♪♪ [indistinct police radio] [radio] Police attendance required.

Sarge!

-We've got a shout.

-OK.

I called an ambulance!

Where's the ambulance?

It's on its way, Mrs Klein.

-Can you show us where Alfie is?

-He's in here.

OK.

Alfie?

Alfie, can you hear me?

How long has he been like this?

I don't know.

He was lying there when I arrived.

I rang 999 straight away.

They said they were sending an ambulance.

It's OK.

It's OK.

-Callum!

-[Callum] Yeah?

Can you fire a rocket up the ambulance service, please?

-On it, Sarge.

-Cheers.

Right, OK, Diane, I'm just gonna roll him into the recovery position, OK?

One, two, three, OK.

-There we go.

-[siren approaches] -That's the ambulance now.

-Oh!

At long last!

The flowers were bought online using a credit card owned by a Betty Harlow, who's 92.

She says she lost her handbag a couple of days ago and she didn't realise you're meant to cancel your cards.

So, it's a dead end?

One thing I don't understand is why would Marlene be so upset if she'd seen those flowers?

Because they're supposed to be from a friend of ours.

Shelley.

Who went missing 25 years ago.

-What, so it's a wind-up?

-Maybe.

But sending flowers to Marlene on the day she buried Barry?

Aye.

That's proper creepy.

[door opens] I need your help.

-Ever heard of knocking?

-This is an emergency!

Any signs of a struggle?

The state of the place?

It's impossible to tell.

I was talking to the neighbours.

They heard shouting coming from Alfie's caravan.

OK.

So, the chances are this wasn't an accident.

[siren wails] A jumble sale?

You barged in here because of a jumble sale?

Is that what this is in aid of?

Your husband should be a detective.

Sorry, guys, can I go, or...?

Aye, aye.

You can trot off, young Ryan.

Unless you know somewhere big enough to hold a jumble sale.

[Ryan laughs awkwardly] What happened with the church hall?

Water tank sprang a leak.

The place is drenched.

Have you thought about the pub?

The Commodore?

Trust you to suggest that den of iniquity.

It is big enough for a jumble sale.

It's stuffed to the gill with drunkards, gluttons, fornicators.

Must be why it's so popular.

-You know what they say, Mother.

-What?

Beggars can't be choosers.

-[Diane sighs] -Um... Tell me, Diane.

Why did you go round to see your son this morning?

To take him for breakfast at the Commodore.

My treat.

Alfie's a sucker for a pain au chocolat.

So, um, when you got to the caravan, you didn't see anything unusual?

Only that the door was wide open.

I put my head through it and... that's when I saw my lovely wee boy just lying there.

Can you think of why anyone might have wanted to hurt your son?

Definitely not.

Quite the opposite.

That lad is as soft as freshly churned butter.

Everybody loves him.

He will be OK, won't he, Marlene?

My daughter, Lily... Since I divorced her dad, we've had a very difficult relationship.

Alfie's all I've got.

It's OK.

♪♪ [Ryan] What's it a painting of?

Ach, goodness only knows!

Apparently, it's an abstract.

After you, dear lady.

I do not normally frequent this kind of establishment.

It can be our secret.

[mutters] All right.

Lois Dunlop?

We don't often see you in here.

Ever.

You don't ever see me in here.

She wants to ask you a favour.

Sorry, do you mind if I... Aye, aye, you can scoot off now.

Can I help you?

This lady was first.

The lad was right.

I need to ask you a favour.

A big one.

Can we hold our church jumble sale in your... bar?

-When?

-This afternoon.

You want to hold a jumble sale in my bar?

-This afternoon?

-That's right.

Even though you haven't set foot in this place for 30 years?

Yeah.

OK.

-Sorry, what?

-That's fine.

Oh, great.

Thanks.

May I ask... Why I've said yes?

Because you've done nothing but slag this place off for decades.

Today you're going to see it for what it truly is.

The heart of the community.

I think you'll find that the church is actually... Oh, I grant you, my mother did often complain about the behaviour of some of the fishermen and farmers that used to drink in here.

But these days, we're all lattes and kids' portions, not spit and sawdust.

Times have changed.

And so should you.

Now, I'm sorry for the wait.

How can I help you?

Can I ask you a question?

Yes.

Has anyone ever written a song about you?

