♪ ♪ What's going on?

ROBINA: Douglas came to see me the other day.

And he told me about your condition.

I don't want anything from you.

(guns fire in distance) ALBERT: They know where I live.

CLAUDIA: When they win, their ideas win, and one of their ideas is to kill children like Hilda.

I will get this information out.

I don't think it would be good for the Rosslers if you did.

TOM: I'm deserting.

I think you should go back.

To war, that you hate.

Look at me.

The order is that we fall back now, sir.

Thank you, Sergeant.

For helping me.

Everybody out!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (camera shutter clicks) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ LOIS (voiceover): ♪ All I do is dream of you ♪ ♪ The whole night through ♪ ♪ With the dawn, I still go on ♪ ♪ And dream of you ♪ NANCY: It comes as little surprise but with no less horror to the rest of Europe that Belgium, like Poland before it, has fallen.

The Allied forces have failed to overcome the might of the Blitzkrieg campaign, being far outnumbered, and many British troops now find themselves cornered.

It seems they have little choice but to head to the coast, many taking the same route as thousands of displaced civilians.

Where are we?

Due west of... knows where.

We're heading to the coast.

That's all we need to know till we hit more of our lads again.

JOE: So we don't know where we are.

(Stuka approaching) STAN: Shelter, lads!

Keep hold of your wedding tackle!

No returning fire!

No returning fire!

JOE: Go!

Move!

JOE: Get down!

(Stukas roaring) Whose kid is that?

(Stukas approaching) Get down!

Get down!

(Stukas roaring) (catching breath, baby crying nearby) (explosion sounds in distance) (bomb whistling, explosion sounds in distance) (steam hissing, machines humming) Heil Hitler, Herr Rossler.

FRAU PESSLER: (door closes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ HILDA: CLAUDIA: ROSSLER: ♪ ♪ (shouting): (birds chirping) (sniffs) You can go and look bored elsewhere if you prefer, Jan. (chair scrapes) (footsteps retreating) How's he getting on?

I can't work out if his dourness is a racial characteristic or his personal disposition.

Not sure the Poles are a race.

They aren't like us, are they?

(chuckles softly) If you ever want me, uh, to take him fishing or go and kick a ball about, I'd be more than happy to, you know.

Anyway, I, uh, I wondered if you had seen this.

Thinking about your Harry.

"Forsaken without warning"?

Well, that does sound like Harry.

I didn't mean it, it was his responsibility.

At least not this time.

(chuckles) I meant, uh, well, I was worried about the lad.

(sets newspaper down) My lad, too, Tom.

Yes, it is very worrying.

But it also means that we'll have them home soon and have to negotiate with Herr Hitler.

Then we can all get back to normal.

Right, yeah.

I thought you were a pacifist, Douglas.

(clicks tongue, chuckles softly) JOE: Look sharp, lads.

(rifle actions clicking) She looks a bit like you, private.

You sure you haven't been to France before?

Up to two months ago, I hadn't been out of Leeds.

Must remind you of home after a town's been bombed, then.

Very funny.

It's just the petrol tank.

♪ ♪ HARRY: Joe, stay with her.

(tapping in truck) What's that noise?

JOE: Get back, come.

(tapping and banging continues) ♪ ♪ STAN: What the hell is he doing?

♪ ♪ GEOFF (stammering): Guinness... Guinness, Guinness is good for you, Guinness.

Guinness is good for you, Guinness is good for you.

(whimpering): Guinness is good for you, Guinness is good for you.

(whispering line repeatedly) ♪ ♪ What's your name, mate?

You all right?

Geoff, Geoff, Geoff.

Geoff, Geoff.

Geoff, Geoff.

Is that a stripe I see on your arm?

Where's the rest of your unit, squadron leader?

Answer the lieutenant!

All right, Sergeant, we're not going to shout it out of him.

Might be a Jerry, sir.

Nicked one of our lads' uniforms.

He just told me his name is Geoff.

Well, he's hardly going to say it's Fritz, is he, sir?

Sarge!

Sir!

Better take a look.

♪ ♪ (men whimpering) (all whimpering) HARRY: I think they're shell-shocked.

(laughing) (birds chirping) You just got to get 'em between them two sticks, okay?

