Over 68 million Americans
leave the safety of our borders every year.
If danger strikes,
the FBI's International Response Team
is called into action.
Come on. Let's get out of here.
What makes you think I'm that kind of girl?
After three years together,
now you're gonna play hard to get?
Got to keep you on your toes, baby.
Don't you mean wrapped around your finger?
Well, at least something will be on it!
You're killing me.
Oye. Riquísima, mamacita.
¿Lo que estás haciendo con ese gringo?
- iDéjame en paz! - Hey, hey, hey.
W-What's going on? W-What'd you say to her?
Drew, stop.
- Okay, let's go, Drew. - Wait.
- Now, vámonos! - You got a problem, man?
What was that, Paola? I could have handled that joker.
This is not like New York, Drew.
In Bogotá, life is cheap and people die for no reason,
so you got to be careful.
¿Puedes ahorrar algo de cambio?
- iPor favor! iPor favor! - Okay. I get it.
No hemos comido en días.
No, seriously. I'm sorry.
I shouldn't run my mouth in someplace I don't know.
Okay, then call it a night and stay in your room.
I've barely been out of New York,
let alone South America.
I want to go have some fun!
You'll have plenty of that when you meet my folks mañana.
Now go to bed.
¿Señora, taxi?
♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪
♪ Minutes after they took I ♪
♪ From the bottomless pit ♪
♪ But my hand was made strong ♪
♪ By the hand of the Almighty ♪
♪ We forward in this generation ♪
♪ Triumphantly
Look at that. Well done, Monty.
Tied again.
Well, I did have a good teacher.
So, how about returning the favor
and coming out on a case with us?
You know my weapon of choice is a computer.
You sure that has nothing to do
with the fact that you hate to fly?
Mae told you, di...
That's the last time I take her to happy hour.
She can put 'em away.
And hustle you in pool.
That's my girl.
What is it?
IRT just received a request from the U.S. Embassy in Bogotá.
Let's go.
One Drew Dafaoe, 28, of NYC
was found dead in the alleyway behind his hotel
in Bogotá, Colombia.
There was no sign of a struggle,
so local police ruled it a suicide.
But someone doesn't think it is.
Correct-o, Drew's girlfriend is a native of Bogotá
and says he has no reason to take his own life,
so she filed a formal complaint with the U.S. Embassy
suspecting there was foul play involved.
There's nothing in his medical record
to suggest that Drew was of poor mental or physical health.
Drew claimed on, his visitor's declaration form
that he was in possession of an engagement ring.
He was gonna propose.
That doesn't sound like somebody
who's about to take his own life.
Unfortunately, from these photos,
I can't really tell what happened.
I mean, he could have jumped or been pushed.
True, but what is clear is,
in the hours leading up to Drew's death,
his behavior was very suspect.
After exhausting his ATM withdrawal limit,
he then went to a local bank and cleared out his account.
So where's that money?
Missing, As is the ring.
Here I thought Colombia was cleaning up their act.
Well, it is.
And because of it, more Americans have visited Colombia
in the last two years than they have in the previous 20.
Mm, but like anything, it takes time,
so crime, is still a big problem for them.
And tourists are always the easiest targets.
Well, especially when the perception is
that all Americans are rich.
Which explains why 219 Americans
have been targeted in Colombia in 2015.
And most of those were express kidnappings.
Yeah, but after the victims are taken at gunpoint,
go to the ATM, withdraw the money,
they're usually immediately released.
And these types of criminals are highly organized,
mobile, experienced, but not usually violent.
So, if this is an escalation,
there's no telling what dangers
more Americans might find themselves in.
"Poverty does not destroy virtue nor does wealth bestow it."
The Colombian proverb says,
"Poverty does not destroy virtue nor wealth bestow it."
Only cinco pesos.
No. No.
No, thank you.
- Good for you. - No.
Yeah, here you go.
Muchas gracias.
Get!
iFuera de aquí, ratas!
iAntes de que llame a la policía!
iTodos vamos! iVamos!
"Gamines," or "throwaway children"...
It's a remnant of Colombia's recent civil wars.
The unemployment, poverty, lack of housing
has left their parents struggling
and the children abandoned.
So they live on the streets, join gangs to survive.
What's the Colombian government doing about this?
Not enough.
