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[Horslips, "Dearg Doom"]
♪ 1, 2, 3 ♪
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♪ My love is colder than black marble by the sea ♪
♪ My heart is older than the cold oak tree ♪
[bleats]
♪ I am the flash of silver in the sun ♪
♪ If you see me coming, you had better run, run, run ♪
♪ From Dearg Doom ♪
[in Irish] Where's the bride?
Who invited them?
Nobody invites them. That's the point.
♪ You speak in whispers of the devils I have slain ♪
[muffled music]
[retches]
[ominous music]
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[rhythmic thumping]
Have you seen Peig?
Peig!
[music rising]
[rhythmic thumping]
...beating and rattling at my bolted door?
I am Eamonn of the Hill
I am suffering. Cold and wet
My darling, my love [knocking]
What am I to do with you?
I have only the shelter of this dress
[thud]
The air is thick
They are relentless
And we will both be snuffed out
The air is thick
They are relentless
And we will both be snuffed out
[gasping]
[beeping]
[ominous music]
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[door creaks]
[ominous music]
[fly buzzing]
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[soft clattering]
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[woman faintly humming]
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[heavy thudding]
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[door creaking]
[eerie music]
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[thudding accelerates]
Ssh shh!
[in English] Hey, maybe that's enough tonight.
No, we have to have everything out by Friday.
- Yeah but..! - No, it's fine.
I just need some air.
[eerie music]
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[phone chimes]
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I'd better head.
Whatever you like. You will anyway.
We need the money, don't we? I'll only be a couple of weeks.
Yeah, but we also have all this to do.
Just leave it then. Fuck it.
Who cares. Let them dump it all.
The landlord cares.
So do you. Or you should.
Well I don't.
Wait!
Don't forget your pills.
Thank you.
Is this...
is this who I think it is?
Blessed Virgin, but she's glow-in-the-dark.
What's your problem?
What? You don't have those in Kiev?
We do, we do!
But worse--well, maybe not worse.
All of these things and no photos of you?
No sign of you at all.
We weren't that kind of family.
Come on. I will drive you to the bus station.
Thank you.
You're welcome, but know...
that I'm keeping
the glow-in-the-dark Holy Mother, OK?
OK.
[eerie music]
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[child babbling]
This is the last stop. Do you know where you're going?
Yeah, I think so. Do you know this house?
[in Irish] Seán, this wee girl is looking for this house.
Tell her to go home.
[in English] He says he doesn't know a house like that.
[in Irish] I heard him. They're expecting me.
Go straight ahead when you get off.
Take the shortcut at the fairy tree.
You'll know it when you see it.
[door opens]
[goat bleats]
[chimes faintly tinkle]
[bang]
[distant scream]
[fly buzzing]
[rings bell]
Hello?
I'm here from Primary Care.
[rings bell]
[knocks]
Ms Nic Giolla Bhríde?
[thud]
Hello?
Shit.
Ms Nic Giolla Bhríde?
[squeaking]
Fuck!
I'm not letting you in
until you tell me exactly who you are.
Primary Care sent me, look!
Here's my ID.
Are you OK?
That's piss.
How do you like that?
Hey! Hey!
Come back!
[glass shattering]
Hello?
Ms Nic Giolla Bhríde?
Are you OK?
[ominous music]
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[thud]
[groaning]
Is that all you're going to do?
Is it not enough?
Do you want to make more work for me?
And that. Anybody can come in here now.
I'll get it fixed tomorrow. I promise.
You ordered home help. Didn't you?
Only because they wouldn't let me home from hospital
unless I got someone in to take care of me.
I don't trust them.
But I can fire you.
Take it easy. I'm only in the door.
I don't want to be babied.
I wouldn't dream of it.
Shoo. That's what my friends call me.
Shoe?
Siúbhán, or Shoo, to your friends.
That's it.
- Peig. - Peig.
You absolutely stink of fags.
Sorry. I'm trying to quit.
It's lovely.
I haven't had a fag in years.
Give me one!
I'm not supposed to give you cigarettes.
They don't like filth. Bad smells.
Do you want to wash yourself?
I can get you some fresh clothes.
No.
Give me one,
and I'll do it.
No stairlift?
I'm well able.
The notes said you have medication to take.
I took them.
[water running]
Straight in at the deep end, eh?
I've only been here five minutes.
Don't touch that!
Leave it like that!
Leave me be!
