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FRANKS: I ain't letting this guy get away

with what he done to you. Let it go.

We go to your guy at the FBI,

we ask him what the chatter is.

I just went to my guy.

For your thing, Mike. FBI. Let us through.

FRANKS: They got a tip that one of his victims saw him coming out

of a laundromat in Oceanside, middle of the night.

I know I promised you that I would stop going after him,

but I can't.

I can't be with you anymore.

[crying softly]

OLDER GIBBS: Tish was staying in her uncle's guest room.

She kept her boxes packed.

She gave her clients Tango's address

and cut their hair in his kitchen.

She went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

She knew she couldn't stay in that house forever.

But something was holding her there.

Franks invented ways in his hed

for the two of them to start over.

But he'd broken her trust.

And he knew things could never be the same.

He went to the office and worked the cases.

He went to bed, woke up

and did it all over again.

We didn't know exactly why she left,

but we all knew she was gone.

We didn't talk about it, thoug,

'cause it was clear he didn't want to.

They had things to remember each other by.

But there were so many other things that were gone.

It was like someone dying.

YOUNG TANGO: Grandma's gone.

This is the start of us remembering her.

Tish.

Grandma's still here in her own way.

You know that, don't you?

Was it yesterday she died,

or the day before?

The days are all blurry in my head.

You were a tiny thing when you were born.

Very premature.

Uncle T...

What?

Sometimes you need to hear a story again.

Your parents were scared to name you

because they didn't know if you'd survive.

But Grandma put an end to that nonsense.

She named you Tishmal,

which means "hummingbird..."

TANGO: ...in Payómkawichum.

Hummingbirds are the smallest birds in the world...

but they can carry three times their body weight.

Pound for pound,

they're stronger than eagles.

Tishmal.

The days are all blurry in my head.

Dresser's empty.

You can unpack,

stay as long as you need.

Thank you.

OLDER GIBBS: She knew she couldn't stay in that house forever.

But something was holding her there.

She didn't know how to fix it,

she didn't know how to change it,

but something was keeping the hummingbird

from flying away. [sighs]

♪

When they retreated,

they had set fire to the oil wells.

There was so much smoke, you couldn't see.

And the smell of the oil was so strong,

you could taste it.

Like hot plastic.

Anyway, last week, I went camping with the family.

My son wanted s'mores...

...so I made us a little fire.

And my son's sitting there, looking up at me, you know,

"Aren't s'mores good, Daddy?"

But all I can taste is oil.

And I'm lying to him.

"Yeah.

Tastes great."

People always think that it's flashbacks or dreams.

Sometimes the worst is how it hits you when you're awake.

Everyone's living life, and...

you're just pretending not to taste oil.

What do you think, Leroy?

Oh, uh...

I'm just here to listen.

Are you sure?

[pager beeping]

I got to go. Sorry.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Hey.

It's, uh, pretty gruesome, so you know.

Victim was found burned in her car last night.

The janitor from the office building next door

saw the fire, called it in.

We get an ID?

Took a while for the cops to get their act together

and run the plates.

They're a match for a missing person report

for a Sergeant Joan Lewis.

Worked in the MEF admin building, 32 years old.

Franks said this place is pretty close to your apartment.

He thought you'd beat us here.

I, uh, had a thing.

FRANKS: And we're thinking, what?

Guy sets her on fire, she can't get out of the car?

No. Fire was set postmortem,

I'm guessing to get rid of evidence.

Atypical body position is due to a cadaveric spasm.

You gonna tell me what that is?

A rare type of rigor mortis

that can happen when a person dies under extreme duress.

It preserves the body in its exact position

at the time of death.

If the fire didn't kill her, then what did?

Trachea is severed.

Assailant slit her throat.

She fought like hell, though.

Tried to stop the blade with her hand.

Looks like she held it, even.

Your murder weapon

is a serrated knife.

No sign of it?

I searched the trunk.

Nothing in there but a few blankets.

And this.

Looks like a gym bag, maybe.

It's burnt to a crisp.

Looks like some clothes here.

Sweatpants?

She was unclothed from the waist down.

And, uh, blood here.

Indications are...

she was raped.

What about her ID?

Her name is Joan Lewis.

I told you... Her license, Dominguez.

Was it in the car or did he take it?

