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Not quite the Ganges, is it?

Not really a river any more.

Used to flood like a son of a bitch back when I was a boy.

They paved it all over in the 50's.

London got the Thames, ...

Paris got the Seine, ...

Vienna's got the Blue Danube, ...

L.A.'s got a ... concrete drainage ditch.

That's all we got,

it'll have to do.

- Well, that's the only way I wanna have it done.

- How about Vista Heights?

- No, tell him I want to talk about LA's need for a new crime lab.

- They don't want ...

- Well, of course, they don't want another one.

- That's what I want to talk to them about I want to make them realize that we need one.

- They'll fight it.

- Absolutely. See...that's the whole point...

- David, I've got Marian on the line. - Who?

- Marian... your wife. - Oh... yeah.. put her through.

- Marian, you've got David.

- Is this the beautiful and charming Mrs. McNorris?

- David... David, I was in the playground! - What's wrong?

- David, two girls have been shot! - Oh, my God!

- They were six and sixteen. - How old?

- Six and sixteen. - Are you OK?

- I... it was... I... - Honey, are you all right?

- I have blood all over my hands.

- OK. Well, go back inside and wash it off. - Please, David, can you just get here?

- I'm almost there. I'm five minutes away. My car's right over... - One of them is dead!

- Is the ambulance there? - Yes.

- OK, then, honey, you've done everything you can do. Just go back inside. Please.

- David, please, will you just get here ?!

- Yes. OK. I love you.

- Peter, did you get that? - Yes, David.

- Sick....!

- What would you like me to do?

- Cancel my lunch and call the chief.

- Now, Peter, I want someone from my office on this investigation like a lamprey eel.

- And when I'm talking to the Chief, I want you to make some calls.

- Call the local news - the Times, The Trib... - The TV channels?

- Yes. Every.... - Even Davis?

- No, not that jerk! After the way he pissed all over my gang initiative. No!

- Yes, well, my wife's been working here well, volunteering here, since last February?

- Last year. - Since last year. Terri?

Do you have a name on the girl who was wounded?

The police haven't been able to reach her mother yet.

The girl who was killed... was she a gang member?

Terri, she was 15 or 16 years old.

Whether or not she was a member of a gang, she didn't deserve to be shot to death in the street.

Last question.

David, anything new on the Vista Heights investigation?

No, there's nothing new on Vista Heights and we're not here to talk about that. Thank you.

- Uh, excuse me, why are we here? - I'm sorry?

Why are we here?

Well...Andrea...I assume you're here because one little girl was wounded and another was killed.

Given that, that happens every day in this city, why are we all here for this one?

Well. Isn't it true ...

that someone from your office called all the news outlets and ...

told them of your personal relationship with this shooting and that you'd be here to answer questions?

Or did you not know someone made those calls?

Of course, I knew. Andrea. I had my assistant make those calls.

And you know why? Because this happens every day in this city.

I didn't see a crowd of reporters at 163rd and Florence two days ago ...

when Conchita Escovito was killed by a stray bullet while sitting at her kitchen table feeding her baby girl.

You're damn right I had my assistant call your editors and news directors.

Because I knew that me being here could get you here.

Now, look, I don't blame you because you don't go to the scene of every shooting.

When something happens every day, it stops being news.

I'm no saint about this myself.

The only reason I knew those two names I just mentioned is because they're ongoing cases.

You ask me who was murdered on this day six months ago, I wouldn't know.

Not the names, any way. I tend not to forget the faces.

Thanks for the question.

- Mrs. McNorris?

- Yes. - I'm Andrea Little. I'm a reporter for the Tribune.

I just... I wanted to ask you a few questions.

I'm ... I'm going to wait for my husband.

OK, in that case, I'll just go pee.

- Are you all moved into your new house? - Sorry?

- I met you last year when your husband won the Barkley case. I did a piece on him for the Sunday magazine.

- What did you say your name was, again? - Andrea Little.

- Yes, that was a good article.

- Uh...we have moved in; we just haven't finished unpacking. There are still boxes.

My advice - after a year, if there are any you haven't opened, throw them out.

- Don't even look inside, just throw them out. - I'll remember that.

Rough day here today.

Yeah.

- This is an after-school program - Yeah.

How long have you been working here?

