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Days of Our Lives Transcript Tuesday 2/12/08 - Canada; Wednesday 2/13/08 - U.S.A.

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John: We could dump the fuel.

Steve: If you dump the fuel, we crash.

John: More than likely.

Steve: And we'll die.

John: Well, hopefully not all of us.

Steve: You got a plane full of family and friends back there.

John: I'm thinking about it.

Steve: Don't do it, John.

John: Dump the fuel.

Steve: John, don't do it!

Give me some of that water.

John: Dump the fuel.

Steve: No. No!


John: Well, dead eye, why don't you go on back there and give everybody the good news? We're gonna be up here for a while, and it's gonna get a hell of a lot colder.

Marlena: Belle, make sure she's nice and warm, sweetie.

Steve: Okay. We got no radio, no instruments, no controls, and we're losing cabin pressure.

Hope: Are we gonna be able to land?

Bo: Hey, Steve.

Marlena: Is John able to help?

Steve: I can only handle one question at a time.

Marlena: Is John able to fly the plane?

Steve: He's in the copilot's seat. He seems to remember a lot about flying. He's a good pilot. He's got two capable pilots right next to him. They're doing everything they can to bring us in safely.

Shawn D.: So, that means that we're gonna be able to land, right?

Steve: That's the plan.

Bo: You said we didn't have any controls. Can we descend?

Steve: We've got the wings and rudder all trimmed up for a straight and level flight right now. They think that's the best way to handle things.

Belle: What made the plane do this?

Steve: Some kind of electronic problem.

Philip: What can I do to help, Steve?

Steve: You can pull out some more blankets. It's gonna get a hell of a lot colder in here.

Philip: I'm gonna pull out every blanket we can find, but maybe there's some survival supplies here.

Marlena: John, tell us the truth. Can we make it?

E.J.: Hey. I just got them to sleep.

Sami: Thanks. Thanks, I owe you.

E.J.: Well, you had stuff to do, you know. It's pretty easy for me to put them to bed. You just missed Tony and Anna. It was quite funny, actually. I was trying to get Tony to hold one of the babies. He wouldn’t. I think he felt that if he picked one of them up, he might break it, which is kind of funny when you think about how they came into this world. Do you, uh, do you want to talk about it?

Sami: Talk about what?

E.J.: What happened today with Lucas?

Sami: No. No, I don’t.

E.J.: Well, I-I think you should. I think that you would feel better. Why don't you tell me what happened?

Sami: I went to see Lucas at the station. We met in the visiting room and talked. The guard came in and told me my time was up. I said goodbye to him. And now I won't see him, except through a piece of glass, for who knows how many years.

E.J.: I understand.

Sami: Really? Really? Based on how you feel about Lucas, I'm sure you're filled with joy at the idea of him going to prison.

E.J.: Samantha, I hate to see you upset. I mean, that makes me truly unhappy.

Sami: Well, he was my life. He is...Will's life. He was meant to be a big part of Allie's life.

E.J.: Look, I don't mean to sound uncaring, but he's the one who threw all of that out the window.

Sami: He knows what he did, and he knows that he has to pay the price. And it doesn't make it any easier to see the pain in his eyes.

E.J.: Well, that I do understand.

Sami: I mean, he is going away for a long, long time... and that is just really hard.

E.J.: You still love him.

Sami: Yes.

Stephanie: Thank you for the best day I've had in a long time.

Max: Well, it's what I specialize in, providing best days for beautiful women... maybe one beautiful woman in particular.

Stephanie: Sorry if I spaced out a lot today. I can't stop thinking about my mom and dad. I really miss them.

Max: I know. I miss my pop, too. But they'll be home soon, safe and sound.

Shawn D.: Will you take Claire to go get some cookies?

Belle: Yeah, okay.

Shawn D.: Want some cookies?

Claire: What's going on, Mommy?

Belle: Oh, nothing. We're just gonna go get you a snack.

Hope: John, tell us the truth. What's going on?

John: All instrumentation has systematically failed in this aircraft. As you can tell from the cold air, we're losing cabin pressure.

Marlena: We all want to know. Are we going to crash?

John: Not on my watch.

Sami: I don't know how long I can take this.

E.J.: Well, look, I'm sure your father and Commissioner Carver will let us know as soon as we can leave.

