Poldark

LAURA LINNEY: This is "Masterpiece."

DEMELZA: Our ore... DRAKE: Be stolen, stored, and sold abroad.

By Jacka and Tess?

LINNEY: Previously, on "Poldark"... GEORGE: The intimidation of the Enyses and Despards must cease.

MERCERON: Maintaining supremacy is more useful in the long run.

DRAKE: We do expect... A child!

LAURENT: You may, after all, (gun cocks) be of use to the Rpublique.

CECILY: Forget you ever knew me.

ROSS: My actions may seem strange to Demelza and to you.

What do you intend?

ROSS: The French fleet on the horizon?

God speed the day.

LINNEY: "Poldark," the final episode, right now, on "Masterpiece."

(waves crashing) (men speaking French) LAURENT: You never speak of your family.

My task here is my first concern.

But your wife asks no questions?

My wife knows her place.

TESS: How I bless the day she dismissed me!

For that set me on thoughts of stealin' ore. And without that, how could Frenchies come ashore to plot they schemes?

LAURENT: And to pave the way for General Toussaint and his army.

Indeed.

(whetstone scrapes) Not now, Tess.

(Tess scratches, Ross gasps) Beg pardon!

'Twas careless of me.

We have work to do.

(people calling in background) DEMELZA: I don't rightly understand-- for months now, we've been losin' precious ore, and still, you make no move to challenge Jacka or Tess.

Did we not agree to wait until we know the full extent of the theft?

But do we not yet?

(stammers) And what of the weapons hoard?

What of that?

Addington and Bonaparte will shortly sign the Peace.

An invasion seems unlikely.

But did you not say Addington was a fool if he trusts the French?

I did say so, but... (sighs) A humble country squire should leave London matters alone.

(people talking in background) Gentlemen!

Still here?

Sir George's company must be most alluring.

Your continued attachment to Cornwall is heartwarming.

Does the climate suit you?

Ross... As opposed to London?

Which, I imagine, remains rather hot?

MERCERON: Your husband thinks he has triumphed, ma'am.

Blackened our names.

Helped my daughter abscond with the Despard trull.

MERCERON: And now hopes to see me arrested for corruption.

ROSS: And perjury, sedition, brutality, murder.

MERCERON (laughing): Do you hear that, ma'am?

He intends to have me indicted as a traitor.

I intend to have him hanged as one.

Care to wager who'll get there first?

Ross, come away.

Let me have a drink.

I understand Captain Poldark has been absent from London these past few months.

GEORGE: And with good reason.

His name is reviled in Westminster.

On account of...?

GEORGE: His Jacobin leanings?

His fondness for traitors?

Ah, you refer to Colonel Despard.

Perhaps Poldark should join the French army.

Since he stands no chance of ever being readmitted to the English one.

(laughing) Is treachery a matter for mirth, sir?

Treachery works both ways, sir.

If your own country betrays you... To whom do you then owe loyalty?

(footsteps retreating) (fire crackling, paper rustling) It looks tender.

How came you by it?

I...

I don't recall.

You should have a care, Ross.

It do seem but a tiny scratch, yet...

If it should fester, and infection set in... Mm.

I don't want to lose you, Ross.

You fear that?

Sometimes.

(paper rustling) Of late, more oft.

Wondering where you go.

I have a mine to run.

And why you're gone so long.

Would you rather I was in London?

(sighs) As to that, you may as well be, since Hanson and Merceron pursue us here.

They're of no consequence.

Why do I misdoubt that?

Perhaps you misdoubt everything I say.

Do I have cause?

No.

No cause.

(papers rustling) (breathes deeply) (horse walking slowly) (waves crashing, seagulls squawking) (children playing, laughing) (door closes) To think we now have 27 pupils!

(chuckling) And I shall miss them.

But I know I leave them in excellent hands.

How will I manage?

So much I've come to rely on 'ee these past few months.

'Tis almost as if... We're sisters?

No.

That we shall never be.

Sam and Tess no longer study together.

Perhaps she've learnt all the lessons there be.

(chuckles) I've certainly learnt mine.

(exhales) TESS (in distance): Ross?

(Tess speaking indistinctly) (Ross speaking indistinctly) (conversation continues in distance) (objects banging) (Tess speaking indistinctly) (Tess giggling) (objects banging) Now.

