Hawaii Five-0 (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Kame'e - full transcript

Hey, that wasn't good.

Come on. We should
get out of here.

I think we
came this way.

Look-- a tent.

Hello? Anybody there?

No, we can't go
in there.

You kidding? We got to
get out of this rain.

♪ Hawaii Five-O 2x03 ♪
Kame'e (The Hero)
Original Air Date on October 3, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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Outstanding group.

Thank you, sir.

Good to know your father's
rifle still shoots tight.

Yeah. He taught me how
to break it down

before I was allowed
to fire a round.

He told me about
this place.

Your father wanted
to bring you here.

He promised me a hunting rifle
for my 16th birthday.

Then things changed.

Hey.

You don't you put a couple
of rounds through it?

Let me see if I can put some
lead through that target.

Well, boy, that's 700 yards--

a hell of a long shot
for an old man like you.



I got 20 bucks

says you don't
even hit steel.

How do you like that?

Well, let's make
it two rounds.

- Double or nothing.
- You got it.

Ready.

I have the target.

Nice shooting, Joe.

Must be the rifle.

Must be.

I'll tell you what--
you buy me one of those

umbrella drinks,
we'll call it even.

Okay.

So, uh...

when you are you going back
to Coronado?

- Overseeing SEAL team training.
- Really?

The island seemed like a...

pretty good place
to wind it down.

The thing is, Joe,
I mean, you're not the...

you're not really
a fun-in-the-sun,

hang-loose, aloha type.

They let you stay.

Yeah, they did.

What's Hawaiian
for "bottoms up"?

Okole maluna.

Here's to hanging loose.

I'll believe that
when I see it.

Hey, you know what?

It's going to be good
to have you around.

Joe White.

When?

I'm on my way.

Everything all right?

No.

The deceased's name
is Clay Garcia.

That's his
wife, Marissa.

Cause of death?

Technically speaking,
it's not my case.

That's not an answer, Max.

The body was recovered
in the jungle.

The cause of death
was a self-inflicted

gunshot wound with a gun
registered to him.

One of the reasons
I came back to this island

was to be around guys
like Garcia.

You trained him,
didn't you?

One of the best SEALs
I'd ever seen.

We were supposed to go
spearfishing next week.

Why would he
kill himself?

Deployments took a toll
on his marriage.

He went on leave
from active duty

hoping to reconcile.

Hell, he was going to fight
to save his marriage,

not shoot himself
up in the jungle.

Joe, I've seen guys
kill themselves

'cause they can't make
a mortgage payment.

Yeah, but Garcia
was not that guy.

He was squared away.

No matter how hard

or impossible the assignment,
Garcia took it.

Something's not right.

He didn't kill himself.

You want me to
look into this?

You tell me it's a suicide,
I'll believe it.

All right.

Max, did you take a look?

Oh, I shouldn't
even be doing this.

Well, I familiarized myself
with the M.E.'s case summary

and took a cursory look
at the crime scene photos.

Okay, I need you to take
a closer look, Max, okay?

You want me to reopen the case?

Yeah. What's the big deal?

Do you have any
extenuating evidence

that might suggest
that this wasn't a suicide?

No.

Okay, well, then,
I'm going to need

a little bit more than that

in order to officially
reopen the case,

considering that my boss,
the senior medical examiner,

was the one who performed
the autopsy.

There is an unwritten rule

that you don't mess
with the boss's toe tags.

Well, maybe he made
a mistake, Max.

Highly unlikely.

He graduated summa cum laude
from Harvard Medical School.

Besides,
the weapon found

in the deceased's hand
was registered to him.

So, unless there
is new evidence or a...

a compelling theory
of a crime being committed...

Max, Max,

listen to me.

My former C.O. lost
one of his men.

I want you to reopen this case.

Is this a favor or an order?

It's both.

So, what, are you hanging
with Ray Mapes now?

Well, hello
to you, too, cuz.

You do know that HPD

forced him out of the
department, right?

Yeah, well,
that makes three of us.

The only difference is
you got your badge back

and I'm never going to.

There's a big difference.
Mapes was a gardener--

planting evidence,
collecting ethics violations.

I wonder what they
say about me.

You can't let I.A.
tell the story.

