03x02 - Patriots

[bunniefuu]

One popular day trip

is to start at the Lincoln Memorial,

then head east
along the Reflection Pools

to the Vietnam Veterans Memorial.

We were looking
for something more upbeat.

Are the Nationals playing today?

Ah. They're on the road.

Well, how about a visit
to the Smithsonian?

There is a lovely dim sum
restaurant nearby

in Chinatown that
all of our guests rave about.

Have you ever had xiao long bao?

- They got a tiki bar?
- Let me check.

I told you we should
have just gone to Vegas.

I mean, is Chinatown even safe?

[GUESTS SCREAMING]

[INTENSE MUSIC]

♪

Hey, we've got
a hunter-jumper coming in today

from Kentucky. Look at this beauty.

Tali?

I have a geometry test today.

Are the answers on your phone?

Oh, somebody missed the bus.

Dad, nobody rides the bus
to high school.

Daniel's driving me.

Daniel, the skateboard kid?

Yeah, he got
his junior license last week.

- I told her I'd drop her.
- Dad, it's fine.

- [CAR HORN HONKS]
- That's him.

You didn't even eat your breakfast.

Cereal's a calorie b*mb.

Bunch of carbs and sugars and GMOs.

I gotta go. Bye.

Okay.

[SENTIMENTAL MUSIC]

♪

She's been eating the same breakfast

since she was three years old.

She's growing up, Jess.

Get ready for hormones
'cause here they come.

Ah, it can't be that bad.

That's what my parents thought.

What's with the rug?

I got it for the dining room.

We never had a rug in the dining room.

I know.

[PHONE CHIMES]

Triple homicide in Washington.

Okay, first order of business,
a quick update.

Hana's sister is moving to Connecticut

to be with their mother,

so we should have her back
in the next few weeks.

Crosby is home with his family,
and his doctors are optimistic,

but he's got a long road ahead of him.

I'm sure he'd like hearing
from you if you get a chance.

I sent him flowers yesterday.

And I sent him
a whole brisket from Texas.

That should last him a day.

Sounds good.

Meanwhile, Isobel expedited my request,

so Kristin is officially on the team.

You find a place to stay?

Yeah, an Airbnb on Houston
my daughter found.

- It's How-ston.
- Oh.

It's a weird New York
pronunciation thing.

Any questions or concerns,
just ask me or them.

We work as a team here.

- I appreciate it.
- Okay. So what do we got?

This was : this morning

at the Potomac House Hotel in D.C.

The woman is Callie Martin,
age , the hotel concierge.

Guy in the suit is Phillip Harris,

off-duty park policeman
working hotel security.

The third victim was a hotel
guest caught in the crossfire.

Park policeman is a federal officer.

That's why they called us.

sh**t's a white male in his s, ' ",

, give or take.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Callie was clearly the target.

He made a beeline directly
for the concierge desk.

- Like he'd been there before.
- Cool, calm, and collected.

Very professional. Maybe a g*n for hire?

I asked Metro PD to pull
traffic cams and street video.

Maybe we'll get lucky,
catch some plates.

Somebody wanted this young woman dead.

I'm guessing it was somebody she knew.

When we get to D.C.,

Ortiz and I will check out the hotel.

You and Barnes
can cover Callie's family.

That sounds good.

Hana's with her mom,
and Crosby's at home.

Starting to feel like the party
where you don't know anybody.

Miss Miami takes point on her first day?

Boss didn't even flinch.

Different vibe for sure.

Callie came to work for us two years ago

after she graduated from Maryland.

She grew up in D.C.,

so she was the perfect fit
for the concierge desk.

Phillip has been moonlighting
here for five years.

He has a wife, two kids.

I'm sorry. This is just so awful.

It's all right. It's okay.

Were there any issues with Callie

and your other staff,
a former employee maybe?

No, she had a good word for everybody.

If it was your birthday,
she'd bring doughnuts.

Run-ins or complaints
from any hotel guests recently?

No, not really.
Callie was bright and pretty.

I know there were hotel guests
who hit on her

from time to time,

but she would pass it off with a smile.

This man targeted her, okay?

What does your gut say?

I can't make sense of it.

