01x13 - Bulletproof

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01x13 - Bulletproof

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What do you know about Jessica Ford?

[Voice breaking] She was my mother.

You were in command at the Shiloh siege.

You got Tactical too close.

I don't pose any thr*at to Mr. Beaumont.

Emotions are a thr*at.

And let's be honest, Maxine,
you bring a lot of emotion.

Mr. Beaumont.

Why would you hire me
if you knew who my mother was?

Eric: The question
isn't why I hired you.

It's why you'd want to work
for the man who got her k*lled.

You know Damien Delaine's up for parole?

Has he tried to contact you?

I... I haven't spoken to him.

Good.

Keep it that way.



[GPS beeping]

Okay.

[Exhales sharply] You can do this.



Security Agent:
Can I see your ID, please?

Sure.

Thank you very much.



[Beeps]

Thank you. Open the gate!



[Beeps]

Maxine: Eric.

Hey, just checking you got
everything you need.

Well, apart from a good night's sleep.

I stayed up going over
the protocols again.

I wouldn't send you
on a risk assessment alone

unless I knew you were
ready for it, and you are.

Thanks, boss.

[Cellphone beeps]

I never should have let you
talk me into that.

As if I could.

Uh-huh. [Chuckles]

Yeah? Mm. Mm.

[Giggling]

- [Knock on door]
- Come in.

Sir, Miss Carlson is here for you.

Thank you, Agent Stokes.

Crisis resolution must be
pretty good, Miss Carlson,

for the FBI to kick this over
to a private contractor.

Well, my boss, Eric Beaumont,

wrote the FBI's
risk assessment protocols.

Have you done many of these?

Not many.

[Bag unzips]

Have you had any further contact

since the voice message?

Radio silence.

And the voice said,

"Give up your access codes,
or I pay with your life."

Yeah, I think those
were the exact words.

The voice was computerized,

and I didn't get a chance to record it.

What kind of access codes
is he demanding?

To a top-secret data center...

The kind we used to protect
western democracies

from every kind of t*rror1st
att*ck you can imagine.

And what makes you think

a thr*at came from
this hack-tivist, Krank?

Same M.O.

Krank tried to hack into our systems

to steal these access codes
years ago.

Isn't it strange that he would
suddenly reappear now?

You tell me.

You're the expert.

[Cellphone buzzes, beeps]

Nathalie: Didn't you promise Evie

you wouldn't track her anymore?

It's for her own safety.

I'm sure.

- The point is, you told her you wouldn't.
- [Cellphone beeps]

I don't want her worrying.

Your work demands you manipulate people.

Your family needs the truth.

Better hurry up getting dressed.

She's in the hallway.

Mm-hmm.

[Humming]

Hey, mom, I'm back.

Hello, sweetie.

Are you gate crashing our shopping trip?

Your mom's got me working again.

Uh-huh.

What were you saying about the truth?

[Cellphone rings, buzzes]

Excuse me.

[Cellphone rings, buzzes]

Hello?

Hel...?

So, what's the verdict, Miss Carlson?

The thr*at is nonspecific
and hasn't recurred.

According to our protocols,
it's low risk.

Well, I'm not gonna pretend
that's not a relief.

[Cellphone dings, buzzes]

Hello?

Digi-voice: Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

It's the same voice.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

Ubi mors ibi spes.

It's Latin.

"Where there is death, there is hope."

- Ubi mors ibi spes.
- Sir? Put the phone down.

Put the phone down, please.

Put the phone down, now!
[Cellphone beeping]

- [expl*si*n]
- [Screams]

- [Groans]
- Someone help!

Oh, my God! Marcus?

Agent Nash, I have you. I have you.

Help! Somebody help!



Eric: Maxine?

Agent Nash d*ed an hour ago.

Massive brain hemorrhaging.

Look at me.

Look at me.

This isn't your fault.

You understand me?

The phone exploded

seconds after I told him he was safe.

That phrase in Latin.

[Clears throat]

"Where there is death, there is hope."

It was used by the Fascists
in the Spanish Civil w*r.

You recognized it as a thr*at?

[Voice breaking] Just not soon enough.

Mr. Beaumont?

Special Agent: Assistant Executive
Director Woods has arrived.

