[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]
The plane! The plane!
[GIRLS GIGGLING]
- Good morning, boss.
- Good morning, Tattoo.
Let's go.
[WOMEN GIGGLING]
Smiles, everyone. Smiles.
[BAND PLAYS]
Mr. Charlie Rowlands
and his daughter, Jeanie.
Mr. Rowlands was once
on the threshold of becoming
America's finest
country-western singer.
Which one has the fantasy, boss?
As a matter of
fact, both, Tattoo.
The father wants his
daughter to become
the superstar he never was,
so he has arranged to take
her on a sentimental journey
to the scenes of his youth,
when he was just
starting out as a performer.
How come he
didn't become a star?
His young wife d*ed.
He was forced to give up
singing, find steady work,
and raise their three children.
What about the young
lady? What's her fantasy?
ROARKE: Ah, for the moment,
that must remain confidential.
Not even Mr. Rowlands
knows about it.
But I can tell you this much,
Miss Rowlands does not
wish to become a superstar.
And unless both fantasies
work to perfection,
a beautiful father and
daughter relationship
may very well be destroyed.
The brooding young man is
Mr. David Tabori, an accountant.
The lovely lady with
him is his wife, Elizabeth.
He looks like he's worried
about something, boss.
Correct, Tattoo. He is tormented
by a recurring nightmare
that gives him no rest.
With a pretty lady like that,
he should be very happy.
She tries, Tattoo.
But how can a man be happy when
he has recurring dreams of terror
and his wife is in that same dream,
threatened by unknown dangers?
What's his fantasy? To
sleep without dreaming?
His fantasy is to understand
the meaning of the nightmare
and resolve it before a
stark tragedy takes place.
My dear guests, I am
Mr. Roarke, your host.
Welcome to Fantasy Island.
[♪♪♪♪♪]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
I do not believe it.
This place looks great!
I mean it hasn't changed
a speck in years.
You know, some real important
performers got their start right there.
Jeanie, what are you doing?
I like the way the shadows
fell across the road.
Well, hon, you're here
to sing, not make pictures.
You know, Mr. Roarke,
when old Charlie Rowlands
was singing behind them doors,
I was singing
for beer and grits.
Not this little lady.
She's gonna be singing
for bucks, and I mean big bucks.
Well, every man is entitled
to his dreams, Mr. Rowlands.
However, he must also
live with his realities.
[CHUCKLES] I love
the way you talk.
That's real fancy.
Thank you, Mr. Rowlands.
Well, uh, so long.
And thanks a
bunch for everything.
You're very welcome.
Miss Rowlands.
Hon, when I am
talking to Mr. Roarke
about your career in music,
do you think you could
put that camera away?
Sorry, Dad.
Oh, it's all right.
Come on. I'm gonna
show you a time
that you will never,
ever, ever forget.
[BAND PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC]
[CHEERING]
[INAUDIBLE]
[CHEERING AND CLAPPING]
Charlie? Charlie
Rowlands, is that you?
[CHUCKLES] Good
lord! Lottie McFadden!
Heavens!
You look prettier than a prairie full
of wildflowers in the springtime, hon.
And you look as handsome
as one of them male models
in a department store catalog.
Let me look at you.
Well, I put on a pound or two here
and there, but then, who hasn't?
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
Jeanie, I want you to meet
my longtime and dear,
dear friend, Lottie McFadden.
Lottie, this is my daughter,
Jeanie. Also my pride and joy.
Hi, Jeanie.
Ma'am, I have heard
so much about you.
This is some place
you have here.
Oh, it's nothing
special, Jeanie.
But it is the best one east
or west of the Mississippi.
Come on, you two,
belly up to the bar.
- Drinks are on the house.
- Right!
DAVID: Eight months... Been
going on for eight months,
the same horrible
recurring nightmare.
What can you tell me
about these nightmares?
Some specifics.
Well, uh, when it starts...
I'm in darkness,
and I hear breathing.
Heavy, labored breathing.
And there's a
strange sound to it.
Maybe it's even my
own. I have no idea.
An animal cries out.
Elizabeth appears. I see a cave.
[JINGLING]
Please continue, Mr. Tabori.
She's... repulsed...
by the sight of me
or whatever it is.