That's exactly
what Fryer wants.

What does it matter?
They've already won.

I have to move on
with my life.

Move on where?

You're a cop.

Yeah.

Without a badge.

You remember when you
shredded your knee?

Doctors said you'd never
get up on a board again,

and you proved
them wrong.

- It's not the same.
- It is.

Except, on this one, you're
giving up without a fight.

Look, I appreciate everything
you're trying to do,

but you're wasting your time.

Lori Weston.

This is Joe White,
my old Navy SEAL commander.

Hi.

Agent Weston has recently
joined the task force.

Well, that's a step up
from describing

my role here as babysitting.

They were actually
your words.

Yeah, but you were thinking it.

Okay, now she's
a mind reader

as well as a profiler.

"A welcome addition
to the team"

is, I believe,
how he put it.

I said, given her bonafides,
she would be welcome...

Uh, you two work out
this little act

beforehand?

It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Sorry to hear
about your friend.

Mmm. Steve is
looking into it.

On the Q.T., of course.

Speaking of which...

Hey, uh... creepy.

Why you dressed
like Inspector Gadget?

Reopening a closed case
without authorization

is considered risky.

So I took
precautions.

Uh, all right.
What do you got?

After carefully studying
the blood spatter patterns,

I noticed there
were subtle deviations

that I couldn't account for.

So I ran GSR tests
on the victim's clothing,

as well as the
tent wall samples,

factoring in velocity
relative to the hand position,

which is, of course,
after I recalculated

the bullet trajectory based
on skull fracture analysis...

Wait. Time-out.

Max, just give us
the CliffsNotes version.

Okay?

Okay.

You were right.

This is a homicide.

The GSR gaps in
the victim's hand,

combined with the inconsistent
blood spatter,

leads me to believe

that the killer placed the gun

in the victim's hand
and then pulled the trigger.

This was a highly trained
Navy SEAL.

No one's just going to walk up
and put a gun

in his hand and pull the trigger
without a fight.

Right. Maybe he was
incapacitated first.

Yes. Max,

run a full tox screen, okay?

After I officially...

reopen the case.

Somebody went to a lot
of trouble

to make this look
like a suicide.

Right up through there.

How'd you know
where this was?

He trained Garcia.

SEALs are taught to minimize
risk in the field,

and this is one of the few
defensible campsites

with a view of the trail.

Would have
been hardwired into him.

What was Garcia
doing up here, Joe?

When I got divorced,

I packed up
the pickup truck

and headed for
the mountains.

Which divorce?

Number three.

I was a mess.

I spent a week backpacking
in the Beartooths.

Okay, so Garcia
comes up here

to wrap his head
around the end of his marriage?

Sometimes you got
to get off the grid,

you know,
regroup,

put things in perspective.

His killer went
to a lot of trouble.

Think about it-- Garcia--
he's up here isolated,

probably not
in the best mental shape.

Got something!

He must have built a fire
away from the tent site.

Look at that.

What do you got?

Some kind of sediment in there.

Okay, have Fong
run it and, uh,

check the bottle for prints.

What is it?

Chin, let me see
those crime scene photos.

Garcia's pants and boots
were caked with red dirt.

Doesn't match the stuff here
at his campsite.

Probably took a hike.

Yeah, well,
he wouldn't hit red dirt

until he got to the other side
of that ridge over there.

My uncle used to take me
up there looking for wild guava.

Lead the way.

So how long were you
and Clay separated?

We weren't officially separated.

But you asked him to leave?

I... I thought
some time

apart would help.

Did you two have a fight?

Yes.

Okay, can you tell us
what it was about?

It's not easy being
married to a SEAL.

He was
always away

on some deployment,

and I never knew when
he was going to come back or...

or if,

and I couldn't

just sit around here and wait.

So you took a job
to keep busy?

Yes, waiting tables.

Okay, um, but he did take
a leave from the navy

to come back here and work
on the marriage, right?

I never asked him

to do that.

Being a SEAL was
the one thing he loved.

More than you?

I'm sorry, I-I didn't...
I didn't even offer you coffee.

I'm fine,
thank you.

Marissa, can I ask you,
was there someone else?

Clay was convinced
that I was having an affair

with my boss at the grill.

Were you?

No.

