All language subtitles for Murder.In.The.First.S02E06

[indistinct conversations]

I'm here to pick up my sister,

Tenea Cascade.

Have a seat.

[typing]

Smells good.

I should've thought
of that.

[door buzzes]

I just didn't know
what to bring.

Burgers. Smart.

What are you here for?

My wife.

She's been in there
for three months on a D.U.I.

You?

My sister. Four months.

[sighs]

Just kills you every day,
doesn't it?

I mean, they're in there,
and you can't help.

And you don't even know what
to do to help. You just...

I'm sorry.
I-I... I'm... I'm nervous.

No, you're cool, bro.
I get it.

[door buzzes]

Hey, baby.

[kisses]

Wanna get out of here?

- Mm-hmm. [speaks indistinctly]
- [whispers] Let's go.

Sir?

Sir.

I checked the log,

there's no Cascade scheduled
for release today.

Check again.

You probably put
her name in wrong.

Tenea is T-E-N-E-A.

Last name is Cascade.
I'm her brother, Suger.

[taps key]

You're a day late.

What?

[sighs]

Is that her signature
right there?

Yeah, but...

Well, she was released
yesterday. Take a look.

[typing]

♪

Sync and corrections by explosiveskull
www.addic7ed.com

I am a simple kind of guy,
Ms. Nelson...

meat and potatoes,

football and beer,

order in my court,
not bombshells.

Judge Ellis, this was
my client's choice to make,

and I support it.

Whether or not he has a choice
is not the question.

What matters is whether this
court can legitimate view him

as fit to make this choice
on his own.

I've had Dustin evaluated
numerous times by a psychiatrist

frequently used by this court,
Your Honor.

According to Dr. Wersheim,

my client meets all legal
standards for mental competency

and has made here an intelligent
and fully informed waiver.

I can't just sign off
on this, Ms. Nelson.

Mr. Siletti is right.

Competency comes first.

And your shrink is not
the court's shrink.

I order that Mr. Maker

undergo a comprehensive
psychiatric evaluation

with
a court-appointed doctor.

Based on his findings,
I'll make my determination

as to whether or not
this case goes to trial.

Hey, Chief.
I was just looking for you.

Here I am,
and I brought a friend.

Hey, Dad.

[scoffs]

What's going on?

Have a seat.

[sighs]

Did I do somethin' wrong?

Quite the opposite.

I thought your father
would enjoy being here

to witness
his son's promotion.

Congratulations, Jim,

I'm putting a star
on your shoulder.

You were a hero during
the school bus shooting,

and this department
has big plans for you.

Well, only if you're interested,
of course.

Oh, no, Chief, um...
Um... I'm honored. Truly.

But with respect, I'd like
a little time to think about it.

My unit has been under immense
pressure since the bus shooting.

We've... we've lost
two inspectors.

You know, this would be
the worst possible time

for me to leave.

I admire your loyalty,
Lieutenant.

Think about it.
Take the week.

Yes, thank you, sir.

Congratulations, almost.

Mr. Koto.

Did you pressure him
to promote me?

Why are you so afraid
of success?

Dad, what makes you think
I'm even interested in...

Nobody ever rises to power
refusing promotion.

It's not just about power,
Dad.

My team is like my family.
I'm not abandoning them.

Loyalty is admirable
in a follower.

In a leader,
it is weakness.

What are you, son?

Are you a follower?

Or the future Mayor?

The trial of Dustin Maker
is turning into a circus.

The media's practically
camped out downstairs.

Look, we need a win
as a unit here.

Hildy, Terry, I need you
to dig a little deeper

into Walt's death.

We gotta figure out
what happened down there.

Was it friendly fire?
Or did Kaleb kill with intent?

And if he did,
what was his motive?

Maybe that'll help us
make sense of his suicide.

All right, on it.

Junior, you're on
the Jalil Thompson case.

Roger that.

Molk,
where the hell is Navarro?

I mean, the quinceañera is over,
isn't it?

Or does it take up
two weekends?

You know, I was gonna
swing by his house.

I'll let you know
right away, sir.

All right.

[pot clatters]

So, um, I was the one
who arrested Jalil.

I took his confession.

- He was... a really good kid.
- [clears throat]

He has a good mom, so...
do your best, okay?

Of course.

