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Please follow
all warnings posted.

Reminder, there is no smoking
in the station

or in the trains at any point.

Violators will be prosecuted.

A train is approaching.

Please stand clear
of the platform.

Now boarding 28th Street.

Please step back. Doors closing.

Please clear the doors.

Next stop, Penn Station.

I'm getting off
at the next stop.

You can have this seat.

Thank you.

Hey, old man.
What's in the box?

What's in the cigar box?

You're the one.

It's you.

You remember me?

Hey, man,
leave him alone.

That's right, back off.
Leave him alone.

You and I are getting
off at the next stop.

Now arriving at Penn Station.

WOMAN; Now arriving at Penn Station.

Passengers, please exit.

I think he's hurt.
I think he's hurt.

Call 911.

Reminder, there is
no smoking in the station

or in the trains at any point.

Violators will be prosecuted.

Where is she?
There.

Ellie!
Mom!

Are you okay?

Please follow
all warnings posted.

Hey, Mac,
bet you a cup of coffee,

this is the most
interesting crime scene

you'll go to all week.

You sound confident.

Obviously, you know
something I don't.

Do you want to tell him?
No, please.

All right.
If you had to guess,

how old do you say
our victim is?

Late 70s, early 80s maybe?

Doc? Mid-30s would be
closer to the truth.

What?
Yeah.

And he's a woman.

I like my coffee black,
no sugar.

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Reminder, there
is no smoking in the station

or in the trains...

No ID on our vic.

Shooter's been described as
Caucasian male, 30s,

roughly six foot,
black hair, blue eyes.

Got a witness
working with a sketch artist.

And we're checking
with the Transit Bureau

about surveillance
from the platform.

From what I'm told,
the confrontation started

when the old man got on
the train at 28th Street.

There any indication our suspect
knew the old man was a woman?

No. No one seemed
to have a clue.

When the train pulled in here,
they both got off.

Everybody heard
a single gunshot,

but nobody got a look
at the gun.

Stellate lacerations
suggest it was close contact.

Which explains why
no one saw a gun.

The shooter concealed it, pulled
the victim close, and fired.

That makes sense but...

there's no a trace of GSR.

Witnesses heard gunfire,

and the victim appears
to have been shot,

but we have evidence suggesting

a gun is not the murder weapon.

The old man was sitting
right there.

And I was standing right here.

And the guy with the gun
came from over there.

He wanted to know
what was in the cigar box.

Did it seem like
they knew each other?

I guess.

He asked the old man
if he remembered him.

And he smelled bad,

like beer and fish.

I remember The old man?
'cause he lost his balance. No, the other guy.

Put his hand
on the window right there.

Hey, old man.

What's in the box?

Possible print.
Yep.

How about a gun, Ellie?
Did you see a gun?

No, but I heard the sound.

Kind of like what you hear
in the movies

when the bad guys
have a silencer.

Hmm. Yeah. Kind of like a...

Yeah, but only once.

Then there was a lot of blood.

The red line from Penn Station

to Time Square-42nd Street
is temporarily closed.

I think we're good.

Thanks, Ellie.

We apologize
for this inconvenience.

You did good, kiddo.

I have one more question.

Step into my office.

Here you go, miss.
Thank you.

Thank you.

All right, what were you
doing on that train, Ellie?

You were supposed
to be at school.

I was going home.
I didn't feel good.

Okay, Ellie, you have never
lied to me. Don't start now.

Why do you think I'm lying?

I don't want this.
I don't like it.

All right, if you'd been sick,

I would have gotten
a call from school.

Did you even go to school?

Oh, Ellie, why were you there?

Were you meeting someone?

Do your friends Lacey or Ann
have anything to do with this?

No! Why don't you
like my friends?

Oh, stop it, Ellie.

That's not true
and you know it.

Don't change the subject.

Where were you going?

I don't want you
to be mad at me.

I'm trying really hard
not to be mad at you.

Okay, Ellie,

what you witnessed this morning
was horrible,

but I can't shake the idea

that something worse could have
happened on that train.

You could've gotten hurt.

Okay, we made a pact:

Honesty, no matter what.

I need you to tell me
the truth, Ellie.

Why were you on that train?

Come on, Ellie, you can tell me.

I was going to visit my mom.

