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-(gunshot)
-(grunts)

-(gunshot)
-(grunts)

Stop.

19 seconds.

Hans.

Perfekt.

He alone, who owns the youth,
gains the future.

(film projector
whirring, clicking)

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Every morning ♪

♪ You greet ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Small and white ♪

♪ Clean and bright ♪

♪ You look happy ♪

♪ To meet ♪

♪ Me ♪

♪ Blossom of snow ♪

♪ May you bloom ♪

♪ And grow ♪

♪ Bloom and grow ♪

♪ Forever ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Edelweiss ♪

♪ Bless my homeland ♪

♪ Forever. ♪

♪ ♪

Any problem?

I am fine.

RYAN:
Please, sir.

SMITH:
Thank you.

To what do I owe the pleasure,
Oberstgruppenfuhrer,

of this... (chuckles)
...of this unexpected visit?

I wanted to let you know,
in person,

that my wife will be resuming
her analysis.

Oh, well, I'm, uh,
I'm very glad to hear that, sir.

I think she shows great
potential for progress.

No, thank you. Good.

That's good.

Listen, uh...

I'm sure I don't
need to tell you

that my wife
has been going through

-a lot of strain recently.
-Oh, no,

-of course. Of course.
-And, uh,

she's been given
to flights of...

imagination that, frankly,

I think are not
to be encouraged.

So I would like you
to restrict your sessions

to the subject of...

our son, Thomas.

Specifically, her grief
over his passing.

That might be problematic, sir.

I, um...
(chuckles)

I mean, the patient
really must be allowed

-to freely ex...
-It's not complicated, Doctor.

If she strays off topic,
then I'm relying on you

to steer her back
to the subject of our son.

Is that gonna be
a problem for you?

No. No, of course not,
Oberstgruppenfuhrer.

Naturally, anything she says

on the subject of Thomas,
that's to be between you,

private and privileged
between doctor and patient.

-Goes without saying.
-Yes.

Yes, of course.

Doctor and patient.

Sir?

I'm sure you are aware there are

those who would be
very interested

to know that
you're treating my wife.

Those who...

might be prepared
to pay handsomely

-for any information she might
unwittingly divulge. -Oh. No.

-Now, I'm just...
-No. I-I assure you...

...trying to make it
clear for you.

If ever I have reason
to suspect you...

betrayed the trust
I'm placing in you now,

then you and your family
will come to regret it.

Do you understand?

Uh, yes, sir.

-Yes, sir. Yes, I do.
-Good.

Well, then we're agreed.

Thank you so much for, uh,

fitting me in at short notice.

Your, uh, loyalty and discretion

are greatly appreciated.

Feel free to call anytime.

(phone ringing)

You get me everything I need?

Oh, yes.

I've got an entire basket
of goodies for you, George.

For starters, a letter

congratulating a Hitler Youth
on being selected

to spread the Nazi gospel
throughout South America.

-And the youth was?
-Thomas Smith.

Except he wasn't
medically sound.

Well, his father always covered
for him, now, didn't he?

All right, these are cables
from Raeder

to the embassy in Buenos Aires

authorizing a series
of payments

for anti-Nazi guerrillas.

Smith was planning to...

kidnap his own son?

That is the hypothesis.

When will we have proof?

Patience, George.
I am this close

to being able to prove
Helen Smith a murderer.

We'll put all
the dirty little evidence

right under
the Reichsfuhrer's nose

and let him smell
the rancid putrefaction.

(phone ringing)

Hello?

Last night someone
followed me home.

What?

TAGOMI (over phone):
He lurked in the shadows,

tracking me like an animal.

Why would anyone do that?

I may be on a Nazi death list.

I believe the man was Joe Blake.

You believe?

Did you see him?

No, I... I turned around
and he was gone.

A patrol came by.

Why would Joe want to kill you?

Look, in the film...

In the film he kills you both.

Yes, because
he knew that whatever was

at the end of that tunnel
was something worse than death.

I have to know
what that something is.

That's Joe in the film,

not in this world.

Either way, I know he's
connected to Lackawanna.

Why else would Abendsen
give you that film?

Look, I know he's still hiding
things from me, to be sure,

but he's got answers I won't
be able to find on my own.

