had gunfire in it.

The shooter used it for a cover.

Which means he knew this new song pretty well.

Look, detective. I told you.

I didn't cap nobody.

What about that .45 we found in your place? Is that just a coincidence?

It has the same caliber

that shot 10-Large and his bodyguard.

Yeah, that's right.

So if we test it, the bullets won't match?

That's what I said.

How'd you get your name?

Thugg G?

Yeah.

Well, yeah, you know, I did some major dope back in the day.

But that's in the past. You know what I'm saying?

I did my time.

Well, you're about to do some more.

I'm sure you're aware 10-Large

has a restraining order against you, Mr. G.

And you violated it.

Welcome home.

( rap music playing )

Got a new CD?

I was just getting in the mood.

No problem.

( turns music off ) Okay, the rounds that hit the bodyguard

didn't come from Thugg G's gun.

So I'm thinking,

two bullets, three casings, four wounds.

Okay.

Billy did have a through-and-through.

It may have been the one that hit 10-Large.

So that explains why he's still

walking around like bullets don't hurt.

Billy took the full brunt of the hit, didn't he?

We need that bullet from 10-Large's shoulder.

All the more reason to go and get it.

10-LARGE: All right, y'all check this out.

I just wrote this.

* Shift in reverse run a buck fifty *

* Trying to get a large enough bank to get Brittany *

* I'm-a do Brittany like Bobby did Whitney *

* Mess your whole life up, donate my kidneys *

* Wake up to vodka, crash with the whiskey *

* My name hold too much weight, you can't lift it *

Oh. Look.

Look, look.

Yo. Man did you see that right there?

Look at this.

You're spoiling my view, man.

Sorry about that,

but this is an awful lot of exposure out here, Dwayne.

Hey, listen.

I'm not worried about them dudes

trying to come back and get me.

Well, you should be.

Our shooter might not be satisfied.

What you want from me, cop?

I want to take a look at that bullet in your arm.

Give me a minute, man.

I don't care too much for doctors.

Or dead bodyguards, apparently.

Look, I already told you once I don't need your help.

I remember. You don't need my help.

That's right.

Okay, Dwayne. Suit yourself.

But I'll be back.

( scoffs )

Hey, Dwayne.

Dwayne!

( gunshots )

You ready to give me that bullet now, Dwayne?

( muffled banging )

( muffled banging )

( muffled banging )

( gasps )

( panting )

Okay, stay with me.

Oh, my God, where am I?

Stay with me, honey. Stay with me.

Hold on. Hold on, okay?

It's Alexx.

Are there any rescue units in the building?

I need a crew in the autopsy theater immediately.

I've got a live one here.

Dr. Woods?

My supervisor said you wanted to see me.

The accident victim you pronounced this morning,

Veronica Grant?

Yeah.

Yeah?

She just screamed her way out of this.

I followed standard operating procedure to the letter.

Obviously, very effective.

The victim was nonresponsive,

and there were no vital signs.

EKG?

It was broken.

I went manual-- stethoscope, then felt for a pulse.

Nothing.

I...

I don't know how I missed it.

Okay.

Two CSIs just went out to the scene.

They'll figure it out.

Is she going to be okay?

I hope so.

For her sake...

and yours.

Well, I see where our paramedics

messed up on the girl from the drawer.

60-degree groundwater rained down all on our victim.

Gave her hypothermia.

Yeah, mimics death.

Respiratory system, blood pressure bottoms out.

That's why he didn't get any vitals.

( indistinct radio transmission)

Got secondary paint transfer.

There's no other body damage.

Looks like this was the only vehicle involved.

( camera shutter clicking )

So Veronica must've hit the corner too fast,

lost control, slammed into the fire hydrant.

Paramedics cut our victim's shirt off.

Water didn't help our evidence.

Got blood on the dashboard.

The paramedics found her strapped in the driver's seat.

So how'd the blood get on the passenger's side?

Got a toenail.

It's polished.

Someone else was in the car with her.

( tires screeching )

No way.

We'd prefer you do this at the hospital.

