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Peace is an illusion.

And no matter how
tranquil the world seems...

peace doesn't last long.

Peace is a struggle
against our very nature.

A skin we stretch over
the bone, muscle, and sinew

of our own innate savagery.

What are you doing?

We can't just leave her here.

She's not our problem. You
want to get us arrested?

Just...

let her go.

The instinct of violence curls
inside us like a parasite,

waiting for a chance to feed on our rage

and multiply until it bursts out of us.

War is the only thing
we really understand.

Long live the Uprising!

Long live Quellcrist Falconer...

Long live Quellcrist Falconer!

Christ.

Ah, for fuck's sake.

No hookers. Just get out of my room.

- I'd love to, but I have a job to do.
- You can keep what he paid you.

How generous of you. But then
it's not your money, is it?

This is not a siren of the night.
Ms. Prescott is an attorney.

Your hotel seems more
perceptive than you.

That's disappointing,

in view of the trouble and expense

Mr. Bancroft has taken to acquire you.

Oh, you work for Bancroft.

Exclusively. May I have my...

Where's my clothes?

If by "clothes" you mean those
bloodstained rags, here they are.

But I took the liberty
of procuring habiliments

more appropriate for your
position as a confidant of a Meth.

He's not a confidant. He's a hired gun.

Take her downstairs. And if
it's not too much trouble,

don't let anyone else
into my fucking room.

Lights on, 20%.

Hey, Hawkeye.

Hello, Lieutenant Ortega.

Would you like
information on the target?

I slept great, thanks. You?

I'm afraid I don't
understand the question.

That's a nicer answer than
most guys I wake up next to.

I'm afraid I don't
understand the question.

Forget it, Hawkeye.

Just let me know if
Kovacs goes anywhere.

This is not how normal
people start the day.

- Coffee, cereal maybe.
- Come on.

Toast. Maybe even toast
with another person...

I don't want any toast.

It can be nice, wake up
next to someone, have toast.

I don't want to hear your
suggestions for my personal life.

What personal life would that be?

You need to blank this noise.

Doesn't matter who Kovacs is, you
can't let him rattle you this much.

I know Bancroft's
yanking your chain so hard

you're gonna get whiplash.

What was that?

One more round?

That was a tracker.

Except, of course, it can't be,

since we don't have a warrant
on any of our open cases.

You know, if I saw this,
I'd have to report it.

So it's a good thing I didn't.

Don't thank me. Just stop.

Forget about Kovacs.
There's nothing there.

You think I don't know that?

Hawkeye, target location.

Processing target movements.

Target is in Psychasec, Mission Branch.

Welcome to Psychasec.

Please step up to the ID plate.

Ms. Prescott. Mr. Kovacs.

Director Nyman will be down in a moment.

Gonna need to interview Bancroft's
associates. Personal and business.

Kind of people in Mr. Bancroft's
circle, it's out of the question.

Go tell your boss
you've decided it's too

socially awkward for
me to save his life.

I'm sure he'll understand.

For the record,

I consider you to be completely
unqualified as an investigator,

and you can't smoke in here.

Personally, I hate these things, but...

you sleeved me in a
hardcore nicotine addict.

This sleeve is more than
adequate for your needs.

I doubt you'll be using it long.

Ms. Prescott. I've cleared
my schedule for the morning.

As I said earlier, whatever I can do.

There's no smoking.

At Psychasec, we provide
the top of the market

in augmented and
designer-enhanced sleeves.

Our service is exclusive
to an elite clientele.

Best sleeve money can
buy. Put your wife in me.

Hmm. How tasteful.

Our primary business is in clones.

No doubt you know a single clone

costs more than most
people make in a lifetime.

So Meths only.

Our clients are the most discerning,

wealthiest people in the Protectorate.

They don't do anything
as pedestrian as dying.

You deserve to look on the outside
the way you feel on the inside.

You deserve this sleeve.

This is the Bancroft family vault.

We keep 24/7 tech
personnel in the vault.

Gus was here the night Mr.
Bancroft needlecast back from Osaka.

They aren't aware, right?

Nah, clones' brains are
blanked, stacks are empty.

The bodies are electrically
stimulated periodically

so they don't lose muscle tone.

Gonna need to see any footage
you have of Bancroft's arrival.