Don't be foolish.

He will tell you nothing.

Maybe.

But I've got to see this
through to the end, Tagomi-san.

And if it's a bitter end...

so be it.

Juliana...

(dial tone)

Then why is Tagomi still alive?

I was interrupted
at the last moment, sir.

It's unfortunate.

But I trust you won't
disappoint me.

Yes, sir.

And the asset?

Winning her trust
has been tricky, sir,

but she's definitely
hiding something.

And what might that be?

She knows
about Lackawanna, somehow.

And I think she spent time
with High Castle this past year.

And can lead us to him.

If you can get to Abendsen,

it would be a brilliant coup
for Die Nebenwelt.

But you will deal with Tagomi.

I arrive in New York
this afternoon.

After you complete your mission,

you will report to me directly

with Wexler's plans.

Yes, Mein Fuhrer.

Sieg Heil.

RYAN: Why don't we start
with something easy?

You know, a memory.
Could be anything.

Anything?

Well, anything
to do with Thomas.

Why don't you sit back,
shut your eyes if that helps,

and, uh, go back to a moment.

Needn't be anything big.

Could be something
nice and simple.

(sighs)

Uh, they-they heard me...

scream and...

wail...

when Thomas was walking
to that van.

I wept, I pleaded,
and all of my neighbors--

housewives and my friends--

they heard me beg him to stop.

Stop and go back in the house.

Don't do this.

I'm so... so ashamed.

But any mother
would've wept and pleaded.

Don't you think?

My son was a hero,
I was a weakling.

No. No, no.

It takes strength
to grieve openly.

Does it?

It's the weak
who conceal their feelings

behind a tough facade.

Now, just by me saying this,

you won't magically
let go of your shame.

But, if it makes it any easier,

there is nothing more important
to the Aryan state

than a powerful mother
who brings the full force

of her emotions and convictions
to daily life in the Reich.

BRIDGET:
Madam?

HELEN:
Hmm?

Edgar.

Uh, are-are you here
for a meeting with John?

No, dear, I'm here
to speak to you.

You see, new evidence
has surfaced

in the Alice Adler
murder investigation,

forcing me to reopen the case.

I don't understand.
Uh, the man you arrested--

didn't he confess?

Yes, it's true, he confessed.

But I understand that confession
may have been coerced.

Do you recognize this?

I sincerely hope

that you have nothing in your
closet that matches this, Helen.

HELEN:
Is that blood?

BRIDGET:
Madam.

Excuse me.

-MAN: Found something.
-Call John.

Put that back.

MAN 2:
This one.

Apparently dry-cleaned.

The missing button
matches perfectly.

Put my jacket back

this moment.

Now, Helen, whoever tampered
with the murder scene

-dare not move the body.
-Yes, I'll hold.

HOOVER: So as a stroke
of luck or misfortune,

this was found
underneath the chair,

right next
to where Alice perished.

Do you know anything about this?

Well, yes.

Yes, o-of course. I...

I was wearing that jacket
when I went to talk to Alice--

uh, talk some sense into her--

th-these rumors
that she had been spreading.

We argued.

Bitterly, in fact.

She must have just clawed
that button

right off of my jacket.

As soon as I realized
she was being unreasonable,

I turned around,
and I came right home.

I've just given you a statement.

Don't you want to write it down?

I wanted to be looking you
in the eyes

when you said those words.

And you believe me.

Don't you, Edgar?

Of course I do, Helen.

And I want you to know
I'll do anything to help.

Sorry for the disturbance.

(elevator doors open)

SMITH:
Trust me, Helen,

-Trust you, John? The last
time... -we're not relying

-on Hoover's help.
-I trusted you...

No? Because he came bursting in
here with two of his men.

Who's to stop him from coming
back and arresting me?

(phone rings)

Yes?

Yes, Reichsfuhrer.

Of course, I'll be there.

Yes, of course.

That was Himmler?

It's just a meeting.

Let's... let's just be calm.

The Reichsfuhrer just
summoned you on short notice--

I mean, how can I remain calm?

-My God, this... -We don't know
what this is about.

Let's not jump to conclusions.

That's exactly what scares me.

It terrifies me.

-We don't know what...
-What have you taken, Helen?

Did you take something?