He requests to meet with you
immediately.

All right. Come on.

Ma'am, you can relax.

This wasn't your fault.

Either the protocols are wrong,

which we know they aren't,

or I screwed up.

Or neither.



Digi-voice: I trust Marcus
Nash's cellphone got your attention.


That was just a taste of my power.

I can infect any computer

that controls
an electromechanical process.


Cars, life-support machines,
nuclear centrifuges...


all your critical infrastructure.

Release the access codes
to NSA's cloud servers


by midnight tonight,

or I will inflict

mass civilian casualties and chaos.

[Computer beeps]

Eric: Can he make good on that thr*at?

Well, our guys are analyzing the pulse

that he sent through the network
to Nash's phone.

Theoretically, it's possible.

Yes, theoretically, yes.

Well, then we have
to assume this is real.

Mm-hmm.

And the U.S. government

does not negotiate with t*rrorists.

No, we don't, but...

hours and change.

I'm gonna need something to offer.

You'll have it.

And your word, Freddie.

If you want me to negotiate,

then you have to let me negotiate.

[Inhales deeply]

Right, right... no force, no tactical.

Scout's honor.

- One other thing.
- Eric: Hmm?

I don't want the girl on this one.

Maxine is my second.

You and I used to be friends.

I still consider us friends, Freddie.

All right, all right,
then listen to me on this one.

Look, I know you feel responsible

for Jessica Ford's death at Shiloh.

But hiring her daughter,

you don't see that as a mistake.

This was a targeted assassination,

timed to occur at precisely the moment

Maxine was with Nash.

Why would they do that?

I don't know.

Yet.

My team. My way.



[Cellphone beeping]

- Did you reach Maxine?
- Oliver: Yeah.

Yeah, she is shaken, blaming herself.

Should she?

I mean, she followed protocol.

- So what happened?
- [Cellphone buzzes]

Well, that's them now.

[Cellphone beeps]

[Sighs] Hey, Max.

- Maxine: Hey.
- Hang in there.

I'll be fine once we stop this guy.

Well, Krank left

no e-mail address, no phone number.

We've got hours
and no way to contact him.

There's someone else we can talk to.

The electromagnetic pulse

that Krank used
to make that phone explode

was written in a complex
programming language

called "Coma."

So complex,

only a handful of people
know how to write it.

It was developed
by a professor at Chicago Tech

in the early ' s.

Damien Delaine.

Damien Delaine?

Isn't he serving years
for the m*ssacre at Shiloh?

Was.

Paroled for good behavior last week.

Oh.

Maxine: Last week?

So, he was still in prison

when Agent Nash originally
received the thr*at.

Okay, only a handful of people
in the world

know how to read this computer language.

If Damien Delaine's
not behind this att*ck,

he might know who is.

All right, talk to him.

All right.

Okay.

You okay?

Talking about Delaine

must bring back strong emotions for you,

considering his involvement
in your mother's death.

It does for me.

I can handle it.

[Bag zips]



_

Do you think what I'm thinking?

Six months ago,

Maxine Carlson appears in our lives.

And suddenly, we get a case
involving Damien Delaine,

the man who's responsible
for her mother's death

who Eric hasn't seen
or spoken to in years.

Zara: Damien Delaine convinced

some -some odd people at Shiloh

that su1c1de was a better option
than living.

[Knock on door]

Get your game face on.

And remember, we need his help.



I'm Zara Hallam.

This is my colleague, Oliver Yates.

Thank you for agreeing to come in.

I was so grateful to receive this call.

Oliver: years in prison,
that's a long time.

How does it feel to be on the outside?

years gives you
a lot of sleepless hours

to think about the people
that lost their lives,

the families that I tore apart.

Now you're rehabilitated?

I was wrong.

I thought I had a cause.

I thought... many things,

misguided things.

So, please,

if there's any small way
I can help you with your case,

you have no idea
how much that would mean to me.

And you bear no ill will
against Eric Beaumont?

Eric Beaumont is
a manipulator and a hypocrite

who bears
as much responsibility as I do,

if not more so,

for the deaths at Shiloh.

We both consider Eric
a mentor and a friend.

I've paid for my crimes, Miss Hallam.

Eric Beaumont has not,

but that does not
diminish my genuine desire

to help you if I can.

