All language subtitles for Ncis S12E24

Her throat's been cut.

Victim is
Navy Ensign Janine Wilt.

Ensign Wilt gained
remote access from this laptop

to a home computer.

Linked to a chat room?

What were they talking about?

Asking if I was lonely

and did I know my calling?

So you turned to Ensign Wilt.
She knew computers,

blocked the chat room
and everyone on it.

Do you know any of them?
Hellbent427.

Hellbent427 is Bradley Simek.

Nobody move!
Don't.

No!

NCIS Cyber linked
Bradley Simek's communications

to a specific terror cell:
The Calling.

The Calling is making a strong
push to recruit children.

We've sent you background
on a Calling leader in France.

His name is Matthew Rousseau.

Several Calling loyalists

are seeking S-mines
on the black market.

Interpol is assembling
a think tank.

I would like you
to represent NCIS.

SS_Builder-48.
The SS stands for Sadiq Samar.

Luke Harris-- Wendy and
David Harris reported him

missing last night.
They are his adoptive parents.

Mom! Mom!

Dad! No!

Duck, I got to reach this kid.

I know nothing
about any S-mines.

Samar could be trying
to connect the mines.

Dorneget, listen to me,
there's a threat to the hotel.

They know you're there. You need
to get everyone out of there.

Everybody out! Go, go!

Gibbs. Dorneget didn't make it.

Gibbs. CIA officer
Joanna Teague.

Agent Dorneget's mother.
Officer Teague.

My son is dead and his killers
are still out there.

I'd say we've got
some work to do.

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Where's the boy, Sadiq?

Come on, now.
Don't do this.

I know the taser
stings a little,

but you left me no choice.

Who are you?

A very angry mother
with a short fuse.

Where's the boy?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I swear.
I know nothing.

Nothing might be
stretching it.

Online, these kids
trust you, Sadiq.

Don't be stupid.
I only bite when I'm hungry.

Where's Luke?

Where's the boy?

They took him back.

Luke?
Yes.

Where?

To Iraq.

To Zakho.

Gibbs.

I know where they took Luke.

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I want the people
who killed my son.

As do we.

Special Agent Dorneget

was a valued
member of my team.

And the only family I had left.

I'm not sure you understand.

I'm asking to be
read in on the case.

I've already
spoken with my superiors.

Officer Teague...
Joanna.

I don't think
it's a good idea for you

to be personally involved.

Gibbs, I'm IOC.

I consistently work
in Middle Eastern cyber ops.

This is my area of expertise.

Your personal
connection to Agent Dorneget

was unknown inside NCIS.

Present company
excluded.

Per your son's request.

Ned didn't want anyone to know
about his government pedigree.

He wanted the respect
of his coworkers,

that he was a good agent.

And he was a damn good one.

Well, that was very Ned.

He didn't want people
to know what he came from.

He had a rough childhood.
His father was a cop

who was killed
in the line of duty, and...

I was barely around,
chasing my CIA career.

Thank God for his grandmother.
She raised him.

Ned talked
about you a lot,

Agent Gibbs.

Your leadership, your rules...

He talk about rule number ten:

�Never get personally
involved in a case�?

You were a parent.

You lost a child.

You should understand.

I need this.

And Ned deserves it.

Please.

That X-ray vision

working yet, there, Tony?
No.

If Steve Jobs were still alive

we'd have X-ray vision
by now, wouldn't we?

I miss Steve Jobs.

All right.
Where are we?

Trying to understand

the power structure
of The Calling.

We know Sadiq Samar
is still out there,

and that he murdered
Navy Ensign Wilt.

After after McGee interrogated
Matthew Rousseau,

he was delivered here

and admitted
The Calling's role in Cairo.

Forensic results?

Thanks.

Touch DNA
ties Sadiq Samar

to the bomb fragments
in Egypt, too.

And we already know

he's in charge of chat room
recruitment, so we are dealing

with a computer-savvy
and personable

mechanical engineer.

Yeah.

There should be
a separate category

for criminal overachievers,
don't you think?

If Sadiq and Rousseau are the
public faces of The Calling,

then who's next level up?
I don't know.

This is not the face
of international terrorism.

You'd be surprised.

It's nice to have you back

in the big orange room, Tim.