Back when I went down,

you resleeve too many times,
eventually you go nuts.

Personality frag. It's a bitch.

But it only happens if you bounce
between lots of different sleeves.

So, turns out, if you
resleeve into your own clone,

you can do it as many times as you want.

- And live forever. If you got the cash.
- It's great, huh?

What does everyone else do?

Folks resleeve in whatever they
can find, if they can afford it.

So your clients needlecast directly

into the clones here in the building?

Our lower levels house a fully secure

satellite-to-download DHF facility.

It can't be that secure if someone
tried to hack Bancroft's backup

- the night he was shot.
- Police think it was Dippers.

They steal snippets of
Meth memory during uplink.

Moments from a king's childhood,
a socialite losing her virginity.

- Is that common?
- Oh, it happens all the time.

Black market value is huge
for a slice of those memories.

Got the file. Here you go.

That's it?

We only record the moment of
reacclimation for quality control.

Anything more would infringe
on our clients' privacy.

And I do so value my privacy,
as Christopher well knows.

Christopher, so good to see you.

It is our privilege to be of assistance.

Good morning, Mr. Kovacs.

I told Oumou here that
I wanted to drop in

and observe your investigation
at close quarters.

You were here the night
your husband resleeved?

Yes. When Laurens travels for business,

I like to meet him when he casts back.

When was this footage taken?

Six hours before Mr.
Bancroft was killed.

I know I'm watching myself, but it
feels as if I'm watching a stranger.

What were you doing in
Osaka, before you came back?

Mr. Bancroft closed a 400
billion credit trade deal.

Which I also have no memory of.

And your associates
there were questioned?

They saw nothing amiss
with Mr. Bancroft.

On the contrary, they remarked
on his focus and skill.

Yes, I still have no idea how I managed

to pull that together quite so quickly.

And then you needlecast back
here. What did you do after?

I went home. I'm afraid Laurens
had more energy than I did.

Hmm. And you?

Security cameras at Suntouch
House recorded Mr. Bancroft

arriving home in the morning.
I'll get you the footage.

You don't do anything for yourself

do you, including answering questions?

I've told you, Mr. Kovacs,
it's all a complete blank.

I'm struggling to see the point
of this, um... interrogation.

The one person who is certainly not
a suspect in all of this... is me.

You want answers, they come
with questions attached.

Let's take a walk, Mr. Kovacs.

Just to be clear, if I
die, you go back on ice.

If you don't solve this quickly
enough, you go back on ice.

All this trust is
just making me tear up.

Don't threaten me again.

- I'm not sure if I'm enjoying your tone.
- Get used to it.

I'm gonna need access
that you don't wanna give,

and I'm gonna find answers
you may only think you want.

You wanted me to work for
you. I'm working for you.

You want my respect?

That's a little harder to come by.

If you don't like it, put
me back on ice right now.

I admire a man who can look
over the edge without flinching.

Might make a Meth of you yet.

I've downloaded the footage to
your hotel from Suntouch House.

I'll need to see the interviews
of all the suspects as well,

and any threats that
Bancroft's received.

Why are you here, Lieutenant?

You took the job.

- Why?
- Man's gotta eat.

Don't you have actual
policing to do somewhere?

You have any leads on who tried
to kill me in the hotel last night?

The lack of surviving witnesses is
a problem, but I'm working on it.

I feel safer already.

Yeah? Yeah, I know. I'm coming.

Be seeing you, Kovacs. Try
not to get yourself killed.

Shouldn't be a problem.
Who'd want to kill me?

Hello, boy-os.

Hmm. Well, holy shit.

Hey there, Poe. Long time.

How long’s it been, 50 years?

Actually, 47 years.

I thought you only lived
in the real these days.

It grieves me that my
account languishes in arrears.

I must restore my standing

with my brothers and sisters
in the AI hotel union.

We're the AI management union now.

Yeah, Owen's turned
himself into a music hall.

And Rodney has a strip
club, calls himself Z-Rod.

- And Maddy...
- I'm well aware who Maddy works with.

Or rather... for.

You bring credit to pay your back dues?

I have a guest.

- Ooh!
- Grab a seat. We'll deal you in.

- Still calling yourself Poe, huh?
- Mmm.

Why you always pretend
to be one of them?

