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INVENT04 23' INVENTOR'S DAUGHTER episode: CIA undercover

INT MORNING WIDE: ARMY BASE MEETING ROOM

(15 men in Army fatigues sit attentively as Abernathy stands at
the podium holding an infantry helmet)

                           ABERNATHY

Gentlemen, your platoon has been selected to be the first to
field test this. Now, I know what you're thinking. You're
thinking this looks like a million other infantry helmets. But
this one is unique. It's the Army's answer to stealth aircraft.
I call the men who wear these helmet STEALTH SOLDIERS. This
helmet has a built in two way voice communication, a satellite
tracker, so we know where you are, even if you're out of radio
range. It has night vision capability without the bulky

(points to front of helmet)

scope mounted on the outside.

And now, here are the features which are still classified top
secret: This same built-in scope that allows you to see in the
dark will also allow you to see THROUGH walls and doors.

(audience mumbles)

This helmet can allow you to literally disappear and reappear.

(audience mumbles)

It can shrink your body to one inch tall and restore you to
normal size to get you access UNDER locked doors.

(audience mumbles)

It allows you to push and pull things that are way out of your
reach.

(audience mumbles)

And...

(pulls out a pair of combat boots)

if you're also wearing this special pair of combat boots -- that
I call helicopter boots -- this helmet will lift you off the
ground and up to one thousand feet into the air while wearing a
full backpack.

(audience mumbles)

And finally, this helmet will allow you to transport your body
from one location to another INSTANTLY.

(audience mumbles)

Gentlemen, I'm not talking about science fiction here. I have
seen the prototype of this helmet used by an unarmed person to
defeat enemy agents equipped with automatic weapons and bombs.

(audience mumbles)

This helmet system WORKS! And this system will save lives. Now,
I know you'll have some questions about this and how it works. I
should be able to answer most of them. But any technical
questions can be addressed to the inventor of this helmet,

(points)

Dr Howard Tuttle.

(Dad smiles)

Questions?

EXT MORNING WIDE: ARMY BASE RESEARCH BUILDING

(Dad exits front door of building, heads for the Humvee, as he
approaches, Sarg opens the back door)

                             AGENT

(enters frame)

Dr Tuttle?

                              DAD

(turns)

Yes?

                             AGENT

(opens wallet, shows ID card and badge)

My name is John Smith. I'm a special agent for the CIA.

                              DAD

(smiles)

John Smith? That sounds appropriate for the CIA.

                             AGENT

(gestures away from the soldier, steps away)

Please.

                              DAD

(approaches)

What's on your mind?

                             AGENT

I was talking to a contact of mine from Army Intelligence. He
tells me, that YOU are the inventor of that

(points)

STEALTH SOLDIER helmet system that's going into field testing.

                              DAD

That system is classified TOP SECRET.

                             AGENT

(pulls out a folded letter, offers it)

I have a TOP SECRET clearance and this should tell you what you
want to know.

                              DAD

(reads)

From the President of the United States?!

(reads, points)

What's this URGENT SITUATION he's talking about?

                             AGENT

The NSA has intercepted some cell phone conversations alluding
to a plot to kidnap the daughter of a high level foreign
politician in order to force him NOT to sign a peace treaty with
us.

                              DAD

I... guess I don't see how this involves me.

                             AGENT

My contact at Army Intelligence tells me that you originally
invented all of the functions of the helmet system as individual
devices. I was hoping that we could buy those devices from you
to give to the daughter to help her escape if she gets
kidnapped.

                              DAD

(shrugs, backs away)

Sorry, I don't own those devices anymore. I sold them to the
Army -- devices, drawings, specifications, lab notes, everything
-- when I sold them the helmet system.

(points to building)

Maybe you should ask them.

(turns)

                             AGENT

Oh, okay. Thanks for your time.

(turns)

                              DAD

(turns)

Wait.

                             AGENT

(turns)

Huh?

                              DAD

Did you say you wanted the devices for a girl?

                             AGENT

Yes.

                              DAD

I'm not sure those devices would do the job for her.

                             AGENT

What do you mean?

                              DAD

Well, the reason we combined all those functions into one helmet
was because they all had push-buttons or switches. That means
the girl could hold only two of the devices at one time and if
she was wearing a dress without pockets when she was kidnapped,
she would only be able to carry two of them.