I've been working - uh, volunteering here - since last year.

Rough neighborhood.

Not really. They're good people.

You like the work?

Yes, I do. Very much.

- The little girl who was shot here today. Had she been coming here long? - No, Grace was new.

- Grace Smith. - No, Grace Adams. Who's Grace Smith?

I must have heard it wrong.

The only reason I knew those two names I just mentioned is because they're ongoing cases.

You ask me who was murdered on this day six months ago, I wouldn't know.

Not the names, any way. I tend not to forget the faces.

Thanks for the question.

OK, listen up! I've got 14 bullets.

How about you?

I'm empty.

Why did you ask that question today?

It had to be asked.

By you?

Apparently, no one else was gonna ask it.

They were all basking in the warm glow of honesty and forthrightness that is David McNorris.

Besides, it gave you the best quote of the day. I tend not to forget the faces.

That was exceptional, David.

- I don't. Forget the faces.

- Good for you! - You spoke with Marian.

She was part of the story.

You think I got some sort of cheap thrill out of talking to your wife?

- Walking the edge? Flirting with danger? - Um-huh.

Oh, and, uh, FYI, in case she hasn't mentioned it, she's scared.

I'm sure you think it's good for your image to have your wife doing volunteer work but ...

I don't think she's having fun any more.

I saw you talking to some cops today. You talk to Hechler?

No. He took off before I got there.

I don't know if you came over here looking to get lucky, but I'm exhausted. I'm going to run a bath.

If you'd like a shot at jumping my bones, you should be... naked... by the time the bath tub is full.

That's not why I came.

- What? - Suit yourself.

They found the suspect in today's drive-by shooting.

Help! She's bleeding! She's been shot!

Are you sure it was a Mercedes? Not a Lexus?

There's no exit wound. It's a chest wound. She's bleeding out. What's he got?

Mercedes. Definitely Mercedes.

These two kids come up, one white, one black, late teens, early 20's.

The only reason he remembers them, at all,

is they took the ice cream back to a black Mercedes right up there by the fire pump.

You know, a car like that in this neighborhood, a Mercedes, it kinda sticks out.

- Yeah, I bet. - He doesn't remember what they looked like.

Doesn't remember what kind of ice cream they had. I used to like that Eskimo Pie thing. Then, my brother told me it was made from real Eskimos...

- Hey, Ray. Where was the other girl hit? - Oh, I was digressing, wasn't I?

- Yeah, you were digressing. - I tend to do that. Cherie - she thinks I got that ADD thing. I...

- Ray, Ray, Ray, come on, let's roll here.

- All right, I'll digress right back. The Mercedes was rolling down the street here. Right up to about here.

And at that point, he's looking through the windshield. Can't really see them.

A hand comes out, the passenger side window, the side the black kid's on.

A gun in the hand. Bang, bang, bang.

There's one down here and one down in the sand.

All he got was a partial plate ...

- 4DOQ - DOQ? - David, Ocean, Queen

Good day, gentlemen.

- What's McNorris doing here? - His wife works here. She found the kid who was wounded.

Thought maybe he was here for me. That he was going to get a flashlight and crawl up my ass to look for the Vista Heights money.

Is that where the Vista Heights money is, Ray?

Only the spare change.

Well, you boys have a nice southern California day.

- See! You know, when people walk away from me like that, it hurts my feelings. - Bye-bye.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah. In the middle of the country.

In the middle of the country, nobody knows any gays. Why?

Because all the gays they had, they ran off when they got the snot kicked out of them in high school.

So, I say, Go back, Sisters! Go on back. Not cause I don't like them. Don't get me wrong.

Have you ever seen a house decorated by a straight guy? It's all plaid and wood.

- What was the description that ice cream guy gave us this morning?

- Black Mercedes, 4-door, late model, partial license 4DOQ.

- White driver, black passenger? - Yeah.

- Dammit, they clocked us!

5-Baker-7, this is 8149. We are in pursuit of suspects in playground drive-by.

They are north-bound on Palmetto. We need backup and an airship.

I got him.

- No, wait. Wait! - He's got a gun!

Control 5-Baker-7, suspect's car is TC'd at Fourth and Mateo. Officer Turcotte in pursuit, footbound.

- Yeah. He's moving. - Copy that 5-Baker-7.

