All language subtitles for Hart to Hart s03e22 Harts Strike Out.eng

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart,
a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady
who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy,
'cause when they met...

It was murder.

[♪♪]

- [Baseball sounds]
- [Crowd cheering]

["Take me out to the
ball game" playing]

[Man over radio] The Dodgers came
within inches of winning this ballgame

in the bottom of the ninth,

but a spectacular
sliding catch was fielded by Lonnie Smith.

Two on and two out
and a fly ball down the right field line

by Reggie Smith
kept the Phillies in it.

The 3-1 pitch to Monday...

A drive to right
field, back goes Smith

to the track, to the wall,

Monday's hit
it out! Dodgers win!

[Crowd cheers]

[Jennifer] We won! Ooh...

Oh.

Am I getting to first base?

Mm-hmm.

Second base?

Mm-hmm.

[Groaning]

- Third base?
- [Giggling] Uh-huh.

Homerun.

- You think?
- Mm-hmm.

- Darling.
- What?

[Clears throat]

Please, just don't send nine players
up to the plate.

[Both laughing]

[Phone ringing]

This better be important.

Hello?

Oh, hi, Stanley.

Why are you calling so late?

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Yeah.

Yeah, okay, Stanley. I'll, uh... I'll talk
to you tomorrow.

What happened?

You know Jack
fulton at the office?

Yes.

Well, he passed away.

He had a heart attack.

Oh, dear.

[Clicks tongue]

Oh, dear.

This is bill westfield,
one of my attorneys.

- This is Mrs. Fulton.
- How do you do?

- This is Jack's sister, Dorothy.
- How do you do?

- Jack's son, Jess.
- Hi, Jess.

- How you doing, Jess?
- I'm okay.

[Westfield] Hello, Jennifer.

I've ask bill to
oversee everything.

Uh, before we begin,
I'd just like to say one thing that, uh,

my relationship with
Jack was much more than

just an executive
here at the company.

You know that, I mean, you know that
he was my friend.

And Jennifer and I
would just like to extend

our deepest
sympathies to all of you.

- Thank you.
- Please, uh, sit.

I'll try to make
this as brief as possible, Mrs. Fulton.

Some years ago,
Jack made Jonathan

the sole executor of his estate.

So on Jonathan's behalf, I'll read the
will.

I, Jack fulton,
hereby bequeath all my worldly possessions

to my wife, Valerie.

This includes my life insurance,
my stocks and bonds, and cash on hand.

I leave the
care and trust of my son, Jess, to her

and know she will
wisely use this money

for his upbringing and education

as well as for her own support.

In addition, I wish
to leave a little keepsake to my son.

I pass on my
old collection of baseball cards to Jess.

I collected them
when I was a boy.

They're my fondest
memories of childhood.

I set my hand this
day, June fourth, 1975,

Jack fulton.

His
sister wasn't included in the bequest?

Well, I'm sorry that's...
That's all there is.

Well, Mr. Westfield, there...

Must be some
way for me to give some of the stocks

to Dorothy if I so choose.

[Jonathan] Valerie...

There are no stocks.

And there are no bonds.

Wha... what?

Mr. Hart, what
about insurance for Valerie and the boy?

Now, Jonathan, what
is all of this about?

My husband was
your vice president.

He and I lived very nicely.

And as concerned
as Jack was about this firm,

he wasn't that
concerned about his own business.

I tried to convince
him to buy some blue chips

and some t-bills,

but he just wouldn't
listen to me, Valerie.

I... I don't understand.

Look, we were never in debt.

There was always
plenty of cash on hand.

That's because
he borrowed on the insurance policies.

[Sighs]

Look, Jonathan, I don't mean to seem
maudlin but...

His was no pauper's funeral.

Mr. Hart...

Where did
the money for the funeral come from?

Oh, Jonathan.

Thank you.

Uh, would
you just excuse me for just a minute?

Uh, Dorothy?

Are you going
to be staying in town a few more days?

Yes, sure. Good.

I think you and Jess will help.

Valerie...

My brother
was to be the success in our family.

My father gave him
the best education.

He wanted him
to have every chance.

To leave you
and the boy penniless

is just such a waste.

[Sniffling]

Rex?