Not now.

Why not?

Someone might come.

TESS: Tell 'em to scarper.

Deny me, then.

Say 'ee don't want me.

ROSS: Would I dare?

TESS: Then dare thy body and I'll dare mine.

For we both know we long for it.

And because of that, let us find a more fitting place and occasion so we can take our time and enjoy it to the full.

ROSS: Come to the beach, they'll be waiting.

(exhales) GEORGE: There it is, Wheal Leisure.

VALENTINE: A mine is a place of wonder.

Who says so?

Uncle Ross.

(seagulls squawking) (horse neighs softly) GEORGE: Well, well!

(chuckles): It appears the Honorable Member for Truro is less than honest!

(Cary laughs) I wonder what the scullery maid would say!

(seagulls squawking) (waves crashing, seagulls squawking) Of course, it could simply be a smuggling venture, given his past misdemeanors.

But to be consorting with the French, in any guise...

While the Peace is yet unsigned?

Treason, pure and simple.

And were we to frame it as more than a smuggling venture... (places drink down) How was the mine?

Like any mine.

Deep, dark, cold.

Damp.

Lonely?

Aside from a few starving rats, yes.

Ross... Mm, pie is excellent.

How needful, would you say, is honesty betwixt husband and wife?

Is honesty always desired?

I'd say so.

Whatever the cost?

Yes.

Yet consider, are there not... some matters-- persons... ...past events-- particulars of which I've never asked you?

And for you also.

Are there not... like omissions?

Because to ask the question means it can never be unasked.

Nor the answer unheard.

So we should never seek to know the truth?

Are we sure we always want to hear it?

(cutlery clangs) (footsteps retreating) (door opens) (door closes) (exhales) (waves crashing) Take your bag.

Clowance, your bonnet.

You're going to Killewarren?

PRUDIE: Garrick, come.

May I ask why?

When did I lose you, Ross?

You haven't lost me.

When I look in your face, I see a stranger.

I will be a stranger if you choose to desert me.

Then become again the man you once were.

That man no longer exists.

(bag rustling) Then I must leave.

(footsteps retreating) DWIGHT: Forgive me, that sounds a little extreme.

Because you consider marital fidelity as what?

A tiresome detail?

Have I ever said so?

Not in so many words.

But in thought?

What thought?

Your own attachment?

My attachment?

Caroline, must we forever revisit this?

Yes, I admired Kitty.

I made no secret of it.

But why, why would you imagine that my feelings went beyond...?

Because it would not be the first time you fell in love with someone else's wife.

Keren Daniel.

Pray excuse me.

Where are you going?

To do what I should have done months ago.

(sighs) Yes, I let her go-- I think it's for the best.

How could that possibly be?

Months ago, I told you my actions might seem strange.

And so they do.

I also asked you not to question me.

And for months, I have not, but now?

Is not the time to start.

Ross, your arrogance!

Your presumption that this concerns none but yourself!

Have you still not understood that subterfuge destroys?

You speak from experience?

I speak from experience, yes!

From knowledge, of lives affected, actions which had consequences.

What actions?

Actions of mine?

Actions of yours.

What consequences?

(forcefully): What consequences?

Ask George.

He lives with them every day.

Losing his wife, knowing she once loved you.

I cannot alter that!

No, but you can alter this-- lying to Demelza, keeping her in the dark... Only to protect her-- if you knew, if you understood... Help me to understand!

Certain actions of mine, if scrutinized, might be misconstrued.

Like your affair with Tess.

Hm?

Demelza knows of that?

Oh, she knows.

And the sooner you break it, and plead forgiveness, and beg her to come home to you.

I cannot.

Ross.

No, I will not.

It suits me to have Demelza away from Nampara.

You no longer love her?

Love her?

Dear God!

(inhales) No, I no longer love her.

(sniffs) (birds twittering) (seagulls squawking) GEOFFREY CHARLES (voiceover): I had your note-- when does he arrive?

Any moment.

His name is Toussaint.

General Toussaint?

You know of him?

At Marlow, he was much discussed.

What is he?

A noted military strategist, an exceptional swordsman.

Why have they sent him?

To plan the invasion.

They are serious.

Any weaknesses?

A certain arrogance.

A fondness for ladies, good wine, soft beds.

(straining): I can't imagine he'll find Wheal Leisure to his liking.