A person calling themselves "Krank"

used these codes to blow up a cellphone

and the man holding it.

Well, no wonder you can't read this.

This is Coma.

Can you help us identify
the person who wrote it?

It has to be Victoria Locke.

She's a former student of mine.

British. She'd be in her late s now.

How certain are you that it's her?

Well, Coma was Victoria's thesis.

Others could write simple programs,

but to pull off what you described.

It can't be anyone else.

Zara: Nice theory.

Slight problem.

Victoria Locke d*ed in .

♪ ♪



[Indistinct conversations]

Victoria: People are asleep,

walking around in daydreams
while the rich get richer,


and the government destructs us
with consumerism


as they watch our every move.

- We let them control us.
- [Computer beeps]

Surveillance audio of Victoria Locke

from her college days.

Anti-government rant, fits the profile.

But if she drowned in Malta in ,

how can she be Krank?

And the timing of Victoria's death

tallies with when Krank
dropped off the bureau's radar.

So, what? She came back from the dead?

Maybe.

Oliver: Maybe?

Damien Delaine's
the ultimate manipulator.

Each move seems random and disconnected.

Until it doesn't.

He was in prison until a week ago.

Could he really be behind this?

Zara: But I spoke
to his prison officers.

His behavior was exemplary.

Not even caught with a cellphone,

let alone a computer.

Still, one week out of prison,
and this happens?

The timing is suspicious.

Maybe he gave us
the name of a dead woman

to throw us off the scent?

Eric: All right, get our techs
to compare Krank's threats

with our hack-tivists
operating the last years.

Let's see if we can find a match.

Right away.

[Cellphone dings]

Excuse me.

Yeah.

[Cellphone dings]



Oliver: Maxine?

Sorry, am I interrupting?

No, it's okay.

Listen, um...

...a man d*ed in your arms yesterday.

No one would think any less of you if...

if you wanted to sit this one out.

I'm fine.

Really.

But thank you for asking.



Zara: Okay, our techs found something.

They're sending it through right now.

Okay.

What are we looking at?

Oliver: Online posts

from someone calling themselves
"Tech Girl."

Tech Girl?

Victoria Locke went to
Chicago Institute of Technology.

Her posts bear a remarkable
similarity to Krank's.

What kind of similarities?

Vocabulary, syntax, subject matter.

Plus, Tech Girl appears
to have come into existence

shortly after Victoria Locke
drowned in .

Or is said to have drowned.

Faked her own death
and went underground.

So, she's alive,

and Damien Delaine's intel was helpful.

So it appears, yeah.

Can you pull a cellphone number
for Tech Girl?

Yeah, I'm working on it.

Oh, and I need something
to negotiate with.

The NSA has authorized the release

of certain packets of classified intel

for leverage purposes.

Packets containing...?

Above my pay grade.

[Computer beeping]

Bingo. Got a contact number.

All right, well, let's roll the dice.

This better work.

We've got hours left.



[Cellphone rings]

[Cellphone beeps]

Hello?

Am I speaking with Tech Girl?

My name is Eric Beaumont.

I'm a negotiator.

[Laughs]

Am I right in presuming

you are Victoria Locke, a.k.a., Krank?

Darling, I'll be whoever
you want me to be.


Waveform is a match.

I'll try to track her location.

Eric: Victoria, I want you to know

that I'm authorized
by the U.S. government

to negotiate a deal with you.

Negotiate what?

I have all the power.

And you want access to
classified government data.

What do you plan to do with it?

Release it to the world.

People need to know the truth...

how they're using terrorism

as an excuse to spy on all of us.

Well, wouldn't it hurt the people

if t*rrorists were able to read

the U.S. government's classified files?

Tell me, Eric,

do you know how many of the machines

that power our lives
are run by computer?


Most of them.

So you'll know to give me what I want,

or I will start

by taking down
a few hospitals, an airport,

and maybe I'll wipe out
part of the Eastern seaboard.

[Giggling]

Here's the thing I don't get.

You're brilliant enough
to create this virus,

but you need my help

to access the government's secrets?

The government use quantum encryption

to protect their secrets...

completely unhackable, even to me.

So why target ordinary people?

Why not att*ck the government?

