["Alfred Hitchcock" theme music]
- Good evening.
Someone seems to have left
this interesting object
at my doorstep.
[clock ticking]
I don't believe it's a baby.
At least, I've never
before heard a baby ticking
quite so loudly.
[zipper whizzing]
What a unique gift,
a clock that is
powered by dynamite.
Tempus fugit, I'll
wager it does.
I see the alarm is set to
go off in a moment or two,
so I should speak quickly.
I wouldn't want to
be interrupted by
any unseemly ringing.
Tonight, we have a drama
concerning some people
who are in the motion
picture business.
And speaking of business,
we come to this item.
[foreboding music]
[birds twittering]
[door thuds]
[slow dramatic music]
[high heels clacking]
[door bangs]
[engine rumbling]
[motor whirring]
[slow sinister music]
[door bangs]
[engine ticking]
[soft dramatic music]
[tools clanging]
- [Leo] Hey, Dancer, hey, hey.
Oh, look who we
got this morning.
- Ha, just another pretty face.
- That's what you think.
She's somebody.
- Yeah?
- You don't see it, do you?
- What?
- The thing surrounding her.
- [Dancer] Like, what is it?
- Like mystery, man, like money.
- Oh, yeah?
- You don't drive up in that
and not give out with
a little mystery,
and a little money.
- A starlet, eh?
- Maybe.
- Leo!
- Yo!
- Come up outta there, will ya?
Pull off your coveralls and
start Miss Revere's car.
The keys are in the ignition.
- Yes, sir.
Revere, Revere, Revere, Revere?
Oh, man, that's who she is.
- Who?
- The daughter of Gavin
Revere and Monica Parrish.
- [Dancer] Who?
- You wanna be an actor
and you never heard
of Gavin Revere
and Monica Parrish?
- No.
- I'm sure it's
nothing very serious,
but then I'm not
very mechanical.
What I know about cars you
could put into a shot glass.
He does insist there's
something wrong,
so you'd better look at it.
- I'll go over it with
a fine-tooth comb.
Excuse me.
Start the motor, Leo?
[motor whirring]
[engine ticking]
Okay, rev her up.
[engine revs]
[engine revs]
[engine revs]
[engine revs]
[engine revving]
[engine revs]
Okay, that's it Leo.
[hood bangs]
Leo?
[hand thwacking]
- Enough?
- Yeah.
- When will it be ready?
- [Bill] Tomorrow afternoon.
- All right.
- Great car, great frame.
You need someone
to take you home?
- No, I can get a cab.
- Oh, not at Wagner's you won't.
I'll take you.
- No, that's all right.
A cab's fine.
- Oh, it's part of my job.
I'll get the keys.
Now, not another word.
[hand tapping]
I love the construction.
- Sounds like it might
be the transmission.
- Keys.
- Yeah, sounds like that.
Uh-huh.
- Come on, come on.
- Oh, wait a minute.
- Give me the keys to your car.
Miss Revere wants
to be driven home.
- Let her get a cab.
- Come on, come on.
[finger snapping]
- You don't waste
any time, do you?
- [chuckles] That's
why I'm a specialist.
[horn honking]
[tools clanging]
[door slams]
[mechanics faintly chattering]
[door bangs]
[door slams]
[engine rumbling]
- That boy is gonna get into
a lotta trouble someday.
- He can take care of himself.
- I wouldn't bet on it.
- You know, I'm a big
fan of your father's.
- Yes?
- Yeah.
I've seen every
one of his movies.
Except, I guess, some
of the early ones.
Some of the silents.
Boy, he was a great director.
- Is a great director.
- Whoops. [chuckles]
Open mouth, insert foot.
Story of my life.
I didn't mean it quite that way.
Past tense is past, and he
hasn't made a film in years.
- Yes, that's true, he hasn't.
- And your mother,
was or is great, too.
- Was, she's retired.
- [sighs] She was
a real stunner.
A little on the hammy side,
but we don't have stars
like that anymore.
[radio dial clicks]
[lively music]
Boom.
Boom.
You believe in fate?
Fate, what is fate?
Well, fate for me
right now is the fact
that I almost didn't
come in this morning.
[chuckles] Boy was
I drunk last night.
Hey, you Swim or Watusi, hmm?
I'm one of the best
Swimmers you can imagine.
