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( engine rumbling )

( engine continues )

( blowing whistle )

( screaming )

( metal crashing )

( indistinct
radio transmission )

WOODS:
A lot of lucky people
on this beach.

One fatality-- the pilot.

EPA had some environmental
concerns with the fuel spill.

Now we're waiting on NTSB.

Yes, so we can't touch
a thing till they get here.

And I can't touch the body.

CAINE:
A lot of people

are going to want to look
at this one, Alexx.

Poor guy's going
to have to wait.

This poor guy

has covered up his
registration numbers.

SALAS:
I guess he didn't
want to be recognized

by Coast Guard or FAA.

Question is...

what was he hiding?

You find something?

That looks like a drain
with the valve been blown off.

Could've been sheared off
on the beach.

No, I think
this one

has been helped along.

You mean sabotage.

Nope.

I mean murder.

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( indistinct
radio transmission )

( camera clicking )

( indistinct
transmissions continue )

A lot of fish in
the water on this one.

NTSB just released him.

CAINE:
I need
a cause

of death as soon
as you know, Alexx.

You'll be the first.

It was set up to climb.

Auto-pilot was on.

Could've been pilot error.

Well, I guess
that's possible.

Took out the seats and replaced
them with these

fuel bladders.

I think we got
a cargo plane

designed for
long distance travel.

Long flight
over the ocean.

Pilot probably had
a Class Four rating.

He knew what
he was doing.

Traveling with
no identification.

What do you think
he was smuggling?

I don't know, but whatever
it was, 250 gallons of it

was flushed before
he crashed, right?

We need to take
this whole plane

back to our hangar
for a prelim, cargo included.

Well, not before
we go over it.

We might tell you
what brought it down.

( indistinct
radio transmissions )

CAINE:
Speed, what
have we got?

Uh, manganese, dioxide fused
with potassium hydroxide.

Creates potassium
permanganate.

It's primarily used

to disinfect
cocaine.

It makes
it totally pure.

Yes, the South American
drug trade is dying

to get their hands
on this stuff.

The DEA has
a restriction on it.

Makes 250 gallons
a pretty valuable cargo.

So our guy was on a delivery run
when he crashed.

( cell phone ringing )

Yeah?

SALAS:
Hey, I checked

the plane's registration
with the FAA.

Pilot's name is Adam Decker.
Rockwater address.

He co-owns the plane with a
business partner, Wes Gallagher.

Okay, did you get
the name of their business?

Yes, Dolson Treatment Labs.

I'll keep you posted.

Chemicals.

Okay, Rockwater,

here we come.

( plane passing overhead )

Mrs. Gallagher?

Yes.

Is your husband home?

He's in back.

Is there trouble?

No, I'd just like
to speak to him.

Right this way.

Thank you.

CAINE:
Fly away homes.

Suburbia on the runway.

Yeah, for
the new commuter.

MRS. GALLAGHER:
Fly into Orlando
for a meeting,

home for dinner.

Where do we go, ma'am?

GALLAGHER:
I worked on that plane

to keep it in the air,
not bury it on Miami Beach.

SPEEDLE:
So he trusted you
to maintain it?

We were partners.
I hope so.

You and Adam
went to Yale together.

He pushed test tubes
around for a few years.

They gave him a degree
in chemical engineering.

And you got one
for mechanical engineering.

That's right.

Together you created
Dolson Treatment Labs.

Quite a success story
I understand.

SPEEDLE:
You spilled
something

on your boot.

It's probably just fuel.

Actually, it's potassium
permanganate.

Which is what

you and Adam
were smuggling, right?

No, that's not true.

Speed, let's take
a look at his hands.

All right?

Why?

To eliminate you
as a suspect.

What is this thing?

SPEEDLE:
Ah, it's just

a little toy we have
to sniff out residue.

Like what?

Like RDX,
which is an explosive

that we found
on the fuselage as well.

SPEEDLE:
So what'd you do?

You, uh, sabotaged the valves
with explosives?

When the chemicals blew
out during the flight...

...it affected the,
uh, center of gravity.

The tail goes down,

the nose goes up.

It stalls,

and then crashes.

Right, Wes?

I didn't intend to kill him.

I just didn't
want him to make

the run
to South America.

