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(MultiCom Jingle)

(orchestral music)

(splashing)

- How's that, Challenger?

Give it a try.

(roaring)

You, on the other hand, get lost.

- [Challenger] Here we go, I hope.

- Any luck?

- We'll soon have enough
water in the treehouse,

more than you could ever wish for.

- Well, if you can heat it,
Marguerite will love you.

- Well, that's the easy bit.

(roaring)

- Little T-Rex coming our way.

- I don't think so.

- Hey, water.

Water everywhere.

Need to get this outtake pipe fixed

and now we can start filling
the tank for the treehouse.

(banging)

- Marguerite and Roxton?

- Inland sea, the other way.

- I wonder who it could be.

(suspenseful music)

- Good Lord, is that a person?

- Come on.

(gun shot)

(roaring)

- More fire, Malone.

- We must be nuts.

- That's a relief, it's not human.

- Challenger.

- What on earth?

Who would do a thing like this?

- I don't know.

Raptor's not exactly my idea of an entree.

- It looks like something
out of a medical school,

completely disemboweled.

- And look at this.

- What kind of a knife is that?

(Malone groans)

What is it, Malone?

(gasping)

(woman screaming)

(suspenseful music)

- [Narrator] At the dawn
of the last century,

a band of explorers searched
for a prehistoric world.

Driven by ambition, secret
desires, a thirst for adventure,

and seeking the ultimate story,

they are befriended by an untamed beauty,

stranded in a strange and savage land.

Each day is a desperate
search for a way out

of The Lost World.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(gun shots)

(roaring)

(roaring)

(bell tolling)

- Bill, what's that?

It's a woman.

What have you done?

What have you done?

- It's the Ripper.

- He's got a knife, come on.

It's the Ripper!

(men yelling)

- It's Jack the Ripper.

We got him, lads.

Come on.

(men yelling)

Sweep the leg.

Come on, lads, sweep the leg.

(dog barking)

(men yelling)

- [Man] Where'd he go?

- He can't be far away.

(dog barking)

A coachman, the Ripper's
a bleeding coachman.

- Up the stairs.

Oy, there he is.

- He's at the bridge.

- We got him, lads.

We got him.

(clanking)

- It's all right, it's me, Challenger.

- Get that knife away from me.

- The knife?

Keep breathing, deep breaths.

- I was in London.

I was running for my life.

They were trying to kill me.

- London? Who was trying to kill you?

- A mob of workers.

They said I was Jack the Ripper.

- The infamous killer who
stalked the East End of London?

You're saying this knife conjured images

of his horrendous murders.

- There was a dead woman in an alley way.

I had that knife in my hand.

Oh God, it was a nightmare.

I was dressed like a coachman.

- Coachman?

John Netley, a coachman in
the service of Queen Victoria.

Good heavens.

- I don't understand.

Tell me what's going on.

What happened?

- I don't know that I can, Malone.

It seems that during
your stay away from us,

you've developed powers
you never had before.

- You mean like my headaches
and the dreams I've been having

since you brought me back?

- Yes, could be part of it all.

I mean, it is possible that in your stay

at the so-called spirit world,

you tapped into its supernatural power.

Certainly seemed to have developed
some sort of sixth sense.

- What are you saying?

I've become psychic?

- Psychometry is the ability
to receive facts or impressions

about a person from an
object they once possessed.

- Are you saying that knife once belonged

to Jack the Ripper?

- Well, it's possible,
which means that it was used

to commit five brutal murders.

- But I was the Ripper.

- No, not you.

The coachman John Netley was
one of a number of suspects

in these as-yet unsolved homicides.

When you touched the knife,

somehow you managed to capture
the persona of the killer.

- But how would Jack the
Ripper's knife get here

on the plateau?

- Well, that's a question for these people

we're trying to follow,
if we ever find them.

Two of them, would you say?

- Yeah, walking around in circles.

- I assume they're
trying to make their way

back to their camp.

Oh, no.

Look, now they've split up.

- What do we do now?

If we continue on like this,

we'll soon be as lost as they are.

- Right so, and I suggest
we make our way back

to the treehouse, get the others,
and mount a proper search.

- Good idea.

- [Man] Hello up there.

Anybody home?

- Who is it?

- I'm a doctor.

William Gull.