( scoffs ): Listen,

nobody touches me but him. Period.

CAINE: Fair enough.

Thank you very much.

Damn.

Nice cakes.

Oh.

Charming.

So who's taking shots at you, Dwayne?

I dunno.

Thugg G-- he and me up for some paper.

Talk about I bit his rhymes.

I don't know what the hell you just said,

but we already know you have a TRO against Mr. G.

And because he was in our custody

during the drive-by, it can't be him.

How about this gentleman?

This punk can kiss my ass, straight up.

So you don't like him?

You think he'd try to kill you?

Pimp Hop?

He's stone-cold mystery.

That "rapper" don't pump no fear here.

You feel me?

Besides, he's in Japan

right now on tour.

That's the only place that can stand him anyway.

You know what, it's been fun,

but I'm done talking to the one-time.

A'ight?

For now.

Hey, Frank.

I see him.

Yo, yo.

Yeah, what's up, fool?

Be away for a while.

Start pickin' up soap, bitch.

Bust ass punk.

Speak up, chump.

You know you're rollin' on a stolen ride, bitch.

Knock it off! No, you're nothin'.

Knock it off! You're nothin'!

You a punk ass playa hater!

I will lay you down! Dwayne.

No, you keep talking, I'm-a drop you, homie!

Hey, Dwayne. Dwayne.

Take off right now.

Let's move, man.

The bullet in 10-Large matches the others,

including the one we collected from the drive-by.

So we're looking for only one shooter.

So with a through-and-through and 10-Large's injury,

we can go back to the crime scene

and do a reconstruction.

Okay, so according to the cell phone stills

and the footage we have, 10-Large was right here.

Will you be my bodyguard?

If I can call you "Whitney."

All right, so Billy

was about here, to the right and slightly behind 10-Large.

So if we work backwards,

the bullet ended up in Large's shoulder,

after the bullet exited Billy's abdomen.

Do you mind moving for one second, Frank?

Yeah.

The shooter must've had a backstage pass.

Security was pretty tight.

How'd he get a gun in?

I don't know, but this had to be his position.

( 10-Large rapping )

Calleigh, let's print all these panels.

He may have touched one of them.

I'll print every inch.

Okay.

Frank, do me a favor.

Go back to Billy's position.

Now, 10-Large

was bent down when he got shot, right?

So, how did Billy get shot?

You're right.

He would've been shot in the leg, if at all.

Right, because the shooter had a clear shot at 10-Large.

Why did he hit Billy?

( 10-Large rapping )

( gunshots playing in music )

( gunshots )

( people screaming )

Yo, yo! Get back! Get back!

Because he was aiming at Billy.

The rapper wasn't the target.

Right. The bodyguard was.

( squishing )

Hey, Eric. Hey, Al.

No ID on the victim.

But based on liver temp and vitreous fluid,

I put the time of death at approximately 9:00 a.m.

There was no blood flow around the impalement wound.

But there was around the other ones,

which is inconsistent

with her body position in the tree.

We all know blood doesn't flow up.

She was dead before she ejected from the car.

Four-inch puncture wounds.

Fatal blow hit the subclavian artery.

Lot of soft-tissue damage.

Died from exsanguination.

Okay, so we're not talking about a knife.

No. Atypical weapon.

Entry wounds appear to be curved.

Didn't find anything at the scene.

Well, I found some tissue under her fingernails.

I already sent samples to DNA.

That's great. Thanks, Alexx.

You're welcome, baby.

So you don't remember anything?

I remember jogging this morning.

I came home, and then they told me

I was in a car accident.

A woman was killed.

Are you saying I hit someone?

Not hit. She was killed.

You recognize her?

It's Nicole.

But I don...

How do you know her?

She's my girlfriend.

How long have you two been friends?

She's my girlfriend.

She just moved in with me. I don't...

Nicole was found at the scene of the accident.

She was stabbed.

Stabbed? Wh...?

Her blood was found in the car,

and your DNA was found under her fingernails.

So...

You guys have a fight?

Look, I can't remember anything before my accident.

