Murdoch Mysteries (2008–…): Season 3, Episode 2 - The Great Wall - full transcript

Murdoch is assigned to an adjacent station house when one of their officers is found murdered in Toronto's Chinatown, his theories on the crime come under question.

Come Thursday,
it's us against Station Five.

And what are we going to do, men?

ALL: Win! And why do we have
to win the police games?

To win the grand prize, sir.
No, Crabtree.

But, sir, the grand prize this year
is a year's supply
of very high quality suspenders.

Higgins and I have been
tackling the greased pig event.

We've been practising
on a large ham.

George, I'm afraid that event's
been cancelled this year,

it's not very humane. Oh!

Waste of a ham.

Hams, actually.

Gentlemen, the police games are
about camaraderie and sportsmanship.

Right, Murdoch,
and after Station Five wins again

we'll all join hands and sing
Pop Goes The Hairy bloody Weasel(!)

What's wrong with you men?

We may call it the Police Games,
but this is about honour, dignity.

About who we are as policemen.

Who we are as men.

Now, everybody listen carefully.

Murdoch has devised a strategy
for the tug of war.

Detective, the floor is yours.

Right. It's quite simple, really.

The physics of opposing force.

Excuse me, Sir. There's been a
murder at George Street and Queen,
but they're asking for you.

That's Station Five's district.

Davis, what's going on?

Where's Detective Slorach?

He's fallen ill with the mumps.

We'll need every hand on deck
to catch the ... who did this.

Did what? Took down one of my men.

Sir, that's Constable Cooper.
Bloody hell.

Detective Murdoch is all yours,

We're glad to have you, Detective.
You've quite a reputation.

I'd like to start by speaking with
your constables, in particular those
who knew Constable Cooper well.

Of course.

Townsend, Holder.

You'll be assisting
Detective Murdoch.

Brackenreid, a word.

Detective. Randall Townsend.

Detective, Pete Holder.

When was the last time
you saw Constable Cooper?

Yesterday afternoon.

Cooper was supposed to head over to
Bruiser's Freehouse after his shift

but he never made it.

Any idea why he ended
up in Chinatown instead?

No, sir. Not at all.

That's what's strange.

This may be our beat, Detective,
but we don't necessarily go out
of our way to mix with the Chinee.

Frankly, sir,
they give us the creeps.
And you should see what they eat.

We'll continue this in a moment.

Any preliminary thoughts, Doctor?

Based on the stage of rigamortis

I'd say he was
killed six to eight hours ago.

So late last night
or early this morning?

Yes. His jaw is broken
and there is bruising to the face.

He was in a scrap, then.

It appears so.
And the cause of death?

There's a deep gash in his right
thigh caused by something jagged.

Judging by the amount of blood, I'd
say the femoral artery was severed.

I'll try to get some results as soon
as possible. Davis? Thank you.

We need to get any background
on Cooper you may have.

I'll make sure
it's sent over to you.

Mr Townsend, Mr Holder.

Did Constable Cooper have a watch?

Yes, a gift from Coop's grandfather.

Engraved and everything.

Damn these thieving slants.
Excuse me, Sir,

I found these back in the alley.

Do you think they could
have caused the injury? Possibly.

Put them in an evidence bag
please, George. Sir.

How are the boys faring
with the potential witnesses?

Detective, you won't hear nothin'
but Ching Chong this and
Ching Chong that from this bunch.

That's Cantonese, Constable.

Cantonese. As you say, Detective.

All you've got is a missing watch

and some bits of broken glass?

So far, Sir. With Doctor Ogden's
results still to come.

Well, you've got to do better
than that, gentlemen and in a hurry.

I mean what could be more
terrifying to the common citizen

than a member of the Constabulary
attacked by some savage?

A savage, Sir? Someone dangerous...
Chief Constable Stockton,

this killer is not going
to slip away from us.

Over 250 men
on the force will see to that.

Of course they will.

You'll forgive me.

I'm taking this death personally.

As are we, Sir.

No way to parse it, gentlemen.

I want a quick arrest.

And you'll have it, Sir.


Sir, promising a quick arrest.

It's not a promise, Murdoch,
it's an imperative.

Now get to it.

I went through Constable Cooper's
notebook. I found this entry.
Made yesterday morning.

"Edward Chen, 7pm."

