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ANNOUNCER: Previously, on Elkhorn.

Arthur Packard of the Bad Lands Cow Boy.

[GUNSHOT]

MERRIFIELD: No lawyers here and no law,

not for a hundred miles.

ARTHUR: The Marquis de Mores is not a man to be trifled with.

Heck, he owns practically every building in

this town including this one.

SEWALL: What about your daughter?

She’s beautiful, isn’t she?

ROOSEVELT: Baby Lee, her life will be better without me.

SEWALL: What child is better off without their father?

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MAY: You said there would be sightseeing.

RUSSEL: C’mon, now, May.

It’s, it’s an authentic Western experience.

It’s a scam is what it is, and you fell right for it.

"Come and see the natural beauty of Pyramid Park."

You know what the locals call this place, Russel?

The Badlands.

RUSSEL: Well, you won’t have to complain much longer.

We’ll be in town before you know it and

on the next train to Boston.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

See now? - DRIVER: Whoa.

I’ll bet we’ve come upon a grand sight.

[PUNCH, GRUNT]

[FOOT STEPS]

[DOOR OPENS, GASP]

[SCREAMS]

ROBBER: Cash and jewelry.

Now!

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Russel, just do as he says.

RUSSEL: I’m just reachin’ for my wallet.

ROBBER: Get out!

RUSSEL: Okay.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

It’s okay, it’s okay.

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[GUNSHOT]

[CRYING, BREATHING HEAVY]

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♪♪ [SUSPENSE] ♪♪

Russel, don’t.

[GUNSHOT, SCREAM]

No, no, no. no.

Please, please!

Russel!

[CRYING]

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[CRYING]

♪♪ ["ELKHORN" MAIN THEME] ♪

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♪♪ [SALOON] ♪♪

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Bob Roberts!

I’ll take a pour of your finest whiskey.

Red, we don’t want no problems.

You already owe on the broken window and the card table.

I ain’t gonna be no trouble.

Not only am I payin’ my tab.

I’m buyin’ a round for everyone.

[MEN CHEER]

Had some good fortune, then?

You could say that.

And I got a feelin’

there’s plenty more to come.

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[SNORING]

Should we do it?

Mm-Hmm.

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[CHUCKLING]

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Maunders!

Do you know how I spent my morning?

Consoling the wife of a dead man.

MAUNDERS: Fail to see how that’s my fault.

Tenderfoots die out here every day,

a hazard of the territory.

When I hired you to run my stagecoach company,

my company,

the idea was to transport goods, not tourists.

It’s not just a man who’s dead.

It is a customer.

Even a dullard should understand that is not good for business.

A dullard?

MARQUIS: Your little scheme to

conceal the lockbox did not even stump a common thief.

MAUNDERS: If you’re frettin’ over security,

you shoulda hired a gun to ride along.

But it’s gonna cost ya.

MARQUIS: Paying off a widow

is what is going to cost me.

Our business is concluded.

Never set foot in here again.

You ain’t ever gonna find another soul who knows

this territory better than me.

Terrain can be taught.

Common sense, it seems, cannot.

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And now, I bid you

adieu, Monsieur Maunders.

Good luck.

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[DOOR SLAMS]

This is great Joe.

How about a blue as well? - JOE: Alright.

ROOSEVELT: Ah.

Exactly the man I was looking for!

I could use a spot of advice.

What trouble have you gotten yourself into now,

Mister Roosevelt?

A quagmire of cookery.

Cookery?

Baking, to be precise.

You see, Bill and the men do such a fine job with grub,

I thought that today I would surprise them with

a hearty meal of my own making.

Trouble is, I’ve been trying to recall my mother’s biscuit

recipe, and I cannot remember for the life of me whether

it called for baking powder or baking soda.

I wired Elliott, but he’s yet to respond, and, well,

I can’t very well wait around all day, now can I?

Afraid I’m not so knowledgeable on such things.

JOE: Got a simple solution for you, Mister Roosevelt.

What you do is you make yourself two batches,

one with baking soda, the other with baking powder.

[GUNSHOTS]

Danged gunslingers!

Stray round perhaps?

Shall we see?

I guess.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

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Redhead Finnegan’s back.

Who?