- What has the Swim
got to do with fate?
- [laughs] I thought, "Now, why
should I go in this morning?
"Why should I go in?"
but then, something,
fate, you see?
Said to me, it said,
"Leo, get outta bed.
"Get right outta bed because
something's on its way."
That something good
is meeting you.
Aw, she's shy.
- Turn right here.
[tires squealing]
- You know, you look a
lot like your mother.
Prettier though.
- Slow down, please.
[Leo imitates engine revving]
I said slow down.
- You know, I saw one
of your mother's movies
on "The Late Late Show"
a couple of nights ago.
One where she played
a nightclub singer.
Boy, I hate tell you, but
she was real old school.
I never saw anybody
chew up so much scenery.
- Did you ever
see "Death Scene"?
- "Death Scene," no,
I don't think so.
- [Nicky] She was
wonderful in it.
It's her best.
- Your father direct it?
- He directed all
of her pictures.
The next road on the left.
[motor whirring]
[lively music]
[door thuds]
- Mon Vere.
Are you in a hurry?
- Yes.
- Why don't you show me around?
I've read about this place.
- I have to go.
- Aren't you gonna thank me?
[soft dramatic music]
- I insist.
- I'll frame it.
Put it over my bed.
Miss Revere?
Wanna Swim with me?
[doorknob rattling]
[door softly clangs]
[ominous music]
[door thuds]
[engine revving]
- [Gavin] Nicky!
Nicky!
Nicky!
- I'm coming!
[magazines rustling]
- You never saw
"The Richest Dream,"
"Come Fall, Come Love,"
"The Willow Weeps No More"?
- [Dancer] No.
- "Destiny, My Dear,"
"Forgotten Woman,"
"Goddess of the Silver Nile"?
- Hey, what's their house like?
- I only saw from the outside.
She wouldn't let me in.
Oh, boy, it's a place
I'd like to live though.
[Dancer chuckles]
Hmm, you know, her mother
was one of the really bad,
but wonderful stars.
Public loved her.
- Hmm?
She live there alone?
- No, there's
somebody else there.
- [Dancer] How you know?
- I saw someone looking
down on me from the balcony.
Probably him.
- Who?
- Gavin Revere.
[snickers] You know, he
had a terrible accent.
It was during the time
they were all playing polo.
You know, "Giddy-up, horsey,"
kind of a croquet with spurs.
Well, he went and fall down,
go boom, cracked his spine.
Crash.
- Ouch!
- [laughs] Ended
up in a wheelchair.
Tried to make a
comeback years ago.
Made a couple of flops,
"Sinful Sister" and
"Don't Leave Me Alone."
[chuckles] Oh, boy.
That house and all that land
must be worth a fortune.
- [Dancer] Mm-hmm,
yeah, I'm sure.
- Want take a look at it?
- Yeah, sure, after supper.
[glasses clanking]
- It's done, al dente, we eat.
[Dancer speaking in
foreign language]
[Leo laughs]
[motorcycle rumbling]
Behold, Mon Vere.
[gate clanking]
- Hey, man!
[Leo laughing]
Outta the question.
- What?
- No.
- Dancer, she liked me.
- [chuckles] I never
saw one yet that didn't.
- It's true, it's true.
- Wow, [sighs] oh, man.
Yeah, it's big.
- Yeah, it's very,
very, very big.
You know, I've always
wanted a place like this.
You know something?
This may be just the right
time and the right place
and the right opportunity.
Outta my way.
- Well, okay, man.
It's your funeral. [chuckles]
I'll send flowers.
- Yeah?
Carnations, if you please.
[intercom buzzing]
[switch clicks]
- Yes, who is it?
- Hello, Miss
Revere, remember me?
I brought you home
from the garage today.
I just called to say hello
and I think you're beautiful.
- Go away.
- [Leo] [chuckles] It's
only 9:30 and the moon is...
Why don't you come out and
look at the moon with me?
- Go away.
[switch clicks]
[intercom receiver rattling]
- Leo!
[gate rattling]
- Come on.
- Who was that?
- The man from the garage.
[slow sinister music]
[soft dramatic music]
[gearshift clicking]
[Leo whistling]
[door bangs]
[keys jingling]
[doorbell rings]
- Yes?
- Brought the car.
- Fine.
- No more knocks.