Nice to be back.

I just wish Dorneget
was here with us.

Officer Teague.
I'm Ellie Bishop.

You have my deepest
sympathies.

Thank you, Agent Bishop.

And I'm guessing you're Tim.

Yes, ma'am.

Ned liked you very, very much.

I should have stayed
with him in Egypt.

I should have been there
when he needed me.

You did your job.
You all did.

Don't ever question that.

You must be DiNozzo.

My condolences.

I really thought
Ned was great.

He really admired your
relationship with your father.

Ah... yeah.

Well, Dad is special.

Yes, Gibbs.

Yeah, Duck?

Yeah, sure, I'll bring her down.

Ready to go?

Yes.

Officer Teague, I must warn you

the shrapnel
from the incendiary device

was devastating.

He's my son, Doctor.

I want to see him.

Mr. Palmer.

I'm so proud of you, baby.

Sleep now.

How many more, probie?

How many times
we gonna do this dance?

Agents can't keep dying
on your watch.

I'm sure agent Gibbs would
grant me the courtesy.

Jethro, Officer Teague

would like to take
a close look at the shrapnel.

I would prefer...
We can learn a lot from

every piece of metal,
and in my experience...

I would prefer to wait until
I've begun my formal autopsy.

Duck... pull it out,

show it to her.

Officer Teague,

I know I wasn't at
the actual transfer.

You see, I-I was at
the pediatrician's.

See, my-my daughter
has a little wheeze

and-and we've
actually been trying

to steam it out of her
for a few nights...

Mr. Palmer.

I'm sorry.
I just want to reiterate

that we are all in this

to catch Ned's killers.

No matter what.

Thank you.

Your point is well-taken.
Now could you give me

one of those
small containers, please.

That's titanium.

Abby said Sadiq
modified the explosives.

Apparently regular
shrapnel wasn't

deadly enough for his taste.

We might be able to track it.

You don't just buy
titanium ball bearings

at the local bomb store.

The world's largest supplier
of titanium is Russia.

Good place to start.
Run down the source,

track the importer,
find the killer.

I still have a few Russian
connections left, Gibbs.

You?

Yeah, I know a guy.

Anything?

I spoke to hotel
security in Cairo.

They reported seeing
a blond-haired man, mid-20s,

standing in the entrance
just before the explosion.

These are screen grabs from
the hotel security camera.

Any I.D.?
Not yet.

What about Sadiq?

Well, we have two
eyewitnesses that place

Sadiq Samar in the same
Cairo hotel a month ago.

Doing recon.
Then Homeland picked up

his trail using an alias
on a cruise ship

that landed him
here in Virginia.

Just in time to kill the ensign.

Mm.
Bishop, track him down.

Guys,

I heard from our
Russian friend.

Oh, how is comrade Pavlenko?
Slippery as ever?

He thinks the titanium
that killed my son

was imported by a local
aerospace company,

Bianca Aviation.

Purchased by a
dummy corporation.

Signed for by Roger Dietz.

Getting our bearings
on Roger Dietz, boss.

How you holding up, Luke?

I won't pretend
I know.

So...

What happens to me now,

Agent Gibbs?

Once you're safe,

you have family.

We'll reach out
to your relatives.

They're just lining up
to take in the...

Middle Eastern adopted kid.

Doesn't matter where you're
from, Luke-- family's family.

People are dead
because of me.

You didn't kill anybody.

You're trying to help now.

That counts for something.

An agent died.

Yeah.

And The Calling is responsible.

What if...

I could show you...

exactly who killed my parents?

Meet Safari Sandy.

Safari Sandy's a giraffe.

Yes. A distant relative of Bert

the Hippo and a direct result
of the Harrises' paranoia

regarding a certain
sticky-fingered cleaning lady.

Nanny cam.

Yep. Exactly.

Hence Safari Sandy's
unfortunate exenteration.

Eyeball removal.

I did not see a giraffe
at the crime scene.

That's the point.

Safari Sandy
is a stuffed animal,

so is decidedly nonthreatening

in her stuffed-ness.

The camera has
a motion sensor.

So whenever there's movement,
it starts recording,

and then the files are sent
to an internal SD card.

Yeah. Good. Put it up.

Gibbs, the camera's
motion sensors

caught something that night.