I told him there have to be

other ways to raise the money.

Raise money for what?

( sighs )

We were working
on a new plane together.

( cell phone ringing )
State of
the art design.

He was
a good pilot.

He should've been able
to make a soft landing.

I didn't want him to get
arrested for smuggling.

I was trying to protect him.

I guess you didn't
try hard enough, did you?

That was Alexx.

Adam Decker died

of carbon
monoxide poisoning.

CAINE:
So Adam died

before the crash.

Wes's sabotage
didn't kill him.

You just got lucky, Wes.

DELKO:
So, Adam Decker
suffocated

on the plane's
combustion.

Yeah, Alexx said
respiratory arrest.

Carbon monoxide starved his body
of oxygen.

CO poisoning usually
turns the skin red.

Why not our guy?

He was anemic.

Low hemoglobin.

No redness.

Got a scrape here.

Yeah, you're going
to have a few scrapes.

It was a plane crash.

Huh. Well, thanks
for the update,

but, uh, this is not
from hitting the beach.

Well, NTSB brought
it in on a flatbed.

It's not like they
put it in bubble wrap.

Yeah, I realize that, too.

Someone keyed this.

Okay, I see that,
but why would somebody do that?

At these airparks,

these planes are
like sports cars--

people's pride and joy.

You key one of these things,
you're sending a message.

WENDY:
My husband flew that plane
yesterday afternoon.

It was fine.

DELKO:
Okay, well, um, can
you think of anyone

who had a grudge
against your husband?

He worked with all kinds
of people in his business.

We were thinking someone
a little closer to home.

He didn't care for Jeff Latham
very much.

Who's he?

Neighbor.

Jeff never shared
the same enthusiasm

for flying that my husband did.

Jeff lives in an airpark,
and he doesn't like flying?

His wife, Heddy's the flyer.

He golfs.

My husband would run
engine tests late at night.

Jeff would show his appreciation
by rolling our trash barrels

into the street
the next morning.

Stupid stuff.

And then it got serious.

How serious?

Jeff took a swing at Adam

over by the airstrip--

for buzzing over his house.

The more Adam laughed about it,
the angrier Jeff got.

Guess it's settled now,
isn't it?

Oh, yeah,
we had our differences.

No question.

Despite what he thinks,

there are rules

to follow in airparks.

Airparks and
everywhere else.

What did you do now?

Nothing. Let me
handle this.

You know, last week,

he did throw some garden tools
on the runway.

Can you arrest
him for that?

Don't you have some propellers
to polish or something?

Look, whatever it was this time,

trust me--
Adam Decker had it coming.

You mean, like dying
in a plane crash?

DELKO:
This morning

on Miami Beach.

You don't think I had something
to do with that?

You two have a history.

Yeah, but that doesn't mean
I went out...

We have evidence
that proves

his plane was vandalized
prior to the crash.

Scraped with a car key.

Care to show us your
set for comparison?

No. Because I'll tell you
right now.

Okay, I did take a swipe
at his plane,

because the man was smug,
and he was pompous and reckless.

I got to say, guys, I hated him.

Enough to poison him
with carbon monoxide?

This was just
a neighborhood dispute.

It was nothing.

CAINE:
Well, I'll
tell you, Jeff...

it's something now.

MALE ON RADIO:
Dispatch be advised,

the victim is a valet
at the Wayfarer Grill.

So, his boss said
he just came back

from, uh,
parking a car.

He rHean back and
just fell out.

Young guy.

Gone too soon, sugar.

No visible trauma.

( grunts )

But it wouldn't be
the first time

paramedics missed
an entry wound.

You need some help?

Nah.

I could undress a dead man
in my sleep.

Leaving that one alone.

( chuckles )

( explosion )

( coughs )

Alexx!

It's okay!

( coughing )

You okay?

Yeah.

Want me to call Rescue?

I'm fine.

Exploding jacket?

( chuckles )

Got us another crime scene.

Smells like lead.

That's part of a keypad.

Could be homemade.

Somebody was trying
to kill this boy,

they were about half an hour
too late.

Not too late
to almost take you out.

You okay? You sure?

We're not done
with our prelim, guys.

Oh, we're just looking.

So, how do you think

the carbon monoxide got
into the cockpit?