-What did you take, Helen?
-No. I...

-What have you taken?
-I got rid of my pills,

if that's what you mean.
I'm... a strong woman.

Yes, I know you're
a strong woman, Helen.

But it's my job to protect you.

I mean, to look after
you and the kids.

Now, you stay home.

Don't talk to anyone.

Don't do anything.

I'll be back soon.

And we'll see where we are.

(elevator dings)

(doors open)

("Witchcraft" by Frank Sinatra
playing over radio)

NICOLE:
Stay.

I'll make coffee.

I would love to,
but honestly, I overslept,

and Wayne is waiting.

So is my work.

Work?

We'll talk Year Zero, then.

Look, Nicole.

New York
is a cosmopolitan capital,

but it's not nearly
as sophisticated as Berlin.

And what you and I are doing--

as sweet and lovely as it is--

it can destroy us both.

♪ "Proceed with what ♪

♪ You're leading me to" ♪

♪ It's such an ancient pitch ♪

♪ But one ♪

♪ That I'd never switch ♪

♪ 'Cause there's
no nicer witch ♪

♪ Than you. ♪

(car door opens)

Don't look so scared.

What's important
is we found you.

Doesn't matter where.

I'm always
at your beck and call, sir.

Yes, I know.

But you see, it's not enough

for you just
to be available, Thelma.

Now you're gonna
have to step up.

(chuckles)

Just...

ah, the hell with this.

This... this is hopeless.

Just go on without me.

Aw, come on, buck up, Robert.

It's a 15-mile walk
back to Denver.

20, tops.

We'll get jobs, save up.

-Jobs?
-Sure. You could be a bartender.

Introduce Campari-based
cocktails to the Neutral Zone.

I'd rather commit seppuku,
thank you very much.

Or you could take this.

Now, I was unhappy
with our split, as you knew.

So I put it in my pocket.

Thief.
You're a goddamned picaroon.

And then when we were surrounded
by those motor-psychos,

I put it in my underpants.

(vehicle approaching)

-Hey!
-What about the...

What about the photograph
that authenticates it

-as John Wayne's? -That's still
safe in my underpants. Hey.

-You guys need a lift?
-Yes, one second.

Let's just make a clean break.
I'll wait for the next one,

-and go my own way. -But there
might not be a next one.

Listen, I don't need it.

There's nothing left for me
in San Francisco.

I'm staying here.

Make a decision.
I don't got all day.

God help me, but I can't leave
you stranded here by yourself.

Come back with us.

The buckle's yours,
no strings attached.

Take it.

Come on.

Oh, I'll need
the, uh, photograph, too.

Just... not now.
Later.

When we're within sight
of hand soap.

(laughter in distance)

(lock clicks)

Just a second.

Come in.

Everything okay?

I don't know yet.

-Wow, you're full of surprises.
-Yeah, so are you.

Guy at the desk said you're
registered under Joe Blake.

Well, that's my name.

So what's with
the third-rate hotel--

why aren't you staying
at the embassy?

Yeah, well,
'cause they bug the rooms.

I like my privacy,
from time to time.

(glasses clink)

(liquid pouring)

The hell is this?

I use that to dial Berlin.

I-It's just a standard-issue
secure telephone line

for diplomatic staff.

Keeps the Pons from
intercepting our negotiations.

Yeah.

I was wrong to come here.

Hold on. What...
what's the problem?

Look, I need to know
where you were last night,

and I need some honesty
for a change.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

-No, none?
-No. And the fact is, I've been

a lot more honest with you
than you've been with me.

Don't try to turn this around.

You know what?
You're right, you should go.

Why did Himmler let you live?

-(sighs) You're still here.
-I want to know

what they did to you in
that cell for all those months.

They execute your father,
and all you have to do

-is denounce him to go free?
-We're not talking about this.

No? You're not just
a fucking trade attaché, Joe.

-What did you agree to do
for Himmler? -Stop.

Why are you really
in San Francisco?

I said we're not having
this conversation.

-Well, that's the problem.
-That's enough!

You want to know how I survived?

My father wasn't just executed.

They made me do it.

They made me put a bullet
in my father's head.

While Himmler stood there
and watched.

(sighs)

♪ ♪

There's not a day
that goes by...