This precisely is
an att*ck on the government.

For these people, these sheep,

for them to realize
they're being oppressed,

the only thing is to spill their blood.

The revolution will not begin

until we hit the reset button,

and that's where we're going...

a revolution,

a total collapse of authority.

Please trust me,
I'm gonna do everything I can

to get you what you need.

Access codes by midnight,

or the bodies start piling up.

[Cellphone beeps]

Oliver: I wasn't able
to track her location.

[Sighs]

Shouldn't the FBI get Damien Delaine

to start working on a way
to block her att*ck?

Well, Woods is working on it.

He doesn't need Delaine on this.

But they don't know
this programming language,

and they don't know her.

He does.

Look at Victoria's profile.

She's A- critical,

total conviction to the cause,

comfortable with
substantial loss of life,

slight hysteria,
possibly not sane of mind.

Your point?

She's not gonna budge, Eric.

Not in hours, and you know it.

We need Delaine to give us
another way out.

Woods: She's right.

Delaine's an asset
we can't afford to lose.

Delaine is not what he seems, Freddie.

We both know that.

And without him,

we wouldn't have had our lead
to Victoria Locke.

This is a game,

and we are playing by his rules.

Eric, I despise the son of a bitch

as much as you do,

but within hours,

she's gonna start k*lling people.

[Computer beeps

They've given Delaine
a high-speed computer.

He's working on a way
to counteract the virus.

[Beeping]

Victoria, it's Eric.

Do you have what I need?

[Knock on door]

Man: Sir, the techs
have been able to use

Beaumont's communication

to pinpoint Victoria Locke's location.

South D.C. Tactical Unit's
ready to take her out.

I told Eric Beaumont

I'd give him time to negotiate.

Sir, with hours left,

I don't think anyone expects you
to hold to that promise.

I don't have those access codes,
but I do have a gift.

What's the gift?

And she's on the hook.



A terabyte of classified information.

It's a show of good faith, Victoria,

while I work on getting you the rest.

[Giggles]

And here I was thinking
you wanted me to trust you.


[Elevator bell dings]



I absolutely do.

You people forget
surveillance works both ways.

[Beeping]

- [expl*si*n]
- [Groans]

[Siren wailing]

Zara: What the hell just happened?

- [Siren wailing]
- She's watching us.

Not us.

[Sirens wailing]

Let me see.

Son of a...



Freddie?!

Eric!

Freddie, I'm gonna get you out of there!

- [Grunts]
- Woman: What's wrong with the elevator?

Victoria: [Giggling]

- [Beeping]
- [Elevator rumbles]

Aah.

Somebody get an engineer!

[Siren wailing]

Son of a bitch.

[Laughs]

[Beeping]

[Crash]



[Exhales sharply]

[Police radio chatter]



Man: Right this way, right this way.

Can you move aside, please?
We got get through here, okay?

[Indistinct conversations]

I got him. I got him right here.

I got it all clear.



[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations]

Eric?

Zara: Government techs
have confirmed it.

The same code that blew Nash's phone

took over the elevator.

Oliver: Hey.

I'm sorry.

We grew apart...

but he was my mentor.

He was my friend.

This isn't easy for us, uh, to say,

but we both feel

that you should recuse yourself.

- I can't.
- Why?

Because you think
Damien Delaine's behind this?

He's behind everything.

k*lling Nash in front of Maxine,

programming language
leading us right to him,

and now Woods's death.

Eric, Victoria Locke k*lled Woods.

She's not even trying to hide it.

I am telling you this is Delaine.


Eric, we don't trust him, either,

but you're too close to this.

Maybe. But I'm not leaving.

It's Victoria.

_

_

Face to face... that's progress, right?

It's a trap.

Yeah, it sure is.

Look, if you go, we all go.

You saw what she said.

Alone.

I'll check in when I get there.

The feds are gonna want to find me

so they can take her out.

Make sure they don't.



Maxine: Eric!

Eric, I have to tell you something.

No time, Maxine.

I've been in contact
with Damien Delaine.

I know I should have told you,

and you have every right to fire me.

How long?

He started writing me letters and texts

about a year ago.

I ignored them at first, but...

But I wanted him to tell me
more about my mom,

and not just the sugar-coated
version my aunt fed me.

