I need you to tell the Governor about Stewart.
He's the Deputy Governor!
Will Jackson told Vera I'm dealing.
- I can't remember. - Tell her!
Mr Jackson!
He's not at home, not answering his phone and no one's seen him.
- Don is officially missing. - Ah, Liz!
- I know Sonia did it. - What did she do, Liz?
She killed Detective Kaplan, Ms Bennett.
If we leave these boxes out...
Oh, yeah, that's good.
I'm gonna catch you red-handed, okay,
and then Vera'll find out.
You see,
Vera and me...
we're living together.
You can't touch me.
You're the one who tipped off Jake, aren't you?
You want revenge on him so badly,
- it is distorting your thinking. - My thinking?
You're the one who's fucking a drug dealer!
- What... what is that? That... - Oh, it's a kite.
It means freedom.
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Go harder.
- Morning, Vera. - Mr Channing.
The gatehouse said you were on your way up. Can I offer you a coffee?
Long macchiato would be good.
Would you make a coffee
- for Mr Channing? - Certainly.
Now I'm here to investigate a rather disturbing complaint.
Yes, from Will Jackson.
What the fuck is going on with your staff, Vera?
He's accusing your Acting Deputy of being a drug supplier.
Yeah, and I can assure you, there is no truth to that allegation.
And you know this because you're banging the accused?
It is true that Mr Stewart and I have a private relationship, but
- there's nothing in the regulations... - I don't give a rat's arse
about the regulations, but I do care if it's clouding your judgement.
No, it isn't.
Mr Stewart's work record speaks for itself.
He has been an excellent Deputy
and I have found absolutely no cause
- to doubt his integrity as an officer. - We'll see.
I'll need an office to conduct my enquiries.
Okay, I will have one of the admin offices prepared.
- No, I'd prefer the hearing room. - Mm-hmm.
You can bring my coffee in there.
Derek.
I wondered when you'd show up.
Why do you say that?
Well, the prison's in a shambles.
All down to poor management skills
and an utter lack of leadership, I'd say.
- Well, at least it's not on fire. - _
How do you know Mike Pennisi?
Who?
These are my posts. How did you get them?
I got permission to access the net to prove that chick provoked you.
Wow.
You got influence.
This guy.
- How do you know him? - I don't. He's just some...
random guy who responded to one of my posts.
It's an incredible coincidence. It's doing my head in.
Do you know him?
Yeah, he was the guy I supposedly murdered.
But I didn't.
I believe you.
Well, that makes you an endangered species.
Yeah. Well, I am rare and exotic.
It's a bummer. I was hoping you could shed some light.
Sorry. I've never met the guy.
Oh, it's all horseshit!
Sorry, sir.
So why do you think, ah, Jackson is saying these things about you
if there's not a shred of truth in it?
I know why. He's had his nose out of joint
ever since I got promoted to act in his position.
So that's your explanation, is it? Professional jealousy?
Mmm, not so professional.
He's really got it in for me.
He shoved me up against a wall yesterday.
- You reported that? - No.
- I'm not the vindictive type. - Yeah, that's right. Ah...
you're a lover, not a fighter, huh?
I will say...
Jackson is the only staff member with a history of drug use
- and charges on his record. - Noted.
But just so you know,
I will be interviewing all the staff in relation to this matter.
Good.
- Thanks for the heads up. - You're welcome.
Oh, and, um, good luck with that, sir.
Turk, we've got a bit of a situation here.
I need you to hold off on the deliveries for the time being.
Well, fuck your situation!
Ah, we've got the regional manager in. He's investigating.
Yeah, well you go tell him to stick his head
up a dead bear's fuckin' arse and investigate that.
I'm trying to run a fuckin' business, you shithead!
Yeah, I know. I'm just...
- Oi! - Jake?
- What's going on? - Oh...
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, I've just got a bit of a headache, that's all.
Well, what happened with Channing? You said you'd come tell me.
Oh, shit! I'm sorry, I forgot.
Well, I hope you're taking this seriously. Mud sticks.
I am taking it seriously.
Very seriously indeed.
I know you won't be happy with me bringing Channing in.
Oh, ten points for perception, Will.
Look, believe it or not, this is in your best interests
- as well. - Oh yeah, how do you figure that?