Sami: I talked to my dad. He said it won't be much longer. But, seriously, Stefano's in a coma. What are they waiting for? He can't be a threat to us now, right?

E.J.: I don't know. This place isn't so bad, is it?

Sami: It's not that. This place is nice. It's comfortable. I-I miss my family.

E.J.: Well, look, why don't we make the best of a bad situation? We have a pile of board games. We could play -- we got cards, as well. We could play scrabble or gin rummy or --

Sami: Please, you don't want to play gin rummy with me. I win every time.

E.J.: Well, I-I, uh, I think you'll find that I win every time I play gin rummy.

Sami: Don't even -- it's not even worth talking about. I would totally smoke you.

E.J.: You have no -- [Knock on door]

Sami: Saved by the bell. Go get the door.

E.J.: Oh, really. You think so?

Sami: I know so.

E.J.: Uh-huh. Dream on, darling. Abe.

Abe: E.J.

Sami: Abe! Hi!

Abe: Hey, Sami.

Sami: What are you doing here? I hope you have good news for us. I was just about to permanently destroy E.J.'s ego at cards. What's going on?

Abe: You're sprung. The coast is clear.

Sami: So, we don't have to worry about Stefano anymore?

Abe: I think you always have to worry about Stefano. I mean, I don't trust him, even when he's in a coma and locked up in a psychiatric hospital. No offense, E.J.

E.J.: None taken.

Abe: So, you two feel free to pack up anything you need, and my officers will get the rest.

Sami: Thank you. Thank you so much.

E.J.: Yes, thank you. Thank you very much.

Abe: I like seeing you happy, and it's very nice, after everything that's happened.

Sami: You mean Lucas.

Abe: Yeah. I'm sorry.

Sami: Me too.

Abe: Well, I'll let the two of you get packed up. I know you've got a couple of truckloads of gear for the kids.

E.J.: Yeah, thank you very much, Abe.

Sami: Abe, listen. Thank you so much for looking after me and the twins.

E.J.: Well.

Sami: Yeah. Well.

E.J.: I suppose we better get some things together.

Sami: Right. Yeah.

E.J.: The baby stuff I can take care of.

Sami: No, I can do it.

E.J.: No, it's just...

Sami: There's a lot of stuff to...do.

E.J.: Yeah. True. I'll, um -- I'll get the stroller.

Sami: Um... so, uh, I guess there's that. Um, let's get packed.

E.J.: Right. Yeah. Let's get packed. Okay. Good.

Stephanie: [Laughs] You're such a dork.

Max: That is not what you were saying when I saved you from being run over by that motorcycle gang.

Stephanie: What motorcycle gang?

Max: In the supermarket.

Stephanie: You mean the old woman in the electric wheelchair?

Max: Hey, she just wanted you to think she was an old woman in an electric wheelchair, okay?

Stephanie: You know what? She may be a member of hell's grannies.

Max: Don't let her fool you. I'm serious. She ran over two clerks, a housewife, and three kids in that thing. I totally saved your life today.

Stephanie: Well, you know what they say. When somebody saves your life... you owe them your allegiance.

Max: Are you gonna be my slave?

Stephanie: Until the debt is paid.

Max: Well, what if I don't want you to be my slave? I just want you to be my, um...

Stephanie: To be your...

Max: Um, my friend?

Stephanie: You have already proven your friendship over and over. Max, you're more than just a friend.

Max: Really? What am I?

Max: Um... I don't -- I don't know -- I don't think that's such a good idea.

Stephanie: We kissed earlier.

Max: I know. But maybe we shouldn't have.

Stephanie: Why not?

Max: I just want to make sure you're all right first.

Steve: Okay. That's a lovely sentiment, John, but what do we do?

John: Absolutely no idea, but I'm working on it. We tried to descend safely to a warmer altitude, but the controls were unresponsive. We tried to dump fuel, which would have taken us down faster and harder and in a much more dangerous fashion.

Steve: A plan I was against, by the way.

John: Doesn't matter. Didn't work. So, here we are, just flying along at a constant altitude, unable to go up or down, left or right and losing more and more cabin pressure by the minute. We have no idea how this happened, why this happened, or how to fix any of it. But, still, I'm optimistic.

