29.97 English from SDH
Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky (2005)
Part 3 The Plains of Cement: Ella's Story
¶ Day by day, I'm more in love with you
¶ When you have your arms around me
¶ I'm nearer and nearer to heaven
¶ Day by day...
- Is that one or two pints of Burton? - Um... One.
¶ Day by day, a sweeter love affair
¶ Slow but sure, you're answering my prayer... ¶
- Evening, Mr Eccles. - Good evening.
Thank you very much, sir.
- Good evening, Ella. - Evening, Mr Eccles.
- You're looking very smart tonight. - It's funny you should say that.
It crossed my mind this morning that this hat has seen better days.
- An old favourite, eh? - Evening, ladies, what can I get you?
- What do you think, Ella? - I'm sorry, Mr Eccles?
My hat. Past its prime, d'you think?
Well, I suppose a new one wouldn't do any harm.
- Bob? - Hello?
- What's the time, Bob? - About half past.
Well, Bob.
Well, Ella.
Brushing his precious hair.
That's right.
I'm surprised at you, Bob.
Talking to those creatures.
- You and your John O'London's Weekly. - What's wrong with it?
Nothing, Bob. Glad to know you've got such literary tastes.
Decline And Fall Of The Roman Empire. Have you read this?
- Almost. - I say.
- That's the first volume. There's six more. - What did he want to write all that for?
I couldn't tell you.
Oh. I suppose I'd better decline and fall downstairs.
See you.
Cold enough for you, ladies?
It is a bit parky, isn't it?
You make a lovely fire, d'you know that?
Thank you.
Mr Eccles, you're in early tonight.
Good evening.
- Evening, Mr Eccles. Your usual, is it? - Yes, I'll have my usual.
Cold tonight, isn't it?
- Yes, it is. - I'm half frozen.
Ta.
- Oh, well. - Oh, well, what?
- What? - Just "Oh, well, what?"
Oh.
You said, "Oh, well," so I said, "Oh, well, what?"
- Well, one often says, "Oh, well," doesn't one? - Does one?
What are you doing in there, Bob?
- What's up? - Nothing.
You've got a new hat, haven't you?
Ah! You notice everything, don't you?
It's very nice.
- You're responsible for this. - Am I?
- You told me I needed a new one. - I didn't.
You did. "A new one wouldn't do any harm," you said.
- It's not the same. - I took it as an order.
- You shouldn't take orders from me. - Oh, shouldn't I?
You interested in the theatre at all?
The theatre?
- Yes, I love the theatre. - The reason is,
I happen to have two tickets for the new play at the Apollo...
- Oh, yeah. - ..and I was wondering if you'd like to come.
Me? I can't afford it.
It's not a question of affording. They'll go to waste otherwise.
- I can't just take an evening off. - They're for a matinee.
Oh... Well, that's not much better. My only free afternoon is a Thursday.
- It's a Thursday matinee. - I've got to go somewhere.
- Have you? - Yes. Thanks all the same.
- Can't you put it off? - It'd be difficult.
- Not impossible? - Well...
- Don't you want to come? - Yes.
Then, why not? You just said you liked the theatre.
- Yes, I do. - Then come.
It seems a pity to miss the chance.
Mm?
- That was pretty good, wasn't it? - Oh, yes. Yes, it was.
Yes, well worth the trouble.
The question is, where are we going to have tea?
- Gonna have tea, are we? - You're free, aren't you?
- I suppose I am...really. - Good.
Are you sure you won't have anything with that?
- A little fancy or the like? - No.
Beautiful young people like to stuff themselves with pastries.
I daresay they do, but if you're not beautiful...
What do you mean by that?
- Milk? - Yes, please.
You haven't answered my question.
All I'm saying is no doubt beautiful people do like eating pastries
but if you're not beautiful...
you don't.
- Sugar? - No, thank you.
What about the beautiful young people who don't like eating pastries?
I don't know about them.
- But you must. - Why? You said you don't like eating pastries.
Mr Eccles, I'm sure you understand what I'm saying. I'm not beautiful.
Ah.
That was a wonderful play, Mr Eccles.
- You liked it, did you? - Oh, yes.
I'm ever so grateful.
Well, there'll be lots more of that.
- What part of the world do you live in? - I'm over at Chiswick at present.