But I know me, and I know her.

I'm telling you, I couldn't... I couldn't have done that.

I would never do that to Nicole.

Please...

DELKO: We'll go to your apartment and see what we can do.

SPEEDLE: There's definite signs of struggle.

Amnesia, huh?

That's pretty convenient.

Maybe she's got a little evil twin we can interrogate, too.

Look, she has a concussion, okay?

Memory loss is common.

Bet it'll all come back to her once she gets an attorney.

Yeah, got a corkscrew.

Alexx said the puncture wounds were curved,

so that's consistent.

This bottle...

Print tells me that whoever grabbed it,

used it as a weapon.

( woman grunts )

All right, so that gives us two weapons of opportunity.

I'm thinking maybe the bottle started the fight,

and the corkscrew ended it.

( women grunting )

Well, if the evidence is equivocal,

we've got to go with the only witness.

Yeah, the other one's dead.

That helps.

You think she's lying?

Yeah, you would too if you didn't think she was so hot.

Now check this out.

We got drag marks.

Shoes are small and narrow.

Like a woman's.

Leading out to the, uh...

to the garage.

( grunting )

If Veronica's so innocent,

why'd she try to dump the body?

TRIPP: Hey, Doc.

Gentlemen.

Alexx, have you finished the bodyguard?

Just.

Did you need to see him?

Only if you have something to show me.

Well, besides the holes in his torso,

not much.

Just a small cut over his eye.

Recent?

No, couple days old,

at least.

Preview of coming attractions?

Maybe.

Alexx, what about his clothes?

Haven't had a chance to send them to trace.

Tough day?

( scoffs )

You don't know tough.

It's about time

one of them talked back to you.

Nice watch.

Those diamonds?

CAINE: The question is,

what is our bodyguard

doing with it?

Let's talk to his employer.

So, covering 10-Large was a new assignment for Billy?

Mm, just put him on today's concert.

Right.

Who'd he cover before?

I can't tell you that.

It's privileged client information.

Mr. Bingham, did you move Billy

because he was stealing?

We don't employ thieves

here, Lieutenant.

So why the change in assignment?

This is a security company.

What I don't know, I don't ask,

and what I do know, I don't tell.

CAINE: We found two types of DNA

on Billy's watch.

One was Billy's,

and one was a mystery.

You have a choice here, Rick.

We can go to every one

of your privileged clients,

stick a swab in their mouth, and tell them you sent us...

Or you can assist us.

So, it's up to you.

Dan Dakota.

The sports commentator?

Correct.

Thank you.

God, Billy, yeah.

Heard about that.

It's horrible.

It's why

I won't let my kids listen to rap.

We're thinking that Billy may have been

the target of the shooting.

You're kidding?

No, and I guess I was hoping

you might be able

to tell me something about that.

I wish I could.

I was also wondering

where Billy might have gotten that.

I gave it to him.

It's one of my endorsements.

I get a new one every year.

Yeah? He didn't steal it from you?

No. Hell, no.

Why'd you move him?

We had a disagreement.

Disagreement produce that bruise on your face?

Yeah.

That's why I fired him.

Where'd the fight take place?

Right out front.

All right, want to show me?

Sure.

So, tell me what happened.

Billy took the car the other night,

came home wasted, acting like an idiot.

( tires squeal )

You're my bodyguard.

You aren't supposed to take the car.

( grunts )

I'm not going to tolerate that.

Not around my kids.

That's understandable.

Have you...?

Have you been in an accident recently?

No, uh-uh.

Oh, great, great.

Billy probably ran it up on a curb.

Yeah, but that wouldn't explain

this blood.

Damn.

I hope he didn't hurt anybody.

Mm-hmm.

You know what that is?

That is brain matter.

What does that mean?

That means somebody's dead.

Hey.

What's up?

Is this murder weapon talking to you?

( chuckles )

I wish.

Uh, just, uh, smudges on the handle.

Nothing workable.

And, uh, Nicole's blood on the end of it.

Prints on this are Nicole's, too.

Maybe Veronica was defending herself.

