Y&R Transcript Friday 9/13/02

Y&R Transcript Friday 9/13/02

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Detective: Do you have any enemies? Know of anyone who may want to do you harm?

Diane: Of course, Detective, there are certain people in my life who don't wish me well.

Detective: Well, that's not out of the ordinary, Ms. Jenkins, but someone capable of deliberately setting the fire to hurt you -- or even kill you?

Diane: No, Detective. No one who would do something that terrible. At least, I hope not.

Jack: Look, we don't even know that this fire started on purpose. We only know that an accelerant was involved, right?

Detective: It's true we don't have a witness. But my colleagues at the fire department are convinced this wasn't an accident, sir.

Jack: And you're going ahead with an arson investigation?

Detective: If there's a pyromaniac running loose, we need to protect the public.

Phyllis: Well, Detective, we'll do anything to cooperate, anything you need.

Detective: I appreciate that, Mrs. Abbott.

Jack: Well, if there aren't any more questions --

Detective: Not at the moment, sir.

Jack: Then, as my wife says, we'd like to do anything we can to help you get to the bottom of this.

Diane: What's the matter, Phyllis? You have something to say?

Jack: If you don't mind?

Diane: Of course. I have to get ready for my doctor's appointment, anyway.

[Door closes]

Michael: Is Christine still in there with Sharon Newman?

Chantal: No. She's in with Paul.

Michael: What?

Chantal: Yeah, he marched in a couple of minutes ago.

Michael: Should I go in there and rescue her?

Chantal: I haven't heard any screaming yet. I'm gonna go run these reports over to revenue.

Michael: Yeah, okay. Damn it. Not again. Do I really want to know what's going on in there?

Chris: I didn't realize we had an appointment.

Paul: You know why I'm here, Chris. Last night -- I can't get it out of my mind.

Chris: Sure you can. Focus on your wife.

Paul: Fine, go ahead and downplay the whole thing.

Chris: Would you rather I made a big deal out of it?

Paul: It is a big deal.

Chris: I just don't have time for this.

Paul: Damn it, Chris, Iím not going anywhere until we discuss what happened.

Chris: We were arguing, okay? Things got a little out of hand, a little emotional.

Paul: You kissed me.

Chris: Would you rather I slapped you?

Paul: It would've made more sense. Look, I don't know what to tell you. I'm just really confused lately.

Chris: About what?

Paul: About you -- us.

Chris: Paul, there is no "us," not anymore.

Paul: So what about the kiss, then? What -- that just came out of the blue?

Chris: You have a better explanation?

Paul: You know, every time I see you, the way you look at me -- it's as if you're having trouble letting go. And after what happened last night, it's obviously not getting any easier.

Chris: For me or for you?

Paul: For either of us.

Victor: Has the flight plan been set? No, no, it's still a surprise. I want to keep it that way. All right. All right, Wally, see you later. Thank you.

Nikki: Hi. You still keeping me in the dark?

Victor: Well, aren't you someone that prefers the unexpected?

Nikki: Are we talking about the honeymoon or something else?

Victor: Well, would you rather have me tell you where we're gonna go?

Nikki: No, I don't want to know.

Victor: It'll be a surprise and you'll love it, I promise you. But first, there are two matters I have to take care of.

Nikki: Well, hurry up. I don't want to be late for -- wherever.

Victor: Wherever, indeed.

[Ashley remembering]

Ashley: You will always have a wonderful father in Brad. He has been and always will be everything you could ever want in a loving dad. But for all sorts of possible reasons, I mean, you might want, or even need, to know whose blood flows through your veins. God help me, I hope I'm making the right decision in telling you, sweetie. Your father, your biological father, is Victor Newman.

Olivia: God.

[Knock on door]

Olivia: Brad?

Brad: Bad time?

Olivia: No, come in.

[Door closes]

Brad: Looked like you were pretty deep in thought.

Olivia: Yeah, well, Iíve got a lot on my mind.

Brad: Look, I was on my way to the office, and I wanted to stop by and see how you were doing.

Olivia: How Iím doing? Well, I feel awkward. We should never have kissed. We crossed the line. You're married. Ashley's my best friend, not to mention everything else you're going through. I was trying to comfort you.

Brad: You did. But Olivia, this is not something that's going to happen again. So let's not beat ourselves up, okay?