                             AGENT

Oh. I see. Well...

(shrugs)

                              DAD

What you need is the kind of thing I'm working on for my
daughter.

                             AGENT

What kind of thing?

                              DAD

Well, I was kidnapped by enemy agents and so was

(points)

Colonel Abernathy. I have this fear that my daughter might be
vulnerable. So, I miniaturized the elements in the helmet system
and created a system that she can wear to school.

                             AGENT

You're kidding! Is it done?

                              DAD

Well, not quite. I'm still integrating the helicopter shoes.

                             AGENT

(approaches)

But you HAVE the full functions of the first five of your
inventions in the miniature system?!

                              DAD

Well, yes, but they're custom fit to my daughter's body.

                             AGENT

How old is your daughter?!

                              DAD

She's twelve.

                             AGENT

So is the prime minister's daughter! Name your price.

                              DAD

Excuse me?

                             AGENT

Whatever the Army paid you for the helmet system, WE will pay
you for your daughter's system!

(pulls out cell phone, pokes key)

I can have the money transferred to your account TODAY!

                              DAD

Not so fast.

                             AGENT

What's the problem?

                              DAD

My daughter almost killed herself when she first learned to use
the devices. What you think you're buying to SAVE the prime
minister's daughter could end up killing her.

                             AGENT

Are you saying YOUR daughter already knows how to use the
devices?

                              DAD

Yes. She's tested every one of the devices I sold to the army.

                             AGENT

ALL of them?

                              DAD

Yes.

                             AGENT

(tilts head)

Wait a minute. When I first caught wind of this helmet system, I
heard about a female soldier who rescued TWO kidnap victims and
captured the foreign agents... all without firing a shot. Do you
know about that?

                              DAD

(nods)

I was one of the victims.

                             AGENT

And the female soldier?

                              DAD

I've been asked not to talk about it.

                             AGENT

That's it! It wasn't a female soldier at all, was it? It was
YOUR DAUGHTER.

                              DAD

I'm sorry. I can't talk about it.

                             AGENT

You don't have to talk about it. You just confirmed it.

(paces)

Listen, Dr Tuttle, this peace treaty between our two countries
is crucial to the future of both countries.

(stops)

How's this? Your daughter can keep her new miniaturized personal
safety system. The CIA will hire your daughter.

                              DAD

Excuse me?

                             AGENT

The CIA will hire your daughter to go under cover posing as the
prime minister's daughter until AFTER the peace treaty is
signed. We'll pay her whatever you think is fair.

                              DAD

Oh, I... I don't know. I'm not even sure she'd go for it.

INT AFTERNOON TWO-SHOT: MICHAELA'S KITCHEN

                           MICHAELA

(wearing school clothes, closing door and removing backpack)

Sure I will! It sounds like fun!

                              DAD

I was hoping you wouldn't say that. The more I hear about this,
the less I like it.

                           MICHAELA

Come on, Daddy, we work well together! We're good at this stuff!
Besides, our national security depends on us.

                              DAD

(pauses)

Alright.

(camera zooms out to show AGENT)

                             AGENT

(pockets cell phone)

Good. We have a jet on the runway at the airport waiting for us.

                              DAD

Now?! Right this minute?!

                             AGENT

The prime minister is scheduled to sign the peace treaty at a
gala tonight. If we leave now...

                              DAD

But the new system still has some bugs in it!

                             AGENT

(moving toward door)

Bring your tool kit. You can fix it on the plane.

                              DAD

But....

INT NIGHT WIDE: C-17 CARGO BAY IN FLIGHT

(Dad holds a tiny circuit board under a light/magnifier and
solders it during the scene, while Agent text-messages
constantly)

                             AGENT

Alright, here's the tentative plan, assuming that we have no
delays with ground transportation: The three of us will arrive
at the Prime Minister's residence in the limo. The Prime
Minister and his family will get into the car with us. But when
he steps out of the limo at the gala, his daughter will stay
behind and Michaela will exit the limo at the gala wearing a wig
and the identical dress and shoes.

                              DAD

What if Michaela encounters someone who knows what the daughter
looks like?