What? You're not angry with me?

What? You think I didn't know?

From the moment I hired you.

You knew.

I know Delaine.

He's been using you to get to me

from the start.

Because you arrested him?

Eric, that was years ago.

I know you feel responsible
for my mother's death, but...

I am responsible.

Freddie Woods launched that as*ault.

All those people d*ed
before you went in to negotiate.

What I'm about to tell you
is not in the public record,

because I made sure of it.

I did enter to negotiate.

[Woman laughing]

[Indistinct shouting]

There were dead bodies everywhere.

Delaine saw me
but kept right on walking.




[g*n cocks]

And then I saw her.

I saw your mother.

I saw Jessica...

Damien: Now we are calm.

Now we are ready.

This is what we talked about.

Jessica?

I want you to turn on the switch.

Eric: ...Wearing a su1c1de vest.

A su1c1de vest?

Delaine was right behind her.

I pleaded with her to surrender

for the sake of the men, women,
and children

still alive inside the compound,

but she said he was in her head.

She couldn't get him out.

Please, Jessica, don't do this.

Eric: She didn't want to die.

She loved you so much, Maxine.

I had Freddie in my ear,
ordering me to take the sh*t.


Jessica had Delaine in hers,

telling her she had to press the button.

Damien: Push that button.

I couldn't reach her.

I tried...

...and I failed.

Damien: Push the button.

[g*nshots]

Damien: Jessica.

You sh*t her?

I didn't want you growing up

thinking your mother was a bad person.

She wasn't.

But Damien Delaine

wanted to become a martyr that day,

and he will never forgive me.

Never.



[Engine starts]

[Tires squeal]

Oliver: Mr. Delaine,
tell me something good.

I'm working on a way to stop Victoria.

In truth, the code she's written
is beautifully simple.

A couple of nuts left to cr*ck.

Six hours, maybe. You have four.

Maxine.

Hi, Damien.

How wonderful to finally see your face.

You two know each other?

Eric told me everything.

Has this all been about
using me to get to him?

My dear...

I will wager that Eric did not, in fact,

tell you everything.

But right now, I have work to do.

What didn't he tell me?

Given he's a type-A control freak

with a narcissistic
personality disorder,

I'm sure he didn't mention

the strings he's pulled all your life.

What strings?

The insurance payout
from Jessica's death,

the scholarship to Northwestern.

- You don't have to listen to this.
- Yes, I do.

Why would he do that?

Because he was in love
with your mother, of course.

What?

He's lying.

Check my waveform, Mr. Yates.

You will see that I am not.

Eric and Jessica
had an affair for years,

way before I met her.

Okay, we're hanging up now.

Do it, if the truth offends you.

The real reason Eric sh*t your mother

is because she left him...

for me.

[Computer beeps]

- Can we track Eric's location?
- Yeah.

Then let's go.

- What about Delaine?
- I'm not waiting for him.





[GPS beeping]

[Beep]

[Gate creaking]





[Beep]

[Door opens]

[Lights clicking on]

[GPS beeps]

All right, I just lost Eric's signal

about miles outside Bethesda.

Where do you think she's led him?

If she's planning on going through this,

- it could be a data bunker.
- A data bunker?

Where critical infrastructure
is controlled?

She'd need direct access.

Yeah, it's not the kind of place
you find on a map.

And it would be protected, wouldn't it?

She wouldn't be able
to get past the armed guards.

Well, maybe she could.

Victoria: Don't worry.

I've returned the carbon monoxide levels

to normal.

Have you got my codes?

I don't think that's really
what you need.

Please, stay back.

Give me what I want, or I will do it.

Traffic signals...

[Horns blaring]

...Life-support systems...

Air traffic control.

The whole country
will come crashing down

in blood and chaos.

You do not want to do this.

You're wrong.

One more step, and I will prove it.



You swore you would never
pick up a g*n again

after you k*lled Jessica Ford.

You want me to pick
up the g*n, is that it?

[Giggles]

And what would you do

to save all these lives, Eric?

Take mine?



Okay.

- [Cellphone beeps]
- What do the FBI say?

- Any update on Delaine?
- Not exactly.

He's disappeared.

What do you mean "disappeared"?

