Originally aired: 01/05/2008

Writer: Sera Gamble
Director:Charles Beeson

Guest Stars: Jeffrey Dean Morgan as John Winchester

Official CW Description

DEAN GETS A CALL FROM HIS FATHER Dean is stunned after he receives a phone call from his dad who tells him he has a solution to get Dean out of his deal. Sam and Dean fight because Sam is skeptical that it is really John on the other end of the phone and warns Dean not to listen to him but Dean disagrees and sets off on his own path to follow his father's orders.

Full Synopsis

Night
It’s night, and a thunderstorm is raging outside. A man is in his house, drinking. He looks nervous. Suddenly, the phone rings. He picks it up. “Hello?” A woman’s voice says, “Ben?” “Linda,” he says. “I had to talk to you,” she says. “You can’t keep calling here,” Ben says. “I know. I know, just tell me you’ve thought about it, please,” Linda goes on. “There’s nothing to think about,” Ben says. “Don’t say that,” Linda says. “I can’t,” Ben says sadly. “You know I can’t, my wife…” “I’m begging you, come to me,” Linda says desperately. “Come to me, Ben.” “No,” he says, and hangs up. The phone immediately begins ringing again. “Linda, please. Please, just leave me alone,” Ben says after picking it up. “I’m not going to stop,” Linda says. “I miss you, Ben. We could be happy! We could be happy together.” “This is crazy,” Ben says. “I love you, Ben,” she says. “I love you, forever. Don’t you love me?” “You know I do,” Ben says. “More than anything. But – I’m sorry.” And he hangs up again. The phone rings again. Angrily, Ben smashes the phone on the desk and then rips it out of the wall. There’s a few moments silence, and then the phone rings again, even though there is no connection. Desperately, Ben takes a gun out of the desk drawer. “Okay Linda,” he says. “You win. I’m coming.” And he shoots himself in the head.

Outside, day
Dean is sitting on a bench, talking on his phone. “Okay, got it,” he says, then hangs up. Sam walks over to him, and Dean gets up. “So?” “So… the professor doesn’t know crap,” Sam says. “Shocking,” Dean replies, walking by him. He tells Sam to pack, because they’re hitting the road. When Sam asks why, Dean tells him that it was Bobby on the phone. “Some banker guy blew his head off in Ohio and he thinks there’s a spirit involved,” Dean says. “So you two were talking a case?” Sam says. “No, actually we were talking about our feelings,” Dean replies. “And our favourite boy bands. Yeah we were talking a case!” “So a spirit?” Sam says. “Well the banker was complaining about some electrical problems at his pad for like a week – phones going haywire, computers flipping on and off, huh?” Sam looks uninterested. “This not ringing your bell?” Dean asks. “Yeah, sure, but Dean, we’re on a case,” Sam says to him. “Whose?” Dean asks. “Yours,” Sam answers. “Yeah, right. Well could’ve fooled me,” Dean says, turning to walk away. “Well what the hell else have we been doing lately other than trying to break your deal?” Sam says irritably. “Chasing our tails, that’s what!” Dean says. “Sam, we’ve talked to every professor, witch, sooth-sayer… nobody knows squat. And we can’t find Bela, we can’t find the Colt, so until we actually find something? I’d like to do my job.” “Well there’s one thing we haven’t tried,” Sam says. “No,” Dean says immediately. “Dean, we should summon Ruby!” argues Sam. “I’m not gonna have this fight,” Dean begins. “She says she knows how to save you!” Sam says angrily. “Well she can’t,” Dean replies. “Oh and you know that for sure,” Sam says sarcastically. “I do,” Dean argues right back. “How?” Sam asks. “Because she told me,” Dean says. “Okay? Flat out, that she cannot save me. Nobody can.” “And you just somehow neglected to tell this to me?” Sam starts. “Well I really don’t care what that bitch thinks, and neither should you,” Dean says, turning away. “So now you’re keeping secrets from me, Dean?” Sam asks. “You really want to talk about who’s keeping secrets from who?” Dean cuts in. Sam walks away. “Now where’re you going?” Dean asks. “I guess I’m going to Ohio,” Sam says, and Dean follows him.

