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You are being watched.

The government
has a secret system--

A machine that spies on you
every hour of every day.

I know, because I built it.

I designed the machine
to detect acts of terror,

but it sees everything...

Violent crimes
involving ordinary people,

people like you,

crimes the government
considered irrelevant.

They wouldn't act,
so I decided I would.

But I needed a partner--

Someone with the skills
to intervene.

Hunted by the authorities,
we work in secret.

You will never find us.

But victim or perpetrator,

if your number's up,
we'll find you.

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Your coffee's
getting cold, Detective.

Nice suit.

You finally found me.

But I don't hear any sirens

or see you
reaching for your gun.

I looked for a
"I'm sorry I got you shot" card,

but they were all out.

I had no idea
what Snow was capable of...

That he'd actually
try to kill you.

Why did you contact me, Carter?

Got a lot of questions.

Well, you managed
to lose your tail.

That's quite a feat.

Those CIA boys
spend a lot of time

learning how to be invisible.

You think Snow
is my only problem?

Is there another
agency following you

that I'm not aware of?

You've got an entire NYPD

task force looking for you.

Had to run two lights
getting here

just to make sure my own people
weren't trailing me.

I'm a cop,
which means I've got rules.

Rules that can't be broken.

There's no looking back.

How are you getting
your information?

All I can tell you is we hear
about people in danger.

Or people who are causing it.

Why me?

Because your moral
compass is pointed

in the right direction.

Because I'm tired
of you chasing me.

How does this work?

Andrea Gutierrez?

Civil litigation attorney
with a sealed juvie record.

I need it unsealed, Carter.

What did I
just say about rules?

You have your rules...

And you have the chance
to save a life.

It's your choice.

I'll be in touch.

You look worried, Finch.

Did your tailor
move out of the city?

How was your breakfast meeting
with Detective Carter?

You heard her.

She wants to know how
we get our information.

She can never know
about the machine.

I doubt if she'd
believe it if I told her.

She did agree to get us
Andrea Gutierrez's juvie file.

Well, that's a step
in the right direction.

What else did you find out
about our lawyer?

Andrea Gutierrez,
born and raised in Queens.

Got her GED after
dropping out of high school.

Worked her way
through community college,

then SUNY New Paltz
and Queens College law

where she studied
civil litigation.

She's a scrapper.

Ambitious.

Just trying to make
a better life for herself.

Yes, but a better life
can be expensive.

She owes $50,000
in student loans...

And another $20,000
on her credit cards.

That's a lot of debt.

Maybe she borrowed money
from the wrong person.

It's possible; She owes money
on her business, too.

Excuse me. Sorry.

Apparently she's trying to
carve out a niche for herself

by suing the State on behalf
of inmates and ex-cons

with grievances
from their stay behind bars.

How's that working out for her?

She's 0-for-6.

I imagine she hopes her current
case will be lucky number seven.

Objection, Your Honor.

Relevance of this testimony?

Your honor,
I'm just trying to prove

my client's only wrongdoing

was not cleaning
his apartment well enough.

The drugs were old, dusty,

from the days
before Mr. King was clean.

Objection. Is Ms. Gutierrez
testifying now?

Judge O'Connor,
this case is baseless,

just like every other
ex-con nuisance case

Ms. Gutierrez has brought
before this court.

And we, the State,
ask you to treat it as such.

- Give me a break.
- Ms. Gutierrez.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

I just have a hard time
taking the State seriously

when it's wearing that tie.

Let's adjourn
while you two grow up.

Get your witnesses in order.

We'll reconvene on Friday.

I'll come see you tomorrow,
I promise.

- And you'll bring Jacob?
- You bet.

This is so wrong.
Andrea, I mean, I didn't...

I didn't even do anything.

Remember what I said
about not communicating

with anyone from
the trial, Terrence?

He's my--
He's my parole officer.

Not right now, he's not.

Galuska, I told you
those drugs weren't mine.

I mean, you tested me, man.
Why don't you believe me?

I just did my job, Terrence.

Those drugs were in your place.
That makes them yours.

You should have been
more careful.

Thank you for calling DFS.
How may I assist you?

Pastrami from Zabar's?

- You must need something big.
- Terrence King's blood test.

His parole officer did one
when he was arrested,

and I need it to help me
prove that he wasn't using.