Jack: Thank God we dodged that bullet.

Phyllis: And that bullet would be?

Jack: Diane. I'm just grateful she didn't point any fingers.

Phyllis: Wow. You just find any reason to give this broad credit, don't you?

Jack: Wait a minute, that is not true.

Phyllis: Oh, come on. So she didn't unload on me in front of the Detective. Big deal. All of a sudden she's a saint in your eyes? Amazing.

Jack: Listen, however monumental your squabbles with Diane may be, they are strictly family business. This is serious. There's a crime involved. Somebody could have been killed.

Phyllis: Oh, okay. You don't think she's gonna use this, Jack? Give me a break. So she didn't go off on me in front of the Detective. Big deal. The only reason she didn't do that is because she wants to score points in front of you, as usual.

Jack: Okay, Iím grateful, then, that we avoided a difficult situation. Can I say that? God, do we have to argue about everything?

Phyllis: Absolutely not, sweetie. Not when she's gone. Speaking of which, when is she gonna get on her broomstick and fly away? I'm gonna get some coffee.

Nikki: So -- I guess you're going to the office.

Victor: And you'd better remember, 1:00. Don't you be late.

Nikki: Are you kidding? And miss our fabulous trip to -- who knows where? I'd never do that.

Victor: Oh, who knows where? It's an exotic place. It'll be an adventure for the soul.

Nikki: Oh, I'm counting the minutes.

Victor: I've got to go.

Nikki: Hurry.

Victor: I will. Make sure you have everything packed.

Nikki: Mmm-hmm.

[Door closes]

Paul: You know, Chris -- this isn't easy for me, coming over here and opening up to you.

Chris: What do you want me to say?

Paul: I'm not sure. All I know is that Iím confused as hell.

Chris: Let me know when you figure it out.

Paul: Me? I'm not the only one.

Chris: Paul, I didn't ask for this. For you to come barging in here, tossing questions at me left and right.

Paul: Because you laid a lip-lock on me and took off with Michael Baldwin. Look, Chris, I don't know if you're playing games, or you're screwed up or both. But don't you think I deserve an explanation?

Chris: All right, fine, you want to talk? We'll talk. But I'm taking off the gloves.

Paul: What does that mean?

Chris: I think it's time we discuss your precious Isabella.

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: Hey.

Isabella: Go away.

Michael: I'm sorry. I know I should have called first.

Isabella: I wouldn't have answered the phone, Michael. I don't want to talk to you.

Michael: I won't be long, I promise. Besides, I know Paulís not here. I mean, he has a job. He runs his own business, doesn't he? Look, the sooner you let me in, the sooner Iím out of your hair.

Isabella: Well, you're obviously here for a reason.

Michael: Invite me in, and I'll tell you. Is the little tyke sleeping?

Isabella: What do you want, Michael?

Michael: Well, we were good friends once upon a time. I still wonder what you're doing, what's up in your life.

Isabella: Bull. You want something, and either you tell me what it is --

Michael: Okay, okay. I'm curious about you and Paul.

Isabella: What about us?

Michael: How's it going?

Olivia: So -- how's Ashley this morning?

Brad: Not great.

Olivia: Well, that's to be expected.

Brad: It's not just the chemo, Liv. It's these damn videos she's making.

Olivia: They do seem counterproductive.

Brad: She's acting as if she has one foot in the grave already.

Olivia: Well, everybody deals with the threat of death in their own way.

Brad: She's not dying. She's sick, all right? You're a doctor. You know how important a positive attitude is.

Olivia: Well, sometimes people have to go through the pain and the fear to get there.

Brad: But you don't dwell on it. You don't keep making these morbid videotapes to your little girl.

Olivia: Okay, bottom line, we're not in her shoes. We can't judge her.

Brad: I'm not judging her. She's my wife. I love her. I'm damn concerned.

Olivia: Are you sure this is the only reason that you're upset?

Brad: Liv, if you're talking about what happened between us, I told you --

Olivia: No, no. Earlier. The wedding.

Brad: Well, I do have to wonder why she left so abruptly.

Olivia: She wasn't feeling well.

Brad: I think there was more to it than that.

Olivia: Like what?

Brad: Newman. Maybe on some level, she couldn't bear to watch.