But he wanted
to believe

there was a reason
why our marriage wasn't working.

And the truth was

I had fallen
out of love with him.

Did, did you tell him that?

He took it pretty hard.

Hmm.

We're going to need
your boss's name.

It's, uh, Nick Drayton.

Thank you.

So what do you think?

I think she's telling the truth.

About the affair
or why her marriage imploded?

She was being evasive
about something.

I'd like to talk to this boss
of hers, check his alibi.

So how long were you married?

That clearly has nothing
to do with this case.

Oh, no, your-your
body language says it does.

My, my body language?

My body language
is "I'm driving."

- See?
- Yeah, no,

you were, you were rubbing
your ring finger.

Every guy does it.

Just means you're thinking
about your own marriage.

Oh, okay.

I just point out
the obvious.

Most men can't handle the
truth when it comes to love.

We can't handle the
truth when it come...?

What are we doing,

A Few Good Men?

What truth can't...
what can't we handle?

That marriages fail.

Well, what
about you?

You ever
been married?

No, no, I came close once.

You came close once?

Close is no good unless
you're playing horseshoes

or hand grenades.

Okay, what do
you mean, clo...?

You either were married
or you were not married.

No, close,
like day-before-the-wedding-

bought-the-dress close.

Wow, Runaway Bride.

What, what happened?

You first.

No, it's very complicated.

Yeah? Ditto.

Hmm.

Listen, I still think
we should go see

this guy Garcia's wife
wasn't having an affair with.

It's up here.

Chin, Chin, Chin, freeze!

What?

Trip wire.

Don't move.

Listen to me.

Just keep
the pressure even, okay?

Don't shift your weight.

- You hear me?
- Yeah.

Just don't move.

What is that?

It's a shotgun shell.

All right, Joe.

You got it?

Yeah, cut it.

Clear.

Crude but effective.

Thanks.

Hawaii's not exactly
the place for...

IEDs.

It is if you want to keep
your investment safe.

Hidden dope grow.

Gentlemen, who wants to retire?

Looks like a couple
million dollars worth.

Okay, so Garcia goes hiking,

he stumbles upon the growers.

How'd he miss stepping
on one of those shells?

He was trained
to spot stuff like that.

Yeah, but he could have
tripped one of these.

That's a motion sensor camera.

It's a pretty high-tech
operation.

Growers monitor the site
from some nearby location.

You think they're watching?

Let's hope so.

Hey, man, you better take
a look at this.

What the hell?

Come on.

There he is.

Don't do it, don't do it.

Car trouble?

So the DEA is paying

a visit to your little
organic farm right about now.

Roots and all, by the time
they get done weighing

all those plants,

you're looking
at a good, long stretch.

This the part where I cooperate?

'Cause it ain't gonna happen.

I got a lawyer for playing nice
with you police.

No, this is the part
where you tell us about him,

and maybe

we take a little of that
weight off the table.

That's Clay Garcia.

He was found shot dead
up near your dope grow.

Look at the photo.

You saw him,
didn't you?

He tripped one
of the cameras.

You pay him
a little visit?

Maybe.

Don't mean I shot him.

No, sure, I mean, you look
more like a pit bulls

and butterfly knife
type of guy to me.

What do you mean?

Somebody shot him
in the head,

made it look like a suicide.

Oh, yeah, that ain't my style,

but you already know that,
don't you?

Yeah, we already know that.

What we don't know is what
happened after you ran into him.

Why don't you tell us
about that?

Dude was ice, man.

Had my boy put a knife to him,
and next thing I know,

he's on the ground
with busted fingers.

What did you do?

Told him to stay
away from our grow

and we got
no problem.

We left it cool.

Anybody else
up there with him?

Not with him.

We had another trip
on the cameras.

Went looking, but we
couldn't find him.

What did this guy look like?

Don't know, some haole.

They all look alike.

Yeah.

All right,

how many of those trip cameras
you got up there?

Six.

Ain't nobody get
near the grow

without us putting
eyes on 'em.

We need to see
that footage.

So Caetano said

that somebody else was
up there with Garcia, right?

Did you get a description?

Yeah, haole--
we all look alike.

Lori, I need you to pull
footage off Caetano's cameras.

I'm betting
our killer made a cameo.