If I were you,

I'd probably start at juvie
and then you could...

Hildy.

[cup clatters]

Take it easy.

I know how to work a case,
okay?

One more thing.

Oh.

You, me, and Terry...
we're the only ones who know

that Kaleb's suicide
wasn't actually a suicide.

So let's keep it that way

until we clear the rest
of the team, all right?

Who hasn't been cleared?

Navarro.

But...

you're not worried,
right?

- [elevator bell dings]
- [indistinct conversations]

Heard you're working
the Jalil Thompson murder.

Mind if I ride with you?

Things that slow over
in Gang Unit,

or you just miss
my winning personality?

Keep the change.

- MAN: Oh, thank you.
- Yeah,

I miss the smell of old spice
and whisky in the morning.

Reminds me of the guys
I dated in high school.

[doorbell rings]

Navarro!

Hello?

[Crud's "Devil at the Wheel"
playing]

You live here?

No.

♪♪

♪ You'll never know
how much I loved you ♪

Can I help you
with something?

♪ You'll never know
how much I cared ♪

Nah. We just don't see

too many friendly faces
in the neighborhood.

And you live around here?

Sure. We just thought
we'd come say hello.

♪ And I drive ♪

Hello.

♪ Drive ♪

♪ and I drive ♪

[clicks tongue]

♪♪

I wanted to ask you about
something specific

that Dustin mentioned
in our last interview.

It seems that Dustin
broke his arm when he was 6.

Yeah, he did.

And do you know what happened?

He was staying with
my brother Beau in Pleasanton.

Dustin used to go there
for three weeks every summer.

He loved it.

Said it was like summer camp.

And we liked having a break.

My brother Beau's a mechanic.

He said Dustin was playing
with the machines in the shop.

There was an accident
and he broke his arm.

Actually, he shattered
his distal radius bone.

Dustin told us that he doesn't
remember anything about it,

not even going to the hospital,
which is, um, surprising,

because, apparently, they had to
surgically repair his forearm.

He must've blacked it out.

That's what I'm thinking,
too.

It's not unusual
when very young children

experience severe trauma,

for them to wipe it
from their memory.

It's a defense mechanism,
a way to protect themselves.

There any reason you didn't
mention that earlier

when I asked you
if there was any

physical trauma
in Dustin's life?

We were under a... lot of stress
last time we talked, so...

must've just slipped my mind.

We didn't see him until
two weeks after it happened,

so I guess his experience
has been different than ours.

Dustin was 6 years old.
He was having surgery,

and neither of you
showed up in the hospital?

Were you unable
to go to Pleasanton?

We knew
we'd be seeing him soon.

My own brother
was taking care of him.

Dustin loved Beau.

We just didn't
see the need to...

[sighs heavily]

[line rings]

[ring]

- Pick up, Tenea, damn.
- [ringing continues]

[ring]

AUTOMATED FEMALE VOICE:
The mailbox

you are trying to reach
is full.

Yo.
What's up?

What's up with our shorties
on lockdown?

Why they not putting us
on game?

Well, Rashonda caught the chain
to Chowchilla.

And old girl got down
with trailer park queen

so they threw her ass
in the hole for like a month.

We've been blind
for a few weeks now.

And you just now
telling me?

Hey, don't trip.
She'll show up.

Are you keeping it 100
with me, brother?

Always.

We good, man. Chill out.

Check this out.

We got into
Kaleb's private E-mail.

He uses the same password
as his city account.

- He sent Navarro's address...
- [clears throat]

and a bunch
of personal information

to that E-mail.

Why would Kaleb send another
cop's home address to anyone?

They weren't even friends,
right?

Yeah,
we should run it by Keef.

- See if she can run an I.P. address.
- Yeah.

Regardless, something is
definitely going down

between Navarro and Kaleb.

Right, but it doesn't mean
he killed him, okay?

Look at this.

Kaleb... he's got notes on
a bunch of different members

of the Nazi Brotherhood.

The N.B.s are obviously
a killing machine, right?

So they could've found out
that Kaleb was a cop

- and took him out.
- Maybe.

You know, my brother... he has
a great C.I. in the brand.

I think we should maybe
talk to him. What do you think?

All right.

Nazis. Sweet.

[horn honks in distance]

[Wishes and Thieves'
"Let You In" playing]

[indistinct conversations]

♪ Midnight hush wakes me ♪

Whoa. [chuckles]

What's going on here?