ARTHUR: Local nuisance.

Thief mostly though nobody can seem to prove it.

Temperamental fellow but never seemed quite so agitated.

Wonder what’s set him off this morning?

Ah, looks like the boys gave ol’ Red a close shave.

A spot of advice, Mister Roosevelt,

never fall asleep at Bob Roberts’ bar.

That’s when cowboys can get a little

creative with their mischief.

[GUNSHOT]

Alright, let’s put a stop to this before someone gets hurt.

C’mon.

Be careful, now!

[GUNSHOTS]

FINNEGAN: A man treats y’all to drinks,

and this is how you repay ’em?

Don’t shoot, Marquis!

So many bullets have hit my property already.

I would be well within my rights.

ARTHUR: Perhaps you would.

But give us a chance to quell this without bloodshed.

FINNEGAN: Whoever did this better come out here!

- FINNEGAN: By the time... - Very well, Packard.

...I count to five,

someone better be standing here

- Alright, let’s say... - FINNEGAN: ...and confessin’

...you distract him while I go around and get the drop on him?

How do you intend I do that?

Polite conversation, perhaps?

Okay.

FINNEGAN: One...

Two...

Good morning!

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FINNEGAN: Are you the fella who ruined my looks?

No, but perhaps I could help you find the perpetrator.

What might he look like?

FINNEGAN: I don’t need help.

I’ve got no business with you

unless you’re hidin’ that man.

Are you hidin’ ’em from me, rawheel?

Cause that ain’t gonna go so well for you.

?

Cause that ain’t gonna go so well for you.

ROOSEVELT: Now, wait just a moment-!

Red!

[GRUNTS]

MARQUIS: To the Bastille with him, then.

ARTHUR: Sleep tight, Red.

MARQUIS: You have shown great initiative today, Packard,

a soldier’s resolve.

It is to be commended.

Well, thank you, Marquis.

I appreciate that.

There is a business opportunity

I would like to discuss with you.

Just opened up, in fact.

I believe you might be the exact man I’m looking for.

ARTHUR: I’m flattered, Sir,

truly,

but I don’t know the first thing about managing stagecoaches.

I’m a newspaper editor as you’re certainly aware.

You’re a businessman.

"The Cow Boy is not published for fun but for

two dollars a year."

I always liked that little touch, Packard.

And I couldn’t agree with you more.

For even endeavors of passion

must turn a profit if they are to endure.

Now, I know we’ve had our disagreements.

But do not let that blind you to an opportunity.

At the moment, the people of Deadwood must ship their goods

from a train depot three hundred miles away.

A coach line in Medora would cut that distance by half

and position our town, not just the center of cattle trade

in the Badlands, but the center of trade itself.

And you, Packard, would be at the helm.

It’s a generous proposal, Marquis,

truly, but you should know I have

no aspirations of grand wealth.

And what about independence?

How do you mean?

Well, this building is a fine base of operations,

but as long as I own it, your fortunes are tied to mine.

Think of it, Packard, an independent enterprise?

So to be clear, you would hand the deed over to me?

And expand the paper’s reach.

Consider my offer.

But should you decide against it, well then,

please run this in tomorrow’s edition.

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[FINNEGAN GROANS]

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Someone let me outta here!

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Ah. You.

You.

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[ROOSTER CROWS]

Uncle, I am starved.

How much longer on those biscuits do you think?

I wouldn’t be in no rush.

Yeah.

Oh, I wanted to show you something.

I traded for it in town.

Not much your style.

It’s for Rosie,

for the next time I see her.

Well, what do you think?

You’re really smitten with this girl.

Well, I a-

Lunch is served!

Unfortunately, the baking powder took a bullet this

morning, so I had to gamble with baking soda.

Somebody shot the baking powder?

Not on purpose.

Well, that clears it right up, then.

DOW: Either way,

this is a wonderful surprise Mister Roosevelt, thank you.

Shall I fetch some jam?

Oh, no need, Wilmot.

Mother always intended them to be savored as they are.

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DOW: Ah, a,

Mr. Roosevelt, they’re quite firm.

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[BISCUIT CRACKLES]

ROOSEVELT: Well then,

perhaps they could use a spot of jam after all.

