Lights Out
Come to the Bank
17 November 1942

CAST:
VOICE
MISS MOSS
ROTH
WAITER
LANDLORD
BANK GUARD
BANK OFFICIAL
BANK EMPLOYEE
POLICE OFFICER
JUDGE
PSYCHOLOGIST
CLERK
BYSTANDER

VOICE:

Lights out ... everybody!

SOUND:

G O N G !

MISS MOSS:

(URGENT) Please. Would you come to the bank with me? Please? I - I've asked so many people but they won't listen to me. You! Will you come to the bank with me?

No, don't turn your head. Please don't go away! Listen, if I tell you very carefully why I want you to come to the bank with me, you will come, won't you?

He's locked up in there. He can't get any air.

No, don't get excited. I didn't say he was locked up in the vault. All they've got in their vault is money. I don't care about money; all I care about is him!

I - I didn't mean to tell you.

All right, I did.

You've got to come to the bank with me and help me. It's Fred Roth. He's in the bank and he can't get out.

What are you laughing about?! That's not so funny! I tell you, he's in the bank and he can't get out. He's been in there for-- I think it's three weeks.

Blast you! Stop laughing!

Please listen to me. I'll tell you all about it, from the start. I'm a school teacher; at the Matson High School; I teach physics. It's a rational science, cause and effect, cause and effect. Mr. Roth teaches in the same school; psychology, the way of the human mind. But that's not an exact science, is it? The human mind's not exact at all. And that started it. That's what started it. Mr. Roth said to me:

ROTH:

Well, speaking quite frankly and candidly, Miss Moss, I don't think very much of your - "exact" sciences.

MISS MOSS:

Two and two always add up to four, Mr. Roth.

ROTH:

Not where the human mind is concerned.

MISS MOSS:

I don't understand.

ROTH:

Well, it is my profound conviction that the potentialities of the human mind, and body, have never been realized by any human creature.

MISS MOSS:

But there have been great men; Plato, Lincoln, so many scientists.

ROTH:

(DISMISSIVE) Yes, but only fractional greatness. Using perhaps one-tenth of the power latent within themselves. It's all a matter of concentration. Thomas Edison used perhaps one iota more concentration than the average man and became one of the great inventors of all times. I tell you, Miss Moss, if men would concentrate their minds to the limit, the universe would be theirs.

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) That's a very innocent start, isn't it? Just a teacher talking about the human mind. I thought nothing of it. (SHYLY) Dr. Roth was such an intense young man. I - I liked his intensity.

ROTH:

Just think what could happen if a man could bring his mind to the proper point of concentration. He could move objects with his mind. Yes, why not? Think that a table should move -- and it would move.

MISS MOSS: (GENTLE PROTEST) Why, Mr. Roth--!

ROTH: Now. Think that he wanted to be a certain place -- and he would be there. Men conceived this civilization just by a thought -- and here it is. All is power of thought over matter. A man thinks a book before the book exists. He thinks a house -- and only then the house can be. All is power of mind over matter.

MISS MOSS: (NARRATES, LOVINGLY) I liked to watch his eyes while he talked. They were so bright and burning. And his mouth, as he talked, the way it twisted. I couldn't help liking Mr. Roth, could I? We had dinner together once.

SOUND:

RESTAURANT NOISE ... CONTINUES IN BG

WAITER:

(FRENCH ACCENT) Will you have, uh, coffee with your dinner? Or later?

ROTH:

(DISTRACTED) Huh? Oh. What did you say?

MISS MOSS:

The waiter wanted to know if you wanted coffee with your dinner.

ROTH:

Oh, no. No coffee.

WAITER:

Ah, oui, monsieur.

MISS MOSS:

Very nice of you to have dinner with me, Mr. Roth.

ROTH:

(SURPRISED) Huh! On the contrary, I'm grateful to you. You're a very good listener.

MISS MOSS:

Thank you.

ROTH:

I've done a great deal of work in the week since I last talked to you.

MISS MOSS:

Have you? Please tell me.

ROTH:

Well, it isn't exactly work. It's - it's more of a decision.

MISS MOSS:

Yes?

