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-♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪ -(METALLIC CLANGING)
(CHILDREN CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
(GRUNTS) Not as easy as I... remember. (GRUNTS)
JAY ROSENBLATT: You remember doing this?
I don't, but I was younger once.
JAY: This is my elementary school in Brooklyn, P.S. 194.
-It's a Saturday... -(LAUGHS)
-...and the gates are locked. -♪ (MUSIC STOPS) ♪
-Shit. -RICHARD J. SILBERG: Yeah, that's a good idea.
-JAY: And this is me. -(PAPER RIPPING)
And this is me in fifth grade.
But let's start this story in the middle.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
This is me in 1992, and I'm living in San Francisco.
I'm making a film called The Smell of Burning Ants,
which is about boys and growing up male.
(INAUDIBLE)
JAY: The spark for the film came when I saw this scene
from a 1960s educational film.
(INAUDIBLE)
JAY: But the moment that really got me
was when a third boy throws a quick punch.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
When I saw this collaborator,
I saw myself, and a memory jolted me,
a memory that I hadn't thought about since fifth grade.
♪ (GENTLE HARP MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
It was just three frames of film.
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS) -A split second.
If I would have blinked,
I wouldn't be telling you this story.
Fast-forward two years. I'm still working on that film,
and I'm looking for someone to do voice-over
because I really don't like the sound of my own voice.
At the time, I was teaching a film class.
The students were showing their final films,
and I was taken by the voice in one particular film.
RICHARD: This film is about a cat.
The cat fell.
JAY: The narrator's name was Richard.
He lived nearby in Berkeley, so we met at his house.
As he looked over my script,
he took notice of the following line.
"He was raised on concrete,
boxball, stickball, punchball, slap ball."
Richard then turned to me and asked...
"Are you from New York?" And you said, "Yeah."
And we did the New York thing.
"Where are you from?" "Brooklyn."
"Where are you from?" "What part of Brooklyn?"
"Sheepshead Bay." "Really? Wow."
Uh... "Where'd you go to school?"
You said, uh... something.
But then I said, "Where did you go to elementary school?"
Which was an odd question in many ways.
But you said P.S. 194,
and I just could feel the electricity,
like, because I went there.
And... (INHALES) ...then I said, "How old are you?"
And you told me. And we were the same age.
And I just said, "Whoa."
Wait, what's your name again?" (LAUGHS)
And you said, "Jay Rosenblatt." And I'm... (INHALES)
"Who was your fifth grade teacher?"
And you said, "Mrs. Bromberg," and it was, like, stunning.
Because we had the same class. I remembered you.
And I was trembling.
And then you-- I don't know what--
Your reaction was pretty similar.
We were both kinda like that. And then you said something...
You said, "Turn the page." (CHUCKLES)
And I turned the page of the script,
and the first line was "In fifth grade..."
-♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪ -And it was like we had-- What?
And it was like this whole flood of memory
of things that I hadn't even thought about for decades.
-Decades were there on the page. -JAY: Mm-hmm.
And then what-- It was just... stunning
to think that somebody else was writing something
about something that I was part of
in 1965, 3,000 miles away.
And here we are and... feet apart from each other.
JAY: Richard then honed in on that exact same moment
that triggered the idea for the film.
(PAPER RUSTLES)
That time we bullied this other Richard.
-Richard (BLEEP). -(MUFFLED INDISTINCT CHATTER)
I mean,
he could have written the words he was reading.
(CHILDREN CHEER, CLAMOR)
JAY: For me, the memory was vague.
All I knew for sure is that it happened.
And I participated.
Oh, yeah, one last thing.
We got caught.
-(GLASS SHATTERING) -(CHILDREN CHEERING)
JAY: Richard remembered details I had completely forgotten,
or maybe I just blocked.
Like how Mrs. Bromberg would insist
that we were totally silent
and sit at attention with our hands clasped
before she would let us go home.
But on this particular day, it was different.
Mrs. Bromberg ran a tight ship.
And she wasn't gonna put up with nonsense.
And I-- You know, so when she says,
"No one's leaving. I want it absolutely silent.
And I will decide when you leave." (CHUCKLES)
And we all just kinda go, "Mm."
And it's taking a long time.
You know, usually it lasts about a minute.
You know, as a teacher myself, I know, you just...
you wanna make a minute, and then you go.
It's going on and on and on.
And finally she says, "You can go.
You would've left earlier, but Richard was talking."
And I was outraged. I wasn't talking.
And then, I realized people thought it was me
and I was gonna get shit for it.
I didn't want people being mad at me.
So, we pack up our stuff, and it occurs to me that...
it must have been the other Richard in the class,
who we called Dick.