Look...
I... I was totally out of line with that accusation yesterday, okay?
And I apologise.
You're a good governor, Vera,
but Stewart will bring you down if you don't wake up to him.
Look, I am wide awake,
thank you very much, and I can see that your disgruntlement
- has got the better of you. - That... that's got nothing
- to do with it. - Really?
Because you seem hell-bent on destroying two very fine careers,
Mr Stewart's and your own, for no reason.
Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
Phones are now available for use.
Hey.
Franky.
I need to borrow the mobile.
What mobile?
I know Tina's got one stashed.
Unbelievable.
You only speak to me when you want something.
- Kimmy... - Fuck off!
Kimmy, please! There's no one else who can help me.
- It's really important. - Who do you wanna call?
- Bridget. - Oh, the fuckin' slag.
- She's not a slag. - She resigned.
What, she dump you 'cause you're back in here?
We broke up, yeah.
But it was mutual. It's too hard,
- for both of us. - Yeah, sucks being you.
Now you know how it feels.
Kimmy, I didn't want to hurt you.
I just fell in love with her.
It was the first time I ever let myself go there.
And it just wasn't something I could control, you know?
That's how I felt about you, Franky...
once.
Then please...
please let me use that phone.
If you won't fuck off, I'm leaving.
Attention, compound.
- Attention, compound. - Morning.
- The canteen is now open... - Appreciate you coming in.
- I hope I can help. - Now...
Now it says here you had counselling sessions with Mr Jackson. Why?
Governor Bennett made it a condition of his return to work.
After he was suspended for a positive drug test?
- Mmm, yes. - So in your professional opinion,
was Jackson...
resentful of the Acting Deputy?
Would he be likely to fabricate allegations against him?
I can't disclose what was confidentially discussed
- in those sessions. - So that's a yes?
I think you're putting words in my mouth.
In the absence of your own.
Come on, Ms Westfall.
Just give me something here.
Well...
What I can tell you is that Mr Jackson's only anger
was directed towards himself for having
made the mistake for taking drugs.
So the allegations?
He must believe he had sufficient grounds.
And what about you? Did you ever have any knowledge or suspicion
that Mr Stewart was supplying drugs to the prisoners?
None whatsoever, no.
Stewart's not gonna last.
The regional manager's here. He's investigating.
Think he'll get to the truth?
Well, he should. He's a tough prick.
Hope he nails his arse to the wall.
I don't have your faith in the system.
Call me a radical feminist sceptic.
- Oh, I've called you worse. - I remember.
If this doesn't work, you've got no moves left.
Yeah.
Franky?
Two minutes. I'll wait outside.
Thank you.
No problem.
Oh, please pick up! Please pick up!
- Hello? - Gidget, it's me.
- How did you get through... - Hey, I'll explain later.
- I've only got two minutes. - Franky...
Look, I know you don't want to talk to me.
I'm just desperate for your help.
There she is.
Thanks for coming in.
I wish I could say no.
So, um...?
What was it on the phone you couldn't talk about?
- You remember that new prisoner, Iman? - Mm-hmm.
So I'm helping her with some legal advocacy stuff
and I find out she's got a social media connection to Mike Pennisi.
- "The" Mike Pennisi? - How is that a coincidence?
That's a mother of a coincidence.
Now, I know it's a long shot,
but I reckon it's worth looking into her background.
Yeah. That's what I said on the phone, Franky.
It's a job for your lawyer.
That's the name of her therapist.
I want you to talk to her.
I just want to know if Iman knew Pennisi. That's it.
- No confidential shit. - I don't know this woman.
If I start asking questions about one of her clients,
she could report me to the Psych Board.
Just explain to her that you've got a client in prison
for a murder she didn't commit.
If you were a client, I wouldn't be sitting here.
Please, Gidge.
It's my only lead.
It could be the difference between freedom and 20 years in here.
Okay.
Hey.
You're missing dinner.
I'm not hungry.
I heard you got a date for your committal hearing.
Ah, the prison grapevine.
If only the NBN was as fast.
Well, I'm here as your peer worker, if you'd like to chat.
I'd have hoped you'd be here as my friend, Liz.
- Yeah, well, you know, that... - that's... that too.