...that I don't wish I'd put
a gun under my own chin.

And blow my fucking brains out.

I'm so sorry.

You're late.

Or have you forgotten
the ceremony's in a few days?

No, no, I didn't.
I'm sorry.

Is something wrong?

I'm fine.

Where were we?

Book of Leviticus.

Moses...

seeks to atone for his sins

from Adonai, our God.

-And in doing so...
-Yeah.

(sighs):
Uh...

yeah, you know what?
Um...

maybe this bar mitzvah idea's
not for me.

I mean, I'm not 13, Mark.

Well, your...
your age is immaterial.

I thought this was
important to you.

Yeah, it was.
Things are changing.

After the whole, uh...

What I did.
You know what I'm talking about.

(sighs)

Atonement is...

is a long and rocky road.

It's a whole process.

Just-just the fact that
you are on that road proves

-that you have a moral compass.
-What about men

without a moral compass?

I...

Were you ever gonna mention
the Yakuza looking for me?

Lila told me she
ran into them in Denver.

I was going to tell you
after the ceremony...

Well, that-that
might be too late.

Maybe we should drop all this,

and I get back to my work.

Slow down, Frank.

There's people
who are sniffing around,

-but nobody in Denver knows
that you're here. -How do...

God, you've worked
so hard on this.

It's more than
a bar mitzvah, it...

it's a way to bring you
into the community,

which, in turn, is-is a way
to safeguard your future.

Mark...

we both know damn well

my future is very much in doubt.

Which is exactly
what it means to be a Jew.

Get used to it.

Now, sit down.

John.

-I'm so sorry, sir.
-See, I've been trying to...

think my way around this, Edgar.

How you could possibly think

it was a wise plan of action

to send your goons
into my house.

Threaten my wife.

I was merely stating the facts,
as they stand.

Now, I... I respect you, John.

Which is why I've arranged
to deal with Rockwell.

You will take
an early retirement,

and all this will go away,
it will all be forgotten.

Now, I hope that sounds good.

Because the alternative
reeks of treason...

execution...

and other unpleasantries.

You know,
reading my Torah verses...

(kids chattering)

...did kind of shift
my perspective.

-Yeah?
-Yeah. Thanks.

Sure.

Do I really have to sing them
in front of the whole...

(both laughing)

It's more chanting than singing.

-Yes. -I can do it,
and I'm not even a singer.

I'm not even a cantor.
I'm not even Eddie Cantor.

(raised voices in distance)

(sighs)

MALKA: ...not just
for Frank but for us,

a goddamn guaranteed bloodbath.

JACOB: We'll act fast-- we'll
cut a deal if it comes to that.

(indistinct chatter)

You can stop arguing.

I get the situation,
and I'm leaving.

I'm leaving now.

SAMUEL: There's no consensus
on the situation.

-WOMAN: That's right. -Frank,
we're hashing this out, is all.

Look, I am grateful
for the shelter,

but I can't have the threat of
your community on my conscience.

(indistinct chatter)

Mark, I need a lift to town.

Nope.

All right.

Let's vote.

Those in favor of Frank leaving,
raise your hands.

(indistinct chatter)

You know why we're
called Sabra, Frank?

Those in favor of him staying?

-Yeah! -Yeah!
-Hear, hear!

It's from a Hebrew word--
tzabar-- it's a cactus

that grows in the Holy Land.

They say it's tough
on the outside...

The ayes have it.

...and sweet and tender
on the inside.

Frank stays, for now.

(indistinct chatter)

-Come on. Let's eat.
-Yeah.

ROCKWELL:
John.

Glad you could make it.

Of course.

What's the occasion?

Something deadly serious.

ROCKWELL:
Let's start

with Dr. Adler,

whom you eulogized

following his sudden demise
from a heart attack.

A man who'd just gotten
a clean bill of health

from his own cardiologist.

So...

what caused

Adler's fatal coronary?

Undetected...

coronary blockage, I'd assume.

You-you tell me, George.

I can't tell you.

Because Gerry Adler was cremated

before a proper postmortem
could be performed,

per Alice Adler's pleas
to anyone who'd listen.

And then Alice went
suddenly silent, too.

She died in a botched burglary,

according to the police.

