In Plain Sight Episode Scripts

N/A - All's Well That Ends

Previously on "In Plain Sight" I spend my time either protecting you from the world or the world from you.
You are an incredible woman, Mary, you know? You're a great marshal and I'm sure you're a great mom.
Thanks.
What about Norah's father? Mark is a great dad, but he's not-- I mean, we're not.
- Who says I'm a rogue male? - Everything about you.
Well, I'm Kenny.
Sorry I can't make this a sleepover, only have the sitter till 11:00.
That's cool.
I don't really do the sleepover.
I get that you don't like messy, but maybe messy is what you need.
Oh, my God, Marshall.
- Would you--? - Yes! Thanks for falling on top of me instead of her.
How'd that go over? I told her it was just instinct.
You douche.
She gets it.
You're my partner.
Uh, I gotta take this.
It's Mary.
Don't apologize.
She needs you.
I get it.
Assistant A.
D.
Campbell, what a pleasant surprise.
Almanza's shutting down ABQ WITSEC.
- What? - You heard me.
Brandi, she's been drinking a lot.
Apparently, she went on a bender last week.
I'm leaving in the morning.
- What? - My baby needs me.
Daddy? I'm gonna put your suitcase right next to mine, Mary.
we don't see each other, now we're thick as thieves.
- You're under arrest--again.
- You're good.
Let's go.
No! Get a goddamn ambulance.
It's okay, daddy.
I'm here with you now, okay? Fantastic.
Yeah.
Ooh, I like Perfect.
Come on, girls, time to get ready.
Really, let's go.
Today.
Okay, you have four go-sees tomorrow.
Two uptown, one mid, and one downtown with John Simkass.
John Simkass is a creep.
John Simkass is a successful creep, so put in a little effort.
Wear something short, okay? - Okay.
- Casey, I'm serious.
- Yeah, I know.
- I don't think you-- Oh, my God, will you just stop it? - Casey-- - Can I just have five minutes? I need five minutes! Half a million identities, half a million lives, on something so small.
I have it, yes, but please, can't we do it after the shoot? Now, Anastasia.
Access codes are preprogrammed.
Amazing.
Your hacker friends have done very well.
Here's your money.
Check it.
What is this? Aah! I'm sure he'll be here any minute.
Mm-hmm.
Here's a couple of local cemeteries for you to consider for burial.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Again, I'm so sorry for your loss.
It's so quiet.
But that's good.
Quiet is good, right? Doesn't feel good.
Now I only have a few days to figure out what to do with him.
I mean, I didn't even know him.
Anyway, let's go.
I need to clear my head before Jinx gets here.
Oh, right, Jinx.
Good.
She can help you plan the funeral.
A funeral? For my father? He'd rather die.
Hey, stranger.
Hey, Kenny, hi.
You know, I've been thinking about you.
- Yeah, uh - Left a couple of-- Yeah, no, I got your messages.
I'm really sorry.
I meant to-- Oh, no, no.
It's no big deal.
No, I know.
I just, um-- some family stuff came up.
Do you want to sit down? Thought you'd never ask.
These heels are killing me.
I just don't get it.
They're adults, playing with a beanbag in the boiling sun.
I kinda love that you're angry about hacky sack.
- Aren't you? - Furious.
- Right.
- What is this, 1992, right? Mmm, I gotta go.
Oliver's badminton lesson.
- Can't start 'em too young.
- So true.
See ya.
- Hey, um, don't be a stranger.
- Don't be a douche bag.
Sweet talker.
One of the saddest things I ever saw was a shoebox of photos at a swap meet, 50 cents for the box.
Someone's entire life in tattered yellow pictures that you just know were moved from attic to basement to attic again, only to wind up on a crappy card table in Gallup.
I don't get it.
This compulsion we have to hold on to things.
Ticket stubs, betting slips.
It's weird, isn't it? Going through his stuff? It's like a sad little treasure hunt.
You're keeping his racing form? Yeah, being at the track with him, that's my earliest memory.
Picking busted tickets off the floor at Monmouth Park.
Your father lived for the track.
He lived at the track.
Might as well have been his home.
Mary? - Brandi? - Hey.
Hi.
Mom, why are you not surprised? Really? Unbelievable.
