All My Children Transcript Tuesday 7/29/08
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J.R.: Well, that's why I like you, Statton. You know how to back a winner. So what will it be? You going to help me lead the charge with the rest of the board members? The old, uh, used-up Chandler out? The new fresh, motivated Chandler in.
Statton: You make the push to replace your old man, and we'll be behind you.
J.R.: I knew I could count on you. I'll see you at the vote on Thursday.
Babe: Man, are you working it. When you said you were going to take over Chandler --
J.R.: You didn't think I'd follow through.
Babe: Well, your follow-through is excellent, Mr. Chandler. It's your methods that scare the pants off of me.
J.R.: Hmm, my God, that's a nice image. Tell me more.
Babe: I'm serious, J.R. I'm warning you.
J.R.: Not to become my father or get under his thumb? It's not going to happen this time. This time I'm going to be the only Adam Chandler left standing.
Adam: You're late. Is your retainer too large? Do I have to whittle it down to get your attention?
Barry: I was doing your bidding, as usual.
Adam: Did you get rid of the damn car?
Barry: It's been shredded and recycled.
Adam: Ok, no file, no paperwork. That car, my daughter's car, has to be obliterated from the face of the earth.
Barry: The car involved in the accident was crushed, broken into pieces, and sent to six different countries. It's how these things are done.
Adam: Yeah --
Barry: Oh, and, of course, all traces of blood were chemically removed beforehand.
Adam: Just keep your voice down. Too many people know too much already.
Barry: I just want you assured every precaution was taken.
Adam: Fire bomb it, blast it into space -- just make sure that care doesn't come back to haunt my daughter.
Angie: Hiding your art from your mother? What happened to, "Mommy, look what I made?"
Cassandra: Mom, I was 5.
Angie: "Uh, Mom, do you think my perspective is off?" You weren't 5 then.
Cassandra: Well, maybe I'm not ready to talk about this one yet. It's not what you want to talk about anyway, is it?
Angie: You're right. It's not.
Cassandra: Well, I know what you're going to ask, so I'll tell you everything.
Jesse: Doctor --
Frankie: What do you --
Jesse: What was that oath? "First, do no harm."
Jesse: So what do you call these injuries, lacerations, hematoma?
Frankie: I call it my business and not yours.
Jesse: You know what? A woman-hating pimp gets beat down. The perp matches your description. That's my business, Frankie.
Frankie: Hey, hey, he came to our house, was in your wife's face, and jumped on my sister. He got a warning.
Jesse: Fletcher was not after your sister.
Frankie: Oh, what, is he just dogging her every move?
Jesse: It was one of my men from the force.
Frankie: Wait -- you put a tail on Cass?
Jesse: He was supposed to keep an eye on her.
Frankie: Yeah, well --
Jesse: Make sure she was safe.
Frankie: Yeah, well, he scared the hell out of her.
Jesse: And he got his ass handed to him. I screwed up. I screwed up bad, all right? And then you come along, and you screw up even more!
Frankie: You know what? It doesn't matter. Fletcher thought he was untouchable, and now he knows better.
Jesse: You risked your job. You risked your freedom. You risked your license for no reason, Frankie.
Frankie: You want a reason? Her name is Randi, and guess what, I don't have any regrets. I got none.
Angie: Turning pager off. I'm all yours.
Cassandra: You don't have to do that, Mom. It's not going to take that long. Ok, um, well, first of all, I haven't picked a major yet. I know it's not going to be pre-med, though. Um, I like hanging out with Colby, but I know, I don't have to do it 24/7. And, yes, Dré and I are getting closer, but nothing like that is happening, so don't worry. And if you never want to ask me again, that's cool, too. You know, we could kind of get beyond that.
Angie: That's, um -- thank you for telling me.
Cassandra: Cool, so turn your pager back on. There's no more to tell.
Angie: Well, honey, there is, uh, more that I need to tell you.
Cassandra: Ok, sorry, go ahead.
Angie: It's, um, it's important that you know how much we love you and want you to be safe.
Cassandra: Who's "we"? What are you trying to say?
Angie: I'm saying that you are very, very special to Jesse. You know, I think about that poem that he left for you before the wedding, that jewelry, and -- who was that poet again?
Cassandra: Her name's Anais Nin, but what's going on?