You're the only real friend I have in here, you know.
Can't imagine why the Governor saw fit to put me in here with Kaz
and her gang of nutcrackers.
Well, why don't I make us a cup of tea? Do you want a Fruitilicious?
No. I think I need something a little harder.
A new delivery of my special shampoo.
Take a seat.
No, no, no, no. None... none for me, thanks. Thanks.
Oh, come on. One won't hurt.
No, Sonia, I'm... I'm not much of a drinker these days.
18 years old, smoky.
Like a cigarette.
Oh, sweet Jesus!
Oh, for God's sake, Liz,
stop standing there like a statue and sit down.
I do feel like a chat.
You're not drinking, Liz. Well, just have a little sip. It's sublime.
Hey, you know, you know the obsessive cop that you told us about,
- will he be at the committal hearing? - I told you, he's gone.
Yeah, but when you say "gone", I mean what do you... what do you mean?
Gone.
No, no, I'm... still fine.
Oh!
Well, I'm gonna go to bed then if you're not going to drink with me.
Actually, it's just as well because the more I drink,
the more I tend to shoot off at the mouth.
Well, no, don't...
Well... if...
Fuck it! I'll just...
Oh!
Oh.
Mmm.
That is, um...
- That's smoky. - Yeah.
How... how can you be sure
that that cop won't turn up?
Because...
I killed him.
Y... you... you did?
Yeah.
How?
Well, if you really want the gory details?
Yes.
Well...
I had to drug him first, of course. Quite a big fellow.
And then I
drove him to a little secluded lake I know in South Gippsland.
It's quite lovely. It's the middle of nowhere. It's beautiful.
And I simply pushed him out of the car onto a tarp. Very easy.
I bludgeoned him into unconsciousness with a tree branch.
Not so easy.
And I simply rolled his body in a weighted-down tarp
and pushed him off the jetty into the water. Done!
Excuse me, Governor, I've got
- Liz Birdsworth to see you. - Yeah, for God's sake! Linda,
not now. I have got enough on my plate
- without... Yeah. - She's quite distressed.
She said it's a matter of life and death.
- Okay, what's it about? - I dunno.
Was I supposed to ask?
No, great to see you using your initiative. Send her in.
- She'll see you now. - Right.
Okay, I've got limited time, Liz. What's the problem?
It's... it's Sonia.
Last night she confessed to killing Don... D... Detective Kaplan.
- Oh, Liz. - I knew she did it and I told you.
But hearing her actual confession, fuck, that was something else.
And she went into all the friggin' details, too. Poor Don!
- Liz, I don't know what to do. - You have to get
the police involved, Ms Bennett.
You gotta get 'em in here now
and I'll sign the statement. I'll make a statement.
Do you really want to go down that rabbit hole again?
What's the rabbit... rabbit hole? What the he... What do you mean?
Claiming that Sonia
confessed another murder to you. Given the last time,
you don't think you might have some credibility issues?
No, no, no, don't say that, please. Don't say that.
Oh, Liz! Okay. Liz.
- Liz? Okay. - Mmm.
I know you're concerned
- about Detective Kaplan. - Yeah, I am.
You might just be creating more trouble for yourself.
Yeah, right.
So fuckin' up the first time has bit me on the arse.
That's what you're saying.
I knew she did it.
Okay... Watch it!
Hey, boss?
Can I go to the toilet?
Hold it right there.
I said, hold your frickin' horses, Novak.
What? I thought you didn't want us to waste time.
- Step away from the bench. - What is this?
Right, this is quality control, all right?
What the fuck!
Where are the friggin' planter boxes, Goldfish?
What, aren't they in there?
Oh, fuck, sorry! I... I must have...
Where's Franky?
Franky?!
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What the fuck are you doin'?
- I was goin' to the pisser. - Oh yeah, right.
You missed the pisser 'cause it's back there, eh?
- Oh! - And why'd you bring the boxes with ya?
They were just in my hands. I'm just...
Get 'em back out there.
- Can I just, um... - Now!
All right!
You're the boss. And lovin' it!
Were neither of you paying attention at the briefing?
We got our first delivery goin' out next week.
I don't want anyone...
cockin' that up for us.
- Okay? - Yep.