Who's Edward Chen?

According to Townsend
at Station Five

he's a Chinaman who runs
a coolie brokering business
down on Queen and Jarvis.

I am a businessman. I pay the head
tax to bring people over from China.

For a hefty fee.
I'm allowed a profit, am I not?

You had a meeting with
Constable Cooper at seven o'clock.

What of it? That same constable
was murdered last night.

This was not my doing.

What happened to your eye?

It got in the way
of your Constable Cooper's fist.

There was an altercation?

Strictly one-sided, I assure you.

What was it about?

A private matter.

Misunderstanding, really.

Mr Chen, you are trying my patience.

If you are going to hit me -

You can tell me what the two of you
fought over here.

Or I can hold you at the station.

Of course that may take a few days,
but I'm sure your associates

can take care of your business
in the interim.

It was regarding a girl named Mei-Li.

What about her? For that you'll have
to ask her grandfather. Feng Choy.

His shop is just over there.


An effective tonic for headaches.

If you prefer, there is opium.

Are you Mei-Li?

No, I am Ling.

Mei-Li is my uncle's granddaughter.

Is his name Feng Choy?


My name is
Detective William Murdoch,

with the Toronto Constabulary.

I'd like
to ask him a few questions.

Oh, he doesn't speak any English.

We saw you come in.

So, what d'you learn from Chen?

Not much. That's no surprise.

These people don't talk without
a little bare knuckle persuasion.

Even guys like Chen.

He may dress in tweed
but it shows through.

Do either of you know of a Mei-Li?

All the names sound the same to me.

Mr Choy. I'd like to ask you
a few questions about Mei-Li.


Mei-Li not here.

Where is she?

Oi! The man's asked you a question.

You answer him. That's quite enough,
Constable, thank you.

It's the only way to get
through to these people, Sir.

I'll handle this.

Mr Choy,
I need to speak with Mei-Li.

You take, go.

Are you are attempting
to bribe me, sir?

He told you, Mei-Li is not here.

How much for the ginseng?
Nothing, take it.

How much do you charge
your customers?

Five cents.

Five cents.

When Mei-Li returns...

..please ask her
to drop by the station.

Thank you.

The morgue is being guarded?

The audacity of
reporters is astounding.

I caught one trying to
sneak in for a photograph.
The nerve of some people.

Have you something for me, Doctor?

More questions, I'm afraid.

Such as, why kill someone by
severing their femoral artery?

What's this? Speaking of strange,
it's a discontinuous bruise
running around the upper thigh.

And then there are these -

glass fragments
I found buried in the wound.

We found broken bottles
in the alley. They may have
come from Feng Choy's shop.

And then there are these,
dark fibres also from the wound.

But I've yet to identify them.

Anything else? Constable Cooper

had opium in his stomach.

People usually smoke it,
but it appears he was eating it.

Perhaps the killer used it to
sedate him, prior to the attack?

Which seems to point back to
the herbalist again.

So this Feng Choy
could be good for Cooper's murder.

There are some connections. The
location, the opium, broken bottles.


There always is one with you,

Feng Choy is an old man.

Perhaps he sedated Cooper,
then put the boots to him.

It's possible, but a very thin case.

Sirs, Cooper's
murderer has been found.


what the bloody hell are they doing?

Arresting Cooper's murderer.
Based on what evidence?

Broken glass, opium.

You weren't trying to keep
it from us, were you, Murdoch?

We also tossed the place,
found this.


It's Cooper's watch.

Got something to say, slant?
I can't let you arrest this man.

Murdoch, he has to be questioned.
Questioned, yes, not beaten.

Chief Constable Stockton
put Station House Number Four in
charge of this investigation.

If anyone is going to arrest
Feng Choy, it will be me.

I want some answers, gentlemen.
This man we have in custody.

Is he our killer, or is he not?

Yes, sir, he is.

I'm not so convinced. Cooper died
a brutal death to be sure.

But the circumstances
remain unclear.

The circumstances? Are you joking?

Watch your tone, Inspector.

Feng Choy had Cooper's watch.

The watch was in Feng Choy's shop,
not on his person.

And we have no motive, sir, and to
be honest, Feng Choy is a little old

to be taking on a constable
in his prime, the size of Cooper.

Sir, he's being naive.