Angie: You -- you don't have to be scared of that pimp, Fletcher. He -- he's -- he wasn't the one that was following you.
Cassandra: How do you know that?
Angie: And the man that you saw meant you no harm. Honey, he was a cop, and he just got his orders confused.
Cassandra: Orders, from who? Jesse had me followed?
Colby: Did you follow me here?
Krystal: Would you be mad if I said yes?
Colby: I like it here. The water makes the same sound over and over.
Krystal: White noise. For me, it's rain on a tin roof. Pull the covers up, listen in the dark -- makes you feel like you're in a cocoon, all safe.
Colby: Sounds perfect.
Krystal: Rum -- ahem.
Colby: Are you going to narc me out to my dad or Tad, J.R.?
Krystal: I'd rather make a deal with you.
Colby: Blackmail. Go for it. You were a Chandler once.
Krystal: Talk to me. Tell me why a smart, pretty girl is drinking alone at the beach.
Colby: I'm not alone anymore. We can share.
Colby: I wake up wanting to just go back to sleep. You know how it feels when you run on -- on loose sand?
Krystal: It might help to talk.
Colby: It's nothing. Just boys and summer and college -- I'll -- I'll be back to normal soon.
Krystal: Colby, I know what happened on the way back from the lodge. Your daddy told me everything about how Richie Novak died. Oh, honey.
J.R.: Has Colby said anything to you? Did she smell like booze?
Babe: No, and no, but --
J.R.: Never mind. Moving on.
Babe: Such a loving brother.
J.R.: And son. Don't forget that one.
Babe: That's why you're getting board votes in line, to toss Adam as chairman.
J.R.: The vote is on Thursday. And as far as that call is concerned, every board member is behind yours truly. Chandler Enterprise hasn't bounced back since the "Wall Street Herald" outed my father as deranged.
Babe: So convenient about that cover story, huh?
J.R.: What, did you think I planted it?
Babe: Do I want to know?
J.R.: That's up to you.
Babe: Yeah, I want to know.
J.R.: Yeah, I planted it. Ok, here it comes.
Babe: Thank you for being honest.
J.R.: That's it?
Babe: What were you thinking? I hate it, J.R. I hate it when you get sucked in, and you become all vicious and sneaky.
J.R.: And I thought you were behind me.
Babe: Yeah, if you didn't go all nasty and twisted.
J.R.: Yeah, I planted it. But it had nothing to do with work. I wasn't even thinking about that then. It was about my dad throwing my mom's name around, hiding my 6-year-old sister. The board thing was just a bonus.
Babe: I think that it's a bunch of excuses. I want to be behind you, J.R. But -- but it's about Colby and Little Adam, too. What happens if 10 or 20 years, you start battling with him just like Adam battles with you?
J.R.: No, no. This is the war to end all wars. There's no more back and forth, no more tug of war. I'm taking over Chandler for good. There's going to be plenty of room for Little Adam, Colby, the entire family.
Babe: Except for your father?
J.R.: Exactly. My first order of business is to take over Fusion and put you in charge.
Statton: Adam, Barry. I don't have long.
Barry: Golf or squash?
Adam: Could we cut to the chase, gentlemen? My son is approaching board members, asking them to rally around him for a vote. You spoke with him, I assume?
Statton: Today, in fact.
Adam: Well. Well, what did you say when he asked for your support?
Statton: I told him that he has my vote and every other vote on the board behind him.
Adam: Exactly as I requested. Well done.
Waiter: Do you need a chair, drink?
Adam: No, no, he's not staying. It's tee time. You and the rest of the board, I'm pleased. You obviously know how to back a winner.
Statton: That you are, Adam. That you are. Barry.
Barry: You always get such a kick out of double dealing, even against your own son.
Adam: When a son thinks he has nothing left to learn from his father, he's going to get what he deserves.
Jesse: So you beat Fletcher up for this girl. What -- what is -- what is she to you? What -- what's going -- she's got your nose wide open. How deep does it go? Y'all doing the duece?
Frankie: Wow, really? Wow, you're going to come at me like that, really?
Jesse: Just trying to figure out the relationship, trying to understand the dynamic. Help me out.
Frankie: Bottom line, you have your justice, and I have mine. We'll see which one keeps that pimp away from Randi.