Which is why I've suggested something more congenial.

(horses approaching, whinnying) (horses slowing, nicker) LAURENT: May I present Gnral Jules Toussaint, senator and marshal of the Empire.

Captain Ross Poldark.

My nephew Cadet Geoffrey Charles Poldark.

Both at your service, General.

You live alone here, Captain?

My wife and family are from home.

We will not be disturbed.

(birds twittering) (birds twittering) MERCERON: Thank you, Burkett.

GEORGE: "General."

(door closes) (chuckles): Well, now we have him-- colluding with the French at the highest level.

His hanging should be even more spectacular than his friend's.

And the nephew brat will join him.

And our restoration to favor will be complete.

ROSS: So the first wave of the invasion will be small and localized, but if successful... We immediately send in a second.

And for when is it proposed?

As early as next month.

Before the Peace is even signed?

Yes.

Excellent.

DWIGHT: How can you possibly think this will work?

ROSS: Because there's no other way.

Very well-- yes, I'll assist you.

Though I give you small chance of success.

My thanks.

Speed is of the essence.

The general and I will visit Wheal Leisure today.

While we're gone, let yourself into Nampara and go to the library.

(voiceover): Beneath the rug by the window, there's a panel in the floor.

While we're at Nampara, another party must be at Wheal Leisure.

DWIGHT (voiceover): To what end?

Fireworks?

Rock falls?

The most spectacular kind.

Which is why I've called in the expert.

Can I count on you all?

For God, King, and country.

Go on, go outside.

CLOWANCE: Mama?

My dear... Where are you going?

Prudie, take the children outside, please.

Yes, maid-- this way, chibbies.

Caroline...

I have thought and I've thought on what's to be done.

I can see no other way.

When I heard how he spoke to Tess...

I thought of Elizabeth.

They could not be more different.

It's the pain that's the same.

And I had hoped that... (inhales) Ross had learnt his lesson.

'Tis plain to see, he's done nothin' of the sort.

And... to ever be wonderin'... To ever be wonderin', are they in each other's arms?

Does he whisper to her the same sweet words that he once whispered to me?

The agony of never knowin' just a moment's peace.

No, I can't!

It's my faith that's broken.

It can't be remade.

TOUSSAINT: It is a pleasure to see how well guarded the mine is.

And our cache of arms is impressive.

(floor creaks softly) ROSS (above): We have many sympathizers hereabouts.

And I should note it, no shortage of weapons to arm them.

(trembling): Farewell, my friend.

Tonight I go to Verity, till Captain Blamey can see us aboard a ship to Lisbon, or the Americas, or Jamaica.

Jamaica?

Why not?

We'll be quite the band of sisters, Kitty, Cecily, and I. Demelza, my dear... you cannot... Caroline... (gasps) Dwight will never forgive me.

ROSS (above): So this proposed treaty... TOUSSAINT: Would merely give us a respite to rest and rearm our forces.

Always assuming you do not invade before it is signed.

Which is my preferred option.

And mine.

This country does not deserve liberty.

It punishes loyalty and rewards corruption.

ROSS: Let us sketch out a plan.

You know the extent of our weapons.

As you know, I have an intimate knowledge of the terrain, tides, the locals.

So how many men do you propose to send us?

2,000.

So he allowed her to form an attachment to him?

Fearing that to do otherwise would jeopardize the entire scheme.

Dear God!

How could he do that?

To lie to me, for so long, so bold-faced... And Tess!

To so misuse her!

You cannot pity her?

I do!

She's lost her heart to him and I know how easy that is.

Am I a fool?

Or a saint.

That I'll never be-- I've no wish to be.

ROSS (above): All will be in readiness-- you may rely on me.

It is an honor to serve France.

TOUSSAINT (above): And France will not hesitate to reward you.

Shall we adjourn to the parlor?

ROSS: I have some excellent rum.

TOUSSAINT: Imported from France?

Naturally!

Then let us toast to the success of our venture.

(footsteps creaking above) (floor creaking) (hinge creaking) (horse nickers) (horse whinnying, galloping) I know what 'ee be thinkin', maid.

And I know that if Mr. Ross take such pains to protect 'ee, he'll not take it kindly.

(chuckles softly) I don't doubt it.

(Dwight urging horse) Be not afeared.