Yeah, or the other way around.

Hit the lights, would you?

Got some blood here.

Maybe that'll answer it for us.

Hey, there's something

right there.

Yeah, what do you think it is?

There's one way to find out.

Got a rough surface. It's cracked.

Hmm. It's green.

Hmm. With two

patterned holes.

Let's see what it's made of.

Primary component is polyvinyl chloride.

PVC, as in plastic.

Thermoplastic,

in this case.

It's for printing on clothing.

It's part of a decal.

So maybe it flaked off,

like the number on an old baseball jersey,

or something?

Patterned holes could be from a mesh.

Did Veronica's shirt have a logo on it?

Follow me.

Yup, mesh T-shirt.

SPEEDLE: Logo's the same color and consistency.

South Beach Training Club.

Paramedics hacked through it.

We're not going to be able to piece the logo back together.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean

the shirt can't help us.

We found Nicole's prints

on a wine bottle in your condo.

She used it as a weapon.

It's possible she used it on you.

DELKO: You remember any of that?

Nicole would never attack me.

Well, you work at the South Beach Training Club,

and our evidence tells us that

whoever was in the fight with her

was injured wearing one of their T-shirts.

Where?

SPEEDLE: The upper, uh,

left chest area.

See? I told you.

She'd never hurt me.

Who else had access to these T-shirts?

Just employees.

DELKO: Anyone at work, uh, you can think of

that may have had a grudge against you?

There is one person.

My ex-boyfriend.

SPEEDLE: Well, according to your boss, you weren't working

this morning from 8:00 to 10:00.

So where were you?

Well, I didn't have any clients scheduled.

Went to the beach.

This your shirt?

Yeah. It's clean.

You just washed it?

I sweat a lot.

Part of the job.

Well, you mind

if we keep it?

Anything to help.

You want to help out so much,

why don't you show us that wound

under your shirt?

Unbutton my shirt for you?

It's not that kind of gym.

Are we done here?

You heard him.

Said he sweats a lot.

I never thought you'd get these in here.

You doubted me?

Where's the love?

Okay, I had to cut them.

How's it coming?

Got about 20 workable latents

and hundreds of smudges.

Still going, though.

Can I help?

You can run this pile through AFIS.

You got it.

Night-shift CSI

got a hit-and-run fatality on Thursday.

Kid changing a tire on Old Cutler Road.

That's less than two miles from Dakota's house.

Substantiates Dan's story.

"Trevor Leeds, 18 years old."

Tell me about him, Frank.

Well, he went to Miami U.

He's from Wisconsin.

So, what do we have left?

We have a bodyguard who steals his boss' car

and then kills a teenage kid.

Security company won't be happy about that.

Not good for business.

Is this really necessary?

I already gave you my shirt.

Your blood was found on a broken wine bottle

in Veronica Grant's condo.

And your DNA matches it.

How can you match that to me?

You threw in that towel at the club.

Helped us get a warrant.

You tried to wash your shirt

to get the blood off,

but unfortunately,

you left a little, tiny piece on the bottle.

DELKO That's right. We know you were there.

We just want to know why.

Were you still angry about

your breakup with Veronica?

No. She didn't do it for me.

( chuckles softly )

Apparently, you didn't do it for her, either.

She left you for a woman.

Yeah. She should have told me.

The three of us could have had some fun.

She didn't have to tell you anything.

You found out for yourself.

( doorbell rings )

Can I help you? Where's Veronica?

Get out. Get out.

It must have been a shock when you found out

your girlfriend left you for a woman.

Then I guess it wasn't long before things got out of hand.

I'm calling the police.

She got up, and you fought her.

You took my girl.

Now let's see how tough you are.

Unfortunately, you hit a snag--

literally.

Your shirt.

Unbutton it.

And we all know what happened next.

( screaming )

I want a lawyer.

( sighing )

Veronica.

When they called me,

they told me I can get some of Nicole's things.

Absolutely.

How are you holding up?

I hope they keep him locked up forever, you know?

( softly ): Yeah.

Well... I just wanted you to know

Uh, what really happened.