The Harrises' murder.

The camera
recorded everything,

including the identity
of the killer.

Play it, Abbs. Go.

Who are you?

Hey! Hey!
What are you doing in our house?

You don't have to--
put the gun down.

Put the gun down-- no!
Put it...

- Oh, my God!

No!

Oh. Sorry.

I didn't know
someone was in here.

No, it's okay.

I, um, left my
homework on the table.

I just need to
get it. I'll...

You must be Luke.

Who's that?

That's my son.

He worked here, but, uh...

he's gone now.

The agent who was killed.

What was his name?

Ned.

You know,

you kind of remind me of him
a little bit.

Look, the-the agents won't tell
me what happened exactly, and...

I have so many questions.

It's kind of my fault.

My parents, uh,

your son...

they're all gone now, and
I didn't do anything to stop it.

You didn't kill them, Luke.

I know, but I...

Look, I better go.

Luke...

Luke, please.

Tell me about your friends.

They're not my friends.

Then tell me how to find them.

Titanium is generally preferred
because it's lightweight

and can withstand high
compression and temperature.

Uh, the precision finish

ensures surface uniformity.
No pits.

Don't want pits.

We mostly use these
in aircraft landing gear.

I order 'em by the bushel.
That's why we're here.

One of your bushels ended up
in Cairo, Egypt.

How's that, now?

Well, you signed the P.O.

for the bearings used
in these devices.

Devices used in this
bombing in Cairo, Egypt.

No, ma'am.
I-I did no such thing.

The inventory you just admitted
to controlling was sold

to a dummy corp

fronting
Sadiq Samar,

the terrorist responsible
for the bombing.

Oh, God.

I, uh...

I don't know anything

about any, uh...

All our inventory
is carefully accounted for.

Clearly.

So will we find anything

when we go
through your personal accounts?

You didn't just put
in a new pool, did you?

For the fam, Roger? You seem
like a kidney-shaped guy to me.

You won't find anything.

Are you calling my bluff, Roger?

Because that would take
big brass ones.

Titanium ball bearings made
in Russia.

Sold,
under the table,

by a guy at Bianca Aviation

to this clown.

You know him?

He killed some good people.

Navy Ensign Wilt.

Luke Harris's parents.

Hell, we even linked him
to the bombing in Egypt.

You know,
we've been at this a while.

I'm in no rush.

And I know you are made of time.

Luke is a...
misguided young man.

Pity.

He'll find his way.

Mmm.

Maybe.

Tell me who this is.

Don't know.

Never seen him before
in my life.

Where would I find him?

Second star to the right
and straight on till morning.

Why use kids?

Why do fish swim?

For the same reason
disenfranchised children

will rise up
to find their purpose.

They simply must.

It is inevitable.

Listen to him,

talkin' in circles.

He's scum.

People are dying. Good people.

Your people. And this
one thinks it's funny.

Look at that smirk.

Break him.

Do it.

One name.

One name.

Who is he?

These Western time zones
elude me.

What time is it in Arizona?

I think
we've missed the afternoon tour.

What, McGee?

South rim
of the Grand Canyon, boss.

Two more Bouncing Bettys.
It's all over the news.

The National Park
Service is working

with Homeland Security
and the FBI

to determine who was responsible

for today's deadly attack
at the Grand Canyon.

No further details
have been released.

That's enough.

Why in a national park?

Why in the middle of nowhere?

Okay, Bouncing Bettys
are confirmed.

One park ranger dead,

three hikers wounded.
But five minutes later,

two tour buses
would have unloaded

right where the bombs went off.

Our friend at Bianca Aviation

had a cell number for Sadiq
in his phone records.

You track it?
Burn phone was found

in a Dumpster in Maryland,
near the Mount Roosevelt campus.

Makes sense.

A bright 20-something engineer

hiding in plain sight
on a college campus.

Cell's battery
was still working.

He probably tossed it recently.
Go. Find him.

McGee.

Boss, I-I found something

that Dorney never got the-the
chance to follow through on.

All the kids that were recruited
online were sent

the same group of songs.

Dance club music.

It's, uh, techno-industrial,

to be specific.
But, uh,

I don't know exactly
where they come from.

I'm still digging.

Do us a favor, McGee,

dig with headphones.

