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[♪♪♪♪♪]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARS]

-Bye-bye. -CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

-Good morning, boss. -Good morning, Tattoo.

-Good morning, Mr. Roarke. -Good morning, Julie.

Julie, didn't I ask you

to air express that box to the San Diego Zoo?

That's the problem.

You should have told me what was in the box.

Don't tell me you opened it.

Uh-oh.

Well, how was I supposed to know it was

full of live Fantasy Island butterflies?

Oh!

There goes one now.

Julie, we...

[TATTOO LAUGHING]

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

TATTOO: Boss, who is that pretty lady?

MR. ROARKE: Miss Clarissa Bevis,

a social worker from Seattle, Washington.

TATTOO: No wonder more people move to Washington.

MR. ROARKE: [CHUCKLES] Yes,

but strangely enough,

she is lonely, Tattoo.

Miss Bevis has never found love.

Oh, that's too bad, what a waste.

Oh, indeed. But you see, she is haunted,

haunted by a man...

Who does not exist.

Yes.

That is why her fantasy

is to meet Heathcliff, a strange and enigmatic

character in Wuthering Heights.

One of the most popular books

in the history of English literature.

Heathcliff? Can we do that, boss?

Oh, yes, my friend, yes, we can most certainly

grant Miss Bevis her fantasy,

but only if she's willing to risk

everything...

Including her possible death.

Who's that, boss?

His name is Mr. Francis Elkins.

And he works as a window dresser

at an exclusive boutique.

Well, it seems he's become more than casually attracted

to one of the female...

Mannequins he's been dressing.

You mean one of those dummies?

I don't think Mr. Elkins would appreciate

that appellation, Tattoo.

But, boss, he's already living a fantasy.

Mr. Elkins fantasy is to bring his mannequin to life

so he may spend one perfect weekend

with her on Fantasy Island.

Tattoo, you are about to witness

one of the most unusual and most delightful

fantasies we've ever had.

My dear guests,

I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

meeting Heathcliff or someone like him

has been my dream since I was 13 years old.

It still doesn't seem possible

that it's really going to happen at last.

And you think that meeting Heathcliff

or perhaps experiencing the kind of love

he had for Cathy in the novel will free you

of your fixation so you may find real love, huh?

-Yes. -Tattoo.

Wuthering Heights, Miss Bevis.

I must warn you,

your actions must not change

Miss Bronte's classic book in any way,

including...

Including its conclusion.

I understand.

Then walk, Miss Bevis,

down that pathway.

Where does it go?

Why, to Wuthering Heights, of course,

in the year 1830.

Oh, this is... This is wonderful.

It's Wuthering Heights,

and I'm really here.

And there is Heathcliff.

[GASPS]

If you value your pitiful life, Linton,

you'll get off my property.

I have remained silent these two months

since my wife Cathy's death

out of respect for her memory.

Now, may I remind you, Heathcliff,

this is my wife's rightful property.

It is therefore now mine.

I'll see you in hell before I give up Wuthering Heights

to the likes of you.

I warn you, Heathcliff,

I intend to have my rightful property

one way...

or another.

Wuthering Heights is no more your property, sir...

Than your wife was.

You'll pay for this, Heathcliff.

I swear it.

[SCREAMS]

Heathcliff! Heathcliff!

-Cathy. -I am not Cathy.

You are. You are.

Oh, dear God, how can it be?

Cathy.

Cathy.

Well, there she is, Mr. Roarke.

I call her Courtney, uh...

She's beautiful, isn't she?

Oh, indeed, Mr. Elkins, indeed.

And it's quite obvious to me that she's been alive to you

for many years...

In your imagination, of course.

You're right about that.

I've been getting along fine with my work, but the price

I pay is working a lot at nights, alone.

It must have been lonely for you.

It is, Mr. Roarke.

Courtney's been my only company, and...

I don't know how it happened, but all of a sudden

I started talking to her and confiding in her

and, figuring out ways to make her prettier.

She's been alive to me all right, and...

I guess I...

I even fell a little in love with her.

-Crazy, huh? -Oh, no, no, no.

I don't know.

It's been said that love is the most wonderful

and the ultimate form of madness.