I can do it myself!
Tell me when you're ready.
I'm ready.
- It's inside out. - That's how I like it.
You've got lovely hair.
OK. Fine. I won't touch your hair.
Keep your stupid words to yourself.
- That's not very nice. - Who said I was nice?
Where am I going?
I have to sleep somewhere.
Unless you want me to jump in there with you?
Take your pick.
[door creaks and closes]
[sighs]
[dialing rotary phone]
[in English] Calls to mobile numbers
are barred from this phone.
[phone rings]
Hello?
Hello. Is this the home support worker?
Yes, I'm Shoo... Siúbhán.
I see you're not fully qualified yet.
Do you know what you're doing?
I was told she needed an Irish speaker.
There will have to be a site visit.
Yes, of course.
I was expecting someone to be here this evening.
You are aware the patient has mental health issues?
Possible dementia? Paranoia? Delusions?
I wasn't actually told that.
I thought I was coming for a few weeks
to help a woman after a stroke.
Physical assistance.
All the information is in your notes.
Oh.
When is the site visit?
You'll be notified. Thank you.
[line clicks]
Hey!
[in Irish] I was talking to the nursing agency.
Are you absolutely sure it was them?
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Do you have any family, Peig?
Dáithí killed himself.
I'm sorry.
To be honest, he was a bit of a disappointment.
You're not married yet.
That's wise.
Don't bother.
I'm not married yet but I will be soon.
Mila is Ukrainian.
They wear engagement rings on the other side there.
She's having a baby?
With a bit of help from our friend Caoimhín.
There are ways and means.
- You did ask. - I don't care about that.
I wasn't reared in a convent you know.
Young people always think they invented everything.
Be careful!
Births, marriages, deaths.
Those are thin places.
Thresholds.
That's what they like.
Who are they?
Births, marriages, deaths.
Very bureaucratic.
Women's work.
Men die too. And they get married.
To each other, now and again.
Women do the death work
and for weddings, especially in Ireland.
The wedding, the birthing,
the nursing and the keening.
Now you're going to tell me I'm wrong. Aren't you?
[ominous music]
[squeaking]
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[phone ringing]
[in English] Hi love. Just checking in. I'm here.
Reception in the house is shit, so...
no point trying to call me back.
I'll try again tomorrow.
Love you.
[fly buzzing]
[thud]
[faucet running]
[in Irish] Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us...
Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us...
[fly buzzes]
Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us...
Hail Holy Queen, our light our sweetness and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.
Hail Holy Queen...
[screaming]
[thunder rumbling, rain pattering]
[groaning]
Shh.
They like music.
They're always listening.
Who?
There's a house under the house.
What are you doing?
Counting them. Don't want anything bad to happen.
If you think I'm mad, that's alright. Go ahead.
I'm not one to judge. Believe me.
May I have a glass of water, please?
Now. You'll eat a bit?
It's tasty.
Oh? You don't like salt?
No.
Unless it comes with a shot glass and a lemon.
What's this?
You know I'll just get more from the doctor.
- [Broken Irish] Hello! - Hello!
[Broken Irish] How are you?
Well, it's hard, but these things usually are.
And how is your Ukrainian coming along?
- [in English] How is it? - Grand. How are things there?
Good.
Uhm, I mean... What should I do with anything personal?
Like letters, photos. You know?
Just throw them out.
- I can't do that. - Yeah you can.
Shoo, you have to at least look.
Look, I can't leave her alone for long.
I'll talk to you tomorrow. OK?
[crow cawing]
[in Irish] I'm going into town. Do you want anything?
What for?
Milk, bread, some mousetraps I suppose.
There are no mice here. I keep well on top of interlopers.
Nothing then?
Listen! Make sure the horseshoe is on the door.
OK.
And when you come back, tap it three times.
I'll know then I can trust you.
Peig, no one is going to come in.
- No one is going to get... - Promise?
I promise.
It's a good number, the number three.
[music playing]
Another tourist eating and drinking rings round the place.
I'm from Dublin.
- Same thing. - Eilis, for God's sake!
I need to speak to someone about deliveries.
You want Páidín,
but has his hands full with Stiofán O hAodhagáin dying.
The postman leaves the post on the path
but it's a mile away from the house.
- It's the house... - I know which house you mean.
[in English] She let the goat go, and he never came back.
[in Irish] Is she alright after her fall?
It was a stroke.
She's doing OK.