- Did you put in a request?
- Weeks ago, but...

I'll look into it, Andi.

Thank you.

You better go.
Boss lady's coming.

I thought you were working
through lunch, Chris...

Not entertaining visitors.

She just came for a file.

Did you go through
proper channels?

I did Gloria, I swear.

But those channels
are so freaking... slow.

All right, to Poe finally
getting his diploma.

Did Ms. Gutierrez go home?

She stopped for drinks
with some friends.

I was worried
you'd change your mind.

Ha, not yet.

I've got your girl Andrea
Gutierrez's juvie records.

Teenage troublemaker,
B&E her sophomore year,

and a string
of larceny charges.

One moment, Carter.

- What is it, Lionel?
- Carter's up to something.

You need to watch your ass.

I appreciate your concern
about my ass, Lionel,

but I can handle
Detective Carter.

I'm telling you,
she's talking to someone

and keeping it on the down low,

working something on her own.

I'll keep that in mind.

You still with me, Carter?

Uh, yeah, yeah,
I'm still with you.

So what do we do now?

We'll watch and wait.

- And Carter?
- Yeah?

Thanks.

Mr. Reese, I'm not sure that
keeping both of our detectives

in the dark is the best
course of action.

This could get
really complicated.

They're assets.

The less they know about each
other, the safer they'll be.

Right now, I'm more concerned
with Ms. Gutierrez.

Okay.

Finch, someone's
tailing our girl.

Someone other than you?

Mr. Reese?

Mr. Reese,
are you all right?

Yeah, wishing gunshot wounds...

Healed faster right about now.

Assailant's into
anabolic steroids.

Where's Ms. Gutierrez?

She's safe for now.

But with the way
that guy handled himself,

I don't know
for how much longer.

Any guesses about who'd
want to kill our attorney?

The guy who tried to
attack her last night

looked like he'd done time.

Could be, uh,
angry former client?

Excuse me.

Well, we need to get her files.

See if the assailant
is one of her clients.

Narrow down our suspects.

Yes?

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Half day, Finch?

Stay close
to Ms. Gutierrez.

I'll be back soon.

You cut your hair... finally.

Got new glasses.
Finally.

I suppose you could use
some rest before I lecture you

on the perils
of underground gambling.

That'd be great.
I've been up almost 48 hours.

My cellmate snored
like a freight train.

Happy you're home, Will.

Sorry you had to
bail me out again.

Well, it's good
to have you back either way.

How'd you get into my office
without anyone noticing?

Trade secret.

I need you
to help me to find out

where to buy
that brand of steroid.

What, you looking to beef up?

- It belonged to a guy I had
a run-in with last night.

Skilled fighter.

Looking to track down the gym
where he juices up.

Are you having second thoughts?

There's just a lot of
prying eyes around this place.

You're getting paranoid,
Carter.

That's a step
in the right direction.

So you want to sue your boss.

Wonderful, uh...
We can absolutely do that.

Um, what, uh...

What type of work do you do?

Uh, it's um, complicated.

Okay. How did you
hear about me?

- A bailiff said
ex-cons with gripes

against the State
is your specialty.

- Is that bad information?
- Um, no, not at all.

It's just I thought you were
a clear-cut civil case.

The unicorn
I've been looking for...

Like the perfect man.

- Oh--
- Oh.

Sorry, I'm all thumbs today.

I do it all the time.
I'll be right back.

Nicely done, Mr. Reese.
I have a signal now.

How was your appointment?

Quite productive, thank you.

Okay.

Here we go.
Okay.

So, tell me, why do you
want to sue your boss?

Well, my working conditions
are, um...

Unsafe.

I slipped and hurt my back.

- Did that happen on the job?
- Just last night, actually.

Mr. Reese, I've got sound
in both microphones, now.

Connecting to her hard drive.

I sent an email
with a virus promising

40% off any purchase
at Bloomingdales.

She couldn't resist
downloading it.

So, what's this
boss of yours like?

Very manipulative.
Secretive.

We've had some
personality conflicts.

I take it
he has a lot of money.

He's, uh, one of those
rich loner types.

Kind you'd call strange
if he didn't have so much cash.

So, instead,
he's, uh, eccentric.