♪ ♪ Right, come on, then.

(Robina tapping on window) Ignore her.

Come on.

Oh, right through me legs!

Oh, good shot.

(laughs) DEMBA (speaking French): STAN: Heads up, lads, I'm giving the windscreen a quick clean.

(shouting, whimpering) (glass shattering) TAFFY: You're making me look like a right clown.

Come back, hey?

Come back.

Sit down.

(soldiers whimpering, murmuring) STAN: So, what's the tale?

They got separated from their unit at Ypres.

They've been helping look after the shell-shocked lads.

STAN: Shell shock.

That's what they're calling it is it, sir?

What do you think is going on here, Sergeant?

Are you saying these men aren't shell-shocked, or they are all undercover Nazis like Geoff?

One or two'll be swinging the lead.

Stands to reason.

Let that be on their consciences.

We just need to find a way to get them to the next field hospital.

Can't we just leave them here?

They're not injured, they're not even ours.

You can cut it out now, Sergeant.

I won't tolerate you talking about men who are fighting on our side as though they are disposable.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Right, sir.

Just been talking to a family back up the road, sir.

They're leaving.

Said they'll take the girl.

Happy now?

(sighs) Couldn't be happier.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (truck engine puttering) HARRY: (woman speaking French) DOUGLAS (voiceover): Got a lot of color in the lad's cheeks, that's for sure.

(chuckles): True.

And I'm sure my flowerbeds will recover in time.

Right, yeah.

Sorry about that.

We'll, uh... We'll stay in touch, then, eh?

Will we?

Is that the protocol?

Well, yeah, it can be.

And, uh, we'll see how this little rum'un gets on, eh?

Yes, yes.

The rum one will always be pleased to see you.

(chuckles) Right.

(bicycle rattles) ♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ Merci.

(truck tailgate closing, French soldiers speaking) We haven't declared war on the French, have we, sir?

Not so far, but I wouldn't put it past us.

Well, one of the mad lads in the back thinks he's Napoleon, so we could always ask him.

The town is still in French hands, but they don't know for how long.

We can't get any radio contact, but there's a casualty clearing station.

Sir.

Where we can get you seen.

Come on, mate.

Me, sir?

What about, sir?

(softly): That wound you've been keeping from me.

And what wound is that, sir?

The one that has you touching your gut every five minutes.

As though you had a bad pint or five at lunch.

I can walk off a bad pint, sir.

You get it looked at here, or I order you to stay here.

Up to you.

(horse nickering) I think I liked you better when you were a soft touch, sir.

(soldiers moaning) (soldier coughs) (soldiers murmuring) Who is in charge here?

It's probably me.

You're American?

Webster O'Connor.

American Hospital in Paris, Field Hospital B-- pleased to meet you.

I have eight traumatized men.

I need to get them on a hospital ship.

Well, when you find that hospital ship, then let me know, and I'll send eight of mine with them.

Otherwise, they'll end up prisoners of war.

(clears throat) I am nowhere near being able to give these men the help they need.

I can't take these guys, too.

Can you help one guy?

It's a physical wound but he's too stubborn to get help.

I'll get a nurse to look after him.

Henriette?

Webster.

Bullet wounds, shrapnel, all kinds of (no audio).

Glad to hear you really getting to grips with the medical jargon.

When I volunteered, I thought I'd be driving old ladies round Paris.

You're a jazz man-- chaos is your thing.

(chuckles) (winces, grumbles) You need to hold still.

I'll do as I am told.

I am good at taking orders-- just ask my officer here.

You are lucky that you got here when you did.

Yeah, we would have got here sooner, but the Pied Piper kept picking up waifs and strays.

(sighs) I spoke with a French officer outside.

Two of our units and two French units have dug in 30 miles inland.

So we have a bridgehead to the coast.

We get behind that perimeter and evacuate.

(birds chirping) (air raid siren blaring) Take cover!

Geoff!

Geoff!

(shouting) Geoff, come on!

No.

No, no.

Geoff!

Geoff!

(airplane droning) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ STAN (voiceover): Think it's true, sir, or just... Jerry being Jerry?

HARRY: Are you quoting Winston Churchill directly there, Sergeant, or is that a rhetorical flourish all of your own?