ROTH:

Yes. I - I've come to the decision to stop theorizing. Yes, I've decided to put what I believe into practice.

MISS MOSS:

I - don't know what you mean.

ROTH:

Oh, it's quite simple. The powers of concentration. I've decided to put into practice--

WAITER:

Pardon, monsieur? The fruit juice is for the lady?

ROTH:

(DISTRACTED) Wha--? Oh, yes, yes, for the lady. (TRIES GET BACK ON TRACK) Uhh, uh, uh, concentration, Miss Moss. I've decided to put into practice my theory of concentration. (SIGHS) I don't want to anticipate but - I expect wonderful results, Miss Moss. I might even say unbelievable results.

SOUND:

RESTAURANT NOISE OUT

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Unbelievable results. Oh, must I tell you more? Please, come with me to the bank.

All right. All right, I'll tell you the rest.

The day after he talked to me in the restaurant, Mr. Roth didn't come to school. I know that because at lunchtime he wasn't in his usual place in the cafeteria. And, when I asked, they told me that he suddenly had taken leave of absence. And that an extra teacher was taking over his classes.

I was very disappointed. A week went by. Two weeks. I decided to go see him. I took a few days off from my work; I found out his home number. Friday morning, I bought a new dress, a very becoming one. Then I went to visit Mr. Roth. I was certain he wouldn't be angry with me. It was perfectly proper that I call on him. As a friend.

LANDLORD:

(ITALIAN ACCENT) Yes, yes, Mr. Roth, he's at home. Yeah, he have-a the two back rooms. He has not been out of there for a week. Won't even let me go in to clean up. You go right ahead. Head of the staircase, and to the right.

SOUND:

FOOTSTEPS UP STAIRS ... KNOCK ON DOOR

MISS MOSS:

(CALLS) Mr. Roth? Are you in there? It's Miss Moss. Could I speak to you for a moment?

SOUND:

MORE KNOCKING ... THEN OUT

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Standing there knocking, I suddenly realized that the door was ajar. Was he--? But he didn't answer. And yet the landlord had said he was at home. I pushed the door open farther and glanced through the opening.

SOUND:

CREAKING DOOR

MISS MOSS:

(GASPS) Mr. Roth!

SOUND:

HER HURRIED FOOTSTEPS INTO ROOM

MISS MOSS:

Mr. Roth! Dead! Oh, no, I--!

ROTH:

(WEAKLY) No. No, I - I'm alive.

MISS MOSS:

(RELIEVED) Oh, I thought-- Oh, Mr. Roth, your face, the way you look. What--?

ROTH:

No. Water. Glass of--

MISS MOSS:

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

SOUND:

GLASS OF WATER POURED

MISS MOSS:

Yes. Here. Oh, you - you are sick.

ROTH:

I'm not sick. Water.

MISS MOSS:

Here. Here, drink it. I'll hold it.

SOUND:

WATER GULPED DOWN

MISS MOSS:

Doctor! I'll call a doctor.

ROTH:

No. No, wait.

MISS MOSS:

But you're ill.

ROTH:

Listen to me.

MISS MOSS:

Yes, yes?

ROTH:

I'm - I'm - I'm not sick.

MISS MOSS:

Well, then what--?

ROTH:

I told you.

MISS MOSS:

But I - I don't know. I--

ROTH:

I - I've been sitting here - for a week.

MISS MOSS:

Sitting? For a week?

ROTH:

(INCREASINGLY STRONGER) Concentration. Practicing concentration. Concentration. The experiment was most successful. Yes, most successful. I've proven that I can do what some of the Orientals profess to do: slow down through concerted will power the essential life processes. A week - without food and water. Is that not a triumph, Miss Moss?

MISS MOSS:

Well, I - I don't know. Mr. Roth, why do you do these things?

ROTH:

Ah, I'll try to explain it to you simply. The human thoughts are like the rays of the sun, spreading in all directions. By the use of a lens, the rays of the sun can be focused on one point; and, instead of warmth, there - there is a focal point of intense light that can burn its way through all obstacles. And so it is with human thoughts. If, through concentration, a man could focus them on one point, he would be a god among men. I tell you, Miss Moss, that - that I am confident that I, through training, can become that one man in a million. Even - even as muscles can be trained, so I am training my mind. And the day when my training is complete, I will be able to do anything I desire. You hear me? Anything. Anything. Anything!