Dress like 'em, talk like
'em. It's so... weird.

I find humans fascinating.

You’re weird! Who cares about humans?

Who cares?

Humans gave us life.

Yeah, just because Maddy's
been enslaved by one of them,

why hold that against the species?

They're not like us, Poe.
They're a lesser form of life.

Preach it, brother.

I'm not their servant.

I choose to be the
proprietor of the Raven.

The study of humanity is
my greatest aspiration.

You gotta work on your life goals, Poe.

My place, Prick Up, that's the
kinda business you gotta be in.

VR sexperience.

Sometimes I use live
ones for the recordings.

Live?

Humans. They make better noises.

And the best thing, other
humans pay you for the playback.

You gotta get out of the
business of serving humans, Poe...

into the business of serving up humans.

You think your guest is gonna stay?

Even after the shootout in your lobby?

- Gunfire...
- Dead bodies...

Police.

No. There were no rats
feasting on the corpses.

Good day.

Watch where you're going.

Someone's been in
there, I'm telling you.

Ma'am, let's check my file...

You want to tell me where you've been?

Who says I was anywhere?

An empty chair at this
morning's briefing...

three unanswered messages.
You ever check your ONI?

I was worried.

Don't be. I'm fine.

Stop hovering. I have a mother for that.

- How is Alazne?
- Also fine.

Still weird to me that you
two are on a first-name basis.

- Have I mentioned that?
- Once or twice.

Ortega!

The Henchy woman is here again.
And I want you to handle it.

But, Captain Tanaka, it's not my case.

I have a philosophy

about uncomfortable conversations
with the recently bereaved.

- Would you like to hear it?
- I...

Officers who miss the
briefing volunteer.

- Handle it.
- Yes, sir.

Shit.

You do it.

You expect me to tell this woman that

the BCPD lost her daughter's body?

Well, Tanaka says the body's
not lost. It'll turn up.

Sooner or later, somebody's
gonna have to tell her the truth.

She's not getting her daughter back.

I just don't understand.

It's been two months, and
no one can explain it to me.

She's dead. Why haven't
you released her body?

I'm looking into it.

Do you know how long it's
been since I talked to my baby?

Three years!

I never got to tell
her that I loved her.

Then I find out she converted last year.

So even though her stack was fine,
she can never be spun back up.

I'll never see her again,
not even to say goodbye.

Do you know what that's like?

- I have some idea, yeah.
- Do you?

Because then you would understand
why I need my daughter's body back.

- It's all I have left!
- Ms. Henchy, please calm down.

I don't even know what you
people are doing with her.

How do I know?

Did you sell her for parts?
Because you have no right!

No right, do you hear me?

He looks perky.

Any record from within Suntouch?

No, there's no cameras inside.

This monitor's a piece of crap.

It's an antique. Like yourself.

That's nifty, but I still
can't see shit on this thing.

I suggest you use your ONI feed.

Bancroft, you cannot escape your fate...

I want your fucking head removed!

...shit down your throat.

I'll fucking kill you,
you Meth motherfucker!

- I can't wait to see you bleed.
- That's subtle. Hey, Poe!

How many more of these
did Prescott send?

Uh...

You have 3,578 death
threats left to view.

From this year.

All right, well, discard
all off-world threats.

Break it into three groups.

Threats involving violence...

people who committed actual
crimes, where sender is known...

and mode of violence threatened.

Cross-reference for files
that overlap search parameters.

Delete the rest.

I'm gonna enjoy watching you

beg for your life, you piece of shit!

Rage at injustice is universal.
The ability to strike back is not.

Cross-check for military training
or active combat experience.

I'm gonna double-sleeve you
so you can watch me murder you!

And at its heart, violence is almost
always, in one way or another...

personal.

Counting down to your real death.

Isolate 43.

For my girl. For my Lizzie.

You're a dead man, Bancroft.

I'm gonna hunt you down
on your steel mountaintop

and blow your head off.

Splatter your brains all over the
wall, and melt your stack to slag.

And you'll never see it comin'.

Go back.

Stop. Expand.

Lieutenant Ortega, target
has left the Raven Hotel.

The machinery of justice
won't serve you here.

It is slow and cold and it is theirs.

Hardware and soft.

What the fuck?