Luke carries an MP3 player,
right?

Yeah.

I'm just saying, Gibbs,

in the morning, let's see if
he has any songs like these.

It could mean
something.

Well, she seemed friendly.

Anything?
Uh, her name is Amber.

She's a criminal justice major,

she has daddy issues,

and she wanted to discuss my
search-and-seizure techniques.

She did not.

You made all that up.
No.

I did not.

Anyway, she hasn't
seen Sadiq,

and we have been
to every 24-hour

study hall on campus. So I think
it's time to call it a night.

Hang on a second.

Hey. Excuse me. Hi.

Sorry, but how old are you?

Eighteen.

Mm. No, you're not.

You're, what, 16, tops?

What are you doing here?
It's a school day.

Visiting a friend.

Uh, my brother.
He-he goes to college here.

Ah. So which is it, Doogie,
brother or friend?

What's your name?

You seen this guy?

Kids are fast.

Hey!

Mmm. Food's getting cold, dude.

I'm not hungry.

Suit yourself.

You know
what I could use later?

Ice cream.

Is Larry's still
on Connecticut Avenue?

Yeah.

Best rum raisin in town.

I'm partial to mint chip.

Call me old-fashioned.

How about you, Luke?

You got a favorite ice cream?

I don't know.

Ice cream flavors?!

Probie, I get it.

You want to trust the boy.
He was a good kid.

Emphasis on �was.�

Nothing's what
it seems anymore.

Innocence doesn't come
with youth or lipstick.

When I was your age,
we used to read books.

Now, I just download audiobooks,

listen to 'em when I travel.
It's just music.

Oh, I have songs, too.

Dylan, Stones...

Jay-Z.

It's not that kind of music.

Well, can I listen?

Why are we even doing this?

Stop coddling the boy.

Press him.
What are you waiting for?

Can we go back
to your house now?

Yeah, sure.

He's playing you, Gibbs,

and you're letting him.

At least
she didn't forget rule 36.

Sadiq? Sadiq, it's me.

You came during the day.

I told you, you only
come here at night.

They're looking for you.

Get in.

It must have been Rousseau.

Or Luke. How else would
they know where to look?

Luke's become more of a danger
than a help,

but he still has value.

The others are
leaving soon for Iraq.

We can all go together.

Let 'em wait.

You find Luke, convince him
his family needs him.

Abby?

Hey.

Welcome to Molecule 54.

It's the name of my club.

And go for it-- there's
a two-drink minimum.

Oh.

Thanks. What are we doing?

I'm listening to all these songs

that Dorneget downloaded.

To be honest,
most of them really suck.

And then, for a minute, I'm,
like, �Why am I doing this when

�somebody's out there blowing up
my friends and national parks

and who knows what else�"
But that's not the point.

So what is the point?
It's the rhythm.

You know, I love a good

techno-industrial beat
as much as your next

musically-obsessed
forensic scientist, but

just listen to what happens
when I filter down the high end

to hear the
rhythm track,

and then roll off
the low end.

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See? It's like it's too precise.

It's-it's like
it's sending...

Morse code.

There's code imbedded
in these songs.

Yeah, it's spelling
out something.

It's a message hidden
in a bass line.

And there's hundreds of them.

This is how The Calling
is talking to these kids.

It's not about music.

They're telling them
to go hurt people.

�Navy woman is dead.
Now prove what you can do.�

It's a decoded
message we pulled

from the music on
Brad Simek's computer.

�Prove what you can do�"

Drove him
to blow up the bus.

And this is code disguised
as music?

It's actually a warped

Morse code with a backbeat.

Who sent it?
An endless spiral of phony e-mail

addresses blocked by firewalls

and TOR protocols,
origin unknown.

Luke Harris, Gibbs.

What's his 20?

He's at my house with
an agent and Child Services.

MTAC, now.
You, too, McGee.

Commissioner Girard,

you know
Officer Teague.

We have not had
the pleasure, no.

You can cut the
bull, ladies.

I know for a fact
that CIA

and French DGSI
are old friends.

We may have

broken some code once or twice.

Well, since the proverbial cat
is out of the bag, Joanna,

I want you to know,
Ned saved my life.

We're listening,
Commissioner.