[CHUCKLING]

Well, Mr. Elkins,

are you ready for your fantasy to begin?

Yes, sir.

Now, this talisman

is a representation of an ancient goddess who...

according to legend,

gave life...

to Pygmalion's statue of Galatea.

Hold it tightly in one hand,

Mr. Elkins.

Now, go to the mannequin

and place your other hand on her shoulder.

Repeat after me.

"I command thee...

To awaken."

I command thee...

To awaken.

"Now."

Now.

Hello, Francis.

You're alive.

Thank you for giving me life.

-Mr. Roarke, she's alive. -Oh, indeed.

Courtney, Mr. Roarke.

-How do you do? -Hello.

-May I? -Oh.

Thank you.

One final warning,

my dear Mr. Elkins,

your fantasy will end tomorrow

at precisely... 6:00 p.m.

-Will you excuse me? -Yeah, sure.

You know, now that I'm mortal,

I have all the basic drives and desires

and passions as any other woman.

And I mean to take advantage of every minute

as long as I'm here.

Yeah, well, I'll go along with that.

You know, there's some things one just can't do alone.

Well, I know what you mean.

Listen, why don't we go back to my bungalow

and get you in a new outfit,

and then I'll take you to lunch, okay?

-Okay, whatever you say. -Okay, this way, come on.

Your flesh, your blood warm and soft,

alive, alive.

My Cathy, alive.

I am not Cathy.

Not Cathy?

I have stood here each night

at the foot of your portrait.

Have you forgotten what we are to each other?

Oh, no, no, I haven't forgotten,

not a single word.

"More myself than I am."

You are Cathy.

"More myself than I am."

Heathcliff, I can only be with you

for a little while, I can't stay.

No, no, Cathy, I lost you once.

And I won't live without you. I swear it.

I prefer my own death to the hellish void of yours.

I don't know how this happened or why.

But you're here now, you are back.

And I will not lose you again.

Joseph!

Joseph! Come see what miracle

has befallen this wretched household.

It is impossible.

The work of the devil.

Devil or angel. Who cares, you old fool?

Now, go prepare the sitting room.

We'll have our dinner there.

Well, stop gaping, man! Get to it.

Your mistress has come home.

Now, I'll go tell Nelly to prepare a worthy feast for us.

Everything must be perfect for tonight.

Tonight?

The beginning of our new life together, Cathy,

my sweet Cathy.

We'll never be separated again,

not in life... Nor in death.

MR. ROARKE: Well, Miss Bevis,

I trust your fantasy is all you expected it to be.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, am I glad to see you.

Thank you.

Heathcliff is everything I expected...

And more.

There's just one little problem.

Oh, and what is that?

He thinks I'm Cathy.

Well, then you should be delighted.

Oh, no, Mr. Roarke, Cathy is dead.

He thinks I'm her resurrected somehow.

Well, I tried to explain that I will only be here

for a short while.

But he says he won't live without me.

When I leave,

he means to die, Mr. Roarke.

Miss Bevis, I must remind you

that this place

and these people are merely images

from a powerful book. Real to you, of course,

but still a fantasy.

I know that, Mr. Roarke.

What am I going to do about Heathcliff?

I can't let him die.

Love is a strange and powerful emotion, Miss Bevis.

Trust in yourself,

your emotions.

And before this weekend is over,

you will find the answer in your own heart...

And in the book itself.

I'll try, Mr. Roar...

Mr. Roarke?

Courtney?

COURTNEY: In here, Francis.

Are you decent?

COURTNEY: What a silly question.

Ah.

You said you were decent.

But I am decent.

I mean, I've always thought of myself as a good girl.

Yeah, but you don't have any clothes on.

Francis, you've seen me at least 100 times

without anything on.

Believe me, now, it's different.

I mean, you're... You're...

What, mortal?

Ah.

Will you hand me that towel, please?

Ah.

Are human beings always so shy?

Well, this one is. Listen, I got a great idea.

Why don't I meet you in about ten minutes

at the garden restaurant, okay?

Okay, whatever you say.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Oh, George, there has got to be

some live ones around here.