What did you do to my goddamn door?

Well, you didn't answer.

Because I'm fucking
closed! Can't you read?

I got a few questions.

For my girl. For my Lizzie.

See, Laurens Bancroft hired
me to investigate his death.

Now, who's Lizzie?

How the hell should I know? That
holo has nothing to do with me.

You see, the military,
the cheap bastards,

they issue a weapon, they
keep records on who has it

so they can charge
back against your pay.

Tac Marine standard issue AR.

Serial number, you dumb fuck. You
might as well have signed your name.

I heard Bancroft torched his own stack.

And I got drunk to celebrate.

He send you here to kill me?

So you were a Tac Marine. GCE?

Medic. And there is no "was."

Once a marine, always a marine.
Now get out, or I'll shoot.

You stitched people up, huh?

I shot them down, too.
Now get the fuck out.

What the...

You're awake. Good.

Put that down.

Single bed, single dish. Table
cleared just enough for one person...

What about the wife, Elliot?

She dead?

Okay, so not dead.

Maybe she left you 'cause
you're a fucking slob.

I mean, look at this place.

Ava didn't leave me, you son of a bitch.

She pulled down 30 years for dipping.

She was a hacker?

Best in the Five Cities.
Until she got caught.

So Ava's your wife. Which
makes Lizzie your daughter.

- What're you staring at?
- Don't worry. You're not my type.

No, stay away from there.

No, don't go in there. Come on!

No, I'll fucking kill you!

Don't! Stay away from there!

Technology advances. But humans don't.

No, I'll fucking kill you!

No, don't do it! You
stay away from there!

We're smart monkeys,

and what we want is always the same.

Food, shelter, sex,
and in all its forms...

- No, no, no!
- ...escape.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Wake up.

You must be Lizzie.

My name is Tak.

What happened to you?

Did you hurt her?

If you laid a hand on my daughter...

What the hell is wrong with you?

Can't you tell she's suffering?
She's caught in a trauma loop.

Why the fuck you have her spun up in VR?

It's the only way I can see her.

Her body was beaten to death,
but her stack was untouched.

It damaged her mind.

She hasn't said a word since that night.

Why do you think Bancroft did it?

'Cause she told me she was seeing him!

She said he needed her.

That he was gonna take care of her.

And then she ended up dead.

I don't want to hurt you.

You gotta get out more, Elliot.

Your milk's a month past
the due date. A month.

You got a hell of a
motive. Military expertise.

So do you, from the looks of
it. That make you a killer?

More times than I can count.

But you didn't kill Bancroft.

I told you I... I could
have. You don't know.

You got the background, skill...

Exactly.

But your daughter? You'd do anything

to protect her. You're not stupid.

You take out Bancroft, sooner or
later, someone like me will show up.

You go down for it,
she's alone in the world.

What's Jack?

- I'm not telling you fuck all.
- Okay.

You're just gonna leave?

That's, um, for the cereal.

And the door.

Sorry about the door.

Welcome to the Battle of Stronghold.

Experience the brutality
of Envoy terrorists

murdering countless women and children.

Witness the Protectorate
courage and triumph.

I knew I shouldn't go...

'cause when the victors rewrite history,

it's just another kind of war,

waged after the battlefield
killing is done...

to murder the memory of the defeated.

But it was a chance to see her again.

Not as a dream or a hallucination.

I thought it would give
me a moment of peace.

I should have known better.

Hey.

You're not supposed to have that.

We're learning about Songspires
in school. They're rare.

Where'd you get it?

I stole it.

Oh.

You're not supposed
to steal things either.

Well, someone... stole these stacks.

They used to be people.

They were Envoy terrorists
that wanted to kill...

Maybe you should catch
up with your group.

I don't wanna. Emmeline is there.

She's the new girl in our
class, and she's a bitch.

She stole my best friend Monica.

Me and Monica have been
best friends forever.

- Hmm.
- Since we were little kids.

But then, Emmeline came
along and stole her from me.

I'm devastated.

Mom said grudges are stupid.

She said you had to let them go
or else it would kill your soul.

What do you think?

I think your mom doesn't know
what the fuck she's talking about.

- What?
- See, friends are overrated,

'cause eventually, someone will come
along and shoot 'em in the stack.