My expedition was attacked by dinosaurs.

Everybody fled in panic and
I got lost in the shuffle.

- Stay right there, I'll be right down.

Oh, don't touch the electric fence.

- Oh!

Ha!

- It does a pretty good
job out unwanted dinosaurs.

- Wow, it's really very ingenious.

As I was saying, my companions and I,

we came here several months ago

to study the fabulous
plant and animal life.

- How far away is your camp?

- Well, I don't know.

We were attacked by a T-Rex.

We just abandoned everything.

I'm, uh,

I'm really quite lost.

Now our camp was in the jungle.

It was in the shadow of a
small range of mountains.

- Well, that's just a
couple of miles from here.

Come on, I'll help you find it.

- Well, that's very generous of you.

- Not at all, let's go.

- It's not exactly Brighton
Beach, but it is a lovely day.

- Aren't you glad we came?

- I suppose I should say we
should come here more often.

- We should do it every day.

Come on, let's go for a swim.

- (gasps) Without a bathing costume?

- Well, why not?

We're all alone.

Wouldn't be the first time.

- True, but I hardly knew you then.

- Three weeks and four days, to be exact.

(Marguerite screams)

(both laugh)

And I must say, I was surprised
to see how bold you were.

- Well, I was similarly impressed

by what a gallant gentleman you could be,

standing watch on the banks of the river,

resolutely looking the other way.

- Took every ounce of restraint I had.

Still does.

All right, I, um, promise
to keep my eyes closed.

Marguerite.

- Huh!

- Maybe we can just ignore him.

- Yeah, I'll shoot him.

Who are you?

And that's close enough.

- I'm terribly sorry to
impose on you like this,

but you have to help me.

- What do you want?

Where did you come from?

- I'm Inspector Robert
Anderson from Scotland Yard.

- You're a little far from
your precinct, aren't you?

- It's a very long story.

I've been running around for days,

being chased by creatures
I'd never imagined.

- Welcome to the Lost World.

How did you get here?

Through a series of caverns
a few days east of here.

It's the most horrible
place I've ever seen.

- That's what we thought
when we first landed.

We've been trying to leave ever since.

If you know a way off--

- You can draw us a map.

- Yes.

- All right, let's start at the beginning.

Now what's an inspector
from Scotland Yard doing

in the jungles of South America?

- I'm tracking a criminal.

Perhaps the most notorious criminal

the world has ever known.

I've been on his tail for 30 years.

- 30 years?

Who is this criminal?

- Well, not you, I hope.

- Jack the Ripper.

- Veronica?

Veronica?

Where is she?

- Oh, she might've gone for a swim.

She often does this time of the day.

- I don't see a note or anything.

Do you have to put that
thing right on the table?

- Jack the Ripper was never apprehended

and now he could well be on the plateau.

- There's nothing you can say

to make me touch that
thing again, Challenger,

so don't even try.

- For the sake of justice if not science,

you've gotta try and put your fear aside.

If you can tell us who the Ripper is,

you will have solved one of
the greatest criminal mysteries

of our times.

But then again, maybe you
can't read anymore at all.

Perhaps it's just an isolated incident.

- You think so?

I mean, I didn't ask for this power.

- Of course not.

I'll be right beside you, my friend.

I wouldn't let you hurt yourself.

- But it saps my energy, Challenger.

Can you prevent it from doing that?

- I'll knock it straight out
of your hand if I have to.

- Well, maybe just one more time.

Just to see if I still have it.

- Well, that's the spirit.

(dramatic music)

(bell tolling)

(bar patrons chattering)

- [Bartender] What's
your pleasure, Doctor?

- A pint of your best
ale and that'll do it.

- Not from this part of town.

I can see that straightaway.

- I've been tending to
patients in the area,

for a woman, not much I
could for her illness.

- We all got to go sometime.

No use complaining.

Does the doctor have a name?

- Dr. William Gull.

I am pleased to make your acquaintance.

(men in street talking)

- You fancy a little company
tonight then, Dr. Gull?

Proper gentleman like you knows
how to treat a lady, I bet.

Not like most the riffraff
what come in here.

- Your attention is very flattering, Miss.

- Catherine Beddowes.

But me friends call me Cathy.

- Cathy. That's a pretty
name, pretty woman.

- Must be hard looking
after the sick all day.