(Stan and Geoff laughing) I tell you what it does mean, Sergeant.

The planes have been over, and the Panzers will be here in what, a day?

We'll set out first thing.

All right, then.

♪ ♪ (explosions sounding in distance) ♪ ♪ (gun fires, soldier groans) ♪ ♪ (gun fires, soldier groans) ♪ ♪ (cocking pistol) (pistol misfires) (both grunting) (gun fires) (soldier talking softly) (gun fires) KASIA: TOMASZ: KASIA: TOMASZ: KASIA: TOMASZ: KASIA: (finishes riffling) (people talking in background, hammering, planes droning) What are you looking for?

Divine inspiration?

(chuckles): Something like that.

It's not exactly France, is it?

Any closer to home and we'd be able to walk here.

(chuckling) TED: Lois.

Bit of a delicate matter.

Hmm.

Wondering if you can just stay still when you sing today.

"Stay still."

Yeah, I think I can manage that, Ted.

'Cause when you move, not everything else moves at the same time, if you get my meaning.

Oh, are you saying I wobble, Ted?

No, no, no.

Just some of these lads have got mothers, you know.

Some of these lads.

They don't want to be looking at a lady in the family way in a way they might look at a normal woman.

Might be easier if you gave them blindfolds, Ted.

(both laughing) ♪ ♪ (oars rowing) TOM: How come our ship is called HMS Keith?

"Keith" isn't the name you give to a fighting ship.

What?

All the other ships are called Atlantic, Calcutta, Dreadnought.

And we get Keith.

Well, what's the problem with that?

Keith was always the name of that kid who wore a balaclava till April.

Candle-wax snot hanging from his nose.

How many trips back and forth have we done?

20?

And not one tip all day.

Would you like it better if it was HMS Tom?

If it was called HMS Tom, it wouldn't be here, mate.

It'd be cruising round the brothels of the Med.

(chuckles) SOLDIER: Single file, lads.

(soldiers shouting commands) ♪ ♪ (soldier shouting commands in distance) MAN: Hey, you!

What are you doing here, where's your uniform?

I'm a musician, this is my uniform.

Yeah?

I don't hear any music.

I don't see any fighting either, but you're still dressed up as a soldier.

You're a spy, aren't you?

Oi, lads, we got a spy over here!

Yeah, I'm a spy, that's right.

This disguise here really helps me to blend in on my walk from Paris to Dunkirk.

LOIS (voiceover): No news is good news, hey?

Well, I must be drowning in good news, then, in that case.

Eddie will come back.

He's in France.

So is Harry.

At least he's in the Army.

At least he has a gun.

Eddie has a trumpet.

(chuckles softly): Well, if he plays some of that modern jazz music, he'll have the Germans surrendering in no time.

(chuckles): A joke.

My goodness, things must be looking up.

(propeller whirring in background) Have you made a plan yet?

You going to raise the child on your own?

Or give it away?

I don't want to talk about it.

Don't want to talk about what?

Do you want these microphone stands on the stage?

LOIS: That's right.

I heard you had to be intelligent to be a pilot.

(chuckles humorlessly) One center stage and one by the piano, thank you.

The piano...

The piano.

STAN: Lovely, another bloody roadblock.

Nothing for it, going to be a hiking job from here on.

(door opens) ♪ ♪ (inhales) (soldiers exiting carrier) (fire crackling) (explosions sounding in distance) ♪ ♪ (soldiers talking in background) I always wondered what a safe haven looks like.

(explosions continue in distance) Get Joe and Taffy down to the beach.

If the map's right, then there's a path through the woods.

Just get out.

Just get out on anything you can.

What about you?

(inhales) I'll wait it out till it stops raining bombs.

There's no way we can get shell-shocked men through a full-on raid.

How you going to evacuate them on your own?

We can't just leave them here, can we?

Sir... And I'm the senior officer.

So it's down to me.

Sir.

(explosions continue in distance) (flames crackling, explosions continue) Joe, Taff.

Get down to the beach, get on anything you can.

Ship, cruiser.

Rubber ring, just... Just get yourselves home.

What about you, Sarge?

Me?

I'm staying here.

Till they stop dropping bombs on the crazy gang here.

Go on, sod off.

Get me an ice cream.

