All My Children Transcript Friday 9/3/04
Proofread by Mary Catherine and Gisele
Jamie: All right, Babe, I got your water -- no tampering, no -- Babe? Babe? Oh, God.
Maria: Michael Cambias' brother? Can't be. He's -- he's dead.
Zach: So was Maria Grey.
Maria: But Michael's brother died in a car accident. I -- I heard that story.
Zach: That's all it was, a story. I'm Alexander Cambias, Jr.
Kendall: Oh, this is -- this is fabulous. I mean, look at this. This is the -- this is the perfect weight, it's the perfect size. It's like -- it's like it was made for me. This is it. I'm the killer, and this is my secret weapon. Do you have any idea how perfect this is?
Ethan: What about this is making it so fabulous?
Kendall: Oh. Well, God, obviously, you haven't seen the back of this card.
Greenlee: "You are the victim." Come on, we're getting out of here. You're not moving.
Ryan: No, I'm not.
Greenlee: I'm your wife. In your vows, you said you would love, honor, and obey.
Ryan: No, I didn't.
Greenlee: You should have.
Ryan: Look, this is a game. It's in bad taste, but it's still -- it's just a game.
Greenlee: Come on. We both know it's more than that. I'm not playing anymore. I didn't just find you so I could lose you.
Ryan: You think I'm going someplace? You think I'm cutting loose and, you know, breaking free?
Greenlee: You're getting dead.
Ryan: Now, would I go and do something as stupid as that, now that I'm here, now that I'm insanely in love with you, and I can finally tell you that?
Greenlee: See, we should be celebrating, not playing pop goes the victim. I want you safe, in one piece.
Ryan: Well -- well, then you're in luck, because in real life, nobody yells, "Heads up" before they murder you, so you're stuck with me.
Greenlee: Even though this is a game, Zach Slater is in charge. Tell me he's a nice guy, and he's just throwing us a party just so we can be pals.
Ryan: Now, you know I don't think that, all right? But, you know, a jerk with a secret is a long way from murder one. That's all I'm saying.
Greenlee: Ryan --
Greenlee: Your radar stands up and salutes every time the guy walks into a room. You said there was something up with this fête, and it's not about peace, love, and charity.
Ryan: Yeah, I said something like that, but a lot less flowery.
Greenlee: You're trying to get me not to worry.
Ryan: No, no, I'm trying to get you to kiss me.
Greenlee: No, no, come on. Now, what if this is all a con? What if he's, like, just throwing champagne at us, he's going to throw money at Bianca's charity, all so we don't see what he's really up to?
Ryan: I understand. I understand, but death? It's not going to happen.
Greenlee: Even though one year ago today, Michael Cambias was murdered?
Ryan: Ok, so that's not a coincidence.
Greenlee: It's a freak fest. I don't like it. And I don't like this.
Ryan: Yeah? How do you like this?
Greenlee: I love --
Greenlee: I love you, Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah. Well, I love you.
Greenlee: Well, you're my husband.
Greenlee: And I don't want you to be the victim of Zach Slater.
Ryan: You know, I don't think he's the killer, because it would be way too much right on the nose. I think maybe you're the killer, and you're just trying to fake me out here, so I'm going to have to frisk you to make sure you're not packing.
Greenlee: No, no, I'm not the killer. And as far as I'm concerned, you're not the victim. I already got you away from crazy Kendall. I'm not handing you over to Slater now.
Zach: You're not afraid of me.
Maria: You're not a dead man's dead brother. I -- it's just -- it's just not possible.
Zach: They never found my remains.
Maria: His remains.
Zach: No, that's because I was never anywhere near the crash. My brother and I engineered the accident. And we made sure that the fire was so intense that the only thing left of Alexander Cambias, Jr. were his ashes.
Maria: So you've risen again like a phoenix or something? You want me to believe that? I --
Zach: I had to do something. And Michael helped me do it. Because he knew that the only way to save me was to let me die.
Maria: It all sounds very cosmic and -- and profound, but --
Zach: I'm trying to explain something to you. I was trapped. The Cambias name, the Cambias empire. There was no getting away from it. There was no way out.
Maria: Well, you know, it's just that some people would maybe do a year abroad, or -- or go to college, like in Utah or something like that. That's normally how you get out from underneath an overbearing parent.