My real mom.

Oh, Ellie.

Isolated cryogenics?

Trauma to the inferior vena cava
led to massive hemorrhaging.

The COD's exsanguination;

She bled out.

Now, your assessment
was correct.

Wound characteristics
are consistent

with close contact gunshot.

However, there's no GSR.

And get this, no bullet.

The wound's not a
through and through.

Somebody dig it out?

Wound track appears
undisturbed.

Sid, how does somebody suffer a
bullet wound without a bullet?

A possible weapon
with the same force?

And just to complicate things,

the tissue and organs
surrounding the wound

were frozen on impact.

How is that possible?

I don't know.

The victim was thawing
right here on the table.

Now, I've been doing this job

too many years to mention,
and in all that time,

the weapon that caused
that injury

is one that I've never seen.

Our suspect's palm print

off the glass of our train...

got me absolutely nothing
in AFIS.

That's just weird.

What?

Any thoughts on why our vic
was wearing a mask?

And this isn't some kind of
costume party kinda thing.

The newspaper bundles
recovered from the cigar box

are the same shape
and size as money.

All right, so our
shooter wanted the cash,

realizes it's fake, and...

I don't think so

'cause the witnesses all said

that he never even touched
the box.

And nobody saw
what was inside it.

But why kill her?

She clearly wanted to look
like someone else.

If she needed a disguise,

why a mask of some old guy?

And older person
would seem more innocent

and nonthreatening,
which would make you believe

that she was definitely
up to something.

Maybe she was just an actress
on her way to an audition?

Oh, man.

Hey, come on.
That's not right.

Don't do that. Stop.
What?

He's just messing with the
age-progression software.

I wouldn't look.

Is that me?!

That's not funny!

I didn't do it.
Yeah, but you're laughing.

Well...

You're gonna be married to her.

Oh, God.

We're growing old together.

Boss, one o'clock.

What is happening in here?

We were, well, while these guys
were, uh, goofing around,

I recovered a rust-like
substance

from the vic's sweater.

More than likely transfer
from the murder weapon.

Rust, huh?
Yeah.

I think you need

a distinct chemical
composition.

You'll be staring at a
big fat dead end, chief.

Crime scene evidence, Detective.
Oh.

Uh, there was no hit in CODIS
from the blood on the platform.

And Danny's print
from the train... dead end.

But I did manage to
find a partial print

on the adhesive tape
on the cigar box.

And I'm thinking since our vic
was wearing a mask,

she was probably
up to something,

and she might have a record.

Right, which we won't
find anytime soon because

our vic is still a Jane Doe

and I ran Sid's ten card
and we didn't get an ID.

So if that print you
recovered is hers,

it's not gonna get us a name.

I'm your wife, okay?
You don't have to turn on me.

You started this.

You don't need to do that to me.

I'm just doing my job.

You three done?

Sorry.

Okay, let's get an ID

on our Jane Doe.

Hunting down a location

where this mask was purchased

might be a good place to start.

The quality of the material
suggests it was custom-made,

not something you find
on a costume store shelf.

There may be transfer
on these items

that will get us
to a murder weapon.

Danny, that palm print?

Let's see if you we can run it
for trace.

Maybe we can find something
that'll tell us

where our killer works,
lives or hangs out.

This stuff was collected

at the crime scene
after we left.

It belongs to our Jane Doe.

Danny, get your phone out
and let's record this.

Yeah.
Put it on speaker.

Go ahead.

Hello?

Who's this?

Who are you trying
to reach, sir?

My wife Renee.

Who the hell are you?!

That's Renee.

I don't understand.
What-what happened?

There was a struggle on the
subway platform in Penn Station.

No...

No, that doesn't make sense.

My wife is supposed
to be on a plane to Miami.

She's a flight attendant.

I dropped her off at JFK
this morning.

We' j just begun
our investigation, Mr. Garrity.

We have a lot of questions.

I don't-I don't...
I don't get it.

What was she doing there?

Well, that's what we're trying
to find out.

Was there anything strange about
her behavior this morning?

Anything that might
have seemed like nothing

at the time, but could
help explain all this?

No. She was...

herself.

We'd like to talk to
her family, her friends.

There is no family.

She was an only child. Uh...

never knew her mom or...