But now ARBI agents
have come up with

a fascinating conclusion:

the burglar--

if indeed it was a burglar
who murdered Mrs. Adler--

was another woman.

Meantime,
evidence has come to light

of Smith's scheme
to sneak his ailing son

out of the country,
and then stage a kidnap plot

to spirit Thomas
to an Argentinian safe haven.

It's treason...

to cover up your son's illness,

and treason...

to use your office
to spirit away your sick son.

Not to mention assassinating
a high-ranking Nazi official,

Dr. Adler, and his wife.

HIMMLER:
Do you have evidence

to back up these accusations?

Mein Fuhrer, we have the motive,
the means and the proof.

HOOVER:
I'm sorry, Reichsmarschall,

but I'm afraid you're confused.

Confused.

How?

The charges you've
leveled against

Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith
are unfounded.

They're mere conjecture.

Why the fuck
would you say that?

I don't understand.
You showed me

all those cables
from Buenos Aires.

Helen Smith's button,

stained with
Alice Adler's blood.

Edgar...

where is it all?

Am I to understand
there is no evidence

to support
these claims or treason?

I have no evidence whatsoever,
Mein Fuhrer.

It is, in fact, treason,

to falsely accuse
a senior party member

-of such crimes.
-ROCKWELL: Mein Fuhrer...

Get him out of here.

ROCKWELL: Mein Fuhrer...

Go away!

Out of my sight.

Out of this country.

Immediately!

Edgar, you set me up.

A put-up job?!

I will fucking crush you!

SMITH:
Did you really think I would

just sit by while you
threatened my family, Edgar?

This is not something
you want out there.

Well, fine.

You do know
that it is all lies,

innuendos and gossip--
that's all it's ever been.

Until now.

HIMMLER:
You will excuse us

while I have a word

-with the Oberstguppenfuhrer.
-(clicks heels)

Jawohl, Mein Fuhrer.

(door closes)

I've invested heavily

in grooming you for high office.

And you nearly let me down.

If Hoover had got to Raeder

and interrogated him,
it would've been you,

not Rockwell,
frog-marched out of here

Yes, Reichsfuhrer.

You were careless.

Putting a subordinate
in charge of your secrets?

That loose end
had to be tied up,

lest your secrets be revealed.

And an ongoing issue remains.

Your wife.

She's a liability
and a vulnerability,

just as much as Erich Raeder.

And if you cannot
control her or contain her,

you will force me to do so.

Reichsfuhrer.

So, from this moment,

you are
the acting Reichsmarschall.

Do not disappoint me, John.

TURNER:
It's a makeover.

A do-over, a facelift,
a fresh start.

Across the GNR, we enter
a new transformational phase:

Year Zero.

It's a state of re-becoming,

and it begins
with the destruction

of iconic landmarks
of pre-Reich America.

TURNER:
First on the list,

a sentimental favorite.

Which is precisely why
she must be destroyed, schnell.

Located, conveniently,
right here in New York Harbor.

HIMMLER: She has the narcissism
one associates

with the female of the species,

particularly
the decadent French.

But she's not only
an egomaniac,

she's a pyromaniac.

(laughing)

(Himmler continues laughing)

You can set up
a controlled demolition.

Timed explosives.

Collapse the statue
in her own footprint.

No, I want it to be
more of a spectacle.

And it's not just about
what goes down.

It's about what goes up

to replace this rock pile,

almost before you know it.

NICOLE: America's
the Jahr Null generation,

perfectly built
to dismantle the past.

Your son would be proud.

This is the New Colossus.

Director Hoover, sir.

(door closes)

Congratulations, John.

I'm glad to be working with
a man so capable and steady.

And I'm also happy
that we've managed to get past

our little impasse phase.

Oh, yes.
Me too, Edgar.

Me too.

I'm sure I don't need
to tell you,

but we, uh,
public servants of the Reich

do not have insurance plans,

so what I have on you,

if you don't mind,
I'd like to keep.

-Understood.
-That said,

any intelligence
you have on me

I'd like on my desk
by week's end

for my review.

I would expect nothing less.

And while you're
stalling me on that, Edgar,

I'd like you
to bring me your file

on Rockwell's failed raid
on High Castle.