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) When he said that -- thin and weak and tired as he was -- his eyes looked at me; I was afraid. For him. I made up my mind right then. The first thing was to get him out of that room. He ate. Rested. And then went out with me.

SOUND:

TRAFFIC AND STREET NOISE, IN BG

ROTH:

I don't see why I let you talk me into this, Miss Moss. I have so much work to do.

MISS MOSS:

The walk will do you good.

ROTH:

But - where are we going?

MISS MOSS:

Well, first, I want you to come to the bank with me.

ROTH:

Beg your pardon?

MISS MOSS:

Well, you see, I - I've been thinking of taking a little vacation and I need some money. Going to withdraw some.

ROTH:

Oh. Oh, I see.

MISS MOSS:

I - I, too, want to get off someplace where - I can concentrate.

ROTH:

Oh, yes. Yes. Most important.

MISS MOSS:

Yes. Uh, have you thought about going out to the country?

ROTH:

(DISTRACTED) These buildings, Miss Moss. Look at them. Steel and concrete. So firm and so solid, so enduring. You know something, Miss Moss?

MISS MOSS:

(BREATHLESS) Walking so fast, I--

ROTH:

Once upon a time, they were only an idea in man's mind. Perhaps even now they have no solidity but are - are just ideas, hanging in air. Through which a man with single-mindedness of purpose could walk -- as easily as if he were walking through air. Do you understand me, Miss Moss?

MISS MOSS:

Well, I - I'm not sure. (TRIES TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT) The country would be a wonderful place to work. Now, wouldn't it, Mr. Roth?

SOUND:

TRAFFIC AND STREET NOISE OUT

MISS MOSS: (NARRATES) We went into the bank. He kept talking about the powers of concentration. I hardly listened to him. All I could think about was that somehow I had to get him into a new environment. The foyer of the building, where the bank was, we went in. People. Elevators. Suddenly, Mr. Roth stopped. He stared at the wall. I said:

SOUND:

BANK CROWD NOISE, IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(WORRIED) Mr. Roth? Mr. Roth, what are you looking at?

ROTH:

This. (DECISIVE) This. This is the time.

MISS MOSS:

Time? Time for what?

ROTH:

I told you. When my subconscious reached the proper point of incubation, I would know that my powers had reached the point where - I could do anything!

MISS MOSS:

Mr. Roth, please ...

ROTH:

Anything, I tell you!

MISS MOSS:

... let's go.

ROTH:

Well, this is the time. Now. I must make use of that power now.

MISS MOSS:

No! Please! What are you going to do?

ROTH:

That marble wall -- straight ahead. I say I can walk through it!

MISS MOSS:

No, please. Stop joking!

ROTH:

I will!I will!I will walk through!

MISS MOSS:

No! Mr. Roth, come back!Don't! (SCREAMS)Mr. Roth!Mr. Roth!

SOUND:

BANK CROWD MURMURS

GUARD:

Hey, what--? What's the matter?

MISS MOSS:

The wall!No! Noooooo!

GUARD:

Who?What?

MISS MOSS:

(TO THE GUARD) Mr. Roth! Mr. Roth, he walked through the wall!You hear me?! He walked through the wall!!!

SOUND:

CROWD NOISE OUT ... G O N G !

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, ANGRY) You sit there, smug and self-certain, don't you? It couldn't have happened. But, listen, you pinhead mind. I tell you, it did! I saw it with my own eyes. Mr. Roth walked right toward that marble wall and he went into it; and then he was gone. Do you hear me?! Gone!

(CALMS DOWN) But I - I mustn't call you names, make you angry, must I? Because you must come to the bank with me.

Yes, yes, I'll tell you more of just what happened on that day.

SOUND:

BANK CROWD NOISE, IN BG

CROWD:

Well, I never heard of such a thing.

GUARD:

Now, look, lady. Take it easy.

