Previously on "XIII"...
Why did you change your face?
I thought you were dead.
XIII?
Jones: You and I were, uh, involved.
What are you doing here?
It's nice to see you too.
Why the hell was he in a rendition camp?
I incarcerated him for national security reasons.
You...
Amos: We believe he has knowledge,
potentially dangerous to the United States.
Soft tempest scanners activated 2 years ago have been reactivated.
That's XIII and the chip he found.
Now who hired you?
XIII:I want to meet the person who got me out of the camp.
You never know who your real friends are.
Sam: It's you.
XIII: Where did you get that from?
You'll have that answer when I have the chip.
We gotta find out what Sheridan's up to.
XIII: Why the hell isn't he in prison?
Carrington: If the truth about Sheridan ever came out,
it would tear this country apart.
Sam: Take a look at this...
Sam: It's the state flag of Colorado.
Did I grow up there?
I'll find the truth.
Or I'll die trying.
(Police siren wailing)
♪
(Indiscernible street chatter)
♪
(Fighting)
Ugh!
(Fighting)
Slam!
(Fighting)
Ugh!
(Fighting)
Ahh!
(Glass shattering)
♪
I don't know who you are,
or what agency you're with,
but here's how it's going to work.
You will not follow me and you will not interfere with my life.
You do not want to disregard this message.
♪
Send someone to mop up what's left of your follow team.
And the next time I advise you to leave XIII alone,
you better listen.
I was a secret Agent.
Betrayed by my own people.
Robbed of my face, my memories, my history.
Hidden in my past
is a secret that threatens all humanity.
A search for answers with nothing to hold onto
but the tattoo that has become my name.
I am XIII.
"XIII: The Series - S01E02" "Green Falls" Original air date 27 April, 2011
Sync & Corrections by MaxiZephyr www.addic7ed.com
(Street sounds)
Sam: Anything look familiar?
No, but that's nothing strange.
I wouldn't even recognize my real face.
If Sheridan is telling the truth and that's you in the photo,
someone around here is going to know what you look like.
You trust Sheridan?
The guy who killed his own sister to get into the White House?
Not in a million years.
But if Green Falls is where you came from,
we might be able to put a name to who you are.
By the way, while you are talking about names...
here's a little something I made for you.
You just threw this together?
When you run a photo shop
you get asked to do favours from time to time.
Yeah, I bet.
Simon Guest...
I never figured myself as a Simon.
Simon was... Important in my life.
What happened?
He ran away.
My cat.
I promise, I won't run away.
♪
Nothing's coming back.
I don't remember any of it.
This lake isn't far from town.
If you grew up here,
you would have gone to school.
Now why didn't they have librarians like you
when I was in school?
Simon Guest.
My assistant, Melissa Wright.
The principal said you might be able to help us.
We work for an attorney who's trying to
hook up a young boy with an inheritance.
We believe that he grew up here.
We think this was taken in 1985.
This school burned down in 1990.
We lost all of our records.
Is there anyone around who might still remember?
Last teacher who worked during that time
moved out of state last year.
I'm sorry.
Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about.
If you're ever in New York...
I wouldn't mind revisiting the Dewey decimal system.
♪
Well, we know one more thing about you now...
you have a gift for feeding the ladies a line of bullshit.
Are you jealous?
No.
Maybe a little.
I wouldn't be too impressed.
The records may have burned in that fire,
but she knew about the yearbooks.
She lied to me.
So much for your charms.
And I never said I was impressed.
What?
Ryan Flay...
That's the boy.
It's you.
Your name is Ryan Flay.
Ryan Flay...
You were here.
You knew all these kids.
You had friends.
You had a whole life.
Some of these kids must still be here.
One of them has to remember you.
Look...
"Best friends forever."
Ryan Flay and David Rigby.
(Bell ringing)
Mornin' folks! What can I do for you?
In the market for a suit? Casual wear?
Forty regular, right?
Mr. Rigby?
We're working for a lawyer and he's trying to find someone
who's got a substantial inheritance coming to him.
Lucky guy.
He would be, except for one thing...
we can't find him.
Oh! Pretty much sucks for him.
He lives in Green Falls.
Well, then I'm gonna know him.
His name is Ryan Flay.
We understand that you and Ryan were best friends back in grade school.
Why can't I place this guy?