Uh... that was his name that he was assigned
in fourth grade, when there were four Richards
in the same class, in Mrs. Weidman's class.
There was Richard, I was Richie, there was a Rich,
and then this other guy got Dick.
And, you know, in the hierarchy of fourth and fifth grade,
that's not a good thing. Yeah.
So, as we're packing up our stuff,
I started-- I passed along to Michael Sorrel,
who was right in front of me,
-I said, "It was Dick." -(CHILDREN WHISPERING)
RICHARD: "Get Dick. Pass it down."
-And it started getting passed down. -(CHILDREN WHISPERING)
All the way down the line as we were walking down.
And everybody heard it.
And as we get out of the building,
we s-- he s-- He must've heard it as well,
because he starts running.
But we all, as a mass, kept on running down the stairs
and surrounded him and jumped on him.
I jumped on him,
and Michael Sorrel jumped on him,
that's what I remember the most.
Girls were jumping on him. It was, like, out of control.
But we were all angry at him.
JAY: Now, let's pick up where we left off.
At the locked gate of P.S. 194.
-God. -♪ (WHIMSICAL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-I don't like this, Richard. -(RICHARD CHUCKLES)
I don't know where to put my foot.
RICHARD: Uh, if you can get that foot down...
and then just your other foot over.
Then if you can move your hands to the fence at some point.
-(JAY GRUNTS) -RICHARD: Don't come down fast.
(JAY GRUNTS)
-(BREATHES HEAVILY) -♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
It's almost as if you can almost see the spot.
You know, it just feels like it was right here.
There's-- There's something right here.
-And this is where we surrounded him. -(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
And some kids spit on him.
Everybody's taunting him
with, uh, whatever everybody wanted to do, it seemed.
It seemed like everybody had free will to, uh...
to do whatever it felt like he deserved.
And this where I remember, at this point,
being a bit of an instigator.
And I remember being on my knees, somehow,
and then seeing, looking back--
We're here, so perhaps I was punching him,
perhaps just spitting on him, just perhaps yelling,
I don't remember the specifics of what I did.
But I do know Michael Sorrel, another student, was next to me
because everybody stops, and we look up,
and we see coming down the stairs...
Mrs. Bromberg and Dr. Pinkus, the principal.
Everybody gets up as one and starts running and running.
And then I remember the next day,
coming in, and Mrs. Bromberg sent...
Dick out for an errand,
and then just turned to the class
and just said, "You are animals,"
and really gave us
a going-to, yeah.
-JAY: Wow. -So, it's just--
So, you know, from my perspective,
it was like... I was trying to keep...
me from getting the wrath of the class,
and pinned it on him.
(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
JAY: This experience had clearly affected us both.
And the more I delve into it,
the more upset I am that I was involved.
(CHILD GIGGLES)
JAY: And as I was soon to learn,
we were not alone in this memory.
♪ (SOFT MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
So I finally finish my film,
and it seems to hit a nerve.
A local newspaper wants to do a cover story on me and my work.
At some point, I end up telling the writer
about that weird coincidence
-with my narrator, Richard. -(PROJECTOR WHIRRING)
He is clearly taken by this story.
-(CHILDREN CLAMOR) -So much so
that it becomes a big part of his article.
A couple of decades later,
while making this film,
-I asked him why. -♪ (MUSIC ENDS) ♪
I mean, I'll be honest. I mean, I was--
I was a kid who... was bullied.
I was the fat kid in grade school. Um...
You know, the idea of being that sort of...
fourth kid called Dick who was the target
of regular abuse, humiliation, you know, it's--
When you're that kid, it's sort of like
it's death by a thousand cuts, you know?
It's not just one incident, it's sort of just...
being in that state. And you're not sure,
when you're that age and when you're that kid,
when you're gonna get out of it.
JAY: He even researches the incident.
I found a website devoted entirely to P.S. 194.
JAY: And there were class photos
-for every year. -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-But for some reason... -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
-...my fifth grade photo... -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
...was missing.
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-And then... -(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
...I get this e-mail from a woman named Wendy.
She had gone to elementary school with me.
In fact, we grew up in the same apartment building.
I remember when we were five years old,
we played "you show me yours and I'll show you mine"
in her bedroom closet.
Anyway, she had heard through the website
that I made a film that involved P.S. 194,
-and that I was looking for our fifth grade class photo. -♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
And I had that photo, so I sent it to you.
JAY: And then, she asked...
If this had anything to do with
that bullying incident that happened
with Richard (BLEEP) on the schoolyard.
JAY: What was it about this event
that we all zeroed in on?