Good luck, Sarge.

(birds chirping) ROSSLER: CLAUDIA: ROSSLER: CLAUDIA: ROSSLER: CLAUDIA: (exhales) (geese honking in distance) CLAUDIA: ROSSLER: (Vernon playing piano, people talking in background) (continues playing) Oh, sorry.

Presumptuous.

Really?

Thought it was Chopin.

Oh, I see, yes, uh... That's very good.

Vernon Hunter, I'm a pilot of sorts.

Lois Bennett, singer of sorts.

When's the happy event?

I think we're on in about an hour.

No, no, no, no, I meant... Yeah, I know what you meant, Vernon, I'm just, you know... Fed up of people asking.

Fair enough.

(clears throat) You aren't flying over to France, then?

Oh, no, not today.

I got crocked on the way back two days ago, so until they get my kite back in action, I'm... At a bit of a loose end, so I thought I'd bring a few of my injured boys down here for the, uh, entertainment.

That's kind.

It's about the only thing left to believe in, isn't it?

Kindness?

(blurting): And your husband?

Is he in the forces?

If you don't mind me asking.

I'm not married.

The father is, just not to me.

Oh.

I see, well... Life is full of surprises.

TED: He don't mean any harm.

But nothing a cup of tea and a biscuit won't improve.

Do you take sugar?

Two, please.

Thank you.

(footsteps retreating) (explosions sounding in distance) HARRY: We're staying put tonight, lads.

We'll stay with you.

(sighs) GEOFF: You... are... kind.

I'm not kind.

Stupid, more like.

So, who's at home for you, Geoff?

Wife?

Kids?

(quietly): Yes.

What are they called?

(quietly): They called... (voice breaking): Geoff.

(Geoff stifling cries) Easy to remember, I suppose.

(Stan chuckles) Are you still sure this lot's worth killing yourself over?

We've got them to the coast.

They're as safe as any of us.

They have as good a chance as any of us-- better, probably.

They're already mad, we're just getting there.

(Stan clicks tongue) I'm going to try and get some food.

When I come back, I want you gone.

That's not how it works.

(sighs) You give the order, I stay and make sure it gets carried out.

The Senegalese lads have volunteered to stay already.

If you're still here when I get back, I'll report you for insubordination.

As you say, sir.

What are you thinking, sir?

HARRY: I'm wondering if you still don't believe in shell shock.

I believe in cowardice more.

You know, you remind me of my mother.

The wisdom.

And the legs.

(chuckles) Pleasure and an honor, sir.

See you for a pint back in Blighty.

You can get the first one in.

Typical officer.

♪ ♪ I didn't know he was married.

I know that's what any woman would say, so whether you believe me or not... You talk as though I'm going to judge you.

You don't have to apologize to me or explain anything.

You might want to tell the rest of the world that.

I try and kill other men every day I fly.

You don't judge me for that, do you?

No.

No, I don't.

My dad might.

He's a pacifist.

Mmm, good for him.

I'm not brave enough.

See, I, I'm not fighting for Britain, not for Mr. Churchill.

But so that people can carry on with living their lives in whatever way they choose.

That is the only freedom I'm fighting for.

So you're an anarchist, then, Vernon?

Yes, I suppose I am-- me and Mr. Orwell.

(chuckles) I meet a lot of men who think they're strong, Lois.

But I know real strength when I see it, and you... You have it in abundance.

Well, thank you.

I don't feel very strong right now.

But thank you.

♪ ♪ (soldiers shouting orders in background) (waves crashing) TOM: Come on, move it, lads!

Fritz is due to call again soon, and he won't be selling ice creams.

Now, you've had all day to sunbathe-- get onboard.

Let's all go home, hey?

Come on, let's go!

Let's go!

Let's go!

(soldiers shouting in background) Oi.

TOM: Come on, lads, let's all go home.

Yeah, nice one, lad, get on board.

Go on, here you are, pal?

No chance.

Get to the back and wait your turn.

You cannot stop me.

Oh, yeah?

I can with this, mate.

Jerry's only gone for his tea break, and if we don't get away in this tide, we get sunk.

So, killing you is a small price if it stops all these fellas buying it, too.

I'm ready for death.

We're all ready for death, mate!

We're all ready for death.