Maybe this will jog your memory.
(Children laughing)
Ryan, of course!
That was a long time ago.
He moved away when we were still in grade school.
That's a sad story.
His father died.
Adopted by somebody from out of town...
we all lost touch with him.
Well, how'd his father die?
No idea. Back then grownups
didn't talk about that kind of thing with kids.
What about his mother?
Nope. Never around.
I think maybe she died giving birth.
Brothers and sisters?
Nope. Like I said, it was sad.
Well, I gotta get back to work.
Suits, they don't sell themselves.
Good luck finding Ryan.
Couldn't get away fast enough.
He's afraid of something.
People are asking about Ryan Flay.
(Nature sounds)
"Vincit omnia veritas."
"Truth conquers all."
You know Latin?
Maybe you learned it from him.
Your father was a big part of the life they took from you.
How can I grieve for a man I never knew?
Not remembering him only makes it worse.
♪
We should go home now.
This town is hiding more than my name.
I'm going to find out what it is.
I understand you have issues with my handling of XIII servillience.
I do, sir.
The president promised him freedom of movement.
You know what he is.
You know what he is capable of.
It is my job to ensure the safety of this great nation.
Unfortunately, the president refuses to
see the possibility that XIII's amnesia
might be as much a fabrication as everything else about him.
Respectfully, sir, we do not know that.
We don't know anything.
And that is exactly why we can't allow XIII to operate freely.
Even if he has no memory of his past,
he might have been programmed to
commit actions against the United States.
He's potentially a walking time bomb.
So you're going to place additional surveillance on him?
I believe...
That XIII might already be on the move.
He and Miss Taylor have dropped off the radar.
I'm sending out a team.
Fine. Send me.
You saw what he did to me.
You saw what he did to my men.
You saw what he did to me at the White House.
Again, sir, with respect,
after what you did to him, I don't blame him.
XIII does not represent a threat to me.
Okay.
It's on you.
You will spearhead locating XIII and tracking his activities.
And when you do locate him,
you are to gather intelligence, not to engage.
Do you understand?
Yes, I understand.
Jones....
I know you have a history with XIII.
Remember which side your loyalties are on.
Sam: I found the newspaper report about your father's death.
He was the editor of the local paper.
He was also a hunter.
That's how he died.
Fell off a cliff while stalking a deer.
On a ridge outside of town.
People remember a story like that.
Even if Dave Rigby was a kid, he'd have heard about it.
The article talks about a lot of the stories that Jonathan covered.
Crime, social issues, ecology.
Sounds like he loved to take on a good fight.
Not always the best thing for a person's health.
Maybe it's hereditary.
Who wrote the article?
Uh...A reporter named... Bill Hattaway.
He's still with the paper.
Get ready to leave.
They've been watching us.
Their work clothes are too clean.
They've been playing drunk for the last ten minutes
and they haven't taken a sip.
If they aren't workers, what are they?
Bad news.
You're not leaving, are ya?
Dancing's just about to start.
I'm not much of a dancer.
Not talking to you. We're talking to her.
You wouldn't want to dance with me, would ya?
Always good to start with a dance.
Who knows where we'll go from there.
We are leaving.
Maybe you didn't hear me...
Maybe you didn't hear her.
This is gonna hurt.
You got that right.
(Fighting)
♪
(Fighting)
The gentleman would like to buy a round for the house.
It will probably leave a scar.
Well it won't be the first.
The only difference is I'll remember how I got this one.
Sam...
You should go home.
No way.
It's too dangerous.
The questions we're asking are pissing somebody off.
Those men were trained.
I'm not going anywhere.
Besides, I'm the only one you can trust.
And we still have a lot to find out about you.
Ryan.
♪
What's the matter?
You don't know who I am.
You don't know what I've done.
I could be...
I know everything I need to know!
I'm going to go out for some air.
♪
Giordino: XIII is on the move, Mr. President.
What's the latest?
My people track credit card activity for two airplane tickets to Denver.
Traffic cameras got a hit on a car rented by Samantha Taylor,
travelling towards Green Falls, Colorado.
The information got passed onto the NSA before I could derail it.
What is XIII doing in Colorado?
I believe he's searching for his real identity.
Well, even if he finds it, he still won't be a threat.
But, the sooner he's taken out of play, the better I'll sleep.