[CHUCKLES]

Yes, Sir.

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- ARTHUR: Hey there, Joe? - JOE: Arthur?

You playin’ warden, Packard?

Just being neighborly, Jake.

Heard you were workin’ for the Frenchman now.

Take it from me.

That don’t work out well for no one.

JOE: I’m closin’ after this, so you’re either buyin’

and goin’ or just goin’, Jake.

And your credit’s long-spent here.

MAUNDERS: Seems I’m paid-up, Ferris.

Packard.

Never thought I’d see the day.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Red.

You were quite the menace this...

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Better for keeping people out than in.

I just hope Finnegan’s learned his lesson.

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No paper today, Arthur?

I wouldn’t expect one tomorrow either, Mister Roosevelt.

Too many contracts to finish up

and books that need squaring.

Jake Maunder’s stagecoach records were inconsistent

to say the least.

Lot of missing sums I expect will remain missing.

Oh, but on the upside,

I was able to work out a deal with the mining company.

Turns out when you offer to ship their goods in half the time,

ears tend to perk up.

And pens get ready to sign, no doubt.

You know, you’re a skilled man, Arthur,

sure to succeed at any endeavor.

Just be sure to keep sight of what brought you out

here in the first place.

Of course, Sir.

Oh, how’d those biscuits turn out?

Poorly, I’m afraid.

Received the recipe this morning from my brother.

Of course, we needed our dearly departed baking powder.

Ah, I see.

Well, you’ll have to give it another go once

Joe Ferris restocks.

Oh, your brother’s expecting, is he?

Ah, yes.

His wife Anna’s expecting their first born any day now,

sooner than anticipated.

Or perhaps I’ve just lost track of time out here.

He’s hoping for a girl,

but they’ve yet to choose a name.

And do you plan on visiting your daughter soon?

Why do you ask?

Mentions it here.

Your brother inquires when you’ll be back

to visit Baby Lee.

Right.

He did, didn’t he?

I’m looking into that when I can visit New York.

But it’s tough to leave when there’s so much work yet to do.

Quite right, Sir.

A lot work to do for both of us.

But we can’t lose sight of why

we came out here in the first place.

My apologies, Mister Roosevelt,

but I have a lot of contracts to tend to.

Of course.

Good luck, Arthur.

ARTHUR: Oh, Mister Roosevelt?

[DOOR OPENS, SHUTS]

MEDORA: A quick jaunt there and back and home before dark.

Deadwood is not a town you want to dally.

Trust me.

I don’t mind the trip.

It’s just, wouldn’t it be best if you sent someone

with a little more experience?

I mean, running a hotel is one thing, but contracts and trade

and such, I don’t even know where to begin-

MEDORA: I’m not asking you to write the contracts

or even understand them.

I am asking you to make sure they sign them,

regardless of whether or not they agree.

Consider it an exercise in negotiation,

in persuasion.

But, Medora, I don’t-

Rosie, do you think

I’m spending all this time an effort on you

so you can run some tourist hotel?

Well, I-

This place has its charm, but it’s one small

thread in the grand tapestry of my enterprises.

So I need you to learn now,

and I need you to learn fast.

And whatever happens, don’t ever forget,

we are bigger than this place.

You are bigger than this place.

Or at least, I’ll make sure you are soon enough.

A lady shouldn’t travel alone.

Surely, I should have someone to protect me,

shouldn’t I?

Smart girl.

I’m having Paddock escort-

ROSIE: No.

I’m sorry, perhaps someone I’m a little more

comfortable with?

You have a person in mind?

Well, I was thinking

maybe Wilmot Dow?

The woodsman?

He’s Roosevelt’s man, is he not?

Yes.

He’s very dependable.

I trust you’ll choose wisely.

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ROSIE: Think they’ll be missin’ you today?

Well, Mister Roosevelt, he was cordial enough, but

will the ranch fall apart in my absence,

without a strong and steady hand to guide it?

Who can know such things?

Well, all the same, I appreciate the company.

How could I turn down a ride with such a pretty view?

Uh, Rosie,

I wanted to give you something.

Ah.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

DRIVER: Whoa.

ROSIE: Why are we stopping?

What’s goin’ on?