Her dad died before we met.

I don't actually think
I've met any of her friends.

She'd talk to them
on the phone, though, but I...

Well, I'd like to
get those names.

I only know their first names.

She... she always called them.

We just got married
six months ago.

We only knew each other
for three months before that.

I-I dropped her off

at the airport this morning.

Look, would it be all right
if I went in there?

I'd just like to say good-bye.

Sure. I'll give you
a few minutes alone.

Come on.

So I ran down
all the information

Garrity gave us on his wife...

her maiden name, Wescott,
former addresses,

her social security number.

Either he's lying to us

or he doesn't know
who he married.

She's not Renee Wescott?

No.

Renee Wescott died 12 years ago.

You're doing a lot
of damage in here.

Yeah, I was looking
for something

that would fire
like a gun with no GSR

and a possible projectile
that could be jammed

or didn't exist at all.

So, these are all
cartridge-driven devices.

Staple gun, nail gun...

Some of these would be
pretty tough to conceal.

I'm desperate to find something

that matches
our victim's injury.

A vole captive bolt device?
Mm-hmm.

Even when these are unloaded

they jet forward
with a lot of force.

That could explain why

there was no projectile
in the wound.

And it closely mimics
our victim's wound track.

But Sid said
that the tissue and organs

around the wound were frozen,

and that didn't happen
in any of these cases.

Okay, so what would
'cause it freeze?

Could any of these
shoot liquid nitrogen?

No.

But you know what?

Adiabatic cooling is possible.

The high pressure injection

and expansion of any compressed
gas would cause freezing.

That's it.

Great. So then what kind of
weapon are we looking for?

I have no idea, but we're a hell
of a lot closer

than before I butchered
all these guys.

Thanks, Lindsay.

I hear our little old man
is back to being a Jane Doe?

Yes.

And for a short while
today our Jane Doe

was a 68-year-old

African-American woman
named Renee Wescott.

Hmm. Even our victim's
husband, Harvin Garrity,

had no idea she wasn't
who she said she was.

Sounds like she's a master
of disguise.

I think identity thief
was her chosen profession.

That mask and

phony stack of bills
reeks of something bigger.

We just to need to prove it.

Yeah.

How's Ellie?

I grounded her to the Bullpen.

Forcing her to read
science journals.

What she witnessed today
will stick with her

for a little while,
but she's fine.

And how are you?

I think I messed up, Mac.

You know what all my friends
keep saying to me?

"Jo, you know, when most people
get divorced,

"they just rebound into some
awful relationship

"or they spend all their money
traveling through Europe

trying to find themselves,
but you... you adopt a child."

You're stalling, Jo.

Why don't you get to the part
where you mess u up.

Man, you run
a tough confessional.

You know, I kept thinking
that I was gonna tell Ellie

all the details
about her mother,

how she was adopted,
how she became my daughter,

and I just never could
find the right time.

And I thought she was
too young to understand.

So I just painted a pretty
picture, you know,

told her her mother's name
and where she lived,

and hoped it would all go away
until I was ready.

You were scared it would
change how she felt about you.

Yeah.

And now I've-I've
run out of time,

because the child was on a
subway heading to Penn Station

to catch a train
to Danbury, Connecticut,

to visit her mother.

And I had no idea, Mac.
She never said a word to me.

She sounds like a very
determined little girl.

Determined? She's lost her mind.

She skipped school
and bought a train ticket.

Lied to me.

Mac, this is the part
where you say to me,

"Oh, Jo, stop feeling so guilty

'cause you never
told her the truth."

You didn't mess up, Jo.

You just complicated
things a little bit.

You do realize there's a window
of opportunity here, don't you?

You gotta tell Ellie the truth.

Mac, I don't think
I can say it.

Well, it looks like
you got reinforcements.

Maybe these guys can help.

Oh, Tyler.

Oh, great.

Ex-husband.

Mom, a week ago,

Ellie asked me how far
Danbury, Connecticut was.

I thought it was
part of her homework.

You couldn't have known, Tyler.

She kept it all to herself.

You didn't have to come
all the way down here, Russ.

Tyler and I were having lunch
when Ellie called.

She sounded pretty upset.

Is Ellie okay?

Pretty tough day
for a 12-year-old girl.