Milan, Ohio
The boys are in the house of the man who died. “I found him – there,” his wife, says, pointing. “Why don’t you just tell us everything you saw, Mrs. Waters?” Dean asks. “You mean besides my dead husband?” she says sarcastically. “Just everything else you saw, please,” Sam replies. “Blood. Everywhere,” she begins. “The phone was ripped from the wall, his favourite Scotch on the desk, what else could you possibly want to know?” “Why was the phone ripped from the wall?” Sam asks, and when she says she doesn’t know he goes to take a look himself. “Ma’am, what time did your husband die?” he asks, going through the last numbers on the phone. “Sometime after eleven,” she says. “What about strange phone calls?” Dean asks. “Seen any of those lately? Weird interference, static, anything like that?” “No,” she says quickly, then “No,” again. “Mrs. Waters, withholding information from the police is a capital offense,” Dean says, and when everyone looks at him oddly he mutters, “In some parts of the world, I’m sure.” “A couple of weeks ago, there was this…” begins Mrs. Waters. “This what?” Dean asks. “I woke up one morning and I heard Ben in his study – I thought he was talking to a woman,” she says. “What made you think that?” Sam asks. “Because he kept calling her Linda,” she replies. “The thing is, I picked up the other line, and nobody was there. Ben was talking to nobody.” “There was nothing,” Sam says. “Just… static,” she replies. “Did you ever speak to Ben about this phone call?” Sam asks. “No, I should’ve, but no,” she says. “Did he ever say who Linda was?” Sam asks. “What difference does it make, there was no one on the other end!” she says.

Motel
“Linda’s a babe,” says Dean, looking at a picture on his laptop. “Or… was.” “Find her?” Sam asks. “Yeah, Linda Bateman. Her and Ben Waters were highschool sweethearts,” Dean replies. “What happened?” Sam asks. “Drunk driver hit them head on, Ben walked away,” Dean explains. “So what then, dead flame calls to chat?” Sam suggests. “You would think,” Dean says. “But Linda was cremated. So why’s she still floating around?” “You got me,” says Sam. “What about that caller ID?” Dean asks. “Turns out it’s a phone number,” Sam tells him. “It’s not like any phone number I’ve ever seen,” Dean says. “That’s cause it’s about a century old. From back when phones had cranks,” Sam says. “So why use that number to reach out and touch someone?” Dean wonders. “You got me there too, but either way we should run a trace on it,” Sam says. “Well how the hell’re we gonna trace a number that’s over a hundred years old?” Dean asks.

Phone Company
“We don’t get too many folks from HQ down here,” says the man who works there. He tells them where to find the man they need to talk to, while Sam bats away a fly that’s flying around his head. “I know, sorry,” says the man. “We’ve got something of a hygiene issue down here if you ask me,” then “Stewie? What did I tell you about keeping this place clean?” Stewie is quickly closing windows on his computer screens. “Stewie Myers. Mr. Campbell, Mr. Raimi…” “I don’t know how all these got here,” Stewie mutters, and the man grabs his head. “From Headquarters,” he says meaningfully. “You give these gentlemen whatever they need.” He leaves. “So. That Busty Asian Beauties dot com?” Dean asks. “No,” Stewie says, quickly closing the window. “Maybe.” “Word of the wise,” says Dean, “Platinum membership? Worth every penny.” “Anyway, we’re here to trace a number,” Sam cuts in, handing Stewie a piece of paper. “Where did you get this?” he asks. “Off a caller ID,” Sam tells him. “That’s impossible,” Stewie says. “It hasn’t been used in a few years, we know,” Dean says. “A few years, it’s prehistoric,” Stewie goes on. “Trust me, nobody’s using this number anymore.” “Could you run it anyway?” Sam asks. “Sure. Why don’t I just rearrange my whole life first?” he says sarcastically. “Listen. Stewie. You’ve got about six kinds of an employee violation code down here,” Dean says. “Not to mention this sickening porn clogging up your hard drive. So if my employee says run the number, I suggest you run the number.” Stewie runs it. “Holy crap,” he says. “I can’t tell you where the number comes from, but I can tell you where it’s been going. Ten different houses in the past week all got calls from the same number.” He gives the boys a piece of paper with all the addresses on it, then sits back down. “So, are we done here? I was sort of busy.”