Two knocked-up unwed mothers, multiple rehabs, daddy issues all the over place.
This family is so Jerry Springer.
Please, at least tell me you know who the father is.
I cannot tell you that.
And you went awol from rehab.
- I didn't go awol.
- She did not go awol.
I did my days, and Jill said that she thought it was okay for me to go.
- Oh, Jill did.
- She's my sponsor, Mary.
And also Mom needs my help with the party-- - Brandi! - What party? What party? It's just a small gathering-- tiny.
Gathering for what? Why do we have to gather? For perspective, Mary.
For closure.
For your father and Scott, yes.
We'll just invite a few friends.
Dad didn't have friends here! - Dad didn't have friends! - Well, I do! Since I got sober, I've made a lot of 'em.
- Mom-- - Come on, Mary, come on! It's half-soiree, half-wake.
We're not having a wake, that's ridiculous, and we're not having it here.
That's a promise.
Come here, buddy.
Come on.
I know, but it's time.
- We're going to bed.
- Mary, listen.
We're all going to deal with this in our own way.
Instead of diving into a bottle, I'm going to surround myself with friends.
Don't kid yourself, kiddo.
We're all addicted to something, including you.
You are addicted to this identity, this little girl abandoned by her father.
But until you let that go, you will never let anyone in, not really.
Since 1970, the Federal Witness Protection Program has relocated thousands of witnesses-- some criminal, some not-- to neighborhoods all across the country.
Every one of those individuals shares a unique attribute, distinguishing them from the rest of the general population.
And that is Somebody wants them dead.
So it was just the two of you at the funeral home? Wow, intimate.
It's her father, Ab.
She's my partner-- Marshall, I need you to remove the phrase "she's my partner" from your arsenal.
- I know she's your partner.
- "My arsenal"? I don't want to be that girl, okay? Don't make me that girl, that insecure-- yes, she's your partner, and she is your friend, - your best friend, but-- - Ab, you've gotta understand-- When do we come first? I mean, Marshall, skipping an appointment - to meet with our minister? - I wasn't skipping.
Cancelling, last-minute, because Mary needs you again.
Look, Mary and I-- I get it.
You know what? I don't get it.
I don't.
I don't even think you do, not really.
And until you do, until-- until you figure this out, I think we need to put any appointments with ministers-- any anything with ministers-- on hold.
Abigail-- Marshall, I love you.
This isn't jealousy.
This is important to me.
It's important for you.
Just talk to her.
I have to go to work, so do you.
Don't forget to fill his water bowl.
Mary! What are you-- your father died.
You don't have to be here.
Yeah, know me less.
So as if my life's not enough of a walking pain in the ass, I've been chasing my father up, down, and into the ground-- - Not literally.
- Not literally, no, not yet, 'cause apparently when someone's life ends, the list of crap you have to deal with has only just begun.
I've got three days to decide what to do with him.
I mean, do I bury him here or New Jersey? Do I get him one of those You know, and what do I write on it? Oh, and guess who's back and guess who's knocked up, and if you guessed Brandi, you'd be right-- both times.
- Wow, seriously? - Yeah, seriously.
And as if all that's not, like I said - Enough? - As if all that's not enough, I am saddled with the worst witness imaginable.
The model? The model.
Why no story thingies? Models are vapid and entitled and always forgiven for being two hours late.
So look, you and I, we need to have a little talk.
"Ooh, look at me, I'm a model.
"I'm so skinny, I can barely stand.
Look, I wear my ribs on the outside!" Honestly, the only sliver of silver lining I can see between the dopey little doe eyes and the anorexic limbs is that I'm pretty sure on most days, I get to eat her lunch.
Mary, we really need to have a talk.
Right, we better get in there.
Help her sign her MOU In crayon, I assume.
Marshall, let's go.
Chop-chop.
I'm not gonna lie to you, Casey, the first few weeks can be tough and lonely, but just keep bearing in mind the good you're doing.
That could really help.
I don't know how much good I did.
We're talking about identity theft on a global scale.
That drive you recovered contains the personal information for over 500,000 people.
Pensions, savings accounts.
Petrov wasn't about to donate that money to UNICEF.
What AUSA Perillo is trying to say, Casey, is you saved lives.
The Russian mafia is as brutal as they come, but you're safe now.