Hey, son, why don't you give
your mom and I a minute, okay?

Tyler, why don't you
take Ellie home,

and I'll check in
with you guys later?

Sure.

I love you.
Love you.

Sounds like this morning was
a little rough on you, too.

Okay, Russ, really, we don't
need to overthink this.

Jo. I'm worried about you.

Me?

Well, you're great at
playing the brave one,

keeping a stiff upper lip.

This isn't going away.

Ellie wants to see her
biological mother,

and I know it scares
the hell out of you.

What, you have
a little black book

listing all the weaknesses
of the ex-wife? No.

It's a list of all the things
that I adore about you.

And I care.

Mac.

Print from the tape on
the cigar box got a hit.

Quincy Willis.

Lindsay, it says he died
in prison three months ago.

I know, but it's at
least a lead, right?

He was convicted
of a federal crime,

so I'm trying to get the FBI
to rush a confidential file.

I was hoping, maybe, you could
throw your muscle around?

I can do better than that.

There's an FBI agent
in the lab right now.

Quincy Willis
was a master of disguise.

Proficient at identity theft,

forgery, counterfeiting.

One of the most notorious con
artists on the Eastern seaboard.

Old-school.

This face
look familiar to you?

Got to be Quincy's daughter,
Sabrina Willis.

He taught her
everything he knew.

So why isn't she in
any crime database?

Took 15 years
for us to catch Quincy.

He doesn't make
the kind of mistakes

that made it easy.
You know.

And you're thinking like
father, like daughter...

she's picking up where
Quincy left off.

Well, something
got her murdered.

This is Harvin Garrity.

Married our vic six months ago.

Nothing about him rings a bell.

My guess is

he's just another dupe.

Probably has money,

and Sabrina's just stockpiling

all she can
for that retirement fund.

Con artists aren't big savers.

It's the pleasure of the game.

It's an addiction.

Look.

This bundle of newspaper
wrapped in rubber bands

was Quincy's trademark.

Size and shape of money,
roughly the same weight.

Put real cash on the top and
bottom, the rest is easy.

If Sabrina Willis
was working her magic

in the city, I guarantee

there's a collection of marks
out there licking their wounds,

sorry they ever met her.

Well, where are they?

'Cause we don't
have a case file

or a complaint,
or a description

or anything that would suggest

that this girl was out there
conning anybody.

That's because our search

has been centered on
a young blonde woman...

when all along we should
have been looking for

the crimes
of an 80-year-old man.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'll never
forget that little weasel.

He scammed a hole bunch of us.

We were waiting in line
for concert tickets.

What's it worth to you?

Not to wait in this line.

I got a connection inside
that can get you tickets.

- Just huh..
- No, that's okay

By the time you
get to that window

all the good seats
are gonna be gone.

Just seemed like
a nice old man.

So the kid went for it.

One ticket.

$20...
when you get back.

Yeah. Yeah.

All right, he goes,
he comes back.

He gives the kid one
ticket. Great seat.

The rest was easy.

All right, you said $120, right?
Yeah, yeah.

All right, there you go.
I got it. All right.

And once he had everybody's money,
he never came back. Yeah.

And the kid
with the concert ticket,

he disappeared, too.
I mean, he was in on it.

That's why they call it
a confidence game, Mr. Fisk.

They get you to believe
and then they take you.

Yeah.

Never even got to see
the concert.

He's dead?

Well, let's just say
he's not out there

scamming people anymore.

Filed that complaint a year ago.
I thought it was a lost cause.

Imagine you didn't get my

watch and my cash back.
No.

That's what I get for
feeling sorry for the guy.

You all right?
Yeah.

You need some help?

I need to get some cash to
a buddy around the corner.

Bunch of guys saw me get
the money out of the ATM.

I think they plan on taking me.

Try to help a guy out, right?

He had the whole thing planned.

There.

No, no, no, no.

It's better if you carry
it close to your body.

Hide it.
Like...?

Y-you better give
me your wallet.

Watch, too.

They might take it.

I was so stupid.

I should've known.

Wrap it in the newspaper, like this.
Okay.

Tuck it down the
back of your pants.

So he gives me
back the newspaper,

and I do what he tells me,

only there was no guy
around the corner.

There's no thugs, either.