Just needed new points
and some spark plugs.
Oh, Mr. Wagner said
I better be sure
that you're
completely satisfied.
- And how would you
be sure of that?
- Oh, by taking a little
drive around the grounds.
[chuckles] I might get fired
if you aren't satisfied.
- Really?
- Really.
And while we're
taking that drive,
I intend to apologize
for last night.
- Well, it was only 9:30.
- And there was a moon.
- Yes, I know.
No more knocking?
- Purrs like a kitten.
Put the spark plugs in myself.
- Nicky, who is that man?
- [Nicky] The man
from the garage.
- Go in the house.
[door clangs]
- Mr. Revere?
- Yes?
- Car's in great shape now.
- Let me hear it idle.
- Sure.
[engine rumbling]
- [Gavin] Too fast,
it's idling too fast.
- I'll fix that.
Mr. Revere?
[hood squeaking]
I just want you to know
it's a big thrill for
me to meet you, sir.
I've been, I guess, a fan
of yours since I was a kid.
I think you're the greatest.
You know, I saw Revere Festival
in New York just last spring.
Went every afternoon
for three weeks.
[chuckles] "The
Perfect Hostess,"
that's my favorite.
Boy, that's great.
Witty, paced like crazy.
You know, you put all these
new directors to shame?
- What do you know about films?
- Well, I came out
here to be an actor,
but I never did
anything, one commercial.
I gave it up for good,
steady employment.
- Then, you never were an actor.
A real actor never gives up.
- [Leo] How's that?
- Better, better.
Were my films
well-attended in New York?
- Packed, audience applauded
all the way through.
You know, they don't make
'em that way anymore.
Mr. Revere, is there some
place I can wash my hands?
- Yes, I'll show you, come.
- You know, my favorite
sequence in all films
is the banana sequence
in "Forgotten Woman."
- Ah, yes, first
door on the left.
- Thank you.
Whoa.
[door thuds]
[door rattles]
[water sloshing]
[high heels clacking]
[suspenseful music]
[doors rattling]
[doors creaking]
[doorknob clicks]
[wheelchair rattling]
Oh, am I somewhere I'm
not supposed to be?
The door was open and--
- Curiosity k*lled the cat.
I once made a picture called
"Curiosity k*lled the Cat."
- Yeah, I know, I saw it.
It's great.
And I saw this one and this one.
And, oh, that one, oh.
And this one.
- [Gavin] Yes, "Death Scene."
- I never saw it.
I've read about it.
- Yes, they write
about me, don't they?
As if I've been dead for years.
But my films will live on.
- Well, don't you wanna work?
- Of course, I want to work.
But not one of them, and
I helped all of them,
all of them get where they are!
Do you think one of them
would extend himself
to help me now? [scoffs]
They don't return my calls.
They think I am
finished, but I am not.
I have got Mon Vere,
and I have got Nicky.
And as long as I have got
Nicky, I am not finished.
You stay away from her.
- Well, I guess I'd better go.
[brooding music]
[doorknob rattling]
[door thuds]
Your old man's in a fit.
I thought he was gonna
start foaming at the mouth.
- Life is very hard for him now.
- [Leo] Yeah.
[soft dramatic music]
But it shouldn't be for you.
- What do you mean?
- [Leo] I mean, you're
getting wrapped up, thrown in,
and buried alive.
It's true.
He's squeezing you
to death, just look.
You can't spend every minute
spooking around a
place like this.
It's like living in a mausoleum.
- I love Mon Vere.
- Of course, you love it.
And, someday,
it'll be all yours.
When can I see you again?
- [Gavin] Nicky!
- Have dinner with me tonight.
- I can't.
- Why?
- Because I just can't.
- Nicky!
- Listen, you're going
to have to go now.
- I'm not leaving
until you tell me
why we can't have
dinner tonight.
Name's Leo Manfred, call me.
You won't, will you?
- Nicky!
[lips smacking]
Nicky!
[doorknob clicks]
[door bangs]
[hood clangs]
[soft sinister music]
- That concludes the
first half of our story.
My new clock seems
to have stopped.
I suppose I shall have
to buy fresh dynamite.
Luckily, our story is much
more easily activated.
It will resume after
the following message
from your friendly
neighborhood station.
[hands rhythmically tapping]
♪ Lover boy, lover boy ♪
- Dancer, knock it off.