Philip: How can you be optimistic after all these things you just told us?

John: Maybe that's the way I was programmed. Anyway, don't worry. I'll think of something.

Bo: John, how long can we stay in the air?

John: I can keep this cylinder in the air for 2 ˝ hours. Keep in mind we can't change course. We can't land. How long you can keep yourselves from freezing to death -- that's a whole nother question. And that's the main problem right now.

Philip: What's our altitude?

John: 32,000 feet.

Bo: Not a hell of a lot of oxygen at this altitude.

John: No.

Chloe: [Breathing heavily]

E.J.: How can such tiny little creatures take up so much room in a suitcase?

Sami: Probably because they're spoiled rotten.

E.J.: Yeah, well, they deserve that, I think. You --

Sami: Uh, no, it's fine. You know what? Actually, you stay here and do this. I'll do something else.

E.J.: Okay. Was it something I said?

Sami: [Scoffs] Of course not.

E.J.: Was it something that I, uh, touched?

Sami: You know what? Don't worry about packing any of the toys 'cause we'll make sure that someone else comes back for that stuff.

E.J.: Sami, did I touch a nerve?

Sami: Uh, I just want to get out of here. This place is starting to bug me. I want to get home.

E.J.: Well, what is it about this place that you don't like? It's great.

Sami: Are you kidding? I feel so claustrophobic here. I mean, the bathroom is too small, and these stairs are just a disaster waiting to happen.

E.J.: The stairs are beautiful.

Sami: Aren't you happy to be going home?

E.J.: Yes, I'm really happy to be going home. But I would be lying if I said that there's a part of me that hasn't quite enjoyed our arrangement.

Sami: You mean because of Johnny.

E.J.: Yeah. It's been really nice having my son under the same roof as me.

Sami: You know, you can visit him whenever you want.

E.J.: I know that. But it's not like I can just come 'round in the middle of the night, is it?

Sami: No, I guess not, but I'll make a deal with you. You can come over and see him whenever you want -- within reason -- as long as you call first, okay?

E.J.: Okay. Thank you. I-I, um, I actually have a favor to ask you.

Sami: [Scoffs] Another one?

E.J.: If I'm spending time with Johnny, whether it's taking him to the park or the zoo or whatever it may be, I'd really, really like it if I could spend some time with Allie, too.

Steve: John, how long you figure the air in here is gonna last us?

John: There's a breech in the fuselage. The air in here is leaking out somewhere, what rate I can't estimate.

Kayla: How far down do we have to go to breathe air?

John: That's a very good question. 10,000 feet or under.

Bo: Why don't we just turn off the engines till we get down there?

Steve: We already tried that. It's all tied into the electronics.

John: Everything except the fuel flow.

Philip: Then cut off the fuel flow.

John: Tried it.

Philip: But the fuel isn't controlled by the electronics, is it?

John: No. And therein lies the mystery.

Shawn D.: Well, then, figure something else out.

John: Okay.

Marlena: Everybody get all bundled up, keep your body warmth and to avoid hypothermia. Shawn, please get Belle and Claire back here. Make sure that Claire is all bundled up.

Steve: Keep this up.

Shawn: Thanks.

Hope: [Sighs] Brady, you're freezing.

Bo: So are you.

John: Hell of a time for a siesta, gentlemen.

E.J.: Look, I understand you might not want me to spend too much time with Allie, but I'd really be upset if I couldn't see her at all.

Sami: And I can understand that. But I have to tell you that I don't want you to bond with her too much.

E.J.: Samantha, Lucas isn't here. I'm sorry, but he isn't, okay? He's not going to be able to tuck her in at night or read her a bedtime story or pick her up from preschool. He chose the path that he's on, and he's not able to be there for his daughter.

Sami: All those things you're describing -- preschool, bedtime stories -- those are a parent's responsibility, and you are not her parent.

E.J.: No, I'm not her parent. But she needs a male figure in her life, somebody to look up to, and somebody who can look out for her.

Sami: Lucas is...

E.J.: Lucas is not here, Samantha. That's why I'm asking you.

Sami: Look, you -- you've been really great with her while we've been here, and she really... likes you.

E.J.: Is that a "yes"? Thank you. That means so much.

Sami: Yeah, okay, so, um, one of us needs to stop by the store and get diaper cream for Johnny.