- Very nice. - Yes, it's all right.
I have my sister-in-law staying with me at the moment.
One's relations can get very trying at times.
Yes.
But then, these army people are often like that, aren't they?
Mm.
So, your family are army people then?
Old army people, yes. I'm sure you know the type.
Not really, no.
My brother was in the army but he was just a private.
Got killed in the war.
Dear, dear.
- Were you in the army, Mr Eccles? - No, I wasn't, as a matter of fact.
One does get lonely, don't you find?
You don't get lonely, do you?
Why do you suppose I asked you out?
I dunno.
Why did you ask me out?
I took to you. Do you get lonely?
- I should say. - It isn't nice, is it?
- Haven't you got any friends? - Oh, yes, yes.
If you can call them that. Friends who want to take advantage.
Why would they do that?
I suppose if one's got a little something put by...
- That's not right, is it? - It certainly isn't.
- You wouldn't take advantage, would you? - No, I wouldn't.
Of course, it's nice to be in a position to...
- Yes. - ..as far as one can.
May I?
- Here we are. - After you.
Careful there.
- You haven't told me anything about yourself. - There's nothing to tell.
I'm sure there is. Affaire de coeur, for example?
No, not at the moment.
Surely you have. You can confide in me, you know.
I haven't, honestly.
What about that young fellow in the pub?
- Bob, you mean? - Yes, that's right, Bob.
- What about him? - He's good-looking enough.
Yes, he is good-looking, isn't he?
- But there's nothing between you? - No. No, there isn't.
- Bob isn't interested in me. - I see.
- And I'm not interested in him. - Aren't you?
Good heavens, no.
I suppose we're waiting for Mr Right, then, are we? Is that it?
- Maybe. - Mr Right, eh?
I can make my own way now, Mr Eccles, thanks all the same.
- Eh, what? - It's been a lovely evening.
- Has it? - Yes.
- I'm sure I'm ever so grateful. - Eh? Eh? What? What?
- You shouldn't be doing this. - Mm? What?
- I said you shouldn't be doing this. - What? Hm?
- I really must be going. - You little devil, you.
- I really must. - Aren't you, eh?
Thanks ever so much, Mr Eccles.
Good night.
What was you gettin' up to last night?
Knocked about the West End a bit.
Meet your lady friends, did you?
I don't know what you mean.
You'll get entangled with one of them creatures if you're not careful.
By the way, I saw you last night.
Did you?
Yeah, with that Eccles fella.
- Where? - In the street.
Oh.
- Was I...doing anything? - What do you mean?
- In the street, when you saw me? - You were just walking.
- What else would you be doing? - Oh, nothing.
- Was it good? - What?
The theatre. That's where you went, wasn't it?
Oh, yeah.
Yes, it was good.
- He's nice. - Mr Eccles?
- Nice looking too. - Is he?
Yeah.
But he's old.
We're all getting on.
I suppose we are.
- Hello, Ella. - Hello.
She's not been too well, poor dear. Stiff neck.
She smuggles men in - thinks we don't know.
- Keeps her eye on you though, doesn't she? - Oh, yes, she's good like that.
Drives your stepdad mad though.
How is he?
Doesn't speak to me for days on end. Comes in drunk at all hours.
I found him cooking eggs at three o'clock the other night.
Mum...
I've started seeing someone.
Ah!
- He's a real gentleman. - Is he?
Oh, yeah.
Army people...I believe.
What's he after?
I dunno.
- Nice looking, is he? - He's all right.
Getting on, of course.
- That's sometimes better, isn't it? - I mean...he really is getting on.
Well...perhaps he's learned some sense.
Anyway, we'll see.
He hasn't tried...
- to carry on at all, has he? - Oh, no, none of that. I wouldn't allow it.
No.
Well... I think you ought to keep in with him.
I suppose I ought.
Ah, you see?
- You mustn't mind. - What have I done?
You've done nothing.
Come on now, don't cry.
Don't let him see you're, er...
I better get his tea.
You shouldn't.
Bye, Mum.
- You're a bit late. - I had to wait ages for a bus.
A letter came for you. I shoved it under your door.
"My dear Ella, I write this to say that if the weather is in any way clement tomorrow,
"I shall be in Lion's Corner House in Coventry Street at 3:45pm sharp.