You're better off alone.

Welcome home.

Hi, Mama.

Just let yourself in anytime you want.

You don't have any food in here.

No one will respect a skinny girl cop.

I'm not going to let
you get yourself killed

because you wouldn't eat an enchilada.

Look at this mess. When
are you going to unpack?

I'm busy, that's all.

Too busy to put away your underwear?

I like it like this.

You're waiting for someone
to come and help you unpack,

and it's not your mother.

You know, you could always move
to someplace that's really yours.

Ana Luisa from the cleaners,

she told me there's a whole block
of new places near the Tenderloin.

No, no, Mama. This is my place.

I'm staying.

Yes, of course.

What do I know?

I'm just an old-fashioned
woman. Out of touch.

I've only got this life, and I'm
not planning to have another one.

Not this again.

How am I supposed to explain
this to your brothers and sisters?

Everyone at church?

To your father, God rest his soul?

That you've renounced
your religious coding.

Like you said, Papa's dead.
That should limit the explaining.

Sit down. We're going to eat.

Without your coding, you can be
spun back up after your body dies.

It's wrong.

You can't take your communion.

Father Huerta can't
hear your confession.

When Papa died,

and we couldn't ask him what
happened or how it happened...

Your father was a devout man.

He would have never
wanted to be spun back up.

I know.

But if it were me?

If it was me, what would you do?

What would you do, Mama?

Okay. I'll tell you, Kristin.

My heart would break
into a thousand pieces.

It would shatter my world.

I would cry enough to fill
up the oceans of the world.

And I still...

don't want you to risk your soul.

Now that the 653 stupidity is over,

there won't be any more
talk of spinning up the dead.

Fuck!

Don't say swear words.

I'm sorry.

Lieutenant Ortega, target
has entered Licktown.

Shit.

- What is that, Kristin?
- I gotta go.

I gotta go. Thank you.

Are you supposed to have that at home?

Thanks for dinner! I love you.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Wake up and smell the coffee.

Welcome to Jack It Off.

Leave the piece with me.

Cabin 102.

Take a towel from the pile,
and don't fucking steal it.

Do you want to see me?
I'm right here, baby.

Just a few credits.

Now, do you want to touch me?

Tell me what you want, honey.

What's your name?

Anemone.

Do you wanna fuck me?

Put your cock in me?

Anywhere you want.

Do you remember a girl... I
think she used to work here.

No girl who used to work here is
gonna do what I can do for you.

Her name was Lizzie.

Lizzie Elliot.

- The fuck is this? You the sia?
- No.

Get out, before I call for help.

I'm Ava. Ava Elliot. Her mother.

Bullshit. Lizzie's mom is in the store.

You're just another fucking
John, and I am going to scream.

Wait, wait, wait!

I'm cross-sleeved, but I'm her mother.

You're fucking lying.

I'm not lying. Someone
gave me a job, and...

took me off ice, and then
put me in this sleeve.

It's wetwork.

If I do it, I'll get a new
sleeve for me and for Lizzie.

You...

You'd do that?

I'd do anything for my little girl.

My mom would never...

But someone's blocking
Lizzie's resleeve, and I...

I don't know why.

That's why I have to
find out who killed her.

Do you know if Lizzie had any regulars?

Someone important? Any freaks?

Mrs. Elliot... everyone here is a freak.

Lizzie did have one regular.

- Do you know his name?
- No.

I don't know. But he's
a rich guy, a Meth.

- Lizzie was his favorite.
- Did he hurt her?

No, no, he's not like that.

He takes care of his girls.

Takes care of them how?

Um...

What does he do?

Did he do that to you?

No. No, it's okay.

He's one of the good ones.

- If he breaks it, he buys it.
- What?

You know, if he
accidentally kills a girl

he buys her an upgraded sleeve.

I knew a girl once, he
resleeved her ten years younger,

and with a great set of tits, too.

Did Lizzie have a jealous boyfriend

that didn't like her spending
time with this regular?

Look, I liked Lizzie,
but we weren't that close.

I'll ask around.

Come here tomorrow.

Doesn't matter how much anyone pays you.

You shouldn't let anyone hurt
you. You're worth more than that.

My name's not Anemone, Mrs. Elliot.

It's Alice.

Thank you for visiting Jack It Off.