The FBI went to track his progress.

He's vanished.

So now we have no way of stopping Krank.

This was never about stopping Krank

or government secrets.

I think Delaine's
been controlling Victoria,

perhaps ever since he was her professor,

probably even arranged
the faking of her death

to one day activate her for this.

Eric was right.

This was about destroying him and me.

Maxine, you don't believe

what Delaine was saying back there?

I believe everything he said.

Think about it.

If Delaine knew all that about me,

then he also knew I studied Latin,

that I would recognize
that phrase yesterday morning,

just too late
to save that man from dying.

Why would he want that?

To shake her faith in Eric and herself,

get her to turn against him.

This is where Eric's
cellphone signal cut out.



- I'm going in. You should call the FBI.
- Oliver: No.

We're going with you.



Eric: Victoria,
I do not want to sh**t you.

You don't have a choice.

Delaine has gotten into your head,

just like he got into Jessica's,

but you do not have to die.

An awful lot of people will unless I do.

[Beeping]

Damn it.



[g*n cocks]

Please, stop.

I can't do that, Eric,

but you can.

Maxine: Eric, wait.

It's true, isn't it?

You were in love with my mother.

Yes, I was.

But that's not why you sh*t her.

[Computer beeping]

Eric: Victoria, stop.

This is not the time for
this conversation, Maxine.

- Victoria: He's right, Maxine.
- [Computer beeps]

This is ready to go.

In just a few seconds,

tens of thousands of people will die.

[g*n cocks]

She's wrong, Eric.

Oh, is it Delaine's fix?

He's disappeared.

Because she can't do
what she thinks she can do.

[Giggles]

She blew up that cellphone,

sent Freddie Woods
plunging to his death.

Designed by Delaine to make you believe,

to make all of us believe,

the virus could infiltrate any system.

It was all a bluff.

You don't know that.

You said it yourself.

Damien Delaine is a game player.

This has all been part of his game.

[Beeping]

To re-create Shiloh,

to take revenge by pushing you to do

the one thing you swore
you would never do.

The only thing
he didn't count on was us.

Zara: Put the g*n down, Eric.

Nothing will happen.

And if you're wrong?

Then we are all wrong together.

Eric, if you're looking for forgiveness

for my mother's death,

you have it.

I know you didn't have a choice.

But you do now.

- [Beeping]
- Time's up.

Eric, please.

Eric, please.

[g*n clicks]

Say good night.

[Beep]

[Horns honking]

[Beep]

[Baby crying]

No.

[Radio chatter]

[Jet engine roars]

[Beep]

I'm...

- No.
- [Beeping]

No!

No!



[Beeping]

- No.
- Zara: It's over, Victoria.

No!

No, no, no, no, no.
this can't be happening!

- Wait! No, no.
- It's okay.

No, no!

No.

[Grunts] Ugh.



[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations]

She'll face charges
for the deaths of Nash,

Freddie Woods,
and everyone she k*lled here.

How you doing?

You were right.

Emotions are dangerous.

Well, one thing I wasn't right about

was, uh... you.

Maxine, you belong on this team.

I'm not so sure about that.



I kept this picture of your mother

in my wallet for years.

I think you should have it now.

[Indistinct conversations in distance]

All the doors that opened in my life...

nothing is what I thought.

I didn't open any doors

you couldn't walk through on your own.

I just had to make sure you were okay.

Out of guilt?

No.

Out of love.

Your mother couldn't take care of you,

so I did.

I always knew one day,

the door you'd walk through
would be mine.



I don't think I can stay here anymore.



This isn't over, Maxine.

It is over.

You didn't pull the trigger.

Delaine lost.

He's not gonna accept defeat.

[Cellphone dings]

He will keep after me, and you,

until he's destroyed us both.



- Nathalie?
- Nathalie: [Crying] Eric.

Nathalie, what's wrong?

Oh, I put Evie on the plane
back to Montreal myself, Eric.

The driver's waiting at Arrivals.

She never showed.

I've been calling and calling.

[Exhales sharply]

I know something's wrong, Eric.

I know it.

So...

Eric, answer me.

Eric.

Zara: What is it?

Answer me.

Eric, what's happening?

Delaine's taken my daughter.

Nathalie: [Cries]

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