So, I go back to find the
old man, and he's gone.

He made the switch
when he showed you

how to carry the money.

The rocks were roughly

the same weight as your wallet
and your watch.

Makes it a little tough
to extend a hand

to a stranger
who might really need it.

Mr. Wendle, you ever seen
the movie The Sting?

It's on TV all the time.

Always catch it in the middle.

Well, maybe you want to
watch it from the beginning.

Okay.

For every one person
who filed a report,

there's got to be
ten times as many who didn't.

It's embarrassing to be duped.

But at some point in every scam,

there's the opportunity
to walk away, or say no.

And then if you don't,
who do you blame?

It's a shame.

Some of these people
were taken for change,

but others lost thousands.

I wanted to tell him that the
old man wasn't even an old man.

But I couldn't.

Didn't want to add insult
to injury.

Think it matters?

Yeah, I do.
I mean,

one more layer of deception.

That would tick me off.

Maybe our killer found out.

Thanks for the coffee.

Thanks for stopping by
to check on Ellie.

She's a great kid.

You did good, Jo.

Kinda jealous we didn't
adopt her together.

Well, that wouldn't have been
the solution to our problems.

I don't know,
she's kinda magical.

Yeah.

It's going to be a little
rough for you this morning.

You want me to stick around?

For once I'd love for you
to come to the rescue

and do the hard part.

And I could just sweep in
when it's time for the hugs.

No, this one
I gotta do on my own.

Okay. Well...

Good luck.

I'll check on you later, okay?

Mom?

Aren't you going to work?

No, honey, you know what? I
thought maybe I would take you

to meet your
biological mother today.

Really?

Yep.

First I need to tell you
something, though.

Sit down.

Your mother, Gina Baker,

was very young
when you were born.

And she'd had a pretty
rough life, I mean...

She'd spent time
in juvenile detention,

and she was arrested
for petty crimes.

She had an addiction problem.

She was a drug addict?

Yes.

We learned in school that

babies whose mothers used drugs
were... drug addicts, too.

Was I?

You had what they call
prenatal cocaine exposure,

which resulted in you being born
premature and underweight.

But, God, you were just
so strong, and such a fighter,

that you... you grew up to be a
healthy, beautiful young lady.

Is she better now?

Gina's in prison, honey.

You said she lived
in Connecticut.

She's in federal prison there.

She was involved in a murder

with some really
bad people, Ellie.

And I'm the one
who put her away.

Will she ever get out?

I don't know. Maybe.

So...

you adopted me
because you felt guilty?

Oh, no, honey, no.

Gina didn't have any family.

And nobody knew who your
biological father was,

so you would have ended up
with Child Services

and ultimately foster care.

I adopted you
because you needed me.

And because I needed you.

Our murder weapon.

It's an HPK knife.

A cartridge in the handle

expels a freezing ball
of compressed gas.

The gunshot sound
witnesses heard

was the release of gas
and the bullet was air,

the forced movement of the gas.

Which explains why Sid
found frozen tissue.

The high pressure
release of the gas

freezes the tissues and organs

surrounding the point
of injection.

Divers, hunters,

the military,

outdoor survivalists

use this knife for protection
against predators.

Beneath water,

a shark is stabbed.

The gas expands

creating a temporary
wound cavity.

The animal becomes buoyant,
floats to the surface

and no blood is expelled
to attract other predators.

It narrows our suspect pool,
but not by much.

All right,
but we made a connection.

The trace that Adam found on

the vic's clothing
is a match to trace

that I found on
the partial palm print.

It's Halomonas
titanicae bacterium.

First discovered in the sunken
remains of the Titanic.

Also forms on wrought iron
and vanadium steel.

Which we found on the vic's
palm print left on the window.

That brings us to rusticles.

Underwater icicles.

They can only form at depths
below 230 feet.

So our suspect must be
a professional diver,

because very few are certified
to dive at this depth.

Which brings us
back to vanadium steel.

Although it's not
manufactured anymore,

it was used to build
World War II German U-boats.

And there's a sunken
German U-boat

off the shore of New Jersey.

We find a certified
diver who explored that U-boat

and carries this weapon,
that could be our killer.

Find him.

Hey, Ronnie, get
that loaded up.

How you doing?