♪ Our little sucker here ♪
- Knock it off, you're
making me nervous.
♪ Lover boy, love her ♪
♪ Lover boy, lover
boy, love her ♪
Ah, go soak your head.
- Hey, Leo!
- Yeah?
- Leo?
- Yeah?
- Wagner got a call
from Nicky Revere.
They're having trouble
with the car, again.
She asked for you.
- Well, it's about time.
- Hey, Revere's gonna catch on
you keep monkeying
around with his car.
- Yeah, what do you
wanna bet, Dancer,
it's the fan belt this time?
[Dancer sighs]
- Had that car for 25 years.
Never had any trouble
with it for 25 years.
[groans] Like people
though, I guess.
Once something goes wrong,
everything starts going wrong.
- Yeah, well, it's
nothing serious.
Fan belt needs tightening.
[wrench rattling]
- No mechanic ever touched my
cars when I was up and able.
Did it all myself.
[groans] Things change.
- Yeah, they sure do.
- Country is changing,
the city changes.
Freeway'll be
coming through here.
Soon, they'll start
cutting off the hills
and dividing up the land.
Everything gets
smaller and smaller.
- Land around here must
be worth a lot of money.
- The irony of it, the land.
My talent that bought
the land sits wasting
while the thing it
sits on grows in value.
Mon Vere won't be caught
up in the progress pie.
Mon Vere's standing whole and
big as long as I am alive.
[slow dramatic music]
[soft sinister music]
[menacing music]
[rock clatters]
[water sloshing]
[rock thudding]
[branches rustling]
[dramatic music]
[door bangs]
[hand thwacks]
[soft romantic music]
- Let me in.
[lock clicks]
- [chuckles] You'd break
it, too, wouldn't you?
- Through fire, through glass,
anything to be near you.
[curtains rustling]
You never can tell when
the old man is looking.
Did you tell him yet?
Why?
- I never know what
he's going to do.
- You have to.
- He's capable of anything.
- You have to tell him.
- I know.
- He should be happy for you.
You have to tell him soon.
I can't keep finding things
to go wrong with the car.
It's getting suspicious.
- I know. [giggles]
- Did he say something?
- Well, he's not stupid.
- I've got to see you alone.
Come have dinner
with me in town.
- [gasps] I can't.
- Then tell him.
- I will.
- Tell him, tell him, tell him.
[air hissing]
[barbells rattling]
[phone ringing]
[Dancer groaning]
- Hello?
Yeah, wait.
Hey, Leo!
Leo!
Hey, wait just a minute.
[Dancer groaning]
[Dancer panting]
Hey, Leo, Leo.
- What?
- It's for you.
- Who is it?
- [Dancer] It sounds
like Nicky Revere, there.
- Good morning.
[chuckles] What time is it?
Really? [laughs]
Nah, you woke me up.
Hey, you miss me?
[laughs] Yeah, I'll bet.
What?
You did?
Well, sure, sure, great.
I'll be right there.
Hey, hey.
You love me?
[chuckles] Yeah, good bye.
Dancer!
Dancer!
- Yeah?
- Bring me some coffee.
[Dancer panting]
- Who do you think you are?
- Dancer, you better start
looking for a new roommate.
- [Dancer] Oh, you
going somewhere?
- I'm about to become
the master of Mon Vere.
Marriage, she
spoke to her father
and he wants to see
me this afternoon.
- I don't believe it.
- [Leo] Coming into
the homestretch.
- You've got a big
Oaf for operator.
Invite me up for a drink.
- Yeah, there's
still the old man.
- Oh, that shouldn't
be any problem.
I wouldn't be surprised
to read in the papers
that he went rolling
down one of those hills.
- Dancer, my father-in-law
rolling down a hill?
- She says she loves you.
- I love her, too.
- Ah, yes, love.
And the practical side.
- I have $300 in the bank, a
good steady job at $150 a week.
- See around me
here, here, there?
Reminders, mementos of glory,
faded out of fame,
but still glory.
Aside from their sentimental
value to Nicky and to me,
and it's considerable,
these relics are indications
that she's lived well, always.
I had intended leaving
Nicky a portion of the money
that accompanied this glory.
Mon Vere's all
that's left now, all.