Shoot me!

Get out of the way.

Go back and fight for your country, you Polish bugger!

TOM: Right, behave, lads!

Any more hassle, and I'll be going home with a boat half-full, all right?

Now, let's go, come on!

MAN: Come on, lads.

(soldiers and sailors shouting in background) TOM: I'll put the kettle on for us.

Let's go, let's go home, come on, lads.

(crying softly) Come on, let's go, let's go, come on, come on.

Move out, lads.

Let's go home, lads, come on, lads, let's go home.

♪ ♪ It's bad.

It's bad, it's bad, it's bad, it's... What is, Geoff?

What's bad?

Badness inside.

That's not badness you've got inside you, Geoff.

That's just pain.

(Stuka approaching) Get to the truck.

Get to the truck.

Get to the truck, get to the truck!

Get to the truck!

Right, go, go, go, go!

Go!

Geoff, Geoff!

Geoff!

(soldiers groaning, glass shattering) (panting, Stuka droning) HARRY: Go, Geoff!

(machine guns firing) Geoff, get in!

(soldiers shouting) (Stuka droning) (shouting) (audio fades, debris clattering) (panting, coughing) (soldiers talking in background) (cannons firing) ♪ ♪ (men shouting, Stukas buzzing) (soldiers groaning, shouting) ♪ ♪ (Stuka droning) ♪ ♪ (Stuka droning) ♪ ♪ Is he dead?

Have you heard?

Hey?

Have you heard?

Is who dead?

What are you saying?

Is who dead?

Your boy, my boy.

Have you heard anything, about the ships that went down?

Today.

Have you had the news on?

No, I've been doing the crossword-- much more edifying.

What use is the crossword when our Tom could be dead, eh?

Eh?!

Oh, please, please keep your voice down, Douglas.

You might frighten Jan. DOUGLAS: You must know something.

Why don't you know anything?

Go home and pull yourself together, Douglas.

I'm disappointed in you.

♪ Pack up all my cares and woe ♪ ♪ Here I go, singing low ♪ ♪ Bye-bye, blackbird ♪ ♪ Where somebody waits for me ♪ ♪ Sugar's sweet, so is she ♪ ♪ Bye-bye, blackbird ♪ ALL: ♪ No one here can love or understand me ♪ ♪ Oh, what hard-luck stories ♪ (Lois joining in): ♪ They all hand me ♪ ♪ Make my bed, light the light ♪ (soldiers' voices fade): ♪ I'll arrive late tonight ♪ LOIS (solo): ♪ Blackbird ♪ (playing "Blackbird" on trumpet) LOIS AND SOLDIERS: ♪ Blackbird ♪ (Stuka drones, machine gun firing) (Stuka fading, explosions pound in distance) (camera flash snaps, people talking in background) VERNON: May I just say, you were absolutely wonderful.

I'm going to have to start a fan club for you.

Thank you.

No need to sound so surprised.

Well, I...

I don't want to be rude, ma'am, but I've seen other ENSA shows recently, and they were truly horrible.

I'm sure they weren't that bad.

They really were.

I expect there isn't one bad act in America.

I wouldn't know, I'm from Canada.

Of course you are.

What do you mean?

Our bassist is from Canada.

He's never heard a Canadian accent like yours.

I listen to American radio a lot.

I must have picked it up.

Oh, I see.

Nice to see you again, Vernon.

You, too.

I was wondering if you would mind awfully if I wrote to you?

(chuckles softly) Sorry.

Is, uh, is that foolish of me?

No.

Just men who promise to write, I've had my fill of them.

I can't promise poetry.

Good.

Then you write to me, Vernon.

I'd like that.

I don't have your address.

(unsnapping purse) (clears throat) There.

Now you keep that promise.

No poetry.

(soldiers talking in background) FRAU PESSLER: Herr Rossler.

FRAU PESSLER: (Frau Pessler chuckles humorlessly) Heil Hitler, Herr Rossler.

(footsteps retreating, Rossler breathes deeply) ♪ ♪ (yelps) ♪ ♪ (typewriter keys clacking) NANCY: Good evening.

The German High Command has issued a communiqué.

The French army has been defeated.

They confidently report that the attack on what is left of the British Expeditionary Force at Dunkirk is making good progress.

