- Previously on "Rogue"...
- Cheat never partied alone.
You need to find out who was here with him.
- Yeah, if they're still alive.
No, I don't think that's Sarah.
Who else knew about the money?
- Maybe Cheat flashed some cash to some hooker.
- She kills him and makes it look like an OD?
That doesn't explain the bullet holes.
- Now that's Sarah.
So whoever came late to the party,
they find her,
and all hell broke loose.
- Kendra Willis... her DNA was all over Cheat's body.
- Yeah, I knew it. - Yeah, I'm going to pick her up.
There's more.
The blood by the water... Sarah's.
- Kendra's dead. - You sure it was an execution?
- Yeah.
- Then it is Massoud, no doubt about it.
- Why don't you move your families, put them in a hotel?
Downtown, somewhere safe.
- That was my source at the Pentagon.
Ethan Kelly and his buddies
were working private security based out of Karachi, Pakistan.
- We have to send someone in.
Will you do it?
You want to find Sarah? Go in after her.
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And that was some smooth, groove
for you there, Carson City.
It's going to be a warm 71 degrees out here,
in the Eagle Valley.
And if you're lucky enough to take the day off,
you can just head out on to the Lincoln...
- Hey!
Hey!
Why you keep coming around here?
Stop!
Stop! I wanna talk to you!
- Never seen someone reach for a light switch so fast.
- Oh, yeah, that's right, I forgot that nine in your belt was ornamental.
- It's been six days.
- You think I moved my family into a hotel
because I like finding strange hairs on my pillow?
- Just to be clear, your working theory is that he tracked us from a desert,
clear across the world to San Francisco,
but that we really gave him the slip
by moving into a Days Inn 10 minutes down the road?
- What, are you saying I'm paranoid?
- No, I'm saying if it was Massoud, we'd be cold by now.
- It's not him. - Right, well, either way,
that money's been out there for six days.
Somebody's gonna start spending.
And the second they do, those Treasury servers go berserk.
- Stop saying that shit, man. Just stop saying that.
- Ray, you're scaring Spud. - Yeah, Ray, you're scaring Spud.
- Well, you should be fucking scared.
As long as that money's out there, we're exposed.
- Okay. Do you have any suggestions?
- Yeah, we get the motherfucker that did Cheat.
- We don't know who killed Cheat.
- Fine, fine, we find out where the cash is flagging,
that gets us the motherfucker that did Cheat,
and we bury him in the goddamn dirt.
- Nobody's burying anybody.
Not with San Francisco's finest on our asses, Ray.
We need to be careful. You hear me?
- Oh, yeah, now who's scared?
- You guys want coffee? - Yeah, look.
It's very simple, Raymond.
We don't have enough clean cash
to service the contracts that we have right now.
We need new business.
- Business? - Yeah.
- How can you think about business right now?
You know that if the tables were turned,
it was you rotting away in a box six feet under,
Cheat would rain hellfire down on this city to find the guy that did it.
- If we don't get new business, we go under.
And then all of this is for shit.
- Fine, then let Spud decide.
- What? - What?
- Grow a set, pick a side. - There are no fucking sides.
- There are sides, there are precisely two sides...
business as usual or sweet, retributive justice.
- This is ridiculous.
- Man, my heart's beating so fast right now.
- Spud?
- I think that we should...
We have to go after the money.
- Fine.
I'll get a contract, so your families don't starve.
Oh, you scared me.
- Sorry.
Look, uh, I know that you're gonna take this the wrong way,
but no one would blame you if you sat this one out.
- Well, that's very kind of no one.
- She's gone, Travis.
- Well, I'm glad you cleared that up.
- Jesus, you have no idea what a friend looks like, do you?
You can't burn down the world every time it deals you a shitty hand.
- You're referring to my son's murder as a shitty hand?
- If you're gonna do this, I need you focused.
- Do I look unfocused to you?
- No.
You look exactly like I did a of couple years ago.
Guy in Cleveland was strangling
stay-at-home moms to death as the kids watched.
Three deep before it came to me.
And I caught that son of a bitch.
But while I was soaking up the win,
two more bodies turned up.
So...
I know what it's like to feel responsible...
to take it personally.
I got the wrong man.
And those women's deaths are on me now.