All I can tell you
is that the last week or so,

she didn't seem
like her normal, cheerful self.

Something wasn't right with her.

We're very sorry
for your loss, Mr. Martin.

Who would do this to her?

It's too early to say.

Yeah, I know the drill.
I'm years on the job.

D.C. Metro Police.
At least I was till this.

Was that a line of duty injury?

- January th.
- The Capitol Insurrection.

Tore my ACL during the att*ck.

Needed surgery.

That's when Callie
moved in here, helped me out.

Thanks for your service.
That was a rough day.

It was.

I'm on medical leave now.

Hopefully I can get back to patrol.

Well, it seems as if your daughter

may have been targeted.

She have any romantic issues
or money problems?

She had a good job, no rent
since she moved in here.

Boys, we didn't talk about.

Concierge from the hotel?

One problem solved.

Yo, you think

Chester gonna green light
that Richmond deal now?

I don't see why not.

- Mm-hmm. Oh, no.
- [SIREN WAILS]

Where the hell he come from?

How fast were you going, moron?

Not a click over , man.

- Stash the beers.
- Okay, okay.

Easy. Easy movements, brother.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Nice and chill. You ain't been drinking.

Relax, Travis. Truck's clean.

Unless he sees
what I tossed out the window.

- How's it going, boys?
- Damn, Eddie.

You freaked the living crap
out of us, man.

Cole Baker's got the only black F

in the county rocking
stars and bars tag frame.

Thought I'd say howdy.

- How you doing, man?
- How you doing, Travis?

All good, man.

Hey, I heard you're a daddy again.

- July the th.
- Is that right?

Her name is Jamie.
You want to see a picture?

Uh, actually, man,
we're kind of in a hurry.

Congrats, Eddie.
Sound our regards to Caroline.

- I will, I will.
- Okay.

Hey, Travis, you take care
of that court thing?

Working on it.

- All right.
- All right.

I'll get it done.

♪

Any news from Metro Homicide?

We found a fingerprint
at the hotel that may

or may not be the sh**t.
It's not in the system.

They do a trash canvass for the g*n?

All the receptacles
on his way into the subway

- came up empty.
- [COMPUTER CHIMES]

Okay, just got the data points

from the Transit Authority.

There were Smart Trip passes used

right after our sh**t
entered the station.

purchased with credit cards,
in cash.

Well, sh**t's familiar
with the hotel lobby.

If he stayed there, maybe
he used the same credit card.

One Visa pops on both lists.

Jolene Baker of Capon Bridge,
West Virginia.

She booked a room for three nights,

arriving January th this year.

I was in D.C. in January
to shop at the boutiques.

Choices in this neck
of the woods are flannel,

denim, or camo.

How about yesterday?

Uh, yesterday I never left the house.

Hey, Brady, turn the racket down.

Yes, ma'am.

The reason we're asking is

someone used a Smart Trip Pass
charged to your credit card.

At the Anacostia Metro station.

I've never heard of it.

Is that your husband?

That's my Cole.

Minus a few pounds.

- Where was he yesterday?
- At work.

Wait.

I just realized,

when I stayed at
the Potomac House in January,

I left my Smart Pass on the night stand

as a tip for the maid.

I mean, it could be anywhere by now.

All right. Thanks, Mrs. Baker.

Good luck.

Jolene Baker's husband doesn't fit

the physical profile of our sh**t.

We got into Callie's phone.

Texts, emails, search history.

Check this out.

She spent a ton of time
on the FBI website,

the Capitol v*olence tab in particular.

January th,
the day her father was injured.

What was she looking at specifically?

Fugitive pages.

Unsubs wanted for assaults
on police officers.

[PEOPLE SHOUTING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

It's easy to forget
what we all witnessed that day.

Or what we pretend never happened.

That's weird.

Most of Callie's activity
on that site came

during work hours at the hotel.

We need to go see
that hotel manager again.

You're right.

All those searches were done
while she was out front

at the concierge desk.

She was sorting through
our security scans.

When a guest checks in,
we require a scan

of a driver's license or a passport.

The ID scans she was sorting through,

were those guests here on January th?

January th through the th.

Seems to me like she was trying to match

the wanted photos on her cell phone

to the hotel guests
on the server, right?