We're working the Jalil Thompson
investigation together.

Gangland homicide.

She was riding with me
when you called,

and we came straight here.

Classy, Junior.

His idea, not mine.

McCray Stanton.

So you gonna stand there
and bust my balls,

or do you wanna go
talk to him?

Shut up.

♪♪

[sighs]

- May I?
- Yep.

[chuckling]

What's this about?

[chuckles]

If it's a Nazi Brotherhood
related homicide,

then Gang Unit should be
involved with that.

Of course, of course.

So is Hildy always on point
when you guys do interviews?

Only when we're interviewing
white supremacists.

Aha.

Kaleb didn't infiltrate shit.
The N.B.s knew he was a cop.

He was our cop.

It's always good to have
a C.I., right?

You have me.
The Brotherhood had Kaleb.

His death was bad for business.

So you don't think
there's any way

someone from the Brotherhood
took him out?

There's always a chance
someone went rogue,

but that would've put him
at odds with the boss.

He liked Kaleb.
Kaleb got shit done.

What was the last thing
he worked on with your crew?

[indistinct conversations,
wolf whistle]

[sniffs] A beef
with The Black Hand

up at Pelican Bay.

Some mid-level sereno
figured out the C.O. up there

was on the take.

Pipelined heroin into the joint
for the N.B.s.

So pig boy put a green light
on that beaner's head.

I figured Kaleb caught wind.

News of a green light
gets around.

He sent the head skins
all the info they'd need

to do their work...

family members' addresses,
phone numbers, license plates.

How did Kaleb
know all this stuff?

'Cause he knew that
sereno's brother was a cop.

S.F.P.D.

Do you remember his name?

Cristobal Navarro.

His cop brother's name's Edgar.

But you would know that,
right, Inspectors?

Thanks to Kaleb Peat,

now the Nazi Brotherhood
knows his name, too.

♪♪

What else?
Is Navarro's family in danger?

What about his wife?
What about his kids?

Everyone's at risk when you
steal from the Brotherhood.

They'll kill him,
kill his family.

Then they'll wait for
all of them to be buried,

dig 'em up, open their caskets,
and kill 'em again

just to make a point.

[sucks teeth]

Look, I don't know much.

Kid got shanked over
by the laundry room.

Three guys. No idea who.

And nobody saw anything?

Administrative investigators

took a look, but of course,
nobody's talking.

[clears throat]

How hard did you ask?

As hard as they let me.

Proving a crime...
now that part is yours.

[scoffs] Yeah.

You got a video?

Yeah, this is the last shot
we got before the incident.

That's it?

Whoever jumped him
knows the facility...

knows where the cameras are,

stayed off the film.

Okay, run the tape again.

[taps keys]

Okay, there, pause it.

- Zoom in.
- [taps keys]

That tatt on his neck...
did he have that going in?

Who knows? Maybe.

Lot of kids align
when they get in here.

Prison ink. Homemade.
Do you have his intake photos?

Nope. For that,
you gotta talk to admin.

[chuckles]

Well...
[clears throat]

thanks, Billy. You're a regular
fount of information.

"Fount"?

I read. Get over it.

- Thanks, Billy.
- [door opens]

[whispering indistinctly]

- [clears throat]
- Yo.

Got the I.P. address
on knight254@me.com.

Chief Keefer in the house.

- Isn't he a looker?
- Oh. Thanks, Keef.

Peace.

[scoffs]
Okay, Angus Runyan...

meth, heroin, trafficking,
distribution, money laundering,

hate crimes, arrested this time
around for mayhem,

and became a lifer
after two prison homicides.

Let me see.

Oh.

Oh, nice.

That's who Kaleb sent Navarro's
personal info to?

Yeah, sold out
his whole family.

Shoot, I'd kill him, too.

Navarro's on the run.

So he's got
dual citizenship.

We need to tell Molk.

Mnh-mnh.

Terry, they've been partners
for eight years. Come on.

It's the least we can do.

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

What's, uh, what's up?

Uh... do you know if Navarro
has any family in Mexico?

Uh, yeah, his dad's got
a ranch in Altar,

which is just inside the border.

Why?

We're looking at Navarro
for Kaleb's murder.

We think he may be
on the run.