Something about a lady and her being divine?

As a matter of fact, they have.

My husband.

You must have heard it on the radio.

I never did, I swear.

Well, then how do you know?

I can see it.

Sense it.

It's like an aura all around you.

-Do you mean...?

-[man] That's right.

I have the gift.

[gasps] When we left the hospital, Alfie was out for the count.

So, what are we thinking?

Robbery gone wrong?

Yeah, it's possible.

Mind you, I don't think Alfie owns anything worth stealing.

He's never held a job down for more than two minutes.

So, no one saw this assailant?

No.

But the caravan park owner has a camera at the main gates.

He's gonna send the footage over.

How does Alfie Klein have no money?

Well, what do you mean?

Well, his father, Oliver, was a famous artist.

-Was?

-Aye.

Oliver died a couple of weeks back.

Actually, that was the last funeral Barry ever conducted.

Mum used to clean for Oliver Klein.

Never stopped going on about her famous client.

She cleans for Lily now, the daughter.

She inherited Oliver's house.

And what did Alfie get?

From what I heard, nothing.

This Oliver, did he have a lot to leave?

I would have thought so.

I mean, his work is highly sought after.

You'd have to shell out a whole lot of cash for a painting by Oliver Klein.

Mrs Dunlop, what is all this?

Your good lady wife has kindly agreed to let me hold our church jumble sale here this afternoon.

[laughs] Of course she has.

[Nicole] Clint!

Come here!

This fella is amazing.

[Nicole laughs] Tell me something about Clint.

Clint is a good man.

But a while ago, maybe a year... he made a terrible mistake.

You paid a heavy price, am I right?

I can see... bars.

That'll be when you were in prison.

You were in jail?

Only on remand.

I got a suspended sentence.

What about Brandi?

What can you see?

Brandi's new in town.

You used to work in another pub.

The name had something to do with... livestock.

The Sheep and Lamb!

I told you, Clint!

This man is unbelievable!

The CCTV is through.

Take a look.

So, the park owner's flagged a car that he doesn't recognise.

Drove through the gates at 10:22 and then back out again at a quarter to 11.

[Marlene] I recognise that car.

Who does it belong to?

Alfie Klein's sister Lily.

The heiress.

Come on, Callum.

Let's have a word with Lily.

Yeah.

♪♪ -I can also predict the future.

-You can't!

I predict that you're gonna pour me a glass of whiskey.

On the house.

That's definitely not coming true.

[laughs] Oh!

You're so wrong, Clint.

Whereas you are right again!

[Nicole laughs] I'm so sorry, I never got your name.

Seamus.

But you, young lady, can call me Seamie.

Right, sweetheart, we need to hit the road if you want to get back in time for the Commodore's -first-ever jumble sale.

-OK.

[Clint] I can't believe you let Lois Dunlop talk you into it.

-Where are you going?

-Solicitors.

We just need to find out what our rights are if the baby isn't Clint's.

You mean if it turns out to be Callum's?

[Nicole] Exactly.

Well, my lips are sealed.

[Nicole] Cheerio.

Did I just hear her mention the word "baby"?

Does that mean she's pregnant?

I'm surprised you have to ask.

Your powers must be slipping.

[line rings] [voicemail] Please leave a message after the tone.

Hi.

It's me.

Give me a call when you get this.

I'm in the Commodore.

Port Devine.

So, um, you've all given samples then?

Just me and Nicole.

That's enough to work out if the baby's mine.

-And not Clint's.

-Hmm.

When do you get the results?

The sooner the better.

The suspense is killing me.

I'm sure.

I can't believe Nicole's gonna have a baby.

-[Callum] There's the car.

-Yep.

This house is quite a contrast to Alfie's caravan, eh?

[knocks on door] Marlene?

I'm sorry I didn't get to the funeral.

You know what it's like.

The kids had this party they had to go to... It's... It's fine, Lily.

Can we ask, have you heard from your mother?

No.

But why would I?

We're hardly bosom buddies.

It's your brother Alfie.

-He's in hospital.

-What's wrong?

Well, we have reason to believe he was assaulted.

Assaulted?

Alfie?

By who?

Well, that's what we're trying to work out.

Can you tell us where you were between ten and 11 this morning?

Uh, I was here.

You didn't go to visit your brother?

No.