- Medicine has its rewards.

- 'Course it does for a man like you.

Why, when me Ma got sick,
I had to take care of her

night and day, all by meself.

Couldn't afford no doctor,

me just being a working girl and all.

- Must've been very hard.

- Oh, it was.

Still, you gotta do what you
can with what you've got,

that's what I always say. (laughs)

- Indeed.

It's been a pleasure talking
to you, Miss Beddowes,

but I really must go now.

- Are you sure I can't change your mind?

- Perhaps another time.

- Change your mind then, Dr. Gull?

- I'm sure some fresh
air will do us both good.

- Mmm. (laughs)

- You live around here, do you, Cathy?

- Just around the corner.

Not much to look at,
but it's dry and warm.

(both laugh)

- Well, that's all that matters really.

Oh, I think I might have dram
or two of whiskey in my bag.

- Oh, such a good doctor.

- [Malone] Wait.

(Catherine screaming)

(Malone gasps and groans)

- It's all right, Malone, it's all right.

We're in the treehouse.

- That was awful.

He was just about to stab her.

- You saw the Ripper again?

- Yeah, but it was you, Challenger.

- Me? You better sit down.

Now start from the beginning.

- It was different than the first time.

I saw you walking into a pub.

Dr. Gull you called yourself.

- Dr. William Gull was a
prominent physician at the time

and the man most people
believed to be the Ripper.

- Why would he look like you?

I don't understand.

- Yes.

That perplexes me as well.

The first time it was you as
John Netley, the coachman.

Then Dr. Gull, who looked like me.

You're still confusing
things in your mind.

It's as though you're
mixing up faces with,

well, as in a dream or a nightmare.

But the gift, well, the gift
seems to be real enough.

- This gift is making me physically ill.

- Oh, yes, I can tell you're burning up.

Your pulse is racing.

Perhaps when this second
sight is more fully developed,

you won't have these side effects.

- Fully developed?

You think I'm ever
touching that thing again?

- This really is incredible.

This latest vision of yours concurs

with the theory widely held at the time.

The woman you saw Dr. Gull speaking to.

Do you remember her name?

(Malone gasps)

- Oh, God, that was the worst part.

She called herself Catherine.

- Catherine Beddowes, the
Ripper's fourth victim.

- But it wasn't a streetwalker.

It was Veronica.

- See, your camp wasn't that far at all.

But there's not much left of it.

- Where is it?

Must be here somewhere.

- What's this all about?

- Well, we got hungry.

Had to eat something.

Where the hell are my instruments?

- Looks like someone got
to them before we did.

- I have to find them.

You must help me.

- They could've been taken by anyone.

There are a lot of tribes on the plateau.

- Well, let's start
with the ones that live

in the immediate vicinity.

Come on, let's get started.

- It's going to be dark soon.

It's not a good idea

to be wandering around
in the jungle at night.

- I know all about them bloody dinosaurs.

I'm not going back to
that treehouse of yours

without my instruments.

- I'm not sure if I want you
to come back to the treehouse.

- How dare you talk to me like that.

Do you know who I am?

- Obviously not the
person I thought you were.

If you want to wander around
in the jungle all night,

go right ahead.

- Come right back here, you hussy.

(Gulls groans)

- Don't you ever touch me again.

- Why, you.

- Don't press your luck.

And don't try to follow me.

Goodbye, Dr. Gull.

- You stop right there.

(gun cocks)

You're no better than the
streetwalkers in London,

so smart and knowing.

(Gull groans)

- I told you not to touch me.

- Chasing Jack the Ripper for 34 years.

First through Europe, then
Africa, then up the Amazon.

And now to here, the
very end of the earth.

- How fortunate for us.

- Your dedication is remarkable.

- One must pursue one's passion.

I'm sure Lord Roxton can understand.

- Lord Roxton, quite frankly,

is tired of your brainless yammering.

- That was completely uncalled for.

My companion is not always
as civil as he could be.

- It's quite all right.

- Look, you must be exhausted.

Roxton, I think we should
camp here for the night

and continue in the morning.

- We'll keep on going,
thank you very much.

- What is the matter with you?

You're behaving like a jealous schoolboy.

- Jealous I am not.

However, your infuriating habit of fawning

over every man you meet does
leave me a trifle weary.