Well, this case is going
to rack up a lot of hours.

I can pay upfront.

Then I can start immediately.

Well, after
my next appointment.

I'm, uh, running late.

I'll call you.

I look forward to it.

Daddy!

There he is.

Oh.

Chris did me a big favor
by picking him up

from the foster family's place.

When are you
coming home, daddy?

I don't like my room.

Andrea's gonna
get me out of here

sooner than you know it,
all right?

That's right, buddy.

Yeah, Jacob, why don't you
go over there right now,

hang with Chris for a minute

and let me
finish talking with Andrea?

So, um, so did you
get the blood test?

Chris is working on it,
but even if we get it--

Right. They still found
the drugs in my house.

Maybe we can get you tested
at an independent lab

and prove that you were clean.
It could help.

Whatever you need, I'll do it.

Look, I know I can't pay you

and I know that
it's not looking good, but...

Thank you.

Everyone deserves
a second chance.

You've found something.

Brand name's Anadrol.

It's a popular compound
found in some MMA gyms.

Turned up in buy-and-busts
at three gyms in the boroughs.

What are the locations?

I'll tell you
only if I don't wind up

getting called to
a crime scene, understood?

You have my word, Detective.

Any sign of our assailant?

Third location,
and still nothing.

Could be our friend
from last night

decided to take the day off.

Finch, I see him.

Hey, you remember me?

Yeah.

Look out!

Reese, are you okay?

Yes, but I can't say the same
about the other guy.

So much for not
dropping any bodies.

Our dearly departed hit man,
Alonso Garcia, was an ex-con.

He served three years
at Five Points

for second-degree
manslaughter.

But Andrea wasn't
his representative.

Then what's their connection?

Terrence King.

They share a parole officer
named Dominic Galuska.

Yeah, saw him
at the courthouse.

Maybe I should pay
Mr. Galuska a visit,

see if this is more
than just a coincidence.

I know what you're gonna say.

I give you an address,
and you promised me

no one would get dead,
and what happens?

In my defense, Mr. Garcia
didn't look both ways

before crossing the street.

How did you know
the dead guy's name?

We couldn't find any ID on him.

It was on his driver's license.

You stole a dead guy's wallet?

He tried to kill
Andrea Gutierrez last night,

and he was going to try again.

Garcia had just under,
what, 10 grand on him?

My guess,
it's a payoff for a hit.

Who'd want to kill her?

I'm working on it.

I can't pay you
this month, Galuska.

If I don't get my cut,

I bet I could find
a dozen parole violations,

throw you back inside.

That's 10%, okay?

When I got you this job,

our deal was
30% of your paycheck.

Don't you cheap out on me, Lou.

Hey, Dominic!

Where's my money?

Who do you think
you're talking to?

I thought I was talking
to the guy who's shaking down

his parolees
for their legit pay.

See if you can find me

a bottle of booze
in there, will you?

- Thank you.
- 911, state your emergency.

I'm Dominic Galuska,

and I may be a danger
to myself and others.

Wow, the old loft.

Yeah, haven't been here
since the funeral.

I thought you might
come back to it someday.

I'm packing some stuff up
to send to storage.

If there's anything that you're
interested in, let me know.

Thanks.
You thinking about staying?

No, I'm thinking about
selling the place.

Never really
liked it much here.

Oh.

It's where he moved
after the divorce.

Always seemed too big...
Expensive... vacant.

Well, he worked a lot.

Guess I can see
how you might think that.

Sorry, I forgot to ask--

How's the insurance
business going?

Boring as ever, thank you.

Have you had a chance
to go through everything?

It turns out dad
was a bit of a pack rat.

It looks like
half of it's mine.

Projects, awards,
papers from school.

Well, you always were
an outstanding student.

Have you thought about
finishing your residency?

No, got plenty of action

around the world with MSF,
Red Cross.

Didn't feel like
I was helping people.

You're a doctor.
All you do is help people.

I treat symptoms
of the disease after the fact,

never the underlying cause.

I want to really help people.

I was just thinking how much
you sound like your father.

Yeah.

Any chance I can
convince you to stay?

Sorry.

Well, don't leave
without saying good-bye.

I won't.

You framed Galuska
for making a death threat

against one of his parolees?

You said you needed evidence.

Not like that.