Haven't seen it.

RANDY: Everything in this bag's a melted mess.

Mike. A word?

What?

One in four women

are victims of rape.

Statistically speaking...

- In a parking garage? - Mike...

One in four women are raped in a parking garage

within ten miles of each other?

He takes their licenses, Doc. This is him.

He did this.

The same son of a bitch that hurt Tish.

You don't know that.

You need to keep your head.

She eatin'?

What?

She's staying with you, ain't she?

You making sure she's eating?

Yeah.

Well, you focus on that.

I'll focus on this.

Okay, Dalton, you're gonna see a big red barn

on your right.

That's Sunshine Lane, that's where you hang a left.

DALTON [over radio]: There is no barn.

Are you looking at a map?

Dalton, I know what I'm talking about.

Look to your right, there's a red barn.

There is no barn, Mary Jo. Sunshine Lane?

Is that what you said?

There is no barn.

I need you to get me Noah Oakley from the FBI on the line.

Give me a sec, somebody let Dalton out of the basement.

Uh... that's your victim.

Mary Jo, where the hell am I?

I need Oakley on the line now.

He's FBI. Should be in Wheeler's rolodex.

It's Wheeler's contact?

Should I let him know you're calling the guy?

No.

Mary Jo, the hell'd you go?

Damn it, there is no barn,

Mary Jo. Are you hearing me?

Where the hell is Sunshine Lane?

[sighs]

[ringing]

Oakley.

OAKLEY [over phone]: Agent Franks.

I'm shocked Wheeler gave you my private line.

Usually, he's possessive.

Yeah, look, a case came across my desk.

Heard through the grapevine you might have something similar.

Oh, yeah?

Serial rapist.

Guy attacks women getting into their cars.

One was in a parking garage.

That particular vic was a Native girl.

Uh, name's...

..."Trish" something.

♪

Tishmal Kwá'la.

Wheeler requested some info on that a while back.

Couple times, actually.

Yeah, well, we got a girl in a parking garage,

same area, sexually assaulted, throat slit.

He killed her?

Upping the ante is what I thought.

You mind sending me what you got?

You know, we caught a break on this thing last week.

We think we got the guy IDed.

We brought him in for questioning.

Couple victims IDed him-- including Kwá'la--

but you know how it goes.

It's all "he said, she said."

We didn't have the evidence to hold him.

Need you to send that over.

Yeah, I'll have my girl fax over everything right now.

Do me a favor.

Find some evidence on this prick, will you?

Guy's been a real thorn in my side.

Yeah.

[sniffles]

[exhales]

RANDY: Crime scene's wrapped up.

Car and everything inside went to Woody.

I notified the victim's husband.

It was a tough one.

I gave him some space, he'll be in to talk later.

Doc Tango's putting the time of death

at around midnight last night.

LALA: Mike. [sniffles]

You okay?

Guy who killed our victim... [clears throat]

Somebody please tell me her name again.

Joan Lewis.

The guy who killed Joan Lewis

attacked Tish

11 months ago in a parking garage.

Now, she wouldn't want you to know that about her,

but I am telling you,

and I hope she'll forgive me for it.

I'm telling you...

...because I need you

to know everything...

...in order to help me catch him.

You got stuff on him already.

Got new info since this, though.

FBI IDed him.

All we need is the evidence to put him away.

Second thought, give that to the boys.

I'll tell you what's in it. Gear up, you're with me.

Mary Jo, get Vera over here.

MARY JO: You waiting on a fax?

If it doesn't come through, you got to unplug it.

Get Vera.

I need this to be aboveboard.

FBI is sending over everything they got.

I need you to run point on this

so no one can cry "conflict of interest."

I'll be there with you, but...

...I need you to do this for me.

Copy.

[machine whirring]

♪

LALA:Let's bring him in for questioning.

What?

He lives above the laundromat.

What laundromat?

Mary Jo, we'll be on radio.

Get this fax to Vera, tell her that...

VERA: Yo, Franks.

Next time you want to talk to me,

just use your legs and walk down the hall.

Read this, get the rest, have my team update you.

[scoffs]

Is this something I should know about,

or can I mind my own business?

It's all right, I understand this.

I mean, I'm shocked.

You're the one that did that profile, right?