David.
I know she's in danger,
and I want to yell out,
"Get away! Run! Run!"
But I have no voice.
And then it happens.
She moves forward...
and a hairy...
claw
darts out and grabs her.
Then the nightmare
ends and I wake up,
and I find myself in
the attic, locked in.
You sent me this
picture of a flower.
I don't know what it means,
but it's the only
tangible clue I have.
You see, that flower keeps
appearing in my dream.
A month ago, I
saw it in a magazine,
and I've been desperate to
find one like that ever since.
Don't ask me why. I don't know.
I see.
Can you help him, Mr. Roarke?
Help us?
I will do what I
can, Mrs. Tabori.
Right now, I can't be
more specific than that.
LOTTIE: Hey,
everybody, listen up!
Now I know you've all
been looking forward
to hearing Charlie sing,
and I'm just so sure that as...
Wait. Now, hold on, Lottie.
Now, Charlie, you hold on.
Tomorrow night
is our big hoedown,
and you're gonna be
the star of the show,
just like the good old days.
Lottie, I can't do it.
Why not?
Folks, I haven't sung in years,
and I haven't even
picked up a guitar.
I busted this thing up
in a logging accident.
Oh, Charlie, I'm
sorry. I just didn't know.
Oh, no! Don't be sorry. Be glad.
I've got a brand-new
star for you.
My little daughter Jeanie
has got the sweetest
voice this side of Nashville.
She sings better
than I ever did.
Jeanie? Jeanie?
I've been telling all these
folks how good you sing.
Why don't you give 'em a sample?
Dad, please!
Look, ma'am, he means
well, but I'm not all that good.
Now don't go modest on me.
Listen, she's a little bit shy,
but I'm telling you, she's
gonna be right up there
with Loretta Lynn
and the rest of 'em.
It's okay, Jeanie, if you
wanna beg off for tonight.
Um... How about standing in
for your daddy tomorrow night?
Oh, no. No.
[SIGHS]
Well, yes, ma'am,
I'd be right happy
to sing for you.
[CHUCKLES] I'm telling you,
this Fantasy Island is a hoot.
Thanks to Mr. Roarke,
everything's coming up roses.
I'll get it.
-Oh, Mr. Roarke. -Mr. Tabori.
-Come in. -Thank you.
- Ah, Mrs. Tabori.
- ELIZABETH: Hello.
This, uh, picture you gave me...
Mmm-hmm.
It is an exotic species
called the Lykos Orchid.
It is found in only
one place in the world,
the jungles of Central Africa.
David's never been to Africa.
Indeed.
Um, please, please sit down.
Thank you.
I am not certain of the
flower's significance yet.
However, I have ordered
a few samples flown here.
It may take some time.
Meanwhile, there are a few
other details I must look into.
Forgive me, Mrs. Tabori.
May I talk to your
husband alone?
Why, yes, of course.
It'll actually give me
a little bit more time
to touch up my makeup.
Oh, well, thank you.
How much does your
wife know, Mr. Tabori?
Well, uh, just
what I've told you.
These nightmares...
you experience them
with each full moon.
Am I correct?
Yes. But how did you know?
No matter.
The important thing is
there will be a
full moon tonight.
What are you trying to tell me?
Mr. Tabori, you consume
enormous amounts of water.
Your dreams contain an
animal with hairy hands.
I have a feeling that you have
already done some research
on lycanthropy.
What are you talking about?
Lycanthropy, the fear
of turning into a beast.
The source of the
legend of the, um...
werewolf.
Mr. Roarke, I
came here for help,
not ridiculous fairy tales.
It was a hypothetical
suggestion.
Farfetched, I agree.
I suggest you and your wife
enjoy the luau this evening.
Will you excuse me?
We will get to the bottom of it.
Somehow.
He suspects. Possibly,
he already knows.
Yes. Alert your patrol, but
say nothing about a werewolf.
Just say there may
be some difficulty
around the Tabori
bungalow tonight.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
I am so glad we came.
It's beautiful here.
Mr. Roarke is right.
-You're beautiful. -Hmm. Really?
Now, when did that errant
thought enter your mind?
I haven't been much of
a husband lately, have I?
Well, I'm sorry, darling.
I... I was just teasing.