Okay, get right on it.

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

listen, she follows
orders, she likes sports.

I mean, if she was
into blowing stuff up

and romantic getaways

at the DMZ, I'd say we are
looking at a love connection.

That's funny.

Garcia's wife give you anything?

Yeah, he thought

she was having an affair,
uh, but she wasn't.

Okay, you just took
her word for it?

Yeah, I did,
she seemed

pretty upset
about her husband's murder.

You get a name?

Yeah, Nick Drayton.

He manages
the Hula Room Bar and Grill,

and I'm guessing
he is not the kind of guy

to kill a SEAL
and make it look like suicide.

Whoa.

Evidence in a hit-and-run
over in Kailua.

You heard
from Kono lately?

Because she's not
returning my calls.

I.A. investigation's got
her all turned around.

You said on the phone
you had something?

Yeah.

Lab results
came back

on that bottle you found
at the crime scene.

So the bottle was
spiked with ketamine.

It's a sedative used
to tranquilize horses.

What about prints?

The victim's and
another set of prints

that we ran through the system
got a hit off a DUI pop.

- Meet Nick Drayton.
- Wait a minute.

Didn't Garcia think
his wife was having an affair

with a guy called Nick Drayton?

Yes.

Ah.

So you drug a Navy SEAL, and
you make it look like a suicide?

- What are you talking about?
- All right, oh, oh, listen.

We just want to know, was
his wife involved, yes or no?

- No. Look...
- You, look, all right?

What happened

to your arm, huh?
Garcia do that?

Huh? Huh?

You're lucky
he didn't do more

for sleeping with his wife.

Hey, hold on!

I didn't sleep
with his wife.

Let's get
that straight.

I went to see him
because Marissa's a friend,

and she was going through
some tough times.

I wanted to talk
some sense into him.

Oh, that was nice of you.
How about you explain to me

how your fingerprints got on a
bottle of whiskey that I found

at the crime scene?
Explain that to me.

How about the ketamine,
you slipped into his drink?

Ketamine. What is that?

It's the drug you
used to knock him out

before you shot
him in the head.

Listen, I told you guys.

I went to see him
at his hotel room

to talk some
sense into him.

All right?
He'd been drinking.

And I-I tried to take
the bottle away from him.

Bad idea.

I got a dislocated shoulder
for being a good Samaritan.

I didn't kill him.

I swear.

Tell me something.

You buy this guy's story?

Yeah.

That's it?
Just like that?

Mm-hmm, yeah, pretty much.

Okay, well, it still
doesn't explain how and why

somebody would sneak
onto Garcia's camp site,

drug him, shoot him
and make it look like a suicide.

What's interesting to me is
that all this guy was doing...

all he was doing was
trying to save his marriage.

That's not what
got him killed, though.

He did everything he could,
every single thing he could,

and it just wasn't enough.

Okay, who's marriage
are we talking about?

I mean, he takes
a leave of absence,

okay, to give it one
last try, but no, no.

But see, me, if I would have
done that, I guarantee you

Rachel and I would still
be together today, okay?

I wouldn't be talking
on the phone to Gracie,

telling her why Daddy only gets
to see her every other weekend.

Why are you blaming yourself,
Danny?

Max, what do you got?

I think it would be a good idea

for you to come down here
to the morgue.

Why? What is it?

And you should bring
Commander White with you, too.

So who's this guy?

A pickup truck went
over the bridge

on H2 near the
North Shore.

I thought it was going
to be another routine

traffic accident autopsy,
but then

I saw this.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Somebody want
to fill in the civilian?

Yeah, yeah, Danny, this guy's
a member of SEAL Team Nine.

Same as Petty
Officer Garcia.

Yes, I remember it
from the autopsy,

but I found
the coincidence

just a little too much.

Whoa, this guy died
in the car accident.

Only it was made
to look like an accident.

When an air bag deploys,

it releases
hydroxide propellants.

That's the stuff that makes

your nose and
eyes watery

if you're lucky enough
to survive the crash.

He wasn't
lucky, Max.

I had the lab pull the air bag.

Hydroxide?

Yes, even in traffic
fatalities such as this one,

hydroxide is found
in the sinuses and the lungs.

But when

I autopsied,
the lungs were clear.