Jesse: Listen, do I need to take you down to the station? Because either here or there, you will talk to me.
Frankie: Oh, well, look, Chief, do your job. Cuff me. Take me down for the perp walk -- whatever. Otherwise, you're just talking, and I ain't really trying to hear it.
Cassandra: Is my phone tapped? Have you been listening in?
Angie: Would we have heard something you didn't want us to know?
Cassandra: No. God, I told you. When did you stop trusting me?
Angie: Of course, I trust you.
Cassandra: No, you don't, because you're questioning me right now, aren't you? It's, like, you work for Jesse now?
Angie: I know this may be upsetting, honey.
Cassandra: My own stepfather had a tail on me like I'm some kind of criminal.
Angie: It was a mistake. This was about your safety.
Cassandra: Papel is history. Unless there's something else you're not telling me.
Angie: No, I'm not keeping anything from you. Now, can you say the same because something isn't right, and you can't lie to me because I know you too well.
Cassandra: Mom, no, you can't do that. Stop.
Angie: Stop it. This is what's in your head? Why, Cassandra?
Cassandra: Did you tell Jesse he crossed the line, or did you just say, "Baby, it's ok. You know, I'm so glad you're alive" -- like you always do?
Frankie: Look around, Dad. This is my office, where I work, and you come in here huffing and puffing like you're the man in charge.
Jesse: Oh, I thought your work was swooping in and stomping pimps.
Frankie: When Fletcher stops beating up on women, then I'll go back to my day job, ok?
Jesse: Well, tell me this, Dr. Day Job. Is Randi any safer now that you've taught Fletcher a lesson? You think he's going to slink away under a rock, leave you alone? You know what? Maybe now he'll know better than to mess with you, so maybe he'll just take it out on her!
Frankie: I hear you.
Jesse: Can you look at me when you say that, please?
Frankie: I hear you -- loud and clear. Now I have to go back and kill him.
Cassandra: So you gave Jesse a free pass to invade my privacy?
Angie: I love you, and I respect you. You show me the same respect, and watch your tone.
Cassandra: Look, I came to this town, and you already had your little family back. You and Jesse and Frankie, like Daddy never existed. You asked me to give Jesse a chance and to trust him, and I did. So why is it ok he doesn't trust me?
Angie: All this noise, and I still see a secret hiding behind your eyes.
Cassandra: Don't talk to me like I'm a kid.
Angie: I've got news for you. Baby, you will always be my little girl, and I will always protect you. Always.
Cassandra: Then protect me from your policeman husband.
Angie: Right now this is about what you're hiding. Tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is, you can tell me.
Cassandra: I want to go back to Paris and live with Daddy.
Intern: Great call, Dr. Hubbard. Oncology is all over it. But first, Ortho is taking a patient to surgery. You want to observe?
Frankie: Uh, you go ahead. Have a blast. Knock yourself out.
Jesse: You see that? Call that hero worship. Now won't you go run tell Skippy what it is you really want to do -- play thug life and kill a pimp. See how that goes over. Oh, healer of man.
Frankie: A man who treats a woman like that, slaps her around, beats her up, he ain't a man at all.
Krystal: You feel better?
Colby: Yeah. No, nothing's changed except now you know what I am.
Krystal: Colby, I know you. I know you down to your soul. And your eyes and your -- your voice and your hands, they -- they kept me sane. And they brought Jenny into this world. And nothing, and I -- I mean nothing could stop me from loving you.
Colby: Richie Novak's dead, and I keep acting like I'm all brave and it will be fine, but I'm not. And it won't -- we can't take it back or undo it. Did you know Daddy got rid of my car?
Krystal: Figured as much.
Colby: Did you figure why? Like, maybe it was because there was evidence all over it.
Colby: Human blood.
Krystal: Colby, you didn't mean to.
Colby: We didn't even stop. We didn't try to find out what it was. It was only after we heard the news that Richie Novak was murdered we even put it together.
Krystal: Oh, listen to me. Murder means intent, and you did not intend to hurt anybody. You didn't hit Richie Novak on purpose.
Colby: I didn't hit him.
Krystal: Ok, all right, if that's the way you want it to be, then I -- then I understand.
Colby: No, no, you don't get it. I mean, I wasn't driving. I was too loaded.
Colby: No. She was too busy holding my hair while I puked.