MISS MOSS:

(HYSTERICAL) Get out of my way! The wall! He walked through that wall, I tell you! I tell you, he walked through that wall!

GUARD:

Lady, for Pete's sake, please.

MISS MOSS:

He said he'd do it and he did do it! He walked through that wall! I tell you, he walked through that wall!

GUARD:

Lady, don't make a disturbance. Lady--

MISS MOSS:

Let go of me! Don't hold me back! I've got to get to him! Mr. Roth! I've got to get to Mr. Roth!

OFFICIAL:

(APPROACHING) Here, here, what's going on here? What's this disturbance?

GUARD:

Well, this lady. All at once she screamed and now she--

MISS MOSS:

(TO THE OFFICIAL) Yes, I've got to get to him! Tell him to let go of me! Mr. Roth -- he concentrated his mind! He said he'd walk through that wall and he did!

OFFICIAL:

What?

MISS MOSS:

Yes, he did!

GUARD:

That's it, Mr. Ciro.

MISS MOSS:

Tell him to let go of me! That wall! Mr. Roth went through that wall!

OFFICIAL:

My dear woman, are you out of your mind?

MISS MOSS:

I've got to go! I've got to get to him! Mr. Roth, I've got to get--

OFFICIAL:

Keep quiet! Stop making that noise! Stop it!

MISS MOSS:

I - I - I - (FALLS SILENT)

OFFICIAL:

(STERNLY) That wall is solid. Solid concrete faced with marble. You'd better go home and stop disturbing the peace. (MOVING OFF, TO GUARD) Show her to the door, Riggett.

SOUND:

CROWD NOISE OUT

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, QUIETLY) So they put me out. I stood in the street. I didn't know what to do. And then, I knew! I would wait there until Mr. Roth came back. And he would come back. He'd gone through the wall and he must have come out on the other side. And now he would walk around the building and come back and meet me there. So I waited.

EMPLOYEE:

Good night, George. See you in the morning.

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) I waited. A long time.

POLICE:

Are you waiting for something, lady? The bank's closed, you know. I've seen you standing here ever since I got on my beat, so I thought I'd talk to you.

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) A long time.

SOUND:

RAIN

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Began to rain. I stood there in the rain. (SADLY, TO HERSELF) Mr. Roth. (NARRATES) And then a terrible thought. What if he--? I ran to the door of the bank building. It was locked.

SOUND:

RAINS HARDER ... CONTINUES IN BG

MISS MOSS:

Let me in! Please! Let me in!

SOUND:

TAPPING AT DOOR ... CONTINUES IN BG

MISS MOSS:

Listen to me! You've got to let me in! Mr. Roth, I've got to get to Mr. Roth!

POLICE:

Hey, lady! What--? Don't you know the bank's been closed for hours?

MISS MOSS:

Oh, I - I don't care! I've got to get in! I've got to! I've got to get in!

POLICE:

Now, take it easy, you. Hey, aren't you the one that's been standing out here--?

MISS MOSS:

Let go of me! Mr. Roth is in there!

POLICE:

Now, lady--

MISS MOSS:

I will get in!

SOUND:

DOOR GLASS SMASHED

POLICE:

Hey! The door!

MISS MOSS:

Let go of me! Mr. Roth, I've got to get to Mr. Roth!

POLICE:

What's the idea of acting like this?

MISS MOSS:

I will get in! I'll kick this door down! I will get in! Yes, I will! (INDECIPHERABLE YELLING)

POLICE:

(OVERLAPS WITH ABOVE) Kickin' the door in! Now, you come along with me! (FADES OUT)

SOUND:

RAIN ... OUT

MISS MOSS:

(AFTER A PAUSE, NARRATES) I didn't get in to see Mr. Roth that night. No.

SOUND:

JUDGE BANGS GAVEL A FEW TIMES

JUDGE:

Order in the court! Order in the court! Prisoner will be held for further examination. Next case.

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) I tried to tell them, Mr. Roth, but no one would listen to me. All night and the next terrible day, no one would listen.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

Now, tell me, do you have dreams, Miss Moss?

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Asking me questions, over and over.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

Do you think that people dislike you?