I'm sorry about this vermin.
They're a stain on our country.
Agent Garrett. I'm Detective Benavides.
Detective, thanks for having us.
Agent Seger, Jarvis, and Simmons.
I'm sorry that you had to fly all the way down here
for this... how do you say... Open-and-close case.
Oh, it certainly looks that way, but...
It is.
This is no longer the land of Pablo Escobar.
Colombia has taken its place in a new world
and we would hope that its neighbors in the North
would trust that we can police our own backyard.
Well, no disrespect intended,
but when a formal complaint is filed with our embassy,
we take that very seriously.
Fine. How can I be of assistance?
We'd like to see the deceased's hotel room.
Unfortunately, that's not possible.
Because we didn't declare this a crime,
we've removed the deceased's belongings
and released the room back to the hotel.
Which we then rented to a new guest.
We're very busy,
and the Chico Reservado district is very popular with tourists,
but I can show it to you if you'd like.
If the room's been cleaned and occupied,
then all the evidence has been compromised.
Agreed, so, Detective,
can you instead, escort Agents Jarvis and Simmons
to the alleyway where the body was found
so they can take a look?
Of course.
Mae, can you check out the alley
while Simmons takes a look at the roof?
You got it, boss.
This way, por favor.
Let's go have a chat, with Drew's girlfriend, Paola.
I know this is a difficult time for you,
so I apologize in advance for what I'm about to ask,
but every piece of information is vital.
Of course.
Did Drew have any involvement with drugs or drug dealers?
Nada.
Are you sure?
Drew's father's life was destroyed by drugs,
so he never touched them.
Where were you the night of Drew's death?
At my parents' home in the Teusaquillo district of Bogotá.
But didn't you travel to Colombia together?
Mis padres are very old-fashioned.
They would not approve of me staying in Drew's hotel room.
They didn't know you were living together in New York?
No.
If your father found out, would Drew have been in danger?
Mi padre loves me, and in the end,
he has always accepted my decisions.
And in return, I'm very respectful of him and mi madre,
but never afraid.
Of course.
But I still believe this was my fault.
Paola, why do you say that?
Well, Drew and I were dancing
at El Sitio nightclub down the street, and...
when we left, we had a run-in with an halcón.
And he tried to talk to me, but I pulled away.
But then Drew stepped in, and he had some words with him.
¿Halcón? A hawk?
Yes, halcones are the lowest-ranking members
of the cartel.
They're responsible
for reporting the activities of the police, rival groups,
back to their captains.
Are you sure he was an halcón?
He had a walkie-talkie.
Which is how they communicate.
The radio network
is a shadow communication system for the cartels.
And carved into the handle were the initials "LP."
LP... The Los Primos cartel.
That's one of Bogotá's most feared.
And he also had a gun, so I think
they may have followed Drew to his hotel and killed him.
I-I shouldn't have left him there solo.
Paola, why didn't you tell the police all this?
Because I don't trust the policía!
Some of them are still in bed with the cartels,
letting them run drugs and scams on tourists.
And it wouldn't have changed anything.
Now Drew is gone, and all our dreams with it.
I processed the roof. There's no signs of a struggle.
It's also none of the emotion of a suicide, either.
What are you trying to say?
Well, most people committing suicide will stop.
They'll think for a moment.
They'll have some sort of a hesitation.
Take off their glasses, fold their jacket,
check their lipstick one last time, et cetera.
But not Drew.
Security report says
that roof door alarm was triggered,
and 12 seconds later, he hit the ground.
There was no note, no hesitation.
Proves nothing.
Not one person is the same.
That's true, but there are certain patterns
that we all share when it comes to our self-preservation,
even when we think we want to die.
In my experience,
people do strange things out of character all the time.
Completely agreed,
especially when they're under the influence
of drugs or alcohol, but...
The autopsy showed
that there were no drugs in Drew's system,
and the alcohol that he had consumed
the night before barely registered.
Detective Benavides, have you had any luck
getting surveillance footage
of Drew's ATM or bank withdrawals?
Sí, sí, sí. Claro que sí.
I'll pull it up on one of the hotel computers.
You all right, Clara?
Yeah.
Sorry.
Paola just reminded me of the helplessness
that I felt when I lost Brad.
Of course.