Yeah.

Were there any phone calls
from her extension

to the FBI tip line?

Three.

Think she was playing detective?

Seeing if she could find
who hurt her father?

That would explain why she
was going through the photos

on the FBI website.

She probably realized
one of the fugitives stayed

at her hotel.

One of them realized what she was doing.

And they m*rder*d her for it.

♪

Bedbugs.

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

♪

Callie never used her name
on the tip line.

But we can unmask the calls
if we need to.

- Why'd you unmask her call?
- Her first tip was a home run.

That's an informant we need
to put a name to.

And who else would know her identity?

The bureau and Justice.

Unless there was a leak
on her end of things.

Thank you.

Was there any prior connection

between Callie
and the three men she ID'd?

None that I could see.

Bill Kominsky, an electrician
from Erie, Pennsylvania.

Rank and file Proud Boy.

Evan Graham, Proud Boys-adjacent,

also from Erie.

The big fish was Milton Krabbe,

highly influential in the
Three Percenters militia group.

We have him here in custody.

A lot of these guys are ex-m*llitary.

Krabbe served in Afghanistan
and the Ohio National Guard.

We trust these guys to keep us safe.

Now they want to start a civil w*r

and overthrow our government.

Trained to k*ll
and hiding in plain sight.

And doing what all insurgents
do after a setback...

Reconstitute, recruit, re-arm.

If one of those three
put a hit out on Callie,

Krabbe's the top of my list.

Jess LaCroix, Fugitive Task Force.

Well, Special Agent LaCroix,

clearly you're not here
because I'm a fugitive.

You were until three weeks ago.

Well, that was the result
of a misunderstanding,

which I'm assured by counsel
will be cleared up in short order.

State's case here is a pile of malarkey.

There's video of Mr. Krabbe
attacking a Capitol police officer.

Who was trying to violate
my First Amendment rights

to free speech and assembly.

[CLEARS THROAT]

You've now been implicated in a m*rder.

At the Capitol?

One of your fellow
Three Percenters sh*t the woman

who identified you.

And who might that fellow be?

Well, we're not gonna
jeopardize his or her family.

- Ah.
- Why'd they k*ll her?

To avenge your arrest
or to protect somebody else?

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

♪

Get out in front of this,

and we'll pass it on to Justice.

Snitch on my brothers?

No way.

Worst-case scenario,
my client gets pardoned

once the current
illegitimate administration

is ousted from power.

Y'all should get on
the right side of history.

We're in a battle
for the soul of our republic.

When you gonna wake up,

start defending your God-given
Constitutional rights?

Krabbe stonewalled us.

He's under the delusion that

he and his fellow
Three Percenters are heroes.

Apparently, his attorney
is a true believer too.

Jed Ferguson. I wasn't impressed.

He called it the State's case,

but Krabbe's facing federal charges.

So it's the government's case.

Well, that's what you'd say

if you knew your way
around a federal courthouse.

Jed Ferguson. Jed Ferguson.

Solo practitioner
in Winchester, Virginia.

Mm, Krabbe's from Ohio.

What's he doing fighting
serious federal charges

with a small-town Virginia lawyer?

Checking to see if Ferguson
has any other clients

with open criminal matters.

Okay, he filed a Notice of Appearance

for a man named Travis Baker
in an as*ault case.

Baker? As in Jolene Baker?

Travis is Jolene's brother-in-law.

She's married to his brother Cole.

Travis lives in
Frederick County, Virginia,

across the state line.

' ", .

He could definitely be our sh**t.

He's Marines,
Second Battalion, to .

That's the same company
as Milton Krabbe.

Did Travis stay at
the Potomac House in January?

Yep, he and his brother Cole checked in

to the room Jolene booked.

Travis Baker is our sh**t.

Let's rendezvous in Virginia,

and let's coordinate a raid
with Frederick County PD.

Morning, Chester.

How's it hanging?

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Nice work, Jolene, very nice.

Kept a couple for the big day.

When do we hit that damn traitor?

Soon.

We got three teams chomping
at the bit to go Richmond.

But like the man said,
stand back and stand by.

There was a motel at the last exit.

We need to get back.

Call Cole and say Chester was late.

I think he knows
what's going on with us.