If you don't wanna
interrogate him, Carter,

I'd be happy to do it for you.

He's already in the box.

Good, we need to find out
if he's working with anyone.

See if he's sent
anyone else after Andrea.

I know how to do my job,
thank you.

But I did find something
interesting about Galuska.

Several of his parolees
that got sent back inside

complained about him
setting them up.

Said Galuska planted
evidence on them.

What does he get out of it?

I'm gonna find that out.

In the meantime, can you try
not to break any more laws?

Hello, Lionel, miss me?

Yeah, like I miss a hangover.

- I've got a job for you.
- This about Carter?

Because she's still acting
all hinky.

No, it's not Carter
I'm concerned about right now.

It's someone else.

All right, what's this job?

John?

Do we have an appointment?

No, but I have a question.

I was just assigned a new PO.

He's being difficult.

His name's Dominic Galuska.

I know that guy.
Total jackass.

He keeps searching
my apartment,

and there's nothing to find,
but he keeps coming back.

If he shows up again, call me.

I'll be there,
anytime of the day or night.

On the clock, of course.

How's that site
working out for you?

Ha...

Uh...

It's hard to find the right kind
of guy in my line of work.

That seems odd, because
you're very attractive, smart...

Let me stop you there, John.

I don't date my clients
or ex-cons.

Been there, done that.

This is Andrea 2.0
you're looking at.

Plus, I need your money.

And I like my guys
not quite so...

Better looking than me.

Why did you stay in
the town where you grew up?

I mean, why not start fresh?

Because I'm not running away
from who I was.

I was taught
it's okay to make mistakes,

and I believe everyone
deserves a second chance.

Threatening
a parolee's life, Dominic?

This is some kind
of misunderstanding.

Just a little depressed, huh?

You got a tough job.

From what I'm seeing here,
you're not very good at it.

You got the worst recidivism
rate in your office.

Kicked more guys back inside
last month than I did.

Some were even saying
they were set up.

You know a criminal's motto,
Detective, "I didn't do it."

You're doing
a public service, Mr. Galuska.

Hard work, crap pay.

Which is why it's interesting
you drive such a nice truck.

My aunt passed away
a couple of months ago.

Left me some money.

Why do you care?

I care when people get hurt.

Like your parolee,
Alonso Garcia.

Guy got run over in red hook
this afternoon.

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Did you know Mr. Garcia

tried to kill
Andrea Gutierrez two nights ago?

Like I said, couldn't happen
to a nicer guy.

I can't, for the life of me,
figure out what kind of grudge

Alonso Garcia would have against
Ms. Gutierrez, can you?

I think I'm ready
for my lawyer now.

Yeah.

How'd it go?

I'm sorry, got a big
goose egg on this one.

Galuska walked.

Oh, no, you did great, Carter.

Because while you two
were having a chat,

I got into his apartment,

borrowed his computer.

You broke into his apartment?

You said you couldn't
do anything illegal.

You didn't say
anything about me.

Mr. Galuska should know
better than to protect

his important files
with his birth date.

That's a hell of a lot of
money in the bank for a man

who makes less than
50 grand a year.

Each deposit coincides
with when he sent

one of his parolees
back to prison.

He's getting kickbacks
from somewhere or someone.

Prisons are big business.

The more inmates,
the more funding.

Mr. Galuska took out
exactly $9,900

from his savings account
three days ago.

Anything over 10,000
gets flagged by the IRS.

He paid Alonso Garcia
to kill Andrea.

That's not the only withdrawal.

There's another one
in the same amount

just last night.

That means--

He hired someone else
to finish the job.

John!

John, what is going on?

I don't need your services
anymore, Andrea.

But I think
you're gonna need mine.

Mr. Reese, are you
at the safe house yet?

Heading there now.

Okay, what the hell?!

You're in danger, Andrea.

Um, you think?
Who was the guy with the gun,

and who are you,
because your back

seemed just fine when you
went ninja on that guy.

I'm like you-- I give people
second chances.

So you were never in jail?

Not in this country.

Excuse me.

Mr. Reese?

An arrest report just came in

for the gentleman you
apprehended in the law library.

His name is Wendell Lentz,

and I've confirmed that he's one
of Dominic Galuska's parolees.