Zach: I could never run far enough. And Michael and I were a team, and our loyalty was to each other. Forget the crazy old man.
Maria: But he was your father.
Zach: I know who he was. I know. And being Alexander's firstborn ate me alive. So I -- I just assumed that I was better off dead. And that's what Michael helped me do. I owe him my life.
Maria: "Owe him"? You can't face the truth about your brother. And that's what this whole game was about.
Ethan: I hate to be a buzz kill, but I'm sure you'll find that the owner filled that gun with blanks.
Kendall: I know that! I know that. This -- this is symbolic. It's a metaphor. I am holding total catharsis right in my hot little hands.
Ethan: Really? It looks like a .38 to me.
Kendall: All right. You're new here, so I'll fill you in. I live in the undertow, Ethan, caught in the water, thrashing around until I get sucked under again, fighting what I feel for Ryan. You know that -- that out-of-control feeling when you -- you can't have what you want, no matter how hard that you try? You're just never going to get it?
Ethan: Yeah, I know you're right. I have no idea about wanting something and not getting it.
Kendall: It comes out in my dreams all the time. I have destroyed Ryan Lavery one thousand times. Guns and knives and -- and poison and fire. I've pushed him off the edge of our cliff -- anything to keep him out of my dreams and out of my head. And here it is -- an engraved permission slip. Plus, I'll get a few bucks for Miranda's Center.
Ethan: Seems like you don't need a dress rehearsal.
Kendall: When a man makes a woman believe that he loves her, and then betrays her, he deserves whatever evil he gets.
Jamie: Can I see your hall pass?
Babe: Let me go.
Jamie: Not a good idea.
Babe: Listen, I just want to talk to J.R. I just want to make him see sense and tell me where Bess is.
Jamie: As I said --
Babe: Jamie, this is the only idea that I have. It has to work. Do you realize that J.R. could maybe never bring her back? When I brought her home from the hospital, it became my job to protect her and keep her safe. She needs me right now.
Jamie: J.R. will laugh or threaten you for the zillionth time.
Jamie: And when that happens -- just come on.
Babe: I'll just -- I'll think of something.
Jamie: Don't wave red meat at a starving tiger. Leave him alone.
J.R.: You better get a refund from that cowgirl camp. You know, it's nice of you and Babe to make my case for me. An unfit mother, a psycho mother-in-law. Thank you, kindly.
Krystal: You know what, you can tell that judge just stay tucked away in your pocket. The plans I've got for you will keep this family squabble just between us.
J.R.: You know, you got spunk, Krystal. Like nails on a chalkboard. If blowing up my car didn't do the trick, did you think bondage would sway me? Well, I guess you did have to do something to turn Tad's head.
Krystal: Oh. Well, sneer all you want, Junior, but just so you know it, you were this close to being tied to a chair and having a car battery hooked up to your privates.
J.R.: My what?
Krystal: I am not going to stop until Bess is back in her mama's arms. I'm going to get that information. And if it hurts you, then fine!
J.R.: Can you get this? What Babe wants or needs -- I don't really care.
Krystal: Yeah, well, I bet you if I zapped you a few times with that car battery, I bet you'd care then!
David: Now, now, Krystal. Violence is almost never the answer.
J.R.: Oh! Can someone just lock the front door for once, please?
Krystal: Unless you have a needle with his name on it, I suggest you shut up, grab a rope, and start tying while I go for that car battery.
David: First do not harm, Krystal.
Krystal: Oh, yeah? Well, no lab coat, no paycheck, no pesky oath. I'm good to go.
J.R.: Then go.
David: I can't help you. J.R. stays a free man, and for now, his vitals remain unscathed.
Krystal: Oh, come on, don't wuss out on me now.
David: Well --
Krystal: You want this as bad as I do.
David: Electromotive force is complicated. You use too much juice and you could end up killing someone.
Krystal: Oh, so give me the bad news. And whose side are you on, anyway?
David: Well, you see, choosing sides kind of implies that there's no solution possible.
J.R.: Oh, kiss off, Hayward.
Krystal: Yeah, and kiss mine while you're at it.
David: Well, you see that? You two are already starting to agree. I think this is going to go really well.
Babe: I am not some baby that you can just boss around!
Jamie: Here, drink this.