Cooper was sedated
by Feng Choy's opium.

One of my officers overheard Murdoch
say so himself in the morgue.

That was repeated out of context.


I want an arrest,

and that means a confession.

And Murdoch,
I'm leaving this case in your hands.

Don't lose control of it again.

Yes, sir.

As far as I'm concerned,
you have our killer in your cells.

I know I'm right.

We're all on the same side, Davis.

Are we?

Well, it's crystal clear,
Murdoch, isn't it?

We have got to get Feng Choy to talk.

Mr Choy,

you have been charged with murder.

If you don't speak to the
evidence against you, you will hang.


How did Constable Cooper's
watch end up in your shop?

I'm sorry, Detective.

The more he refuses to speak,
the worse it looks for him.

He knows.

Perhaps you can answer for him?

Did Constable Cooper
purchase opium from your store?

Yes, he had much pain in his back.

He bought from us every week.

And what about Mei-Li? Did she...?

No Mei-Li!

Why are you protecting her?

Did she kill Constable Cooper?

He says Mei-Li is innocent.

Where is she?

Why won't you tell me?




Gentlemen, have you got a
confession from our killer yet?

No, sir.

Nor do I believe we have Constable
Cooper's killer in custody.

Then you've got some nerve
coming here, Murdoch.

We're here to pay our respects
to a fallen brother. Brother?

That's rich.

Sir, it's time.

I need a drink.

Constable Curtis Cooper.


Was a damn good copper

and a damn good friend.

When he dove back into that burning
shed last year to save a young girl,

we saw his courage.

When he took our shifts because we
needed time with our families, or...

Or when Holder's drunk.

Yes, even then, we saw his loyalty.

When he pushed us to win each year
at the Police Games, we saw his...

commitment to the Constabulary.

This year, the Games will be
dedicated to Constable Cooper.

So raise a glass with me.

To Cooper.
ALL: To Cooper.

To Coop. Cooper.

Take no notice of this lot.

You put the noose around
the real killer's neck
and it's all "Hail fellow well met."

With the Constabulary, sir,

I've always thought I'd
found a place where I fit in.

Ah, buck up, Murdoch!

You're a different kind of copper,

and it's what this ungrateful lot
needs, whether they like it or not.

Do you hear me?

Thank you, sir. Right.

Well, good.

What have you, George?

Sir, Edward Chen purports
to be an advocate

of the Chinese community in Toronto,

but he doesn't
even live in Chinatown.

He has a huge house in Parkdale.


No doubt bought with money made
off the blood and sweat of others.

Also, sir, word
around the neighbourhood
is that he runs a gambling room.

You'll never guess where.


Wait, wait.

Do not panic.

I will resolve this.

You're involved in illegal
gambling, Mr Chen, just how do
you intend to resolve this?

I am sure we can come
to an arrangement.

I knew when Cooper died
I would have to renegotiate.

What are your terms?

My terms?

Cooper took 20%. I always thought
that was a bit excessive but then,
what choice do I have? You're lying.

Cooper was a decorated officer.

He also liked his bread with
butter, just like we all do.

Is that why you fought,
because he was asking for too much?

There was no fight.

Cooper hit me because I did not pay.

It was not my fault.
Feng Choy did not pay his share.

And why didn't Feng Choy pay?

I already tell you, Mei-Li.

What about Mei-Li?
Feng Choy did not tell me.

It wasn't just Chen, sir.

I've made inquiries.

Cooper had his
hands in many pockets.

Come on, Murdoch, it's not unknown
for a policeman to
accept an offer here and there.

Chicken, a nice bull's tongue,
a rhubarb pie
from a certain young lady?

Sir, that pie was a thank you.
So you say.

All right, maybe he was taking
bribes. What if he got greedy?

Started to demand an even bigger
pay-off and got killed for it.

I wonder if Inspector Davis
knew about this?

And how does Mei-Li fit in?

The glass found at the crime scene
matches the glass
found in Feng Choy's shop.

But neither match the glass
found in Cooper's wound.

Sir, I thought glass was glass.

All glass has different compositions
and physical qualities.

It can be matched
to different time periods,

even the factory
in which it was made.

So what of the glass found in
Cooper's wound? Take a look.

The glass found in Cooper's wound
has physical qualities

suggesting it was made
using the crown glass process.