Well, the weakest part
of any exhaust system

is where the pipe is welded
to the muffler.

This one's cracked.

That could have cracked
on impact.

Well, it could have.

But, uh,
that definitely didn't.

Oh, look it here!

Someone's drilled a hole
into the pipe.

Yeah, the carbon monoxide would
have filled the engine bay.

The engine bay is completely
sealed off

from the rest of the plane.

Not anymore.

Someone drilled a hole

through the firewall
into the cockpit.

DUQUESNE:
Hmm.

Carbon monoxide--

you can't see it,
can't smell it.

Poor guy--
he didn't even have a chance.

( hissing )

DELKO:
You said the auto pilot
was engaged, right?

Plane flies itself
till it's told otherwise.

Why'd it
stop flying?
Could have flown

into a rain cloud,
wings could have iced up.

Ice changes the shape
of the wing

and disrupts the airflow.

That's ironic.

Who would have guessed

that ice could kill you
in Miami?

A good pilot could have regained
control before it hit the beach.

Yeah, but not a dead one.

Just so you know,

you can't take any
of this from the hangar.

This accident may have
been caused by an intentional

criminal act.

Can we just
borrow

just the smallest little piece?

Just the smallest?

( groaning )

I need a copy of everything
for the public docket.

You'll get it.

You know what?

I've got one more question.

Uh, was there any radio traffic
before the crash?

No Mayday.

Just a phone call.

( phone rings )

Do you know where it came from?

Neighbor back at the airpark.

Guy named, uh, Tony Macken.

He was monitoring

the airport frequency,
heard the pilot

on the radio,
got worried,

and called the FAA.

Well, it looks like

we've got another suspect.

Thank you very much.

DUQUESNE:
Mr. Macken,
NTSB said

you heard Adam
Decker's radio call

before the
plane crashed.

Yeah, I tried to call him back,
but he didn't respond.

DELKO:
You monitor
the airport

frequency?

Yeah, I got, like,

an inner ear imbalance.

And they say
I can't fly anymore,

so I'm like the resident
control tower now.

You, uh, remember
what Decker said?

Something about making
an unscheduled stop.

Advise. Will be diverting
to Miami.

Changing frequency to...

Miami Flight Services Station...

You know,
it wasn't what he said.

It was, like, how he said it.

Like, he couldn't
keep his eyes open.

Do you remember approximately
what time that was?

Yeah.

It was like 9:30.

You know, I called the FAA
right after I heard it.

Okay. Great.

Well, thank you for your time.

Yeah.

Something's not
right about that.

Yeah.

We need a timeline.

The FAA logged
Macken's call at 9:35.

Okay. And plane hit the beach
15 minutes later.

Is this chamber the same
area as the cockpit?

Yeah. Uh, the dummy in the seat.

The bladders in the rear.

So, we can figure out

how much C.O. was
pumped into the cabin?

Yeah. I'm using
the manufacturer's

recommended setting
to calculate the amount of C.O.

I added a color dye
for reference.

DELKO:
Now...

15 minutes after takeoff,
there was enough C.O.

in the cockpit
to put the pilot into a coma.

So, at that rate of flow,
how much longer did he have?

( alarm blares )

Five minutes, max.

Wendy said he took off at 9:00,

so he would have been dead
at 9:20.

But Macken said
he heard Decker's voice

over the radio for sure
after 9:30.

Macken is lying.

I'm going to call Horatio.

I screwed up the time.
So what?

Why did you wait 20 minutes
to call the FAA?

I was busy.

What's her name, Tony?

What are you talking about?

The woman you were with--

what's her name?

Wendy Decker.

The victim's wife.

Interesting.

Yeah.

So, the husbands fly away

and leave the wives behind
for old Tony.

Hey, they knock on my door.

I don't knock on their doors.

You-You know what I'm saying?

CAINE:
So, Wendy visited,

and you were
monitoring

her husband, Adam,

on the radio.

We always left the radio on,
in case Adam turned around.

You know,
we didn't want any surprises.

Except this time, you know,

Wendy-- she asked me
to turn the radio off.

Wendy told you
to turn the radio off,

after she heard
her husband's voice?

Yeah.

You know what?

Let's go visit

the grieving widow.

CAINE:
You have, uh, you have quite
the little cul-de-sac

going here, don't you, Wendy?