Don't do this for Sarah.
- 'Cause she's just another mission casualty, right?
- No, because in my experience,
dead people are really bad at giving forgiveness.
- Hi.
Uh, Tom's in the den. You wanna come in?
- Great.
Thank you, Shelley.
- Here. - Thank you.
- The Belushis want us for six.
And we still have to stop for the quiche, so...
- Mm-hmm.
Okay.
So what's up?
- I might need you to take Evie for awhile.
- Okay. Yeah, sure, no problem.
- You remember...
you remember my UC? I told you about her.
Sarah. - Yeah.
Yeah, sure, the $20 sandwich, right?
- Yeah.
Yeah...
So there was a problem.
A complication.
- You're all right?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm being ridiculous.
And you have a quiche to get to.
- Is she dead?
- Yeah. Yeah, we think so. - Hmm.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
That's... that's terrible.
- And they want me to go back undercover,
try and find out what happened to her.
- Ah.
Okay, so what did you tell 'em?
- Nothing. I'm still thinking about it.
- You're gonna talk to Evie, though?
- Yeah, of course.
I'm gonna talk to her tonight.
- Look, Grace...
She's never gonna say anything, so I am.
She has loved these last few months with you.
All I'm saying
is maybe it's someone else's turn.
- I'm responsible, Tommy.
- Somehow I doubt that.
- Golubovic, Harriet?
- Next.
- Hamm, Nicholas Barbara.
- Next.
Nice cravat, though.
- Are you robbing me? - Only of your clutter, dear.
Honestly, I don't know how you live in this place.
- Well, it is certainly getting harder.
- And I thought it'd be good for you to do something nice
for others once in awhile. - No, come on.
- It's good for the soul! - Please, just stop it.
- Mother. - What's the matter?
- It's been exciting having you here...
but I may have to go away for awhile for work.
And I'm sure Marty can't wait to have you back all to himself, so...
- Work? - Yeah, for awhile.
- What about Evie?
- She's gonna stay with Tom. - No, that's not what I meant.
You made her a promise.
- I'm sorry? - I don't think you are.
You made her a promise and now you're breaking that promise.
How can you do that to her?
- Do what? I'm not doing anything.
That's ridiculous.
- The last time you left your family for work, Sam died.
Why would you ever do that to them again?
Are you really that selfish?
- That's enough. - Are they coercing you?
Threatening you?
Are they making you do this?
- You don't understand. I have a responsibility.
- To your daughter.
- And what the hell would you know about that, hmm?
- Nothing, Grace.
I know nothing about it.
- Yes, sir, understood.
- Hey, I think I found some workable options for Travis.
- Did you think I wouldn't find out?
- What are you talking about? - The DOD.
We're talking about the classified details of this investigation that you leaked
to an unauthorized contact at the DOD. - I didn't leak details.
- I made an inquiry. - Yeah, without my permission.
- Without your permission?
So that's what this is about... you wanna measure dicks?
- Do you have any idea of the shit storm you've caused?
- No, Elliot, I have no fucking idea of the shit storm I've caused,
because you don't tell me a damn thing.
And why the hell does the DOD
care about laundered money in San Fran?
- Okay, I am not gonna repeat myself, all right?
You know what I know.
But now my boss has the undersecretary on his jock,
and I look like the asshole who can't keep his people in line.
- I can't tell you how much I don't care if you look like an asshole.
- This is the last time we have this conversation.
Is that clear?
- Crystal.
- And you can stop looking for Travis's handler.
- You found someone?
Elliot?
- I decided to keep it in-house.
- Oh, no, I am not a handler.
- Hey, don't worry, I'll be around more.
- Oh, to keep an eye on me?
- Well, maybe if someone had kept an eye on you in Cleveland,
you wouldn't be in this situation right now.
There'd certainly be a few less bodies in the ground.
- What?
- You've been staring at me all night.
Either you're really afraid of zombies
or too chicken to ask me if I'm having sex with Billy.
- No, I wa... wait, are you?
- Oh, yeah, he totally rocks my world. Want the deets?
- Oh, Evie...
- Mom.
- No, I wasn't.
But I... I did...
I did wanna, um...
to tell you how much I've enjoyed these last few months with you.
- Hm. Obviously.
I'm delightful.