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[GUN COCKS]

[GASPING]

ROBBER: Up. Up.

Lift up the couch.

Lift it up, now!

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Just give him what he wants.

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- You alright? - Yeah.

No, no stay.

Please stay.

Alright.

I’m so sorry, Rosie.

I was meant to protect you, and, well,

I couldn’t of failed more than that.

Hey, hey, no.

Don’t talk like that, not even for an instant.

You did exactly what you needed to do.

You kept a level head, and you kept us both alive.

Hey, I’m the one who dragged you out here.

Maybe it’s best if you plan our outings from here on out.

That locket was really beautiful.

Thank you.

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MARQUIS: You do realize I insure our client’s cargo?

So every one of these incidents comes directly out of my pocket.

And I’m working on it.

Deadwood is sending a proper deputy to help nab this crook.

Finnegan.

I could’ve ended this with one shot.

Instead, you spared his life.

And you hired me because of it.

I hired you to right the ship.

Instead, it’s only sinking faster.

Then perhaps it’s time to print this after all?

WARD: Mister Packard?

Deputy Ward.

Been a while, Marquis.

Yes, I suppose it has.

WARD: Better part of a year

since that unfortunate business with Riley Luffsey.

What’s unfortunate

is when men let their passions spoil good business.

Fix this.

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[DOOR CLOSES]

Must be pretty bad if you sent for me.

It is, Ward.

I’ve done everything that I can think of,

changed shipment times, alternated routes.

We even removed the lockboxes from the stagecoaches because we

can’t be trusted with people’s valuables,

not to mention their well-being.

Are you certain it’s Red?

He’s a pestilent runt, but I’ve never known him

to be the violent sort, much less a cold-blooded killer.

What I do know is that he was waving cash all over

town the night of the robbery.

Well, that is quite the pest but a reliable one.

So we’ll send out another coach as a decoy and see if he bites.

What do you need?

A posse you can trust.

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Thank you.

I’m relieved to see you back in one piece.

Well, that was my first stickup, and I would not mind

it being my last.

It’s easy to forget, between changing linens and

serving breakfast to businessmen that this place

still has its wild side.

It won’t forever.

But that criminal still runs free because your woodsman

failed to act and failed to protect our contracts.

Hard to imagine Paddock letting that happen.

He, a, I asked him not to.

Perhaps he’s not as dependable as you thought.

I should get back to work.

Rosie...

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we must be careful in whom we place our trust.

Our lives often depend upon it.

That’s all.

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She looks just like her mother.

Yes.

Like a tiny reflection.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Now, you tell me you got that yellow son of a gun.

We will with your help.

Deputy Ward is gonna assist us in setting a trap.

DOW: Well, then, what are we waiting’ for?

Let’s go, Sir.

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ARTHUR: You could bring her here, you know?

Your daughter, I mean,

instead of traveling all the way back east.

Well, I’m not sure an infant would find stagecoach

robberies as appealing.

Plus, with all the work to be done,

that wouldn’t be fair to her, not yet at least.

You once told me we have to make an honest stand

if we want this place to change.

And that means bringing families out here,

making this a town worth living in.

I’d leave her in New York if I were you,

Mister Roosevelt.

It’s too hard to protect the people you care about just now.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

DRIVER: Whoa.

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SEWALL: Everyone hold your fire!

ROOSEVELT: Bill?

What are you doing here?

There’s been an incident back at the cabin.

You might want to see it for yourself, Mister Roosevelt.

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Got the silverware too.

Whole place has been picked-through good.

Baby Lee.

SEWALL: Well, it ain’t much of a silver lining, but

at least your contracts with the Marquis are still here.

They didn’t take the contracts?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Hi.

DOW: Rosie!

What are you doing here? - Well, I was-

Don’t worry, Rosie.

We’re gonna get the guys who did this.

Well, actually, that’s why I’m here.

Guess who’s down at Bob Roberts’ place just now,

flush with cash, drinking whiskey like

there’s not a care in the world?

Finnegan.

DOW: I’ll ride ahead and fetch the deputy.

Mister Roosevelt,

I’ve only just now figured out who the killer is.

If you’ll allow me a moment, I think I can explain.

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Another round, if you please?

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WARD: Evening, Red.

Well, now.