                             AGENT

The Prime Minister is very protective of his daughter. Only a
handful of photos have been taken of her in public. But we think
we have notified all the close friends and relatives who know
Rebecca personally. But for the few people who might be able to
blow your cover, Rebecca will remain with us in the limo wearing
a comm headset. She can help you answer embarrassing questions.

                              DAD

The more I know about this mission, the less I like it. If the
kidnappers hear a slip of the tongue from one of Rebecca's
relatives, Michaela could end up....

                             AGENT

You have nothing to worry about. We have CIA agents and agents
from their defense ministry, -- male and female -- wearing ball
gowns and tuxedos strategically stations throughout the
ballroom.

                           MICHAELA

(enters frame from restroom wearing a black sleeveless
tight-fitting body suit with short pants)

The new body suit fits good, Daddy.

(admires the suit, twirls)

You can't see the batteries or the electronics at all.

                              DAD

(points)

Try on the shoes.

                           MICHAELA

Okay.

(sits, slips into the shiny black party shoes)

                             AGENT

Wait a minute. We already have a pair of shoes waiting for us on
the other end.

                              DAD

She needs the helicopter shoes.

                             AGENT

But they may not match the dress.

                              DAD

It's my daughter's life on the line. I'm not bending on this.
Either she wears the helicopter shoes or we scrub the mission.

                             AGENT

They're black and shiny. I suppose noone will know the
difference.

                              DAD

Good.

(to Michaela, points)

You need to put on the head band and put in the contact lens.

                           MICHAELA

Okay.

(puts on head band, opens case, removes lens, bends over and
inserts lens in left eye)

                             AGENT

What's all that for?

                              DAD

The left eye lens allows Michaela to see in the dark and see
through walls. And it will allow me to see on my computer what
Michaela is looking at in real time. She also uses the left eye
lens to aim the PUSH-PULL feature and the MOVE-ME features.

                             AGENT

Oh. What about the head band?

                              DAD

It's the audio-video interface and the data link antenna.

                             AGENT

(reads phone screen, points)

Okay, everything is ready on the other end. We're ready.

                              DAD

I have been on enough of these missions to know that we are
NEVER ready.

EXT NIGHT WIDE: PRIME MINISTER'S MANSION

(Limo pulls up to the curb and stops, Agent, dressed as a limo
driver, exits the limo, carefully examines the streets and
nearby buildings, then nods toward the mansion door. The Prime
Minister, his wife and daughter exit the mansion wearing formal
party clothes, enter the limo, Agent closes the door, enters
driver's seat, closes door, limo exits frame)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: GALA BALLROOM

(Limo pulls up to the curb and stops, Agent exits car, looks in
all directions as he rounds the limo, opens door, helps Prime
Minister's wife out, Prime Minister climbs out followed by
Michaela undercover, Agent nods at agents at the door, reenters
limo, closes door, limo exit frame as family approaches entry
door)

                           MICHAELA

(softly)

SYSTEM POWER ON.

                            MOTHER

(voiceover)

Systems check... All systems GO.

                           MICHAELA

(softly)

Audio and video okay, Daddy?

                              DAD

Perfect, if I do say so myself. Do your thing.

INT NIGHT WIDE: GALA BALLROOM

(POV: left eye lens: Michaela follows Rebecca's parents as they
shake hands and hug two successive couples. The next hug and
kiss is with a little old lady, she turns toward camera and
smiles broadly and approaches)

                             AUNTY

Rebecca, darling! How you've changed since I last saw you!

                           MICHAELA

(softly)

I have no idea who this is. Help me.

                              DAD

(voiceover)

Rebecca, do you know this lady?

                            REBECCA

(voiceover)

Hello, Aunty Emma!

                           MICHAELA

Hello, Aunty Emma!

                            REBECCA

How nice to see you again!

                           MICHAELA

(hugs Aunty Emma)

How nice to see you again!

                            REBECCA

I haven't seen you since we stayed at your chalet.

                           MICHAELA

I haven't seen you since we stayed at your chalet.

                            REBECCA

That was the most fun I ever had on a vacation.

                           MICHAELA

That was the most fun I ever had on a vacation.

                             AUNTY

I'm so pleased you enjoyed yourself. I'll try to talk your mom
into doing it again real soon. We bought a new horse, you know.