How could I not be afeared?

(footsteps approaching) I've asked her to come sit with 'ee.

DWIGHT: To London, with all possible speed.

Yes, sir.

(urges horse, horse whinnying) (man urging horse) (gun cocks, horse whinnies) (knock at door) (door opens) (paper rustling) MERCERON: From Poldark.

(breathing trembles) GEORGE: "The French fleet holds itself in readiness for an invasion as early as next month."

The thought of watching him marched to Truro Jail... CARY: With that sniveling kitchen maid whimpering after him.

"These details, which I have taken great pains to extort "from General Toussaint, "were painstakingly and covertly transcribed "by Dwight Enys.

"I hope they will serve as proof of French intent and of my own desire to serve the Crown."

Damn him!

So, so he'll be crowned as a hero.

MERCERON: How?

This report will never reach Wickham.

But if it reached the General... (chuckles softly) TOUSSAINT: Oh, I do not place much store in marital fidelity.

If opportunity presents... And the lady is willing?

Myself, I prefer the thrill of the chase.

TOUSSAINT: And who does not?

(glasses clink) DEMELZA: I beg your pardon.

I had no idea you had company.

And this is your charming wife?

ROSS: It is!

Demelza...

This is... An old comrade from my days in America.

Jules Toussaint at your service, madame.

Pardon my intrusion, sir.

(clicks tongue): No intrusion.

This is, after all, your house.

And to think I was almost denied the pleasure of meeting you.

(laughs flirtatiously) My husband is rather possessive.

He likes to keep me to himself.

TOUSSAINT: Dare you not disobey him?

How could I, sir?

He is my lord and master.

He is also a traitor.

To you.

(men speaking French) (strikes match fuse hissing) (shouting in French) (men coughing, guns cock) TOUSSAINT: And do you have proof of this, monsieur?

RALPH: I have in my pocket a letter from this man which was intercepted on its way to London.

A full account of your plans addressed to the head of our secret service.

And why are you telling me this?

Because he is without loyalty or honor to his country.

Yes, it is true.

And what serves me best at present is this man's dispatch, by any means you see fit.

(sighs) Well, Capitaine... You disappoint me greatly, Captain.

I thought I had found an ally.

Instead... May I?

Forgive me, if your carpet is stained, madame, but I must perform a small execution before we resume our conversation.

Sir... From the bottom of my heart, I...

I bless you!

Can you truly think to rid me of this... fiend?

You... do not plead for him?

Plead?

(scoffs): I loathe him!

(laughing): What?

DEMELZA: He's a liar, and a bully.

He repeatedly breaks his marriage vows, and... and my heart.

So, yes.

I despise him.

Would be a blessed release if you were to dispatch him.

Delighted to oblige you, madame.

But not too swiftly.

I should like to see him... humiliated before his dispatch.

And nothing would give me greater pleasure.

Forgive me, monsieur.

But would it not be better to have it over and done with?

TOUSSAINT: You, sir, are plainly a philistine.

Why resort to brute force... (softly): ...when there is artistry to be had?

Choose your weapons, then.

Pistols or swords?

Swords, of course.

Then at least you will die a soldier's death.

What were you thinking?

Did you not think to tell anyone?

She forbid me.

I warned you not to tell her!

(footsteps retreating) (panting) (moaning and gasping) ZACKY: Fuses set!

GEOFFREY CHARLES: Zacky, do the honors.

(match strikes) (sparking) ZACKY: Make haste!

(loud explosion echoes, men shouting) (debris falling, men shouting) I may have used a little too much powder!

(laughing) Proper job!

ZACKY: We'll let the Frenchies out later.

RALPH: I tell you, monsieur, this is a foolish distraction.

TOUSSAINT: Shall we begin?

(swords sing) (metal rubbing) (men grunting, swords clashing) (breathing heavily) Would you like me to make it easier for you, Captain?

On y va?

(breathes tauntingly) (grunting, swords clashing) (Morwenna groaning, panting) (swords clanging, men grunting) (swords clanging, grunting) Is that really your best?

(grunting, swords clanging) TOUSSAINT: Uh-uh.

Too easy!

(chuckles) (swords clanging) (breathing heavily) Madame?