-Oh, my goodness. -Mmm-hmm.

-Huh? -Uh-huh.

-Mmm. Harry... -Yeah.

That's what I call a live one.

And she's probably just hanging around here

waiting for an unattached guy like me.

Hi, honey, mind if I sit down?

Please do.

Hawkins is the name.

Harry Hawkins. What's yours?

-Courtney. -Courtney, charming.

Where do you hail from, Courtney?

Bloomingdale's.

Mmm... Bloomingdale. [LAUGHING]

Ah, yes, that little town in Indiana.

I've heard of it.

Forgive me, but you've got the prettiest...

Green eyes that I've ever seen.

-Last week, they were brown. -What?

Oh, it was Francis's idea.

He just plucked out the brown ones

and popped in the green ones.

You're putting me on, right?

Putting you on what?

Skip it, it's just an expression.

Uh... Who is this Francis guy?

He dresses and undresses me.

Sometimes two or three times a day.

[LAUGHTER]

And when we're really busy,

Jacques and Mike will help him.

You mean, they just all pitch in and help?

Well, you don't look like a kind of girl

who would fool around like that.

I mean, you being so young and all that.

Young?

Gosh, I'm going on six.

[LAUGHTER]

I was made in Boston.

[SPUTTERS] Hey, hey.

You don't have to go into your personal life

just because I sat down.

When I was moved to Cleveland,

they gave me a new pair of legs.

They're much nicer than the old ones.

They gave you a new pair of legs, huh, just like that?

Well, sure... All my parts are interchangeable.

-[LAUGHTER] -All of your parts?

In case they get worn out from too much handling.

She's a great little kidder, pal.

-Yeah. -I was just leaving.

Excuse me. George.

Why are they laughing?

Is it something I said?

Well, I think it's everything you said.

Listen, I think you and I are going have to have

a little talk, hmm?

Do you mind?

Do you mind? [CLEARS THROAT]

You know, Edgar my boy,

I think that you and Heathcliff

should drop this eternal quarreling between you.

Particularly that little Cathy is gone.

As an old friend of my family, Lord Wyndham,

I'll forgive you for that remark.

But I have no forgiveness in my soul for Heathcliff.

-Oh. -I shall chase him

off the moor like the scoundrel he is.

Sorry to hear that.

Hatred is not good for a man's soul, you know.

Mine thrives on it, sir.

Hmm.

Oh, forgive me, sir...

But here is Joseph from Wuthering Heights

with important news, so he says.

So speak out, man.

Miss Cathy's come back,

risen from the grave she has, Mr. Edgar!

What are you saying?

You know that's impossible, old man.

No, she's sitting over there in Wuthering Heights

this very minute, sir,

chatting with that devil Heathcliff

and waitin' for her tea.

Good heavens, he's got a woman all right then.

That's obvious.

Well, this is a very interesting development.

Tell me, Joseph, does Heathcliff believe

that she is indeed Miss Cathy?

Ho-ho, he be certain of it, sir.

Excellent.

I've got him now.

That'll be all, Joseph.

Thank you. I'll see that you're rewarded.

-Well, don't you see it, sir? -What?

Heathcliff is losing his mind.

And as magistrate of this county,

you must see to it that he is put away,

where he can do no harm.

Don't talk such nonsense.

I mean, you haven't got any proof.

I can't send that fellow to the asylum

because of a whim, because of prejudice,

because of avarice.

Of course not, dear sir.

[CHUCKLING]

You don't fool me, Edgar.

I know that Wuthering Heights is a valuable farm,

a good land, sizeable stock.

And I know also that if Heathcliff is committed,

you'd be able to reclaim the property.

And your revenge would be complete.

All I ask of you, sir,

is if I prove to you that Heathcliff is indeed mad...

You'll do your duty.

[CHUCKLING]

I suppose you can rely on that, Edgar.

Meanwhile, I'll wish you good day.

Francis, isn't that...

From the store? Uh-huh.

Okay, you can put it right there, please.

I did Anton's new spring line with them.

Mr. Roarke had them shipped over to use

in a designer display and show for his guests.

Do you think it would be all right if I said hello?