If we can find out who did this to Drew,
it's gonna give her closure, allow her to move on.
I hope we can do that.
We will.
No, no, no. Cerrado.
We're closed until 6:00.
FBI.
I was hoping you might be able to help us out.
I doubt that.
Let's give it a try, anyway.
Either of you see this man last night?
Ahh!
I don't know. We see a lot of people.
All those people end up dead?
No dar papaya.
"Don't give the papaya"?
It's a local saying. It means...
That it was probably the guy's own damn fault
for walking in yesterday, being gringo, and flashing cash.
And maybe you helped him out with that?
¿Yo?
You Americans are always putting your noses
in Colombian business
and just making everything worse.
Why don't you stop deflecting and answer my question?
Ohh.
Mira.
Tough guy with his gun and his badge.
Now I'm just a tough guy.
But a little piece of tin
doesn't seem like it would be a problem for you.
Hermano... you don't want any of this.
Big guy like you, doesn't have many real fights.
Your game is intimidation.
Most people back down before a punch is ever thrown,
but I'm not one of those guys.
So... you have anything to do with this man's death?
Okay.
Yeah, okay?
Look...
I tried to talk to his lady.
That's it... Hmm?
I was here all night into the morning, working.
You don't believe me? Ask him.
Doesn't mean you didn't get on your walkie
and call one of your buddies to take care of him.
- I am just... - Whoa.
Suave.
It doesn't work. It's not even loaded.
I am just a security guard.
The walkie and the gun are a ruse.
So...
If people think, you're part of the drug cartels,
they think twice before doing anything stupid?
Welcome to Colombia.
Nothing about his behavior suggests stress.
Mm. It doesn't look like he's being coerced at all.
Which supports the original investigation was correct.
Does this guy look like he's about to jump off a roof to you?
No. But it doesn't look like he's being forced
to empty his bank account, either.
What's up, Monty?
I just flagged Timothy Hulse, 58, Canadian.
Registered at a hotel right down the street
from our first victim, Drew.
Also, Tim just emptied his bank account
from the same bank, nearly $10,000.
- That's a lot of pocket change. - Where?
Right around the corner from your current location.
FBI! Everybody clear!
Clear out!
It's Tim Hulse.
Thank you for allowing me to examine
our most recent victim on our plane, Coroner Falcao.
You know, due to your time constraint
and our overflow of cases,
I think this is the most effective way to proceed.
Of course.
Witnesses said that he stepped into traffic...
Committed suicide.
So, what do you hope to find?
An answer to why someone would go against
every survival instinct that they have.
The victim was not alone
but accompanied to Colombia by his wife, Amber.
Where is she?
I don't know.
Then let's find her. Pronto.
This might be an escalation from "express kidnapping"
to a more classic kidnapping with a ransom.
Yeah, it would explain why the missus went M.I.A.
And why the bank account was emptied.
But not why he killed himself.
Unless it was his life or hers.
Did the victims have any connection, Monty?
They were both were visiting Bogotá,
both used the same ATM, which is the only one within a mile.
Outside of that, Drew was an American...
Tim is a Canuck.
So, the unsub is targeting not only Americans,
but foreigners.
More specifically, tourists.
And if Tim Hulse emptied out his bank account,
walked outside, and then within five minutes, he's dead,
why didn't we find any money on him?
Maybe he passed it off to someone.
That would have to be pretty quick and organized
seeing that there's no witnesses or footage.
This is Colombia.
Unlike America, we are limited
with surveillance cameras around the city.
Besides the bank cameras...
Which I'm looking at now.
The footage shows that Tim left
and there's nothing out of the ordinary.
If I didn't know any better,
it'd look like he was going on a Sunday stroll.
If anyone was taken, it wasn't here.
There's no signs of struggle.
Monty, how old is Mrs. Hulse?
According to her Canadian passport, 58. Why?
What does she do for a living?
The Hulses reported their occupations
on their visitor declaration form.
Tim was an accountant. Amber is a third-grade teacher.
Why?
So, what are the odds that a third-grade teacher
is using purple lipstick with glitter in it?
Towels are still wet...
and there's red hair in the drain.
I am willing to bet that Mrs. Hulse is not a...
She's a brunet.
So why was there another woman in this hotel room?
More importantly, is she our unsub?