Does anyone else drive the car?

Um, just my husband.

And he's in England.

On... business.

I'm sorry, Lily.

But we have evidence that you did see your brother, so we're going to have to place you under arrest.

-For what?

-Assault.

Assault?

You think I assaulted Alfie?

[laughs] This is crazy.

Lily Klein, I am arresting you for grievous bodily harm with intent.

You don't have to say anything, but I must caution you if you do not mention when questioned something you later rely on... This is your car... entering and leaving the caravan park this morning.

OK.

I went to see Alfie.

But I didn't lay a finger on him.

I heard you two haven't been getting on too well.

Well, since your dad died.

We weren't exactly best mates before he died either.

Oh?

Why?

Alfie and my dad never got on, never saw eye to eye.

And Alfie was always very jealous of my relationship with my father.

OK.

So, what happened when you went round this morning?

We had... a talk.

And when I left, Alfie was absolutely fine.

He was!

-I am not a liar.

-Oh, really?

Because you were adamant that you did not see your brother this morning.

Now, if that is not a lie, I don't know what is.

[Callum] What did you and Alfie talk about?

Family business.

The fact that your dad left you everything and him nothing?

Private family business.

Look, I didn't assault my brother!

I swear!

-Here.

That makes no sense.

-What do you mean?

It was Alfie who was left out of the will, not Lily.

So, if anyone was angry enough to commit assault, -it should have been him.

-Yeah.

Maybe Alfie was having a go at Lily and she lost her temper.

-Yeah.

-[message alert] -Sorry, Sarge.

-No, it's OK.

I'm gonna call the hospital and see how Alfie's doing.

Yeah?

[Seamie on voicemail] Hi, it's me.

Give me a call when you get this.

I'm in the Commodore.

Port Devine.

You are joking me!

♪♪ Another drink?

On the house?

Please!

Tap water.

Bet you didn't see that coming.

Large glass of rosée please, love.

I've had a terrible morning.

Is everything all right, Mrs Klein?

Mrs Dunlop.

You haven't heard?

My Alfie's in hospital.

Someone broke into his caravan and assaulted him.

-No!

Is Alfie gonna be OK?

-He's battered and bruised, but the doctor's saying that he'll make a full recovery.

Thank heavens for that.

What's all this in aid of?

Uh, church jumble.

The hall was flooded.

What's that painting?

As you know, art is my sujet spéecialisée.

Yeah.

I must say, I was dying to have a peek myself.

[Lois chuckles] I suspect that you may have seen this before, Mrs Klein.

I have a strong suspicion it was painted by your ex-husband.

-Really?

-God rest his soul.

Where did you get this?

Lily gave it me for the jumble.

-Well, she had no right!

-Why not?

Because... Because it's a family heirloom.

I'll take that.

Oh, uh, I-I don't think so.

This was donated fair and square.

Ladies, I'm sure there's an amicable way to sort this out.

Lois Dunlop, I have had the day from hell.

Either you give me this painting... Or what?

I'll make you!

[they grunt and strain] Can we keep it down here, folks?

Why don't you give the painting to me?

[Diane] Stay out of this!

Take the painting!

[Diane and Seamie scream] What is going on here?

Hello, Callum.

Do you know this fella?

Of course I do.

He's my dad.

Marlene.

I was so sorry to hear about Barry.

Thanks.

Well, you look a million times better than when I saw you last.

I feel fine.

I don't understand why I can't go home.

Probably because you were out cold for so long.

Um... so, what happened, Alfie?

Honestly, Marlene, I can't remember.

Did you have any visitors at your place this morning?

No.

No, I was home alone.

Really?

That's strange, because your sister Lily has admitted that she went round to see you.

Your neighbours heard shouting.

I had my noise-cancelling headphones on.

I didn't even hear her knock.

She thought I was deliberately ignoring her.

So, Lily what, um... lost her temper?

-I suppose.

-And then you argued.

And then she assaulted you?

Yes.

We argued.

But... [sighs] That's the last thing I remember, honestly.

So, you're telling me that you don't know how you got injured?

[sighs] It's still a total blank.

What did the two of you argue about?

The usual.

You know, Dad's will.

How totally unfair it was.

Fighting?

[Lois] It wasn't really a fight.

More of a fracas.

A spirited disagreement.

Are you going to take any further action, officer?