Okay, we need to make sure
Galuska doesn't have any more

killers out there
looking for Andrea.

What did I do?

Galuska's getting money from
someone to set up his ex-cons

and send them back to prison.

You kicked a hornet's nest
with Terrence's case.

Galuska may have planted
those drugs in his home.

Oh, my God.

That means Terrence
is actually innocent.

You weren't sure?

I wanted to be.

Terrence was given a drug test
the night he was arrested,

and it came back negative.

Galuska and the department
of corrections

conveniently misplaced it.

I never got a copy
of the report.

A little more digging,
you'd also have found

all the complaints
filed against him.

Parolees who said
Galuska set them up.

- I need to tell Terrence.
- You need to stay here

until I find out who else
he may have hired to kill you

and who Galuska's working for.

Stay here, lock the doors,

and don't open them for anyone.

I take it you know
how to use this?

You grow up where I did, you
know how to handle yourself.

Hmm.

You're getting better at
ditching your tail.

Maybe you got a knack
for breaking the law.

I've been going back
through Galuska's files

and found a pattern.

In the past year,
all the parolees

he's busted
were single parents.

Which means their kids
end up in foster care.

Galuska wasn't getting
paid for the parolees.

He was getting
paid for their kids.

Each child is worth
about 800 bucks a month.

Galuska's gotta be working
with someone at DFS.

Well, DFS is a big agency.

I'm gonna have a talk
with Mary and Paul Kinsey--

The foster parents looking after
Terrence King's kid.

You're good at this, Carter.

It's my job.

And I didn't even have to shoot
anyone to do it.

I just have a few questions,
Mr. and Mrs. Kinsey.

I promise not to take up
too much of your time.

Something wrong?

I certainly hope not, ma'am.

I see here you have six foster
children under you care.

- Is that still correct?
- It is, yes.

Okay, and, uh, Jacob King
is one of those kids?

This is about Jacob?

He misses his dad, but...
He's adjusting just fine.

Do you, either of you,

know a man
named Dominic Galuska?

No, who's that?

What about Gloria Copeland?

She's the head of foster
placement at DFS.

Where do all six of the children
that are under your care sleep?

Because it looks to me...

You live in
a one-bedroom apartment.

Not much space
for six kids and two adults.

Okay, you tell me the truth now,
or I arrest both of you

for interfering with
a criminal investigation.

Jacob's the only child
living with us right now.

So the others on the list,
Rebecca Johnson, Trey White...

Rebecca ran away months ago.

Trey White and the other
children, they...

The others don't exist.

But I bet you're still getting
paid for all of them.

Enough, Paul.

You shut your mouth.

Galuska's not smart enough
to pull this off on his own.

So he had to have
a contact at DFS,

and you are going to tell me
who that person is.

We want a lawyer.

And our phone call.

Don't go anywhere.

Who is this?

You know who, Detective.

I want you to give the Kinseys
their phone call.

You are interrupting me

in the middle
of an interrogation.

Sounded like the end of
an interrogation to me.

They asked for their lawyer.

How would you know that?

Are you bugging my phone?

I want you to give the Kinseys
their phone call.

Not until I find out
who their contact at DFS is.

We think we already know
who that person is, Detective.

We've checked the DFS filings
for the last six parolees

that Galuska busted.

The signatures on all six
belong to one woman,

Gloria Copeland.

Yeah, but that's not enough
evidence to arrest her.

DFS is a mountain of paperwork.

It'd take months
to sort through it all,

and if the Kinseys tip her off,

Copeland's only gonna
destroy the evidence.

That's exactly what
we want her to do.

If we're gonna work
together, Detective,

a little bit of trust
is in order.

Finch, are you in?

Just.

Well, you need to move fast.

Thanks for that newsflash,
Mr. Reese.

Here I was planning
to move at a sloth-like pace

and get myself captured.

The scanner's installed,
Mr. Reese.

Was that fast enough for you?

Hello?

Will you accept a collect call

from Metropolitan
Detention Center, Brooklyn,

on behalf of Terrence?

Yes, of course.

Terrence, what's wrong?

They're moving me to Attica
tomorrow.

What?!

Why?
I don't know.

But look, that's not
a detention facility.

That's maximum security...

And I can't make it in there.

Look, I'm just gonna file an
injunction to stop the transfer.