I'm not worried about my safety.
If it were up to me, they'd hang Petrov and every last one of them in front of The Hague.
Yes, she's heard of The Hague.
We're not all vacuous bimbos.
So what are you worried about? I was discovered at 14 in front of a Dairy Queen in Dubuque.
A year later, I was paying off the mortgage, funding my mom's futile chemo treatments, and fending off my stepdad with a whip and a chair.
Wow.
That's a lot for anyone, never mind a 14-year-old.
All I've done since is whatever people tell me to.
"Stand here, wear that, pout now.
" This new identity? I never even had an old one.
Outside of looking pretty and doing what I'm told, I'm totally untrained.
I'm useless! You're not useless, and we're not just about keeping you safe.
We're gonna help you, okay? Get you set up.
We'll find you a job, an apartment, you could maybe enroll in college.
Yeah, change your major five times like the rest of us, figure out what you want to be when you grow up.
How do I do that? - I have no idea.
- She has no idea.
Welcome to WITSEC.
No, I totally understand.
Yeah, thanks, Lauren.
You too, bye.
Unreal.
Guy's got two families-- two that we know of-- and who draws the short straw on putting him in the ground? Yeah, listen, we need to schedule a time to talk.
Yeah, all right, look.
Last time you scheduled a time with me is 'cause you got secretly engaged.
What now? Whoa, wait.
Are you guys pre-wedding pregnant? Please tell me you're pre-wedding pregnant.
Seriously, my family could really use the cover.
Hey.
My office.
Carve out some time.
Mary.
I only need Marshall, thanks.
Marshall has seniority.
He'll be the first to transfer.
What are you talking about "first to transfer"? - Transfer where? - Denver.
They're shutting down Albuquerque WITSEC, Mary.
We're done.
All right, let's get you a job.
I know the owner of this restaurant, he's good people.
Come on.
I've gotta say, I'm kinda glad this "no sleepover" thing isn't a strict policy.
Well, Norah had an overnight with mark's mom, and I didn't want one with mine.
Plus, I'm gonna be with her all day for this dumb-ass fake wake.
"Fake wake"? What, did somebody fake die? No, someone actually did.
My father.
- Whoa, that's what came up? - Hmm? When you said you didn't return my calls because some family stuff came up.
The family stuff that came up is that your father died? Yep, so I've got family in town.
That's fun.
Plus, I might be out of a job in about ten seconds.
It hasn't been the best week.
- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine.
All right, I'm gonna let you get away with that, uh-- - with that "I'm fine"-- for now.
- You're gonna "let me"? - Yeah.
- "For now"? - For now.
- Huh.
Also gonna volunteer my services - as your date to the fake wake.
- Yeah, no.
Come on, it'll be fun.
I've never been to a fake wake.
No, it's-- you're really sweet to offer, but, I mean, you coming to this whatever it is, it's too much way too soon.
It's skipping steps.
"Skipping steps.
" Okay.
Okay.
Anyway, I gotta-- - Yeah, go.
- Okay.
Hey.
I'm really sorry about your dad.
See ya.
Thanks.
So you're gonna be okay with this? Yeah, I'm not above waiting tables.
It lacks the glamour of runway work, but at least it's real.
Plus, I'm only in it for the long hours and crappy pay, so It's just going from my old life in the city to this, it's all a little whiplash-y, you know? I know, but that's normal.
It's just hard.
I don't know anybody here.
It's been eight years, and I still miss my mom.
Is hugging against the rules? Hugging? Uh, well, it is, actually.
Kind of.
Whoa.
Whoa.
Okay.
Okay.
How ya holding up? Good, just here for the free food, so Well, whatever you thought of him, losing a parent, that's big.
You know what's big? Being a parent and sticking around.
A lot of guys don't, and you did, so thanks.
Well, I'm not going anywhere.
I'm serious, I'm moving in.
That's cool, right? And Jinx is back, I got kind of a mother-daughter thing.
So stupid.
- Smartwater.
- Just checking.
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey You know when I was thinking about adoption, I was working with this really good agency, and I thought I should get you that number, okay? - Oh, um, okay.
- Good.
Hey.
Where's Gidget? Abigail's coming later.
Or not, I'm not sure.
How's this? The fake wake? The fake wake's ridiculous.