Ah, the crown glass process, I see.

Actually, sir, I don't see.

The physical qualities suggest that
we are looking for a window pane.

William, I've made
an unusual discovery.

What is it? I analysed the
blood found at the crime scene.

It was the blood of an animal.

It appears someone
doused the area with it after
Constable Cooper was dead.

Why would anybody do that?
Because someone wanted to stage
the crime scene, George.

Which means Cooper's body was moved.

Sir, I don't understand,
we've already been over the evidence
from Cooper's crime scene.

Staged crime scene, George,
an important distinction.

The killer
moved the body for a reason.

To frame this Feng Choy fellow?

Quite possibly. We have to find
the real crime scene.

Therefore, we have to examine all of
the evidence from a new perspective.

Well, sir, at the risk of sounding
defeatist, I could look over
this watch six ways from Sunday,

I still
won't find any new fingermarks.

It's just too smudged.

What's this, George?

Some sort of white powder, sir.

Oh, sir, is that sanitary?

I mean... Plaster.
Yes, or some sort of...

It's plaster.

Oh, well where would
that have come from?

Well, I'll be damned. Plaster dust,
sir, no doubt the same as the
dust we found on Cooper's clothing.

Sir, window panes.

Broken shards.

Most likely the same as the
glass we found in Cooper's wound.

Blood, a great deal of it.

Arterial spray. George,
take some samples of this blood.


Clearly someone
tried to cover this up, sir.

What have you got there,
Murdoch, a bit of string?

It's thicker.

I wonder if the fibres match
those we found in Cooper's wound.

gather up all of this new evidence

and take it over to Dr Ogden
for analysis as soon as possible.

Sir, I believe we've
found our murder scene.

Bloody hell,
right behind a copper's pub.

There ought to be a sign outside
this copper bar - "Members Only."

What did you say?

I said there should be a sign out
front that says "Members Only."

Well, it might interest you geniuses
to know that Cooper wasn't
killed outside Feng Choy's shop,

but in the alley
behind this very pub.

Hold on, Brackenreid.

Don't you think we'd have noticed
a thing like that?

The evidence is quite conclusive.
You've got the sworn statements.

None of the men
saw Coop here that night.

And there's the rub.

We need to ask a few questions.

You mean to question
us in the death of one of our own?

Settle down, Townsend.
No-one's suggesting there was
a badge on the killer.

Isn't that right, Detective?
I'd like to hear that from him.

Perhaps you can tell us how a man
was killed right outside this pub

and no-one noticed.

I think it's time both of you left.

You'll not be interrogating my men,
and that's final.

Very well, Inspector,

but the truth will come out.

One way or another.

Are you sure that was wise, Murdoch?

You might have warned me
you were going to accuse one
cop of murdering another.

Sir, they jumped to their
own conclusions. That may be,

but we still need conclusive evidence
and we need it now. Is that clear?

Yes, sir.

The dried blood found behind
Bruiser's is definitely human.

Confirming he was killed there.


Are you all right, William?

This must be hard on you, to be
tearing down the thing you love.

I prefer to think I'm protecting it.

Despite the consequences?

Julia, I can do no less.

I know, William.

That's what I admire about you.

But you will be careful, won't you?
Of course.

Have you found anything else?
Yes, that piece of string
that you found, it may help us.

It's a perfect match to the dark
fibres I found in Cooper's wound.

How they got there, I've no idea.

Perhaps the killer tried to stop
the bleeding by using a
bootlace as a tourniquet. Ah, yes.

That would account for the bruising
around the upper thigh. Which
confirms one very important thing.

Cooper knew his killer.

You'll agree the attempt to apply
a tourniquet indicates remorse.

And a policeman is
trained in first aid.

I think we can safely assume
that the attacker
didn't intend to kill Cooper.

That might spare a copper
from the noose, but how do you
figure it was an accident?

I believe the night he died,
Cooper confronted his assailant,
out of sight of the other men.

That explains why
the lads never saw Cooper.

Get to the part
where it's accidental.

The argument moved into the alley.

Once outside, the argument
escalated and punches were thrown.

One knocked Cooper to the ground.
And into the window pane.


The man then tried to save his life.

Failing to do so, he moved the body
and staged an alternate crime scene.

Something else that a copper
would know to do. Yes.