No way. My brother's clueless.

What's in it for me?

We'll figure something out.

Get in.

Town's been talking.

We don't get the FBI here much.

Baker bought this land in ' ,

acres up hard against a rocky outcrop

we call Fossil Hill.

Only access is from State Road .

Okay.

So there's no other way
to bring backup in?

Vehicles, no.

You can bring manpower
on foot by the woods.

Any family in the house?

No, he's there by himself.

Baker has an open as*ault case here?

What's that about?

Neighbor completing
about loud explosions

near their property line.

Travis punched him in the face.

Sounds like he might be
testing some kind of IED.

Yeah, wouldn't surprise me.
One thing I know for sure is,

Baker has got a very short fuse.

♪

Travis.

Travis, feds in town. Get your ass up.

Travis!

[g*nsh*t]

Deputies were supposed to be
posted up on the road.

Barnes.

Officer down. Get the EMTs up here.

♪

Clear.

That was meant for us.

Travis left in a hurry

right after he smashed his cell phone.

Just enough time to rig a spring g*n.

With a printer.

He must have grabbed
his laptop on the way out.

Cole and Jolene Baker skipped out too.

Their RV's gone; Someone must
have tipped them off.

High-end machine like this
has to have memory.

Let's take a look
at the last few print jobs.

Callie Martin's DMV photo.

There's a phone number

and extension scribbled at the bottom.

[TOUCH TONES BEEPING]

[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]

Potomac House, concierge desk.

- How can I help you?
- Sorry, wrong number.

Somebody outed Callie to Travis.

Can we trace the source of the file

from the memory in the printer?

It's digital. I don't see why not.

Yeah, I'll work on it.

Where's the safety?

- Here.
- Good, yeah. Safety on.

Safety off.

It's always on unless you need to sh**t.

- Where's the mag release?
- [MAGAZINE RELEASE CLICKS]

[CHUCKLES]

It is happening or what?

- Damn right it's happening.
- When?

Could be next week. Could be next month.

We don't got till next month.

That bitch sold us out.

We need go to Richmond,
we gotta grab her up

from Capitol Square
and put her on trial.

Cole.

She stole the damn election.

That's treason.

The longer we wait,

the harder it's gonna be
to make this thing right.

Now that Krabbe's wrapped up,
it's up to Chester.

Chester.

Chester.

So we, uh, just sit here
in the woods and wait?

That's on you.

You got photo'd in D.C. with that flag.

And I had to go clean up your mess.

Oh, okay.

At least I did something
beside running my mouth.

- Hey, where's Dad going?
- Daddy needs a timeout.

So we're staying here for a month?

I don't know, kiddo.

But you're probably
gonna miss school for a while.

[LAUGHS]

That's okay.

They don't teach us anything real.

Check this out.

It's the data from Travis' printer.

I can pinpoint where the file
with Callie's info originated.

It was transmitted
by our NTOC in Clarksburg

three days before she was m*rder*d.

Somebody in the bureau got her k*lled.

Yep, one of us.

There's a fox in the henhouse.

I got this.

Take Barnes. She's good in a room.

There must be some mistake.

All I do is answer calls
and emails on the tip line.

Well, that's not all you do,
Specialist Kelly.

First, you sent this to Travis Baker.

And then Travis Baker did this.

♪

Now, you have a choice.

Lawyer up, and I promise
I'll bring the full weight

of the Justice Department down on you.

Or you could tell us how this happened,

get our recommendation for leniency,

maybe you don't spend
the next ten years in Hazelton.

I was working
the tip line last week,

and a call came in.

The woman gave the reference number

to one of the Capitol videos
on our website

and said that it was

Cole Baker from
Capon Bridge, West Virginia,

on the video.

So I got his wife on the phone, Jolene.

Why?

Those people were
supporting our president.

By assaulting cops and
destroying federal property?

Jolene said, "Yeah, her husband was

"in Washington that day,
and it would be a shame

if he got arrested
just for being there,"

so I... I told her
I wouldn't log in the tip.

That wasn't the end of it, was it?

Jolene rang me back that night.

She asked if I could find out
who made the call.

She said her husband was
with some important people,

and this woman was gonna
land them all in jail.