                            REBECCA

I look forward to it, Aunty Emma.

(Aunty, a social butterfly, catches the eye of a nearby adult
and exits frame with arms extended)

                           MICHAELA

I look forward....

(softly)

I thought that went well!

                            REBECCA

We've got a problem.

                         MICHAELA & DAD

What do you mean?

                            REBECCA

If Aunty Emma is here, it means she probably brought my cousin
Leah with her.

                              DAD

Michaela, can you scan the room slowly?

(POV: left eye lens: pans the crowd until a teenage girl comes
into view)

                            REBECCA

There. There she is.

                           MICHAELA

You want me to hug her too?

                            REBECCA

Just the opposite. You need to stay away from her. Aunt Emma
needs glasses, but Leah has eyes like an eagle. You'll never
fool her.

                           MICHAELA

Understood.

(POV: left eye lens: pans quickly to the opposite side of the
room, moves toward the wall where a waiter stands, hides behind
him, peaking out occasionally.

(sound cue: loud thud)

(dark)

                              DAD

What was that?

                           MICHAELA

(softly)

I don't know. Some kind of explosion.

NIGHT VISION

(POV: left eye lens: pans the crowd in shades of green)

                              DAD

Be careful, Michaela. That explosion may have been a setup for
the kidnapping.

(POV: left eye lens: in shades of green, a blanket descends over
Michaela from above)

                           MICHAELA

(moans intermittently for the remainder of the scene)

INT NIGHT WIDE: LIMO

                              DAD

Michaela? Michaela?

                            REBECCA

What happened?

                              DAD

Michaela?

(pauses)

I think the kidnapping is underway.

                            REBECCA

Oh, dear! I thought my parents were just being overly cautious!
That could have been me! Will she be alright?

                              DAD

Michaela, honey, the tracker is on and functioning normally. Do
not resist the kidnappers. Their goal is merely to disrupt
relations with the United States. One of our units will always
be within 30 seconds from you. So stay calm. Raise the tone of
your voice if everything is okay.

                           MICHAELA

(moans in high pitch)

                              DAD

Okay, according to your tracker, the kidnappers have taken you
out of the building as we anticipated.

(shouts)

Agent Smith, let's go! Let's go! Take a left at the next
intersection. Go, go, go!

(reads map on laptop computer screen)

The car they're in is going to cross this intersection... now.

(POV: front windshield: a light green van crosses the
intersection ahead)

(points)

There it is! It's the light green van. Follow him, but keep your
distance. We don't want him to know we're following him.

(POV: front windshield: the light green van turns left and right
and left and right. Finally, after the last right turn...)

Stop the car! Stop the car!

                             AGENT

(stops)

Why? The van will get away!

                              DAD

Michaela's tracker is no longer moving.

                             AGENT

Where is it?

                              DAD

It's off to our right.

                            REBECCA

I saw this in a movie once. The perp gets out and the car keeps
going so the tail follows the car instead of the perp.

                             AGENT

You've been watching too much television. There's nothing on our
right except an empty office building.

(looks up out the windshield)

It's a sky scraper. On the other hand, if she's in there, they
could be hiding her on any one of fifty floors.

                              DAD

Yes. Yes, of course.

(taps keys, reads screen)

Let's get an altimeter reading from the tracker. Yes, here she
is. And she's not standing still as I thought. She's standing in
an elevator and the elevator is going up.

(taps keys, reads screen)

                             AGENT

(exits limo)

I'll take another elevator, call me and let me know what floor
they got off on.

                              DAD

No, wait!

                             AGENT

Why? What's wrong?

                              DAD

By the time you get there, she'll be gone.

                             AGENT

How could you possibly know that?!

                              DAD

This database you gave me from the locals, it says this building
has a heliport on top.

                            REBECCA

What's a heliport?

(looks up through limo's skylight)

                              DAD

It's a place where helicopters land.

                             AGENT

You're just guessing.

                            REBECCA

(points up)

There's a helicopter landing on the roof of the building.

                             AGENT

(looks up)

Well, I'll be! So there is!

(reenters limo, closes door)

But now we're out of contact with her!

(reaches for cell phone)

Stand by. There's a call coming in.

(cell phone to ear)

Go for Smith.

Patch it through.