Olivia: Watch what? Victor marrying Nikki?

Brad: Victor marrying anybody.

Olivia: Okay, now who's being counterproductive?

Brad: Look, please, come on, she was hell-bent on attending the wedding. Then she gets there, and she sees that Newmanís actually gonna go through with it and does a 180 out the door. Now, you want to tell me that's just coincidence? For some reason, she can't let go of that man. And I have to wonder if she ever will.

[Doorbell rings]

Ashley: Who is it?

Victor: Ashley, it's Victor.

Ashley: What are you doing here?

Victor: You have no idea?

Ashley: Of course not. You're the last person I expected to see on my doorstep today. Why aren't you on your honeymoon?

Victor: I didn't want to leave without seeing you.

Ashley: Why not?

Victor: You left the wedding rather suddenly, didn't you?

Ashley: Yeah, I did. I was having a little bit of a difficult time at your wedding.

Victor: Was it physical?

Ashley: Of course. What else?

Diane: Got a minute?

Jack: What do you want, Diane?

Diane: If Iím interrupting --

Jack: You're already here. What's on your mind?

Diane: Wow. This fire has really taken its toll on you, too, hasn't it?

Jack: Part of my family's house burned down. Yeah, it's taken its toll on me. Don't you have a doctor's appointment?

Diane: Yes. Mrs. Martinez offered to look after Kyle.

Jack: Listen, before you go, there's something we need to discuss.

Diane: When our son and I will be leaving.

Jack: The pool house has burned down. You're gonna need a place to stay.

Diane: I realize that.

Jack: I'd like to make arrangements for you to stay in a hotel.

Diane: Fine.

Jack: You don't have a problem with that?

Diane: I already told Kyle that we'll be leaving. Hotel, guest suite, what's the difference?

Jack: You are okay with him staying in a hotel?

Diane: I'm sure he'll adapt. Besides, I have a whole new perspective on things. I could have been killed, Jack. And the thought of never seeing our little boy again --

Jack: The important thing is you're okay. That's all that counts.

Diane: When you call the hotel, will you make sure that there's a crib available?

Jack: Yeah, yeah, will do.

Diane: And I just have one small favor to ask you. If it's not too much of an imposition -- I'd prefer to move tomorrow.

Olivia: Your wife has a history with Victor. They've shared a lot together.

Brad: Well, I shared a lot with my fifth grade teacher, but you don't see me hanging out with her all the time.

Olivia: Victor is not the issue here.

Brad: You're right. My wife is.

Olivia: That's right. She's facing a lot of challenges, and despite what Ashley might say, she needs all the support she can get.

Brad: But Iím her husband, and she's shutting me out.

Olivia: Then don't take no for an answer.

Brad: Well, that's just not so easy with a woman like Ash.

Olivia: Look, we both love her. There must be some way to lift her spirits, even for just a little while.

Brad: Any suggestions? I'm all ears.

Olivia: Sometimes, the simpler the solution, the better.

Lynne: You've hardly touched your eggs Florentine, Mrs. Williams.

Mary: They're delicious. Gina makes the best in town.

Lynne: So eat them. Are you feeling all right?

Mary: Oh, Iím fine, Lynne. I'm just -- I'm sorry I haven't been better company.

Lynne: It's obvious something's on your mind.

Mary: Look, Iíve tried. I really believe that I have tried.

Lynne: To --

Mary: To come to terms with my son's choice of a wife, of a mother for his child. Lynne, I just am not -- I don't know. There's something about that woman that just doesn't feel right.

Isabella: Why are you so concerned about my marriage?

Michael: We're old friends. You went through a difficult time; you dragged me right along with you. I'm just curious to see how everything turned out.

Isabella: Like you care?

Michael: Look, you put me through hell, claiming that child was mine.

Isabella: That's ancient history.

Michael: Well, I just want to know that everything wasn't for naught, that you and the detective are living happily ever after.

Isabella: That is such a load of bull.

Michael: Fine. Fine. I'm dying of curiosity. Don't forget, I have a vested interest in this marriage, too.

Isabella: Because you're dying to get your arms around Christine?

Michael: So how are things going?

Isabella: Perfect. Paul is an attentive, loving husband. He adores Ricky. He adores me. You don't believe me?

Michael: Did I say that?