The wife got stuck
with a mortgage,

and the kid got a pile
of bubblegum cards.

That's all there was.

Yeah, no, I know.

All those years I did without...

For his education.

For his trips abroad.

And, uh...

I got nothing back.

I wasn't even in the will!

Yeah, well...

If you ordered champagne
from room service...

Cancel it.

May he rest in peace.

[Jess] So, Mr. Hart, how long have you
had that glove?

Why don't you try,
uh, uncle Jonathan?

All right.

Uncle Jonathan, how long?

Well, this glove, see, was modeled
after an old Joe DiMaggio glove.

Does that give you an idea?

Joe DiMaggio.

Doesn't he do coffee
pot commercials?

That's the man.

Okay, here's
a grounder to short.

Fly
it over here to first, and we'll get him!

He's out!

- [Jess laughing]
- This is a little late, don't you think?

Why don't we head
back for lunch, okay?

- Okay.
- I enjoyed that.

Ah! You two
major leaguers have a good catch?

Well, he's a major leaguer.

I need another season
in Albuquerque I think.

[Chuckling]

Would you mind if
I took him out for lunch?

Oh, no, that would be wonderful!

Good.

Come on, Jess,
I'll take you out, and we'll get a bite.

I'm not too hungry.

Oh, I'll tell you what.

Let's take a look at
that collection of cards

that your father left you.

I really don't feel like it.

You know, when I was a kid,

I collected
cards just like those.

I'd love to see them.

All right.

Here's the closet.

This must be it.

Well, let's have a look!

Oh, boy, is that heavy!

[Grunts]

Hey, there must be
10,000 cards in there!

So what?

Well, let's see
what you got here.

Look at this!

Hey!

Ted Williams.

Yogi berra.

Willie mays, one of
the all-time greats!

Huh.

Old-timers.

Old-timers, huh?

Well, I don't have any
use for them.

Mom wants them thrown out.

Why don't we just take it downstairs
and leave it for the garbage man?

Well, Jess, they're yours. I mean, you
can do with them what you want but, uh...

How about giving an old-timer a chance to
look at some of his childhood heroes, okay,

before you do that?

All right. Thanks.

That's, um, Ted Williams.

Well, I better get going.

Your favorite
nephew's in my bedroom with Jonathan.

Don't leave without
saying goodbye.

Okay, I wouldn't dream of it!

Joe DiMaggio.

Babe Ruth.

- Isn't that a candy bar?
- Yeah.

They named a candy
bar after him because he was so famous.

You know,
these cards are worth a lot of money.

I've heard that on the news.

- The news?
- Mm-hmm.

I've also read about
it in the wall street journal.

You know, see, any of these
cards that are over 25 years old,

they call them collectibles.

And they're a
terrific investment!

I mean, they could
be worth more than art, real estate, gold.

Your dad could be
sitting on a fortune here.

A fortune?

-I'm telling mom!
-Well, wait a minute. Let's wait for a second.

Let's find
out what these cards could be worth

before we say anything to her.

See if we can find
somebody that handles this kind of thing.

[Phone ringing]

[Announcer] The 3-1
pitch to Monday...

A drive to right
field, back goes Smith

to the track, to the
wall! Monday's hit it out!

McKenna sports memorabilia.

I'd like to get an idea of what an old
collection of baseballs cards is worth.

Tell me what you got.

The condition and the years.

Well, they're 30, 40,
50 years old,

in mint condition,
thousands of them.

[Jonathan] I've got
Hank Aaron's rookie card.

The, uh, original
Brooklyn Dodgers.

And, uh...

I've got a 1952 topps
card of Mickey mantle.

Well that '52 Mickey
mantle you got is going

for as much as 3,000 dollars.

Three thousand dollars?

For one card?

In 1952 you could buy six of those
cards and a stick of bubblegum,

you see what I was
telling you about?

Well, look, not
every card goes for that kind of money.

Only the superstars
and the old rare ones.

But it sounds like you're
sitting on about 250,000 dollars' worth.

A quarter of a million?

250,000 dollars' worth?

Well, uh, the owner
is very anxious to sell.

Well I can't handle
a sale that big,

but next Sunday at the miramar is the
annual California baseball card convention.