- Kind of.
- I swear to God, I'd rather just split for Tijuana at this point.
- Next.
- Chisari, Julian Bates.
- Huh.
- What?
- Come take a look. - I'm not getting up.
- Assistant U.S. Attorney out of San Fran.
Taking a run at a council seat, that could be interesting.
- Okay, I don't know if you missed the point of the exercise, fucktard,
but I thought we were tracking the money as a means
of avoiding the need for a lawyer.
- He worked a case for the Treasury in the past year.
Two cases. - Okay, let me see that.
Come on, shift.
- But maybe you think we can find someone better?
Huh, fucktard?
At least have a nectarine.
- Are you insane? It has twice the calories of a peach.
- That can't possibly be true.
- Not everyone has your metabolism.
- Evie, honey, you gotta eat something.
- I'll grab an espresso on the way out. - Two seconds, I can make you a waffle.
- You're being weird.
- Ju... Just wait. - Fine, give me the nectarine.
- No, no, I need to talk to you about work.
- It's fine. Grandma already did it.
- What? - I'm 16.
It's not that big of a deal.
Plus, Grandma's here to buy me beer if I need it.
Joke. It's a joke.
I already talked to your dad.
And I think I would feel better if you stayed with him.
- And do you care how I feel?
- Of course I care. - Mom, I just got used to it here.
My friends are here. My school is here.
- Billy's here.
- Just another adult to help supervise me.
- That's not funny. - It'll be fine, Grace.
I think I remember how to appropriately ruin the fun of a 16-year-old girl.
And eat your breakfast.
Real men don't go for that super skinny look.
- Come on. - Aww, fine!
I'm gonna leave my emergency number on the refrigerator.
So if there's a problem, then you call,
and they will text my cover phone...
- And says your data plan is out of date. Yeah, yeah.
It's not my first rodeo.
Thanks, Mom. You're the best.
- I love you. - I love you, too.
- Okay, I don't think waitress is an option.
- What if I was an accountant with a specialty in money laundering?
- That's it. - You think?
- That's officially the worst idea you've had all day.
- Okay, these have to be the most boring criminals I've ever seen.
Corporate intelligence, security consulting...
- Four bodies in two weeks?
- Well, I would start offing bodies too if my job was running
background checks on medical equipment supply companies.
- Swat Valley, military intelligence, drugs, and money.
Tell me one more time this is not terrorism.
- It's not terrorism.
- Would you even know if it was?
- We're looking for a money source.
How hard can it be? Pretend it's your ex-husband.
- Jesus Christ, would you two just go fuck each other already?
We may as well put our divers on standby,
so they can fish my body out of the Bay when Ethan Kelly makes me.
- Still think we stick with hooker.
- All this guy does is watch and analyze people for a living.
He's a walking bullshit meter.
They've got a pitch coming up at AFG Labs.
- What's that? - A pharmaceutical company.
- Who runs it?
- Uh, President is Jack Merrimer, Nate Schembri.
- Well, maybe we can use them.
- It looks like our boys are down a man.
Maybe they could use a new drummer.
- Okay, Kelly ran human intel in the military for four years
and vets people for a living.
He's gonna see through any cover we throw at him.
- So maybe we could use that to our advantage.
- Hi. Thanks. - Thank you.
- Good to see you. - See you, then.
- Nate Schembri? You are Nate Schembri, right?
You played for Michigan, tight end, '05.
- Yeah. - Ethan Kelly, man, good to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
- Didn't you guys go to the National Championship game?
- Yeah, we did. We lost.
- I'm sorry, man. I actually had money on you guys.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Sorry about that. You play?
- Yeah, Harvard. - Oh.
Man, I broke so many fingers catching hot routes across the middle,
by the end of the season, I mean, my hands were like mitts.
Every time the temperature drops,
my knuckles look like a Newton's cradle.
- Cheers. - Yeah, man.
You as well.
- So what about now?
What's your racket?
- I actually run a private security business.
Excelsior Intelligence. - Hmm.
- You?
- Pharmaceuticals. AFG Labs. - Mm-mm.
No shit. I think I have a meeting with your boss,
uh, what is it, 12:30 on Tuesday.
- What? - Nothing.
It's a fuck-off meeting.