That might be a problem for the short term.
Amos has deployed Jones to keep watch on him.
The game I'm playing is way too big to risk it being derailed
by some brain-damaged ex-spy.
Sheridan: You play a major role in this, Giordino.
But only if I get back in power.
XIII will be dealt with.
It's all about finding the right time.
Reporter: Mr. president!! A question!
I'm counting on you to take care of this for me.
Hi! Hi! Good to see you again!
(Cameras shooting)
Good to see you again! Sorry I'm late!
Sam: Hi.
Receptionist: Can I help you?
Yeah, we'd like to see Bill Hattaway.
So would I.
It's been a while.
What can I do for you?
We want to talk to you about someone you used to work with.
Who would that be?
Jonathan Flay.
That's a name I haven't thought about for a long time.
Why would you be interested in a newspaper man
who's been dead for twenty-five years?
He seemed to have a strong voice
and we read the story of his death
and we were wondering if there might be
any more details that made it to the paper.
I wrote Jonathan's obituary, there's nothing more to it.
Mr. Hattaway...
Jonathan...
was my best friend.
You'd do well to leave the dead to their rest.
Mr. Hattaway, if you change your mind, the Waterside Inn has my number.
Is there a problem, officer?
Sheriff.
Quinn's the name.
See you're driving a rental.
There's not a law against that, I hope.
Seems like there's a law against everything these days.
No, I was thinking that you bein' a stranger,
maybe you're the fella
that broke up those yahoos in the roadhouse last night.
They were out of line.
Well, that's what everybody says and I am sorry about that.
Hell of a way to treat visitors.
There's a lot of that going around, sheriff.
We just got shut down by Mr. Hattaway at the paper
for asking questions about the old editor.
Jonathan Flay...
Yeah, that would strike a raw nerve with Bill.
He was with Jonathan the day he died.
They were out hunting together and,
well, they separated to flush out a deer.
Then Jonathan, he got himself turned around and went off the cliff.
Bill always figured that if they'd stayed together,
Jonathan would still be alive.
You believe that?
Hell, I don't know.
Bill lost his eye sight a few years later.
Since then he's been living in his memories.
Thinking about the past can drive a fella a little crazy.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
Well, you folks have a good stay.
Enjoy the rest of it.
Do me a favor, would ya?
Gimme a call before you go breaking up anymore heads.
Not a problem.
I'd like nothing more than for you to break it up.
Break it up?
Hell, I just want to get me a ringside seat next time.
♪
Simon Guest.
Seven o'clock? We'll be there.
That was Hattaway.
He has information about my father.
Says he didn't want to talk about it at the office.
Imagine.
Someone in this town having secrets.
There's excuses & then there's completely lame excuses.
I have to call you back.
Double-shot Macchiato, right?
Oh, no.
Don't tell me you've given up drinking coffee.
No, but I've given up falling for really cheap bribes.
How long have we known each other?
I am hurt!
Okay, alright... you win.
Look, I am looking for some intel.
A location of an asset.
And you don't want to go through official channels.
No, I'm working this agent operation,
I just have too many people looking over my shoulder.
That is the job.
What you're really telling me is you've got a white-hot asset
and you want to give them some space.
You should work in interrogation ops.
Look, Jess, can you help me or not?
Who's the asset and what have you got to go on?
Alright.
The asset's name is not going to come up, but he's travelling with
a woman named Samantha Taylor and all of my channels have gone dark.
Is this Samantha in the game?
She's a private citizen.
Well then you should have access to the same information that I do.
I'm not sure how much more help I can be.
Honestly, I don't take anything for granted anymore.
Are you going to tell me the real story here?
Like I said, missing asset, a lot of people interested in him.
Especially you.
Meaning?
Meaning you are the most 'By the book agent' I know,
paperwork in triplicate, requisitions up the wazoo.
If you're coming to me for under the table intel,
it means this is personal.
Alright, look...
the asset is a friend,
he's got people gunning for him,
I just want to make sure he gets out of this alive.
Okay.
Didn't we have this conversation already?
Business is business.
Last time you got yourself turned around you wound up
in the middle of the president's murder investigation.
This isn't like that.
Yeah, right.
What have we got...
You were right about this asset being hot.
CIA ran the same search two hours ago and got a hit.