5-Baker-7, resuming pursuit eastward on Mateo.

Pull over!

Pull over now!

Uh-oh. Wrong way down a one-way road!

Oh, no!

Ohhhh... Son of a bitch!

5-Baker-7. Control, I'm in the Westside Mall parking structure.

- Are you involved in the rescue of Officer Turcotte? - Rescue? What rescue?!

Oh, my ... !

- Are you OK? - Well...I guess, I'm OK.

- Can you back up your car? I'm chasing a very bad man.

- It won't start. - I'm just gonna squeeze past you.

- Oh, my goodness! My car! My car! - We're insured, fully insured! I hope we're insured.

Did you see a kid come through here? A kid! Did you see a kid?!

Stop! Get up! Get up!

Get your hands out at your side! Don't even think about it!

Get your hands out slow where I can see them. Out at your side, palms up.

I never stole anything before in my life, Officer. I swear!

- What kind of car are you driving? - I don't drive a car. I don't have a car. I took the bus.

- Took the bus?

All right... What is it you're so willing to get shot over?

Michael Bolton?

It's for my lady.

For your lady!

I got him.

- No, wait. Wait! - He's got a gun!

Control, this is Airship 2. We've got a patrolman in the river, south of the Fourth Street bridge.

Copy that, Airship 2. We'll contact River Rescue.

Oh God!

Hey, Aquaman! Joel and Fearless want to have a little chat with you about your trip down the Amazon.

You should really have another shower because there was a sewer spill in the Valley this morning.

Really! 1.2 million gallons about 7 o'clock.

- Are you serious? - No.

- Are you OK, Tom? - Yeah, never better. What's up?

- You know, I always wondered what it would be like to go for a dip in the L.A. River.

- Well, it's nothing mystical, Detective. It's cold, it's wet and it smells.

- But, you don't have to take my word for it. Anything else you want to talk to me about?

- Yeah. Actually, we were wondering about the gun, Tom. The kid you were chasing had the gun, right?

- Yeah, but ... but I think he dumped it in the river. - You think?

- Yeah, Ray, I think. He was 50 yards ahead of me and I saw him throw something. You know...

- He made a throwing motion and I saw something splash.

- I saw him run up the other side. I didn't see the gun any more.

- I guess we could always drag the river.

- Cousteau here could take another plunge.

- Well, anyway, we better mosey. We're gonna talk to the owner of the car.

- Tom, you might wanna think about getting some antibiotics. The water could have some pretty rough stuff in it.

- Ya think? - Yeah.

- Don't let him get to you like that. - I didn't.

Hello.

- Hey, Tommy! - Hey, Dad.

- You watching TV?

- Uh, just for a couple of minutes. I'm getting ready for bed.

- You should be reading all those books I got you. TV isn't gonna do anything for you.

- You reading them? - Yeah, I'm reading.

- Hey, are you still listening to that classical music like she suggested?

- Yep. So, what's up, Dad?

- Well, I heard what happened today. You know, I talked to Kenny Randall. The kid's not even at your station, is he?

- No.

- I guess bad news travels fast, huh? What happened?

- I lost a suspect.

- Yeah, I know. But, he made the jump, right? - Yeah.

- The punk made it across the river. Why didn't you? - I don't know.

- You were always the athlete. I mean, at least you always had that going for you.

- Uh, Dad...

- I don't understand why you didn't just shoot the son of a bitch. - Dad, hold on for a second. I got another call.

- Yeah! - Hello, my little water nymph.

- Ray... What is it? I'm on the other line.

- Joel and Fearless got a location on that kid you were chasing.

- Cantrel LaFontaine.

- That's mostly minor juvie crap when he was 13 or 14. But, now he's graduated.

- He's murdered one girl, wounded another one. Moron!

- What? Are you in love with the guy?

- Shut up!

- I'm serious. The way you're looking at him.

- What's your problem with him ?

- I don't have a problem with him. It's just...

- Everything comes easy to him. You know, even in the academy - he sails through.

- And he makes detective.

- Yeah, I hate those people who are good. It's high time we celebrated mediocrity.

- High time.

- You. You got to let go of that crap. - Yeah. Like you.

- Well, my situation with him is a little different, partner.

- He thinks I'm soiled.