I think it's best if you find a new work unit.
I can think of plenty of women
who'll show the kind of commitment we require here.
Sonia, we're sorry.
We stuffed up but it won't happen again. I guarantee it.
You're right, it won't happen again. You're out.
- What? - Aren't you forgetting that
I saved this entire project?
I could just as easily unsave it.
What do you think, Susan?
Do we let them stay?
I guess.
What's goin' on, Franky?
I'm just trying to help Iman with her defence.
Nuh. Don't give me that acting dumb stuff, all right?
I know you're not stupid. You and Allie are up to sumpin'.
What happened with the boxes was a mistake, Booms. I'm sorry.
- Don't you bullshit me. - Come on, Booms!
You're my number one. You know that.
- Yeah, I'm your number one? Am I? - Yeah! Yes!
Okay, so how come you spend all your time
hanging out with Goldilocks then?
Oh, what's it to you? You turned into a lezzo or something, have ya?
Come... come here.
- No. - Come here.
Look, I just feel sorry for her 'cause of what happened with Red, okay?
- Come here. I've neglected ya. - Yeah.
- Yes. - Yeah, you have.
- Yeah. - I've missed ya.
I'm sorry.
Look, this charge is doin' my head in.
And I gotta find a way to beat it, Booms,
or I'm gonna end up dead.
Attention, compound. Attention, compound.
- Count will commence in ten minutes. - You know...
this is the first time in my whole life
that I... I've...
I've been good at sumpin',
- Mmm. - except for breaking heads, you know?
- And you're ace at that. - No, I'm serious.
All right? Someone has seen something that's smart in me.
Not just a bonehead bruiser.
- I didn't mean that. - Listen!
I've been given responsibility and for once...
for once, I feel special.
Yeah? Like... like people are actually looking up to me.
That's awesome, Booms.
I'm happy for ya.
So I'm just saying, don't screw that up for me, okay?
Fuck!
Did you forget your key again?
Where's Jake?
Oh, I'm afraid Jake's not home at the moment,
- so you can call back another time. - Yeah.
Get... get out of my house!
- Where is he? - I told you, he's not here.
If you don't leave now, I will call the police.
Jake!
Ah, shit! No, you don't. Hey!
- What the fuck? - Nuh!
- Get off! Oh! - Bitch! Hey!
Listen here, me and Jakey had a fuckin' deal!
If he wants to renege,
you tell him he still owes me that fuckin' money.
- Let me go. - No, no, you tell him Turk said,
pay up or he's a fucking dead man!
Oh!
Vera?
Hey.
You okay?
I had a visit from a man called...
- Turk. I don't think he was Turkish. - Oh, fuck.
He didn't hurt you, did he?
- Thank God. If that fucking mongrel... - Um, he said to tell you
that if you don't pay up,
you're a dead man.
Fuck me. Vera, I am so sorry.
Mm-mm, so then I started thinking about what Will had been saying.
- That man is a drug dealer, isn't he? - No.
God, Vera, no. You've got this all wrong. He's a...
Look, you're probably right. I... I think he might be a criminal,
but I didn't know it at the time. It's not drugs.
He...
I...
I needed money fast, for the micro-brewery
and... and... and...
he's a... a dodgy loan shark.
He is, trust me.
I don't...
I don't know if I believe you.
Well, I...
I can't tell you what to believe.
Mm.
I can only tell you the truth.
And it is the truth.
So why don't you pay him back?
Well, when the first one fell over I was hoping to get another one,
like, fast, and...
Vera, I am so sorry.
Well, how did he even find you? Did you give him this address?
No! Of course I didn't give him this address. He's...
he, the guy's connected.
Please, Vera, you have to believe me.
I am sorry, Vera. I will sort this out.
Okay? I'll fix this, I promise.
Oh.
I really care about you, Vera.
You motherfucker!
I told you I had a problem at work!
You do not come to my fucking house!
You need to settle, Jakey boy.
- Your nuts'll explode. - She's the fuckin' Governor, ya mong!
That's your problem.
Mate, you been smoking too much of your own shit.
Take your fuckin' money.
Our little arrangement is over. I'm out.
And don't you ever come near her again!
She has got you all jizzed up, hasn't she? So touching.