Results were capped by order of Frank Giordino.
Not accessible to anyone outside his office.
With certain talented exceptions.
So much for inter-agency cooperation.
What does it say?
They were tagged by a traffic camera
headed into Green Falls, Colorado.
Thank you, Jess. I owe you one, alright?
♪
(Knocking)
Mr. Hattaway? It's Simon guest.
Maybe he's not home yet.
Maybe.
(Shotgun cocking)
That's far enough.
The nice thing about a shotgun is you don't have to aim.
It's just us.
I had to be sure.
I uh...
I knew who you were as soon as I heard your voice.
I swear I was listening to your old man.
He sounded like me?
You shouldn't have come back here.
People will remember you, you'll scare them!
What's going on, Mr. Hattaway?
Green Falls wants to sell itself as a model community,
good for family, for business...
no one wants to talk about what really happened here.
No one knows what your father was trying to tell them before he died.
What are you talking about?
Tell me!
Your father was a great man.
Fearless. He lived for the truth.
He dug up all their secrets and he was going to bring them to justice.
Whose secrets?
Everything is in my journal.
Your father's research notes are there too.
I managed to get them out of the office
so that no one else could get their hands on them.
But listen to me, you have to understand.
I was a coward.
Holding the whole truth in my hands and just hiding it!
I could never be like him.
What about my father's notes?
In the cabinet.
Ryan...
you have to know how much your father loved you.
You have to...
Get down!!!
(Gun shot)
(Screaming)
♪
(Gun shots firing)
♪
Jessica. Jessica Cranston.
Yes.
May I help you?
You know who I am?
Of course.
I've read your file.
You have a very good record.
You're a very smart woman.
Is this going somewhere?
Hm. To the point.
Just like your file said.
Well...What I'm wondering is...
How does a smart person, such as yourself,
not know how dangerous it is to muck around in my backyard.
Did you think I wouldn't find out?
I suppose even clever people need to be shown their limits sometimes.
Sir, I don't work for your agency.
Exactly.
And that's why I can't protect you.
I don't need protecting.
Really.
This is a dangerous world for a woman.
Especially a single mother.
It's uh, Teresa, isn't it?
Where's this going?
Nowhere. I just came by to give you this.
Where did you get this?
One of my agents saw shady people hanging around Teresa at school,
so he gave her a ride home.
She forgot her hat in his car.
Who knows what could have happened to her if she hadn't been protected.
Nothing anybody could have done about it.
What do you want from me?
You're going to tell me exactly what you told Agent Jones
and why she came to you for information.
She wanted to know the location of Samantha Taylor
and the asset she's travelling with.
I believe that Jones is involved
with the asset somehow.
Involved how?
It's more than a case.
She said she wanted to protect him.
Well of course she did.
Protecting people.
That's what we're all about, isn't it.
Oh and do me one favour.
Let's just keep this between the two of us.
Do it for Teresa.
Jones: Yeah, they're here. They're asking questions about a man
named Jonathan Flay and his son, Ryan.
I think XIII may have found out his real name.
Find out how the Flay family fits into the picture
I'll have my people run their names back here.
There's something else.
There was an altercation at a pool hall today.
Witnesses say three men came at XIII and he took them down.
Still say he's not dangerous?
Look, these guys were out of the hospital before I showed up,
and no one would even talk about them, like they were never there.
XIII is your mission.
I do not want you wasting your time on some small town bar fight.
But, sir...
Understand this.
XIII is your mission.
Your orders are to watch him.
If whatever mess he creates results in his death, so be it.
You are not to engage, you are not to interfere.
Am I making myself clear?
Yes, sir.
Whatever you find out comes directly to me.
And only to me.
Jones: I understand.
You better. Your job depends on it.
♪
Sheridan.
Yeah, it's me.
Where are you? In town?
Why do I have to find out from other sources
that the man you call XIII is in Green Falls?
Amos has people watching him.
I'll have him dealt with as soon as possible.
You will do nothing of the kind.
He's dangerous. You said so yourself.
Now that you have the information from the chip,
we don't need him.
My people have analyzed the data,
the information about the weapon is not complete.
I don't understand.
They did a better job of hiding it than I thought.
Does XIII know this?
Yeah, possibly.
He still doesn't know what it is.
If we try to rebuild his memory
he just might lead us to the other piece of the file.