Babe: No. Jamie, my arms are still empty and my heart still hurts. That little girl is out there without a mother to keep her safe and tell her that everything is going to be all right. How could he do this? How could he even think that this is right?
Jamie: Because J.R. only thinks about what's right for J.R.
Babe: Not J.R. God, Jamie. But in Bess' tiny little world, they might as well be the same thing, because life-and-death decisions are coming down to that jerk in the library. The man upstairs should be calling these shots.
Jamie: God will never leave you hanging. And Bess will be back with you soon. Babe, fighting the Chandlers is like no fight you've ever seen.
Jamie: No rules. You pound until you're bloody and raw, and then you pound some more. Eventually, they get cocky and careless. Only then is it a fair fight.
Babe: Yeah. Well, J.R.'s always been cocky, and he's never once been fair. So what now?
Jamie: Stay calm. Don't do or say anything J.R. can use in court.
Babe: Come on, Jamie! You and I both know that I could be Saint Babe in that court, and they're not going to help me. We were already supposed to hear on a ruling from the judge, but still no word and no Bess. He's winning, Jamie. He has everything and I have nothing!
Jamie: Shh. You have friends, Babe. People that want you and your baby back together.
Babe: I know, but --
Jamie: They're working on it. Maybe doing things they don't want to brag about because something like this means they have to do whatever it takes. So let them help.
Babe: But I can't just sit here and do nothing. I owe Bess.
Jamie: I'm not saying do nothing. I'm saying stay strong. Get some sleep. Be ready for when the world makes sense again.
Zach: No, I can face the truth about my brother. I know who he was. I know him better than anyone.
Maria: No, and I don't doubt that. I don't doubt that you were close, but you were kids when that happened.
Zach: I know what matters. I also know about the good people of Pine Valley. Look at them. Listen to them. Every base instinct, every vicious motive. There's nothing pure or honest or decent about any one of them. Oh, I know the truth about my brother. And the truth is that he was murdered in cold blood.
Maria: No, he wasn't. Bianca Montgomery killed him. He was not murdered. And he died because he hurt her, and he was going to hurt her again.
Zach: No, you're wrong. One of my guests murdered my brother. And I swear I won't sleep again until I find out who it was.
Maria: I know that -- I know how painful this must be for you to think about the man that he had become after -- I mean, this kid that you loved and you protected --
Zach: That wasn't him -- wait, hey. Those -- those things couldn't be said about my brother.
Maria: No, but -- but they are. He was the kind of man who raped a woman and got away with it. Zach, you don't know -- you weren't here. You don't know what happened. You -- you knew the kid that he was, yes, but you didn't know the man that he became. And he did do the things that Bianca said that he did, and he would not have stopped! He died because of it.
Zach: Do you think that garbage was part of God's plan?
Maria: I don't know -- I don't know what you're saying.
Zach: Because that's where they buried my brother. Covered in filth and waste. Left to rot and -- so -- so why don't you hold on to that picture in your mind when you tell me about your friends and neighbors of Pine Valley.
Maria: I'm sorry. I'm -- I -- I don't -- I don't agree with what they did. I'm sorry, but he hurt somebody that they really cared about, a good, honest girl that -- that people thought of as their sister and thought of like their daughter. And he -- he did those destructive, cruel things.
Zach: Will you do me a favor? Just for one second. Just forget that you live here and that you work here. Forget your loyalties and your preconceptions. Look me in the eye and tell me that -- tell me that each and every one of these people is innocent.
Maria: I don't have to say it. Because Bianca already admitted it in court. It wasn't easy for her to --
Zach: Whew. No, that's not what happened.
Zach: No, she was -- she was fed a very convenient story of self-defense to cover somebody else's sins.
Maria: Who else's sins? Who was going to stand behind an innocent girl like that?
Zach: Have you been paying attention?
Zach: Have you been watching this? And you still think that these people are angels on earth? Cheats, drunks, liars, and thieves! David Hayward, renowned heart surgeon, right? He just got through nailing somebody into a package crate! Adam Chandler. He sent off his only granddaughter because he didn't want her to be around her mother. And what? No! You're telling me that these people -- these pathetic people were just innocent bystanders to my brother's murder?
David: People who steal young mothers' babies usually end up losing something they really love.