- Might I remind you Inspector Anderson

knows a way off the plateau.

- Oh, please, Marguerite, how many times

do you have to fall for
that seductive refrain, hmm?

- Tell you what, you go
back to the treehouse.

I will stay and flirt with
the handsome inspector.

- Fine.

You're on your own.

- Fine, I'll see you
in the morning, maybe.

- Fine.

- Fine.

- I hope I'm not the cause
of any unnecessary conflict.

- No, not at all.

Lord Roxton's a little overprotective.

It's charming, in a quaint sort of way.

Oh, this looks like as good a
place as any to build a fire.

- [Anderson] Splendid idea.

I'll get some firewood.

- [Challenger] And you met this Dr. Gull?

- He showed up here asking
me to help find his camp.

- Good heavens.

How old is he?

- I'd say late 50s.

Are you telling me he really
is this horrible killer?

- That's the right age.

What is he doing here is
baffling in the extreme.

- Well, he said he was here
studying the plants and animals.

- More like mutilating and dissecting.

- Yes, I saw what he did to that raptor.

- You were fortunate to get away from him.

- No, he's fortunate.

If I'd known who he was,

he'd be in need of
reconstructive surgery himself.

- I missed you, Veronica.

Your concise separation of
right and wrong is refreshing.

- It is good to have our
family reunited, I agree,

but we really must get to
the bottom of this mystery.

- What mystery?

If this knife belongs to
this disgusting doctor,

all we have to do is catch him.

- If being the operative word, Veronica.

Malone and I saw two very
distinct sets of footprints

when we were tracking them.

- There's someone else?

- Or there's more to this than we know.

And I believe it's all
connected to this knife.

- Oh, no. No way.

- I realize the physical danger, Malone.

- I don't experience these
horrible crimes again.

- Nor do any of us, especially
not here in this world

thus far untouched by such atrocities.

But we have an obligation.

- Tea?

We seem to have started off
rather on the wrong foot here.

- It's not that I don't like you.

I just don't trust you.

- Well, I can't say I blame you.

A woman like Marguerite
is a rare treasure indeed.

I don't blame you for
guarding her from other men.

I most certainly would.

- Well, then consider yourself warned.

- I can see you're not a
man to be trifled with.

(dinosaurs roaring)

Feeling ill?

(Roxton coughs)

Perhaps you should lay down.

- Poison.

- I poisoned you, yes.

Very good.

(ominous music)

Marguerite will think
you've abandoned her.

Don't worry, the poison won't kill you.

Curare paralyzes you,

but it leaves you completely conscious.

(Roxton groans)

We'll be leaving this camp in the morning,

but you won't be able to stop us

or even to call out to your Lady Love.

I'll take you over to
where the tide comes in.

When the tide comes in,

well, you can appreciate the horror,

of drowning slowly, breath
by suffocating breath.

What a lovely victim you shall be.

(dramatic music)

- [Veronica] Challenger, I hope
you know what you're doing.

- This machine will help
me more accurately measure

your heart rate and temperature

and your galvanic skin responses.

If the reactions become too radical,

we'll take the knife away immediately.

- My life is in your hands, Challenger.

(heart beating)

(dramatic music)

- Has anyone touched the body?

- No, Inspector Anderson, she's
just as we found her, sir.

Oy, nothing to see here.

Cathy Beddowes, victim number four.

Poor girl.

- What would you know about it?

Just like Scotland Yard
to show up too late.

- Was this woman a friend of yours?

- Aye, you could say that.

Well, we all work together, don't we?

Share all our stories
about the blokes we meet

late at night.

- And what kind of blokes might those be?

- Fancy blokes, just like you.

- Well, I'm quite sure
you've never met anybody

just like me.

So when was the last
time you saw your friend?

- Couple hours ago.

I told her to go and sober up.

- She should've taken your advice.

- Well, you know what I
think, Inspector Anderson?

Scotland Yard don't care
about us working girls

in the slums of London.

But if it happened in
Picadilly or Regent Square,

you'd have him pretty quick.

Then again, maybe it was one of you.

(both laugh)

- A policeman?

- I see the way your lot looks at us all

like we was merchandise.

- Yes, well, yours is a very
dangerous occupation, Miss.

- Mary Jane Kelly.

- Oh.