There was a life
insurance policy
at one time before the accident,
but now I am not
considered a good risk.
She'll go through
your $300 in a day.
Maybe she won't, I don't know.
But I must be certain,
when I leave this world,
she's protected.
- I'll take care of her.
- On a bank account of $300?
What would she do if
something happened to you?
Unless, you have insurance?
- No.
- If you wanna marry Nicky,
you'll have to take out a
$50,000 life insurance policy
naming her as beneficiary.
That's my only condition.
[horn honking]
- Sure, you know a good company?
- Yeah, what we have is
handled by Jeremy Hodges,
an old friend of mine.
Let me see.
He's a representative of
the California Mutual.
I have his card
around here somewhere.
I'll find it.
- Fine.
- I have a lot of pride, Leo.
That's all I have a lot of left.
Don't tell Hodges why
you're doing this.
He's a gossip.
I don't want him to know
I'm reduced to making deals.
Don't tell Nicky
what I am asking.
She has more pride than I have.
- Are you two still at it?
[high heels clacking]
It's enough now.
It's time for a drink.
You haven't k*lled each other,
so I take it the terms of
my dowry have been arranged,
and I'm to be given away
for three white horses,
a litter of pigs,
and a string of assorted beads.
Want a drink, Daddy?
- No, thanks, I think I'll
just sun myself a little.
[wheelchair rattling]
- Oh, dear, would you
help Daddy into the sun?
- Sure, sure.
[suspenseful music]
- Thank you.
- You're quite welcome.
[soft sinister music]
Come on in, I'll
give you a drink.
- [Dancer] Hey, yeah,
but I wasn't invited.
- I invite you, come on.
[doorbell rings]
- [Dancer] You're kidding, wow!
- It's Italian.
Everything around
here practically comes
from somewhere else.
Stones from Texas, window
frames from Morocco.
Here's my girl.
Well, don't stand there gawking.
Come on in.
[door bangs]
Nicky, this is Dancer Smith,
my not-for-long roommate.
Dancer, this is my
soon-to-be wife.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- Where's the old man?
- Oh, he's out getting some sun.
Daddy, Leo is here.
- Oh, good morning, Leo.
- Mr. Revere, I'd like you
to meet a friend of mine,
Dancer Smith.
- How do you do, sir?
How are you?
- Are you a dancer, Dancer?
- Yeah, sort of.
- And an actor.
He hasn't given up yet.
- How about giving
us a little dance?
- [Nicky] Oh, yes,
why don't you?
- Yeah, come on, Dancer.
Show 'em what you can do.
- Come on.
- All right.
All right, so you
wanna see a dance?
- [Gavin] Yeah,
let's see your stuff.
- All right.
[hands clapping]
[fingers rhythmically snapping]
[horn honking]
[hands rhythmically clapping]
- Whoa!
[fingers snapping]
- Look out!
- [gasps] Oh!
Watch the wall!
- Hey, whoa!
- Whoa!
- Whoa, buddy boy.
Whoa, buddy boy.
Well--
- Oh, man.
- You all right?
- Yeah.
- Bravo, bravo!
- Bravo right over the edge.
- [chuckles] Look
out for that drop.
What drop?
- It's not funny.
- Years ago, there was
a big fire through here.
Then, the rains caused
the dirt to give way.
Had to build that
retaining wall,
almost a hundred feet high.
Well, let's go in.
I have a little
surprise for you.
- Come along.
[soft dramatic music]
- Take a seat right here.
- We're going to the movies.
- Not to just any movie.
The pinnacle of my career,
the best performance my wife
ever gave on the screen.
[projector clicking]
- [Dancer] Hey,
pretty fancy titles.
- [Leo] Pretty fancy director.
[ice clanging]
- Hey, where's the popcorn?
- Yeah.
- Shh.
[men laughing]
- [Man] There it is, yeah.
- [Leo] "Chicago, the
mecca of reckless youth,
"the fastest city in the world."
[men giggling]
Great, how many days did it take
to get that shot, Mr. Revere?
- [Gavin] Please, shh.
- "Susu, an orphan,
lost in the midst
"of gin, jazz, and
gasoline." [chuckles]
Is that her?
- Yes.
- [Dancer] What's
their motivation?
- [Leo] They never heard of it.
- What?
- Motivation.