Krystal: Then who?
Colby: Dré and Ren had come up to the lodge, brought some beer for me, Corrina, and Cass. Ren and Corrina left early. Long ugly story -- also, all my fault. So Dré said he'd drive me and Cass back to P.V. and then we hit something. They wanted to go back, but I was so sick and smelly and whined to go home. I didn't see if what we hit was alive or dead -- didn't call 911. We just fled the scene. Pete Cortlandt tested the blood, kept our secret. I watch TV. He's probably an accessory after the fact now. Krystal, it really feels like murder, and it's on all of us.
Adam: My son thinks he has the entire board in his back pocket. But, in fact, it's in my back pocket.
Barry: And you'll ambush him without warning.
Adam: Did he give me any warning when he smeared my sanity across the media?
Stuart: Oh, Adam. I -- I just delivered a landscape for the lobby.
Barry: Well, I'll, uh, make my goodbyes. Adam, speak with you later. Stuart, always a pleasure.
Stuart: Bye-bye. Bye-bye, Barry.
Adam: Have a seat, Stuart. Have a soda, water?
Stuart: You only call Barry in when you're up to some kind of dirty work. What kind of dirty dealing are you doing, Adam?
J.R.: Currently, the company's information technology is being contracted to one of my dad's buddies from when Chandler was founded. Now, we're six months behind the I.T. curve at all times which means we have to augment with subcontractors, and my father's just not going to change it.
Babe: What happens if Chandler brings our I.T. in house?
J.R.: Well, we save 200 K.
Babe: Well, that's something, but for a multimillion-dollar company --
J.R.: A month. 200 k a month.
Babe: And how many departments have you audited?
J.R.: Well, five so far. If we restructure those, that would save us 14 million a year.
Babe: And bank it, dividends?
J.R.: Well, we divert the -- most of it into the company, and the rest we would convert into, I don't know, a few thousand perma-temps.
Babe: Full-time workers with no benefits.
J.R.: Full-time employees with full benefits. I mean, there's a reason why Chandler has such a high employee turnover rate. It's because we're not competitive.
Babe: And if there's one thing you are deep down in your bones, it's that you're competitive.
J.R.: I know. So, am I still turning into my father?
Babe: Well, planting that story about Adam's mental breakdown royally stinks, but seeing everything here and everything that you're trying to do, I have to admit I'm impressed. And what I want to do --
[Babe screams when the lights go out]
J.R.: It's ok.
Babe: Oh, God, J.R.
J.R.: It's all right, I'm here.
Woman: Sorry, Mr. Chandler. They're replacing the chandelier in the lobby, flipped the wrong breaker.
J.R.: Yeah, uh, Gina, can you do me a favor, shut the doors, hold all my phone calls? Hey, come here.
Babe: No, it's fine, really, ok? It's just --
J.R.: The lights. It took you back to when Richie grabbed you. That son of a --
Babe: Please, J.R., ok? Just let me --
J.R.: Be terrified? No, I'm not going to let you. Richie's dead. He can't hurt you anymore.
Babe: I know that, at least -- at least my brain does.
J.R.: Ah, it just bothers me that sicko still has you shivering. You know, if he wasn't dead, I'd kill him myself.
Babe: Stop, J.R. Don't say that. I can't handle thinking about you landing in jail. I need you too much.
Stuart: I saw Jesse on the grounds at home the other day.
Adam: Ah, well, he's turning out to be just about as big a pain as Derek Frye ever was.
Stuart: You told Jesse that -- that the car was stolen before anybody had a chance to drive it.
Adam: The insurance will cover the, uh, replacement soon enough.
Stuart: But Colby drove the car. I saw her with my own eyes.
Adam: No, Stuart, you didn't.
Colby: I know what you think. We should tell, turn ourselves in, take our punishment.
Krystal: I'll tell you just what I told Jesse. I don't think anybody should have to pay for Richie's death. That man was all kinds of twisted and who knows what kind of damage he would have caused next.
Krystal: I don't give a damn about him. But you, sweetheart, the thought of you and all those other kids, with this hanging over your heads --
Colby: It won't go away.
Krystal: Honey, I will hold your hand and not let go if you want to talk to Jesse and explain to him that it was an accident. You're scared, just like anybody would be. Jesse is a good and decent smart man. He'll understand.