He sat sort of diagonally in front of me.
And he used to sort of sit in an awkward position.
He would always reach his hand out
and put it on my desk.
And I didn't like it that he did that.
He did it repetitively.
Um, it must've been repetitively
because one day, I brought a little pin to class.
(CHUCKLES)
He put his hand on my desk, and I just gave him a little,
just a little, tiny little prick. (CHUCKLES)
And I still remember the look on his face. He was just--
He didn't know that I had done anything.
He was just in shock, and he pulled his hand away.
But I'm kind of feeling guilty to this day
that I did something like that.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
JAY: Two years later, I get the e-mail
that in the back of my mind I always feared I might get.
It is from Dick.
-He writes... -(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
"I heard you've made a film about me."
I write back that it wasn't exactly about him,
but that, yes, there was a story in it that he was a part of.
I assure him that I changed his name.
He writes back that he'd like to see the film.
I tell him that I would hate to bring up any painful memories
that he may have buried.
He says he's been a television producer
for the past 20 years and has been quite successful.
In other words, he can handle it.
I send him a DVD,
and I never hear back.
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
Sixteen years go by,
when out of nowhere,
I get an invitation to a 50th anniversary reunion
of P.S. 194.
Is the universe trying to tell me something?
And at that moment, it hit me.
I have to speak to my other classmates
about what happened that Friday in fifth grade.
I decide to track down whomever I can find.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
-(TRAFFIC RUMBLES) -Richard and I are here to...
go to the 50th reunion
of P.S. 194,
which, I think you agree is strange,
-that there's a... -Right.
...a reunion for grade school.
-Yes, it is strange. -I don't know--
It's morphed into a little more than that, but it is strange.
I know, but I never heard of it.
-That people do this. -Right.
So I'm wondering if this is unique,
-or we're just out of it. -We're out--
-It just-- -I think it's unique.
-Yeah. Okay. -I can't imagine.
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
(LOUD, INDISTINCT CHATTER)
JAY: Although I couldn't film at the reunion,
I do meet a schoolmate who flew up from Florida.
-(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLES) -(TIRES SCREECH)
She tells me that a few years ago,
Mrs. Bromberg came into the ophthalmologist's office where she works.
She then tells me
that Mrs. Bromberg moved back to New York
and is still alive.
And she offers to help me find her.
But first, I wanted to speak to my classmates,
to see what they remembered.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
CLASSMATE 1: I'm searching deep in the bowels
of my memory... (CHUCKLES)
...for this to jump out at me or come to me,
but I gotta tell ya, I got nothing.
CLASSMATE 2: No, 'cause I don't think I was there.
And I got the idea it was something that happened
in the schoolyard.
CLASSMATE 3: Yeah, I don't recall anything
specifically after school,
but I do-- I certainly remember Richard.
CLASSMATE 4: He always struck me as someone
who was on the outside.
CLASSMATE 5: I remember him being awkward.
-Not comfortable in his own skin. -♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
CLASSMATE 6: I believe it was in the schoolyard.
I remember sort of a circle
-around him. Um... -(CHILDREN CLAMORING)
CLASSMATE 6: And the chanting.
And I remember him breaking away
and pushing out of the circle and running home.
You know, I don't think anybody was friends with him.
Kind of the worst thing you could do is shunning,
which I've learned over the years,
being in education.
Shunning somebody cuts them off from all social ties.
And in many ways, that's what we did with Richard.
-We shunned him, so that... -♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
...if you befriended him,
you were then shunned as well.
CLASSMATE 7: I remember what an annoying...
(CLICKS TONGUE) That I-- He brought me to a point
where I had to punch him in the face in the schoolyard...
to get him away from me, to just leave me alone.
CLASSMATE 8: I mean, he definitely marched to a different drummer,
but I don't think we were nice to him.
CLASSMATE 9: I just remember he would just explode,
and then burst out crying at the drop of a hat.
CLASSMATE 10: Well, at least I think in our case,
we picked on him just because he seemed...
he seemed vulnerable.
CLASSMATE 11: We were actually kinda friends.
I had been to his house, he had been to mine.
I remember working on projects together with him.
CLASSMATE 12: You know what I remember?
I remember the saddest thing of all...
-JAY: Hmm. -...which was your brother.
-JAY: Yeah. -(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
CLASSMATE 12: That's what I remember, and...
and just what a difficult...
childhood that must have made for you. (CHUCKLES)
CLASSMATE 13: I remember him being very intelligent.
When he spoke,
he did not speak like a child. He almost spoke like an adult.
CLASSMATE 14: Beyond his years in one aspect,
and yet very immature in others.
I remember him never using the word "bathroom."