Kaleb's murder? What the hell
are you talkin' about?

Kaleb shot himself.

The gunshot wound was doctored.

He was definitely killed.

Mm-hmm.

Wait... and Navarro
is a suspect?

Yes.

Why?

His brother
had some kind of issue

with the Nazi Brotherhood
in Pelican Bay.

Kaleb was
in the Nazis' pocket.

So he gave them all of
Navarro's personal information

just to get Cris to back off.

[exhales sharply]

Okay, so, uh, yesterday,

I saw two skinheads casing
Navarro's house.

- Really?
- Yeah.

We gotta find him.

Yeah.

You understand
the charges against you?

10 counts of
first degree murder,

31 counts
of attempted murder.

How do you feel
about the charges?

How do I feel?

Well, they're true,
and I'm guilty.

Do you feel guilty?

No.

You knew most of
your victims, correct?

The ones on the bus, yeah.

Were you friends
with any of them?

[huffs] Hell, no.

Were any of them
your enemy?

Define enemy.

How do you define enemy?

It depends on the day.

What was your definition
of enemy

on the day
of the shootings?

Everybody.

But you choose the kids
on the bus.

Yeah.

Why them?

Why not them?

I mean, it's all inconsequential
anyway, right?

What are we on this earth for?
Nothing. There's no point.

No matter what you say, it all
breaks down to the fact

that nothing really matters.

"Nothing really matters."

- JUNIOR: Mine's worse.
- RAFFI: I doubt that.

Uh, junkie,
a woman my mom's age...

she OD'd, was in her house
for about a week,

and the cat ate her face.

Which is why
I'm a dog person.

[chuckles]
Okay, what's yours?

My first D.B.?

4-year-old girl,
Palestinian,

shelling tore her
into five pieces.

Still had a Teddy bear
clutched in one hand.

Whoa, okay, you win.

- Hi.
- [door closes]

- You guys are here to see Jalil Thompson?
- Yeah.

No problem. I just tucked him in
a few hours ago.

[latch clacks]

Wait a minute.

[rattles]

What?

[papers rustling]

He was just here.

The bodies are dropped off
in the back

where they get a toe tag.

Then they're brought
through autopsy

before they are stored in
a drawer.

[rattles]

- Thank you.
- [clack]

We initial and mark down
the times of every step,

and as you can see, Jalil was
in the drawer, 6:00 P.M.

And who else has access
to the freezer?

Well, Roz and I have
the only keys that I know of.

Possibly management control.

So this room is
never left unattended?

Rarely, uh,
we thin out at night.

We have one or two M.E.s,
an inspector down the hall.

Of course, night time's when we
get most of our calls, so...

But we always lock up
and set the alarm.

I'll get the code and keys
changed today.

Jalil was here yesterday.
Were there any calls last night?

We had four calls last night.

We had an elderly stroke victim
in twin peaks.

We had that car crash
on market, right?

And we had, uh, an overdose
in the Financial District.

They found some patent lawyer
facedown,

a mountain of cocaine
on his desk.

And then we had a homeless man
in the tenderloin.

So just
an average Tuesday night?

Mm-hmm.

- No cameras, huh?
- No cameras.

We've never had a need
for cameras.

We haven't lost a body
in years.

Uh, certain religious groups
object.

This whole sensitive thing
about photographing the dead.

So there's been no cameras.

I think we're gonna have to
change that now, unfortunately.

Anyway, I think two people

could get a body out of here
in five minutes,

but they'd have to have
knowledge of when

the office was unattended,
they'd have to have a key,

and they'd have to know
how to disarm the alarm.

So you think it's an inside job.

♪♪

[sirens wailing in distance]

Wasted your money.
I don't eat radiated food.

It's got a convection
in it.

You could cook a turkey
in there.

You could bake a pie.

Since when
do I bake pies?

I haven't had much of
a appetite these days, anyway.

Maybe it's because of those
rocks on the table.

Oh, excuse me? Those rocks
probably came from your crew.

They know I'd kill 'em
if that was true.

All that does is make you
a hypocrite.

You heard from Tenea?

No,
you know we don't talk.

Just thought that
may have changed.

No, she got no time for me.
Why?

I can't find her.

She got out
of jail a day early.

- Jail?!
- [smack]

You got your sister involved
in the game?!