Hope you come again.

First thing you'll learn is
that nothing is what it seems.

Ignore your assumptions.

Don't trust anything.

Weapon.

- Ah-ah-ah. Just the charge cell.
- Okay.

You shouldn't have
gone after my daughter.

I was just trying to find
out what happened to her.

You left a few things out.

You don't care about her.

I never said I did.

Heads up.

You can't possibly
think I'm that stupid.

You shouldn't have come back.

Fuck!

BCPD. Lay down your weapons.

Who the hell are you? Police? CTAC?

250 years ago, I was on the other side.

You might want to get out of the light.

Hands in the air!

You're under arrest for Organic Damage.

You're staying here tonight
where I can keep an eye on you.

You gonna tell me why
those guys jumped me?

You walk out of a
whorehouse dressed like that,

and you're shocked that some
lowlifes tried to mug you?

Really?

So, what, you gonna charge me?

For what? Organic Damage
to some Stiff dealers?

I'm too tired to do the paperwork.

Tell me something, Kovacs.

You're getting to know
more about Bancroft.

Why are you still willing to
work for that piece of shit?

Mmm, before I was an Envoy...

I worked for the
Protectorate. For a long time.

I didn't know that.

No one does. It's not the kind of work

that gets logged in any system anywhere.

And I was good at it.

You wanna know why?

Because I'm capable of almost anything.

You don't think it's possible
to go so far you can't come back?

Maybe.

When I get there, I'll let you know.

When you get there...

I'll be right next to
you. And I'll stop you.

Somehow, Ortega...

I get the feeling you
can't even stop yourself.

Sorry, Lieutenant. We
have to release him.

This is not acceptable.

- Are you all right, Mr. Kovacs?
- He's just fucking fine.

I'll speak with Captain
Tanaka in the morning.

You've gone too far this
time, Lieutenant Ortega.

That's what I hear.

Cold chamber seven is empty.

You should know...

your mother loves you.

What do you mean you promised
to send Vicki flowers?

The day of the murder, I'd
driven Vicki to the station

to get her train reservations.

You were with Vicki the
afternoon she was killed?

Yes.

Why didn't you tell the police?

Nice outfit.

I've been researching the famous
gumshoe private dicks of the past

and I believe I can assist you
in the time-honored position

of the shamus' dependable
and steadfast partner. Hmm?

The partner's frequently murdered.

Alas, me being an AI makes that, uh...

less likely.

No.

No?

"No" hardly qualifies as the
sardonic banter of the private eye.

How about, "Fuck, no"?

There's someone waiting
for you in the penthouse.

Why do you keep letting
people into my room?

I'm afraid I had no
choice in the matter.

Why are you here?

I want to know what
progress you've made.

I'm worried about my husband.

Your husband, who pays to
beat up whores in Licktown.

It's a complicated thing...

- Yeah?
- Being with someone for over a century.

I've given Laurens 21 children.

He's never had a child
with anyone but me.

Sometimes, complexity can be exhausting.

You fascinate me.

You come from a time of real bravery...

real risk.

You're everything this world has lost.

You twirl your fingers when
you're nervous, you know that?

Why would I be nervous?

It could be fear.

If I were afraid, would
you save me, Mr. Kovacs?

I'm not sure you need saving.

Have you been with anyone
since you've been decanted?

Not what we're talking about.

Maybe that's not what
you're talking about.

I think that's enough.

Enough?

It's an interesting word.

I'm not familiar with it.

Have you heard of Empathin?

Merge9 on the street. That
is if you can even get it.

It's a biochemical pheromone.

Puts bodies in touch with one other.

This sleeve is state-of-the-art
biochemtech from Nakamura Labs.

I secrete Merge9 when I'm aroused.

It's in my saliva...

in my sweat...

in my cunt.

Don't fight it.

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

I've had lustful thoughts.

Everything you feel... I feel.

And everything I feel, you feel.

I've done terrible
things, violent things...

unforgivable things.

What the fuck?

The hell have you been?

I've abused my authority
for selfish reasons...

caused pain and heartbreak
when I had no right.

Please forgive me.

The moments of peace
that we find sometimes...

they aren't anything but
warfare, thinly disguised.

And sometimes, surrender...

can be as savage as any attack.

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