- You spend 5 years in the Heights, ...

... go fishing with a guy, you go to his kids' birthday parties. Ipso, facto, you're dirty.

- Guilt by association. That's all it is.

- There isn't nothing I'd like better than to do a dance in a dark stairwell with that self-righteous son of a bitch!

- But, I don't let that show. - No, not you.

- I smile. I make nice. I let him think I'm his best friend in the world.

- Yeah.

- Officer down. We have an officer down.

- I don't know anyone who smokes any more. Why do you?

- Why do you smoke?

- You sure you wanna ask that? - Why?

- Because it's a story. If you ask me that, you get a story.

My buddy Freaktown and I were about 200 clicks south of Najaf, back in Iraq during Desert Storm.

We were sent to check out the crash site of a F-15.

The crash had happened the week before, the pilot had ejected, been picked up ...

and we were supposed to see if there was anything "recoverable" from the debris field.

As we were walking along, I saw something shiny in the dirt and I bent over to pick it up.

But, what I did not know when I bent over, ...

... was that about a mile away, there was a sniper hiding in some rocks.

A Republican Guard long-range marksman who had been waiting for days for someone to come and check the debris field.

And the son of a bitch was aiming right at my head when he pulled the trigger.

I figure the bullet was in the air 3, maybe 4 seconds which was just enough time ...

... for me to see the shiny object, think "Hey, shiny object" ..

... and bend over.

The bullet missed me, hit Freaktown in the head.

- Killed him?

- Nah, Freak was about that tall. So, the bullet entered high in his helmet, ...

...cut through the lining and parted my man's hair and went out the other side.

- What does this story have to do with you smoking?

- Freaktown smoked. And having come within a half inch and a half second of dying, ...

... I figured ... a cigarette sounded like a good idea.

- I can't believe you live in a motel. Yeah, living the dream, baby.

- Living the dream in Boomtown! - So, am I gonna see you again?

- No. - What? You didn't have a good time?

- Darling, I had a great time...

... and you can do things...

... you can do things I never imagined could be done.

It was just something I wanted to try once.

- How much? - 600.

- Ouch! Whew! See, there's another reason. I'd go broke seeing you.

- You got a list? - A list?

- Yeah. Of all the thing you wanna do before you die. It sounds like you got a list ...

- Run a marathon, climb a mountain, bang a hooker. - No, no list. Maybe I should make one.

- I had one once. Lost it somewhere. - So, what was on it?

- I don't know. Stupid junk. You know. Ride a camel, eat an oyster.

- My advice? Oyster, yes. Camel, no.

- Yeah... Yeah... All right. I got to go. Bye.

- How was it? - Beats the hell out of bungee jumping, baby...

... that is for damn sure! - Yeah, I bet.

- You good? - Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.

- You know. It was sad. I mean, of course, all sex has a little sadness about it.

But, this had more than its share.

- Hey, do you know what the French call orgasm? - No.

- La petite mort. The little death.

- Yo, bro! You listening? - Yeah. French for orgasm is the little death.

- She asked me why I smoked. - Oh, yeah? What did you tell her?

- Told her about me and Freaktown. That's the day I started.

- Yeah, I know it is. So, how did the story end this time?

- I said he lived.

- No sense in ruining her day, man.

- So, where are we going? - Drive-by. Two girls. One dead, one wounded.

- Hey, do you know what the French call orgasm? - No.

- La petite mort. The little death.

- Yo, brother! You listening? - Yeah. French for orgasm is the little death.

... he's looking through the windshield. All he sees is ...

... a hand comes out, the passenger side window, the side the black kid's on.

A gun in the hand. Bang, bang, bang.

There's one down here and one down in the sand.

- Michael Bolton! I mean, I could see getting shot for Springsteen or Waits.

- Michael Bolton? The kid says it's for my lady. For my lady, man! My lady!

- Clean. - It's too clean.

- We got shell casings. - Nah. The car was reported missing this morning.

- Two teenagers in a car all day, there'd be something.

- We know they had ice cream wrappers. - Maybe they threw the wrappers away.

- Exactly. Ray, talk to the mall security, talk to maintenance.

Make sure they don't dump any garbage until we can get to go through it.

- You want every ice cream wrapper and drink cup from this place? - No, Ray.