My father didn't have friends.
This is basically a reunion of Jinx's AA pals.
I've heard six different sobriety stories.
I bumped into a guy earlier.
He tried to make amends on the spot.
I swear to God, these are the least anonymous alcoholics - I've ever met.
- How's the food? Strong.
The food's strong.
Why do you think I'm not locked in my room? Excuse me, everyone.
Everyone.
- Here we go.
- Easy.
I just wanted to thank all of you for coming.
Hey, what'd you mean before, not sure about Abigail? She just might not come.
She's kinda Something Mad, I guess.
Abigail's got a mad switch? I thought she was always set to perky.
And it seemed appropriate to honor those who are no longer with us.
And in that spirit, I've prepared a short song.
- Dear God.
- Just breathe.
Oh! What the hell? I swear to God, Mark installed those stupid solar panels, and now I have a blackout? Seriously, where the hell's the flashlight? I'm actually glad the lights went out.
You think you're glad? She was gonna sing.
I meant because we need to talk.
Enough with the "need to talk" crap, okay? Our office is being folded into Denver.
I know.
Delia told me.
This isn't about our office, Mary.
P.
S.
, I should tell you now, no clue where the fuse box is.
What I said before about Abigail being mad-- Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
What? What? Here.
Look.
What am I looking at? My childhood, flashing before my eyes.
Jesus.
What would you say? According to this payout receipt, 162.
There's a note.
"My dear Norah, wish I could've given you more.
" Great, now I gotta turn this over to Treasury.
Add that to the list.
Hold on, a payout receipt, a photo of him at the track with the racing form.
Your father's obviously gone to some effort to prove this money's legitimate.
What's your point? Maybe the reason he came back was, yes, to reconcile with you, but also to leave you this - as a final gesture.
- Please.
The guy abandoned our family for 30-plus years.
He thinks he can make up for it with a little retroactive charity? - No thanks.
- You know, technically, the money belongs to Norah.
Technically, the money doesn't belong to anyone! - Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
- You better get out here.
Mom is threatening to sing again.
McQueen.
Casey? Okay, calm down.
Bothering you how? All right, one sec.
Grab your coat.
Altercation at Scalo's it's her first day.
She's off to a flying start.
Hey, call APD, give Chaffee a heads up.
Casey, just sit tight.
I'm gonna stay with you.
Mary's on her way.
Hey, thanks for getting here so quickly.
Inspector, she's inside.
I got a guy on the door.
Thanks, Abigail.
Hey.
I got this, thanks.
Casey? You can come on out.
It's me, it's Mary.
Come on, it's safe.
What the hell? Oh, my God, come here.
Goddamn it, let's get you out of here.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Fair warning, dickhead, next time you see me, you'll get your ass kicked by a girl.
Who the hell are you? You can't threaten me like that.
Oh, geez, you know what? I think I left my "give a crap" in my other jacket.
That's a tough break.
No, I don't even know him.
I just went out back for a smoke and he hit on me.
I said no.
You can fill in the blanks after that.
Okay, Inspector, I'm assuming you and your friend would rather take care of this in my office later.
Yeah, thanks, Abigail.
I'll call you.
Good then.
Keep the ice on it, Casey.
Let's go.
What are you doing hanging in an alley with some drunk asshole you don't know? It isn't my fault, we're not allowed to smoke in front.
No, it isn't your fault you got attacked, of course not.
This is about you putting yourself in that position! Getting away from fat, drunk, and stupid over there was a fluke.
You're lucky you got back inside! All right, it was stupid! Yeah, but you're not.
Casey, wake up.
Idiot guys in alleyways are always gonna hit on you.
All right, I'll be more careful.
I hope so, 'cause the guys you're testifying against are not exactly known for forgive and forget.
You don't have to worry about the case.
I'll do what I'm told.
That's what I'm good at.
What? Hey, I don't care about the case.
I care about you.
I care about keeping you safe! I'm fine, all right? Can we just go? I'm fine! - Hey.
- Hey.
- How is she? - She's on her couch with a bag of peas on her face.
You know, she's actually a good kid.
Smart, tough.
She kept saying she's fine, but she's clearly more at sea than she thought.
I mean, I was doing my "bad cop" thing.
