Original subtitles

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[PLANE ENGINE ROARING]

[BELL TOLLING]

The plane! The plane!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

-Bye-bye. CHILDREN: Bye.

[WOMEN GIGGLING]

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

Smiles, everyone. Smiles.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

JULIE: Who is that lady, Mr. Roarke?

MR. ROARKE: She's listed on the flight manifest as Ms. Jane Doe.

Her real name is Ms. Ellen Layton.

I don't understand.

Ms. Layton was sent to us by a friend of mine.

It seems she's a victim of amnesia

caused by striking her head when she fell from a horse.

Oh, that's terrible.

Yes, she can remember absolutely nothing

about her previous life.

Her problem is a conflict in in personalities,

between the woman she once was and the woman she wants to be.

What is her fantasy?

Her fantasy is to have her memory restored,

to become the person she was before the accident.

Unfortunately, Ms. Layton may not like the person

she used to be at all.

JULIE: Who are those men, Mr. Roarke?

MR. ROARKE: I'm surprised, Julie, that you don't recognize

the two most famous game show hosts in the world.

The gentleman on the right is Mr. Bob Barclay

from The Great Game.

JULIE: And Ron Ellison from I Bet a Million, of course.

MR. ROARKE: Once the best of friends when they were young and struggling for recognition.

They've become bitter rivals.

They're both in love with the same woman

and jealous of each other's success.

You see, Mr. Barclay and Mr. Ellison's joint fantasy

is to be contestants on the Ultimate game show.

Ultimate Mr. Roarke?

That sounds ominous.

MR. ROARKE: You may well be right.

You see, these two men who for years have watched

contestants have all the thrills

and excitement while they as hosts have just stood by.

And now they want to test their own skill and brains.

Precisely.

But in a game where ultimately

the winner takes all.

And the loser?

The loser faces death itself.

My dear guests, I am Mr. Roarke, your host.

Welcome to Fantasy Island.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WAVES CRASHING]

[LAUGHING]

JULIE: Would you like to sit down?

MR. ROARKE: No, thank you.

I assume you are ready for your fantasy to begin.

Yes, I am.

But first I have to know who and what I am.

I don't even know my name.

Your name is Ellen Layton.

Ellen Layton.

What kind of person is Ellen Layton?

Am I the hot dog type or the filet mignon type?

Do I like intellectual men or the macho type, what?

The important question is are you sure that having

your memory restored will bring you happiness?

I don't know.

But that's what I have to find out.

Thank you, Julie.

These wild flowers grow only on Fantasy Island.

They're a variety of the genus Myosotis,

perhaps more familiar to you as forget-me-nots

most appropriate in your particular case.

But what can they do for me?

Under very special circumstances

such as yours,

they have a certain magical quality.

May I?

I want you to periodically inhale their fragrance.

They shall be most instrumental in the restoration

of your memory, Ms. Layton.

-That's marvelous. -Now, tell me,

what kind of person would you like to be

at this very moment?

I... would like to be... fun-loving,

a free spirit,

intelligent, caring about people,

attractive.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, this is wonderful.

I just have to go see

what I look like in the mirror.

She looks wonderful.

But what was she like before she got amnesia?

I will show you, Julie.

Look at the door.

Go ahead, look.

Gentlemen, as chairperson of this board,

I will get straight to the point.

I will simply not tolerate your shoddy performances any longer.

As of this moment you will all find

your severance checks waiting for you in your offices.

That's right gentlemen, I said all.

Mr. Roarke, will she like going back to being like that?

I don't know, Julie.

But it is her fantasy,

and that is the real Ellen Layton.

I can't believe it.

This is just the way I wanted to look.

Oh, Mr. Roarke, whatever I was before,

this is the way I want to be.

I am happy you're pleased.

Now, Julie, why don't you take Ms. Layton

over to the island lounge

and introduce her to some of our other guests.

I have something, oh, I must attend to.

Excuse me, will you?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

CINDY: Ladies and gentlemen, good afternoon and welcome

to the Fantasy Island presentation of Ultimate.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

You know our two famous contestants as well as I do.