They wanted to ask her to stop.

So you unmasked the call for them.

I emailed her DMV photo
to Cole's brother.

I thought these people
were patriotic Americans.

I swear, I had no idea they could do

something like this.

- Nice work.
- Yeah, you too.

Look, Sheryll, I'm not here
to replace anybody.

Jess has a great team.
I just want to do my part.

Thanks for saying that.

It's gonna be t*rture
with Cole around / now.

And watching you load mags
makes it even harder.

I see what you mean.

What the hell?

I told you to stay
with Brady in the camper.

So you can put the moves on my wife?

Relax, Cole, it was nothing.

Nothing.

Is that right, Travis?

Nothing?

Get back to the camper before
you get hurt, little brother.

I'm so tired of you
telling me what to do.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Bro, you don't want to do that.

♪

Travis, no!

Jolene!

[PANICKED GRUNTING]

Oh, no. No!

Travis... Trav... Trav...

Who's it gonna be, Jolene?

Finish what you started.

[CHOKING]

God, no!

[CHOKING]

Ah!

♪

Mind your kid in the camper
while I get rid of the body.

Cole was right about one thing.

We're not waiting
for an invitation to Richmond.

It's time to get
the ball rolling right here.

Hey.

I love you.

Agents are scouring
every campground and state park

within a -mile radius.

No one's laid eyes on the Bakers' RV.

Or nobody's saying.

It's not just law enforcement
we can't trust.

This part of the country's blood red.

Red, blue, it shouldn't matter.

Four murders goes beyond politics.

Bureau wiretaps on the Three Percenters

are picking up a lot of nasty chatter

about the Virginia attorney general.

The one who certified
the state's election results?

Make sure they alert
her office in Virginia.

Good chances
she's the Bakers' next target.

Like the kidnapping plot
against the Michigan governor.

What...

- What the...?
- What?

- Everybody down! Get down!
- [g*nf*re]

Get down! Get down now! Get down!

It's LaCroix. We need help.

Backup's on the way. Coms in, everybody.

Seems like just one sh**t.

as*ault r*fle rounds.

[g*nf*re]

This place is not meant
to withstand an ambush.

I'm going out there.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

We're sitting ducks.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Okay.

[g*nf*re]

- [g*nf*re]
- Get down!

Get down! Everybody, down!

♪

Stop right there! Stop!

[YELLS]

It's Jolene, but I lost her.

She's in a tan Toyota

on the road parallel
to the back side of the ridge.

- Which direction?
- Headed south.

Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Go!

Stop the car.

Chain's cut.
Not a bad spot to hole up in.

Uh-huh.

Okay, Hawksbill Gravel
went out of business in .

Company went into bankruptcy.

Check it out ourselves
or wait for reinforcements?

I don't want to waste time and manpower.

Let's go in and take a look.

♪

- It's an ambush.
- Back out.

[g*nf*re]

Muzzle flashes on both sides.

They lured us right
into their k*ll zone.

Travis learned his lessons.

This is straight out
of the Fallujah playbook.

Time to call for backup.

We're gonna be here for a while.

Could be four people in those buildings,

Travis, Cole, Jolene Baker,
and their son, Brady.

If there's a kid in there,
it limits our options.

Last thing we need here is another Waco.

You're right.

Smaller building looks
like it was a business office.

Larger structure could be
some kind of storage facility.

Kristin, take a small team
and secure that flank.

But keep your distance.

I think I can sneak in close enough

to throw them a drop phone.

We're done with heroics for the moment.

They're not going anywhere.
Let's wait them out.

See what their next move is.

[TENSE MUSIC]

They got a position on us.
About yards away.

- How y'all doing in here?
- Good for now.

Hey, where's my dad?

Daddy's guarding the repair shed.

Yeah, well, I got some bad news.

The feds sh*t Cole out there.

He's dead.

[SOMBER MUSIC]

♪

Hey, it's okay. It's okay.

It's okay, honey. It's okay.

You're the man of the house now.

- Agent Gaines.
- Dig him out.

What do you got?

Just found Cole Baker dead
in a pile of gravel.

Abrasions on his neck.

He was strangled.

- Copy that.
- Dissention in the ranks?