Um... Nicole

was still alive when you came home.

Nicole!

Oh, my God.

Nicole! ( yelling )

DELKO: She scratched you

out of animal instinct.

She was just fighting to survive.

You knew you had to get her to a hospital.

You didn't realize

that she died in your front seat.

We're almost there.

( tires screeching )

You tried to save her.

All I wanted was to remember what happened.

But you know what?

I hope I never do.

47 partials, 14 juicy ones

and not one hit.

Yet.

You see, this is why I like bullets--

because there is no waiting.

( beeping )

Okay.

That's twice in one day.

I hope that teaches you not to doubt the man.

Does make me happy, Joseph.

My sincerest apologies to the man.

( chuckles softly )

I got a hit off the panel.

Fugitive.

Wanted in six states.

Sexual assault and murder.

I know this face.

With a record like that,

I don't know how he got backstage.

I do.

Hello, gentlemen.

Is there a problem?

You screwed up, Bingham.

You employ convicted felons

Mr. Bingham, to protect your clients.

and that is a problem.

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

Here's what we're talking about.

That's Craig Yarnell.

His real name is Craig Waters.

He's wanted in six states for murder

and sexual assault.

So, where is he?

BINGHAM: He's working for Dan Dakota.

Careful, Lindsay.

TRIPP: Waters?

Dumb ass.

Gets 'em every time.

My name's Yarnell.

Yarnell died two years ago

in Alabama. You took his identity.

That's for the job.

What else you got in there,

Mr. Waters, huh?

Big old .45.

Craig,

fingerprints are like old habits.

They die hard.

Sounds like a paid gig to me, Mr. Waters.

So, who hired you?

Let's go back to the security company

and lean on Bingham.

CAINE: I have a better idea.

I'm more interested... in why we keep coming back here.

I want to see that Navigator.

So, we can prove the Navigator hit the boy,

but not who was driving.

That's what this is for.

No way--

An aftermarket safety system?

I got it from Dan's Navigator.

( chuckling )

Like the black box in an airplane.

So cool.

So Big Brother.

Did we hook it up?

Ah.

The system has 45 impact sensors.

Okay. Did one of them monitor an impact Thursday night?

Yup.

Hold on.

Frontal sensor,

passenger side.

What about a time and place?

Uh, 12:10 AM,

Old Cutler Road.

That's where Trevor was hit.

That's right.

So, when the system is tripped, the driver is notified, right?

Yeah, but, uh, it's not recorded here.

I'll have to call the company.

Let's do that.

Trevor Leeds.

18 years old.

He may seem familiar.

You split his head open

with the bumper of your car.

This is ridiculous.

My client already told you

he was home Thursday night.

Which would mean that Billy stole his car, correct?

Correct. And unless you can prove otherwise,

we're done here.

Behind door number... two,

we have...

WOMAN: Mr. Dakota?

DAKOTA: Yeah?

WOMAN: This is Informaguard.

Our system registers that your accident threshold

has been met.

Are you okay?

Oh, shoot.

I must have run up on a curve, or something.

It's nothing; I'm fine.

That's you on tape, Dan, and that means

that you were driving, and Billy wasn't.

And you were drunk out of your mind.

I told you... I don't drink.

That seems a tad inconsistent with the tape.

( tires screeching )

WOMAN: Mr. Dakota?

Yeah?

Wasted commentator plows down an 18-year-old.

That's an ugly blot on a pretty career, huh?

So, Billy wanted to blow

the whistle on you, right?

RODMAN: What happened?

Where were you?

Is that blood?!

What the hell, Dan?

It's nothing.

D, we need to call the police.

At least an ambulance.

No, no, no, Billy.

You're my bodyguard.

You don't say a word, okay? Promise me.

I can't do that, man.

You got 48 hours to de the right thing.

And you...

had him killed.

I was out of town

calling a pre- season game

the day Billy was shot.

You hired Craig Waters to protect you and your family.

And then you hired him to kill Billy.

You know, it's too bad, Dan,

that you can't get him to do your time.

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