You family?
I'm her home help.
Local people not good enough for her?
Not really any of your business, Eilis.
Can I get 20 Colchesters too please?
We have a special on candy floss vapes.
They smell lovely now.
For God's sake, give her what she wants!
Your lady is a special case.
Do you know much about her?
They say she's always been odd.
Agoraphobia it seems.
She was in an asylum or a Magdalene laundry years ago.
That's what they say.
Did she have a baby there?
That was well before my time.
Terrible how they used to treat people.
- It's quicker that way. - Thanks, Méabh.
[phone chimes]
Fuck's sake.
[ominous music]
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[faint chattering]
[squeaking]
[crunch]
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[knocking]
What did you do with those nails?
Oh, sorry.
Oh, you're sorry? What use is sorry?
Look at what you let in.
It's alright.
Nothing bad will happen. I bought more anyway.
You don't understand!
Listen, my mother was always arranging and counting things.
To feel in control. To deal with things.
Have you ever spoken to the doctor about it?
I'll put them back right away.
- How many were there? - Seven!
Five, six, seven.
[mysterious music]
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[loud ticking]
[unsettling music]
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Mammy?
[whimpering]
[wheezing]
[screaming]
If you're not careful,
they'll take both of us.
Me and you.
Those places are all closed up.
You don't have to be afraid anymore.
Look. I'll tell you exactly what happened.
And you'll think I'm mad
or whatever you want.
Then, I'll leave it with you.
I got married
because I had to.
Know what I mean?
I was taken away on my wedding night.
Not by a priest, or a doctor, or a nun
but by them.
Dáithí made a deal with them to get me back.
But they're a tricky lot. Very tricky.
They hate us, you know.
You've seen the scars I have.
Punishment.
- If Dáithí... - Ah, stop!
No, he bloody didn't.
I'd have slapped him ragged.
It was them. Down there.
Don't say things like that about Dáithí.
Believe what you want.
But that's what happened.
What is it like, down there?
A madhouse.
A famine village.
A laundry house.
A coffin ship.
A field, poisoned with blight.
A street full of blood and bullets.
Hundreds of bodies.
Piled into a septic tank.
Punishment.
You don't understand the first thing about punishment.
You're not better than me.
I know about punishment.
My Mam used to lock me in the cupboard
and make me say my prayers over and over.
If I made a mistake, I'd get a burn.
Before long, I stopped making mistakes.
[in English] Hail, holy Queen, Mother of Mercy,
hail, our life, our sweetness and our hope.
To thee do we cry, poor banished children of Eve.
[in Irish] I don't think I'm better than you.
I'm sorry.
I hardly ever went to see her.
- It's hard to find the time. - I didn't want to see her.
She killed herself.
You can stay in here with me if you want.
- How are you this morning? - Wonderful.
If I entered the Rose of Tralee,
those other bitches would be fucked.
Stiofán O hAodhagáin.
He thought he'd get all this you know. My land.
Always sniffing about.
He was probably in here when I was in hospital.
Bit off more than he could chew there.
I hear he's the one who found you? Got you help?
Waited a whole day before he called the ambulance though.
Greedy grubbing bastard.
This is a shit picture of him. Serves him right.
I suppose that's the end we all have coming,
someone choosing a shit picture of you.
Did your Mam have a picture in the paper?
Are you afraid of it?
Dying? I don't know.
That's because you're young.
Everyone is afraid of dying.
Are you?
Sometimes.
But maybe there are worse things.
I saw his house.
The wake house.
Did he have wards up?
I wasn't looking for things like that.
That's how they got him, the prick.
There are certain things that they don't like.
Pure metal, salt, and piss.
He let them in somehow.
[squeaking]
[suspenseful music]
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[grunting]
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[heavy footsteps]
[fly buzzing]
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[eerie music]
Who is that?
Screaming your prayers?
Beating and rattling at my bolted door?
My darling, my love
what am I to do with you?
[whispering]
[thud]
Have you seen the goat?
Have you no home to go to?
Fuck off!
[in English] I told you to dump everything!
There are some things
you have to take responsibility for yourself, Shoo.
I don't want to be responsible for..!
You take responsibility!
I'm not a child and you have no right.
She was your mother.
That means something to both of you.
My mother didn't love me and I didn't love her.
She was a sad pathetic mess and now she's dead.
I won't grieve for her.
She was your mother. She was your family.
My family? What would you know about it?