Evenin’, Deputy.

What are you drinking?

Bob, get this man a drink.

You hold that drink, Bob.

Red, you’ll be coming with us, now.

You’re under arrest.

For what?

For killing a man in cold blood.

FINNEGAN: Killin’?

I’ve never killed a soul in my life!

What are you talkin’ about deputy?

Are you sayin’ you never robbed those stagecoaches?

Are you crazy?

Only a fool courtin’ death would try that!

You might as well come clean, Red.

We’re taking you in one way or the other.

I ain’t admittin’ to things I ain’t done!

[GRUNTING]

FINNEGAN: Get offa me!

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Well, now, I might’ve helped myself to a few things.

WARD: As I said, we’re taking you in one way or the other.

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Hold up there, Deputy.

Things aren’t quite as they appear.

Now, Red, obviously,

you’ve always been our number one suspect.

Why wouldn’t you be?

You’re a professional thief.

Right after the robberies,

you came into this very bar with a wad of cash,

buying everybody drinks.

I’m a friendly guy.

ARTHUR: Sure you are,

but you got to admit, it’s mighty suspicious

being that flush with cash right after the robberies.

I earned that money fair and square.

ARTHUR: Stealing goods and selling stolen property.

Now, the one thing I couldn’t figure out

was why would you steal the contracts of Marquis.

That’s worthless paper to a thief.

I never stole no contracts from no one.

ARTHUR: No, you didn’t.

Because the person that did...

did so because he has a grudge with the Marquis.

Isn’t that right,

Maunders?

What are you talking about?

You took those contracts right after you stole the money.

Those contracts are of no value to you.

That’s not the actions of a thief.

That’s sabotage.

That’s personal.

See, a man like Finnegan,

given the chance he would empty the pockets of

every single man in this room

except his own, so I had to think.

How would a thief stay two steps ahead?

By picking his own pockets,

knowing his boss will refill them.

And those lockboxes on the stagecoach,

well, that was your idea, wasn’t it?

Yet somehow the bandit always knew exactly where they were.

WARD: Arthur, you sure about this?

ARTHUR: We were too focused on Finnegan because

we wanted it to be Finnegan.

But Maunders here, well, he’s been flush with cash as well.

Heck, just the other day, I saw him

pay off his entire debt to Joe Ferris.

You have no idea what you’re talkin’ about, Packard!

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The way I see it,

you had a pretty good racket goin,’ Maunders.

You were bleeding the Marquis books on one end

and stealing from the tourists in the other.

Until you got sloppy with your stagecoach robberies,

killed a man, and got fired from the job.

WARD: That’s making a lot of sense, men.

You ain’t got a lick of proof.

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’Fraid I’d intended this for someone else.

You’re under arrest Maunders, for robbery and murder.

[DOOR BURSTS OPEN]

Did you catch the thief?!

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Deputy!!

[GUNSHOTS]

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I owe you, Sir.

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Well done, deputy.

Justice is served.

Now, what to do with Mr. Finnegan?

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MARQUIS: Congratulations, Packard,

excellent work.

Thank you, Sir.

I’m afraid, however, that I must scale back

the stagecoach company.

I’ve had some unforeseen circumstances with some

investments and must prioritize

other ventures for a time.

So it’s done, then?

Scaling back, I said.

I remain confident in its potential, but

the expansion will have to wait.

I’ll keep a single line to the Black Hills

under your management.

I won’t just hand you the building

for such meager effort but perhaps in time.

I’ll manage it for now.

Tres bien.

You know,

in light of recent events,

I think my expertise might lie elsewhere.

And where is that?

Law enforcement.

Law must come to Medora some day, mustn’t it?

Some day.

But not today.

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Well, I’ll be.

ARTHUR: Mister Roosevelt?

My brother, Elliott, got his wish,

a beautiful baby girl.

That’s wonderful, sir

I thought I’d let you know.

I sent word back to New York.

I’ll be returning in the winter,

just after the round up to

spend Christmas with my daughter.

That’s a fine plan, a fine plan indeed, Mister Roosevelt.

Oh, what was the name?

Your niece, did they decide upon a name?

They did.

Eleanor.

Eleanor.

Eleanor Roosevelt.

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