My office recently intercepted
an unexpected file--

a videogame
created by The Calling,

distributed for free.

Girard's people think that

there's another
embedded message inside.

- Well, what kind of message?
- We don't know.

But my analysts tell me

the key is only accessible
once you finish the game.

They have been unable to do so.

I was going to ask Ned for help.

However,

he spoke very highly
of your gaming skills, Elf Lord.

We need your help.

Wow.

Well, my mom always said

I could never make a living
playing video games.

So, McGee finishes the game,
and then what?

Well, the prize is often
the scariest part of all.

Can I help you?

Yeah, hey.
I'm a friend of Luke's.

I'm here to pick him up.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Luke can't go anywhere.

How did you get
this address?

You ever wonder
how much longer?

How much longer what?

Well, don't forget how long I've
been in the game, too, Gibbs.

Post 9/11, the landscape
just keeps changing.

Hard to tell who
we're fighting anymore.

Bright woman.

Where was she
all my life?

I mean, we can keep finding
them, keep arresting them.

Crooks multiply
like rabbits.

But...

who are we really
trying to catch

after all these years?

Who are you
trying to catch?

Bad guys.

Still looking for the bad guys.

Gibbs,

I just dialed you.

Something happened
at your house.

A boy took him, Gibbs.

Where, Paula?
I don't know.

He was just gone.

Security detail
never saw it coming.

Ten stitches
to the back of the head.

There more than one of them?

Maybe.

Paula...

was this kid fifteenish,

tall, maybe Middle Eastern?

Sounds like the boy
we saw on campus.

Go ahead, say it.

No need.

Mm-hmm.

Director.

Come on in.

I hope you like Scotch.

Oh! Tonight I do.
Good.

Oh. I see you've been reading up
on my other life.

Yeah, your bosses read me in
on just how close

you and the CIA are to this
world of recruiting teens.

Oh, we're not close.

We're in.

Months of undercover
work on The Calling.

They're afraid you're about
to flush it all down the drain.

By using it?

No, by jeopardizing your cover

to help
with an NCIS investigation.

Look, I can find the people
who killed my son,

and prevent the death
of God knows how many others.

Director, the CIA now thinks
they know where Sadiq is.

So, you want me to
disregard their request,

look the other way?

You called me up here
to make it clear

that under no circumstances

would NCIS take
any unauthorized risk

to a CIA operation
currently in progress.

Mission accomplished.

Now you have an out.

Well, that's assuming
I'm on your side.

Mm.

Well, if you're not,
when I leave,

you can call my boss
and tattle on me.

Long as we understand
each other.

But if you make that call...

...we gain nothing.

No Sadiq, no Luke.

Ned's death remains in vain.

I've made my choice.

Good night.

How did we get here, Ned?

Terrorists using kids.

Talking to them
in their bedrooms at night

while their parents
are in the room next door.

Come on, Gunny.

Kids have been fighting
wars for centuries.

World wars, religious wars.

We send in the young to fix
our ego-driven mistakes.

Why are you here?

Why?

Seriously, Mike.

Why?

Why did I see you
and Kate and Pacci,

Jenny out by the plane?

Huh?

What do you want?

What do you want?

People count on you.

Always have.

I never asked for that.

For every one you've lost,
how many have you saved?

I haven't saved enough.

What about yourself?

Who's gonna save you?

Gibbs.

I know where they took Luke.

Want to come in?

How much did Vance tell you?

Enough.

I used CIA Intel to find Sadiq.

You used the Intel...
for you, not us.

This is a joint operation.

No, it's not.
This is our case.

This man recruits children.
He builds bombs

And you watched him kill Luke's
parents in cold blood.

I'll make one thing
perfectly clear:

I don't care about the CIA.

I care about the agent I lost.

You want to be in on this,
you do it our way.

I jeopardized it.

Where is he?

Zakho.

Why grab a kid under
federal custody?

Because...

he was in custody.

He's seen us.
Names, locations,

All of it.

We're targets.

They will get
the information out of him.

And there is nothing
you can do about it.

Special Agent Timothy McGee.

McGee!
Boss, hey, uh, sorry,

I was with Abby working
on the video game and...

Daniel Budd?

Yeah.
Uh, yeah, I'm on it.

Where are you?

We're on our way
with Samar.