And here they are,

Mr. Bob Barclay from The Great Game.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

And Mr. Ron Ellison from I Bet a Million.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

The curtain, please.

[AUDIENCE AWES]

And now the host of our show, Fantasy Island's own, Mr. Roarke.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

Thank you very much. Thank you, Cindy.

Will you take our distinguished contestants

to their places, please?

The rules of Ultimate are quite simple, ladies and gentlemen.

To begin,

the first one of you to answer correctly

will select one of those doors, go in

and, if he can,

collect the first of three grand prizes.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the first grand prize will be

the lady whom our contestants find to be

the most desirable in the world.

Both of them have been deeply in love with her for many years,

Ms. Lois Terry.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you, Ms. Terry. And now, gentlemen,

if you think you have the answer to a question, simply ring the bell

in front of you before the other one does.

I mentioned that there are three grand prizes,

but there are one, two, three, four doors.

Why?

Because one of those doors is the door of death.

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

If you wish to withdraw at this time,

I will certainly understand.

Oh, I've died before.

[AUDIENCE CHUCKLES]

You're dying now.

I'm dying now... Hey.

Bravo. Bravo.

Well, and now, Cindy, may I have the first question, please?

Thank you.

Who wrote these words,

"She's beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;

"She is woman, and therefore to be won"?

[BELL CHIMES]

W. Shakespeare.

Shakespeare is correct.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Congratulations, Mr. Barclay, choose your door.

[CHUCKLING]

What do you think? Number one?

-[AUDIENCE CLAMORING] -Number four?

[ALL SHOUTING]

-Please. Please. -[AUDIENCE QUIETS]

I choose number three.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

MR. ROARKE: Number three. Open it, Mr. Barclay.

Enter, claim your prize if you can,

if it's not the door of death.

It's not the door of death.

Mr. Roarke, where am I?

Why am I dressed like this?

Who is this stranger?

-Bob! -Lois?

He knows the witch! Seize him!

Hey, what is this, a masquerade party?

Come on, that woman is no witch.

Good Lord, man, she's got her own advertising agency in New York.

-The torches! -[CROWD SHOUTING]

Okay. I guess I better go along with this.

Listen, there's a test.

I read about it.

It'll prove her innocence.

I think you know too much, mister, but speak out.

Have her recite the Lord's prayer.

Everybody knows a witch can only say it backwards.

All right...

Release him!

Let us hear her recite the Lord's prayer indeed.

Speak out, woman!

Ever for glory the and

power the kingdom the is thy for evil

from us deliver

but temptation into not us lead.

Burn her!

[GRUNTING]

Burn her!

Stop them!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Burn her!

In there, quick.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Well, done, Mr. Barclay, well done.

You have won the woman you desire beyond all other women.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

You know, Julie, I've been smelling these Forget-me-nots all the way over here.

This is the real me, isn't it,

the way I feel right now?

All I can say is I have complete faith in Mr. Roarke.

Come on.

Mr. and Mrs. White,

I'd like to present another of our guests, Ms. Ellen Layton.

-Hello, Ellen, how are you? -How do you do?

-Hi. -Hello.

This is my wife Sandra, and you can call me Jim.

Why don't you have a seat and join us.

-Yes, please. -Thank you.

-Very nice of you. -No problem.

Uh, if you'll excuse me, I have some things to do.

I'm leaving you in very good company, Ms. Layton.

Thank you.

-Well. -Well, um, here's to fun.

We'll drink to that.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

So, Ellen, tell us, where do you come from?

Look, I might as well tell you,

I don't know where I come from.

ELLEN: In fact, I hardly know anything about myself.

I... I have amnesia.

SANDRA: Oh, that's sad.

I mean, not being able to remember

anything about your past.

Wait a minute, you mean you don't remember

your family or... What about your friends?

No, no one.

-SANDRA: You're so attractive. -JIM: I was just going to say.

There must have been a very important man in your life.

I hope so,

but I can't remember if there was.

MAN: Amnesia. Then she wouldn't remember I'm not her lover.