I need him alive. For your sake, I hope he stays that way.
I'm not used to being threatened!
I really don't care what you're used to, Mr. Ex-president.
And when I need you to know where I am,
Mr. Sheridan, I'll let you know.
If you want to become relevant again, i can help you.
But first, I have to get what I want.
It says the papers weren't at Hattaway's house.
Somebody must have already taken them.
But if they had the files, why would they kill Hattaway?
There's something we're not seeing.
Any luck with that?
DMV records show the shooter's truck is
registered to a Wilton Merit.
He's an employee at the Proteus group.
Chemical company.
There was a billboard in town.
Proteus was founded in the 70's...
Grew with the town.
Seems to be Green Falls' own little slice of fortune 500.
You think the company's involved.
Who else.
(Knocking)
Stay here.
Mr. Guest.
Sheriff.
Seems I got a homicide on my hands. Bill Hattaway.
Oh, that's too bad.
Any idea who did it?
Well some would make the case it was you.
He wouldn't tell you what you wanted.
And you got mad.
Found out where he lived, tried to make him talk
and when he wouldn't, you shot him.
You don't believe that.
I don't.
Actually, he was shot through the front window.
Whoever killed him wanted to stop him from talking.
Now I don't know what the hell you're doing here, Mr. Guest,
but Green Falls is a quiet community. Since you've been here
it's been anything but...
You should think about moving on.
From what my people say,
XIII has stirred up quite a hornet's nest in Green Falls.
Forces are assembling to take him out of play.
Our problem may be taken care of for us.
The situation's changed.
We need XIII alive and well.
Why?
My associate has analyzed the information
from XIII's safety deposit box and it's incomplete.
What are you talking about?
One of the files has been split into two or more parts.
He thinks that by letting XIII retrace his past life
it might lead him to the missing data.
Your associate hasn't even told you what the information is,
who is working for who here?
We have mutual interests.
His are aligned with mine.
Mine are aligned with yours.
Keep him alive and well, we all get what we want.
What happened here?
If my father was murdered it must have been for his stories.
I'll check the files, you check the microfiche.
Sam: The microfiche, oh my god...
I found your father's files.
They're exposes on a lot of people.
Anyone could have a problem with that.
Ryan!
A year before Jonathan Flay's death
forty-five people died in Green Falls.
Forty-five?
Cancer. Car accidents. Fires.
Your father also wrote a lifestyle column about hunting.
That's my father and Hattaway.
Hattaway had a hunting cabin.
Jones.
Agent Jones, I need an update on XIII's movements.
You can get a full report from my boss.
I'm sure Director Amos will be happy to cooperate.
There's no need for us to be enemies on this, Jones.
Our interest are the same.
Really?
You know as well as I do that Amos would just as well see XIII dead.
XIII's uncovered his true identity.
His name is Ryan Flay,
his father died when he was ten years old.
Is that all?
No there was a fight at a bar, a murder.
Some newspaper man that XIII spoke to yesterday.
We can't afford to have him arrested or killed.
Get him out of there.
Hey I was specifically told not to intervene.
I'll run interference with our boss.
Whatever happens, I've got your back.
♪
The cabinet.
Ah!
This box hasn't been eaten.
It's not their brand.
It's not cereal.
Notes and evidence for an expose.
Jonathan Flay was working on it.
It's about Proteus.
The solvent they were producing turned out to be carcinogenic.
So those forty-five people who died were poisoned.
Your father was going to prove Proteus was responsible.
The fires and car accidents were cover-ups.
To keep it all a secret.
Maybe this will give the sheriff a new perspective on his quiet little town...
(Gun shots)
Alright, I have one covering the road,
two at the truck, three or four shooters in all.
(Gun shots firing)
When I give the word go out the door, head for the trees.
What are you going to do?!
See how many of these guys I can kill.
Ryan, I'm not leaving you!
Sam, it's gonna be okay. I promise.
I'm gonna cover you.
You ready?
Go!
(Gun shots firing)
(Sam screaming)
Get in the car! Move it!
Move it! Move it!
♪
(Phone ringing)
Yeah?
You bring me the papers, she lives.
Otherwise, it's all on you.
You expect me to trust you?
That's the only deal I'm offering.
I will call you with when and where we're gonna meet.
You come alone and unarmed.