With Samar?
How did-How did you...

Gibbs?

He and Joanna
are on their way up.

They just booked Sadiq Samar.

How'd they find Sadiq?

And who's Daniel Budd?

The leader
of The Calling.

Daniel Budd.
25 years old, British

political activist and
underground terrorist leader.

Budd started as a London DJ.

That would explain the music.

So after
his 15 minutes

of fame were over,

he desperately wanted
to stay relevant.

Surrounded himself
with misguided youth.

Started robbing
from their parents.

Petty theft led to assault
and kidnapping.

He found disturbing
relevance in terrorism.

My NSA informant
just I.D.'d Luke

somewhere on
the outskirts of Zakho.

He's already there.

Private charter took off

before we got the BOLO out.

Eyes on the street, boss?

No, start with ours.
DiNozzo, grab your go bag.

Officer Teague
is gonna arrange transport.

Plane leaves in an hour.

This is the neighborhood
that Sadiq described.

My people saw a van

unload a group of Westernized
teens close by.

Then they were
transferred into cars

and taken to
various locations.

Three o'clock.

Look at the bright,
shiny kicks.

Mm. I doubt she's here
with the debate team.

Follow her.

Sadiq Samar.

Finally.

Someone worth talking to.

Have we met before?

Never.

But I know
who you are, Director.

And I know that
we're both intelligent men.

And I am confident

that we can come
to some sort of mutual...

understanding?

You mean negotiate.

Negotiation suggests
that we're at an impasse.

You're a terrorist.

We're at an impasse.

Your reputation as
an interrogator precedes you.

Oh, hell, Sadiq...

I am just getting started.

Do they come in wallet size?

You think that's funny?

I think that you are wasting

your valuable time.

Matthew Rousseau is already
halfway to a supermax prison.

Give me Daniel Budd.

You will never find him.

We're both intelligent men.

Try me.

The outdoor restaurant in Egypt.

The Grand Canyon.

Big outdoor spaces.

If these bombings
were tests...

...what's your next target?

Among others?

Mm-hmm.

Old, stubborn men

sit on benches
their entire lives

and get set
in their ways.

Age, Director...

age is the enemy

of enlightened youth.

Split off. I got this.

- Follow the dragon, McGee.
- Wait.

It's not about the dragon,
it's about the sword.

Use it on
the goblin.

You're both wrong.
It's about the potions.

Mmm, pick the yellow one.

No, the yellow one's not
the hero one, the purple is.

Got it.

You win, my Elf Lord!

Nice to know
I haven't lost my touch.

Now what happens?

Well, besides being crowned

the King of Darrigone...

Wait. What's this?

Abby, the firewalls
are up, right?

Yeah, next generation
and circuit-level gateway.

They're grids.

Travel destinations.
Business hubs.

Naval bases.

Places for The Calling
to target next.

How did they get access
to all this?

They have kids inside.

Children of
government employees.

What if Luke's
still with them?

What if he steered them
to Gibbs's house?

McGee!
Director, you gotta see this.

Not now, McGee.

The supreme court justices--
exactly where are they?

They're on retreat.
It's all over the news.

I know that.

I asked where?

A compound in the Appalachians.

Well, get it on lockdown. Now.

What do you want?

United States federal agent.

You can't be here.
It's not safe.

I'm out for a walk.

That's what they told me to do.

Who? Who told you that?

My new friends.

The people I trust.

DiNozzo.

Welcome to Iraq, Agent DiNozzo.

Who is this?

I've been reading
about you a lot.

It's fabulous to finally

make myself acquainted with you.

This is Daniel?

I am many things to many people.

Well, to me you're a terrorist.

Such an unfortunate moniker,
�terrorist.�

I really need to go.

No, you're coming with us.

I don't think so.

We want the boy.
What do you want?

Just to be heard.

To be respected.

Not to be handed
your broken promises.

Welcome to the generation gap.

Old habits die hard, Daniel.

Or they just die.

No, no, no, no, no, no...
Are you hungry?

You are hungry,
you are hungry.

The boy, Luke...

I'm sorry for being
the bearer of bad news,

but these things are always more
complicated than they appear.

Agent Gibbs will be
so disappointed.

Agent Gibbs?

But we must remember,

they're only children.

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