Jack, after Tim's untimely death,
I started tracking his credit cards,
and I just got a hit that someone tried to use it
in a shop nearby.
It could be the people that have Mrs. Hulse.
Monty, send the coordinates to my phone.
I'm coming with you.
I hope you don't take offense to this,
but in Colombia, not many women become medical examiners.
In fact, I've never worked with one.
You're my first.
Well, hopefully, I'm doing the ladies proud
because I have an international reputation to uphold.
Really?
Um, no.
I just like the way that sounds.
You're funny, too.
Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm the whole package.
So, what makes a young, happy woman
go into the business of death?
Well, I was in med school,
and I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do yet,
and then I got my first cadaver.
And she was my age.
And I found myself wanting to know her story.
And as I started to work on her,
it unfolded right in front of me.
Her body was telling me exactly what
the last few moments of her life were.
You realized the dead can talk.
Sí.
So I... figured, if I became an M.E.,
I could help them find some peace,
maybe even some justice.
Doctor, I think we have a full bladder.
That's unusual.
So there's a receptor antagonist
that blocked the excitatory effect
of the ACh on the detrusor muscle.
I think we know what we're dealing with.
Hey. I just got off the phone with the embassy.
They're issuing a travel warning to all Americans in Bogotá
and a warning to other embassies
to do the same for their citizens.
Good. Simmons just called.
He found the person of interest using the Hulses' credit card.
It turned out to be Mrs. Hulse herself.
Seems she had breakfast with her husband this morning
before she went on the Zipaquirá Salt Cathedral tour
while he came back to the hotel to rest.
So, whoever it was
must have known that she'd be occupied.
What do you got, Mae?
Well, the original medical reports
said that the victims were not drugged,
when, in fact, they were.
With what?
It's called scopolamine,
A.K.A. "The Devil's Breath."
So, why didn't the original labs catch it?
Well, scopolamine metabolizes into the bloodstream so quickly
that standard toxic panels don't detect it.
It also grows only here in Colombia,
so it's specific to the region.
Bingo.
Now, scopolamine is like a Mickey on steroids.
It's odorless, it's off-white in color,
and it can be blown into someone's face
or just passed on through touch.
Once this happens, the victim is turned
into a complete mental zombie,
and the memory process to the brain is blocked.
And while they're under the influence,
the victim is easily controlled
by suggestions or verbal commands
to perform unspeakable acts,
which is why all of our victims
have been emptying their bank accounts...
Because they were told to.
And the person giving the commands
is usually very close by.
And once the drug has worn off,
the victim has no recollection of what's happened
or what they did under the influence.
They can't even identify the people that
gave them the drug in the first place.
Well, then why have them kill themselves
if they can't remember anything, anyway?
Unless these crimes of opportunity
are also a way to fulfill a lust to kill.
Sounds like you're on to something, Mae.
Get back to the hotel as soon as possible, and we'll regroup.
The last time I heard of scopolamine,
a bunch of working girls were using it
to roll Johns on Guatemala.
Well, a lady of the night would explain
who was drinking the champagne.
And who took the shower
in a country where running water is not always a given.
Yeah, but neither of these victims
look like the kind of men that would pay for sex.
Agreed, but maybe they didn't pay for it,
and these women followed them
and found the right opportunity to dose them.
All right, so where do we find this working girl?
That's the easy part.
Simmons, meet us at the Wall.
The Wall's infamous for prostitution.
There she is. Redhead, purple lipstick.
Check.
Nice ice on her finger.
I think we just found Drew's lost engagement ring...
and his killer.
Go, go!
Aah!
I don't have a shot.
There's too many innocents downrange.
- There she goes! - I'll get his attention.
As soon as I draw his fire, you get the girl.
Copy.
Simmons, you get everyone else to safety.
Done.
Go!
Come on. Clear, clear, clear, clear, clear!
Go, go, go! Go, go! Clear, clear!
Jack Garrett, FBI!
What do we got, Jack?
He's on a drug called scopolamine.
It's like you're under hypnosis,
so whoever gives it to you
has a lot of sway
over your actions.
Aah!
FBI! Stop!
Aah!
How'd he know where to find us?
The unsub is watching.
What's your name?
Canela.
But why am I here? I did nothing.
Then why did you run?
Someone was shooting.
After that,
when I identified myself as law enforcement.