It's strictly cash.

And you'll find plenty of
eager buyers, traders, and sellers.

That's Sunday,

the miramar hotel,
card convention.

Right.

You know, you're lucky.

Most people either throw out their old
baseball cards

or have them
stuck up in closets,

and they don't even
know their real worth!

Right, well, uh, thanks
a lot, Mr. McKenna.

- Thank you.
- Bye-bye.

Well, let's get
this stuff back together.

It ought to be safe
and sound up here until Sunday, huh?

Stick that one in there.

250,000 dollars, see?

That is a fortune!

Did you pick up the
plane tickets home?

We're not going home... yet.

What do you mean "not yet"?

This room costs
80 dollars a night.

By Sunday night, I'll
buy you a whole floor.

Did you stop off at
the bar downstairs?

Do you know why this hotel is filling up
for the weekend?

[Scoffs]

Cause the circus came to town.

What are you talking about?

This hotel is filling
up for the weekend

because starting Sunday,

there is an annual baseball card
convention right in the grand ballroom.

You did stop off at
the bar downstairs.

No.

But I did stop off at
Jess's and Valerie's

for a little
family get together.

And we are going to be loaded

with a lot of very
valuable, very untraceable baseball cards

to sell here Sunday.

Does Valerie
know how valuable these cards are?

Well, she does now,
thanks to Jonathan hart.

But nobody knows I know.

Not only did my brother receive the
preferred treatment in our family,

but he also got lent
by me a lot of money

which he never paid back.

I also invested in a few stocks that
turned out to be losers that he suggested,

so the cards are just
a way of paying me back.

Well, you just
can't break in there

and steal them.

No.

No, I can't.

But...

I can keep in touch with Valerie

and find out when
she's going to be home

and when she's not
going to be home.

I was counting
on your reputation

for
breaking and entering to get the cards.

Is it really worth the risk?

Jonathan had them appraised.

How does
a quarter of a million dollars sound?

Like money in the bank.

[Both laughing]

Well...

I thought a picnic
with just the two of us would cheer us up.

We get five blocks
and the car overheats.

Should I get some
water for the radiator?

[Sighs] No.

I'll call the auto club.
They'll send a tow truck.

- I'll be right back.
- Okay.

Mom, help! Mom!

Mom!

Mom! Mom!

Get out! Get out!

[Screaming]

Mother.

Mother!

Oh, Jess.

Call the police!

Maybe we surprised them before they
got anything!

Oh, my neck.

[Jess] The cards!

Robber must've
messed with my cards!

Funny.

This suitcase weighs nothin'.

[Jess] All dad's cards are gone!

[Valarie] Gone?

Oh, Jess.

This is great.

Reggie Jackson
was right, there is big money in baseball.

It's the harts.

They're not gonna
convince me they're into baseball cards.

I swear I grabbed those
cards and got away clean.

If the harts find the
guy who just bought them,

he can describe us perfectly.

I assume there are
mugshots of you from coast to coast.

Well, I have no
intention of being a three-time loser.

So I'll find out buyer
before the harts do.

[Indistinct chatter]

["Take me out to the
ball game" playing]

[Inaudible]

[Inaudible]

Oh, no, thank you!

No, thanks.

Oh, darling, look at this!

The Chicago
cubs, isn't that sweet?

I'd like to buy that!

You? The cubs?

Oh, sure! I feel sorry for them.

- How much is this?
- Ninety-five dollars.

Ninety-five dollars?

Well, it was 1945.

That's the
last year the cubs won the pennant.

Well, thank you very much.

Ninety-five dollars?

I don't feel so sorry
for them anymore,

they already won the pennant.

Darling, why
don't you work this side of the room,

and I'll work that side.

Right.

Do you know
someone by the name of McKenna?

Oh, yes. This is he, right here.

Thanks very much.

You're welcome.

Mr. McKenna?

Excuse me.

Uh, I'm Jonathan hart.

We spoke on
the phone the other day

about that collection of cards?

Oh, right. Right.
I'm glad you made it.

You found a buyer for the cards?

No, I was
wondering if you could tell us whether

somebody else found
a buyer for the cards.

Somebody else? I don't get it.

Well, you see, um...