She is really counting on you.
♪
(Door knob turning)
What the hell are you doing here?
There're people in Washington who want to know the same thing about you.
I told them to stay out of my life.
Well no offense,
but you don't seem to be holding things down to on your own right now.
What's going on?
The Proteus company controls this town.
They murdered my father.
Now they want to kill me and Sam to keep their secrets.
We cannot change your father's death
and frankly, the rest is old news.
They've taken Sam.
My orders are to get you out.
We can send in troops for her after we're gone.
All I'll find is a body.
I'm not leaving without Sam.
You can help or you can go.
Where are you going?
I'm not going to sit here and wait.
I'm going to do things on my own terms.
Where are they holding her?
The police station?
No, Quinn wouldn't want to be connected to her.
They're holding her where it all started.
Proteus.
(Sighing)
♪
Any idea how we're going to get in there?
We're going to walk right through the front door.
I'm sorry.
For what?
Ugh!
Please, please help me!
This man, he stopped me on the road! And he took my car!
I'll call the police!
He tried to rape me. (Crying)
Ma'am, just try to stay calm!
Try to calm down.
Ma'am!
Ma'am! Ma'am! Are you alright?
Nice work.
Thank you. Next time you be the decoy.
♪
Storage room in the plant. Right there.
We don't want them seeing us.
No problem.
♪
XIII: You look that way!
Sam!
Are you okay? It's going to be okay.
Yeah.
Watch your back!
(Fighting)
Seems like we wind up in the same place after all.
Drop your weapon.
♪
Kick it away.
Let her go.
The papers.
I don't have them.
I told you something about lying.
What are they paying you, huh?
I'm protecting my town, plain and simple.
You're protecting people by covering up their murders?
If Proteus had have shut down it would have killed this town!
Everybody here profited by it.
Except for those you poisoned and killed.
Except for Jonathan Flay.
Flay wouldn't shut up, he had to be stopped.
You be smarter than him.
Give me the papers.
Jones: Drop it, sheriff!
(Gun shots firing)
♪
You alright?
Yeah.
You need to give me those papers.
How do I know I can trust you to do the right thing?
You'll never know if you don't give me a chance.
(Alarm ringing)
(Siren wailing)
Sam: If there's any clue,
to what happen to you after your father's death...
It will be in Hattaway's journal.
You have to read it.
You will never be able to move on unless you know where you came from.
♪
It says he was ashamed he didn't have the courage to carry on my father's fight.
He sent me away to live with his cousin and his wife
paid for my education all through High School.
Listen to this...
the moment Ryan was accepted to the University of Colorado,
was the happiest day I'd had in years.
When he disappeared from Boulder I fell into despair.
You went to the University of Colorado
yeah and disappeared for five years
until the CIA taught me to be Steve Rowlands.
You didn't disappear!
Someone out there knows what happened to you.
Every time I get closer to finding out who I am...
It just opens more questions.
Something happened in Boulder.
That's where it started.
Hey...
We'll figure out where you were sent, okay?
Now just be here with me, okay?
♪
You see how the way a journal made it to the papers.
The article included everything.
The poisoning of the workers, the cover-ups, the murders...
Interesting.
I guess Jonathan Flay's papers didn't mean much to national security.
Or maybe there was a leak.
Thanks.
Those University of Colorado papers that you were interested in...
apparently, Ryan Flay was a model student.
Freshman, sophomore year straight A's, then senior year...
something changed.
Let me guess. Found out about girls?
Well for one thing, your tuition was paid by a company,
Transcom, a communications tech firm.
You also changed your course selection radically from Arts to
International studies, Political science, Foreign languages.
Started studying martial arts, joined the gun club.
So I was training to be an operative.
Yeah I looked into Transcom through back channels,
it was definitely a front company for the CIA.
After you were recruited you graduated with honours and then...
You disappeared.
People don't disappear from the CIA for five years.
That's what CIA thought.
You do have a habit of surprising people.
Did they send me into deep cover?
Did I go rogue?
You know as much as the CIA knows now.
I know it's not much, but look, you can let all this go.
Right here. Start a fresh life.
No I couldn't.
Yeah, that's what I was afraid of.
It's like you said, it's not much, but it's a start.
Yeah.
Good hunting, Ryan.
Jones on phone: XIII has the files.
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