Isabella: I can tell by the sour look on your face. Do you know something I don't?

Michael: No. Nothing concrete, anyway.

Isabella: Is Michael feeling a little insecure? Is Christine not swooning every time you walk into the room? She's out of your league, Michael.

Michael: And Paulís not out of yours?

Isabella: No. He may have been at one time, but all that's changed.

Michael: Because you're such a happy and loving couple.

Isabella: We're married. We have a beautiful baby boy, a lovely home. Life is good. No, no, no, life is wonderful. And if you're too bitter to be happy for me, Michael --

Michael: I would love to be happy for you. Hell, I wish you were so giddy with marital bliss that I'd never have to worry about you and Paul again.

Isabella: Worry? What do you mean "worry"? What's going on? What's going on, Michael? Tell me. Tell me, or I swear --

Michael: First you have to promise me you won't go berserk. Yes. You do have reason to be concerned.

Isabella: This has to do with Christine, doesn't it?

Michael: Christine and Paul are talking, and not about the weather.

Isabella: You think something's going on between them? Is that what you're telling me?

Paul: Ball's in your court, Chris.

Chris: Well, you're right. I have been confused. For well over a year now. Ever since I learned you let Isabella move into our house. Yes, Paul, we were having problems, but you brought her into our home. Why would you do that?

Paul: She was a client. She was being threatened and harassed repeatedly by some very dangerous people. She needed protection.

Chris: Oh, come on.

Paul: It's the truth.

Chris: It's your business to protect people. Why wasn't our apartment ever filled with frightened clients? How many terrified women are living with you and Isabella right now? You were a married man.

Paul: I hadn't seen my wife for months.

Chris: So? People wait for each other.

Paul: Well, you certainly never gave me any indication that you were ever coming back.

Chris: So in other words, you were lonely.

Paul: Damn right I was lonely.

Chris: Okay, now we're getting somewhere. You brought Isabella into our home because you wanted a woman there.

Paul: That's not what I was thinking at the time.

Chris: Maybe not consciously, but you must have believed our marriage was over, otherwise you never would have opened that door to her.

Paul: You be honest, Chris. Our marriage was over the day you left for Australia.

Chris: No, our marriage ended the day that I came home and saw you with your feisty client, having sex on our sofa.

Paul: All right, we're never gonna agree on exactly how we got here. But the fact remains, we are here.

Chris: And in spite of all the complications in our lives -- especially yours -- one thing is obvious. We still have feelings for each other.

Victor: You don't seem yourself.

Ashley: I'm a little down this morning.

Victor: Sorry to hear that. Was that how you felt when you left the wedding?

Ashley: Yeah, maybe.

Victor: Has anything changed in regard to your cancer?

Ashley: That's just the thing. Nothing's changed, as far as I can tell. I don't think I'm getting worse. I hope Iím getting better. There's no way of really knowing, though. You just have to continue on with the treatment and feel like hell and hope it's working. And here I am, the day you're leaving for your honeymoon, laying my blues on you. I'm sorry.

Victor: Don't worry about that, okay? You have a lot weighing on you.

Ashley: Yeah, if you only knew.

Victor: Is there something you want to say to me?

Ashley: I guess Iím feeling like I need to set things in order again.

Victor: I understand.

Ashley: You know, it's just my way of protecting myself from an outcome that I hope and pray won't happen, but if it does, then I just want to know that Iíve done everything I could, you know, everything I needed to.

Victor: For your daughter, you mean?

Ashley: Right, for Abby.

Victor: She's a beautiful girl. I'm so glad you have her.

Ashley: Why is that?

Victor: Because I know how much it means to you, being a mother.

Ashley: Yeah. It does make things seem a little less pointless.

Victor: I'm sorry you're depressed.

Ashley: This is the last thing you need, today of all days, Victor.

Victor: I understand, okay? There's something I've been meaning to ask you. When you visited me on my plane -- I had a very strong feeling that there's something you wanted to say to me. That still true?

Ashley: No, not now. But I can't even begin to tell you what great comfort it gives me to know that you would be there, I mean, if the worst should occur.

Victor: I will always be there for you. I will.

Ashley: Thanks. Thank you for understanding.

Victor: I do, you know?

Ashley: I know. Would you please leave? Because I've gotten far too morose. And I think you have a bride waiting.