Our cards were stolen.

And we thought maybe the thief

came here to try to sell them.

Bujie... anybody
sell a mint collection

in the 250-grand range?

About, uh, 10,000 cards?

That's it.

Oh, the $3,000
mantle, babe Ruth, and Ted Williams?

Sounds like it.
Uh, who bought it?

A guy named wilbur.

I sold him a program
for the '48 world series.

Um... Oh, there he is.

Thanks very much.

Nice seeing you.

Hey, lady. How much is that, uh,

Washington senators penknife?

Well, the senators
are no longer a franchise,

so things are hard to get.

Uh, 50 bucks?

Sold.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Excuse me. Mr. Wilbur?

- Yes.
- My name is Jonathan hart.

How do you do?

I'd like to talk to you about

that collection
of cards that you bought.

- They're stolen.
- Stolen?

Yes, I'm sure that you
bought them in good faith.

And sold them in good faith.

So fast?

About 10 minutes ago.

I paid 260,000 for 'em
and turned right around

and found a buyer for 300,000.

Gentleman
named Brooklyn. Has a suite upstairs.

Well, uh, what
really concerns me

is who you bought them from.

[Wilbur] Thieves, huh?

I didn't get their names.

- They?
- Yes.

- There were two of them?
- That's right.

He was, uh, about 35, and...

[grunts]

[Woman screams]

[Man] Oh. Oh, my god.

I struck out.

Did the harts
catch up with wilbur?

- Not before I did.
- Listen, we gotta pack up

and get out of here, but fast.

Not too fast. Use your head.

Dear aunt Dorothy
should continue

to visit Valerie
and look in on little Jess now and then.

We'll leave in a week...

So you don't arouse suspicion.

Besides, it'll give us
a little time to shop.

For our trip to acapulco.

[Jonathan] He's alive.

But until he
can talk, the thief could be long gone.

Yes, gone, just like the cards.

Well, not "gone" gone.

Why not?

There's a Mr. Brooklyn

in this hotel
who bought them all.

Now, we told
Jess we'd get the cards back for him.

If Mr. Wilbur was
willing to sell them...

Then maybe Mr. Brooklyn will be.

Hello.

Mr. Brooklyn?

I'm Cary, his secretary.

Oh. We're Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

I was wondering if Mr. Brooklyn would
be interested

in selling that
collection of cards that he bought today.

Oh, Mr. Brooklyn
never sells his cards.

Oh, we'll make him
a very generous offer.

Surely he'd sell them to us.

Uh, perhaps you can
win the cards you want.

This may be too
rich for your blood,

but tomorrow night,
Mr. Brooklyn will be here

with several other
important collectors,

flipping their cards.

The country's
highest stakes match.

But I warn you, he's very good.

He's almost unbeatable.

You'll need a minimum of $1000
in cards to get into the game.

And a great deal of luck.

We'll be here.

It's formal. To get in,

just tell the security
guard the password.

It's "ebbets field."

[Chuckling]

Ebbets field? Flipping?

What's going on?

Let's get down
to the convention floor.

I gotta buy some cards so I can get in
the game and flip.

Darling, I think
you've already flipped.

Come on, will you?

[Jonathan] We
really did the right thing

by asking Jess to stay
here with us tonight.

Mm. I think so too.

Be a nice change of
pace for him.

Yeah, and with his
mother in the hospital and everything.

We really did
the best thing. Mm-hm.

Isn't that awful? Imagine. Tsk.

A thief stealing baseball cards.

- [Barking]
- Freeway?

Hey, freeway.

What's the matter?

- What's bothering you, boy?
- [Whimpering]

[Continues barking]

Uh, something must be wrong.

[Sobbing]

You're thinking
about your dad, hmm?

You miss him.

Yes, I do.

I've tried not to cry, but...

You know something?

What?

Sometimes, it's just, um...

Better to...

Just to cry.

Just let it go.

Uncle Jonathan?

Where is he?

He's in a special place, Jess.

Heaven?

I'm sure he must be there.

He's also in your heart.

You see, his...

His spirit will never leave you.

His spirit?

The special way that
he feels about you.

His love for you.

That'll never leave you.

Uncle Jonathan...

Can he see me?

It's possible.