Oh, it's true.
Half of me is here, and
the other half is caught up
-in God knows what. -[SIGHS]
Well, half a David is
better than no David at all.
I love you, Liz.
I love you so much that what
I'm doing to you rips at my guts
even more than that thing
that happens to me at night.
I'm your wife, David.
Your good times are mine
and your bad times are also.
And you know something?
For the first time in weeks,
I feel g...
[SHUDDERING]
What's wrong?
David?
[BREATHING HEAVILY]
[GROANS]
David?
David?
[GASPS]
-Mrs. Tabori. -Mr. Roarke.
I was just looking for David.
We were dancing and
then he suddenly ran off.
[DISTANT HOWLING]
That sounds like a... A wolf.
There are no wolves on
Fantasy Island, Mrs. Tabori.
[HOWLING CONTINUES]
[GROWLING]
[GROWLING]
May I have a print?
Mr. Roarke! I
thought I was alone.
Oh, you were. In
a very special world
from the expression
on your face.
Just relaxing. Night
photography is a real challenge.
Miss Rowlands, have you
told your father how you feel?
How I feel?
Right now, he's inside the Ole
Island Opry explaining to his friends
that music is your life.
And here you are,
photographing flowers.
I was just relaxing.
I'm a little nervous.
Miss Rowlands, that camera hasn't
left your hands since you arrived.
But your guitar has, hasn't it?
Please, sit down.
Your love is
photography, not music.
Have you told my father that?
No. But you must
at a certain point.
Oh, sure. I'll just march
up to him and say,
"Papa, forget your dreams.
You got a raw deal out of life,
and you sacrificed a lot
for me and my two brothers.
But see, Papa, I got this
real feeling for pictures
the way that you had for music.
[SIGHING] And so, what
I did, without telling you,
was I sent some of my work
to the best photography school
in the world to try
for a scholarship,
because it isn't just a hobby
like you keep wanting to believe."
What about the concert?
Will you do it?
I have to. I'm Charlie
Rowlands' daughter.
Just hang a guitar
on me and away I go.
But you're a better photographer
because that's
where your heart is.
And yet, you will hurt yourself
rather than hurt your father.
I brought him here to make
him happy, Mr. Roarke.
I just have to do it.
What's that?
Notification that you
have won a scholarship
to the National Academy
of Photographic Arts.
Oh!
[HOWLING]
[SNARLING]
[SHEEP BLEATING]
[GROWLING]
[SHEEP BAAING]
[HOWLING]
[GROWLING]
[YELPS]
[GRUNTING]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
Okay. Okay, Charlie,
I'll call Joe Henderson.
He's the head of West
World Records in Los Angeles.
Just as long as you understand,
he's a tough dude to please.
- Will you stop cheating?
- I never cheat.
Charlie, we have a very
selective crowd nowadays.
I mean, they are spoiled.
I mean, last month,
we had Mac Davis,
and before that, Glen
Campbell and Dolly Parton.
[SIGHS] I've only got your word
that Jeanie can
turn my audience on.
Would you just
listen to old Charlie?
I'm telling you, that daughter
of mine is gonna be sensational.
I'm telling you, when
she walks on that stage,
my gal's gonna be the biggest
thing that ever hit this place.
You know, this place could
have been ours, Charlie.
You and me together.
How? I mean, you
never said anything.
Well, how could I?
You were still married to Becky
and then when she passed on,
you just took off
and disappeared.
[WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS]
What the hell was that?
You just tilted the
machine, Charlie.
You just lost your chance.
[SIGHS]
Don't go and do that
with you and me, okay?
Get some materials and
board up the bedroom windows.
Yes, sir.
He just got back a minute ago.
-Is he all right? -I don't know.
He rushed straight to the
bedroom and locked himself in.
Mr. Tabori?
It's Mr. Roarke.
Open up, please.
Mr. Tabori?
It's no use. I tried.
He just won't answer.
David?
Why wouldn't you let us in?
Honey, your hand!
Get her out of here.
It's all right, Mr. Tabori.
It's over for now.
Honey, what's happening?
Where were you last night?
I have the right to know.
[SIGHS]
You don't want to. Believe
me, you don't want to know.
It is time she was
told, Mr. Tabori.