So, Wendy,
you were in bed with Tony

when Adam called
on the radio,

and you instructed Tony

to shut it off, right?

I was embarrassed.

Not enough
to stop what you were doing.

ADAM ( on radio ):
November 4-7-9.

4-7-Papa.

Advise...
will be diverting to Miami.

It's Adam. Turn it off.

Changing frequency...

Do you have any idea
how guilty I feel about this?

Guilty that you
and your boyfriend
killed your husband?

Tony's not my boyfriend.

Frankly, it was a way
to get back at Adam

for cheating on me.

Wendy, that's called motive.

Only if I killed him,
and I didn't.

Who was your husband seeing?

I don't know.

Something tipped you off,
didn't it?

What was it?

WENDY:
He didn't think
I'd find it.

It reeked of perfume

and it wasn't
my bedding pattern.

There was writing all over it.

One of Adam's stupid
math formulas.

I knew it must have
been important to him,

so I washed it

and put it back.

I was waiting for
him to find it.

My way of saying, "Screw you.

I know what you've
been doing."

Excuse me.

This is a very unusual
sound system.

Adam designed it.

He was always tinkering
with things.

Right. I notice that, um,

I notice that this speaker

is different
than the other one.

And here's why.

Mrs. Decker,

this... is a camera.

A camera?

Someone broke into our home?

Not necessarily.

Is this tiny thing
really a camera?

Yeah, it's a
good one, too.

Needs almost no light.

It's got high resolution.

Wide field of view.

The camera's
not hooked up

to the VCR.

It's transmitting
outside of the house.

And, uh,
2.4 gigahertz transmitter.

Broadcasts in any direction
up to 200 feet.

Someone at the airpark

was definitely spying
on our dead guy.

WENDY:
It had to be Wes.

DUQUESNE:
Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.

I didn't realize
you were there.

It's okay.

You said Wes.

You mean
Adam's business partner?

Yeah.

Last block party,
Wes had a little too much,

accused Adam of sleeping
with his wife, Cindy.

He was probably
trying to prove it.

Look, someone
was sleeping with my wife.

She was walking around

humming and smiling
every weekend.

It wasn't because of me.

I was in Tampa
all week working.

And you suspected
your business partner.

I suspected every
guy in the airpark,

including Adam.

So you planted a camera
to prove it.

They-they had a camera, too?

"Too"?

Yeah, I, uh,

I found a camera in
the smoke detector

in our bedroom last week

when I went to
change the battery.

Figured the last
owners put it in

to spice things up.

Two cameras,
two different houses.

Why stop at two?

DUQUESNE:
Mrs. Latham,
I'm Calleigh Duquesne.

I'm with Miami-Dade
Police Department.

This is my partner,
Eric Delko.

Mm, let me guess.
You guys here to see Jeff again?

Actually,
we have reason to believe

there's a camera
hidden in your home.

Is this some sort
of practical joke

my neighbors set you
up to, or....?

What's with the stuff?

Well, this is a SpyFinder.

It'll help us detect any
hidden surveillance equipment.

With your permission,
we'd like to scan your home.

It'll just take a second.

All right.

( scanner beeps rhythmically)

HEDDY:
I don't understand.

I mean, wouldn't I be able
to see a camera?

You'd be surprised where
a covert camera can hide.

This scanner will see
any camera that sees it.

( rhythmic beeping continues)

( beeping increases )

Clock radio.

Oh, my God.

That's aimed at m...

Your bed.

I checked all three cameras,

the transmitters that go
with them and the wiring.

There's not one
single fingerprint

or anything we can use.

I'm not surprised.

Are you having any luck?

I think so.

We know
where all of the cameras are.

And we know
that they all transmit

a max of 200 feet
in any direction.

The receiver
has to be in the overlap.

Found an antenna and
a receiver up here.

Wire tracer?

Yeah.

This energizer sends
a constant signal down the wire.

And this tracer

tracks that signal.

( tracer clicking )

Well, ten bucks says

it's the business
partner, Wes Gallagher.

Oh, you're on.

I'll take Macken, resident stud.

All right, you're on.

( clicking rapidly )

Ten bucks, please.

At least it buys us
a warrant.

Hey.

Hey.