You can see
him though, can't you?

All those special times you had with
him.

All those great days
you spent with your dad.

That's his spirit.

That'll be with you.

Always.

And forever.

You understand what I mean?

Yes. I do.

Now...

What I have to do...

Is to match that
card, and then I win.

You win. Very good, Mr. H.

Oh, I get it.

Thanks, Max.

I was a champ
in school, you know.

But that wasn't
exactly yesterday.

This Mr. Brooklyn
could clean you out.

Don't worry.
Uncle Jonathan's got the hang of it.

- [Phone ringing]
- Oh, thanks, Jess.

[Chuckles]
Here. Take a whirl at it.

Hart residence.

Just a second.

Hey, Jess. Your aunt Dorothy wants
to say hello to you.

Here, you try
a couple with me, darling.

Hi, aunt Dorothy.

Hi, Jess, how are you?

Well, I'm okay.

Jess, any luck
in catching the thief who stole your cards?

No, um, Mr. Hart found
out where the cards

finally ended up.

And he's gonna try
and win 'em back.

Win them? How's
he gonna do that?

Well, he was
the champ of school.

From what I hear, there's
a fortune in cards up for grabs.

I heard something
about a security guard

and a password.

Sounds like a big deal, huh?

Well, wish him luck for me.

Jess, I'm going to have to

head back to Detroit
in a couple of days,

so, um, how about catching
a double feature with me this afternoon?

Okay. Oh, no, you ask the harts.

Gonna take him
to the movies, it'll be good for my image.

Smart.

Okay, honey, that's great.

I'll pick you
up in about an hour.

Right. Bye-bye.

Do the harts have any clues about the
stolen cards?

Mm-mm.

But according to Jess,
Jonathan's going to try

to win a gold mine
in cards tonight at the hotel.

Hmm. He's gonna
try to win cards.

Yeah, and from
what I can gather,

there's a fortune involved.

Security guards
and that sort of thing.

Now, Jess describes Jonathan as some
sort of pro at it.

Well, if Mr. Hart's such
an expert at winning cards,

wouldn't you like to
be his partner in the haul?

What do you mean?

I risked going
back to jail for life...

To break into that fulton house.

Baby, we've come this far.

Let's grab all the cards

the harts are
trying to win tonight.

Rex, even if Jonathan wins a million
dollars' worth,

you think he's going
to hand them to us,

like so much charity?

He will if he thinks
we have the boy.

No. Kidnapping's going too far.

Take the boy to the
movies, bring him back here,

and don't let him go home.

I'll take care of the rest.

We've got our money, let's just back
off.

Listen to me.

You
asked me to steal for you, and I did.

You owe me.

Those cards are our
passport to security.

We can sell them all
across the country,

no questions asked.

You got it?

Okay.

Darling, you've already
beat me 30 times.

Tsk.

And besides, we absolutely must go
upstairs and get dressed.

Ah, you're right.

[Phone ringing]

- Hello?
- Mr. Hart?

Yes.

If you ever want
to see Jess again,

you better do
exactly what I say.

Where is he?

Jonathan...

Someone's got Jess.
They've kidnapped him.

Where is his aunt?

I wouldn't worry about his aunt.

I understand you're in a
high-stakes jackpot game tonight.

You now have a partner.

A partner?

Me. You'll be given
a time and a place

to drop off all
the cards you win.

You'll have
till sun-up to score.

No harm will come
to the boy if you cooperate.

And remember, you'll be watched.

So no cops.

And Mr. Hart, we do wanna see

your old schoolyard form.

Look, whoever you are...

There's no guarantee
I'll win the cards.

Then I can't
guarantee you'll ever see Jess again.

Good luck, champ.

Yeah?

Ebbets field.

Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

You did show up after all.

Well... i don't expect
you to last here very long.

Huh. Come. I'll introduce
you to Mr. Brooklyn.

- Mr. Brooklyn, the harts.
- Well...

- How do you do?
- How are you, Mr. Hart?

- My wife, Jennifer.
- How do you do?

- Mrs. Hart.
- Hey, your cap.

That's an original Brooklyn Dodgers
cap.

That is, before
the Brooklyn Dodgers moved to Los Angeles.

Moved, Mr. Hart?