Colby: What about everyone else? The papers and bloggers are -- are already looking for dirt on Dré's dad. It would be a huge scandal, trash his run for Senate, and anything Jesse does, it'll screw him up. They'll say he pulled strings for his stepdaughter. And if he doesn't go easy on her --
Krystal: That is not going to happen.
Colby: And me, the tabloids could cover a Chandler greatest hits. They'd call me and J.R. a pair of drunks who think they're above the law. Chandler Enterprises would crash even harder, the company my dad built from scratch.
Krystal: Chandler Enterprises is not the point. You remember when Adam thought that J.R. was kidnapped? He gave up everything, and he would do the same thing for you, no doubt about that.
Colby: We babysat for Emma Lavery, Richie's niece. Annie was trying not to cry about her murdered brother, and Cass and I just sat there with our secret, the worst people on the planet. Or I'm the worst because I'm the one who keeps saying it doesn't matter when I know it does.
Krystal: Do you and the others have some sort of a blood pact, no one tells?
Colby: Daddy's way will protect us. Or make it worse. I don't even know anymore. God, it makes my head hurt.
Krystal: That or the rum.
Colby: Just tell me what I should do.
Krystal: My offer still stands. I will hold your hand if you want to talk to Jesse. If you don't want to tell anyone --
Colby: Make you keep the secret, too? Live with it over your head?
Krystal: For you. Anything you need, honey.
Angie: Wait a minute. Let's back up here. You went from that conversation to moving across the ocean?
Cassandra: Why shouldn't I go back to Paris? When I tell my real father something, he believes me. He doesn't label me a suspect. Daddy will buy me a plane ticket, and I'll be out of here.
Angie: No one suspects you of anything.
Cassandra: Jesse already asked us if we saw anything on the way back from the lodge on the road where Richie Novak was killed. I said no. And, clearly, he decided that I was lying --
Angie: Or he thought that maybe you saw something you were afraid to tell. Sweetheart, witnesses withhold information for all sorts of reasons, but you have to know, Jesse and I are here to protect you and Frankie, no matter how old you are. That will never change.
Frankie: What's the matter, Dad? Don't you want me following your footsteps?
Jesse: What are you talking about? When did I ever commit premeditated homicide? That's what you're talking about. You know, murdering this vacant fool, it ain't worth it!
Frankie: You know what? I didn't have stories about bears or dogs. I had stories about my father, the hero. Mom gave me all the appropriate details and everything about how my dad -- how you saved Jenny from a bad man, how you died doing the right thing.
Jesse: Yeah, well, your dad was an idiot teenager at the time. He didn't know any better. You're a grown man, Franklin. Act like one.
Frankie: I did my time in Iraq. I saw bullets, suicide bombers, grenade launchers, I ain't got to prove my manhood.
Jesse: Fair enough, fair enough, all right? But at least prove you're a man with some kind of sense when it comes to this mess you're in with this girl. Frankie, did you ever see hand-to-hand over there in the war? When you're this close to a guy that wants to stick a knife in your gut and go all the way to your throat?
Frankie: Fletcher's not going to get that close.
Jesse: Drive-bys are pretty effective, too, my son. Anytime, anywhere, never even see it coming.
Frankie: Let me tell you something, Dad. I'm not going to run away, and I'm not going to hide. It ain't my style, never has been and never will be.
Jesse: One, I didn't run out on you. Two, I'm here with you right now trying to help your clumsy ass think straight!
Frankie: You see this right here? It means I've been thinking straight for a while now. I got rounds to do. We done? Yeah, we're done.
Angie: You are not going to make this about me choosing between you and Jesse. Now, I'm holding my hand out to you, and you are slapping it away. Is that what you really want to do?
Cassandra: I know you love me. But can you say you believe in me?
Angie: With all my heart.
Cassandra: We didn't see anything the night Richie Novak was killed. If you trust me, if you believe in me, we can just leave it there, but if you can't trust me, then just tell me, and I will call Daddy for that ticket.
Colby: I made promises to people.
Krystal: They'll understand.
Colby: I've been so bossy lately, Krystal, acting just like my dad, like nothing gets to me. I mean, really, I don't even sleep anymore.
Krystal: You know, Adam only knows one way to -- huh -- keep you from getting into trouble and that's to make it all go away. But, if you want another way to deal with this, we'll find it together.