(to Dad)

The ransom demand is coming through. I'll put it on speaker.

(pokes buttons)

                            ENEMY4

(voiceover, Russian accent)

Mr Prime Minister, we have your daughter. If you want to see her
alive again, you will call a news conference immediately and
tear up the peace treaty in front of television cameras in time
for the eleven o'clock news.

                            REBECCA

They wouldn't kill Michaela, would they?

                             AGENT

In a New York minute.

                            REBECCA

Oh, dear. We have to do something!

                             AGENT

Things are going exactly according to plan.

                            REBECCA

You mean you WANTED them to get away?!

                              DAD

Well, it sounded like a good idea, until we had to put it into
action with untested components. I'm not even sure my bug fixes
actually worked.

                            REBECCA

(points up)

The helicopter is taking off!

                             AGENT

We anticipated this. The plan was to allow the kidnappers to
take her to her final destination, then arrest all the foreign
agents in one fell swoop, including their boss. We have a SWAT
team ready at the airport.

(cell phone to ear, looks up)

The kidnappers escaped by helicopter, headed due north. Launch
the C-17.

What do you mean you can't launch?!

It was working just fine when we flew in here!

(pockets cell phone)

Landing gear problems. Michaela is on her own.

                            REBECCA

She'll be alright, won't she, Dr Tuttle?

                              DAD

(looks at watch)

She has one hour and... seven minutes to escape or... or....

(sighs)

I don't know why I let her talk me into this!

EXT NIGHT WIDE: REMOTE MOUNTAIN CHALET

(helicopter lands, three enemy agents exit, one of them carrying
Michaela over his shoulder, wrapped in a blanket, they run to
the chalet, the helicopter takes off)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET BASEMENT STOREROOM

(POV: left eye lens: the blanket is removed from Michaela's head
and the door closes behind her, she looks around the empty
storeroom, the walls are concrete blocks and bare studs with
dry-wall on the outside face)

                           MICHAELA

Do you read me, Daddy?

                              DAD

(voiceover)

Michaela! Are you alright?!

                           MICHAELA

I'm fine. Do you know where I am?

(stands, examines walls, door, ceiling, space under door)

                              DAD

According to your tracker, you're about 180 miles north of the
city. From the video you're sending from your left eye lens, the
block wall tells me they have you locked in an empty basement
room.

                           MICHAELA

(lying face down, she looks under the door)

Then, you can see there's no windows in the room and there's not
enough space under the door for me to use the shrinker. I'll
have to find another way out. Is the SWAT team on the way?

(stands, touches and pushes every wall, and the door)

                              DAD

Sorry, sweetie, the C-17 has mechanical problems. And they're
having trouble finding a replacement aircraft that can drop 12
parachutists. We have some land vehicles on the way, but...

                           MICHAELA

But what?

                              DAD

The kidnappers gave us a deadline of eleven o'clock.

                           MICHAELA

What time is it now?

                              DAD

You have about nine minutes to get yourself to safety before...
before....

                           MICHAELA

(tugs on the electrical wiring between two studs near the door
leading to the backside of wall switch box)

Piece of cake, Daddy! You and me, we're a team. We always get
our man!

                              DAD

Michaela, tonight is not the night to get our man. You get
yourself to safety and wait for the provincial police to get
there. Understood?!

Michaela Rose! Are you listening to me?!

                           MICHAELA

I think I found a way out of here.

                              DAD

Michaela Rose, if you get yourself killed, I will never speak to
you again.

                           MICHAELA

(places hands on the studs on either side of the light switch
box)

(POV: left eye lens: places the cross hairs on the box)

PULL THAT NINE.

(special affect: the switch box tears itself out of the drywall
and bends the wiring at right angles to the wall, the switch
plate snaps off the switch and falls noisily to the floor)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET UPSTAIRS

                            ENEMY1

(Russian accents)

What was that?

                            ENEMY2

I didn't hear anything.

                            ENEMY1

Go down and check it out.

                            ENEMY2

Okay, boss.

(draws pistol, exits frame)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET BASEMENT STOREROOM

(POV: other side of the wall, Michaela peers through the hole
left by the switch box)

(POV: left eye lens: places cross hairs on the floor on the
other side of the wall)

MOVE-ME THERE.