(grunting) (swords clanging) (men yelp) (cocks gun) (gun fires, Ralph cries out) (gun fires, Toussaint grunts) (goat bleating, chickens clucking) (Ralph gasping) (animals squawking and groaning) (door opens, Ralph continues groaning) (groaning) (Ralph groaning) My love... DWIGHT: He's dead.

Dead?

What?

Did I... ROSS: I'd rather you kill the other, but we mustn't be greedy.

(gasps) DWIGHT: Keep still, let me see.

GEORGE: You cannot mean to set him at liberty?

Finish him.

Dispose of both bodies-- who would know?

It's tempting, but...

I have a better idea.

(places guns down, Ralph groans) (continues groaning) How bad is it?

DWIGHT: It will keep him in bed a few weeks, but he'll recover.

(gasps, footsteps approaching) GIRL: Mistress!

Come quick!

DEMELZA: What, what is it?

ROSS: Thank you, my friend.

For what?!

Demonstrating the true nature of loyalty.

Run on ahead.

Of which I trust you will shortly reap the benefits.

I think I'll retrieve my letter to Wickham.

Might I suggest a brandy?

Clearly we are never going to be the best of friends.

Or any manner of friends.

But I believe thanks are in order.

Spare yourself.

The gesture was not out of concern for you, but out of loyalty to my country.

I'm indebted to you, nonetheless.

Which is not a position I relish.

Whereas I revel in it.

(chuckles) So... shall we revert to our... usual animosity?

With pleasure.

(places glass down) (crying out loudly) DEMELZA: Oh, Morwenna... Morwenna!

(panting) 'Tis well.

'Tis well, Morwenna.

It's coming out.

(groaning) Rosina, hold her hand!

(panting, Rosina shushing) (panting) I'm with you.

Hold fast, Morwenna.

DEMELZA: It's nearly there, Morwenna.

(moaning loudly) Nearly there.

(groaning, panting) Oh, well done, Morwenna, well done... oh... (panting) (baby crying) (panting) She's beautiful-- here.

Greet your daughter.

(crying) Oh, my beautiful girl.

(door opens) DRAKE: My love!

(laughing): We have a daughter.

(laughs) A daughter... And you're safe.

All is well.

(laughs) All as we'd hoped.

What a day.

What a love.

That's what we'll call her.

Loveday.

(softly): Loveday Carne.

Welcome, Loveday.

(Loveday fusses, they laugh) ROSS: I doubt I can ever repay you.

How your mind leapt to such a plan.

(laughing): There was no plan!

I was that afeared I just blurted the first thing that came in my head!

His vanity was his undoing.

I knew if I could just bide my time.

I was countin' on that, too.

(sighs) I should never have kept things from you.

You saved my life.

As you saved mine.

Long ago.

When you took me from a dogfight, made me your scullery maid, and then... your wife.

My only thought was to protect you.

Oh, Ross, I've long been indebted to you.

If this goes, in some way, to repayin' that... My debt to you can never be repaid.

For the rest of my life, I will try.

(continue kissing) (driver urging horses) She favors ye, Morwenna, which can only be a good thing.

(laughing) May I hold her?

Of course.

(chuckles) (whispers): She looks so peaceful.

DRAKE: Yes, my love.

(quietly): May I ask to speak with 'ee?

Alone?

(child exclaims) (people laughing in next room) 'Tis a joy to see 'em so content, do 'ee not think?

And the child, such a blessin'.

And... do 'ee not think 'ee deserve as much joy?

Or will 'ee let guilt be thy master?

I?

(laughs) I deserve... torment for the pain I've caused.

For which I hold not the least of a grudge.

Nor pass judgment.

For who in this world have never gone astray?

You and I were once set to wed. Can we not be so again?

(voice breaking): Would 'ee take me still?

Would 'ee not ask me?

(birds twittering) Kitty Despard...

I understand.

Quite rightly.

You feared I might repeat my past indiscretion.

No.

That was not my fear.

But it has been my excuse.

For what?

Keeping you at arm's length.

Preventing any lasting reconnection between us.

For what might be the consequence.

Another child.

Another opening of my heart.

Another loss would kill me.

And me.

And yet, without such opening, are we not but half-alive?

Yes.

And would you deprive yourself, forever, of that?

I would not.

Nor would I want to deprive you.

Hence my confession.

Yes, this account confirms other reports which have reached me from France and from England.

But Addington will not heed them.