- I mean, you're not going to find the gun... - We're not looki...

- Excuse me. Hello. Hold on for a second.

- We're not looking for the gun, Ray. We're looking for anything out of the ordinary.

- Just the public bins, Ray. Hello? How is she doing?

- Hold on.

- It's Kelly. She's got the flu so her sister, Susan's over watching Willie.

- How's Kelly doing? - She's all right. She's getting better.

- Yeah...is she all right?

- Mr. Cates? - Yeah.

- LAPD, Sir. I'm Detective Smith. - Hey, Susan.

- Detective Stevens. - Baby, what's wrong?

- Is this about the car? - Yes, Sir. It is.

- You found it at the mall. - Yes.

- Mr. Cates. You know who took your Mercedes, Sir? - Do I know who?

- No... No... Why... Why would I know that?

- OK... Did you call the doctor?

- Mr. Cates, do you mind if we come into your house? - I think maybe I better call my attorney.

- Baby, hold on a second.

- Excuse me. Excuse me! Hey...you...

- Baby, hold on. Hold on...Hold on

- Don't move. - What the hell?!

- Shut up!!

- Not you, baby. Not you.

- Fearless, you know what? I can't do this good cop/bad cop thing.

You shot a six-year-old!

What's wrong with you?!

Don't say anything. Cause it doesn't matter to me.

We got the shell casings from the floor of the car.

So, whether you did it or your friend did, I could care less. You both go to jail for murder.

I'm sorry, Fearless.

- It wasn't me! It was Cantrel.

- Who's there?

- LAPD, Sir.

- LAPD? What in God's name?

Let me see your badges. Dear Lord! What do you want?

- We'd like to talk to Cantrel. - You sure you just wanna talk?

- Yes, Sir.

- I'm sure.

- Whatever you got, you got it wrong. Cantrel is a good kid. He...

He just got a track scholarship to Cal State.

- We just want a word, Sir.

- Get out of my house! Get out!

- Put your weapon down. Put your weapon down!

- Officer down.

- Officer down?

- Officer down. We have an officer down.

- Officer kneeling!

- They ought to put these kids in the Army.

I'm serious. You know why they join gangs, don't you?

- For the frequent flyer miles. - Except this kid couldn't fly so well.

- How's your wife?

- Excuse me?

- I was on the run to your house last week. Randy and I took her in.

- Ah...yeah. She's...she's good. She's good. - Yeah?

- Yeah. That was just a freak thing, you know.

The shower door breaking...and the glass... and stuff...but, she's good. Thanks.

- Hey. I'm sorry I'm late. - That's OK.

- How's she doing? - She's been sleeping mostly.

- Where did she get it? - In the other room.

- She probably shouldn't go into the baby's room until this stuff is put up.

OK?

- She ... she called me.

- I didn't know until she was on the phone.

- How's Willie?

- He's fine. He did some painting.

- Yeah?

- I think the one with the big eyes is supposed to be you.

- I told him you'd tuck him in.

- All right. So, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Yeah. I can't do it tomorrow.

- Uh .. OK. Don't worry about it.

I'll get somebody for tomorrow.

- Joel, I can't do it. At all. Any more. - Why?

- First of all, I'm not qualified.

- You're her sister, Susan.

- It's not like she has the flu, Joel.

She tried to kill herself.

- I know. If it gets difficult, you call me. You call the doctor.

- Yeah... Do you know what it's like spending the day with someone...

... who's like that?

I mean, you start to feel like ...

...maybe you're the one who's losing it.

- Yeah? - Yo, sweetness! We need you down at the station.

- Right now? - I'm sorry, partner. But, there's been a little development.

- Can you come in? - I don't know. Hold on.

- Yeah, I'll be right in. - OK. Step to it, baby.

- Thanks.

- How's your wife?

- Excuse me?

- I was on the run to your house last week. Randy and I took her in.

- Ah...yeah. She's...she's good. She's good. - Yeah?

Yeah. That was just a freak thing, you know.

The shower door breaking...and the glass... and stuff...but, she's good. Thanks.

Are you sure it was a Mercedes? It wasn't a Lexus?

There's no exit wound. It's a chest wound. She's bleeding out.

She's bleeding! She's been shot! Could somebody help?

She's gone. Go!