Yeah, well, sure, but listen,

don't expect them to hear you.

I'll bet they will.

-Oh, hello, Courtney. -Hi, Tattoo.

Mr. Roarke told me to bring your friends.

These mannequins are for the fashion show.

They're lovely, aren't they?

Well, next to you, they're just mannequins.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Hello, girls.

Mindy.

Sally.

Sybil.

I bet you'd like to be mortal

for a little while, too, wouldn't you?

I'll be back.

Oh, it's so beautiful here,

just the way I always dreamed it would be.

Heathcliff, to stay with you here forever

would be heaven...

But it's impossible.

No, nothing's impossible, Cathy.

Our love cannot be dissuaded by time or chance

or anything of this earth.

It will endure like the moors out there forever.

Oh, Heathcliff, if I could only...

No ifs.

We'll wander the moors this very night.

We'll catch the night wind in our hands

and the stars in our hair, Cathy, and we'll love.

Oh, yes, Heathcliff, yes!

Come, my beloved.

How dare you trespass on this house?

My God.

I've come for my wife.

Edgar?

Yes.

I'm Edgar, your husband.

I've come to take you home

to Thrushcross Grange.

And I'll see you in hell first.

Cathy is mine.

Well, if she is indeed Cathy...

She belongs with her husband.

-Take her. -No!

[GASPS]

[SHRIEKS]

[GRUNTING]

It's been a long time, Heathcliff.

I look forward this night

to exercise my...

Husbandly privileges.

-[GASPING] -Cathy!

[GROANS]

I command thee to awaken.

Sybil.

Sally.

And Mindy.

Now!

-Is being mortal fun? -Have you met any men yet?

What does the lifeguard look like?

-Is he cute? -No, Listen.

I'll answer all your questions later.

But right now, you better get out of here

before you get caught.

Now, come on, follow me.

[WOMEN CHATTERING]

A job well done, Mr. Felcher, deserves reward.

I had some refreshments ordered for our eventual return,

but since we have nothing to do

but wait for the magistrate,

I suggest you and your men repair to the kitchen.

Why are you doing this?

Let me explain, please.

You've been found out at last,

you and your charade, for whatever reason.

Now you've naught but to suffer the consequences.

Take them to the kitchen, and summon me

at once when the magistrate arrives.

Yes, Mr. Edgar.

Please, let me explain.

You don't understand!

On the contrary, my dear...

I understand very well.

By the Lord...

You're so like her.

I can't...

Believe my eyes.

Beautiful.

Desirable.

You have no right!

-Ahhh! -I have every right!

You pose as my wife.

[SQUEALING]

You'll only make matters worse, my dear, by...

fighting me.

If you fight me...

I shall have to break you...

Like I'm going to break that beloved beggar of yours...

-Like this. -[SHRIEKING]

[CLATTERING]

CATHY: You stay away from me.

[SHRIEKING]

EDGAR: Yes?

Uh, Mr. Edgar, sir,

the magistrate is here.

I'll be right there.

Honor calls, my sweet.

And revenge.

I want you to be patient...

Until my return...

And then...

We shall continue.

[CRIES OUT]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Did you do that?

Bring them to life?

Oh, I just hope they don't get in any kind of trouble.

Tss, tss!

Well, how is everything going, Mr. Elkins?

Oh, fine, Mr. Roarke, just fine.

I'm delighted to hear that.

Boss, I don't remember seeing those girls before.

As a matter of fact, neither do I,

at least not so animated, shall we say?

Perhaps they're acquaintances of yours?

-Mine? -Mmm-hmm.

Uh, well, I...

I did talk to them for a few minutes,

but I wouldn't exactly call them acquaintances.

Oh, I see.

Boss, I don't think they can eat all that cake

by themselves.

I'm going to try to help them.

May I suggest that you direct your attention

to tonight's menu?

Will you excuse us?

-Come. -All right.

Isn't there someplace we can go and...

-And be alone? -Oh, yeah, sure.

Listen, I'll take you on a little tour, okay?

Okay.

Hi, girls.

Well, got yourselves a sweet tooth, I see, huh?

Uh, here by yourselves, are you?

For the rest of the weekend.