He's hell-bent on securing the Peace, so...

I've achieved nothing.

No, not entirely.

Your loyalty has been recognized.

We've managed to avert the impending French invasion of the Southwest, and in addition, the French prisoners you took are proving informative.

And you have, it appears, redeemed yourself in the eyes of the Crown, so... And what might the Crown be willing to do in return?

Ralph Hanson and Joseph Merceron have also shown loyalty-- to none but themselves.

This account demonstrates treachery, a lack of conscience, honor, or mercy.

Time, surely, for them to reap their rewards.

And what of the matter we discussed some time ago?

The covert role of a person of your talents?

Yes?

Perhaps now might be a good time to try it for size.

(waves crashing) (wind howling) Could this really not wait till morning?

I trust the matter is significant.

RALPH: "Possession of brandy "on which the duty has not been paid."

Is that the charge?

Mm.

You realize that being in possession of smuggled goods is a serious offense?

Do not lecture me on the law, sir.

Do you not know who I am?

No, sir-- who are you?

A magistrate.

Then I wonder you are so ill acquainted with the law as to hold it in contempt.

You will reside in Truro Jail until the case comes to court.

(laughing): What case?

I'll give you a dozen names who will have us released before you can say... ROSS: Ned Despard?

Sir.

Ah.

The list of charges.

HALSE: Bribery, corruption, fraud, blackmail, false witness, mistreatment of prisoners, murder.

Will it be enough to detain them?

For a considerable time.

Your servant, sir.

And yours, sir.

VALENTINE: So I should have my own mine.

Close to Nampara and Uncle Ross.

We shall visit him.

He can advise me.

Papa does not care for mines, but Uncle Ross cares a great deal.

(water sloshing) (door opens) (footsteps approaching) Second visit in a fortnight.

This is an honor.

(hesitantly): How was London?

Productive.

We are now officially free of Merceron.

(clears throat) I came to inform you that I am closing up Trenwith.

Henceforth, Truro and London will be my home.

I see.

Uh... Valentine has... expressed a wish to visit here.

I should be grateful if you refused him permission.

He is, after all, no relation.

(waves crashing, rain splattering) (people talking excitedly, musicians playing) 'Tis a blessed day, Mrs. Carne!

A day I thought I might never see, Mr. Carne!

(people talking excitedly) Right.

Can you give me a moment?

(fiddle playing, people talking excitedly) Proper job.

You had all them Frenchies fooled.

And me besides.

What do I owe you, Tess?

You detest my wife, endanger my children, set fire to my house.

Can't prove 'twas I!

We both know it was.

I saved your neck, Tess.

Don't let me regret it.

(horse neighs in distance) So the call came at last.

As expected.

Travel to France, covertly, observe the build-up of troops, the full extent of Bonaparte's rearming.

We may yet prevent the Peace of Amiens.

"We"?

Dwight will meet me there.

In the guise of studying with the famed Dr. Pinel at his mental asylum at Bictre.

But I'll be conveniently close to Paris.

CAROLINE: And to Ross, so you'll be brothers-in-arms again.

So... Do I have your consent?

You have my consent if you promise to return in one piece and before harvest.

To bring in the corn?

To welcome your new son or daughter.

Oh, my love... (fiddle playing in distance) (laughs) From Marlow.

They've offered me a place again.

Oh, that's wonderful news!

So, I will study hard, train hard, serve my country, and trust that one day I will love a girl more ardently than the girl who was my first love.

(children shouting, fiddle playing) Bold world out there waiting.

(birds twittering) (door closes, locks) (keys jingling) (keys jingling) (horse trotting, carriage rattling) DEMELZA: They'll soon be lightin' the beacons in expectation of the Peace.

The French will appreciate that.

The land they hoped to conquer lit up for all to see.

If it's a boy, we'll call him Henry.

And if it's a girl?

Isabella Rose.

Are you afraid?

Of course I'm afraid.

Every moment of every day.

And I.

We mustn't be.

Where's our faith?

Where's our gratitude?

We're here, we're alive, we have... blood in our veins.

And the past is gone.

Tomorrow... doesn't exist.

All that matters is now.

And we.

Two hearts.

One beat.

Can't ask any more than that.

There isn't any more to ask.

Ross!

You will come back?

I swear to you, my love.

I will return.

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