J.R.: Well, Krystal already blew up my classic Duesenberg. Not enough jollies for you? Well, she stomped my $26,000 watch. How about smashed my plasma screen -- $12,000. Or better yet, shred my pinstripe suit -- 4 K. Be my guest. They'll all be replaced by morning.
David: Wow! The best toys, the best house, the best life. And all given to you by the daddy whom you love so much. Isn't it funny that you two didn't see eye to eye in the beginning? And now, you just adore him. And he dotes on you. Oh, that and a $26,000 watch. Man, could I be you for one day?
J.R.: Would you get a load of that. My insanely expensive watch says it's time for you to get to the point or go!
David: Sure thing. Oh, but before I do, let me ask you one question. Does Adam get uncomfortable in -- in close spaces? Small, tight, dark places?
J.R.: What are you saying? That you want me to believe that you got my dad stashed in some cave?
David: Hmm -- well, not a cave per se. And of course, this is strictly hypothetical, all right? But does your father -- does he suffer anxiety attacks or shortness of breath? Heart palpitations when he's stuck in a really tight place that -- well, he can't possibly break free from?
Krystal: Well, I take it all back, Dr. Death. You are the go-to guy.
Kendall: I don't want to hate him anymore. I just -- I want things to be different, but -- but they're not and they'll never be. So he -- so he gave me no choice.
Ethan: Listen, don't let this hate drag you down. You have in your hand a release. Scour him from your heart. Be done with him. Slater has given you a silver-plated party favor. It's nothing less than Ryan deserves.
Kendall: I gave pieces to that man -- pieces of myself that I never gave to anyone else. He loved me. He told me it was forever, and I listened. He -- though there were times when it was hard, but I knew -- I knew -- I knew underneath that he loved me. He said it was forever. He told me that it was forever, and I believed him. And then suddenly he just stopped. He just stopped loving me. And he told me it was forever. And now he's with Greenlee. I don't understand. How can he do that and -- and really, truly have ever loved me at all?
Ethan: He wants whatever he wants.
Kendall: Yeah, and what he doesn't want is me.
Ethan: If this is too much, forget it. Forget the game. Forget Ryan. Give me the gun. Tell Slater too bad. Let it go, Kendall.
Kendall: No, it -- but it won't let me go. I can't just walk away from this. It'll never be done.
Ethan: Then you have your answer, Ms. Hart. You point, you aim, and you pull.
Kendall: All right, I can't -- I can't let you help, but I can let you watch.
Ethan: No, no. Have Slater call me a cheater because I know whodunit? No.
Kendall: No, the host wants you to have an amazing time, and you'll be guaranteed a smile if you watch Ryan drop. Besides, Miranda's charity will get a huge chunk of change for this.
Ethan: I suppose if it's all in a good cause, a little bit of murder wouldn't hurt anybody.
Ryan: Zach is just a power trip kind of guy. This is just for kicks. This is just an expensive, complicated head game. Nobody is leaving here in a Pine box.
Greenlee: That doesn't mean that it's not harmless.
Ryan: It's not fatal, ok? That's key. Yes, Zach bugs me. He knows that I'm going to dig, because he knows that I know he's got a secret. All right, so what?
Greenlee: So, this.
Ryan: What are the odds somebody's going to get hurt?
Greenlee: What are the odds that you'd meet an old man in the desert worth a gazillion dollars?
Ryan: All right. So that just proves that I'm lucky and that I always land on my feet. Well, that's exhibit A and you are exhibit B through C.
Greenlee: It doesn't feel right.
Ryan: We're going to be home soon. This is all going to be -- our home. Not as roommates. You're -- you're the love and you are the life that I never thought that I would have again. I am not going to let anyone get in the way of that.
Greenlee: All right. I give. It's just a game, and you're safe. And my faith in you knows no bounds.
Ryan: Ok. Just remember those words next time I try to convince you to go bungee jumping.
Greenlee: Hey, if you're into extreme sports, I'll take you back to the room and show you how happy I am, that I'm your wife.
Kendall: Plugging you through the back hardly seems sporting, not to mention the collateral damage. The bullet would go straight through you and right into your Missis. While obviously appealing, that's not what our host had in mind. So, yours is the only corpse tonight. Aren't you special, Ryan?
Ryan: Didn't ask for my part, Kendall, and I don't really plan to talk this to death.
Kendall: Oh, don't tell me you're not pleased about your role. You're the center of this whole drama. What else is new?