E.J.: Sure. I'll do it. I'll do it. You know, I'm gonna miss getting up at 3:00 A.M.. It'll be strange to sleep through the night.

Sami: Yeah.

E.J.: I'm sorry. Samantha. Samantha, I'm sorry.

Sami: For -- for what?

E.J.: Trying to hug you.

Sami: It's no big deal.

E.J.: That's not what's bothering you?

Sami: NO.

E.J.: Is it because you agreed to let me spend some time with Allie, and that's going against Lucas' wishes?

Sami: No.

E.J.: Well, then what is it? I'm sorry, but you seem completely preoccupied.

Sami: I do have something, actually, that I want to tell you.

Stephanie: Okay. I'll give her the message. Bye. [Clears throat] So, um, why don't you want to kiss me?

Max: [Laughs] I do want to.

Stephanie: But you think it's too soon.

Max: Yeah. You know, I don't want you to force it, you know? But, hey, look, we can snuggle. I mean, I like snuggling. I'm good at snuggling.

Stephanie: [Laughs]

Max: I just don't want to get all hot and heavy if you're not ready.

Stephanie: I'm not gonna get all hot and heavy.

Max: You kiss me like that again, and I will, okay?

Stephanie: Thanks, Max.

Max: Yeah? I just want you to feel like you have this protective wall around you, you know? I'm here for you, but I think you'll be more comfortable when your parents get home.

Steve: Are you thinking about Stephanie?

Kayla: Yeah.

Steve: So was I.

Kayla: If anything happens to us, I --

Steve: Shh. Baby... we're gonna walk away from this.

Kayla: Yeah.

John: Hey, blondie, can I see you for a second?

Marlena: Why? What is it?

John: Can we take it up front?

Marlena: Yeah.

John: Watch your step.

Marlena: Oh, my gosh. John, what happened here?

John: You tell me.

Marlena: How long have they been like this?

John: Not long.

Marlena: Well, they're alive. Their pulses are both very slow.

John: Passed out from the cold?

Marlena: No. No. They're cool but not hypothermic.

John: Lack of oxygen?

Marlena: No. It isn't hypoxia. They're breathing the same air that we're breathing. When you spoke to them last, were they coherent? Were they making sense? Were they slurring their words?

John: They were fine, a little scared from this whole plane-malfunction thing, but they were fine.

Marlena: That was fewer than 15 minutes ago.

John: That's right.

Marlena: I'll be right back.

John: Okay, sweetheart. Surprise me. Do something different. Ah, you're gonna be that way, huh? Okay.

[Cabin door opens]

Marlena: Okay, I'm here.

John: Did any of the passengers see you bring that little black bag in here?

Marlena: No, they were fairly preoccupied.

John: What's your verdict?

Marlena: They've got slowed breathing and heart rate, low blood pressure, and their pupils are both constricted. Have they had a drink?

John: Water.

Marlena: There's residue in the bottom of this bottle.

John: They were drugged?

Marlena: It sure looks that way.

John: Poisoned?

Marlena: No, I don't think so, but I can't be sure what it is or how long they'll be out. It's a good thing you're sitting in that chair. You'll have to be the one that lands this plane for us.

John: Anything in that bag of tricks that's gonna pull them through?

Marlena: From the symptoms, I'd say that they've ingested some kind of narcotic. I can't say what it is or how much, but I'd say it was a lot. Now, I could guess at it and try to give them something to counteract the effects, but if I guess wrong, then they --

John: They're dead.

Marlena: They're dead.

John: I'm kind of sick of all this talk of dying. I'm gonna get my butt on the ground in one piece, and you and your friends back there are gonna help me.

E.J.: So, what did you want to tell me?

Sami: My mom and, uh, John went to Ireland.

E.J.: Yeah. I know.

Sami: Well, they found her. They, um, they found my Great-Aunt Colleen, and, uh, got a chance to talk to her before she died, I guess. Um, and my mom is not one who's given to flights of fancy, but she did tell me that she thinks Colleen and Santo were reunited in death.

E.J.: That's nice. Do you believe it?

Sami: Uh...

E.J.: Hey, sorry.

Sami: Oh, no, it's okay.

E.J.: Here. What's that?

Sami: It's a, um, DVD that Lucas made for Allie.