I don't believe that this is a police matter.

Right, come on, Dad.

I need a word.

Outside.

Dad?

You're Callum's dad?

So that explains the psychic powers.

[laughs] It was only a bit of fun.

Right, come on, then.

Um, any news?

About you know what?

No.

Not yet.

We'll let you know as soon as we hear.

OK.

Come on, then.

We have a policy on fighting in this pub.

[Diane] Oh, yes?

Well, what is it?

Zero tolerance.

One strike and you're out.

What does that mean?

You're both barred!

Has Mummy thrown you out?

Again?

She's really angry.

I met this fella, and... he said he could publish my poems in a proper book.

All I needed to do was give him 5,000.

Don't tell me.

You didn't have 5,000, but Mummy did.

In her rainy day fund.

How long do you need to stay for?

All depends on how long it takes her to forgive me.

I'll be back after work.

Don't burn the house down.

Everything all right with you?

Fine.

No drama.

Your mother told me that you and Jo have split up.

Water under the bridge.

Nothing else strange or startling?

No.

Nothing.

Right, I'll see you later.

I have to get back to work here.

My mother?

Fighting?

-What about?

-A painting by Oliver Klein.

Lily donated it to your mum for her jumble sale.

Diane was demanding she give it back.

Hmm.

That's very interesting.

I'd like a word with your mother.

You're not the only one.

I was cleaning Lily's place this morning.

Just like I always used to do for her dear dead father.

Now he was a lovely man.

Even though I never really took to his... [chuckles] desperate so-called abstract art.

So, you were cleaning?

Aye, aye.

Well, I arrived on the dot of ten, as usual, and a man was leaving.

Lily was saying goodbye to him at the door.

And I'll tell you what, her face was like thunder.

And then she went out for a while.

How long for?

Oh... three quarters of an hour.

And when she came back, she handed me the painting and said it was only fit for the jumble.

The bus gets in at six if you're still OK to meet them.

It'll be my pleasure.

I've booked a table for dinner.

The whole family together.

Well, that'll be nice.

Where are we going?

The Commodore.

Hm-hmm.

Um... Well now, that might be a problem.

I have been barred.

Honestly, Mother.

The first time you set foot in the place in 30 years.

OK, cheers.

Guys, the tech team got me into Lily Klein's phone.

Her texts reveal that she set up a meeting this morning, half nine, at her place.

Just before she went round to her brother's.

So, sorry, who was this meeting with?

A Gordon Preston.

He's an art appraiser from Belfast.

He's just after saying that he valued one of Oliver Klein's paintings for Lily.

The only problem is, he decided it was a fake.

He says it's worth nothing.

That explains why Lily gave an Oliver Klein painting to Lois for the jumble sale.

Maybe that's what Lily and Alfie were fighting about.

Hm-hmm.

Well, let's go and ask her.

Mrs Dunlop told us you were saying goodbye to a man on the doorstep.

So, we've done our research.

His name is Gordon Preston and he is an art appraiser.

He told me my father's painting was... a fake.

And you decided Alfie was responsible.

It must have been him.

Alfie was a talented artist before he decided he would never live up to his father and gave it all up.

What did Alfie say, when you accused him?

He swore it had nothing to do with him.

When your mother found out you'd given the painting away, she flipped out and demanded it back.

She told Lois it was a family heirloom.

My mother always hated that painting.

She said it was dull and derivative.

-So, why did she flip out?

-[Lily] I don't know.

Because she knew it was Alfie who produced the fake?

I wouldn't be at all surprised if they were in this together.

She would do anything to protect her precious son.

[Marlene and woman chat quietly] See you then.

What was Betty Harlow saying?

She wants me to pass on a message to the nice young police constable.

-Ryan?

-Yeah, Ryan.

About some flowers.

Anyway, so what, your dad just turned up out of the blue?

That's him all over.

Only gets in contact when he needs something.

Oh, here's me complaining about my dad.

And you've just lost Barry.

I'm sorry.

Stop, it's... Life goes on, Callum.

Here, um, give me one minute.

All right?

This is kind, you offering me a lift.

Well, um, I do have an ulterior motive.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Look, Alfie, you and I, we've known each other a long time.

And I think you need to trust me and tell me the truth about why Lily was so angry this morning.

Was it to do with the painting?