See... the thing is, I'd be crazy to turn my back
on such a lucrative customer base as Wentworth.
See, those captive markets are hard to find.
Now, I may be a little mad, but I'm not crazy.
And you will be out when I say you're out.
Otherwise, you'll end up in a fucking box.
So, what's it gonna be, huh?
- Fuckin' kill me if you want to. - Hmm.
I'm out.
Ah!
Ah, yeah, prick!
You wanted to see me, sir?
Ah, yeah, mate. Grab a seat.
Just an informal chat to bring you up to speed.
How's the investigation going?
Well, it seems like we got a corrupt officer in the mix.
Any idea who it is?
Well, Mr Jackson, he held a little, um, sting operation.
Identified a hygiene services worker as a possible conduit.
- Right! - Yeah, so we interviewed her
and, uh, she rolled over, and admitted there was an aborted
attempt to bring the drugs into the prison on the day of the sting.
Okay. Why aborted?
Oh, she was tipped off.
Got a phone call an hour prior to the supposed delivery.
- We got the number. - Right.
- So you know it wasn't mine. - No. No.
No. In fact, it was a dead end. Didn't match anyone here.
What's called a burner mobile.
Yeah, like a... an unregistered pre-paid.
Bingo. You're catching on.
Interesting.
So I saved the number.
Well, well! Blow me down.
Fact is, son,
there were whispers about you,
back in your old Walford days.
But you shot through before the shit hit the fan.
So there we have it.
I'd say you're royally fucked.
Are you gonna have me arrested?
No.
I'm gonna make you an offer.
One you'd be stupid to refuse.
You can continue on with your business, uninterrupted.
But I want a 20% cut of the profits.
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I could get used to this, seein' ya every day.
I could never get used to it, not after what we had.
But maybe I won't have to.
What, you found something?
Zoe Taylor ran a group counselling course for people who suffer
- from post-traumatic stress disorder. - All right.
Iman attended that course,
"dealing with war-related, refugee trauma,"
- is how Zoe put it. - So nothing to do with Pennisi?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Pennisi attended the same sessions
- for burns trauma. - Holy shit!
Mm. They both attended for a period of about 18 months.
Oh, they knew each other all right.
Iman lied to me.
Mm-hmm.
Thanks.
I just saw Stewart come out of a meeting with Channing.
- And? - He looked sick.
- I think he's gone. - Here's hoping.
Why are you still here?
- You're fighting a losing battle. - Attention, compound.
Attention, compound. The canteen is now open for C Block.
Fuck!
What are you doing in my cell?
You stole this from me!
And you lied to me about Pennisi. You did know him.
Yeah, I knew him.
So stop fuckin' lying
and tell me what you knew about him.
Ho! Ha! No!
- Argh! Argh! - Argh!
Argh!
- Yeaww! - Argh!
Argh! Argh!
Argh!
You took him away from me.
The only good thing I ever had.
- Yaah! - Yaah!
- Argh! - Ugh!
What are you talking about?!
When he couldn't find work, when he couldn't leave his house.
- You were his girlfriend?! - He was obsessed with you!
He even had a shrine to you all over the wall.
You don't touch this!
- Ugh! Get off! - Aagh! Get off!
Argh!
- You destroyed us! - Don't touch any of this!
Mike is dead because of you.
- I didn't kill Mike! - No.
Mike?
I did!
Argh!
- Oh! - No!
Yaah!
Dah!
- Argh! - Argh!
Don't do this!
It's the only reason I'm here.
- Arrrrgh! - Argh!
Ah!
Argh!
Ah!
It was her.
- She killed Pennisi! - So I heard.
She could tell them it wasn't you.
But she won't be telling them anything.
So, Francesca, you're claiming this one was self-defence?
- No. - It wasn't self-defence?
No. I fought Iman after she attacked me with a shiv,
but I didn't kill her. That was Ferguson!
- Joan Ferguson? - Yes! Just check the CCTV.
You can see her going into the cell.
I think my client has been quite clear about this.
- Can we move on, please? - Why did Iman attack you?
- Iman was Mike Pennisi's girlfriend. - Isn't that the guy you killed?
- I didn't fuckin' kill him. - You're yet to prove those charges,
Detective.
He was stalking me.