Victor: Yeah, I better go.

Ashley: Thank you.

Victor: You're welcome.

Diane: What's the matter, Jack? Have I overstepped?

Jack: Diane, you can feel the tension around here.

Diane: I know, just one more night. That's all I ask.

Jack: I would just think you would feel more comfortable in a hotel room.

Diane: Well, maybe you're right. But my life is pretty up in the air at the moment. You know, I realize there's not a whole lot to move. Most of my belongings were destroyed in the fire.

Jack: And you know our insurance will cover all of that.

Diane: It's the least of my worries. Like you said, I got out in time. Still, Iím just feeling a bit at a loss right --

Jack: Fine. Fine. One more night.

Diane: Thank you.

Phyllis: Oh, lookie here, Diane. I thought you had a doctor's appointment.

Diane: As a matter of fact, I do. Thanks for your concern, Phyllis.

Detective: Oh, good. You're all still here.

Jack: Why? You have something for us?

Detective: Well, we found what we believe is a critical piece of evidence, Mr. Abbott. A can of accelerant, buried in the bushes down the street.

Ashley: "For Abby, on her 16th birthday." Hi. Yeah, this is Ashley Abbott Carlton calling. I need to get into my safety deposit box sometime today. Is there somebody who could help me with that? Okay. That would be great. I'm on my way. Hi.

Brad: Hi, honey.

Ashley: What are you two doing here?

Olivia: Playing hooky.

Brad: I thought we'd stop by, do whatever it takes to put a smile on that beautiful face of yours.

Olivia: Are you going somewhere?

Ashley: Oh, you know, just running a couple of errands. Nothing that can't wait. Besides, how could I leave when my two personal cheerleaders are here?

Brad: Well, listen, Iím going to go whip up a little bit of my world famous iced tea. You guys wait here for me. Hey, tell Ash about what happened in the maternity ward yesterday. This is a funny story.

Ashley: What is it?

Olivia: Well, I really don't have to --

Ashley: No, I want to. Are you kidding? I could use a good laugh. Lay it on me.

Olivia: Okay.

Olivia: Unreal, right?

Ashley: Well, how often does that happen anyway? When the wrong newborn's given --

Olivia: Almost never, thank God.

Brad: Yeah, good thing, or fathers all over the world. He'd be nervous wreck.

Ashley: Not this father. He's rock solid. Did you know that he actually delivered Colleen?

Olivia: Oh, really?

Ashley: Did you know that?

Olivia: No. You know what? You're gonna have to come and help me in the delivery room sometime.

Brad: Just say the word, doc. I'll show up with my catcher's mitt.

Olivia: Your famous iced tea, huh?

Brad: Accompanied by my equally famous cheese and crackers.

Ashley: Yep, mild and bland, just the way I like it. How's Nate?

Olivia: Terrific.

Ashley: Yeah? Did he have a good summer?

Olivia: Thanks to this husband of yours, yeah.

Brad: He's a great kid. We have fun together.

Ashley: Wasn't he taking sailing lessons?

Olivia: Yeah, at camp, three days a week.

Ashley: How'd that go?

Olivia: Well, let's just say he wants me to refer to him as Captain Hastings now.

Ashley: That's cute.

Olivia: I'm so proud of him. You know, he was nervous at first. And then he had to go solo. So there he was alone in that little boat way out there in that lake. He was fantastic.

Brad: That has to be a real confidence booster, huh?

Olivia: Yeah, well, that's the challenge, isn't it? Pushing your kids so they're prepared for what life has in store.

Ashley: I think Iím going to go check on my little Abby. Excuse me.

Olivia: Well -- that wasn't a total bust.

Brad: Come on, Liv, there's something weighing on her.

Olivia: Well, we know what it is.

Brad: Do we? I'm not so sure. Ever since I walked in on her last night making that tape for Abby, she just hasn't been herself.

Olivia: You think it's something else?

Brad: I don't know. I don't know. But, somehow, I have to find out.

Lynne: Paul seems to care very deeply about her.

Mary: Seems. Seems.

Lynne: You got that feeling, too?

Mary: I know Paul loves his child. But I can't stop asking myself -- does he really know this woman? I mean, where did she come from? Who are her parents? What was her life before she popped in here all of the sudden?