Greenlee: Just what I was thinking. So much for Zach and his creative thinking. Kendall as the killer. Irony is dead.
Kendall: Oh, you're looking awfully calm in the face of tragedy.
Greenlee: Not calm, bored. Kendall as whacko, Kendall as woman scorned, Kendall as vengeful she-devil bent on destruction. Yawn.
Kendall: You know, come to think of it, Ethan, maybe I should shoot Greenlee right now. It would shut her up for a few minutes, don't you think? Oh. Well, I guess he thought we deserved a little privacy.
Ryan: So you made Ramsey your new playmate? Why am I not surprised?
Greenlee: Because it makes loads of sense. They're both bitter, misguided, and ready to blow. Say you'll invite us to the wedding. It's only fair since you were at ours -- sort of.
Kendall: You know, Greenlee, you and I -- we're not really close anymore, but if I shot you right now, that would connect us forever. It's kind of sweet, don't you think?
Ryan: Kendall, are you incapable of following rules?
Greenlee: Rules require a degree of rational thought.
Ryan: You could have just hid in the bushes and pulled the trigger, but, no, you had to come out here, and you had to harass my wife, as usual. Well, she doesn't have to guess who the killer is now, does she?
Kendall: Oh, you're worried about playing fair? Oh, well, buck up, Greenlee. I guess irony isn't dead, after all. Maybe if I pump it full of bullets a few times --
Ryan: Ok, Kendall, let's just move it along. All right, you're the killer, I'm the victim. You got the gun. Pull the trigger so we can raise some money for Bianca and get out of here and go home, all right? I got other things I'd rather be doing. Go ahead.
Kendall: You just can't get away fast enough, can you?
Ryan: Can you blame me?
Kendall: Every waking moment.
Ryan: Anytime now, Kendall.
Kendall: Fine. They say it's the most painful in the stomach. I only hope it hurts enough.
Greenlee: Blanks or not, you're going to have to go through me to get to Ryan.
Zach: Hayward left you wandering the desert as a woman named Maureen. I think a guy like that could kill my brother.
Maria: I'm not saying that he couldn't. I'm just saying that he didn't. I'm saying he didn't because there was an ugly chain of events that lead to your brother's death. You know Bianca. Bianca is a good, honest girl.
Zach: This isn't about her.
Maria: Yeah, it is about her, because she was the only one who was brave enough to stand up and speak out against Michael, and she was brave enough to carry that baby that she conceived. The Miranda Montgomery Center is dedicated to your late niece, a child of rape.
Zach: No. No, my brother did not grow up to be a monster. He didn't have it in him, Maria. And, no, I don't know what happened. I have no idea. Maybe Bianca got confused about the shooting, or maybe she's trying to cover up for her sister. Or maybe Kendall convinced her to take the fall. I don't know. Or maybe it's Ryan. Pretty-boy Ryan. He's got a motive, you know. He was trying to steal Michael's inheritance. Now he has it.
Maria: No, Michael was -- Michael's father gave it to him. Your father gave it to Ryan. He didn't steal it!
Zach: Ryan Lavery --
Maria: He didn't need to steal it.
Zach: Is a billionaire because my little brother is dead. You don't see the connection?
Maria: I see the connection! I see the connection that you can't accept how your brother died until you accept how he lived. Zach, he was sick. He was very sick, and he was cruel.
Maria: And he died because of the person that he was. He died because of the way he lived. No one -- no one else.
Zach: You're wrong about that. And tonight I'm going to change your mind.
J.R.: You know, Krystal, you're like David's dream audience. Buying anything he tries to shuffle. Tough luck, David. I already talked to my dad tonight. He was in wide-open spaces and reminding us how lucky we are.
David: Yeah, I know you spoke with him, J.R. I was standing right behind him at the casino bar when he hung up. But, actually, I knew that you would be calling him because -- well, I mean, after all, you had to plot your next move with Bess, right?
J.R.: My father is only concerned with Bess' well being. He's a loving grandparent with the best intentions.
Krystal: How can somebody so young get so twisted?
David: Uh-huh. That's another interesting debate. Nature, nurture.
J.R.: Oh, gosh. This is like death by boredom.