Meaning he was dead
before the accident.

Yes. Also found high
levels of ketamine

in the blood, as
well as suspicious

amounts of head trauma that
didn't match the amount

of damage done
to the vehicle.

Somebody is systematically

knocking off the members
of SEAL Team Nine.

Hells bells, Tolvin, put some
stick on 'em in my pool!

It's not synchronized swimming.

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Swim or die, boy.
Swim or die.

You're getting soft
in your old age, Wade.

Why don't you jump in the pool
and show 'em how it's done?

Wade. Steve, this is CO
Wade Gutches, SD Team One.

- Commander Steve McGarrett.
- Commander.

Heard a lot about you
and your task force.

You, too, sir.

You got a minute
we can talk?

Yeah, sure.

What's up?

Hoping you can help us
with a case.

It involves
the SEALs.

Is MP, provost marshal involved
in the investigation?

Just Five-O, sir.

Two teams guys
have already shown up dead.

One was made to look
like a suicide,

the other a car accident.

Petty Officer Garcia

didn't kill himself, though.

He was murdered.

And the other SEAL?

Petty Officer Jamsek.

He was killed last night, sir.

Both men were members

of SEAL Team Nine.

Platoon is stationed on
the island for covert training.

We have reason to believe, sir,

these men are being targeted

because of their involvement
with SEAL Team Nine.

You know these guys

better than anyone.

Is it possible that a team
member has gone rogue

and is out there
killing off SEALs?

Nobody else knows
who they are, so...

No, there's no way Navy
SEALs are behind this.

Okay, well, that's why
we need the names

of all the men
on that SEAL team.

Oh, you know I'm not at liberty

to give you that information.
It's classified.

Sir, I understand
if you have

to run this up the
chain of command,

but I need to cross-reference
their after-action reports

so I can work out who's
going after these boys, and why.

Afraid I can't help you.

Wade, we need
to end this

before another one
of these men dies,

and we can't do that
without your help.

We owe them at least that, sir.

Oh, you know that tiki bar

I took you to
last time you were here?

Sure do.

et me there, 20 hundred.

Don't be late.

All right, ladies,

bottom of the
pool, let's go.

Where are we going?

Come on.

What, are we picking
up your boss's shirts?

Oh, you're funny. Really.

Gun.

Two to you, Frank.

Fold.

Officer Kalakaua.

Or should I say,
ex-officer Kalakaua?

Kono's fine.

Frank Delano.

I'm sure you know
who I am, though.

I've heard a few things.

We're starting

to a get reputation,
huh, Ray?

Gonna have to do
something about that.

I heard about you
on the force.

That's ancient history.

Moved on to greener pastures,
as they say.

Much greener. Come.

Sit.

You want a drink?

No, thanks.

I don't trust cops
who don't drink.

Especially ex-cops.

So have a drink.

To Captain Fryer.

Don't worry.

Fryer and his IA rat squad
will get theirs.

Not soon enough.

Listen, Kono,

I don't want to

sit around all day
and play footsie.

A person with your skill
set and job experience has

a certain value
in my line of work.

And what kind of work is that?

It's kind of like police work.

Except the bad
guys we take down,

we don't read Miranda.

We just take their money.

So you provide a public service.

Something like that.

So, why am I here?

I have a job opening.

What kind of job?

Think I'd like
to ease you into it first.

Provide us with
some information

about an upcoming HPD raid,
and... we'll see how that goes.

How do you expect me to get you
that kind of information?

You're a...

resourceful woman, Kono.

You figure it out.

Wade.

Sorry about having
to shut you guys down earlier.

Base is crawling
with navy intel.

There's no need
to apologize.

Had a serious
security breach recently.

And SEAL Team Nine's
identities got compromised

in the security breach,
didn't they?

Among other things, yeah.

But we think the hacker

was targeting
this information specifically.

And your investigation
confirms that.

All right, when
did this happen?

A week ago.

Intel brass is trying to run
down the source of the breach.

All right, well, it's definitely
connected to those murders.

I mean, whoever stole that
list is picking off SEALs.

I did run that up
the chain of command,

and we are in the process
of locating

and returning to base all
the active and reservist members

of SEAL Team Nine,
and that, gentlemen,

is all I can
tell you.