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Over and over.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

Have you often seen Mr. Roth -- or other people -- disappear?

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Over and over.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

When did you first begin to have these, er, hallucinations?

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Over and over. But when I tried to tell them about Mr. Roth, they started to say terrible things to me.

PSYCHOLOGIST:

(MAKING A REPORT) The fact of the matter is, Mr. Roth has disappeared. It is the opinion of the police that he decamped with this woman's money. Yes, took her money and ran off. Yes, took her money and ran off. (FADES OUT)

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) I didn't care what they said. I had to get to the bank.

You know why! Mr. Roth had started for the wall and I had seen him go through it and he hadn't come around to meet me. So there was only one answer; he was still in the wall. And while Mr. Roth was in the wall, they were keeping me in this hospital. I had to get out!

PSYCHOLOGIST:

How are you resting now, Miss Moss? (NO ANSWER) Miss Moss? Where--? Window! Nurse?! The woman in this room! She's gone! Out of the window! Nurse?! Nurse?! Miss Moss is gone!

SOUND:

RAIN

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) Got away. In the street. Still raining. I ran along the dark streets until I was at the bank. Closed. There was a dark doorway, another building. I hid in the dark and waited all through the night until morning, until they opened the doors of the bank.

SOUND:

RAIN, TRAFFIC AND STREET NOISE

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) I went into the bank.

SOUND:

RAIN, TRAFFIC AND STREET NOISE OUT ... BANK CROWD MURMURS, IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES) I walked toward the wall. That wall. I wanted to run to it but I - I walked. Then I was there, the very wall he'd gone into.

SOUND:

BANK CROWD MURMURS FOR A MOMENT MORE, THEN FADES OUT

MISS MOSS:

(TO THE WALL) Mr. Roth? Mr. Roth? Are you in there? It - it's Miss Moss. Ada Moss. Mr. Roth, please, if you're in there, answer me. They'll see me standing here by the wall, talking. They won't let me stand here. Mr. Roth, please, I've got my ear close to the wall. If you're in there, answer me.

ROTH:

Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm.

MISS MOSS:

(GASPS)

ROTH:

Ooooooohhhh. (CONTINUES MOANING, IN BG)

MISS MOSS:

I can hear you. You are in the wall. I was right! You did walk into the wall and stay there!

ROTH:

(TRIES TO SPEAK BUT IT'S INDECIPHERABLE)

MISS MOSS:

Yes, yes. But what are you saying? I can't understand you. Please, Mr. Roth, speak so I can understand you.

ROTH:

(BARELY UNDERSTANDABLE) Miss Moss, please, get me out of here. I'm in the wall. In the wall.

MISS MOSS:

Yes. Yes, I understand. I will get you out of there. (CALLS) Help! Help! There's a man in the wall! Help me get him out!

SOUND:

BANK CROWD MURMURS LOUDER, IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(TO THE WALL) Mr. Roth, do you hear? I'll get you help! (CALLS) Hurry, people! Bring axes and picks! There's a man in the wall! Mr. Roth is in the wall!

SOUND:

BANK CROWD MURMURS ... FADE OUT

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, SADLY) They put me back in the hospital. They didn't believe me. They didn't help Mr. Roth. I was very sick. I don't know how many days I was in the hospital. Then, I was all right. They let me out.

JUDGE:

And this is your last warning, Miss Moss. You are to stay away from the bank. You are to behave yourself as the good, intelligent citizen you normally are. Your last warning, Miss Moss.

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, A LITTLE INCOHERENTLY) And, all the time, Mr. Roth was in that wall -- waiting for me to help him! And there was so little time left. A man such as Mr. Roth; powers of concentration. He could and did perform a miracle; walking through a wall! But even conserving his strength and breath in the way he said, "slowing down the vital life processes" -- how long do you think he could live entombed in that wall?! I had to get to him!

But when I walked by the bank, hiding in the crowd so they - they wouldn't see me, I saw that there was a policeman there. They put a policeman there just to keep me out! I had to figure out some way to get in there. Tell Mr. Roth to keep alive; that I was working to help him! I had to figure out a way. There's a store across the street; a store selling paint. That was the answer.