Figured you'd take a sick day.

Well, a little excitement

doesn't mean life
stops, or death.

Our valet, died of
a brain aneurysm.

Rupture in the middle
cerebral artery.

What'd you get?

Explosive was lead picrate.

Can basically
buy the ingredients

in any home improvement store.

It's real sensitive
to shock, heat, friction.

It was in this thing.

Is that a cell phone?

It's a Carto.

Someone rigged our
valet's cell phone?

Well, I don't think it was his,

'cause it costs more than
he probably makes in two weeks.

He stole it.

So can you trace the phone--
GPS, something like that?

GPS is gone,
but we don't need it.

Take a look at that.

Looks like a serial number.

I'm going to have Homicide
try to track down the owner.

I got to finish up

some of that work
on the plane crash

but, uh, if they find anything,
I'll page you.

Thanks, Timmy.

Hey, hey, hey,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

A warrant? For what?

I couldn't have been here
last night

to sabotage a plane 'cause,
you know, I got witnesses

that say that they saw me
at my son's birthday party

down in South Beach.

CAINE:
Tony, you've been
placing video cameras

in your neighbors' bedrooms.

Hey.

I don't nothing about no
hidden video cameras, all right?

I told you.

H.

Yeah.

Very nice, Tony.

Motion activated.

Now, Tony,

do I need to take a look
at those videotapes

to know what's on them?

Look, it's...

it's no harm, no foul,
all right.

You know,
I mean, I just...

...I like to watch, you know,
and, uh...

We're all guys here, right?

There's no harm done.

Not when one of the people
on the tapes gets murdered.

There are five more cases
just like this.

CAINE:
How long
you been selling porn, Tony?

Hey, that's
not illegal.

It is if your stars
don't know they're on camera.

Are these yours?

Yeah.

The three-quarter inch bit
is missing.

So, what?

That is the size of the hole

that brought Adam's plane down.

Where's the bit?

Oh, man,
I loaned that to Jeff Latham.

That's the guy
that keyed Adam Decker's plane.

Let's go talk to Jeff again.

Yeah, I borrowed the drill bit.

I didn't have
a three-quarter inch.

CAINE:
But you knew
that the hole

that brought
Adam's plane down

needed to be just
that big though, didn't it?

I already told you, I don't
know anything about planes.

I wouldn't know where to drill.

Excuse me.
Yes?

It's a definite match.

Oh, good. Would you explain
to Mr. Latham what that means?

Mr. Latham,
the drill bit you borrowed

makes a very distinctive hole.

This is the hole
from Adam Decker's plane.

This is the test hole
that we made.

They were both made
with the same bit,

and it's one
that we found at your house.

That means that
that drill bit right there

is responsible
for your neighbor's murder.

We spoke with Wendy
and she said her husband

flew the plane late yesterday,
no problems.

So whoever did it,
did it last night.

Show me someone
who saw me sabotage that plane.

Are you aware
that we've arrested Tony Macken

for videotaping people's
bedrooms in your community,

including your bedroom?

Word gets around, yeah.

So then, you won't mind

if I take a look at the tape
from last night

that includes you in the room?

As a matter of fact, I do.

I'm sorry.

I was just being polite.

( clears throat )

You found my phone?

Have a seat.

Had lunch at the
Wayfarer Grill?

( sighs )

Shark steak.

Sounds delicious.

A valet attendant
stole your phone from your car.

I was thinking
someone from the gym stole it.

So, where is it?

Man!

Probably doesn't look the same.

( sighs )

No warranty.

That sucks.

You do realize

that you blew up
your own cell phone

by putting explosives in it.

RITCHIE:
In the phone's
battery compartment.

So, what are you, crazy?

RITCHIE:
Hey, look, some guys

like to keep alcohol
in their car,

video games.

I like to go to the Everglades,

blow things up.

It's a sport.

It's a sport?

It's fun.

It's like fireworks.

It doesn't hurt anybody.

Where's the harm?

It's not like
I'm a terrorist or anything.

Well, you're looking
at three years minimum.

I bought all the ingredients
legally.

That doesn't
matter.

Possessing

or manufacturing
an explosive device is a felony.

This is all
'cause some guy ripped me off?

That guy died
of unrelated causes,

but your bomb almost killed
our medical examiner.