"I shall not expect you to be there and will wait only five minutes.
"But if you would care to meet yours truly, and on no account are you to put yourself out,
"that is where I shall be."
You like chrysanths, do you?
- Yes, I do. - I'm fond of them myself.
- Especially with those double buds. - I rather thought you'd like them.
- I think that's very sweet of you. - Do you?
Yes, I do.
I'm glad you've turned up.
I don't know what I'd have done with them if you hadn't.
- You told me not to come if it was raining. - We have to take risks, don't we?
- I bet you're always buying girls flowers. - Heavens, no.
I'm not the sort of chap to hang around stage doors, or whatever.
Not that I'm not broad-minded, or that I haven't had...feelings.
No.
The younger generation has gone absolutely mad, don't you think?
- Yes. - They stop at nothing.
- No. - They certainly don't.
So, what have you been up to?
- Nothing much. Been to see my mother. - Oh, yes?
How is she?
Not too well, I'm afraid.
- Can we help her out in some way? - It's very kind of you but I don't see how.
A little help of a certain sort is worth a pound of pity, don't you think?
Well...I dunno.
Besides, it may not be too long before I have the right to help, eh?
How do you mean?
- You know. - I don't.
Honestly, Mr Eccles.
Mr Eccles? Suppose we try Ernest, eh? You'll have to sooner or later.
Yes, I suppose I will.
Anyway, I really ought to make a move, Mr... Ernest.
I've got to get back for the evening shift.
We must do something about this job of yours.
Yes, well...
- Thank you for this afternoon. - A pleasure, Ella. Next Thursday, yes?
All right, are you...Ernest?
Eh?
- Are you all right, I said. - Mm.
Good.
You mustn't!
- You mustn't! - Eh?
No, you really mustn't.
- What you kissing me for? - Because I want to.
Why?
- Because I do. - But why?
- Because... - What?
- Because I love you. - No, you don't.
But I do.
- How could you love me? - I don't know, but I do.
- And you love me, don't you? - I don't know you well enough, do I?
- Besides, I'm not in your class. - What's that matter?
It does matter. It just wouldn't work.
What would your family say?
It's what I want, not them.
Yes, but what would we be... to each other, like?
It's not as though we'd be engaged or anything, is it?
We could be.
That would mean we were gonna be married, or something like that.
- And what if we were? - You wouldn't marry me.
I would. I love you and that's all that matters.
- Couldn't you marry me, Ella? - I don't know you.
You'll get to know me, wouldn't you? I want you, Ella. I'm so lonely.
Are you?
- You don't think I'm too old? - Of course not.
- You mustn't think like that. - I can't help it.
I'm scared of losing you. You're so young and beautiful.
- No, I'm not. - Oh, you are.
- I'm not! - You know you are.
Say you love me a little.
You do, don't you?
- Well... - Just a little.
- I suppose so. - Oh, my Ella.
It changes everything, doesn't it - love?
Yes.
When did you first know?
- Know what? - That you cared for me.
Perhaps... Perhaps I didn't ever know.
- You're teasing me, aren't you? - No.
You little puss. I might have to give you a big squeeze.
- I don't think so. - Eh? What?
- You're hurting. - Eh? You little tease.
- I want to tell the whole world. - What?
That we're going to be engaged.
I wouldn't do that.
Look, why don't we keep it a secret... for a while, anyway?
- Why? - I'd just like it to be, that's all.
Little ladies like to have their little secrets, don't they?
Now, now, what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, eh?
- Oh, nothing. - Eh? Little brown eyes puzzlehead.
Well...you talk like our engagement's all fixed and it can't be, can it?
I mean, we're not the same class.
- I'm not educated. I'd let you down. - Of course you wouldn't.
I would, though.
- I'm not a lady and that's all there is to it. - Silly little puss.
I mean, imagine me being introduced to your family.
And there's my family too.
They're only poor, you know.
- You might not like them. - Well...
- I don't have to meet them. - You would if we were married.
Anyway, we love each other and that's what matters.
- But, Ernest... - I love it when you say "Ernest".
What I'm saying is, we ought to think about it.
Do you know what's going to happen in a moment?
What?
I'm going to give you a big kiss if you're not careful,
or else a good spanking. I don't know which.
Eh? Eh?
Ella's got a bit of news.