Hey. You know where we
can find Jayson Luck?

He was just here.

Thanks, buddy.

Jayson, we just
want to talk with you.

NYPD. Show us your hands now!

Do me a favor and move.
Go ahead.

How much money
were you taken for, Jayson?

I'm not sure
what you're talking about.

We have a body in the morgue

and plenty of witnesses who
can ID you as the killer.

So I'm not asking if you did it.

I'm here for motive.

So let's try this again.

How much money
were you taken for?

$50,000.

Swindled by a girl
I thought I was in love with.

Sabrina Willis?

I didn't know her by that name.

I met her
when she was bartending.

A dive in the Village.

In a matter of weeks
we were dating.

I went to the bar every night.

I know it sounds crazy,
but I was in love with her.

You never questioned
why things moved so quickly?

No.

I was a lonely guy.

She was a very hot girl.

How did she take your money?

Looking back now, I can see...

I was just so stupid.

Do you want to do
something risky?

What are you talking about?

I overheard those two
guys over there talking.

She said they had a plan

to rob this rich old man
of his money.

He carries $50,000 cash

in a cigar box.

Makes withdrawals from his bank

the same time every day.

Heads for the track.

So the idea was to rob
him before they did?

It was so easy.

Until I got back
to the bar that night.

Hey.
They found out.

They came back for the money.

They didn't believe
I didn't have it.

What are you... what are you talking about?
What happened?

Who did this to you?
They went after the old man,

but he didn't have the money.
He told them he was robbed.

The must have put
two and two together

and realized I overheard
their conversation.

They want the money or they're
going to come back and kill me.

What?!

Where is it?

It's all newspaper!

Where's the money, Jayson?
I don't know. I just opened it now.

They're going to come back
and kill me!

What are we going to do?!

So you cleaned out your savings.

Yeah. I sold my truck,
my guitar,

borrowed from my brother even.

I gave it all to her.

Never saw her again.

For a couple days I thought
that they did kill her.

I went by the bar,

hung around the neighborhood
she said she lived in.

Filed a missing persons report.

Took a week,
and then it dawned on me.

It was just part of a big scam.

The two guys in the bar
had nothing to do with it.

She made up the whole story.

She knew all along

that you would come back
with a box full of paper.

The cuts and bruises,
fake... makeup.

Then yesterday happened.

At first, I saw the box.

How could you be sure
it was the same one?

'Cause I remember the tape
that was holding it together.

Then I stood up...

I'll never forget it.

That first moment that I knew
that she was the old man...

I loved the way she smelled.

And there was this strand
of blonde hair.

You...

I didn't plan on killing her.

I don't even remember pulling
the knife out of my bag.

She do this to anybody else?

A few.

Hey, Detective?

Do me a favor?

Tell my brother that I'm sorry.

He needed that money.

I'm not going to be able
to pay him back.

I'll tell him.

Mom?
Yeah?

I don't want to do this.

I don't need to see her.

Did you change your mind
because of what I told you?

No. I'm glad you told me.

This all started
because of Ashlyn Cooper.

Who's Ashlyn Cooper?

A girl at school.

But she looks like her mom.

They have the same blonde hair,
blue eyes, same nose.

I won't grow up
to look like you.

So I-I just...

You just wanted to see
what you might look like

when you grow up.

That's all I was
really thinking about

when I was on the train.

But today, I'm kind of scared,

and I don't know what I'd say.

Okay.

We'll go another time.

We'll go when you're ready.

Okay.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

Forgot my homework.

Left myself a Post-it on my desk
so I wouldn't forget,

and, of course, I forgot.

On your desk?

Okay, thank you.
Yes, it's a mess, I know.

How'd it go?

It didn't.

Ellie changed her mind.

Teenagers.

Yep. That about sums it up.

Mac, you need to get married
and have kids

so I don't have to go through
all these challenges alone.

Have you lost your mind?

Yeah, don't get married.
Just adopt a child.

Children are wonderful.

Misery loves company, huh?

You'd make a great father.

Jo, stop.

Don't you ever think
about being a grandfather?

Hey, if I buy you
a burger and a beer,

will you stop talking?

Done. You know I have a weakness
for food.

Let's get a real juicy, greasy
hamburger with a light beer.

- You would make a great father.
- Jo...

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