-You know about that?

-Yeah, we do.

[sighs] She got it wrong, Marlene.

I didn't fake it.

So, who did?

Well, how should I know?

[they laugh] -All right, Granny!

-Aw!

How's my number-one grandson?

-Only grandson, you mean.

-[laughs] -Good to see you, Lois.

-And you, love.

Right, this is the part where you two hug.

[they laugh] Now.

I hear Mum's buying us dinner at that, uh, Commodore place.

Aye, well, um, aye, that's the plan, yes.

Is there a problem with that or...?

No, no, no problem as such.

He's winding you up, Lois.

Dad told us you've been barred for fighting.

[laughs] Start at the beginning.

-And don't leave anything out!

-[Chloe laughs] Before she married Oliver Klein, Diane worked in London for a few years as a picture restorer.

Does that mean she's capable of faking a painting?

[Marlene] I don't know.

But it must mean that she is a person of interest to our investigation.

You're right.

Have a word with her.

Yeah.

[door closes] [Marlene] Yes, they do.

Diane.

I presume this was the fake.

Where's the original?

I sold it.

Diane Klein, I'm arresting you for theft and forgery.

Sweetheart, do you think you were maybe a wee bit harsh on Mrs Dunlop and Mrs Klein?

I'd bar two men from this place if they were fighting.

Ach, I know, but it's not as if any bones were broken.

I mean, I suppose I was a bit upset after what the solicitor said.

Am I allowed to ask?

If Callum is the baby's daddy, I basically have no rights.

Yeah, that's tough.

I'm so sorry, Clint.

This is all, just... complicated.

Hey, love, come here.

We will be fine.

See what yous have?

That's what I want.

And you could have, maybe, with young Ryan.

Wait?

You're seeing Ryan?

Since when?

And how come Clint knows and I don't?

Because... well, it's just not that serious.

It's been coming back to me.

When me and Lily were arguing, a vase went flying and the water went all over the floor.

So, I reckon I slipped on that, after Lily had gone.

Cracked my head on the way down.

So, you weren't assaulted?

I really don't think so, no.

So, when Lily turned up all guns blazing, accusing you of faking the painting... I knew.

Straight away.

It had to be my mum that did it.

Lily was my husband's favourite.

Alfie was always useless with money.

Just couldn't hang on to it.

Drove Oliver mad.

It was Alfie who found Oliver collapsed on the seafront.

Rang 999.

Turns out it was terminal cancer.

From that day till the day he died, Alfie looked after Oliver.

The boy was a saint.

And still Alfie got nothing in the will.

Toward the end, Oliver saw sense, told me he was changing his will.

Splitting everything 50-50 between Alfie and Lily.

So what happened?

I suppose he died before he got round to it.

So you decided to even things up a bit?

A bit?

Fifteen thousand is hardly what Alfie should have gotten.

But it's a start.

Who did you sell the original painting to?

The sort of person you don't talk to the police about.

You can ask, but there's no way I'm telling you.

And did Alfie know what you were up to?

[Diane] No!

There's no way I wanted him involved in this!

I swear it!

Your mother's convinced that your dad had decided to write a new will.

I, um... I-I don't know anything about that.

It was Alfie who was looking after Dad towards the end.

You didn't see your dad at all?

Well, not as much as I wanted to.

I have two children.

It's such a shame... your dad never wrote that new will.

It would have saved so much heartache.

Lily is asking to see her mother.

I have a feeling she needs to unburden herself about something.

Like what?

I think there was a second will.

Even so, let's stick to procedure.

I do not want Lily Klein seeing her mother.

You nearly ready?

The kids'll meet us at the pub with your mum.

I'll meet you there.

I won't be long.

-Ryan?

-Hm-hmm?

I bumped into Betty Harlow at the hospital.

What's all this about someone using her credit card to send me flowers?

Sorry, um, the boss asked me not to say anything, so... About what?

The flowers that were delivered to the Commodore last night.

They were addressed to you.

From Shelley.

Who's Shelley?

U-uh, um... no one.

And the inspector ordered you to keep that from me?

Yeah, she said you'd been through enough upset for one day.

Did she?

Callum.

Can you bring Diane Klein to the interview room please?

Why?

Because her daughter wants to see her.

But the boss said... Never mind what the boss said.

I'm giving you an order.