MAN 2: Honey, here comes your long-lost husband.

I'll tell you what, we're just going to have fun.

And forget all of our problems.

Oh, great, I said the right word, didn't I?

[CHUCKLING]

-Cheers. -Cheers.

MR. ROARKE: And now, Mr. Ellison, Mr. Barclay,

we've come to part two of Ultimate

and the second of our grand prizes,

$5 million in cash.

[AUDIENCE AWES]

Are you ready, gentlemen?

What is the name of the Roman poet

who wrote these most significant lines?

"Oh, cursed lust for gold

"to what does thou not drive the hearts of men."

[BELL CHIMES]

I think it was... Virgil.

And your thinking, Mr. Ellison,

is absolutely... correct.

Oh.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Ms. Terry,

if I may borrow your services once more.

Now, Mr. Ellison, it is your turn to choose.

[CHUCKLING]

Which one, two, four?

RON: Take your pick, it's up to you.

Two?

I remind you one of those doors remains the door of death.

You may withdraw if you wish.

I choose door number one.

Number one.

Open it, Mr. Ellison.

Enter with Ms. Terry and claim your prize,

if you can,

if it's not the door of death.

The door of death [CHUCKLING].

-Please. -Come on.

Come on.

Oh, great, now we're robbing a bank.

Hands up.

RON: Hey, it's all right. It's just part of the fantasy, get it?

No. I didn't know what I was doing being burned as a witch,

and I don't know what I'm doing here.

You're helping me get the $5 million.

It's all a stunt, watch.

Hands up or I'll blast you!

Is that beautiful? Come on.

Here it all is.

You didn't hold any out, did you, buster?

Oh, no, no, sir, that's the payroll for the whole town,

$5 million.

Up. Up!

$5 million.

Ron Ellison, let's get out of here.

No, let's give Mr. Roarke his money's worth.

All right! I want rings, watches, wallets.

Keep that loot coming.

Oh, that Roarke is beautiful. He's got policemen.

All right, hold it, police!

All right, coppers, beat it or I'll blow you away.

[GUNSHOTS]

Holy cow, they're using real bullets.

Those cops are trying to kill us. There must be a back door.

Come on, let's go, keep moving.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Excellent, Mr. Ellison, excellent.

You have claimed the second prize

in even quicker time than Mr. Barclay did the first.

Congratulations to you both.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Thank you.

Hi.

Excuse me.

But if you got any closer, you're going to be behind me.

Oh, sorry, sorry.

You know, Ellen, you look wonderful.

Why did you call me Ellen?

Well, that's what I've always called you,

I suppose, because it's your name.

Are you saying we know each other?

Intimately.

You mean, we're lovers?

Come here for a minute. Here.

Sit down.

Look, Ellen, I know why you're here.

I know all about your amnesia.

That's why I followed you here to be with you,

to help you if I can.

It's not that I don't want to be remember you.

Maybe I did know you before.

But I don't know you now.

Um, Ellen, we were lovers.

Are you sure?

That's hardly something that someone is unsure about.

-I don't even know your name. -Mike, Mike Collins.

Look, we can start all over again from the beginning.

I don't mind.

What do you suggest?

Well, my bungalow, we can meet there in a little while

and have a drink, chat, sort of get reacquainted.

-How well acquainted? -Oh, very.

MR. ROARKE: Ladies and gentlemen,

we have now come to that portentous moment

for which we have all been waiting.

Mr. Barclay, Mr. Ellison, I have a proposition for you.

You have each successfully claimed one of the grand prizes

so you are tied.

I propose for the final prize,

a tie-breaker, winner take all.

Sure. Why not, Mr. Roarke?

Okay. Winner take all.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

Splendid.

The winner of the third prize

then also claims prizes number one and two.

[AUDIENCES MURMURING]

Of course, there are only two doors left now.

One of which is the door of death if you remember.

MR. ROARKE: There will be no questions this time.

For you must share together the contest which will decide

the Ultimate winner.

Are you ready Cindy?

All set, Mr. Roarke.