- And I bet I come from finer
stock than you, Inspector.

- Yes, well, it takes a
certain type to fall this low,

Miss Kelly.

Perhaps you should come down to the Yard

and fill out a report.

- Not bloody likely, not
with the likes of you.

Were you always a-travelin'?

- You can come peacefully or otherwise.

The choice is yours.

- That ain't no choice at all.

- Very well.

- Oy, Scotland Yard's the other way.

- We're taking a longer route.

- Lay a hand on me, I'll scream.

- Oh, I don't think you will.

You see, you're just a working girl.

No one cares about the likes of you.

There, and there's plenty
more where that came from.

- There'd better be.

(Mary Jane screaming)

- Ned, it's okay, it's okay.

You're back.

- How do you feel?

- Worse than before.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

- Put your head between your
legs and take deep breaths.

That's better.

Pulse is coming back to normal.

- It's not getting better, Challenger.

It's getting worse every time.

- Here, how does that feel?

- Better.

This time I saw Roxton, but his
name was Inspector Anderson.

- Anderson, from Scotland Yard.

- He found the knife.

He was wiping the blood
off, talking to a woman

who looked exactly like Marguerite.

- Good heavens, now all
of us are back there.

- How? I don't understand.

- He's mixing up our faces
with those involved in the cr--

Now, this Marguerite.

Did she have a name?

- Mary Jane Kelly.

- The Ripper's fifth and final victim.

It's incredible.

Three times you've picked up this knife

and each time, it's told
you someone different

was the killer.

The coachman, the doctor,
and now the inspector.

- So which one was it?

- I don't know, but somehow
your visions seem to be saying

that all three of them
must've held the knife

and left their imprint on it.

- I say Dr. Gull is the killer.

- Well, perhaps.

We can't rule out this other
man that's camping with him.

It could be either of them.

- Roxton!

Roxton!

If this is your idea of a
joke, it isn't very funny.

Roxton, I'm warning you.

You come back here right now.

- Any sign of him?

- No, I don't understand.

He wouldn't just abandon me like this

in the middle of the night,

certainly not in the company of--

- A man like me.

- Well, yes, no offense, but--

Are you sure you didn't
see him leave last night?

He didn't say anything to
you after I fell asleep?

- Not a word.

Do you suppose he headed back
to this treehouse of yours?

- Well, he must have.

- Perhaps we should continue on.

Well, maybe we can catch up with him.

- Well, I guess that's all we can do.

When we do find him,

I've got a few choice
words I haven't used yet.

- [Anderson] Do you mind if
we took a slight diversion

on the way?

I'd like to try and find my camp.

- [Marguerite] I suppose we could try.

- [Anderson] I'd be most appreciative.

- [Malone] I'll leave a note
for Roxton and Marguerite.

- [Challenger] Yes, good idea.

They should be back sometime today.

- Ready when you are.

What are you doing?

- Well, we know Gull is
looking for this knife.

I thought it was best not left unattended.

- You look a little better today.

You really had me worried last night.

- I'm all right.

- Well, let's get started.

The sooner we find these people,

the sooner we get some answers.

- Oh, how many people were camped here?

- Just me.

- You carried all this stuff by yourself?

- Veritable pack mule.

- Who did that?

- I was drying it for rations.

I guess that's what attracted the T-Rex.

- [Marguerite] What are you looking for?

- The Ripper's knife.

I took it from him sometime ago.

- You took it from him?

How did you manage that?

- Why don't you try and help me find it?

- Now what I would like is
a straight answer or two.

- Are you calling me a liar?

- I don't know what I am calling you.

But you'd better start filling
in the blanks pretty quickly.

- Shouldn't pull a gun

unless you're prepared
to use it, Marguerite.

- Oh, believe me, I will.

What did you do to Roxton?

- I slipped some curare
into his tea last night.

You know what that is?

A form of alkaloid strychnine

that leaves you completely paralyzed.

- But fully conscious.

- Almost tripped over him this morning.

- What?

- You would've found him
if I hadn't led you away.

But by now, the tide's come
in and washed him out to sea.

- You rotten piece of filth!

(gun clicks)

- Works better with bullets.

Took the liberty last night in
case it should come to this.

(Anderson groans)

- You're right, bullets
would be way too easy.