- I'm sorry?
- Jack's had a standing 1:00 lunch reservation
at Monte Bianco since before I signed up.
- Hmm. - Hasn't missed a saltimbocca
in a decade.
Well, I guess I'll have to be more impressive than prosciutto lined veal.
- Yes, you will. - Oh!
- Jesus! - Damn, did I?
I'm so... I got it all over your shirt.
That is... - No, it's, uh...
- You know what? Let's just put this right down here.
- It's fine. - Look, that is a disaster!
I'll bet they have a spare one in the back.
Why don't I go ask them? You are so cute!
- I'll be back in a minute. - Yeah.
- You don't go anywhere. - All right, I'll be here.
- Pleasure to meet you, man. - Pleasure to meet you.
- All right.
Well, you're no hooker.
Johnny Hooker? Robert Redford, "The Sting"?
- Oh.
Yeah, I'm more of a Paul Newman type.
- I bet.
Hold on.
You give me the wallet, and you leave.
And I don't call the cops.
- No, you're not as much fun as that goofy red hair makes you look.
- And you're not as charming
as that pseudo-Southern accent makes you sound, honey.
- And where does that leave us, sugar?
- I guess a little tired and irritated.
- I'm sorry, that's not my idea of a party.
You sure you know what to do in this situation, handsome?
- How was that?
- Unsatisfying.
- Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt.
I think you dropped that. - Oh.
Thanks. - You got it. Have a good night.
Chisari has a weak spot for this site.
I'm telling you, this is our way in.
Did you ever think you were gay?
- What?
- You know, in high school,
when the girls wouldn't pay attention to you,
and you start thinking, maybe it's something different...
- No. No, never thought that.
- Right, good, good. Me neither.
Oh.
Got a request from Chisari.
- I've been standing outside for 15 minutes.
Find someone who can find my car for me.
- Sorry, sir, your wife redeemed the ticket.
- My wife?
My wife is in Trinidad with my brother.
And vindictive bitch that she is,
I really doubt she came back here just to steal my fucking car.
- Is there a problem, sir?
- Yeah, yeah, there's a problem. There is a huge, car-sized problem.
- Well, I run security, so maybe there's something I can help you with.
- Well, you can help me find my car.
Hey, Eth, what's up?
- Hey, you got a second? I need you to borrow some satellites for me.
- Yeah, sure, what you got?
- I'm looking for a black '68 Mustang.
After market GPS rig, license place is 3 Juliet Tango.
- Nah.
Ain't seen nothing like that here.
- Well, it was probably a couple of hours ago.
Maybe one of your guys knows something.
- Just me and Smooch here grinding it out.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Hey, yo, Smooch? - Yeah, what?
- Opie over here is searching for a vehicle
of alleged purloined acquirement.
You know anything about that?
- '68 'stang, black?
- Yeah. - Tan leather seats?
Brought in by some Zoe Saldana looking thing?
- Yeah, that's right.
- No, I ain't seen nothing like that.
- There it be, Opie.
Mm-hmm.
- Where to?
- Couple hundred dollars, you tell me the last cab that came to this address
and where it was going.
- Well, look at you, Cracker Jack.
- You miss me? - Like a UTI.
- How much did you get for it? - Nothing.
I just like driving them into the Bay and watching them sink, you know?
- Mm-hmm.
68' 390 GT fastback.
I'm guessing about 110.
But Fig and Smooch aren't really running an auction house now, are they?
So 50? Maybe 55?
Please!
A Vortech V1 blower and a Paxton hat.
Aluminum valve covers and intake.
Original 8k dash tach.
Five-spoke Intro, 17" wheels. Damn!
- How can you see a classic like that in pieces?
- Yeah, wait till I start rattling off the product codes, precious.
- You know, McQueen used to drive that car,
you should have a little bit of respect.
- Well, let's all observe a moment of silence, then.
- Cash or cops?
- I already heard that one tonight.
- Maybe that's a sign that your life isn't heading in the ideal direction.
Can I have, uh, auto theft, please?
No, no, that's okay.
It's the wrong number.
Jesus.
Maybe you are driving them into the Bay.
Says here your phone bill's due.
- You wanna read my emails, too?
The guy deserved it, by the way.
He had his hands all up in my titties at the club.