- You have a "good cop" thing? - No, I don't.
Anyway, I don't know.
I just don't know if I got through to her.
Maybe put in a call to Dr.
Finkel.
It's done.
They're talking tomorrow.
Good work.
Hey.
I had my guy at Treasury run a random sample - of the serial numbers.
- Marshall.
None of the bills in that case was ever reported stolen.
Outside of whatever your father put down on the horse, I think the money in the suitcase is clean and he wanted it that way.
He wanted it that way? Look, you can be a Hardy Boy or Dr.
Freud, pal, but you gotta pick.
Speaking of Hardy Boys, what's up with Nancy Drew and that massive bug up her ass? She was ice cold at the scene, calling me "inspector.
" - What's that about? - It's about that talk that we need to have.
Can we just go out to the balcony? Balcony.
What, are you gonna throw yourself off or recite Shakespeare, 'cause only one of those is gonna get me out there.
Mary, please, just We have to talk.
What's up? Okay, uh Ever since-- not long after we met, I knew we'd have to have this-- this conversation.
I never imagined it on the balcony.
- Jesus, Marshall.
- This is hard, okay? We do a lot of talking without talking, so-- Are you dying or what? Spit it out already.
You're my partner.
You're my best friend.
And I love you.
Oh.
I-I don't mean.
You know what I mean.
I love this.
What we have.
This--it's indefinable.
And up until now, nothing's ever come along to jeopardize that.
Marshall, you're my best friend.
You're my only friend.
I mean, forget friend, you're You know? I know.
I love that.
But that's the problem.
Oh.
'Cause you're getting married.
Yeah.
I'm getting married.
I love Abigail, deeply.
And because I do, that's why I need you to, um, to do something for me.
Anything.
I need you to, uh To release me.
I need to be free enough to have a life with Abigail, and I need you to be okay enough for that to happen, because-- because if you call, I'll come.
Every time.
Wow.
I don't know a lot these days.
All I know is more than anything in the whole world, I want you to be happy.
So I'm gonna say this once and only once.
I want you to marry Abigail.
She makes you happy.
I like her.
And I like you together.
I know.
I hide it well.
Yeah.
Okay.
Okay.
- So - Okay.
Shall we get on with the rest of our lives? You first.
I just got off with Perillo.
For the love of God, rephrase.
Perillo just called.
He's pissed.
Perillo was born pissed.
Guy gets in fights with women in line at Babies "R" Us.
Let me guess, Casey.
Two hours late for trial prep.
She's not late.
She's on model time.
Two hours late is half an hour early.
Mary, I've been trying to get her all morning.
No answer.
Huh.
I'm on it.
Casey? Casey, it's Mary.
Open up! Casey! Casey! Yeah, I need an ambulance to 50 Lewis street, possible overdose.
That 12-year-old E.
R.
doctor said the OD could have been accidental, but he doubts it.
I knew she was struggling, I just-- Don't beat yourself up.
I saw her and I missed it too.
I'll stay with her until she wakes up, keep you posted.
Thanks, Shelly.
She's a good kid.
Don't hate her 'cause she's beautiful.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Who, whoa, whoa.
What the hell is this? - Did you get fired? - Nope.
- Promoted.
- What? You made regional chief? Actually, deputy director.
Whoa, whoa.
Deputy director of WITSEC? The top job in D.
C.
, wow.
Dibs on planning his goodbye dinner.
Aw, rats, you beat me to it.
Stan, congrats.
This is-- Marshall! You hear this? I heard.
Well, first order of business: Albuquerque WITSEC stays put.
- Good.
- That's right.
Turns out this office has some newfound pull in D.
C.
How soon till we get a new chief? - Already got one.
- Give me a name, I'll look him up.
Yeah, Google "pencil-pushing ass-hat.
" No need to Google, just turn around.
Douche bag.
I can't believe you buried the lead.
With all that's gone on this week, my making chief hardly qualifies as the lead.
It's pretty ancillary.
Don't say "ancillary.
" - Why not? - I don't know, it's annoying.
It's the exact word for what I'm trying to convey.
Don't say "convey.
" Don't you have a witness and a hospital to get to? Oh You making chief, it's pretty great.
I know this is hard for you.
Hey.
Hey, Mary.
We had a good chat.