Oh, we're here by ourselves, too.

Not married or anything, are we, George?

I said we're not married or anything, are we, George?

Oh, no, we're, uh,

we're just a couple of swingin' singles.

What do you swing from?

[STAMMERING]

What do we swing from?

That's a cute sense of humor, isn't it, Harry?

[CHUCKLES]

Oh, by the way, I'm George,

and this is my pal Harry.

-Girls. -Hi.

You here on vacation?

Yeah, we won the trip for being

the leading salesmen in our districts.

We sell things, too...

In a way.

We model clothes.

Must be a wonderful life, huh?

Not always.

You've got such... Such beautiful skin.

How do you keep it looking that good?

Oh, well, every so often,

they take us out and get us shellacked.

Uh, who takes you out and gets you shellacked?

Men.

They just toss us in the back of the van

and off we go.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

You mean that you got to keep belting down the booze

to keep your skin looking as good as it does?

No.

We actually get shellacked.

All over.

Either I've been out in the moonlight too long

or I'm going looney tunes.

[GRUNTING]

You seem to be having serious

difficulties, Miss Bevis.

Mr. Roarke,

this isn't just a fantasy anymore.

Heathcliff, Wuthering Heights is my reality.

I belong with Heathcliff.

Miss Bevis, are you saying you want to remain here?

Oh, yes.

Yes, I want to stay with the only man

I've ever loved.

I told you, he's sworn to end his life if I leave.

And now Edgar is plotting against him.

I must help him.

But I warned you

that your actions must not influence in any way

the outcome of one of the most popular novels in literature.

Oh, it's only a book.

Heathcliff is real.

Oh, he mustn't die.

Miss Bevis...

Those men out there know

that Cathy is dead, do they not?

Well, all they have to do is exhume her body

and prove Heathcliff mad.

He'll be confined to an asylum.

Oh, Mr. Roarke,

I've made such a tragic mess of everything.

You have done nothing except out of love, Miss Bevis.

But now it's time to do what you know you must do.

Yes, I have to get the book

back to the plot, don't I?

Yes.

It means I have to end it the way it was written.

Precisely.

I have to die.

You must play that role.

But first, you must go to Heathcliff,

convince him he must live.

I assure you, love will find the way.

I trust you, Mr. Roarke.

TATTOO: Now, give me your best smile.

-[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING] -Beautiful.

Okay, another one.

Fantastic.

Ah, that's great.

Yeah, I like it.

Oh! That's better than a smile.

C'est magnifique!

Uh, miss,

I wonder if you'd mind if I took your picture, too.

Oh, sure, it's okay with me.

Is it all right with you, Tattoo?

Well, if he has film in his camera.

Oh, I have, I have.

[CHUCKLING]

That certainly is a lovely dress you're wearing.

Oh, thank you.

Would you like to buy it?

[GASPING]

Oh, no, please, no!

No! No, no, don't. Don't, don't.

Uh, please, no. I don't want to buy it.

See, I just want to take your picture.

But I thought you said you liked it.

That's not the point.

-I just want to take... -Excuse me.

Courtney, this way. Come on, come on.

Pardon me, Tattoo. It'll be all right.

-Come on, Courtney. -I just...

Did I do something wrong?

Well, there are laws that frown on people

taking their clothes off in public.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you again.

No, no, no, I'm the one that should be apologizing.

Oh, come on, you didn't know.

Come on, there's something we have to show you.

Yeah, come on, come on.

-Come on, come on. -All right, all right.

Oh, ho-ho-ho.

CYBIL: Those new models are really something, huh?

I guess pretty soon we'll all be replaced by that kind.

Which will probably mean the old shredder for us.

Is she going to be in your show, too?

Sure.

But why the long faces, girls?

You're gonna be around for a long time.

-We are? -Uh-huh.

I just signed a new long term contract

with the store, and, as head window dresser,

I get to pick who models for me, right?

-Huh? -[ALL SQUEALING]

Whoa, whoa! Easy, girls.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, girls! Whoa, easy, girls, whoa!

Where did we go wrong, George?

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

CLARISA: Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Where are you, Heathcliff?