Looks like Travis might have
k*lled his brother.

Let's get a helo with a NightSun up.

I want to keep the pressure
on after dark.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

What's the plan?

Call Chester for help.

You think he's gonna put
his ass on the line for us now?

Hell, yeah, he's got tons
of guys aching for a fight.

You had , men
and couldn't take the Capitol.

Because they had the g*ns that day.

This is what Three Percent is all about.

We're the spark that
sets off the revolution.

This is it, Jolene, right here.

This is our Lexington and Concord.

Brady, come over here, son.

We need you to be
a brave little soldier now

for your dad.

You think you can do that?

Come on, man up.
Let's go, buddy. Let's go.

- Helo is wheels up, ETA in .
- Thanks.

Jess, kid's got a g*n.

♪

Kristin, talk to us. What's going on?

Easy, Brady, easy. My name's Kristin.

I need you to lay that g*n
on the ground for me, okay?

- Ortiz, you got eyes on this?
- You're in the FBI.

- That's right.
- I don't see her, boss.

You're the one who sh*t my father?

No, I didn't.

None of us did.

- Liar.
- No.

I think Travis k*lled him.

No, he...

He wouldn't do that.

Do you want to see for yourself?

♪

I'm not putting my g*n down.

Okay, okay.

Can we lower them together?

Good. Now, walk with me.

They won't hurt you, I promise.
Stand down.

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪

Dad...

I'm sorry about your dad, Brady.

Nobody sh*t him, see? There's no blood.

Look at the marks on his neck, though.

Somebody choked your father,
somebody strong.

Why'd they send you out here?

So I could grab the
burner phone, to call for help.

Nobody can help you now but me, Brady.

You need to help your mom now.

How?

You're gonna put the g*n
down, and we're gonna walk

out of here together.

And I promise, when your mom sees that,

she's gonna come out and come with us

'cause I know how much she loves you.

What about Uncle Travis?

We're gonna put him in jail
for what he did.

Ready?

♪

Are you seeing this?

I can smoke her, no problem.

Brady will come running back here!

Then what?

Chester's not gonna leave us
hanging out here dry.

I'm going with my son.

No, you're not.

[TENSE MUSIC]

♪

Brady!

Brady! Brady!

Brady!

Brady!

[SOLEMN MUSIC]

♪

Whatever happened to keep your distance?

Had to change the play
at the line of scrimmage.

You can't do that
without telling the team.

I was just following my gut.

Your gut is fine.

As long as it doesn't get
the rest of us k*lled.

Understood.

That was a nice sh*t.

Thank you for that.

Of course.

What if we just don't tell him?

You know I can't do that.

Can we at least wait
until after the weekend?

Good evening, ladies.

What's going on?

I got sent home from school today.

What?

Why?

I got caught vaping outside the gym.

Vaping? You mean smoking pot?

No, Dad, I'm not an idiot.

Okay.

Still, do you know
how bad that is for you?

It's not like I do it all the time.

Some kids go out there after lunch.

They asked me to come over,
and I took a few dabs.

Well, you don't have to do something

just because everybody else is joining.

So basically, I can't have fun?

That's not what I'm saying.

I just have to follow
every single stupid little rule

'cause my dad's in the FBI.

- Tali.
- This is so dumb.

Vaping's not even illegal!

Actually, it is if you're a minor...

Nobody asked you!

Go to your room.

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I'm sorry you had to deal with this.

It's okay.

You gonna punish her?

Oh, I just did.

By sending her to her room?

It's not a big deal.
She'll learn her lesson.

She's testing you, Jess.

If you don't set limits now,

it's only gonna get worse later on.

She's a good kid.

She's been going through a lot lately.

We all have.

You mean Hugh.

Yes.

She saw a man get sh*t
in the dining room.

You can put a rug in there
if you want to,

but it's not gonna change
what she's going through.

I'm just trying to cut her some slack.

Right.

Look, um,

I've told you that
I'm sorry for ever bringing

Hugh into your lives, and, um...

I know! I know! I'm not blaming you.

I'm just saying...

What?

I don't know what I'm saying.

Just don't be mad, please.

- No, I'm not mad.
- Yes, you are.

I'm not. But I am gonna go for a run.

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