You don't have a fucking clue about my family.
You're right. I don't.
And perhaps I don't care to anymore.
- Goodbye. - Mila wait..!
Fuck!
[ominous music]
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[baby crying]
[in Irish] Whatever it is,
getting rid of it won't get rid of it.
Shut up!
Have you seen my pills?
You have to keep your wits about you.
There should be a prescription here for me.
- For you? - For Peig Nic Giolla Bhríde.
[humming]
[phone chimes]
[in English] Fuck's sake.
[baby crying]
You have one new message.
Ahead of today's site visit,
please have all notes up to date.
Shit!
[in Irish] Get out of here! Go away!
[in English] Peig! Stop that!
I'm so sorry.
[in Irish] Go away!
[in English] I'm so sorry. I just got the message.
- There's no reception here. - Shoo!
[in Irish] Don't let her in! Shoo!
- [in English] Should we go in? - [in Irish] I know who you are!
Shoo! Shoo!
[in English] Eh, come on in.
No stairlift?
[in Irish] Peig? Will you open the door please?
No fucking chance.
[in English] Surely you have a key?
Of course.
[eerie music]
[in Irish] I don't want to go back there again.
Peig? You alright in there?
You're not invited! You're not invited!
Is she gone? Is she gone?
Get out of my sight! Do you hear me?
[phone rings]
[in English] Hello?
This is Sandra from Primary Care.
According to your supervisor,
you left your patient unattended,
and you hadn't given her, her medication, is that correct?
Well, I had to collect it from the doctor's, you see,
and that's why I..!
- It won't happen again. - Hmmm. I see.
I won't upset you with the stats
on how many vulnerable people die alone each year.
But let's agree not to add to that number, OK?
Yes, of course.
[dial tone]
[ominous music]
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[mutters]
[ominous music]
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[rattling]
[rattling continues]
[unsettling music]
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Fuck!
Shoo!
[in Irish] Look!
I got another photo for you.
Do I look crazy?
My mother was crazy you know.
Clean out of her fucking mind.
I want you out of here. First thing in the morning.
Alright.
I'll get your food in the morning and I'll leave then.
I should have fired you
as soon as you said you were getting married.
Am I still? I don't know about that.
They're sniffing around you for some reason.
Nice to know someone wants me.
[humming]
[phone rings]
[in English] You have two new messages.
Message one.
Hey love. I'm really, really sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
Message two.
Hi, this is Eamonn from Primary Care.
We have you down as emergency contact for Siúbhán Ní Bhroin.
Siúbhán has been sending time sheets
but we haven't contacted her
since she signed off on compassionate leave in April.
Ehm, we know she's been dealing with a bereavement
and thought best to check in.
Ehm, she can give me a call direct.
[eerie music]
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[in Irish] Have you no home to go to?
- Do you have an appointment? - Community care handover.
- I need to see the doctor. - Wait over there.
[in English] How are you, love?
[in Irish] Who is that?
Screaming out your prayers?
Beating and rattling
at my bolted door?
- Do you have your notes? - No.
I am Eamonn of the hill
Isn't that your notebook there?
I am suffering. Cold and wet
[fly buzzing]
[in English] Your jumper is inside out, love.
[in Irish] I'll come back later.
You'll have to make an appointment.
Do you have a bus timetable?
There's no buses today.
[murmuring]
[laughter]
Did your mother never teach you manners?
Who is that?
Screaming out your prayers?
Beating and rattling
at my bolted door?
I am Eamonn of the hill
I am suffering. Cold and wet
Would you ever fucking stop?
From constantly rambling
through hills and valleys
My darling, my love. What am I to do...
Keep the change.
...with you?
I have only...
[hums]
[fly buzzing]
[ominous music]
[whispering]
[bushes rustling]
[eerie music]
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[gasps]
[whimpering]
What is it?
What is it, Peig?
Your mother?
Was she born with a club foot?
No, no, no!
Dáithí promised them the baby to get me back.
We sent her away to protect her.
It's you they want.
He always gets what he wants eventually.
[suspenseful music]
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You're my grandmother?
[bell rings]
[knocking]
Shit!
[knocking]
Siúbhán?
[in English] This is Deirdre, from the agency.
I'm here to do your site visit.
Siúbhán?
I just wanted to see did you need any help?
Siúbhán?
I won't bite, you know!
[knock]
I won't bite, you know! I won't bite, you know!