Told what?
Tell me the words. Give
me the way to say it to her.
She will find out eventually.
It's starting to happen.
The dream?
It's no longer a dream.
It's happening to me...
to my body,
my soul.
This... This thing
that haunted my sleep,
this animal,
it's me.
No.
No, it's... It's impossible!
It can't happen!
Mr. Tabori, your name
was once Tabortoch.
You are a direct descendant
of Antoine Tabortoch,
a legendary werewolf
who roamed the foothills
of the Romanian Alps.
But your obsession with
that flower, the Lykos Orchid,
is instinctive.
"Lykos" is Greek for "wolf."
It is believed that the
orchid also draws its life
from the moon,
and therefore is
the only known cure.
The orchid. You said
you'd get it for me.
Yes. But it requires time.
And until then, what?
Another night? More k*lling?
Oh, darling, I'll stay with you.
No. Don't you see, Liz?
I don't want to harm
you, the love I feel for you.
Please, don't let
me destroy that.
Your husband is right. We
will keep him here in this room.
I suggest that you be locked
in one hour before sunset.
Alone.
And make certain
that he does not get out
before I return with
the Lykos Orchid.
Suppose he hurts himself?
Suppose he needs me?
I have posted two
guards outside,
just in case.
[HAMMERING]
[BAND PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC]
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
Hi.
- Hey.
- Papa, could I talk to you alone?
This sounds kind of important.
-Sure. -Hey!
How about a drink?
A toast to the return
of the old has-been.
Get the has-been a drink.
Listen, why don't you just
go on over there, sit down,
make yourselves
comfortable, talk all you want to.
I've got some work I got to do.
Will you lay off him, Sam?
Rowlands.
Nobody turns their back
on Sam Hagen. Nobody.
Now, why don't you
sit your tail down there,
and let's see if you can
still swallow hard liquor
without upchucking!
Sam, I don't drink anymore.
Oh...
Well, Lottie, let... Let's
you and me have a drink.
Come on, get rid
of this stumblebum!
- No. No, get off me, Sam!
- Come on, Lottie!
- Sam, you're hurting me!
- Get Lottie a drink. Come on.
[GASPS]
MAN: Fight!
Attaboy, Charlie.
Get on back in there.
Papa, stop it!
Please, please, Miss Rowlands, your
father can handle situations like this.
Hey, you're looking
great, Charlie!
Even though he is
somewhat out of practice.
-[GASPS] -MAN: Yeah!
You see, western
brawls are a tradition.
A game of sorts.
Spectacular...
expensive...
[GROANS]
but seldom vicious.
Uh, sort of like a
John Wayne movie?
Precisely.
[CHEERING]
[EXCLAIMS]
Save me, if it ain't
just like old times!
You done real good, Charlie.
[LAUGHS]
[CHUCKLES]
[SIGHS]
You said you
wanted to talk to me
about something
important, right?
Uh, yeah. Uh, I wanted to talk
to you about my music career.
Um, well, I... What I mean is,
- I sort of want...
- I... I... I know.
You... You mean you
want to talk to me about
what you want to sing on
the hoedown tonight, all right?
I'm sorry I forgot about
it. Please forgive me.
Sure. Buy me a soft drink?
[CHUCKLES] Okay.
Where did you get that dress?
Well, I bought it
for our trip here.
Why?
It's the same one I
see in my nightmare.
The moon will be rising soon.
It's about time.
I can't leave you alone.
You have to.
Take this.
[GASPS] David!
Take it.
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
-Ma'am. -Come in.
Thank you.
GUARD: It's time.
David! Oh, David!
[SOBBING]
If you have to, use the g*n.
Please.
I mean it.
-David! -I'm sorry.
[SOBBING] David...
[SIGHS]
[♪♪♪♪♪]
♪ Do you remember
When you loved me ♪
Good evening, Mr. Rowlands.
Oh, Mr. Roarke!
Please, sit down.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
So, the big evening you've been
dreaming about is almost here, huh?
Oh, yeah. Yes.
I... I told Jeanie to take it
a little easy in rehearsal.
Save the voice for the
performance, you know.
Oh, I see. I see.
Boy, she's got
everything it takes.
She can belt 'em out.