After you promised?

She was gonna be a nurse!

It ain't like that, Ma.
Okay?

She was in there
for just four months

on some bullshit
trumped up charge,

and they dropped it,
and they let her walk early.

So...
now you can't find her?

Yeah, smart girl,
that daughter of mine.

Mm, mm.

She done with me.

And now she done with you.

[clears throat]

_

Murder?

Stay cool,
stay cool, stay cool.

[speaking Spanish]

Tranquilo, ese.

They ain't looking for you.

Guttierrez. He's late.

You know who paces
back and forth on the inside?

- Fresh fish.
- Uh-huh.

Dudes who still think it's all
a big old mistake

hard timin' and shit.

No regrets, carnal.
We are where we are.

The motherland
ain't no prison.

[speaking inaudibly]

We ain't in Mexico yet,
bro.

It's just a matter of time.

See? I got E.S.P., mano.

Give me the bag.
[snaps fingers]

Stay in the car.

[sniffs, clears throat]

_

_

Yeah, across the bridge,
pendejo.

It's all there. Take it
to your man in Lane Six.

We need to cross now.

_

[sighs]

Bullshit.

That's $20,000.
Count it again.

_

Treinta?
No, no, no, no.

The deal was $20,000,
paisan.

_

I prefer ladies.

Gorditas, big ones.

But if you wanna slide
through Lane Six,

it's $30,000, ese.

Carnal,
we need to get that fettia.

We gotta hit a bank.

- No, I can't do that.
- Why not?

Cristos, I guarantee you

the people I work with
are tracking me.

If I make a withdrawal
from a bank,

it's gonna set off an alarm,
they're gonna find us.

You're just gonna have to
deal with them fools.

Edgar, we ain't got
no other choice.

- We gotta pay that vato.
- [exhales deeply]

[engine starts]

[knocks on door]

Uh, sir, we... we need to talk.
[clears throat]

We do.
You wanna talk about

how you stole Kaleb's file
from my office?

Or the fact that Kaleb's death
was not a suicide,

but a murder,

and you've been keeping that
from me.

I had to find out
from your informant.

- Uh, Lieutenant...
- Who else knows?

Hildy, Junior, and Molk.

Yeah, the, uh, the plan is...
Well, was,

to clear everybody
from Homicide and then...

and then bring you in.

[sighs heavily]

[taps pen]

Look, Terry,
I get why you did it.

But you should've told me.

Yeah.

So how far along are you?

Uh, we have alibis
for everybody except Navarro.

Who's AWOL, suddenly.

Well, we need to find him.

Yeah, that's what
we're trying to do.

Hey, Terry, you, uh,

when you say you have alibis
for everybody,

does that include yourself?

[chuckles]

Uh... no, sir,
I-I-I don't have an alibi.

- [knocks on door]
- Hey.

Yeah, uh,
do you have a minute?

He knows.

CalNational Bank
just flagged

a $10,000 withdrawal
from Navarro's account.

Branch was in San Diego.

Well, we were right.

He's running... to Mexico.

[huffs]

I reviewed Dr. Furden's report
on Mr. Maker,

which I will release
to counsel

at the conclusion
of these proceedings.

I found the doctor's evaluation
to be rigorous and thorough.

My tentative finding is
that Mr. Maker,

while clearly
psychologically disturbed,

is capable knowingly
and intelligently

of entering a plea of guilty
in this case.

Excuse me, Your Honor,
I may have some questions

for the doctor before you issue
your final judgment.

Take a moment to think
about that, Mr. Siletti.

Ms. Nelson, do you have any
feelings in the matter?

Defense submits
to the report, Your Honor.

I am assuming that you intend
to argue that Mr. Maker

is not competent
to enter a plea of guilty.

Because if that is the case,

he's not competent
to stand trial, either.

Would you have Mr. Maker

remanded to
a psychiatric facility

until he meets your standard
of competency?

Because those are
your options here.

We submit to the report.
Your Honor.

Good.

Mr. Maker, stand up.

Tell me why you're here.

I... don't understand
the question.

What did you do?

I shot 10 people.

Was it your intention
to kill them?

Yes.

And do you understand

that by pleading guilty
to this crime,

you are waiving
your constitutional right

- to a trial by jury?
- Yes.

Do you understand that
the maximum penalty possible,

in your case,
is death by lethal injection?