Sami: Okay. Okay, sweetie. We're gonna watch some TV. We're gonna watch your daddy.

Lucas: Hey, Allie. It's me, your daddy.

Sami: Sweetie, look. Look at the TV. That's him. That's your daddy. That's him.

Lucas: I miss you so much. You have no idea how hard it is for me to be away from you. But I'm not gonna be away forever. I made a mistake, and I'm gonna have to go away for a while. I just wish I was there to take care of you... to feed you, to put you to sleep. I'm probably gonna miss you taking your first steps. I'm gonna miss your first smile, and, for that, I'm very sorry. The idea of not being around, watching you grow up, it... I love you. I love you very much, and I love your mother. I love you both, and I always will.

Sami: [Inhales sharply] We love your daddy. Don't we, sweetheart? We love him so much.

John: You're not even gonna try to revive them, are you?

Marlena: I gave them naloxone. They're stabilized but unresponsive. But we're okay. We have you.

John: Yeah, well, I talk a pretty good game. To be blunt, though... I have no idea what my next step is.

Marlena: It's okay to be scared. You'll do fine. You've never let me down.

John: You're talking about that other guy again.

Marlena: And inside you beats the heart of a hero. You've handled this very well. I'm mighty impressed.

John: Don't be...until your feet are on solid ground.

Marlena: I don't understand how all this happened. Who did this and why? They drugged the pilots. They tampered with the equipment. They damaged the fuselage.

John: Somebody doesn't like us very much. But we're still flying. And as long as we -- as long as we --

Marlena: John?

John: Shh. [Sighs]

Marlena: What are you doing?

John: Math. Flight distance -- 3,879 miles. Fuel burn rate -- 185 gallons an hour. Total flight time -- 9.9 hours. Minus scheduled fuel stop, fuel capacity. Round that to 10. Yeah.

Marlena: How much flying time do we have?

John: 2 hours and 10 minutes. I think I figured a way to put this pretty baby on the ground without planting her face-first.

Marlena: That would be great.

John: And we may have just enough oxygen to do that.

Stephanie: [Laughing] You are such a lousy shot.

Max: I'm throwing right at you!

Stephanie: Yeah, into my eye.

Max: Maybe if you move your head a little, maybe you can try and catch one.

Stephanie: Try to catch this. Why didn't you move your head a little and try to catch it?

Max: Because you were throwing it like a fast ball. When I get beamed, I rush the pitcher.

Stephanie: Okay, give it your best shot.

Max: Really?

Stephanie: What you got?

Max: You don't want none of this, okay? Do you see these guns, huh? [Clears throat] I'm so sorry.

Stephanie: No, it --

Max: No, I, you know, you had a, uh, physical reaction.

Stephanie: You have nothing to be sorry about. I didn't mean to.

Max: I know you didn't, but the doctor said that, that would go away over time. And I don't want to force things with you, Stephanie. I don't want to push it. I really care about you.

Stephanie: Max?

Max: Yeah?

Stephanie: If you'd let me right now, I'd kiss you so hard on the lips.

Max: Give it time, and maybe I'll let you, then.

Stephanie: See? No flinching.

Max: It's definitely a start.

Stephanie: I like you. We always have fun together.

Max: Are you trying to butter me up so that I would pick up all this popcorn that you threw?

Stephanie: No. Just sit there like the man and watch me as I pick it all up.

Max: Well, you threw it.

Stephanie: Yeah, well, you failed to catch it.

Max: Yeah, well, all of this -- you did all of this. You threw all of it.

Stephanie: Well, help me.

Max: [Grunts]

Stephanie: Come on.

Max: I know. I know.

Stephanie: When can we start kissing again?

Max: Um... I really hope soon.

Bo: Hey, you gonna be okay for a sec? I'm gonna check on pop.

Hope: I'll be fine. Go check on him.

Bo: Okay. How's he doing?

Shawn: Why don't you ask me?

Bo: Oh, Pop. Sorry, I thought you were asleep.

Shawn: I was just resting my eyes for a while. That's all.

Bo: Uh-huh. They're probably tired from ogling too many Irish lasses.

Shawn: [Laughs]

Bo: Bundle up.

Shawn D.: How's she doing?