She's started seeing a gentleman.
Oh. Met him in the pub, did you?
Yes. He...pops in from time to time.
Oh.
Lives in Chiswick. Army people.
What's his name?
Eccles.
- Eccles? - Yes.
Ernest...Eccles.
Ernest Eccles?
Oh.
I've got a bit of news too.
- Have you? - You might be going on your travels, my dear.
- Travels? - Yes. To India.
I bumped into Mrs Beckinsale. I was her housekeeper, oh, 20 years ago now,
and she'd recently met Mrs Sanderson-Chantry,
who's off to India with her husband and two children
and wants a reliable girl to look after them.
Well, I naturally thought of my little niece.
The long and the short of it is,
Mrs Sanderson-Chantry is most anxious to meet you.
As I read it, it's as good as in the bag.
30 shillings a week, my dear, and you'd be off in six weeks.
- You think there's a chance? - Of course.
If you write the right sort of letter.
I wouldn't dwell on the fact that you're a barmaid, dear.
Give the impression it's more of a hotel than a pub.
And wear that nice new coat and hat of yours.
- You're having second thoughts, aren't you? - No.
- Why, are you? - No.
No, it's not a question of me, it's other people.
Your sister-in-law.
There's been a fine old how do you do.
Oh, yes?
- They don't think it'd be a suitable match. - Perhaps they're right.
What would you think if one of your relations married a barmaid?
- I wouldn't think anything. - Yes, you would.
- You'd think she was after your money. - But you're not.
- How can you be so sure? - Because I understand you.
I know every thought that's going on in that dear little head of yours.
I thought we might fix up a meeting.
- With your sister-in-law? - I'm sure she'd like you.
- Wear that smart hat and coat... - I thought it was secret.
- If we're to be married... - When'll that be?
- Two or three months. - Two or three months?
Before that if we can get things in order. That's why I wanted to talk about it.
I'd like to get the ring next week, and then you'll really be mine.
And I won't ever let you go.
- Won't you? - Mm.
You got the message then?
Your mother's been up two nights without a wink.
- How is he? - Not too good.
He was taken ill a few nights ago. Terrible pain he's been in.
- What did the doctor say? - Well...
But miracles can happen, believe me,
and we're looking after him ever so well, I promise.
Hello, Mum.
- You look ever so tired. - She's a saint.
You've been very good. Thank you.
I'll leave you to it. Pop back later, see how you are.
What did the doctor say?
He...might last the week, a fortnight, maybe.
There's not much hope.
I've...been through his papers.
Oh, yeah?
I'll have a little something coming, Ella.
- He's got quite a lot put by. - Has he?
About £500.
- That much? - Mm-hm.
Of course, he could get better.
Well...
let's hope he does.
Yes.
Why use expletives when decent words will do?
Fellow I read about, instead of "damn and blast", says "mice and mumps".
- I think that's a good idea, don't you? - Yes.
"Mice and mumps!" Got it off his chest hadn't said anything he regretted.
- "My giddy forefathers" is enough for me. - Is it?
All these B's get on my nerves. Can't stand B's, can you?
- No. - D's are bad enough but B's!
And all this dragging in of the deity, not that I'm a religious man,
although I think there's something there, something that guides us, don't you think?
- Maybe. - I suppose in fact I am a religious man.
- I believe in the power of prayer, don't you? - I don't really know.
Oh, but you must, you must!
It's so easy once you've started to get in touch with the spirit upon the waters.
Is it?
I see I'll have to take charge of your spiritual as well as your bodily welfare.
Although I suspect little ladies are more worried about high heels than heaven, eh?
- Something for you, Ella. - Oh, thank you.
"Five Amprey Gardens, NW3.
"Mrs Sanderson-Chantry thanks Miss Dawson for her letter
"and would be obliged if she would call to talk the matter over
"between two and quarter past three on Friday afternoon.
"E Sanderson-Chantry."
A punka. Yes, it's a fan -
a piece of material on a pole.
Electric, is it?
Good heavens, no! It's worked by a man on the veranda.
He lies out there with the string attached to his big toe and slowly wiggles it.
- I see. - You'd get the hang of things soon enough.
Now, is there anything else you'd like to ask me?
No, madam, everything seems quite clear.
Buster, quiet!
Your aunt was right. It would seem that you're suited to the post.