HEATHCLIFF: Cathy!

[HORSE WHINNIES]

Oh, Heathcliff...

I lost my way.

I couldn't find you.

Well, I've got you now, my love...

And they'll not take you from me again.

You'll be with me forever, Cathy.

You hear me? Forever.

Oh, yes, Heathcliff, forever.

Easy.

Heathcliff, I have to warn you...

Shh... Quiet.

Quiet, my love.

You're... Blue with cold.

We have to get you warm.

It's too late, my dearest.

No... No, heaven could not be so cruel

as to steal you away a second time.

MR. ROARKE: You must not only convince Heathcliff

you are dying, but that he must live on.

I can't stay.

I told you.

I'll not live without you.

I swear.

If you die, I die with you.

No, dearest Heathcliff.

There is no death for you or me.

Our love is eternal.

Don't you see?

We were given these special hours

to save ourselves,

to save our love.

Oh...

Oh, Cathy, tell me how.

By your living.

Love is life...

And memory.

Your living strength

will hold our love safe until we can love again.

We will love again.

We will.

We will, sweet angel. We will.

Oh...

Please take me to the window.

I want to see our moors again.

Angel.

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Oh, Heathcliff...

I will love you forever.

And I you, sweet Cathy.

Forever.

Cathy... Cathy!

Oh... Cathy.

Good night.

Good night, sweet love.

Your fantasy is over, Miss Bevis.

-Oh, Mr. Roarke. -Don't worry, Miss Bevis.

Neither he nor anyone else

can see or hear you any longer.

Your Heathcliff will not remember that you were here.

But your love will stay with him forever.

[DOOR OPENS]

Where is she?

Where is the woman who claims to be my wife?

There's no one here.

Eric, tell me, what's going on?

He's hidden her.

Not in this house, sir.

She's here, I tell you. She has to be.

I give you my word, sir,

no mortal woman is,

or has been in my house.

Curious, very curious.

But I have a feeling he's telling the truth.

It's a trick. I saw her with my own eyes.

As did the bailiff.

LUDWIG: The bailiff? Well, you can't rely on him.

He drinks too much.

Well, there'll be an investigation, gentlemen.

And if no woman is found in this house,

well...

Then perhaps the wrong gentleman

was considered for the asylum.

Follow me.

My beloved Cathy...

More myself than I am.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Our time is almost up, isn't it?

Come on, we weren't gonna talk about time. Remember?

Hold me, Francis, just hold me.

[DOOR OPENS]

You have exceeded your time, Mr. Elkins.

Your fantasy must end...

-Now. -Just a few more minutes.

I'm sorry... The other three mannequins

have already reverted.

You see, they didn't have your love to shield them.

Well, then, when it happens,

can it happen while we're dancing?

I mean, while I'm still holding her?

As you wish.

Yes...

Yes.

Dear, loving Francis.

I love you, Courtney.

I'll always love you, too.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

Miss Bevis, I regret your fantasy

may not have been all you expected.

Oh, but it was.

I know now how much Heathcliff loved Cathy.

Their love will live forever in these pages.

And what about you?

Now Miss Bevis must find true, real love.

Oh, I will.

I will, because I have experienced

the joy and wonder of it.

Good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

Good-bye, Miss Bevis.

-Tattoo. -Good-bye.

Well, I guess this is good-bye, Mr. Roarke.

And I want to thank you for everything.

The weekend couldn't have been more perfect.

Uh... Then you are satisfied

that your fantasy has been fulfilled?

Well, you gave me everything you promised.

Hello, little birdy.

Oh, uh, the lady you are admiring

is one of our very new Fantasy Island hostesses,

a Miss, uh, Winslow, is it, Tattoo?

-That's right, boss. -Miss Winslow.

She just happens to be going back

on the plane with you.

I understand she was a former model.

-Sweet little bird. -And that, at one time,

mannequins were made from her likeness.

Muh...

Ohh...

I have the strangest feeling I've met you before.

WOMAN: I feel I know you, too.

FRANCIS: We'll have to talk about it on the plane.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

You know what, boss?

What, my friend?

I should know better.

For once, I thought this was a fantasy you blew.

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