Lynne: I've asked myself those very same questions.

Mary: Have you? Have you really?

Lynne: Think about it, Mrs. Williams. There's not a single photo of her in their apartment from an earlier time. There's no stuff, no knick-knacks, furniture, anything that she brought to that marriage. And, basically, she showed up here with the clothes on her back. And why? Why here? It's not like she knew anyone. I mean, even Michael Baldwin, she met after she --

Mary: I really don't want to be talking like this. It's -- it's not right. This is Paulís wife, the mother of my only grandson. We just shouldn't be talking like this.

Lynne: Fine. Let's drop it. Are you sure?

Mary: Yes.

Michael: Relax, Isabella, we can't be sure of anything.

Isabella: You said Paul and Christine were talking.

Michael: Yeah, that doesn't mean they're gonna fly off to Puerto Rico tomorrow.

Isabella: When, Michael? When? Recently?

Michael: Last night at Nikki and Victor's wedding reception.

Isabella: Great. That's just great.

Michael: Christine was very upset afterwards.

Isabella: Which means they were talking about something personal. So that's where he was. I had to leave to go check on Ricky, and when I got back, Paul was nowhere to be found. That's probably when he and his ex-wife were having a tÍte-ŗ-tÍte. Where did they go, the parking lot?

Michael: Who cares where they went?

Isabella: I care, Michael!

Michael: The groom's room.

Isabella: Oh, terrific. What happened? Did Christine drag him in there? Because I know Paul wouldn't have initiated that.

Michael: You're so sure?

Isabella: Yes, I'm sure. Paul is an honest man. If he wants to be with someone else, he would tell me. You know, whatever the reason for Christine being upset -- whatever the reason Paul was talking to her -- she's the one out of control. And it is up to you to make her stop obsessing about my husband!

Michael: And what can I do?

Isabella: Take your own advice, counsel.

Michael: Meaning?

Isabella: Meaning, you were the one who told me to get Paul in bed to clear the deck for you and Christine.

Michael: That was a different situation.

Isabella: Yeah, you're right. It was. You and Christine are friends, confidants. I had to start from scratch. Use your brain. Use your charm. I don't care what you do, but you get that woman in bed! And if you can't do it yourself, you get someone else to seduce her. Everybody knows you're great at manipulating things. So you do it. One way or the other, Michael, you do it, and you do it soon.

Paul: Wait a minute. You actually admit it? That you still have feelings for me?

Chris: It's pretty clear it's mutual, wouldn't you say? What's the matter?

Paul: What do you think? I am so far down another road.

Chris: Isabella and your son --

Paul: I can't deal with this.

Chris: Well, you just answered my next question. It was really great seeing you. Chantal will validate your parking ticket --

Paul: Wait, wait, hold on. What question did I just answer?

Chris: The only one that's on the table. Where do we go from here?

Olivia: Okay, what's going on in that head of yours?

Brad: The usual these days. Wondering what's really going on with my wife.

Olivia: Well, dealing with a disease like this, it's virtually impossible to know unless they've gone through it.

Brad: Yeah, if only I could be certain that's what it was.

Olivia: What else could it be?

Brad: I don't know. But every day that goes by, I get more and more of this feeling.

Olivia: What?

Brad: That there's more. A lot more. And I don't have a clue as to what it is.

Olivia: All we can do is be there for Ash and help put a smile on that beautiful face of hers.

Brad: I'm gonna check on Ash, make sure she's all right. Be right back.

Olivia: "For Abby, on her 16th birthday."

Phyllis: You found accelerant. What does that mean, Detective?

Detective: Any flammable substance can start a blaze. In this case, paint thinner. We found a couple of drops outside leading to the pool house that didn't combust. We're gonna take those samples, analyze them, match them to the type that we found down the street.

Jack: You can tell one paint thinner from another? Aren't they all just paint thinner?

Detective: Well, there's different brands, different levels of quality. Which reminds me, Mr. Abbott, you said that your painter stores his supplies in the pool house?

Jack: Right. Are you gonna need to talk to him?

Detective: We're gonna need the name of the thinner that he uses.

Jack: I got his business card right here.

Diane: Anything else, Detective?

Detective: Yes. We found a pair of gardening gloves.

Jack: Honey, don't you have a pair of gloves just like that?

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