But the British Tommies at Dunkirk are still fighting.

They will not be rolled over.

My sources in the German military tell me that even their own men call the British stubborn bulldogs.

(soldiers shouting in background) ♪ ♪ But Berlin does not change.

On these streets, you would not know the country was at war.

Berlin goes on as before.

And perhaps that is the most frightening thing of all.

Let's go, lads.

♪ ♪ (soldiers talking) That's right.

♪ ♪ Let it go.

♪ ♪ (fire crackling) HARRY: (chuckles softly) ♪ ♪ HARRY: That's a story.

DEMBA: (footsteps approaching) (pistol cocks) (lighter clicks, closes, Tomasz sets gun down) (exhales) TOMASZ: (keys jingling) Herr Rossler?

Frau Campbell.

I know that... We have not seen eye to eye of late, but...

I need your help.

A terrible, terrible thing has... What?

What is it?

Is it Hilda?

No.

(sputtering) (crying softly) ROSSLER: She said she was going to tell the authorities where Hilda was.

She, she said that she... Shh, you don't need to explain, Herr Rossler.

She's a dead Nazi, that's good enough for me.

Have you moved a dead body before?

No.

Have you?

You need lots of canvas and a strong stomach.

(murmurs) ♪ ♪ (murmurs) (mumbles) ANCHOR (on radio): We shall never have a complete list of all the vessels employed.

Never was there a more fantastic armada.

Never did a weirder collection of vessels set sail.

All it took... (radio tuning) MAN (on radio): Though it might be... ANCHOR: Story after story... (mumbling) (two stations on radio blending, Douglas exhales) (radio voices continue blending, becoming staticky) (exhales) (audio distorts) (panting) (explosions sounding faintly) ♪ ♪ (muffled): Anybody in, hey?

Are you in?

(explosions sounding faintly) Come on!

Oh, my... (murmuring, muffled) (muffled, echoing): Hello!

Are you in?

Help me.

Help me, help me, help me.

All right, come on!

(seagulls squawking) (Harry rummaging) It's not exactly perfect, but it's all I can think of.

♪ ♪ (soldiers shouting in distance) (man coughs) ♪ ♪ (soldiers talking in distance) ♪ ♪ (soldiers shouting in distance) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (soldier shouts in distance) I know it.

I, I can feel it in here.

Any real news?

Not just one of your feelings, like Gypsy Rose Lee on Blackpool Prom?

If anything's happened to him...

I made him go.

(stammers): I told him to go, I made him.

LOIS: Dad.

DOUGLAS: I'm no dad, I'm no father.

No father to you, no father to him.

(stammering): I'm no father... Dad!

Oh, no.

Dad, that is not true.

(catching breath) Right.

We'll just have to wait now.

They're not going to announce anything on the radio, are they?

Not just like that.

Shut up, will you?

Not with the Germans listening in.

I can't hear it.

ANCHOR (on radio): There is only one course left for the Allied army.

♪ ♪ (soldiers talking in background) TONY: Hey, hey!

What are the black fellers, what do they want?

The same as you, soldiers.

To get on a ship and get somewhere safe.

Who have they been fighting with?

The French.

The French have got their own ships.

These boys are with me.

They've been helping injured British soldiers for the last two days.

They've earned a place on that ship.

I don't care!

You!

(groaning, grumbling) (pistol fires repeatedly) I am the officer in charge!

And they are coming with us!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (struggling, gasping) (door opens) Hilda?

NANCY (voiceover): The speed of change is what takes most of us by surprise here.

A country invaded.

A surrender.

An armistice signed.

♪ ♪ Then another and another.

The French are making one last appeal to President Roosevelt to get America to help.

One last appeal.

They need help.

♪ ♪ (sailors and soldiers shouting in distance) ♪ ♪ We're done.

It's over, no more, no more.

DEMBA: HARRY: ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NANCY: German authorities have settled into the city.

Paris has been generous.

ALBERT: You need to find me a way out.

DOUGLAS: We've just had a telegram.

Tom-- he's missing.

Don't tell Claudia anything.

TAYLOR: We could use a man of your talents, Chase.

But if you get caught, the best you can hope for is a quick death.

WEBSTER: What's going on?

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