Franks asked you to?

Yeah.

But you didn't know it was about Tish?

No, I mean, uh, the victims' names were redacted.

I mean, I suspected, you know, based on the description.

I just mean, I'm shocked

that Franks would tell you two jokers.

[phone clatters]

That was Joan Lewis's husband.

He's on his way in. VERA:Okay.

Don't throw us off, 'Roy.

We need to focus on getting evidence

on... this guy.

Anthony Cook.

He's a self-employed handyman by trade.

FBI describes him as "even-keeled."

Did you happen to find a murder weapon at the crime scene?

No. Ah, I didn't think so.

You think he chucked it on the way home? Possible,

but based on the profile, I think it's more likely

he hid it in a creepy case under his bed.

Profiling is that specific?

No, 'Roy,

I just meant the guy likes trophies.

He collects his victims' driver's licenses

as a form of control.

You know my first name is Leroy, not Roy.

Yeah, it's a nickname.

Well, it's not, actually.

To me, it is. [phone ringing]

Well, this profile is kind of moot now

since we know who the guy is, right?

This is Gibbs. I swear to God, you two.

Thinking like this guy

is what is going to lead us to evidence.

So, what do we know?

He targets a certain type.

Yeah, he targets, uh, women that are alone,

uh, getting into their parked cars.

I don't mean to throw us off again, but that was Woody.

He found Joan Lewis's license in her bag.

RANDY: I thought all that stuff was melted.

GIBBS: It was.

He sounded pretty proud of himself.

Hmm. All right, so,

he, uh, didn't need to take the license,

no need to control her;

she was already dead.

All right, come on.

Guys, get into his head.

Think about where he lives,

think about who he is,

think about what he likes.

He likes to stalk his prey.

[door opens in distance]

[door closes] Likes to look at what he covet.

He likes brunettes.

Typically, hair past the shoulders.

Various ethnicities. Petite.

LALA: He came willingly.

He thinks it's for the same stuff

the FBI questioned him on.

Don't spook him.

Mr. Cook?

This is my partner, Agent Franks.

Appreciate you coming in. Not a problem.

VERA: Think about what the victims are telling us.

Several of them noted a burn scar on his neck.

How did he get it? What does it mean to him?

What creates meaning in the life of this man?

[car door closes]

[footsteps over monitor]

LALA: Here we are.

Have a seat over there.

This chair needs leveling.

Well, you would know, Mr. Handyman.

That's me. How about you?

Do you come here often?

All the time.

Randy and Vera just finished up with Joan Lewis's husband.

Her car broke down last night.

They're looking for the tow truck company

that picked her up.

[indistinct chatter over video]

You know if he has any connection

to something like that? Huh?

A tow truck?

Uh, no.

Dominguez is his type.

She's playing him.

Boss.

VERA: What does that look like?

COOK: I can tell.

Boss.

♪

It's like a freight train busting through your head,

looking at him.

I know what that's like.

COOK: Are your eyes two different colors?

LALA: Yeah.

COOK: That's crazy.

I mean, it's awesome.

Yeah, guys either like it

or they think I'm part vampire.

Sounds like a win-win to me.

Well, I don't want to take too much of your time.

Do you mind if we... Yeah, sure.

Like I said, I already talked to the FBI.

It was a whole thing, mistaken identity.

I want to talk to you about last night, actually.

What happened last night?

A woman was attacked in a parking garage in Oceanside.

Is she saying I did it?

She's dead.

She was murdered.

I wasn't anywhere near Oceanside last night.

Where were you?

Escondido.

There's a 24-hour diner there.

I had dinner and then I stayed to read.

Till when?

Late. After midnight.

The name of the diner is Clark's.

I was sitting by the window reading Ulysses.

And you were there the whole time?

COOK: Yeah, I never left. You started the interview?

Look at this bastard.

He thinks we're buying that he was up all night

doing a book report. Shouldn't you have waited for Vera?

I mean, she's the one who profiled him.

Well, tell her to get in there, then!

Forget it, it-it doesn't matter.

We tracked down the tow truck company that Joan called.

Owner said they were all booked,

so they outsourced to a one-man show.

Guy's name is Raymond Garcia.

He's got a prior for domestic violence

and a restraining order for threatening

to kill his ex with a knife.