CLERK:

Something for cleaning? ... Why, of course, madam. Er, how much do you think you'll need? ... Oh, I suggest a pint. Aye, we have it here in bulk. ... Open it? Sure, sure.

SOUND:

JAR OPENED

CLERK:

There. See? It's standard cleaning fluid. It, er-- Lady! No! No; that match! Look out! Don't! Don't! It's inflammable! Don't!

SOUND:

WHOOSH! FLUID CATCHES FIRE ... FIRE BURNS, IN BG

CLERK:

Help! Fire! Grab that woman! She set fire to the store! Fire!

SOUND:

FIRE OUT ... CROWD MURMURS

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, TRIUMPHANT, SLIGHTLY DEMENTED) In a few moments, everyone was so busy that I was quite free to go into the bank. In a few seconds, my ear was against the wall.

SOUND:

CROWD MURMURS CONTINUE A MOMENT ... THEN IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(TO THE WALL, ANXIOUS) Mr. Roth?! Mr. Roth?! I'm back! I'm back! They - they tried to keep me away from you but I'm back! Mr. Roth?! Can - can you hear me?!

ROTH:

Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm.

MISS MOSS:

(RELIEVED) Alive! You're still alive! Oh, Mr. Roth, what can I do? What?

SOUND:

CROWD NOISE FADES OUT

ROTH:

(BARELY UNDERSTANDABLE) Help me. Help mmmmmeeee.

MISS MOSS:

(INCREASINGLY HYSTERICAL) Yes. I will. I will. They won't stop me this time. Something! Get something and tear down the wall! Fire axe; off the wall. Mr. Roth, look, look! If you could see! I've got a fire axe! I'm going to help you! Going to help you!

SOUND:

FIRE AXE AGAINST WALL, REPEATEDLY, IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(WITH EFFORT, AS SHE SWINGS AXE) Will get you out! Will get you out! Yes, I will get you out! The marble's cracking, Mr. Roth! I will get to you! Get near to you! No one will stop me now! They don't want to help you! But I'm helping you!

POLICE:

(OVERLAPS WITH ABOVE) Lady! What are you doing here?! Give me that axe!

MISS MOSS:

No! You won't stop me! I've got to help Mr. Roth!

POLICE:

Give me that axe!

MISS MOSS:

Yes. (WITH EFFORT) I'll give it to you!

SOUND:

AXE BURIED IN POLICE OFFICER'S SKULL

POLICE:

Ohhhhh!

MISS MOSS:

(WHISPERS) Yes. I told you not to stop me. I told you not to stop me.

BYSTANDER:

Lady! What--? The policeman! You've killed the policeman! Help! Help!

SOUND:

CROWD NOISE RETURNS, IN BG

MISS MOSS:

(OVERLAPS) Stop! Or I'll kill you! I'll kill you! I'll kill you all! I've gotta get free; save Mr. Roth! I'll kill you! Stand back! Stand back! I've got to free Mr. Roth! (ET CETERA)

BYSTANDER:

(OVERLAPS) Give me that axe! Please! Give me that axe! Stop! Give that to me! Do you hear me?! (ET CETERA)

SOUND:

CROWD NOISE FADES OUT

MISS MOSS:

(NARRATES, SOBERLY) I'm locked up now. They locked me up. You've been my first visitor in weeks.

(INCREASINGLY DEMENTED) Weeks. Do you know what that means? All these days, he's been in that wall holding himself alive, with all his will. But, sooner or later, if he thinks I'm not going to help him, he'll give up hope. And he'll lose his will to live. And suddenly he'll die. Do you hear me? He'll die.

Please. Please make them let me go and come and help me save Mr. Roth. If you don't help me, it will always be on your conscience, won't it? At night, when you're alone, and you can't sleep, you'll open your eyes and you'll see Mr. Roth entombed in that wall.

But it won't be Mr. Roth anymore. Just the bones of a man.

Bones and dead, decaying flesh.

And worms.

And the - the skull will talk to you.

And ask you, "Why didn't you help me?"

So I ask you again -- please -- please.

Won't you come to the bank?

SOUND:

G O N G !