Dinner for the dinosaur's
much more appropriate.

(ominous music)

- Roxton!

Roxton!

Roxton!

Roxton!

Roxton!

Roxton!

(suspenseful music)

(Marguerite crying)

Don't you dare leave me.

Come on.

(coughing)

- We've gotta stop meeting like this.

- I'm so sorry, John,

you were right about that horrible man.

- I know.

I'll remind you of that next
time you doubt my judgment.

- (laughs) I never will, I promise.

(Anderson mumbles and moans)

- Where the hell have you been?

- Is that any way to greet an old friend?

I've been looking for
you all over the place.

- Did you find the knife?

- Don't you have it?

- We've got to find it.

We need it.

- More than life itself.

- There's tracks everywhere.

It's so confusing.

- We're never going to
be able to find them.

And they could be anywhere by now.

Malone, what are you doing?

- You said yourself,
I've got an obligation

to use this cursed gift of
mine to help, any way I can.

- What more do you think you
could possibly learn from it?

- I don't know.

Maybe nothing.

I gotta try.

- Ned, Ned, no.

- No!

- [Gull] Five young women killed
in less than three months.

- [Anderson] Funny how the killings ended

as suddenly as they'd begun.

- [Gull] Hmm, funny
indeed, Inspector Anderson.

- You don't suppose anyone will figure out

who really did it.

- I don't think even history
will be able to tell.

- Yes, and we've covered our
tracks very well, Dr. Gull,

didn't we?

- Better to rule in hell
than serve in heaven.

- Your carriage awaits, gentlemen.

Your trunks is already on board ship.

- Ah, very good.

I've always wanted to see the continent.

- Very pleasant this time of year.

- See? That's our Ripper.

- It's him all right.

- Look!

He was carrying the murder
weapon in his pocket.

- [Man] You won't get
any more close than that.

- Get him!

(crowd yelling)

Looks like it's just
the two of us, Dr. Gull.

- A pity, Inspector, a pity.

- You bloody butcher.

- No!

- [Challenger] You all right, Malone?

What did you see this time?

- It was, it was all of them.

It was the doctor, the
inspector, and the coachman.

- All three of them.

- [Gull] That's quite correct.

- You.

- Don't move.

I won't hesitate to shoot you this time.

- I see you found our knife.

- Inspector Anderson, I presume.

- Very clever.

- You animal.

- Much worse than that, I'm afraid.

- I told you not to move.

Now put your hands up.

Unfortunately, John Netley died in London,

leaving the two of us to
carry on the Ripper's work.

- If you hurt her, I'll kill you both.

- (laughs) Oh, I don't think so, laddie.

- [Veronica] What are you doing?

- Oh, it's a dinner invitation
for the ravenous wildlife.

A little raptor blood.

- Oh, that is a very nice blade.

- I keep it around for scum like you.

- Let's take a walk.

Move it.

- Don't you hurt her!

- All of the comforts of home.

- I think I shall enjoy living here.

Who does she remind you of?

- Not sure.

She's our first victim here in
this wild, unchartered world.

- Brutality is addictive, you see.

The more we kill, the
more we need to kill.

Gets into the blood.

- Only one cure for a disease like that.

- Yes.

Of course you're right.

- We gotta get you back to the treehouse.

I gotta find Veronica.

(grunting)

- Shall we begin the operation?

- Ready when you are, Doctor.

- If it's a knife that you want,
prepare to meet your Maker.

(grunting)

(Anderson yelling)

- [Gull] Stay away.

- This is for all the pain
and suffering you've caused.

No!

(dinosaur roaring)

(shrieking)

- What's going on?

(dinosaur roaring)

(yelling)

- Ned! Challenger!

- You beat them both?

- Well, I didn't have a choice.

- What did I miss?

- Only this.

- Just the best bit.

- Whoa, this looks like hell on earth.

- Yeah, not my first choice
for a picnic, that's for sure.

- No one ever comes here.

The Zangi call it the Angry Place.

- Perfect end for this vile thing.

- Is it evil or is the hand
of man that makes it so?

- Well, I guess it's just
a knife like any other,

but every time I touch it,

I see and feel the pain
and suffering it's caused.

- I never want to see
that evil here again.

Not on the plateau.

- So long, Jack the Ripper.

May he live on only as a lesson to us all.

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