- Excuse me. What's her name?

- Grace. - Grace. OK, sweetie, you gonna be OK.

- Mommy? - Yes, honey. I'm here.

- I know her. - That's Teresa, honey. She's a paramedic.

Kinda a like a doctor that drives around helping people who get hurt.

- I saw the man with the gun in the car. It was funny. - What?

- It was so hot and he was wearing gloves. - Who was wearing gloves?

- The man who shot the gun. The driver.

- Then you called Fearless... Detective Smith? - Yes.

- Was he surprised? - You'd have to ask him.

- I did.

- Well...is that it? Because the police want us to give statements

and I want to say good-bye to Grace.

- Yeah, that's it. Thanks.

- Is that Cantrel's grandfather? - Yeah. He had to make the official identification.

- Right. Thanks.

- Take it!

- Take it and go! - But, I didn't...

- Take the damn gun, Cantrel, or I swear to God, ...

... I'm going to come to your house and kill you and your Granddad.

- Go!

- Look! That's her. That's the bitch who cut out on Digsby.

- Then, he's an idiot. - Watch it, Cantrel!

- What are you doing? - I'm going to teach her a lesson. The bitch can't walk away.

- You're not even in the damn gang. Neither am I.

- You gonna shoot her? - I'm just gonna to scare her.

- No. Keep going! - You're pissing me off, Cantrel.

- Hey! Yo, Cantrel! Here comes your boyfriend, man.

- Shut up, Steve.

- Why you hang with that punk, any way, man? He's such an idiot.

He's rich, dawg. He's got all the money. He pays for everything. That's why.

Like I said, that's his boyfriend.

- Cantrel! Yo, Cantrel.

What's wrong?

I thought your dad said you couldn't use his car any more.

- Well, we worked it out. Come on, let's go.

- Cantrel. Cantrel.

- I can fly! I can fly!

- Mr. LaFontaine, these two officers are gonna to take you home.

- How are you doing, Sir?

- Thank you. I live at 14... - We know where you live, Sir.

- Hey, fellows! - Aww, no!

- Wait up there a second.

Richard, I want to talk to your client. - He has nothing to say.

That's all right. I just want him to listen.

The police found the gloves at the mall.

They've already tested positive for gunpowder residue and now,

they're at the lab and they're looking for DNA.

- Are we going to hear a charge, here? - Ohhh, I'm getting to that, Richard.

- All I'm hearing are ominous threats of evidence that may or may not have any legal validity.

- Well, we have ourselves a witness. She saw your client do it.

It's the other girl you shot. - Not a word, now.

- You see, that's very good advice. I'd take that.

- I'm surprised. Where are the cameras? I can't see you making a big bust without cameras.

- You know, I thought about that, Dick.

But, with everyone running around and asking questions, we wouldn't be able to hear... IT!

- Hear what?

- Listen.

- You hear that? That swirling sound?

- That's all of young Taylor's hopes and dreams and aspirations ...

... just spiraling round and round and ...

right down the drain.

- Detective.

- Taylor Cates, you're under arrest for the murder of Audrey Darnell

and the attempted murder of Grace Adams.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say, can and will be used against you in a court of law.

- What do you know? You've got yourself another story.

- Well, what do you know? So did you.

- Come on, Tom. We better "whoosh" out of here.

- OK, Sir.

- Mr. LaFontaine?

- Put the belt over your shoulder, Sir.

- Not quite the Ganges, is it?

Not really a river any more.

Used to flood like a son of a bitch back when I was a boy.

They paved it all over in the 50's.

That's all we got ...

... it'll have to do.

- Sir, would you ... would you like to be alone?

- I've been trying to think of a prayer.

but I'm coming up blank. It's been a long time.

You... You got any?

- No. No, I'm all out.

- How about you?

- I don't have any prayers. But, I do have a story.

- There was this wave way out on the ocean

and the wave was just racing along having a great time.

Sunlight glistening and spray just flying!

Until one day, he looked ahead and he saw wave after wave...

...in front of him crashing on the beach and he got scared.

And this older wave in front of him said, "I know exactly what your problem is."

"You've been having so much fun being a wave ...

... that you forgot you're really just part of the ocean".

- I like that... a part of the ocean.

River, ...

... take my grandson home.

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