You know her phrasing is
better than mine ever was.
You know what her problem is?
She don't know how
good she really is.
Mr. Rowlands...
has it ever occurred to you
that your daughter might have
other interests in
life besides music?
[CHUCKLES] Jeanie?
Oh, that camera thing.
That's just a pastime.
No, sir.
That little gal
was born to sing.
No question about
it, Mr. Roarke.
Telegram from Joe Henderson.
The well-known record promoter?
That's right. He's gonna be
here tonight to hear Jeanie sing.
Lottie, you're a miracle woman!
Didn't I tell you? Things
are gonna be fine!
Wait till my little
Jeanie hears about this.
[HOWLING]
[SNARLING]
[SCREAMS]
[GASPS]
David... David, please,
you said that you loved me.
Don't make me do it!
Please, don't make me do it!
[GRUNTING]
[BAND PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC]
-Charlie. -Yeah?
Charlie Rowlands, I want
you to meet Joe Henderson,
boy genius and the head
of West World Records.
- Good to meet you, Charlie.
- It's my pleasure.
I understand she
sounds pretty good.
"Pretty good"? Lucky
for me I ain't still singing.
She'd wipe me right
off the record charts.
Why don't you make yourself
comfortable, Mr. Henderson?
We're just about ready to start.
Thank you.
She'd better be good.
He's a one-sh*t guy.
Would you relax? I'm telling
you, she will knock 'em dead.
Yeah? Well, where is she?
I'll go find her.
[HOWLING]
It came from over this way.
[SNARLING]
[HOWLING]
He's near the cave.
[GROWLING]
[GRUNTS]
[GASPS]
Stay here. Let me
handle matters now.
No! He's my
husband. He needs me.
sh**t into the cave. We
can finish him off in there.
ELIZABETH: Stop!
Stop, please! I
won't let him hurt you!
David? David?
David?
David?
-David... [SCREAMS] -[GROWLING]
I brought you the flower,
the Lykos Orchid, David.
Mr. Roarke!
[GROANS]
Mr. Roarke,
am I...
Yes, Mr. Tabori.
For you, the curse
of Antoine Tabortoch
is gone forever.
-[EXHALES] -[SIGHS]
Oh, darling.
[BAND PLAYING COUNTRY MUSIC]
Jeanie, hon, come on, it's time.
Papa, I can't. I'm not going on.
Oh, now, come on.
You're just a little bit scared.
Everything's gonna be fine.
I'm not scared. Not a lick.
I just don't want to be what
you're trying to make me into.
I don't want to be a performer!
[SIGHS]
Papa, I just don't have any
dedication for going out on that stage.
Now you listen to
me, Jeanie Rowlands.
I'm your old man, flesh and
blood, and music is in your blood!
How can you not like music?
Papa, listen, I love you, but I
don't like everything you like.
I just can't go on.
Oh, yes, you can, Miss Rowlands.
And you will try your
best, as you promised.
What about my
fantasy, Mr. Roarke?
Your fantasy?
Oh, indeed. Your
daughter has one, too,
just as she has her own needs,
Mr. Rowlands, her own life to lead.
I know how much
you love each other,
and I can promise you, both
your fantasies can still work out.
Though perhaps not exactly as
you anticipated, Mr. Rowlands.
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
[CROWD CHEERING]
Friends, you remember I promised
something real
special for tonight.
Well, a new bright
star is born right here
at the Ole Island Opry.
It is my distinct
privilege and pleasure
to introduce to you
Miss Jeanie Rowlands!
[CROWD APPLAUDING]
MAN: Who is she? Who is that?
♪ Do you remember
When you loved me ♪
♪ Before the world
Took me astray ♪
♪ If you do, Then forgive me ♪
♪ And make the world go away ♪
♪ Make the world go away ♪
♪ And get it off my shoulders ♪
♪ Say the things
you used to say ♪
Hey, honey, I got me
a sick old hound dog
that sounds
prettier than you do!
[PEOPLE LAUGHING]
WOMAN: Get her off.
[JEANIE SIGHS]
I want to thank you folks,
and Miss Lottie especially,
for being so nice to me.
I'm out here tonight
because of a dream,
a dream my papa's had
for an awful long time
of seeing me stand right
here on this very spot
where he stood twenty years ago,
and seeing me become
a big singing star.