Sam gets out of his car, which is not the Impala, and walks up to the front door of a house. He asks the people who are there if they’ve had any problems with the phone lately, dropped calls or strange voices on the other end of the line. “No, we haven’t had any of that here,” the man says, and Sam sees a girl in the back, watching him. He heads out to his car, and is about to get in when he’s interrupted. “No way you work for the phone company.” It’s the daughter from the house. “Sure I do,” Sam says casually. “Since when does a phone guy drive a rental, or wear a cheap suit?” she asks. “Yeah, well, maybe we’re both keeping secrets,” Sam says. “Why’d you ask my dad if he heard strange voices on the phone?” she asks. “Why, did you hear something?” Sam asks. “No,” she says quickly. “My mistake. Thought maybe you did,” Sam says. “Well I didn’t, okay?” “Okay. Sorry to bother you,” Sam says. “Because if you did, then I would’ve told you that I’ve been right where you’re standing right now. Hearing things – even seeing things that couldn’t be explained. Maybe I would’ve been able to help out a little bit. Anyways…” He goes to get in his car again. “Hey wait. Maybe I’ve been talking on the phone. With my Mom,” she says. “Well that’s not so strange,” Sam says. “She’s dead,” the girl goes on. “Like three years now dead.” “How often does she call you?” Sam asks. “A few times. It started a week ago,” the girl tells him. “I thought I was going crazy or something.” “Well I can tell you one thing for sure, and you’re going to have to go with me on this, okay? You’re not crazy,” Sam says firmly.

Impala
Sam is driving when his phone rings. “Dude, stiffs are calling people all over town,” Dean says. “I just talked to an eighty-four year old grandmother who’s having phone sex with her husband who died in Korea.” “So what the hell is going on here, Dean?” Sam asks. “Beats me, but we better figure it out soon, this place is turning into Spook Central,” Dean replies, heading for the Impala. “Yeah, I’ll call you later,” says Sam, and they hang up. Immediately, Dean’s phone rings. “Yeah, what?” he says, after picking it up. “Sam?” “Dean,” says a very different voice. “Dean, is that you?” “Dad?” Dean says.

Motel
“I mean, Dad?” Sam is saying. “You really think it was Dad?” “Yeah maybe,” Dean replies, pacing. “Well what’d he sound like?” Sam asks. “Like Oprah,” Dean says. “Dad, he sounded like Dad, what do you think?” “What’d he say?” Sam asks. “My name,” Dean replies. “That’s it?” “Yeah, call dropped out,” Dean answers. “Why would he even call in the first place, Dean?” Sam asks. “Why are people hearing from ghosts anywhere in this town? Other people are hearing from their loved ones, why can’t we? It’s at least a possibility, right?” “Yeah I guess,” says Sam, unsure. “Okay, so what… what if it really is Dad?” Dean asks, sitting down across from Sam. “What if he calls back?” “What do you mean?” Sam asks. “What do I say?” Dean asks. “Hello?” Sam suggests. “Hello?” Dean says incredulously. “Hello? That’s what you come back with, ‘hello’?” He grabs his jacket, and starts to leave. “Hello,” he says again, staring at Sam, and then leaves the room.

“Find anything?” Dean asks, coming back in. “After three hours, I have found no reason why anything supernatural should be going on here,” Sam says, looking frustrated. Dean bugs him about how he should be smarter since he went to college, and then tells him he’s looking in the wrong places, and the right place is the motel pamphlet rack. “Milan, Ohio,” Dean says. “Birthplace of Thomas Edison.” “So what?” Sam asks. “Keep reading,” Dean tells him. Sam looks further through the pamphlet, then up at Dean. “You’re kidding.”

Museum
“And we’re walking,” says the tourguide, leading a bunch of people that includes the boys into another room. “And here we have one of the museum’s most treasured possessions, Thomas Edison’s ‘spirit phone’. Did you know that as well as being one of America’s most beloved inventors was also a devout occultist?” She goes on to say that Edison was convinced the phone could communicate with the dead. As everyone else leaves, Sam pulls out their EMF meter and runs it over the phone, but gets nothing. “What do you think?” Dean asks. “Honestly? It kinda looks like an old pile of junk to me,” Sam says. “It’s not even plugged in,” Dean says. “Maybe they don’t work like that,” Sam suggests. “Okay. Maybe it’s like a radio tower, broadcasting the dead all over town,” Dean guesses. “Well the number on the caller ID was a hundred years old right, right around the time this thing was built.” “Yeah but why would it start working now?” Sam asks. “I dunno. But as long as the mouldy are calling the freshes around here, that’s the best reason we got,” Dean says. “Yeah, maybe,” Sam says. “So maye it really is Dad,” Dean says.