COOK: Got to Escondido right around 6:00, yeah.

Anybody see her get into his truck?

Yeah. Two people at the gym.

Ain't our guy.

This is our guy.

Boss, Garcia was the last person she was seen with.

His current address is unknown.

Vera put out a BOLO out for his tow truck...

I'm telling you, Cook is

the one that done this! Boss. Boss!

You got...

Joan Lewis's license was found in her bag.

It wasn't stolen like Cook's other victims.

Listen...

Boss?

LALA: Exactly what...

Mike, he's writing down his timeline.

COOK: People saw me at the diner.

I was sitting by the window.

You can ask the waitress, I was reading Ulysses...

You hurt that girl. LALA: Mike!

Mike! You put your hands on her,

you son of a bitch. No, no!

That was you!

Mike. Mike! Look at me.

You told me to handle this. Let me do it.

He says he has an alibi.

We got nothing to hold him on. Do we?

No. And we got another suspect.

LALA: We'll check Cook's alibi.

But he came in willingly and he wants to leave.

We got to let him go.

[knocking on door]

I'm done.

LALA: Give it to Agent Gibbs. He'll walk you out.

This way.

[door opens]

[door closes] TANGO: You got to be kidding me.

I'm picturing years of wash days.

You're like, "Damn, I lost a sock.

"I'll put the straggler in this drawer,

and someday, I'll go through, see if any matches showed up."

That someday is today.

Sorry. I, uh,

forgot about the missing sock drawer

when I said that dresser was empty.

So, you're staying, then.

You don't open the dresser and find the sock drawer

unless you're starting to unpack.

Yeah, I thought about it,

but then I started doing this instead.

What?

Mike's team started on a homicide today.

A woman was murdered...

...and sexually assaulted in a parking garage.

Mike thinks it's the same guy?

He does.

Nothing's confirmed, though.

There's nothing for you to do.

I... I know you don't want to talk about it,

but I felt like I had to tell you.

You understand why, don't you?

YOUNG TANGO: You understand why, don't you?

You understand why we cut off our hair when someone dies?

Without your hair...

you hold your head in a different way.

A new way.

Now, you can start to learn a new way to breathe,

a way to breathe without Grandma here,

a way to breathe while you carry her with you.

♪

TISH: I need to talk to you about my case.

You want to give another statement?

You thought of something else?

No.

You remember, I prefer to record all my interviews.

I know.

I have Tishmal Kwá'la.

She's come back in to talk about her case.

Whenever you're ready, Ms. Kwá'la.

[door opens]

Mary Jo, what are you doing here?

It's morning, honey.

Team worked through the night. There's some things going on.

Yeah, I know.

I put it together yesterday.

Figured if you needed me, you'd tell me.

I'm telling you.

This the guy?

And what,

the tow truck guy's still in the mix?

Yeah.

I'm gonna hunt you down a better picture than this.

Damn FBI's got a worse fax machine than we do.

Thank you, Mary Jo.

Boss. Oh, Mary Jo,

Dalton Basement put some flowers on your desk.

He wanted me to tell you, "There was a barn,"

whatever that means.

MARY JO: It means Mary Jo's

the queen of directions, locations, and landmarks, baby.

Well...

Where is everybody? GIBBS: Vera's office.

We talked to four people from the diner;

two waitresses, two customers.

Cook was there from 7:00 till after midnight.

Well, you got to talk to more.

Someone could've seen him leave and come back.

Just got a hit on the BOLO for Garcia's tow truck.

Got an approximate location.

Local resident saw it in a trailer park

in Oceanside. LALA: Hey.

If you want to stay here and keep going on Cook,

nothing wrong with that.

No. I'm coming.

Nobody here's got any interest in buying nothing.

Federal agents.

We're looking for a man named Raymond Garcia.

R.J.?

Drives a tow truck.

Well, I'm not surprised if he's in trouble.

Nobody around here likes him much, the way he is.

He's not here, though. He drove off in his car

this morning like a bat out of hell.

He hasn't been back.

Which one's his?

End of the row.

Tow truck's around that way, though.

LALA: You see anything? Damn curtains.

Federal agents.

I'll grab the camera from the car, get some pictures.

[knocking on door]

Mr. Garcia, if you're in there,

we need you to come out.