[Leo chuckles]
"Susu's employer, Sam
Gread, a gangster." [laughs]
[air hissing]
- Boo!
- Boo, boo!
[men giggling]
[glasses clanging]
[men laughing]
- [Dancer] If we had
a couple of eggs,
we could have breakfast.
You get it, ham and eggs?
[men snickering]
- Yeah, yeah, 23 skidoo!
[men chuckling]
Shh!
[Leo softly retching]
[men softly chuckling]
- [laughs] Now, I could
do better than that.
- [Leo] Shh.
- All I need is a
string of pearls.
[Leo chortling]
[Dancer giggling]
[men laughing]
[Dancer chuckles]
[Leo giggles]
- "He must never know that
I am the one responsible
"for his downfall."
[men laughing]
- Get out!
[intense music]
Get out! Get out!
- Mr. Revere, I'm sorry.
- Get out! Get out!
[men chortling]
- [Leo] Beneath you.
- Leave her alone, get out!
[men laughing]
[men faintly chattering]
[slow music]
- I let it ring all night.
Hello, Nicky?
Hello, is that you?
- He says I can't
see you anymore.
- [Leo] Oh, who
does he think he is?
- "Death Scene" is
his favorite film.
- [Leo] Oh, come on, sweetheart.
It's terrible and
she's awful in it.
- Come in the morning at 10:00.
We'll talk to him together.
Good night.
[receiver clicks]
- Hey, what?
[Leo scoffs]
- He says I can't marry her now.
- Easy come, easy go.
- You think so?
Easy come, easy go?
Tomorrow at 10:00.
- What tomorrow at 10:00?
- [snickers] "The time has
come," the Walrus said.
- [Dancer] Time for what?
- Look out for that drop.
What drop?
- [Dancer] [chuckles] You
haven't got the nerve.
- I've got nerves of steel.
You look tired.
- I didn't sleep
well last night.
- Where is he?
- Out on the lawn.
[door creaks]
Father.
- Good morning, Mr. Revere.
- What's he doing here?
- Nicky and I love each other.
- [Gavin] I don't care.
She's not marrying you.
- She's old enough to
make up her own mind.
- That's true.
- Let her choose.
- All right, my dear, make
your choice between him and me.
[gentle music]
[menacing music]
[Leo thuds]
[water sloshing]
[wheelchair rattling]
[slow sinister music]
- Yes, it was a strange thing.
And we'd only known him
a short time, you know?
Yes, he just delivered the
car from the garage, hmm.
And, you know, he said he was
a fan of Monica Parrish's.
Had been since he
was a little boy.
- [chuckles] Oh, good for him.
[static hissing]
[TV audio distorting]
You what?
Oh, wait a minute.
Tommy, turn it off.
Turn it off, Tommy.
- [Man On TV] [audio distorts]
with a beautiful woman.
[knob clicks]
- What, $50,000?
- Yes, I have the
check right here.
You remember Mr. Hodges,
the insurance man?
Well, he handled the whole deal.
Oh, it's Susu.
[ominous music]
Wanna talk to her?
- [Gavin] Well, now, why not?
- Susu, darling,
here's your daddy.
I give you a kiss, muah.
- Hi, Susu.
Yes, oh, I think I'll try
to find a good script.
I'm feeling fine.
Yes, your mother's fine.
I think she wants
to talk to you.
- Oh, Susu, darling, I just
wanted to know how Bobby is.
Oh, good, his cold
is better then?
Good, tell him his
grandmother sends her love.
Yes, okay, I'll give you
back to your daddy now.
- Susu, we ran "Death Scene"
a couple of weeks ago.
It still holds up, dear.
Your mother's absolutely
wonderful in it.
It's a classic Monica
Parrish performance.
Isn't it, Monica?
- Oh, yes, it is. [sighs]
[heavy sinister music]
it occurs to me that we may
inadvertently have given you
the wrong impression.
You see, Monica and
her husband were caught
and paid for their crime.
I like to keep the
record straight.
As for my clock, I haven't
been able to find a drugstore
that carries dynamite sticks.
Oh, they had some.
But, as you would expect,
not the right size.
[clock rattling]
[b*mb ticking]
Ah, there we are.
And now we shall hear
from our sponsor.
[b*mb ticking]
[clock ringing]
[expl*si*n booms]
[mischievous music]
[bright music]
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