Motel, night
Sam is in bed, but Dean is sitting up at the table with his phone. It rings, and he picks it up instantly. “Dad?” he says. “Dean,” Dad’s voice says. “Is it really you?” Dean asks. “It’s me,” John says. “How can I be sure?” Dean asks. “You can’t,” John replies. “Dean. How could you do it?” “Do what?” “Sell your soul.” “I was looking after Sammy like you told me to,” Dean answers. “ I never wanted this,” John interrupts. “You’re my boy. I love you. I can’t watch you go to hell, Dean.” “I’m sorry. I don’t know how to stop it,” Dean says. “Cause if you break the deal, Sam dies, right? Well I know a way out. For both of you,” John says. “How?” Dean asks. “The demon that holds your contract. He’s here,” John goes on. “Now.”

The daughter from earlier is on her computer, instant messaging her friends, when suddenly a message from the same phone number, SHA33 comes up on her screen, saying “Lanie, are you there?” She types back, “Mom?” “I asked you a question last night. Have you thought about it?” her mother sends back. “I don’t know what you want,” she types. “Of course you do. I want to see you,” her mother writes. “I went to see you, at the cemetery,” Lanie types. “That’s not what I mean,” her mother sends. “But I’m scared,” Lanie writes. “Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you,” her mother says, and suddenly her screen goes black. She can see herself reflected in it, and right behind her is her mother. She puts her hand on Lanie’s shoulder, and the girl jumps up. Suddenly her computer comes back on. “Come to me,” is written on it, over and over again.

Motel
“What’s up?” Dean asks. He’s on the laptop as Sam walks in. “That girl Lanie? Her mom’s ghost spooked her pretty bad last night,” Sam tells him. “That sucks,” Dean says, not really paying attention. “Yeah it does. What’re you doing?” Sam asks. “I think Dad’s right. I think the demon is here,” Dean says, standing up. He gives Sam a piece of paper. “Weather reports?” Sam asks. “Omens, demonic omens, electrical storms wherever we’ve been for the past two weeks,” Dean tells him. “I don’t remember any lightning storms,” Sam says. “Well I don’t remember you studying meteorology as a kid, either,” Dean snaps. “Now I’m telling you, that bastard’s been tailing me, wearing some poor dude’s meat.” “And it’s following you because…?” Sam asks. “I guess I’m big game. My ass is too sweet to let out of sight,” Dean says with a grin. “Okay sure,” Sam says, clearly not believing him. “Well don’t get too excited Sammy. Might pull something,” Dean says angrily. “Dean, look man, I want to believe this, I really do,” Sam begins. “Then believe it!” Dean interrupts. “If we get this sucker, it’s miller time.” “That’s another thing, Dad rattles off an exorcism that can kill a demon – not just send it back to hell, kill it?” Sam says incredulously. “I checked it out. This is heavy-duty dark ages. 15th century,” Dean says, showing him. “Yeah I checked on it too, Dean. So did Bobby,” Sam replies. “It definitely is an exorcism, there’s just no evidence that it can kill a demon.” “No evidence it can’t,” says Dean. “Look as far as I know, the only one of us who’s been to hell, is Dad. Think maybe he picked up a couple of tricks down there, like which exorcisms work?” “Maybe it does,” says Sam, “But we just gotta be sure.” “Why aren’t we sure?” Dean asks irritably. “Because I don’t know what’s going on around here, Dean!” Sam says. “I mean a guy blows his brains out, a little girl is scared out of her wits…” “Wow, a couple of civvies are freaked out by some ghosts! Newsflash, Sam, people are supposed to be freaked out by ghosts!” Dean yells. Sam sighs. “Dad tell you where to find the demon?” “I’m waiting on the call!” Dean says irritably, waving his phone. “I told Lanie I’d stop by,” Sam says, turning away. Dean gets mad, and says that Sam’s unbelievable. “We’ve been trying for months to break this demon deal and now Dad’s about to give us the friggin address and you can’t accept it?” he yells. “The man’s dead and you’re still butting heads with the guy!” “That is not what this is about!” Sam says. “Then what is it?” Dean asks. “The fact is, we’ve got no hard proof here, Dean! After everything, you’re still just going on blind faith!” Sam yells back. “Yeah, well maybe that’s all I got, okay?” Dean argues back. “Please, just don’t go anywhere until I get back, okay Dean? Please,” Sam says. Dean doesn’t answer, and Sam leaves looking annoyed.