Lady's right, he's not here.

Let's bust in.

We don't have probable cause.

We don't?

You all are telling me this is the guy, not the other guy.

Mike. Ain't that what you're telling me?

That serrated blade is probably right inside on the counter.

We bust in, we tag it, case closed,

we all get to go home and go to bed.

That's not what's gonna happen.

Hey.

No matter what happens here,

we're still going after Cook.

Okay? Come on.

You know me better than that.

I've been looking for this guy damn near a year.

FBI been looking.

We ain't got the evidence.

Then we'll find it.

The hell you doing?

Are you Raymond Garcia?

Who are you? NIS. Step out of the car.

We need to talk to you.

Hey! Hey!

Hey! [gunshots]

[engine sputters]

- That's him! - Hands!

Show me your hands!

Out of the car now! I didn't do nothing.

On the ground.

Get on the ground.

Get off me, man. Get on the ground.

Get down. I didn't do nothing.

Yeah? Then why're you squealing off in your car, man?

You good? Yeah, yeah, good.

GIBBS: Got a knife.

Hunting knife, serrated blade.

LALA: The Joan Lewis case is closed.

Garcia confessed on the ride back.

Murder weapon is with forensics.

Randy is updating Joan Lewis's husband.

Where's Franks?

Sir, I'm running point on this investigation,

so any questions that you...

Where is he?

Bullpen.

Gibbs and him are doing postmortem with the FBI.

What did he tell you about Anthony Cook?

Everything.[scoffs]

That's great. You want to know what he told me?

Nothing.

Weeks ago, he asked me to go the FBI for info,

and I didn't ask any questions,

and then I find out that, yesterday,

he called my guy behind my back.

Behind my back, Dominguez.

He went into my Rolodex.

Sir, I don't think that I should be privy to this...

Oakley is my guy,

do you hear me?

Yes.

He's my guy.

Nobody here contacts him directly. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Oakley had this couriered over.

I can't see a way that this ends well.

I'm hoping you can.

OAKLEY [over recording]: Whenever you're ready, Ms. Kwá'la.

TISH [over recording]: I heard that, uh...

Is NIS part of this now?

They're working on the case?

OAKLEY: I'm not at liberty to discuss another investigation...

TISH: Mike Franks is my boyfriend.

Are you working with him?

He didn't tell you that, did he?

OAKLEY: No.

TISH: We're not together anymore,

but he can't be on the case.

It's a conflict of...

Last week, you said there wasn't enough evidence

to arrest the man I picked from the lineup.

Does Mike know about that?

Did you tell him who the guy is?

OAKLEY: I did.

TISH: Oh, my God.

That's what I was afraid of.

It's why I'm here.

I can't go to NIS.

He won't listen to them.

Someone needs to help him.

He'll act fine, but he's not fine.

He's not himself when it comes to this.

Please.

OAKLEY: Ms. Kwá'la, what are you telling me?

Are you worried he might take matters into his own hands?

TISH: Can you turn the tape off, please?

Where's Franks?

GIBBS: We finished up. He went home.

♪

[door opens]

[sniffs]

Lala dropped me off.

She said that we should have a chat

and meet her back at the office.

Sounds like something she'd do.

I ain't going back to the office tonight, probie.

It's like a freight train busting through your head.

I've been going to this support group down at the VA.

It's not helping.

You help me.

[sighs]

Since day one, you help me.

You go up there, whatever happens,

there's no getting away with it, there is no coming back.

[exhales]

So I'm asking you to stay...

...and keep helping me.

I'm asking you not to go up there.

And I know Tish is asking the same.

I can't walk away from this.

We're not.

This isn't going to help.

We've been over the old stuff.

The FBI's been over the old stuff.

We need to dig into the new stuff.

That is literally what we're doing.

We're digging into Lala's interrogation.

VERA:Really, Randolf? 'Cause it looks to me like

you're just standing there sassing me.

LALA:Hey.

No. It's--

[stammers] It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

[sighs] You made it.

VERA: Oh, yeah, geez, where you guys been?

Damn it, Randolf, I told you to lock the freaking door.

I did.

FRANKS: Look, I just came to, uh...

I appreciate what y'all are doing,

but this case ain't ours no more.

It's the FBI's.