Listen, we're
up and running

on this investigation,
you understand?

By the time the
provost marshal

gets savvy, more SEALs could be
in danger, if not dead.

Copy.

But you, more than anybody,
should understand

that I cannot compromise
an ongoing naval investigation.

Now, I said,
I'll do what I can.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks for the beer.

That was a
waste of time.

Nice of him to leave us a little
reading material, though,

even though
it's a year old.

Last June, Sinoloan Cartel,

headed by Rafa Alvaro,

was raided by
a joint DEA task force.

I, uh, I studied the
aerial surveillance

photographs of the raid,

and this thing has got the SEAL
Team Nine signature all over it.

Textbook SEAL team
direct action.

Well, Rafa's
brother Juan

was not captured in the raid and
swore to avenge his brother's death.

Whoa-whoa-whoa,
I thought the raid

took out
the whole cartel.

Juan was able to pull
the organization back.

Of course, it helps
the cartel took in

over $700 million last year.

That money buys
a lot of breaching

of covert SEAL team lists.

And revenge.

Source of mine
at NSA says

the cartel hired a hacker
to break in

to the supposedly secure
naval database.

So the cartel steals

a list of SEALs and sends
a hit man to knock 'em off?

But does it in a way that
won't alert the others.

Cartel sends in a pro.

I've cross-referenced

a list of known
cartel associates with

an image of our mystery man

from the dope grower's
surveillance tapes.

I enhanced the image,

did a point-to-point comparison

and got a match.

Hector Ruiz, suspect in
over 40 drug-related murders,

including the assassination
of a Mexico City police captain.

One of his nicknames

is El Camaleón-- the chameleon.

So we're looking for a lizard.

This guy is not your average
point-and-shoot assassin.

I mean, he's smart.
He's ex-Zeta.

All right, did you run him through
the Homeland Security database?

Yeah. But he's got
over 50 known aliases,

flawless fake passports.

Well, to plan
this kind of job,

he'd need a base of operation.

Here we go.

Okay, Ruiz rented
a beach house in Mokuleia.

Looks like the homeowner
ran a credit check

on one of Ruiz's aliases.

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All clear.

Our boy's been busy.

These are all members
of SEAL Team Nine.

Operation Strawberry Field
ring a bell?

What did you say?

Operation Strawberry Field.

It's got a picture of you.

Your name's...

It's classified.

Oh, my apologies.

El Camaleón
just unclassified it.

Joe.

That was Commander Gutches.

Only one member
of SEAL Team Nine

is unaccounted for.

Lieutenant...
Bradley Jacks.

Not answering
his cell phone.

No, wait-wait.
According to this,

he's scheduled to sky-dive from
Dillingham Airstrip right now.

You ready to do this?

Oh, you bet.

It's gonna be a scorcher.

Roger that.

Want to make sure
you hydrate, bro.

Thanks, man.

Cessna one-six-niner,

requesting immediate response.

Come on, one...

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Five-O! Don't move!

Hands. Hands.

Both hands up.

Gun!

He's alive.

Nice work.

So what, you're not
gonna tell me

about Operation Strawberry Field?
No.

No, no, 'cause you'd have to
kill me if you told me.

Keep that up.

I'm just curious, though.

Is there an
Operation Abbey Road?

Are you the walrus?

Time to shut up?

Roger that.

You ready for
the Magical Mystery Tour?

I'd like to offer my
thanks for your actions

in rescuing
Lieutenant Jacks.

Just doing our job, sir.

Hell of a job,
Commander.

Outstanding work.

Thank you, sir.

Now you get to see
the long arm of U.S. justice.

Welcome
to Operation Payback.

Using intel seized
during your investigation,

we were able to locate
the Alvaro Cartel compound.

Navy SEALs made visual
contact at 1900 hours,

breached perimeter forces
with little resistance,

and are in place to put the
Alvaro Cartel out of business...

permanently.

Looks like it's a go.

Watch this.

You did this stuff?

I neither confirm nor deny.

Glad you're
on our team.

Me, too.

X ray-three-zero-eight,

X ray-three-zero-eight...

Target eliminated.
Repeat, target eliminated.

All clear.

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== sync, corrected by elderman ==