Well, it's come true.
I'm here and I am a star,
if only in his eyes.
Being a star in my
papa's eyes is all
that really matters to me.
But I gotta tell him something,
and I hope with all my
heart that he understands.
I gotta tell him that
not only is this my
professional debut,
but it's also my
farewell performance,
'cause there's only room
in this family for one star,
and he's it.
So come on up here,
Papa, and take a bow.
Ladies and gents,
Charlie Rowlands.
[ALL CHEERING]
JEANIE: Come on, your old
friends want to see you up here.
Come on, say howdy.
Come on, folks.
Give him a big down-home
welcome. Charlie Rowlands.
MAN : Yeah, Charlie! Get
up there, man! Get up there!
MAN : Come on, man! Sing!
MAN : Yeah, Charlie! Get up
there and sing for all the folks!
MAN : Get up there, man!
[MAN WHOOPING]
Uh, I...
I really don't know
what to say. I... Well...
Don't say anything, Papa. Sing.
Right! Come on,
Charlie, give us a song!
-[CROWD CHEERING] -Come on!
[CHUCKLES] Well, we're here.
We might as well do something.
Uh, how about
"King of the Road?"
Uh, I guess D will
be good, all right?
♪ Trailers for sale or rent ♪
♪ Rooms to let, fifty cents ♪
♪ No phone, no pool, no pets ♪
♪ I ain't got no cigarettes ♪
♪ Ah, but, two hours
Of pushin' broom ♪
♪ Gets an By
four-bit room ♪
♪ Well, I'm a man Of
means by no means ♪
♪ King of the road ♪
♪ Third boxcar, midnight train ♪
Charlie Rowlands.
Sure, I remember
hearing that name before.
He's a mighty fine
performer, Mr. Henderson.
Mmm. Better than "fine," Lottie.
And with a little catching up,
I'm sure I can find a
place for Charlie Rowlands
on my label.
[GASPS]
♪ Well, I'm a man of
means By no means ♪
♪ King of the road ♪
♪ I know every
engineer On every train ♪
♪ All of his young'uns
And all of their names ♪
♪ And every handout
In every town ♪
♪ And every lock That ain't
locked when no one's around... ♪
It would appear that
the Ole Island Opry
has discovered
yet another big
talent, Miss McFadden.
I wouldn't exactly say that
Charlie is an overnight success.
Hardly.
But he's now going to be
the star he should have been
years ago.
♪ Ah, but two hours
Of pushin' broom ♪
♪ Gets an By
four-bit room ♪
♪ I'm a man of
means By no means ♪
♪ King of the road ♪
[CROWD CHEERING]
[BAND PLAYING]
Congratulations, Mr. Rowlands,
with your new career
and your daughter with hers.
Dad's actually gonna
have two jobs now.
Oh?
Singer and husband.
Charlie's gonna need some
help with those youngsters,
as well as handling
his business affairs.
Congratulations, Mr. Rowlands.
I thank you, Mr. Roarke.
- You're most welcome.
- Thank you so much.
-Bye-bye. -Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Mr. Roarke. -Bye.
Boss, what about
the Ole Island Opry?
Who's gonna run it?
Sam Hagen will take
care of everything.
He had been courting
Lottie for years,
hoping to get the job.
Mr. Roarke, what can
we say to someone
who saved both our lives?
Seeing you as you are now,
looking so well and happy
is all the thanks I need.
You both look wonderful. Did
you resolve your problems?
Oh, yes.
Mr. Roarke, if I
could only be sure
that David's nightmare
will never return.
Indeed you can.
The strength of your
love for each other
drove out all the evil.
As long as you remain together,
you will have only pleasant
dreams from this day forward.
Goodbye.
Again, thank you.
-Bye-bye. -Bye.
-Boss. -Yes?
He was not a werewolf.
Indeed. And how did
you reach that conclusion?
Because werewolves don't exist.
Oh, I see.
Are you saying that
being a werewolf
was all in Mr. Tabori's mind?
Exactly.
Boss, what are you looking at?
[GASPS] Boss, my hand!
What?
I... I'm turning into a... A...
A werewolf?
Impossible. It's
all in your mind.
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