Five minutes, tops.

And I'll be right here.

OK.

Thanks, Marlene.

I'm sorry you're in this mess.

I feel partly responsible.

I know that look from when you were a child.

-You're feeling guilty.

-[Lily] Well... Yeah.

Maybe I should have tried to split the inheritance.

-What did you do?

-[Lily] I'm so sorry.

But Dad wasn't in his right mind.

You know he wasn't.

Wasn't in his right mind when he did what?

It wasn't even a proper will.

It was just a scrawl on a piece of paper.

-It never would have stood up.

-I asked you.

What did you do?

I tore it up.

I should kill you!

[Diane yells] [alarm blares] Stop!

Stop!

[yells] -No, no, stop!

-Enough!

[Diane screams] Sergeant!

What on earth is going on here?

I really am not sure about this.

I mean, me sitting in a drinking den.

Fine, don't come in.

I admire the fact you don't care -what people think about you.

-Meaning?

He means people will think you have been barred.

Oh, no, Nicole Devine rang me and said she'd changed her mind.

Well, let's prove the gossipers wrong.

Walk in there with your head held high.

Why do I get the feeling the two of yous are actually enjoying this?

Here they are.

Nicole, meet the kids.

This is Chloe and this is Ross.

[Nicole] Hello, Chloe.

Hello, Ross.

Good to see you, Lois.

Welcome back.

Thanks... for being so understanding about... what happened earlier.

No problem.

We all make mistakes.

-So, it's forgotten.

Yes?

-Hm-hmm.

[Seamie] There she is!

Port Devine's very own Mike Tyson.

[laughs] Start talking, Sergeant!

OK.

Why didn't you tell me about the flowers?

That is not the issue here!

I told you not to put those women together!

We've always bent the rules here in Port Devine.

Well, not anymore!

Look how that ended.

In violence.

That was a one-off!

The real issue here, Sergeant, is, I gave you a direct order and you defied me!

Why?

Well, because... Why?

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

I... I don't even know what I'm doing here.

Oh, Marlene.

This is grief.

Come here.

[Marlene cries] I can't believe he's gone.

I'm so sorry.

Oh.

Your boyfriend's here.

Would you leave the girl alone?

Ryan?

Come here.

[they laugh] Oh!

Young love.

There's nothing like it.

Do you remember when we got together?

Oh, how could I forget it?

Best 72 hours of my life, girl.

Clint!

[laughs] Don't tell the whole world.

Hiya, son.

Ah.

Uh, Ryan, meet my dad.

Oh, what about ya?

Seamus McCarthy.

Delighted to meet you.

You in the chair, son?

I could go a wee whiskey.

How did I know you were gonna say that?

You must have inherited your dad's gift.

[Seamie laughs] What happened in the interview room, I have no choice but to formally report it.

Yeah, I know that.

But if you were to sign yourself off sick, take a bit of time, I'm sure I can sort it out.

OK.

[sniffles] No, I will, I will take some time.

I just need to get away.

I need to get out of Port Devine because... everywhere I look, I see Barry.

Well, I wasn't suggesting that you... Barry was the one who made this town home for me.

And now he's gone, there's no reason for me to stay.

Well, where would you go?

I don't know.

Far away.

I might not even bother coming back, Eve.

Tell me why you split up with Jo.

Your mother said you were head over heels.

Oh, we didn't see eye to eye about something.

Something pretty fundamental.

Might it be the fact that Nicole over there might be carrying your child?

So, you know?

Have you not heard?

I'm psychic.

How do you feel about the prospect?

Scared.

Excited.

Confused.

It's a complicated situation.

Yeah.

But me, Nicole and Clint, we've straightened things out.

We're all on the same page, so... You sure about that?

Are you gonna tell Mum and Dad what's been going on at school?

No.

I'm not.

And you're not to be saying anything either, OK?

She must think I was born yesterday.

[Nicole] I must get back to the bar.

What happened to us supporting each other?

That's what we're doing.

Why didn't you tell me you were going to see a solicitor?

-Because... it was no big deal.

-No big deal?

This is my child we're talking about.

We don't know that yet.

There's every possibility that the baby could be Clint's.

I'm sorry, I, um... -couldn't help myself.

-What?

Jenny from the GP practice just dropped this off.

The baby's Callum's.

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