Instinct.
Innocent people don't run.
You police are all the same,
deciding who's innocent and who's not.
I am not the Colombian police.
You help me, maybe I can help you.
- ¿Ayudarme? - Sí.
Who cares about las prostitutas in Bogotá?
What I care about, Canela, is the truth.
If you tell it, I can help you.
If not, you go take your chances with the Bogotá Policía.
What do you want to know?
Within the last 24 hours,
you were hired by two tourists.
Sí.
And they both brought you back to their hotel rooms.
Sí.
Once you were alone with them,
you used The Devil's Breath to take them under your control
and manipulate them out of their money.
¿Qué?
After you were finished with them,
you ordered them to take their own lives
to cover your tracks.
No!
Finally, you took the shooter,
and you did the exact same thing,
but instead of ordering him to kill himself,
you ordered him to kill my teammate Jack Garrett
because we were getting too close.
INada! IMentiras!
Not lies, Canela! It's the truth!
If I told you the truth, you wouldn't believe me.
Try me!
Sí, both turistas y gringos
hired me for the night, but neither wanted sexo.
What did they want?
Por extraño que parezca, they wanted nothing.
They fed me, told me to shower,
and then paid me for the whole day
so I didn't have to work anymore.
The one guy even gave me this ring.
I know this all sounds loco, but what am I supposed to do?
Not take the money? Not take the ring?
I got to eat.
So what about the gunman? What did he want?
I never met him.
When he came and started shooting,
that was the first time I ever saw him.
I swear on el mismo Jesucristo.
Mae and Simmons are interviewing the shooter.
How'd it go with our working girl?
She says she's innocent.
Of course.
I believe her, Jack.
Why's that?
Well, because when people lie, they tend to minimize,
you know, to conceal their degree of involvement,
but Canela has admitted to everything,
including things that would cast doubt on her story,
like the fact that they paid her extra money
or that Drew gave her the ring.
Her only crime is growing up on these streets
and trying to survive.
So, if she didn't do it
whoever our unsub is has a soft spot for her.
Agreed.
And they want her washed, fed, and off the streets.
But it's, a conflicting motivation...
Greed versus romance?
Could be dealing with a schizophrenic,
someone of two minds,
on the one hand, driven by logic...
On the other, driven by emotion.
Which could be a blessing.
I mean, the emotional side of our unsub
is driving them to take risks
that they normally wouldn't take.
Exactly. Which could be their undoing.
Or their common thread.
Canela asked me, "Who cares for prostitutes in Bogotá?"
Someone else who's been thrown away.
I what?
You got to be kidding me. I had a gun?
Where would I get a gun?
We found this on you.
Where'd you get it?
Well, who's this?
I've never seen this guy before.
It's okay, sir. We believe you.
You do?
Yeah, we think that you were drugged.
I'm taking a sample right now to confirm.
Well, how?
Well, that is what we are trying to figure out.
What's the last thing you remember?
Uh, I decided to take a walk
from my hotel down to the marketplace.
Then...
"Redemption Song?"
Yeah, that's what I remember.
I put some money into the...
The Kid Musician's hat.
And then everything went dark.
Thank you.
Papaya, señorita? Please?
Papaya?
Here you go.
- Music. - The Polaroid of Jack.
The marketplace...
It's what all the vics had in common.
The Chico Reservado district
is very popular among the tourists.
They walk through here every single day.
And finally the kids.
They're everywhere.
The poor and homeless are often invisible.
Yeah, that's why this crime was so hard to figure out.
We underestimated them.
Yeah, because you don't want to believe
that kids are capable of such a thing.
Doesn't mean he's our unsub.
He looks like the ringleader to me.
He just may be,
but let's kick the tires on this and be sure.
Our unsub is targeting tourists.
These are crimes of opportunity,
but there's, a sadistic element to them.
Robbery should have been enough,
but these murders are extra.
This person wants control, craves power.
I-It's not just about money,
but about making his victims be punished.
This is someone who's angry at tourists or foreigners.
Yeah, a domineering personality,
someone who takes pleasure
in... in making their victims helpless.
This kid doesn't fit the profile.
So what? He fits the crime.
See, look at the way he checks around.
See?
See right there?
Before he gives the kid the money.
They're afraid of someone.
So he's got nothing to do with this?