LALA: Wheeler technically never pulled us off.

He was cryptic, so push ahead,

ask for forgiveness later.

And don't worry, I sent JJ and Carl home.

Told them there was a gas leak.

I'm pretty confident

I could turn my garage

into a headquarters by tomorrow.

I can help with that.

Y'all could get fired for this. This ain't no small thing.

LALA:Mike.

We know.

Okay, so let's go. New information.

Thanks to your interrogation--

which never should have happened without me--

we now know another one of Cook's habits.

Guy drives half an hour to go to an all-night diner.

Owner says he's been a regular there for... ten years?

Twelve.

12 years. Thing is,

there are three other 24-hour diners closer.

So why does he go to this one?

To read?

VERA: That is what he told you,

but judging by his language patterns,

I'd bet money that the guy does not give a crap

about James Joyce,

so why does he go there?

'Roy?

Maybe he likes routine.

'Roy? Don't ask.

RANDY: Routine makes sense.

The waitress I talked to said

if someone's at his favorite table, he gets upset.

There you go. There you go. He's got a favorite table.

See, I told you, the guy gets off on watching what he covets.

All right, so he's at that table for hours.

Why? What is he seeing from there?

Said he was sitting by the window.

Yeah, he said that to me in interrogation.

Okay. Come on, people, what is outside that window?

- Ow! - Sorry.

Real photo of Anthony Cook.

Don't worry, Wheeler didn't see me with it.

That door was supposed to be locked.

Honey, that lock's been broke for a year. LALA: Mary Jo,

do you know what's around Clark's Diner in Escondido?

MARY JO:Oh, Clark's, sure, I know where that is.

It's next to a gas station

with a couple of wooden benches out front.

She really is the queen of landmarks.

Yeah, big time.

There's windows all across the front of this building.

MJ, what's across the street?

There's this big yellow complex.

I think it's a nursing home.

The hell would this guy want with an old folks' home?

VERA: Thank you for meeting with us, Mrs. Cook.

I'm wondering if you can tell us about your son.

Who are you again?

Do you know my husband?

No, ma'am.

Remember, we're with a government agency?

We're wondering about your son.

When was the last time Anthony visited you?

Anthony.

He pretends to be so sweet,

but he is a hateful child.

My husband left me

because of him, you know.

VERA: What happened?

CAROLINE: Well, I had long hair, you know, beautiful.

And I'd make it perfectly straight

with my clothes iron on my board.

The iron got very hot,

and I swept it back and forth on my hair.

Anthony tried to burn me with it.

I got him, though.

On his neck.

He watches me, you know.

He sits across the street,

and he watches.

He waits for me to go to sleep.

He sneaks in.

I tell him to go away, but he won't.

Did I ever tell you what happened with my iron?

I had the most beautiful long hair.

Anthony tried to burn me.

He tried that a lot. And now,

he likes to scare me.

He pretends to be sweet,

but he's a hateful child.

He waits until I go to sleep,

and then he sits in my room.

["Free Bird" by Lynyrd Skynyrd playing]

Hey.

Thought we agreed you were gonna pull your guys off of this.

I kept it cryptic.

[door opens]

You know he's parked right over there.

[vehicle door closes] I know.

[car engine starts]

♪

♪ If I leave here tomorrow

♪ Would you still remember me?

♪ For I must be traveling on, now ♪

♪ 'Cause there's too many places I've got to see... ♪

Hey.

Nice job running point.

See, probie?

When things go south, it's not a bad idea

to clue me in instead of keeping me in the dark.

[knocking on door]

[knocking]

Mike. I need to talk to her.

Listen...

We got him.

It's all aboveboard.

The evidence will put him away for good.

I just want to tell her that myself.

She knows.

FBI called her.

She left, Mike.

What do you mean, she left?

The only thing keeping her here was not knowing

if you were gonna be okay.

But now, she knows that you are.

She needs to do this for herself now.

She needs to hold her head in a different way,

a new way.

♪ If I stay here with you, girl ♪

♪ Things just couldn't be...

TANGO: She needs to learn a new way to breathe.

A way to breathe without you there.

♪ I'm as free as a bird now... [exhales]

TANGO: A way to breathe

while she carries you with her.

♪ And this bird you cannot change ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, and the bird you cannot change. ♪

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