[in Irish] Stay there!
Shoo.
It's too late. More are coming.
I won't bite, you know.
[in English] Fuck off!
This will be going in your progress report!
[in Irish] You can take me back, but you can't have her.
Peig!
Peig?
I'm going back.
It's the only way.
What are you doing?
[knocks]
Trust me.
Peig, no! Stop!
Peig?
Shh.
Who is that?
Screaming out your prayers?
Beating and rattling
at my bolted door?
Dáithí!
[ominous music]
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Hey!
Give her back!
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[buzzing]
[whispering]
I have suffered. I have suffered.
Pray for us.
Mary, conceived without sin, pray for us.
Mary, conceived without I have suffered.
I have suffered.
Shoo!
They don't want me.
I'm sorry.
- I'm so sorry. - I'm sorry too.
I would have loved you.
I know.
Now, at least,
I know where you get your fucking cheek from.
You're losing a lot of blood. I need to get help.
- You can't go out there. - I have to.
I won't be long.
If they take you, there will be no one to get you back.
I have to get you help.
Shoo?
Shoo! Don't go!
[ominous music]
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Help me! Hello?
CLOSED FOR THE FESTIVAL
Hello?
Help us!
Hello?
Méabh!
[thud]
[lively music]
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[trickling]
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Shoo!
God!
Goat!
- Peig? - Girl! God!
Goat!
- I'm up here. - Girl!
[muffled chanting]
Maybe if I die, they will go away.
It was me that tricked them in the first place.
Stop! Shut up!
[thudding]
[sniffing]
Shoo? It's Méabh.
I was worried about you after I saw you in town.
The doctor is with me.
Ms Ní Bhroin? Are you there?
Are you OK, Shoo?
Don't listen to them!
We can help you.
Don't listen to them!
Ms Ní Bhroin,
there are mental health services available to you.
We can bring you to a place where you will be safe.
Don't listen to them!
We don't want you to do anything foolish.
Shoo! Please!
- Open the door, Shoo! - We want you to open the door.
Don't listen to them!
They'll try anything.
Please open the door!
Please!
[fly buzzing]
Don't! Shoo?
Don't! Don't!
Who is that?
Screaming out your prayers?
Beating and rattling at my bolted door?
[slap] [crying]
My darling, my love
What am I to do with you?
I have only the shelter of this dress
[thud]
[slap, moan]
And we will both be snuffed out
[buzzing]
[eerie music]
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Shoo! Siúbhán!
Don't!
Mammy!
[muffled singing]
[thud]
Peig?
No! No! No!
Peig! No!
Come back!
No! No!
[sobs]
[in English] Hello?
Shoo, where are you?
[door rattles]
Shoo, are you in there?
[rattling]
No, no, no!
No, you're not here!
Shoo, I've been calling and calling. I've been so worried.
Please, open the door! It's me.
I know you're in there.
[thudding]
Shoo? Open up.
I'm begging you to open the door!
[thudding]
[screaming]
[ominous music]
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Mila!
[rattling]
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[unsettling music]
♪ ♪
[unsettling music intensifies]
[creaking]
[sobbing]
[in Ukrainian] Please give her back to me.
I'll give you anything!
[eerie sting]
[Horslips, "Dearg Doom"]
♪ 1, 2, 3 ♪
♪ My love is colder than black marble by the sea ♪
♪ My heart is older than the cold oak tree ♪
♪ I am the flash of silver in the sun ♪
♪ If you see me coming, you had better run, run, run ♪
♪ From Dearg Doom ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You speak in whispers of the devils I have slain ♪
♪ By the fire of my silver devil's blade ♪
♪ And still you dare to flaunt yourself at me ♪
♪ I don't want you, I don't need you ♪
♪ I don't love you, can't you see? ♪
♪ I'm Dearg Doom ♪
♪ And when the stars go out ♪
♪ You can hear me shout ♪
♪ Two heads are better than none ♪
♪ 100 heads are so much better than 1 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ When the stars go out ♪
♪ You can hear me shout ♪
♪ Two heads are better than none ♪
♪ 100 heads are so much better than 1 ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I'm a boy who was born blind to pain ♪
♪ And, like a hawk, I'll swoop and swoop again ♪
♪ I am the flash of Hawkeye in the sun ♪
♪ If you see me coming, you had better run, run, run ♪
♪ From Dearg Doom ♪
♪ From ♪
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