- Oh, yeah?
Well, I guess it's been a disappointing night for him all round, then, hasn't it?
- Mm-mm. - Thanks.
This has actually been fun.
Here.
Get yourself a maid.
- Mom, what's wrong?
- Yeah, I'm trying to figure out which remote is for the audio.
The gray one, the black, or the silver?
- No, no.
Vivian, this number that you dialed,
is for emergencies only.
- So I'm supposed to just sit here and read all night?
- Why didn't you ask Evie?
- She's out with Billy.
- Wait, now? At midnight?
- Oh, please.
When you were 16, sometimes I wouldn't see you for days.
- She acts like it's a big deal, you know?
Like life would cease to exist if she wasn't around.
I mean, yeah, it's been okay having her here, but go do your thing.
Jeez, it's not a crime to have a job, you know?
- Yeah... - Plus, Grandma's here.
Although, I think that actually might have worked against me in this situation.
- Huh.
- Then a little baby alien exploded out of her chest
and started feasting on my grandma's face.
Jesus, Billy!
- Sorry, I just... - God, you're such a lightweight.
- Did you know my dad was working for your mom when he died?
- What?
- He wasn't even supposed to be working that night.
- Um...
No, I didn't know that.
- And she didn't even care. She just... used him.
- I'm sure that's not true.
- Till he was all used up.
- Um...
I'm gonna go get us some drinks, okay?
- Yeah.
- Hey. - Hi. Can I get a skinny beer, please?
- Hey.
One for me?
Digging that milk chocolate thing you got going on.
Hey!
- Billy?
Stop!
God, Billy, are you okay?
- What do you want?
- I just wanna talk.
- I'm billing the Bureau for the time, so talk.
- Can you just put down the gloves for a second?
Okay, Leni, all right, peace.
Peace, Leni, all right? I want peace.
- Fine. Is that it?
- Can I, um, can I come in?
Thanks.
What do you want me to say? I'm sorry?
That I should have turned down the promotion in protest?
- How about acting like Cleveland wasn't all my fault?
- It was all your fault.
It was your task force, Leni, not mine, not anyone else's.
It was yours.
You fucked up. And if you have to stay mad at me forever, then fine.
Tell me you want out and I'll let you out.
- What?
- Out.
If you want out, just say it,
and I'll call DC, have them send a replacement,
'cause I can't keep going on like this.
- If that's what you want.
- It's not what I want.
It's the last thing that I want.
Look, I'm sorry... I'm sorry I've been a dick,
but don't think I don't realize for one second
how... how lucky I am to have you here.
All right, and you deserve a second chance.
But right now, I am... I am in way over my head.
And I need you at 100%
'cause that's the only way this works.
- Thank you... for apologizing.
- Okay, good.
All right, have a good night.
- I just opened a bottle.
- Hi, this is Julian Chisari.
I have a reservation for tonight.
Yeah, I was wondering if I could request room 404.
Yeah, my, um, partner and I
just really love the gray wall color.
Really love gray.
Okay, thank you.
- You put the camera in the shower? - Yeah.
Okay, we're done.
- How does it feel to sleep with the boss?
- You tell me.
- Who was your last? - Boss?
- Come on, you know what I mean.
- A New York City fireman.
- Really?
- Honest to God, New York City fireman.
- Well...
how do I compete with that?
You don't.
How 'bout you?
- Me?
What?
You want me to regale you with tales of my many, many, many conquests?
- God, there it is, right there. - Hmm?
- How ridiculous you can be. That's why I knew I was in trouble.
- Come on, you miss me.
- Well, at least I understand now why you hired me.
- Oh, please. I barely had an orgasm.
Come on.
Shh.
Storm the castle.
- Oh, my God!
- Yes, my liege.
- Oh-oh.
Oh, yeah, get them right there.
Look at that guy, look at that guy.
- You're not... you're not...
- Wait a second, wait a second. - Oh, my God.
- Oh, come on, when you've been married as long as I have,
you gotta get ideas where you find 'em.
Oh!
- Is that...
- That's gotta hurt right there.
- How you doing?
- Good, I think.
Nice to be back.
- Yeah, any problems?
- My mother's insane.
- Well, I'll make a note of that in the case file.
- How about you? You ready?