(special affect: Michaela disappears from the room)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET LAUNDRY ROOM

(special affect: Michaela appears)

(sound cue: footfalls on stairway)

                           MICHAELA

(POV: left eye lens: places cross hairs on dryer door)

PUSH THAT 10.

(special affect: as Agent2 passes the stacked washer-dryer, the
dryer door flies open, smacks him in the face noisily, he falls
flat on his back to the floor, dropping his pistol)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET UPSTAIRS

                            ENEMY1

What is going on down there?!

(motions)

Go down there and see what's going on!

                            ENEMY3

Okay, boss.

(draws pistol, exits frame)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET BASEMENT STAIRWAY

(Enemy3 opens the door to the stairway and enters as Michaela
rounds the corner, he points his pistol and descends the stairs
slowly)

                            ENEMY3

Well, if it isn't our little hostage! How did you get out, young
lady?

                           MICHAELA

(raises hands)

(POV: left eye lens: places cross hairs on Enemy3's left foot)

PUSH THAT 5.

                            ENEMY3

What are you saying?

(when it's time to step down with his left foot, it acts as if
it's glued to the stair, he loses his balance, somersaults down
the stairs, ends up out cold on the floor, Michaela sidesteps,
then continues up the stairs)

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET UPSTAIRS

                            ENEMY1

What is going on down there?!

(stands, pulls pistol, stomps toward stairway)

How much trouble could one little girl be?!

INT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET STAIRWAY

(the stairway door still open, Enemy3 steps into the doorway
prepared to shoot, while Michaela is only half way up the
stairs)

                            ENEMY1

Oh, it's you. How did you get out?

(sees Agent3 lying at the bottom of the stairs)

What did you do to my men?

                           MICHAELA

(raises hands)

(POV: left eye lens: places cross hairs on the partially open
door behind Enemy1)

PULL THAT 10.

(special affect: The door slams shut, slamming Enemy3 in the
back, he somersaults to the bottom of the stairs out cold)

MOVE-ME UP 2.

(special affect: Michaela lifts off the ground and floats over
the falling body, over the stairs and out the door)

(sound cue: helicopter approaching)

The SWAT team is here!

EXT NIGHT WIDE: CHALET GROUNDS

(Michaela exits the front door running toward the landing
helicopter. When she approaches, the side door slides open, and
Enemy4, dressed in suit and tie, points a pistol at her)

                            ENEMY4

(Russian Accent)

Where do you think you are going, young lady?

                           MICHAELA

You're not the SWAT team!

                            ENEMY4

(motions)

Get in!

                           MICHAELA

What are you going to do with me?

                            ENEMY4

Your father didn't tear up the treaty on television as
instructed, so I'm going to send you back to him.

                           MICHAELA

I don't like the way that sounds.

                            ENEMY4

You'll like it even less when I send you back to him from 5000
feet in the sky.

(motions)

Now, get in!

                           MICHAELA

(enters helicopter)

5000 feet doesn't sound so bad.

(Enemy4 slides door closed)

INT NIGHT WIDE: HELICOPTER OVER THE CITY

                            ENEMY4

Here we are. The Prime Minister's residence is down there.

(slides door open, motions with pistol)

Welcome home.

(motions toward door)

This is where you get out. NOW!

                           MICHAELA

Thanks for the ride.

(dives out the door)

(Enemy4 slides the door shut)

EXT NIGHT WIDE: AIRPORT

(a private jet waits near a hangar with the passenger door open
and the stairway down, as Enemy4's helicopter approaches and
lands nearby, the side door opens, Enemy4 exits, crosses to the
jet, when he reaches the stairway, Rebecca steps into the
doorway of the jet)

                            ENEMY4

Rebecca! You... I... You...

(points over shoulder)

I saw you... You're dead!

                        PRIME MINISTER

(steps into doorway behind Rebecca)

You are under arrest for treason, kidnapping, and attempted
murder.

                            ENEMY4

ATTEMPTED murder?!

(points over shoulder)

I saw her dive out the door from 5000 feet up. No way she lived
through that!

                           MICHAELA

That was me.

                            ENEMY4

(turns, gasps, double-takes in both directions)

You? You? I... You... I... Mama help me.

(sucks thumb as two policemen haul him out of frame)

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