But there is a little snag which I feel I ought to mention.
There was another girl whom I interviewed some weeks ago, who was...
well, to be frank, perfect.
The problem is, she hasn't yet been able to decide whether to accept the post, so...
Buster, do shut up!
..it's rather impossible for me to make you an offer.
Do you know when...
when you might be...knowing, madam?
A few days at the very most.
Then perhaps you could let me know...
madam, when you hear.
Of course I will. Oh, Buster, you are naughty.
Personally, I doubt she'll accept, but then...
I'm so glad to have met you.
Likewise, madam.
- Excuse me. - Yes?
Are you the famous Ella?
- That's right. - I thought so.
You and I have a mutual friend, I think.
- I don't think so. - Oh, yes, we have,
and I must say, old Eccles has very good taste.
She blushes very nicely too, doesn't she?
- You must be making some mistake. - No mistake.
He told me all about you.
Ooh, quite a little spitfire too.
- You all right? - Yeah, I'm all right.
I see your friend's at the pictures this week.
- Who's that then? - Richard Dix.
- Oh, him. - I thought you'd like to see him.
- I can't afford it. - I'll take you.
You are free, aren't you?
"Mr E Eccles,
"12 Mountford Street, Chiswick.
"Don't meet today. Afraid engaged.
"Ella."
¶ Are the stars out tonight?
¶ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright
¶ Because I only have eyes for you ¶
- Shouldn't spend your money on me. - You enjoyed it, didn't you?
Yes, it was lovely.
What you need is a wife to look after you.
You may be losing me before long.
How d'you mean?
- Don't tell no one, will you? - No.
- Honest? - Cross my heart.
Well... I got a job.
What kind of job?
Looking after kids...in India.
- India?! - Yeah.
My auntie got me an interview with a family in Hampstead. They're off to India
- and need someone to look after the kids. - That's great. It's all fixed?
Not quite, no.
They're waiting to hear from this other girl but if she says no, then the job's mine.
I should take it, shouldn't I, Bob, if they offer it?
Oh, yeah. India, just fancy.
It ain't half bad, is it?
And she's a real lady too.
What's a real lady?
A real lady?
Well, a real lady, of course.
Like you, you mean?
Being a lady isn't what you are, it's how you are.
I'm just as much a lady as some of those anyway, the way they go on.
Who are "those", then?
Those that are, I suppose.
Oh, then there is a real kind of real lady.
Don't talk so silly.
- You won't miss me. - You bet I will.
No, you won't. You've got your girl to think about.
What girl?
Well...
if you ain't got one now, I expect you will one day.
I daresay I will...
one day.
- Letter for you, Ella. - Thank you.
Nice sorta day, ain't it?
"Mrs Sanderson-Chantry regrets not having been able to write before,
"and wishes to say that she is now suited.
"She hopes Miss Dawson has been put to no inconvenience. E Sanderson-Chantry."
India's off.
- What? - That job in India, they don't want me.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Yeah.
- I suppose that girl took it. - She must've.
Oh, well.
Sorry to hear about your cold.
- How is it? - Still there.
As a matter of fact, I was wondering about your telegram.
- Had someone died? - No, I just couldn't come, that's all.
You must have money to burn, sending telegrams.
Nothing wrong with extravagance from time to time.
I hope that won't be your attitude in the future.
- What did happen? - I had to go out.
- Oh, yes, who with? - With Bob, as a matter of fact.
- Who? - Bob.
- You don't mean the waiter, do you? - Yes, I do.
- I didn't think I'd have a waiter as a rival. - Don't be silly.
Silly, am I? For not being best pleased at my plans being upset
- because you went out with a waiter? - Bob's as good as anybody,
- and I was feeling fed up with you at the time. - Fed up? With me?
- Yes. - Really! I think you forget our positions.
What positions? Just because you're well off doesn't make you God.
Bob doesn't send friends to spy on me.
- What do you mean? - You know very well.
I'm sure I don't.
The man you sent to the pub to look me over.
- When did he come? - See, you do know!
I will not be discussed and spied on like you were buying a horse.
- I have got feelings. - You don't like my oldest friend?
If that's your oldest friend, I don't like his manners.
- Doesn't surprise me, the company you keep. - Watch out!
- Sorry, I'm sure. - Can't you hold it higher?