To save you the agony of deciding which door to select,

Cindy will spin the wheel and the pointer will choose for you.

Good luck, gentlemen.

[INDISTINCT TALKING]

Cindy.

[WHEEL CLANKS]

MR. ROARKE: Number four.

AUDIENCE: Four.

Well, Mr. Barclay, Mr. Ellison,

which one of you will open it?

Why don't you do the honors, Mr. Roarke?

Yes, Mr. Roarke, please, you open the door.

Very well.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

[BOTH GASP]

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

I'm sorry, gentlemen,

the door of death.

[AUDIENCE GASPS]

If you will follow me, please.

[DOOR CLOSING]

Well, I believe this is far enough, gentlemen.

Now, I said that the third prize was precious and so it is.

It is life itself.

What are you trying to tell us, Mr. Roarke?

Simply that you now stand on one side of an island.

To win... To save your lives,

you must get to the other side.

To do that, you must work together

as you did when you were young and struggling to find success.

Is that all?

I must also inform you that the forest is owned

by a foreign prince who has set his personal archer

to guard it with specific orders to kill any creature

-that moves in his domain. -Look, the hell with this.

-I say we call the fantasy off. -Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I cannot interfere with a fantasy once it has begun.

But we want you to take it off.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, it isn't only you who I must

be concerned about.

Oh, no, indeed. You see, the archer...

Oh, he's called Magog by the way,

is also fulfilling a fantasy of his own.

Which is?

To hunt the most dangerous prey in the world... Man.

Look, Ron, I... I'm sorry about all this.

RON: It's as much my fault as it is yours, Bob.

Look, Mr. Roarke, I...

-BOB: Mr. Roarke? -RON: Mr. Roarke?

-Hey, look. -What?

LOIS: Bob? Ron?

Lois?

Mr. Roarke borrowed me again. Where are we?

I'll tell you where we are, Lois.

We're in big trouble.

MIKE: I was afraid you'd change your mind.

Well, to be truthful I did have second thoughts.

I've been walking around to get courage.

Yeah, well, I'm a little on edge myself.

Oh, my hair must look terrible.

Is there some place I can fix it?

Oh, sure, sure, right through there.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Michael, I am a mess.

And I just remembered I have an appointment with my hairdresser.

Well, look, look, it's... It's all right. I know how you feel.

Look, why don't we have a little champagne

and we can listen to some music and chat a little while...

You know, help you to readjust?

Uh, I don't think I can adjust to your bedroom.

[KNOCKING]

Oh, I'll be back in a minute.

-Yes? -Uh...

Excuse me, Ms. Layton, there's a man looking for you

who says he's your...

-Husband. -[CORK POPS]

-My husband? -He's very irate,

and he's bound to track you down here sooner or later

so, I just thought I should warn you.

Yes. Thank you.

Thank you.

I have a lover and a husband?

He may be insanely jealous, he might try to kill you.

[♪♪♪♪♪♪]

[DOOR CLOSING]

[PANTING]

I'll never forgive Mr. Roarke for putting us through this.

He should have called the game "Run for Your Life."

This game was your joint idea.

Your puffed up egos had to find out who was number one, right?

Who wins the most money,

who gets the most applause,

even me, who gets the girl.

Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

She's right, you know?

Let's strike a bargain, Bob.

We cooperate to get out of this mess

and the hell with the prizes.

I'm way ahead of you, Ron.

Nobody wins another person.

And neither one of us needs the money.

All that counts is that we get her back to Fantasy Island... alive.

Right.

-Forgive me, Lois. -Forgive us both.

You jerks.

Gee.

[SCREAMS]

[LAUGHING]

[KNOCKING]

That has to be your husband. You handle him. You handle him.

[KNOCKING]

Okay, Ellen, where is he?

-You're my husband? -Oh, that's very good, Ellen.

You never tried amnesia before.

I really can't remember.

Remember?

Don't play Ms. Innocent with me.

The only thing you can't remember

is how many others there's been.

Well, this is one time you're going to share

your bedroom with your husband.

As soon as I break this guy's neck, you're coming home with me.