It would be helpful
to have a suspect.

Unfortunately, this assailant
knows all our tricks,
being a policeman as well.

What were they arguing about that was
so bloody important? I can't imagine.

But this Feng Choy knows something.

And this Mei-Li figures into it too.
But exactly how?

Excuse me. Detective,
there's a package here for you.

I'm not expecting
any deliveries, George.

You might want to come
take a look at this one, sir,
it's quite something.

What's this, Murdoch?

I have no idea.

No return address.
Well, open it then.

I believe it's
a message for me, sir.

An intimidation tactic
from Station Five no doubt.

Well, that's it, then. We can't
let them get away with this, can we?

Hmm? Boys?

Anyone? Higgins?

It's not been easy, sirs.

There's been glares on the beat
and snide remarks in the bars.

We're all of us targets, sir.
Because of me?

Sir, I'm sorry,
but a policeman has been killed.

Detective Murdoch is having
to fight on every side to make
sure the killer is caught.

And now Station Five think
that we can be intimidated?

Are we going to let them?

Or will we show them what's for?

Show them what's for!
Show them what's what, boys!

Not just yet, lads. Tomorrow, it's us
against Station Five in the finals.

As of now, we have a new strategy!
To obliterate the bastards!

Here, here, sir.


Now it's down to the finals.

Station Four verses Station Five.

Keep cordially
and graciously, gentleman,
make the Constabulary proud.

Come on, Inspector! You've got him!

Murdoch thinks you're hiding
something and I'm inclined to agree.

You're wrong, or didn't
Murdoch get the message?
Oh, he got it, all right. We all did.

Care to hear our collective reply?


Back it up, boys.

Man the rope!

Take the strain!

Ready, boys?



Come on, Five.
We're playing for Cooper.
We're all playing for Cooper.

We don't lose to rats
who protect killers.
We don't lose to corrupt cops.

What's that, Murdoch?
You want at us?

Maybe we all do. Is that right?
Crabtree, I'll have...

Easy, Inspector.
Let's not lose our heads now, OK?

Sunshine, don't be a hero.

Townsend, forget rank. Yeah? Yes!


Your behaviour was
juvenile and offensive.

And at a time when more than ever...

the public needs to trust
that the Constabulary
is disciplined and restrained.

Now, what the hell happened?

Detective Murdoch's been sniffing
around Station Five
thinking Cooper's killer's among us.

Is this true, Murdoch? I must
consider all possibilities, sir.

And what sort of
solid evidence do you have?

Admittedly nothing conclusive, yet.

Well then, it is simple isn't it,
Murdoch? I want this
Feng Choy charged, case closed.

But sir!

And I want to see an end to the
animosity between station houses.

You will collect yourselves,
gentleman and be ready
to man that rope in one hour.

The next time,
it better be sportsmanlike.

Or I see a great many
new recruits in our future.

It's done. With all due respect,
sir, it's not nearly done.

All right, listen up...

It's clear that Station Five
are hiding something.

And that this Feng Choy
holds the key.

You've got one hour
to make your case, Murdoch.

Yes, sir.

You have news of my Uncle?

My superiors
believe him to be guilty.

He's to be officially
charged with the murder and
most likely will hang.

But he is innocent!

I agree with you.

You do?

But you must understand,

unless I find out how Mei-Li is
involved in this or where she is,

I can't help your uncle.
I cannot force him to talk.

He is her grandfather, he sees
it as his duty to protect her.

Who will protect her
when he is hanged?

The police take money and
sometimes herbs from the shop.

But one went too far.

With Mei-Li?


He forced himself upon her.

She is a child.

Was it Cooper?

Constable Cooper?

No. Another one.
He does not know his name.

Only that Mei-Li
called him the "Mean One".

Did Cooper find out about this?

Before he died, he came to the shop.

Because I did not pay him.

I was very angry and I told
him what had happened to Mei-Li.

Then what?

He became very quiet.

Mr Choy...

I'm very sorry
that your granddaughter had to
endure such suffering.


Mei-Li must come forward, it's the
only way I can save your uncle
and put the proper man in prison.

I will speak to him.


This man's not just a killer,
Murdoch. He's a monster.

Perhaps Cooper felt
the same way, sir. Right, I see.