Colby: Everything J.R. and Daddy have done -- now I've done so much worse.
Stuart: God, I can see right inside your brain, Adam. You're doing this because you love Colby. But that's not all of it. You're helping her, and you expect her to owe you, and you like that.
Adam: Don't be absurd.
Stuart: No, no, she's going to have to do everything that you tell her to do. And that's not good. That's not a good thing but she's practically a grown woman.
Adam: Yes, who will be criminally charged as an adult.
Stuart: You're scaring me, Adam.
Adam: How do you think I feel? Colby is in danger, Stuart. That young woman's my last chance.
Stuart: To do what? To -- to be the one child who's not going to run away from you?
Colby: You hate Daddy -- now that I'm worse than he is.
Krystal: That is not true. You are not just like your daddy, and I don't hate him. God knows, I wish I could, sometimes. The man has a lot of bad habits. One of them is thinking he can control the universe and that's just not the way it works.
Colby: Daddy can keep it quiet. I know he can.
Krystal: You know or you hope?
Colby: "Hope" just sounds so wrong. I hope I'm not an accessory to murder. I don't deserve to hope for anything anymore.
Babe: So, do you want to come to Fusion with me from now on? You can sit beside me at my desk and wait for my sanity to return?
J.R.: Wow, that's the best offer I've had all day.
Babe: Well, I don't think anybody would notice because Kendall, Annie, and Greenlee are all so obsessed in their own dramas.
J.R.: Yeah. That place doesn't deserve you. You know, no one would blame you if you walked, start up your own cosmetics empire.
Babe: Well, I think I've babysat Fusion way too long to bolt now. I mean, they may not give me the credit but I know. I love that place. I mean, shares or not, I feel like Fusion is mine, too.
J.R.: Mm-hmm. It's a nice feeling. But that's not ownership.
Babe: Thanks, J.R. I had no idea.
J.R.: Look, I know what you said. Once I get Chandler, I'm going after Fusion. It has everything that you need. And because I've given you diamonds, and I've taken you on trips, I want to give you what you really deserve -- a company, title, power. You've earned it, Babe. And I want to help you get it all.
Jesse: So, did you explain to Cassandra?
Angie: Hmm. Did you talk to Frankie?
Colby: You can't tell anyone. Not Tad or Angie or Jesse, J.R., Babe, no one. I made a promise. I need you to promise, too.
Krystal: I gave my word to your daddy, and I give it to you, too.
Babe: You're him.
Babe: The man that you were meant to be.
J.R.: Does that mean that you're with me?
Babe: About Chandler? Yes. Fusion -- Kendall and Greenlee love that place, and I'm not ready to take it from them.
J.R.: Well, what if I take it and I cram it under your door like a love letter?
Babe: Then I would owe you forever. No, if -- if I take Fusion, and that is a huge "if," I just -- I don't want you to give it to me in a Valentine. And besides, you've already given me a love letter. No, you didn't say "I told you so" about Richie, and you never said that it was my fault after I was kidnapped.
J.R.: Because it wasn't your fault. Nothing about that night was anyone's fault.
Adam: I always enjoy your morality tales, Stuart. Um, but it occurs to me that we haven't had a family portrait since Colby returned. Could I commission one?
Stuart: I'm not going to let you change the subject.
Adam: And I'm not going to let you tell me how to love my children.
Stuart: Adam, Colby is a good girl. She's just -- she's a little lost right now. So, help her to do what's right, even if it's not what you would do. Ok?
Adam: I'm going to do whatever it'll take to help Colby. If that makes her stronger and wiser and, yes, even more like me, so be it.
Cassandra: It's bad.
Colby: I know.
Cassandra: My stepfather had a tail on me.
Colby: Krystal knows. My dad told her.
Cassandra: That's how your dad helps us?
Colby: What do you want me to say, that it -- it'll be fine? Ok, it'll be fine.
Cassandra: You don't sound right.
Colby: How should I sound?
Cassandra: Just be -- just be you.
Colby: I am.
Cassandra: No. Look, you're the one who's focused and knows what to do next, ok? Just stop freaking me out.
Colby: Ok. We need to do some damage control, calm down Angie and Jesse. We can trust Krystal. Don't worry. We'll get through this.
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