- Yeah.
I briefed the guys at AFG Labs. They're playing ball.
- Good.
- So, uh, what's he like up close?
- Mm.
Typical dreamboat.
Confident, mysterious...
knows his first-gen American muscle.
- Is he gonna cause us any problems?
- They never do until they do.
- Well, we'll be waiting.
- Yeah.
Well, I'm gonna stay ready just in case.
And if I sleep, it's gonna be with my safety off tonight.
- What does that mean?
- Come on, Leni.
Sarah's disciplinary record.
My shooting reviews.
Those serial murders you botched in Cleveland.
We were hired because they had leverage on us.
On all of us.
I'm not gonna sit here and pretend that someone's got my back.
That's how you get two to the skull and tossed in the back of a trunk.
Keep your head up.
Yes, my liege!
- Impressed?
- Unfortunately, but I don't think your constituents will be.
- You are running for city council, right?
- Are you two insane? This is San Francisco.
I couldn't get elected if I wasn't fucking male prostitutes.
- Well, what would your husband think about that?
- We have an open marriage, piss-fuck.
He was probably sucking cock in the room next to me.
Holy shit!
Is that all you got?
Trying to blackmail an assistant U.S. Attorney with a sex tape?
Oh, you two shitheads are so fucked.
Whip out that video again, I'll show you how fucked you are.
- Ooh, hear that, Spud? He wants you to whip it out.
- You know, you might want to take a real close look
at the date on this I.D. Card of that kid you just defiled.
- Yeah, we would've got a copy of his driver's license,
but, you know, he doesn't have one yet.
- Jesus.
He said he was...
he said he was 18.
- I am sure that's gonna go over really well with the voters.
- Okay, here's what's gonna happen now.
We're gonna give you the serial numbers of some marked bills.
Talk to your friends at the Treasury.
Let us know when and where they show up.
Simple. - I don't have friends at the Treasury.
I worked a case there six months ago.
- Well, that's your problem...
piss-fuck.
There is nothing more frustrating
than forfeiting market position to leaks of trade practices and designs.
Now...
I know it's a little late in the morning, but if you would direct your attention...
- Thank you for coming in today, Mr. Kelly.
Feel free to leave your literature with my team.
- Sir, what if I told you that I know a wonderful Italian restaurant on Second?
It's not even open to the public yet.
They make a saltimbocca that makes Monte Bianco look like a Hungry-Man.
We could continue the conversation there, what do you say?
- My daughter is the head chef at Monte Bianco.
- Oh.
- Almost had it there, Harvard.
- It was a good pitch.
Just came in a little hard on the landing maybe.
- Yeah, thanks.
- Jack's a traditionalist.
But deep down, he knows you're not wrong.
- Wrong about what?
- This business is changing.
We've lost ground to Briar-Moore for seven straight quarters
due to people exactly like yourself.
And I'm starting to worry that if they get their new happy pill
out of preclin before we do,
I might have to start taking an adjunct gig at USF this fall.
- Well... let me know if they're hiring.
- Think I can do you one better.
Help me level the playing field.
Get me the bioinformatics on Briar-Moore's SSRI,
and I'll get Jack to reconsider his position.
- How did AFG go? - It was good, it was fine.
I need you to run a background check for me.
- Some more pharma folks?
- Nah.
Her.
Who's she?
Someone who might come in useful.
Get there. God damn it.
- Mm, they're up.
- How many do they have?
I got a match.
Got two matches.
- Two already.
- Another one, Erica Potter...
Jaclyn Parker...
Sloane Townsend...
Marilyn Cobb.
That last one's got warrants outstanding
for grand theft auto in Arizona and a B&E in South Carolina.
- Well, your friend is an interesting woman.
Or, should I say, "women"?
- That's all six.
- That was painless.
- Hey, good work.
Hold on.
- What? - I got something here.
- What, another match on Cybill? - What is that, six?
- No, seven. - This one's different.
Someone tried really hard to hide this one.
I found it sifting through the cache of the Oakland Police Department backlogs.
Looks like a ghosted imprint from the old arrest report.
- Wait a second.
Is that...
- Yeah.
- What the hell have you gotten us into?
- Hey, do you know who this is?
Jackie Hays.
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, I know Jackie Hays.
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