I think I may know, sir.
Mei-Li apparently referred
to him as the "Mean One".

You got something to say, slant?

Pete Holder?

He certainly fits the description.

It was Holder who sent
Cooper into the glass.

He tried to save Cooper's life.
But to no avail.

I suppose it does make some kind of
god-awful sense, Murdoch.

Excuse me, sir,
it's been about an hour.

We should get back
to the tug-of-war.

Bloody timing. Come on, we'd better
get back to it, otherwise Stockton
will have our guts for garters. Sir?

He'll be annoyed.

You ready?

Good luck, Detective.

They still call you that?

Hey, hey. Easy now. Come on.

Don't mind him.

Listen, things got
out of hand back there.

What do you say we put all
this animosity behind us, hey?

I've shown no one animosity.


Know this...

If your pursue this,
there will be consequences.

Yes. There will be.

All right, men.
Gather round. Come on.

I want a clean competition.

No one will get a third chance.

This event will determine the
winner of this year's Police Games.

Good luck.

This is it.

Man the rope!

Take the strain. Steady!




What the bloody hell happened?
We had them!

Sir, I believe we still do. George,
I need you to do something for me.


Here's to Precinct Five.

He's got four of them!

All right, you blue devils,
shut your yaps.

Normally I'd toast you fine lads

but tonight...

I turn the floor over to Townsend.

You gave us a scare with your
slip up but you fought back

and you brought us home, lad.
Now give us a few words.

Thank you, sir.

Well, boys, looks like
we've got another year to brag
about what we know anyway.

We may be a bunch of louts
but we're the best damn louts
this city has to offer!


Now, we wouldn't be the coppers we
are today if it weren't for Cooper.

Let's just remember him as he was.

Dead in an alley, you mean?

What the hell is this, Murdoch?

He's here on business.

What type of business?
An arrest, Mr Townsend.

The night that Cooper died,

Mr Townsend was here, in the bar.

CHUCKLES: I'm here every night,
aren't I?

Cooper wanted
to talk and you knew what about.

So you moved it to the alley
before anyone saw you,
where the two of you fought.

Constable Cooper fell on panes of
broken glass and slashed his leg.


That's crazy.
Coop was my friend, my beat partner.

You tried to stop the bleeding
using one of your
shoelaces as a tourniquet.

That's why your laces don't match.

And when that didn't work,
you panicked.

You moved his body and planted
his watch at Feng Choy's.

What are you on about, Murdoch?
Where's your motive?

She's right here, sir.

Miss Ling, please ask Mei-Li
if the constable that
assaulted her is in this room.


You raped this young girl.

And when Cooper found out about it,
he confronted you.
And for that, he died.

Constable Townsend, look at me.

Is this true?

I mean, come on, lads. Look at her.

It's not as though you haven't
thought about it. Right? I...

I slipped.

That's it.

And Coop...

Coop just over-reacted.
I tried to talk him down but he...

Things got out of hand.

You understand, don't you?
It was an accident.

I... I tried to save him. I did.

There was so much blood, I...
I didn't know what to do!

You killed a cop, Townsend.

And you were going to let an
old man hang for your crime.

Someone take this disgrace away.

We'll leave you to your...



My uncle would like to say something
to you.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

I thought you were all the same
but there is goodness in you.

And where there is good in one part,
there is good in the whole.

Lao Tzu? Confucius...?


Feng Choy, I believe.

Thank you.


"There's good in one,
there's good in the whole."

They are pithy, those Chinese.

Chief Constable Stockton!

Davis at Station Five asked me
to give this to you boys.

He says you deserve it,
and he's right.

Thank you, sir. I've also come
to congratulate you too, Murdoch.

And to offer you a proposition.

How do you feel about Winnipeg?

Winnipeg, sir?

Well... You solved
Constable Cooper's murder.

But you did it by investigating
your fellow officers.

Hard to do one without the other.
Quite. Quite.

But as for Winnipeg...

I think things would be
easier for you out there.

I don't believe they would be, sir.

This is my home.

There you have it, Chief Constable.

Good. Good.

Well, the Constabulary
thanks you, Murdoch.

So do the people of Toronto.


Don't worry about it, Murdoch.

This will all pass.

Sunny days ahead.

Sunny days, sir.

You did what you had to do, me old
mucker. Nothing more, nothing less.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

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