- You're pushing your luck. - There's no need to shout.
- I wasn't shouting! - There you go again.
My patience is fast running out.
You can always call it a day. I wouldn't mind.
- Oh, wouldn't you? - No!
I think you would. You have an eye on the main chance. Don't think I don't know.
Ohh!
Ella! Come back.
Come back.
Ella.
Bob?
Bob? You up, Bob?
No.
It's getting on.
Ivy.
Fancy seeing you.
It's your stepdad.
He's better. Happened last night.
His temperature dropped and there he was, sitting up, right as rain
giving your old mum an 'ard time as normal.
It warms your heart to hear him back on form again.
It's a sort of miracle, Ella, and I felt I just had to tell you
so you wouldn't be worrying yourself sick over Christmas.
Good job Christmas comes but once a year, eh, Ella?
It was a lovely day, guv, thanks ever so much.
- How's the missus? - I don't think we'll see much of her today.
There'll be a few sore heads this morning.
Who's a popular girl?
"Dear Ella, Christmas is upon us once again,
"and I'm not the man to harbour anything, least of all a grudge. I never was.
"Funny, but there you are.
"I now see I was as much in the wrong as you over our little flare-up.
"You look so pretty when you're in a pep, by the way.
"The truth is, I get attacks of the blues at times and then I'm very crotchety.
"If I'm ever to be your hubby,
"you will have to know my moods when they come along.
"When shall we meet?
"Toodlums still has to give his little puss her Christmas present."
"What wretched weather we're having.
"Hardly seasonable, is it?
"The rooftops should be covered with snow.
"The good, old-fashioned Christmas seems gone forever.
"You are always in my thoughts. More than I would care to tell.
"So, let us forget the past and look to the future.
"Yours, Ernest."
- Er, Ella? - Yes, guv?
- Could I have a quick word? - Of course you can.
- It's about Bob. - Has anything happened to him?
No, no, no, no, it's just that...
he's gone.
I know. He went to Brighton yesterday for his holiday.
Gone for good, I mean.
He came back this afternoon, not long after you popped out as a matter of fact.
Said he was going back to sea. Something he always wanted to do.
And he's decided now's as good a time as any, so...
So he settled up with me, packed a few things and off he went.
Honest as they come, that boy.
He left a special message for you.
He sent his love and said he's sorry he couldn't see you.
We'll all miss him.
He was a nice lad.
"Dear Mr Eccles, thank you for your letter.
"I've been thinking about things
"and have decided we would never be suited to each other.
"We're not in the same class and I do not love you enough.
"I thank you very much for the kind interest you've shown in me,
"but this is final, I'm afraid.
"I'm sorry if I've put you to any inconvenience.
"Yours regretfully, Ella."
Ella?
- What you doing here? - I've been to the pictures.
What are you doing here? I thought you'd gone to sea.
Not till next week.
Oh.
D'you fancy some tea?
Come on.
Why'd you leave so sudden?
I was gonna write to you.
- No, you weren't. - I was, Ella, honest.
I wouldn't forget you.
Here you are.
You be mother.
So where you going?
Iceland, first of all.
That's a funny place to go.
We're sailing Wednesday.
- When did you decide to leave? - I've been thinking about it for a while.
- I wasn't doing much good here. - Weren't you?
I wasn't going nowhere, was I?
What you doing with yourself at the moment?
Oh, I'm making do.
- You left all your books behind. - I don't want 'em.
- But you love them. - Don't need 'em any more.
You have 'em...as a present.
Thank you.
It's strange -
you not being there in the next room.
- I used to hear you moving about. - I used to hear you sometimes.
Oh, Bob, you shouldn't have gone and done it.
Things have to change sometimes, don't they?
I better go.
- Will you write? - Yeah, I'll write, if you'll answer.
Oh, I'll answer.
Will you post this for me, please?
Mr Eccles, eh? Still mad about you, is he?
Dunno.
You've no time for him, have you?
He's too old.
And I'm young, aren't I?
Course you are.
Don't you worry, Bob.
And you will write, won't you?
Yes.
And don't forget to post that letter.
No, I won't.
Here's my bus.
Well...
Bye, Ella.
Goodbye, Bob.
You've got to kiss me, you know...
cos it's goodbye for good.
Thank you.
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