Lanie’s house
“Have you told your father about any of this?” Sam asks. “And bother him at work? No,” Lanie replies. “He wouldn’t believe me anyway, he’d just chuck me into therapy.” She tells Sam that her mother told her she wanted to see her, so she went to the cemetery, and nothing happened. “So then she started telling me to do other things.” “What things?” Sam asks. “Bad things,” Lanie replies.

Meanwhile, her little brother is playing when his toy phone rings. He picks it up. “Hey Mommy,” he says. “I wanna see you. Where are you?”

Motel
Dean is sitting at the table when his phone rings. “Dad?” he says. “Dean,” John says. “Where’s the demon?” Dean asks.

Lanie’s house
“Lanie please, tell me what happened. It’s very important,” Sam says. “Mom told me to go to Dad’s medicine cabinet. And take Dad’s sleeping pills. Take all of his sleeping pills!” she says, crying. “She wanted you to kill yourself?” Sam asks. She nods. “Why would my mom want me to do that?” “I don’t know,” Sam says. “I mean, just so I could come to her?” Lanie goes on. “What did you say?” Sam says, stopping. “She wanted me to come to her,” Lanie says. “No no no, like how did she say it?” “Come to me. Like a million times!” she says. “Lanie, that’s not your mother,” Sam says.

Dean pulls up to a house and opens the trunk of the Impala, grabbing his bag.

“Listen to me, don’t answer the phone, don’t use the computer, don’t do anything unless I say to, alright?” Sam orders. “Lanie!” he says, seeing her not paying attention. “Where’s Simon?” she asks, looking into her little brother’s room.

Dean goes into the house, and hears a creak on the stairs. “Hello?” he calls, but no one answers.

Meanwhile, Simon is walking across the a busy street, not even looking where he’s going.

Dean sprays a symbol with red paint on the floor.

Simon walks right out in front of a truck, and Sam saves him at the last minute.

“Dean, it’s not Dad!” Sam says into his phone as he’s driving. “What is it?” Dean asks. “A Crocotta,” Sam replies. “Is that a sandwich?” Dean asks. “Some kind of scavenger, mimicks loved ones, whispers ‘come to me’ and lures you into the darkness and swallows your soul,” Sam says quickly. “A Crocotta, yeah, that makes sense,” Dean says. “Look Dean I’m sorry, I know…” Sam begins, but Dean cuts him off. “Hey don’t these things live in filth? The flies, at the phone company.”

Phone company
Sam walks in, and sees Stewie at his computer. He follows him out to his car, and calls Dean to tell him where he is. Then, he shoves Stewie up against his car, holding a knife to his throat. “I know what you are,” he says. “And I know how to kill you.” Stewie pleads with him and tells him he can help him with phone stuff, and Sam hesitates. A second later, he is struck on the head by the man who brought them to Stewie in the first place. “Yeah, that’s what happens when you mess with the phone company, dillweed!” Stewie says, grinning. “Thank you, Clark.” Then Clark attacks him, too.

Both Sam and Stewie are tied up, and Clark is walking around with a knife. Stewie is pleading with Clark not to kill him. “There’s a good man inside of you, I know,” he says. “What is inside me?” Clark says, looking at Sam. “Am I a good man?” “Just let him go,” Sam says. “I would, I really would, if only I’d had more than a salad for lunch,” Clark says. “I’m starving.’” He stabs Stewie in the heart, then opens his mouth wide. He has long, sharp teeth, and he sucks out Stewie’s soul through his mouth. “That last call with Dean,” says Sam. “You lured me here.” “Some calls I make, some calls I take… but you have to admit, I had you fooled for a while,” says Clark, smiling. “All that Edison phone crap. Oh well.” He goes over to the generator and puts his hands on it. “What are you doing?” Sam asks. “I’m killing your brother,” Clark says. “Or maybe I’m killing another guy. We’ll just havve to see how it goes.”