The actual file.

It is my duty to serve.

-(clicks heels)
-Heil Himmler.

(door opens)

(door closes)

♪ ♪

(indistinct conversations)

Caballero.
What's your poison?

Surprise me.

I've been drinking ginger ale
for a goddamn decade.

Permiso-- you are him?

Great man in exile.

Napoleon on Elba.

You were robbed,
Señor Presidente.

Well, Bonaparte
escaped his island

within a year
and re-took control.

As will I.

(men speaking Spanish)

Who are they?

Soldiers of fortune.

Mercenaries, and very good
at what they do.

Would you care to meet them?

Not tonight.

Tonight I want

a reliable connection.

Catch my drift?

And those two gifted dancers

for a private
command performance.

Take the sting
out of my Cuban hiatus.

No knock on your
tropical paradise.

Welcome to Havana, caballero.

World capital of song,
sand and sea.

And, of course,
our two gifted dancers

will be delivered
straight to your residence.

(calls out in Spanish)

(applause, whistling)

REPORTER (on TV): ...describing
Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith

as a true hero of the Reich,

and as a worthy custodian
of the role.

Our headlines again:

Reichsmarschall Rockwell
gave a speech

praising
Oberstgruppenfuhrer Smith

at the ceremony
honoring the memory

of the Oberstgruppenfuhrer's
son, Thomas.

In a surprise announcement
earlier today,

George Lincoln Rockwell
declared that

he would be stepping down
as Reichsmarschall of America,

and the Oberstgruppenfuhrer
John Smith...

Daddy, you're home.

Come watch.
You're on the television.

-Is that right?
-REPORTER: In a statement,

the Reichsmarschall
explained that he intended

to retreat to his
sugar plantations in Cuba

to ensure the quality
of this vital commodity

to the Reich, and to devote time
to writing his memoirs.

An announcement
will be made shortly

as to the official succession

to Reichsmarschall
of America.

All right, everyone, sorry.

That's enough.
It's been a long day.

Bridget, you can go home.

(snorts)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Make it real.

I like it real.

(shrieks)

Real enough for you?

(screams)

Smith sends his best.

(Joe exhales)

I can't remember the last time
I slept like that.

(Juliana chuckles softly)

Joe, there's something
I've been...

wanting to tell you.

I've seen something.

Another film.

With you and me.

A tunnel.

It wasn't in a dream,
it was in a film.

That's why I thought
you might know about Lackawanna.

Where did you see this film?

If I show it to you...

Look, I'm hoping it'll just
jog something for you, anything,

even the smallest, most...

insignificant detail.

Okay.

If you think it will help.

I'm gonna go shower.

(door closes)

(shower starts running)

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(shower stops)

You looking for this?

It's Lebensborn.

JULIANA:
I've seen it before.

On three dead Nazi commandos.

And where was that?

The Neutral Zone.

That's a pretty
big place, Juliana.

Where in the Neutral Zone?

-A farmhouse.
-A farmhouse.

The one in Jamestown,
outside of Boulder?

-Okay, now you're scaring me,
all right? -Listen, Juliana,

to resist is to invite the kind
of pain that I went through.

And trust me--
you do not want that.

And what is it
that you think I want?

You want to join me.

For a world full of perfection
and happiness.

You hardly seem happy.

Just wake up!

This is the world we live in.

One th-that can be perfected,

but not by your idea
of goodness.

Make peace with that,

and there's a way out of this.

But what does it mean--
Die Nebenwelt?

It means "the next world,"
a parallel world.

And when we reach it,
and the world after that,

and the world after that,

the Reich will be everywhere.

It dwarfs my father's
greatest dreams.

Now get dressed.

Or what?
Hmm?

You know, I've watched
you kill me so many times.

You know what happens next?

You take that gun
and you put it under your chin,

and you blow
your own fucking brain...

(muffled grunting)

You're gonna take me to Tagomi.

(whimpering)

And then you're gonna
take me to High Castle.

Get dressed.

I'm gonna be sick.

(panting, retching)

(doorknob jiggles)

Juliana?

Just a minute.

Juliana, open the door.

Open the door, hurry up.

Coming.

(pounding on door)

Why aren't you dressed?

(gun clatters)

(grunts)

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