Great.

[CHUCKLING] Oh, you're good.

You are really good. I saw this guy at the bar today leering at you.

He's not your husband, he's an imposter.

Well, this guy was sitting at a table next to you. This is the phony.

MR. ROARKE: I want you to periodically inhale

their fragrance.

They shall prove to be most instrumental

in the restoration of your memory.

Who are you two?

Oh, we just went through all that.

I'd like an answer to my question.

Who are you two?

Well, I'm your lover, and he claims he's your husband.

Don't be ridiculous. You are not my husband.

And as for you, if I did choose to have a lover,

you certainly wouldn't qualify.

Now, both of you get out of here before I call the police.

Get out!

Wait a minute, what are you leaving for?

I thought this was your bungalow.

Well, it is. I can always get another one.

Look, I don't want to be around when she gets a really good look at that bedroom.

Yeah.

[PANTING]

We're never going to outrun that guy.

If we only knew where we were going.

Hey, hey, wait a minute.

I got an idea.

He's tracking us,

which means he's got to come right to this spot.

Now, you go on with Lois, and I'm going to hide up there.

And when he comes by...

Little David is going to take care of big Goliath.

Wait a minute, why you?

No way.

You go with Lois, and I'll wait for him.

It was my idea, remember?

[PANTING]

-All right. -Come on.

-Bob. -Good-bye.

-Bye. -Good luck.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

-Ellen. -Ellen.

Ellen, wait.

-Hi. -How you doing?

You still having fun?

Fun?

Listen we're going on a picnic,

-would you like to join us? -Come on, it'd be great.

Whatever gave you the nauseating idea

that I'd want to do anything with you?

Wait a minute.

If you don't mind, I'd rather not carry on

this inane conversation any further.

Come on, Sandra.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

CHILDREN: ♪ Ring around The rosie ♪

♪ A pocket full of posies ♪

♪ Ashes, ashes ♪

♪ We all fall down ♪

[CHILDREN LAUGHING]

♪ Ring around the rosie ♪

♪ A pocket full of posies ♪

♪ Ashes, we all fall down ♪

[GIGGLING]

♪ Susie, Susie dances ♪

♪ A Pocket full of candy ♪

♪ Ashes, ashes We all fall down ♪

-ELLEN: Mind if I join you? -CHILDREN: Sure!

Mr. Roarke. Mr. Roarke.

Yes.

I've been looking for you.

Uh, this is Mr. Layton.

-How do you do? -Mr. Roarke.

Yes, Ellen Layton's husband.

Another one?

Julie, will you please see to our other guests?

Oh, sure.

Uh, Mr. Layton, my office is this way.

Do you mind?

-[CHILDREN LAUGHING] -Tell me, Mr. Layton,

how are the divorce proceedings coming along,

if I may be so bold as to ask?

That's why I came here, Mr. Roarke.

I want to Ellen I've changed my mind.

I won't contest it any longer.

-She can have her freedom. -Really?

Well, then perhaps you might be able to tell her yourself.

CHILDREN: ♪ Ring around The rosie ♪

♪ A pockets full of posies ♪

♪ Ashes, ashes, We all fall down ♪

[LAUGHING]

That can't be Ellen.

Oh, yes, that is your wife.

Mr. Roarke, Ellen hates kids.

Obviously, she doesn't as you can see.

I haven't seen her laugh like that in years.

[LAUGHING]

You know, seeing her like this,

maybe I don't want to give her up.

Then, Mr. Layton, I suggest you do something about it.

But not now. I promise you there will be an opportunity later

for you to see her

at the appropriate time.

CHILDREN: ♪ Ring around The rosie ♪

♪ A pocket full of posies... ♪

Hello.

About last night,

I don't seem to remember how it all ended.

Well, for someone who falls

far short of the requirements you want in a man, why ask me?

Did I say that to you?

[LAUGHING] Among other things.

Uh, what did I say to my husband?

You know, in the first place that man was not even your husband.

-He wasn't? -No, no, he was a phony.

You know, um...

I don't see any reason why we couldn't still get together, do you?