The Dodgers never left Brooklyn.

My mistake.

Mm.

Well...

Is that to your satisfaction?

Mr. Hart... Let's flip cards.

This way, please.

Excuse me.

Uh, I'll be even.

Once, twice...

Three, shoot.

Odd. I win.

You go first.

Off the wall?

You do know how to flip off the wall, don't
you, Mr. Hart?

I've flipped
off the wall before.

Jonathan.

Hmm.

Now you put
a card against the wall.

It touches my card, you win.

If I touch your card, I win.

We'll continue
until the pot is taken.

[Brooklyn] I win.

Losers go first,
you might remember.

It's beginning
to come back to me.

I won.

[Applause] Pick it up, this one.

[Brooklyn] I won. Pick it up.

I won.

Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up. [Applause]

I won. Pick it up.

Uh, darling, will you
get me some more cards?

All right.

[Brooklyn] I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

I won. Pick it up.

Hey, keep a couple of cards.

Don't make me clean you out.

Pick those up for me.

[Jonathan] I won.

I won.

[Yawns]

I won.

[Jonathan] I won.

I won.

I won.

I won.

I won. I won.

A stake.

He's very good.

Darling... Hm.

- Mm. Wake up.
- [Groans]

Come on.

Are we cleaned out?

We cleaned him out.

Oh! Jonathan.

Would you like me
to take it to your car?

Yes, please. Thanks.

You okay, sweetheart?

Yeah.

We'll, uh, use the service
elevator, it's faster.

- [Yawns]
- Fine. We're in a hurry.

And we're tired.

It's on the left. Mm.

Uh, this isn't
the service elevator.

Considered the
cards delivered on schedule, Mr. Hart.

Where is he?

Get in.

You've already got
the ransom. Where is he?

He's not far. Get in.

[Jennifer] Jonathan!

Jonathan, are you all right?

Are you all right?

We got a little problem.

How we gonna find Jess?

He said he couldn't be far.

Maybe he's got
a room key on him.

Yes, but they're not
just gonna let you in the room.

Got it. 724.

Well, this seems to
be the only uniform

that'll get you
in and out of anywhere around here.

[Telephone ringing]

Hello?

No, this is Rex Stewart's room.

It's all right.

What did you find out?

The room is registered in the name of
Rex Stewart.

Be careful.

Who is it?

[Jonathan] It's Rex.

All right, Mr. Hart, I
figure both of us

could get off one shot.

Sweet aunt Dorothy.

Rex and I had a rendezvous,

so I knew
it wasn't him at the door. Where is he?

He's with security.
Real security.

Is he all right?

He's just sleeping.

Walk over there and
put the gun down.

Here are your cards.

Jess,

wake up.

Uncle Jonathan.

It's all right, Jess.

Just do what she says.

Go over there and pick
up the suitcase, and come over here by me.

You've got your
cards. Why don't you leave him here?

Uh-uh.

He's gonna
go with me until I get out of the hotel.

I assume
security's involved the police by now.

Gonna head toward the elevators.

Hold it!

Come here, Jess.

Mrs. Hart and
I planned a little rendezvous of our own.

Right, Valerie. You're welcome.

Bye-bye.

Well... a dealer made Valerie

a substantial offer
on those baseball cards, and she accepted.

Oh, terrific.

Yeah. Should we have a drink?

Absolutely.

Selling those baseball cards

is definitely something
to celebrate.

You know,
I had a collection of cards just like that

when I was a kid growing up.

- You did?
- Mm-hm.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Yeah, then I fell
in love with this girl, Cynthia derefinko.

Oh. Then what happened?

Well, she
thought it was a little immature for me

to be collecting
baseball cards, so I threw them all out.

I think I hate
Cynthia derefinko.

Well, was she
at least attractive?

Not as pretty as Mickey mantle.

Oh. Well, don't think
of it that way, darling.

Don't think of it as
if you've lost an investment,

think of it as if
she gave you a lot of

wonderful high school memories.

What are those?

Well, you know,
holding hands, necking in the movies.

Oh, she wouldn't let me neck with her
in the movies.

She wouldn't?

No. She said nice
girls don't do that.

Oh.

So now I don't
have any memories.

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