- I'll see you tomorrow, Casey.
- Thanks, Shelly.
I'm sorry.
You don't have to be sorry.
Look, Casey, you've always had people, you know, agents, handlers, telling you where to go and what to do.
You don't have that any more.
You have me and you have you.
So you gotta learn to protect yourself, 'cause pills or whatever-- I can't protect you from that.
I mean, ultimately, that's up to you.
I'm such a mess.
Yeah, well, life's messy.
Look, ever since your mom died, you've been on your own, and believe me, I know what that's like.
But you're too smart, Casey.
You're too strong to give up.
But at some point you have to say "screw the past" and just play the hand you're dealt, 'cause otherwise-- well, there is no otherwise.
Yeah.
I don't know if you're a mom or not but, I bet you'd be a really great one.
Yeah, uh, I don't know about great But it makes me happy.
You know the last time I was really happy? It was in ninth grade, in school.
Home was hell, but school was safe.
I lived for that place.
Um, look, I've gotta be somewhere, but I'll stop by tomorrow, okay? Okay.
Good.
We've got some stuff to discuss.
We do? What? School.
Hi, this is Mary Shannon.
Yeah, um, I think I know what my father would want.
Joanna? Hey, in here.
- Brandi? - I sent her home.
I thought I could use the practice.
"Practice"? Not a word that necessarily slows the pulse.
How you doing, Bub? - Oh, hey, mama.
- How's she doing? Let me just go make her a bottle.
Mary, Mary.
I fed her, changed her, and she's good.
We're--we're happy, so maybe take it down a notch.
Wow, okay.
- You did great.
- Yeah.
- Thanks.
- What's this? I keep thinking about the way I left, the way I always leave.
Things go wrong and I just take off.
Yeah, well, that's in the DNA.
I don't want to do that any more.
It's not good for me.
It's not good for Anyway, mom and I were talking, and I think I might want to stick around.
Oh.
Okay.
I mean, aren't you worried about running into Peter? Terrified.
As scary as that is, it's not nearly as scary as doing this by myself.
So then you're keeping the baby? I want to.
I mean, you did, and I don't know why, but that gives me courage.
I really think I can do this, Mary, just not alone.
Right, well, I mean, I'm not gonna lie, it's not for sissies, or sleepers, apparently.
But you can do this.
Squish, I know you can.
We'll do it together, okay? Okay.
Thank you.
Yeah, um, listen, I wanted to take care of something.
You don't mind being here with Norah? I love being here with Norah.
- Thanks.
- Yeah.
Oh, Daddy left something for us-- for the babies.
I want to talk to you about it later, okay? Okay.
Hey.
Welcome home.
It's been a long day And all I've got to say is make it strong It's been a long day And all I've got to say is I've been wrong So take a leave of absence Tell me you'll be gone I don't wanna see your face It's been a long day And I just wanna hide away It's been a long week And all the lines come down heavy on me.
Nobody likes letting go.
From our earliest moments, from birth till we're six feet under, our instinct is to grab, grip, cling.
To a finger, a bottle, a best friend.
To a faded old racing form.
Sometimes we hold on for dear life to the very things that keep us from actually living it.
But that comes with an upside.
It's the way we feel when we finally let go.
The trick, I guess, is to not find a way around the curveballs life serves up, but to live with them in halfway-happy, uneasy alliance.
And to search for new things to cling to, and when you finally find them, to hang on just as tight.
And around and around we go, holding on until the time comes to say good-bye.
Oh, no, no.
And like it or not, ready or not, you have to accept one universal truth: Life is messy, always and for all of us.
But a wise man once said, "maybe messy is what you need," and I think he might be right.
Ohhh, It's been a long year And I'm finally ready to be here.
So - You brought a guy.
- Oh, my God.
Introducing him to your friends.
- Interesting.
- It's not a big deal.
All right, all right.
Stupid.
Honestly.
- Oh.
- Oh, dear, worry.
Before it's too late, I'd just like to raise a glass to old friends, to new beginnings, to all of us, but especially to the new deputy director.
Stan! Yeah, Stan! Bon voyage and a fond farewell.
- Yeah, Stan! - To Stan.
- Clinkity clink, all right? - Yes, yes.
Cheers.
That was very nice.
Don't say "farewell.
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