Yes.

And you understand that you're
putting your life in my hands?

Yes.

Okay.

Guilty plea accepted.

We'll schedule a sentencing
hearing six weeks from now.

Okay.

- [camera shutters clicking]
- One glance at

Jamie Nelson's
track record tells you

she's a very smart
and capable lawyer.

So no, I don't think
I'd say her strategy

- took us by surprise.
- After everything, though,

that has happened
to the victims' families

and to the city,

isn't this a breach of justice
not having Dustin Maker

tried
by a jury of the people?

Where's the breach of justice?

Dustin Maker's pled guilty
to the crime

for which he was charged.

And he is still going to have to
answer for his actions.

In your mind,

is justice possible
without a capital sentence?

In my mind? No.

Well, the majority of
the people in this city

- want capital punishment.
- What about the referendum?

- They voted for it.
- Are your eyes on San Francisco

or Sacramento?

- [woman speaks indistinctly]
- WOMAN: Sir!

ACEYALONE FEATURING BIONIK:
♪ Ah, whoo, yeah ♪

♪ They say, they say
"can I get that for you?" ♪

♪ I say "no" ♪

♪ "I got..." ♪

Tenea didn't put no
apartment number on the form?

Nursing school
had the address.

So we supposed to go
door to door up in this bitch?

That's gotta be 300 units.

[sighs] You know
we got you, Sug.

One thing you should know,

building's owned by a company
called Chan Works.

One of Andy Chan's shells
or something like that.

Goddamn.

This chink scheming on
my family.

What?
You thinking he gripped her?

All the arrows is pointing

to one direction right now,
Fatty B.

Nah, I don't think that's how
Chan get down, man.

He got a problem with you,

he'll just say
lights out direct.

I'm-a tell you
what you gonna do.

I didn't tell you
to think.

I'm-a tell you what you
gonna do, all right?

Huh?

I want you to put two goons
on his bumper.

Then you're gonna take
a crew out

and you're gonna ask
everybody you see

if they've seen Tenea,
you got that?

Right now!

You understand me?

For sure.

What you gonna do?

I'm-a go
and get myself right.

♪ I don't beg ball skill ♪

♪ But I will take the high road
over the hill ♪

♪ Like that's how I do it,
baby ♪

♪ That's how I feel ♪

Six weeks to put
the entire defense together.

Seems totally doable.

Only if you look at six weeks
as six weeks.

Siletti's not gonna turn over
discovery for another five.

- Oh, file a motion with a judge.
- [bell dings]

Maybe it'll light a fire
under Siletti's ass.

But I don't want us falling
into a rabbit hole on this.

You need to be lining up
our panel of witnesses.

Okay, and you?

I'm going to the hospital
in Pleasanton.

See if there's anything more
to be learned

- about Dustin's surgery.
- [lock beeps, latch clicks]

If I'm really lucky,
meeting Uncle Beau.

It'll be a treat.

Okay.

There is no way Siletti turned
over discovery this quick.

[lid thuds]

This isn't discovery.
This is...

my things.

[lid thuds]

TRUMP: ♪ I'm-a make
your bed break ♪

[kissing]

♪♪

♪ Until the bed breaks ♪

♪ Oh, wait,
how much can your bed take? ♪

♪♪

Hey.

Where are you?

I'm right here.

♪♪

No, you're not.

What are you talking about?
I'm right here.

♪♪

[huffs]
What's going on?

Nothing.

♪ Up against the walls ♪

♪ Knocking
all the screws loose ♪

♪♪

♪ I can take it
but you already... ♪

♪ Than you used to ♪

♪ Mattress going sideways
when we do it sideways ♪

I'm good.

You sure?

[lid closes]

This is because
you saw your mother.

No.

It ain't even like that.

[scoffs]
Happens every time.

- [knock on door]
- FATTY B: Yo!

What's up?

A big-ass box
just came for you.

Big-ass box?

All right,
give me a minute, bro.

All right.

[footsteps descending]

What the hell is that?

You order some furniture
or some shit?

No.

Rian,
did you buy me something?

Suger, please.

Open it.

Open it up.

[blade clicks]

[screams]

_

Who's that?

It's my sister.

[Southpaw Swagger's
"It Ain't Over" playing]

♪♪

[click]

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