It depends on what you mean by, "get together."

Why can't we have one of those

old-fashioned, hand-holding kind of dates?

All right. All right.

How about dinner tonight?

We'll try it your way.

-It's a date. -Good.

Oh, thank you.

First, we'll try it your way.

Then we'll try it my way.

[♪♪♪♪♪]

Oh, little birds, you're not flying the nest long.

LOIS: Ron, we've come back to help you.

[METAL CLANGING]

BOB: Oh, no.

You had to come back.

You said we had to cooperate to get out of this mess, partner.

Oh, it was a good try but a cannon wouldn't bring that guy down.

LOIS: Come on.

Come on, where are we?

Look!

-Oh, come on. -Come on.

-[LOIS CRIES OUT] -Lois!

-Come on, come on. -I'm coming!

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

[AUDIENCE MURMURING]

You are safe now.

You have won the most important prize of all,

Mr. Barclay, Mr. Ellison, your lives

and the life of someone you love.

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

[♪♪♪♪♪]

[KNOCKING]

Hi. Ready to go?

You again.

I thought I told you not to bother me.

-We had a date for dinner. -Not likely.

You know something, lady, you are off the wall.

Forget it, okay?

Just forget it.

MR. ROARKE: I can arrange your departure on the first flight in the morning.

But before you go,

there is something quite important I would like to speak to you about.

As long as it doesn't take very long.

Ms. Layton, as I mentioned before,

you came here a victim of amnesia.

You asked that I help restore your memory.

-Well, you have succeeded then. -Yes, I have.

Yesterday you became a carefree, fun-loving young lady.

You were happy.

May I ask if you're happy now as the real Ellen Layton?

Why shouldn't I be? I have everything in life I want.

Do you?

And yet in each us there exists a second self,

an alter ego.

It is usually quite different than the facade

life often forces upon us.

Mrs. Layton, I suspect you have

had a very bad case of alter ego.

[BELLS CHIMING]

May I remind you

what your other self is like?

Oh, Mr. Roarke, this is wonderful.

♪ Posies, ashes, ashes We all fall down ♪

[LAUGHING]

I looked like that?

I felt like that?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Layton, you did indeed.

Charles, what are you doing here?

I came here...

to tell you that I love you,

to ask you to drop the divorce proceedings

and come home with me.

Give us both another chance.

Mr. Roarke just showed me some things, uh...

I think I may know a way.

Where are we going?

In a way, home.

Well, they were here earlier.

The maid must have thrown them out.

Thrown what out?

-The forget-me-nots. -The forget-me-nots?

-Hit me. -Hit you?

Hit me right here.

Ellen, I could never lay a finger on you

and you know it.

MR. ROARKE: In each of us there exists a second self.

It is usually quite different than the facade

which life often forces upon us.

Ellen!

Want are you doing?

Who are you?

Why don't I refresh your memory?

Why don't you?

[♪♪♪♪♪]

May I ask which Ellen Layton I am addressing?

Hopefully, the best of both.

At least I'm working very hard at it.

We both are.

Good-bye, Mr. and Mrs. Layton.

-Good-bye. -Bye, Mr. Roarke.

-Good-bye. -Bye, Julie.

Bye.

Ah, the Ultimate contestants.

And, Ms. Terry, how lovely you look

and thank you for your special cooperation.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Roarke,

for the most unusual experience of my life.

Thank you is too mild for what Ron and I are taking away with us...

New values about friendship, about love.

What was your quotation?

"Pride goeth before the fall."

You had us both pegged pretty good, Mr. Roarke.

Anyway, thanks for the ultimate lesson.

But nobody won.

Julie is right, you know?

Technically you were tied.

Of course, I could arrange one final stunt.

What do they call it in the sport's world, a sudden death playoff?

No.

Only if you're the contestant this time.

Thanks all the same. But no thanks.

Sudden death playoff.

Mr. Roarke, which one is really going to win Ms. Terry,

to marry I mean?

That will be decided in a game called love, Julie,

in which I will have no influence.

And may the best man win.

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