Belle: I think she's asleep. Hopefully she's dreaming of somewhere warm.

Shawn D.: Yeah.

Philip: You're shivering pretty bad. Is it the cold or the nerves?

Chloe: Both. I don't want to crash and especially not in the North Atlantic.

Philip: We'll be coming across land pretty soon.

Chloe: And I don't want to crash on a glacier.

Philip: I think these pilots are gonna get us down smoothly.

Marlena: Excuse me, everybody. I have an update. John thinks he may have figured out a way to land the plane safely.

Chloe: In the water or on dry land?

Marlena: On land.

Steve: And the pilots agree with him?

Marlena: Well, the thing is that right now John is the only pilot.

Chloe: What?

Bo: What happened to the others?

Marlena: They were drugged. They're unconscious.

Hope: By whom?

Marlena: We think it was by the same people that sabotaged the airplane. This was no accident.

E.J.: You gonna be okay?

Sami: Yeah. We were just watching the DVD that Lucas made for her.

E.J.: Hi. Hi. I feel very torn about the situation. Look, my, uh, distaste for Lucas is not a secret, and even less of a secret is his distaste for me. I just -- I-I hate to see you like this. I hate to see you in so much pain.

Sami: Yeah, I'll be all right.

E.J.: Oh, well, I mean, of course you're gonna be all right. You're Samantha Brady Roberts Horton DiMera. You're a toughie. I know that. I know you're down today, but you'll be back up on your feet tomorrow.

Sami: How do you know how I'm gonna feel tomorrow?

E.J.: Because I know you. And in the short amount of time that we've spent in this house, I feel that I at least partially understand you. I would preface that by saying that I don't think anybody could fully understand you.

Sami: [Laughs] Probably not.

E.J.: And, Samantha, I-I know that you may not want to hear this, but... my feelings for you have grown in the time we've spent here.

Sami: I am sorry about your feelings, but I appreciate what a gentleman you've been while we've been here.

E.J.: I...will always be a gentleman with you.

E.J.: Thanks. Just take those outside. [Clears throat]

Sami: Okay. I, uh -- I think that's everything.

E.J.: Almost. I think we have two small babies we might want to take with us.

Sami: [Chuckles] How could I forget?

E.J.: It seems, uh, strange to say this, but I'm a little disappointed to be leaving here.

Sami: Yeah, why would you say that?

E.J.: I mean, this is the only time I've ever experienced a bit of what it's like to be part of a real family.

Sami: You still have Johnny.

E.J.: I know. But, um, a family is about more than a father and a son.

Sami: E.J., you are gonna have that family someday.

E.J.: Sure.

Chloe: What do you mean someone sabotaged the plane? Who would want us all dead?

Bo: They've knocked out the radios, the controls, and the instruments, and now they've knocked out the pilots.

Marlena: That's about the size of it. John is busy trying to figure out how to land the plane safely, and, uh, he's figuring out our remaining fuel so we know how long we have to stay in the air before we go down.

Chloe: I don't like the sound of that.

Hope: Can John land the plane?

Marlena: Well, right now, he's the only hope we have.

Philip: I didn't have any flying experience in the military, but I might be able to lend a hand.

Marlena: If he needs your help, I'm sure he will let you know. We do have one other small hurdle.

Bo: What are you talking about?

Marlena: Oxygen. The plane is decompressing. We're leaking air out of a puncture in the fuselage.

Kayla: How much time do we have?

Marlena: The plane will be completely decompressed. We do have the remaining air in those small oxygen masks.

Chloe: Ah!

Marlena: Oh, good.

Steve: You have any idea how long until we need them?

Marlena: I'm sure John will let us know when that happens. John. Have you figured out a way to land the plane?

John: Well, no sense beating around the bush. No. As far as I could tell, we're gonna be up here until we run out of fuel.

Chloe: And then what?

John: We...join Colleen and Santo in the sweet hereafter.

Bo: It's gonna be okay.

Kayla: Maybe I should have told Steve.

Marlena: Told him what?

Kayla: I'm pregnant.

Abe: Thank God they're on their way back here.

Lexie: I hope it's not too late.

Chelsea: Too late for what?

Kayla: Mine doesn't work.

Philip: Mine doesn't either.

Bo: Mine's not working.

John: Well, then we're not all gonna make it.

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