David: I've got a great idea. Why don't you call him? I'd say about now, he's probably -- well, still playing Slater's murder game, so why don't you call him and see how it's going? If your daddy is sniffing clues, scotch in one hand, magnifying glass in the other, I'll say I'm sorry and be on my way.
J.R.: On what planet do I take orders from you?
Krystal: Oh, that's right. Only Adam is the boss of you.
J.R.: I don't take orders from anyone.
David: Hmm. Yeah, Krystal, we need to give the kid some credit. I'm sure he makes a decision every now and again. I mean, after all, if Daddy were to be taken out of the loop, unable to pull any strings, what then?
J.R.: Then I would see that you rot in jail for kidnapping.
David: But I never did anything. Hey, my hands are totally clean.
J.R.: Then how would you know that he's caged somewhere?
Krystal: Hypothetically caged. I heard the whole thing. But now, if Adam were missing, then maybe he just needed to take a break from all the anger and the tension, you know? Take an outing, like Bess.
J.R.: This conversation is stupid and boring. What a surprise.
Krystal: Well, then why don't we just spice it up a little bit, huh? Why don't we call Daddy-o right now? Oh, I wouldn't want you to think I'm fibbing.
J.R.: It's his voicemail. He told me I probably wouldn't speak to him tonight.
David: Yeah, I'm sure he's having such a great time that he just had to turn it off. Or not.
Babe: My baby! Please -- please, I have to save my baby! Please, my baby! Don't take my baby!
Babe: Put me -- my baby! No, please, don't leave! My baby! No!
Babe: My baby's dead! My baby --
Jamie: Is alive and waiting to come back to you.
Babe: No, not Bess.
Jamie: No, not Bess. She's fine.
Babe: You don't know that. She could be out there and she could be scared, and she could be lonely and she could be crying for me right now and not even know that I care. But I do, with all my heart.
Jamie: Babies know when they're being loved. Bess feels it, no matter where she is.
Babe: No, Adam -- he has -- he has a jet and plenty of cash. He and J.R. -- they could take her far away somewhere without courts and judges. And we could never see her sweet face again.
Jamie: Shh. Babe, close your eyes. Please. I want you to remember what she feels like in your arms. How she smells. How soft her hair is. How she looks at you like you're the sun and the moon. Can you feel her?
Babe: Like heaven wrapped in a pink chenille blanket.
Jamie: Hold on to that.
Babe: You swear she's safe?
Jamie: And she'll be back in your arms soon.
Babe: I would fly into 1,000 pieces if you weren't here with me.
Jamie: And that's why I'm not going anywhere.
Babe: I don't deserve you. But I'm really glad that you're here. Not yet. Just a little while longer.
Jamie: Do you ever wonder how different your life would be if you made just one different choice?
Babe: Yeah. Only all day and all night.
Jamie: Some choices aren't ours to make. That's the one I regret the most.
Babe: What -- what is it?
Jamie: I wish the baby had turned out to be mine, not J.R.'s. What did I say?
Kendall: Move, Greenlee.
Greenlee: And give you the satisfaction of shooting my husband?
Kendall: This is not your call.
Greenlee: Look at you. You want to pull the trigger so bad, you can taste it. News flash -- this is a game, and the gun is a fake. Yell "bang" and beat it.
David: Crazy? Bluff?
Krystal: You have Adam Chandler in a box?
David: Would you like Adam in a box? Would you like Adam with a fox?
Kendall: Bang. And down he goes.
Greenlee: Shut up, Kendall.
Zach: There you have it.
Kendall: You know, I wonder if I should --
Zach: Gentle, peace-loving folk of Pine Valley.
Kendall: Any good killer would.
Zach: Hate, revenge, and obsession.
Maria: This is not about these people, this is about your brother.
Zach: The jury's still out on my brother.
Kendall: He has to stay dead. Come on.
Zach: But these people -- all you have to do is look at them.
Kendall: At least someone knows how to play. Nicely done. Very, very melodramatic. They say I'm melodramatic. Way to milk a death scene. Wow!
Greenlee: Come on, Ryan. Come on, come on. Let's go. Oh, my God. You shot him.
>> Next week on "All My Children" --
Tad: I never thought I'd hear myself say this. Hayward, I need your help.
Kendall: Maybe I did do it. Maybe I'm guilty!
Greenlee: He'll be fine. He has to be. I already lost one husband.
Michael: Welcome to my world.
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