No. This-this isn't fair.

WOODS:
Want to talk about fair?

Who are they?

My kids.

They almost lost their mother

because you like
to blow things up.

So tell me...

is that fair?

So, I should call a lawyer?

Ri-Ri-Ri-Right?

Reality TV.

Can I watch?

Uh, yeah, have a seat.

Tell me when I
have to look away.

That's the thing.

You never have to.

What are you telling me?

I'm telling you

Jeff Latham should probably
see a doctor

about the little blue pill.

Oh.

That explains

why he didn't want us
to watch the tape.

That's it.

It stays like that
until morning.

So, if Jeff Latham

left the room last night
to sabotage the plane,

we'll never know.

The dead guy's widow said

there's some kind of drawing
on this pillowcase.

But I tested it.

It's not ink.
It's vegetable oil.

Then when our girl washed
it, the pigment rinsed away,

but oil is heavier
than water,

so the oil stayed
embedded in the fibers.

Right. It means
it's there. We
just can't see it.

Ninhydrin spray.

Care to do the honors?

( whirring )

What is it?

A rudimentary schematic.

There's some
lettering.

Oh, it's an equation
for a chemical reaction.

Huh.

I was kind of
expecting it to
be a love note.

At least a

heart with initials.

What?

It's a pillowcase.

Yeah, it's probably

just the handiest thing
to write on.

It's an equation
for a fuel cell.

Holy grail
of aviation.

Cheap power,

no emissions.

It's part of the plan--
that, uh,

that new plane
Decker was working on?

Correct. Have we determined
what was used

to write on the pillowcase?

It's an oil-based cosmetic.

Based on the
fine lines,

I guess an
eyeliner.

So, we are looking

for a woman.

I scanned video feeds
from every bedroom.

Nothing close.

And then I found this one.

Jeff and Heddy's bedroom.

One good thing
about these

pinhole cameras is

that they hold focus well

from very far to very close.

Can we clean that up?

Yeah.

Let's magnify that, Eric.

Same pattern
as the one the wife found.

It looks like a match to me.

It wasn't an affair.

Pilots call it something else?

Adam and I were in love.

The only reason
that he cut it off was

'cause he was afraid

that his wife was going
to find out.

And she did find out.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking
about your invention.

A new fuel source
for airplanes.

( laughs )

That was one
of Adam's crazy ideas.

That's not true.

This is your idea.

Why don't you show me?

I was thinking...

You have quite an impressive
academic record, Mrs. Latham.

Detective Salas ran you.

Master's degree from MIT.

Two years with one
of the biggest

chemical companies
in the world.

And a commercial
pilot's rating.

It's no wonder
you shared your idea with Adam.

You're kindred spirits.

CAINE:
Until he registered

the patent in Washington

behind your back.

Really? I didn't know.

That's not true, either.

There are no secrets
in your neighborhood.

He took your idea, Heddy,
and then you took his life.

You can't prove that.

A word to the wise.

This is where
you deny the allegation.

( laughs )

Am I under arrest?

Um... not yet.

When you tested
the drill bit,

did you wear
safety goggles?

I did.

The insulation went everywhere.

( whirring )

Which means,
she had to, as well, right?

Yeah.

I didn't find any
with Jeff's drill.

Okay. Here's what we do.

Go back to the Decker hangar

where the holes
were drilled.

( shutter clicking )

Speed?

Well, so far,

we have the, uh, fibers
from the goggles

matching the fibers
from the fire insulation wall.

CAINE:
So, she sneaked in

in the middle of the night.

Picked up Adam's goggles
and put them on.

( whirring )

The mistake she made
was leaving them behind.

Epithelials?

Got two subjects. Um...

The first is the goggles,
but it's a no-brainer.

They're his goggles.

The second one didn't come up
on CODIS,

but the DNA's female.

So, we get a sample off her,
she's ours.

Where's your wife, Jeff?

I thought you were done with us?
Where is she?

( engine sputtering )

( car engine humming )

Let's go, Heddy.

Come on, Heddy.

( plane engine slowing )

What's going on?

Right down on the ground,
right here.

I'm going to have to ask you
to lie facedown on the ground.

( sirens approaching )

Well, Heddy, almost.

Almost.

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