We're gonna need some help
convincing a judge.

Okay, all right.

I'm gonna take care of this,
okay, T?

Right.

We were right.

The Kinseys must have contacted
Gloria Copeland.

She's begun shredding
the documents.

I'm getting the scans now.

Every time Dominic Galuska

sends one of his
parolees back to prison,

Ms. Copeland uses
the foster care paperwork

to hide the kids
she's fabricated.

She makes it look like
the parolees

have more kids
than they actually do.

This scam must be worth
upwards of $1/4 million a month.

We got a problem then, Finch.

Gloria Copeland
left work early.

She isn't the one
shredding the documents.

Galuska's got a different
contact at DFS.

Andrea, wh-- what
are you doing here?

Terrence is being transferred
to Attica in the morning.

Um, what do you want me
to do about it?

Call his case worker, Chris.

Tell her to contact the judge
who made the order.

The transfer's not in the best
interest of the child.

I can't do that.

What's wrong with you?
Why not?

Because I'm the one that
asked the judge to move him.

You're working with Galuska.

You know the shame of it, Andi?

Turns out you're actually
a pretty good lawyer.

Not that anyone's
ever gonna know it.

Mr. Reese, I'm running
a handwriting analysis

on the signatures of Gloria
Copeland and Chris Scollard.

The Rs in both names
are identical.

He forged her signature.

Gloria Copeland had no idea
what was going on.

Why would you do this, Chris?

How could you betray
all those families?

Those kids were better off
with their foster families

than they ever were
with their convict parents.

Terrence's son gave him
a reason to stay clean.

He got a job, a life.

Who are you to take away their
chance at being a family?

I admire that
bleeding heart of yours.

I'd rather it bleed
than stop beating altogether.

He's getting away.

No, he's not.

NYPD. Turn around.

Drop your weapon.

Drop it!

Whoa, come here, buddy.

Oh, I missed you, man.

I missed you so much.

Um, I'll be right back.

Yeah, yeah.

I read about your
settlement with the State.

Wrongful imprisonment,
defamation of character--

Don't forget violation
of civil rights

and malicious prosecution.

You get 30% of $10 million.
Not bad.

Maybe you can stop sneaking
into NYU's library.

I think I'm gonna start
with a new pair of shoes.

Besides, I like it in there.

Has a good vibe.

Even after
you almost go killed?

Well, I had you and your
complicated job to save me.

You ever think of having
a less hazardous profession

like mountain climbing
or bear wrestling?

I mean, is it really
worth risking your life

for people you don't know?

You're not the only one
who believes in second chances.

Thank you.

Hey, Uncle Harold.

When you called, I assumed it
was going to be good-bye again.

No, I'm not gonna
sell the place.

Not right away, anyway.

Are you taking up
your residency again?

No.

I'm done patching people up,

and I wanna find out
more about my dad.

Look at this.

This was the day
you got into med school.

He was so proud of you.

Always was.

Going through his things,

I realize how little
I really knew him.

I think most fathers
are a mystery to their sons.

Well, most sons
don't have the advantage

of reading
the unauthorized biography.

Or all this.

It's from the audit
the lawyers did

when he left me
his half of the company.

Now, most of it
I don't understand.

I get lost when it comes to
computers, like you, right?

Right.

But, there are some things
I do understand.

Inconsistencies like...
Did you know

that he shut down IFT
for nearly seven years?

Yes, I knew that
he downsized a bit.

Well, he gave
all his employees severance

and sent them packing.

Why would he do that?

And, look, whatever it was
that he was working on,

he sold it to the government
for a dollar.

So that means it was either
something worthless...

Or priceless.

Did he ever
talk to you about it?

I mean, you were
his closest friend.

No, he never did.

Where have you been, Finch?

I won't be back
in the office today.

Maybe you should take the rest
of the day off as well.

You want to talk about it?

Not particularly.

But you admit
there is something going on,

something
that you're worried about.

That makes me worried.

Well, you needn't, Mr. Reese.

I hope you understand
that there are certain things

that I can't tell you.

Oh, I understand
completely, Finch.

How's it going, Lionel?

I'm on that new assignment
you gave me.

I gotta say, I should at least
be getting cab fare for this.

This job ending any time soon?

As soon as I get some answers.

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