He had a shrine of pictures that he'd taken of me,
all over his wall. She got jealous, she shot him.
With your gun?
- A gun I'd previously handled. - Yeah.
So how did she get this previously handled gun?
He saw me dump it and he took it home.
- That's an interesting story. - I said he was stalking me!
Well, it's just strange, isn't it, that no one we questioned,
friends, family, neighbours,
no one mentioned that Pennisi had a girlfriend?
I'd be surprised, with a face like that.
Basically, he was a recluse.
There was no shrine, Francesca.
Didn't exist.
Well, I returned to my unit and, uh,
I heard a... a commotion from an adjoining cell.
What sort of commotion?
It sounded like a fight. Struggle.
A strangled cry.
And what happened then?
Well, I went to Iman's cell to investigate and I...
I saw Doyle, standing over Iman's body, on the floor.
And she was dead?
I assumed so, yes.
Another inmate, Tina Mercado, she arrived at the same time,
and she... she pushed the panic button.
She'll be able to verify the, uh...
- the accuracy of my statement. - Mm.
Fuck off!
I didn't do it, so fuck off!
- I didn't fucking do it! - Oi, come on!
I didn't fuckin' kill Iman!
Ferguson did it!
You know it was Ferguson!
- Jesus Christ, Doyle, calm down. - God, you know what she's capable of!
- Get in there! - Fuck!
You know what she's capable of!
You know she did!
She's outta control!
She's a freak!
What sort of a shithouse is Vera running here?
Those bitches are out of control.
I can't believe Doyle would do something like this, sir.
Well, that's up to the police to sort out.
I've completed my investigation.
That's great. So, ah, what are you going to do about Mr Stewart?
I found no evidence to support
- any wrong-doing by Mr Stewart. - Wait,
you're kidding me, right?
What about the hygiene services woman?
Well, she couldn't identify any of our officers as being involved.
So what, he gets off scot-free?
Will, look, I understand in view of your...
accusations, it might be awkward for you
to remain under Jake as Deputy.
So you going to transfer him?
No.
I was suggesting that you might
want to consider a transfer.
If it helps, I'd be more than happy to fast-track it for you.
I'll save you the trouble.
I'll resign.
Fuck the lot of them!
You can't resign. That... that just lets them win.
It's... it's pointless.
I actually used to believe in this shit, you know?
The... the system, justice being served, but there is no justice.
And the system, it protects the corrupt bastards!
God, you sound like me.
You wanna join the Red Right Hand?
Oh, you know what? Maybe you were right all along,
because in your view of the world, the right people got punished.
And I wound up here.
Yeah, but you're not propping up a steaming turd. I've...
- fuckin' had it! - Listen, Will, you cannot resign.
Whoa, shit!
Fuck, I know you're angry and disillusioned
and at the end of your tether right now, but with
Stewart as Deputy Governor,
and Ferguson as Top Dog,
the women need you now more than ever!
They can find another mug, okay? 'Cause it's fuckin' futile!
I need you.
Will, look at me.
I need to know
that there is at least one good guy
on the other side of those bars.
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Hey, Tina!
You know the screws reckon Doyle snapped Iman's neck.
Yeah, Franky's fuckin' psycho!
- Fuckin' mouth, ya silly cow! - Hey, listen up! Everybody, shut up!
Don't listen to bullshit rumours, okay?
Franky didn't do this, I swear to God.
- Oh, yeah, then who did, huh? - Yeah?
I don't fucking know. Maybe you did!
- You're fuckin' nuts! - Maybe she fuckin' did!
- Who killed Iman? - Yeah, well stop spreading bullshit
- rumours about Franky. - Don't fuckin' touch me!
Things are spinning out of control. Can you feel it?
Vera, your management is in a bit of a state.
Drugs, assaults, murders.
I'm gonna have to sideline you.
And I'm gonna assume the role of Acting Governor.
Francesca Doyle.
I'm here to formally charge you with the murder of Iman Farah.
I must inform you that you do not have to say or do anything,
but anything you say or do may be given in evidence.
Doyle's saying you killed Iman.
Fuck, Joan. Why?
It had the desired effect.
Vera being sidelined?
Everything is moving according to plan.
All that remains
is for me to deliver the coup de grāce.
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