A man is getting ready to go home when his phone rings. He picks it up. “Hello?” “Hi Daddy,” says a little girl’s voice. “Hey baby,” he says. “I thought you said you weren’t gonna call anymore?” “I know, Daddy,” she says. “You know how sad this makes Daddy. How sad I was at your funeral,” he goes on. “I had to call,” she says. “I know who killed me, Daddy.” “What?” he says. “The man who killed me? He’s at the house right now,” she says. “He’s at the house, Daddy. He wants to kill you, too!”

“You know, mimicking Dean’s one thing. But my Dad… that’s a hell of a trick,” Sam is saying to the Crocotta. “Once I made you two as hunters, it was easy. Found Dean’s number. Then your number. Then your father’s numbers, and emails, voice mails. Everything. You see people think that stuff just gets erased… but it doesn’t.” Sam is meanwhile cutting himself free with a knife, behind his back. “You’d be surprised how much of yourself is just floating out there, waiting to be plucked,” the monster goes on. “Dean’s not gonna fall for this. He’s not gonna kill that guy,” says Sam. “Then the guy kills him,” the Crocotta says easily.

Dean sees someone pull up to the house, and he gets ready with a bottle of holy water. He hears footsteps coming, and then suddenly the father comes in with a shotgun. Dean gets out of the way, but he loses the holy water, and has to attack the man himself. The two of them fight until Dean manages to get the man on the floor and he gets the upper hand.

“Technology, makes life so much easier,” the Crocotta is saying to Sam. “It used to be I’d hide in the woods for days, weeks, whispering to people, trying to draw them out into the night. But they had community. They look out after each other. I’d be lucky to eat one, two souls a year. But now when I’m hungry, I simply make a phone call. You’re all so connected… but you’ve never been so alone.” He opens his mouth to show his sharp teeth again, and goes for Sam, but Sam unties himself and attacks the monster.

Meanwhile Dean is still fighting with the man. He gets his gun, and unloads it. He gets him into the red symbol he made earlier. “What is this?” the man asks. “Your funeral,” Dean says, beginning the exorcism. “Did you do this to my daughter, too?” the man says, stepping out of the circle. Dean stares at him in shock. “How did you get out?” “You do this to her too?” the man yells. “Wait, this is a mistake,” Dean begins. “You killed her,” the man says, and attacks Dean again.

Sam continues to fight with the Crocotta, and is trying to get him on a spike on the wall. Finally he manages to stab it through the back of his head, killing him.

The man is still attacking Dean. “She was nine years old!” he hollers. “I didn’t – you’ve gotta believe me!” Dean says, managing to get the guy off of him. “Why did you kill her?” the man asks. “I’m sorry. I didn’t kill your daughter,” Dean says. “Then what are you doing here?” the father asks. “I don’t know,” Dean says sadly.

Motel
Dean is cleaning himself up in the bathroom when Sam comes in. “I see they improved your face,” Dean says. “Right back atcha,” Sam says. “So a Crocotta, huh,” Dean says. “That would explain the flies.” “Yeah it would,” Sam says as the boys sit down on their beds. “Hey, um, I’m sorry it wasn’t Dad,” Sam says. “No, I gave you a hell of a time on this one,” Dean replies. “Ahhh, no,” Sam says. “You were right,” Dean says. “Forget about it,” Sam says. “I can’t,” Dean answers. “I wanted to believe so badly there was a way out of this. I mean, I’m staring down the barrel of this thing. You know, hell. For real, forever. And I’m just… I’m scared, Sam. I’m really scared.” “I know,” Sam says. “I guess I was ready to believe anything. The last act of a desperate man…” Dean goes on. “There’s nothing wrong with having hope, Dean,” Sam says gently. “Hope doesn’t get you jack squat,” Dean says. “I can’t expect Dad to show up with some miracle at the last minute. I can’t expect anyone to, you know. The only person who can get me out of this thing is me.” “And me,” Sam says. “And me?” Dean says, looking at him. “What?” Sam asks. “Deep revelation, I’m having a real moment here and that’s what you come back with? And me?” “Do you want a poem?” Sam says. “Moment’s gone,” Dean says. He turns on the TV. “Unbelievable.” The boys both open up a beer and take a drink at the same time.

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