He might not be our unsub,
but he's most definitely our Romeo.
Strawberries, champagne, and a shower.
Only a kid on the street who lacks these things
is gonna know their value.
How is that possible?
Whoever is tied into protecting this girl
is most likely the person who did all of this.
Unless we're looking for two people...
One Alpha and one Beta.
Which is why our profile was so conflicting.
These kids are just puppets.
Someone else is pulling the strings,
giving information from afar.
So we're not looking for a Romeo.
We're looking for a Cyrano.
So, how do we find this Cyrano?
First, let's get these kids off the street
and to safety.
iLa policía!
iCorran! iCorran!
Hey.
FBI.
¿Hablas inglés?
Sí.
Where'd you learn to speak English?
Where else?
American music.
He's clean.
Which means I'm free to go. Gracias.
No, no, no, no.
They're all clean.
One of the other kids
must have gotten away with the scopolamine.
I'm not interested in you going to jail,
but I am interested in who your boss is.
I'm the boss.
I think you're just a kid being manipulated.
You don't know anything about me or my friends or my family.
Well, I know whoever you think your friend is, isn't.
They're using you and all the others
to do bad things
so that, if you get caught, you all go to jail, not them.
The FBI likes to lie.
I promise you, we're not lying. Let me help you.
I know you're just trying to take care of your friends.
We're okay.
We'll take care of ourselves.
Gracias.
iVámonos!
So, what now?
We follow them.
Well, they can't have escaped that quickly.
Got 'em.
Yeah, they can fit in here, but we can't.
Need to find another way in.
They're probably meeting with their leader now.
I'm pretty sure this leads under the hotel.
Maybe there's a way in from there.
Everyone worked real hard today.
Aah!
_
Finally a chance to be the conquerors
instead of the conquered!
_
The FBI is not here for Canela.
They're here because you killed all those men!
Now kill yourself.
_
They all could have been traced back to Canela...
_
What?
_
No!
_
But Canela was our family!
_
She had to go.
We... We all loved her like a sister.
And what about me?
Huh?!
You were all nothing but rats living in a sewer!
I brought you here! I gave you all this!
I gave you a family, a home!
No! You say all that, but you treat us skinny dogs!
And when you don't need us, you're gonna throw us out, too!
Like you did with Canela.
Shut up!
FBI! Drop the weapon!
I said, drop the weapon!
_
Okay...
Her name was Gabriella Muñoz,
ex-street kid and prostitute with a long criminal record
and a history of extreme Colombian nationalistic views.
So, how did she become the hotel manager?
Rosa Fernandez was an alias
that she must have stolen and used to get the job.
The kids say
that she had been planning this scam for a while.
A hotel manager's a perfect cover
if you want to rip off some tourists.
Yeah, and being surrounded by them
must have triggered her resentment
towards all the foreigners.
And suddenly, it wasn't enough to just steal from them...
She needed to kill them, too.
I owe you and your team an apology.
I thought there was nothing here.
You were right. There was.
Well, this is one of those times I wish I was wrong.
Hopefully, in the future, we can do more?
Thank you.
So, what about them?
What happens now?
Although they were part of a criminal activity,
I've spoken to my superior on their behalf,
and he's taken into account their circumstances.
They've been cleared of any wrongdoing.
Well, I'm glad to hear that
because I found someone who can help us.
I have a friend who runs an orphanage.
Hola, Jack.
Thank you for coming, Ramona.
The kids are right over there with my team.
I'll go introduce myself,
and then we can take them off to their new home.
What would you have done if we decided
to press charges against them?
I guess we'll never have to find that out.
Um, I'm gonna be right back.
- Hey. - Hey.
I, uh... I have something that belongs to you.
Oh, my God.
Drew wanted you to have this.
♪ Old pirates, yes, they rob I ♪
It's perfect.
♪ Sold I to the merchant ships ♪
♪ Minutes after they took I ♪
♪ From the bottomless pit ♪
♪ But my hand was made strong ♪
♪ By the hand of the Almighty ♪
♪ We forward in this generation ♪
♪ Triumphantly ♪
♪ Won't you help to sing ♪
♪ These songs of freedom? ♪
♪ 'Cause all I ever have ♪
♪ Redemption songs ♪
♪ Redemption song ♪
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