"Lavoratory."
CLASSMATE 15: I remember him
throwing his notebook and pencil at the teacher.
And I remember being really shocked
by that kind of behavior.
You know, like, "Whoa, who does that?"
CLASSMATE 16: I remember you were unfortunate enough
to lose your brother at a very young age.
CLASSMATE 17: I just remember him
as being an off-key kid.
But I was off-key myself.
I remember having the whole class
-being punished for something. -(TEACHER SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
CLASSMATE 17: Now, I probably was not brave enough
back then to say, "That's not fair."
And I remember that her response was, "That's tough."
Mrs. Bromberg could be a bully...
um, or she could've been just a very strict teacher.
CLASSMATE 18: I just felt drawn to you
because I felt what I thought was your sadness.
And I don't even remember
if your brother was older or younger.
JAY: He was younger.
-Two years younger. -CLASSMATE 18: Okay.
CLASSMATE 1: I recall that I was an obnoxious kid.
So I would have had no problem
taunting somebody else, you know?
Naturally also being that you, in fifth grade,
you know, when you're in fifth grade,
you're very insecure about yourself.
-JAY: Mm-hmm. -CLASSMATE 1: You know,
whenever you're insecure about yourself,
you always try and make yourself better
by putting other people down.
CLASSMATE 19: I know there were times where I would just, like,
you know, sneakily give him a...
kind of a-- some kind of emotional jab or something.
And now, being a bully to me is, like, one of
the most disgusting things anyone could be, so...
It just bothers me, 'cause he...
he was nervous,
and, um, I contributed more to his nervousness,
and that really bugs me.
CLASSMATE 18: So as a class, like, we all witnessed this,
or some of us remember, some of us don't,
and Richard has his own story that he lived too.
And I would be so interested in that.
Like, he might be just fine.
CLASSMATE 7: It was a different time, a different era.
Um-- I'd have-- I'd apologize,
and I have a lot more compassion to him,
because by the grace of God,
he could've been one of my kids or grandchildren.
-JAY: Hmm. -CLASSMATE 7: But at that time, I think
poor Richard was left, uh...
you know, left out on an island.
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
And God knows, you know, how painful it must have been
being inside his head.
JAY: Okay. Aside from Dick,
I interviewed everyone I could find.
Sadly, three of my classmates have passed away.
Eddie, my best friend throughout grade school,
died at age 50 from throat cancer.
And I still miss him.
And Marilyn died at age 60 from ovarian cancer.
And Jerry died a few months after I interviewed him,
at age 64, from a heart attack.
JERRY: Say hi to anybody you do speak to, Jay. Uh...
Tell 'em we-- You just say we spoke
and, uh, send my regards.
JAY: Here's what I've learned so far.
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
One, in a way, I still feel guilty.
And I have to ask myself,
"Am I trying to atone by making this film?"
Two, I never realized
how much Mrs. Bromberg calling us animals affected me,
and I now remember the shame I felt.
Three, I'm starting to wonder
if we are hard-wired to pick up vulnerability.
Four, although I thought I had hidden it from everyone,
my classmates remembered
I had a brother who died when I was in fourth grade
and that I was shut down and unapproachable.
Five, I really need to find Mrs. Bromberg.
♪ (MUSIC ENDS) ♪
BOBBE BROMBERG: (OVER VOICEMAIL) Please leave me a message.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
Yeah, hello, Mrs. Bromberg, this is Jay Rosenblatt,
a former student of yours, way back in 1965 and 1966.
And I would love to speak with you. Um...
I will give you a call back in a little while,
and hopefully we can connect.
I hope you are well, and I will speak to you soon.
Thanks. Bye.
BOBBE: (OVER VOICEMAIL) Please leave me a message.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
BOBBE: (OVER VOICEMAIL) Please leave me a message.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
BOBBE: (OVER VOICEMAIL) Please leave me a message.
(VOICEMAIL BEEPS)
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
BOBBE: (OVER PHONE)
Hi, Mrs. Bromberg.
-This is-- -BOBBE:
This is Jay Rosenblatt.
BOBBE:
Is this a good time?
BOBBE:
Okay, perfect.
Um... How are you?
BOBBE:
Wow, that's great. That's great.
BOBBE:
I'm really-- I'm really glad to hear that.
(BOBBE CHUCKLES)
-(AIRPLANE ENGINE RUMBLES) -(TIRES SCREECH)
-BOBBE: Hello. -Hi, Mrs. Bromberg.
BOBBE:
(CHUCKLES) Hi.
-Oh! Oh. -We have our-- Hi, Bobby.
Nice to see you.
So, tell me, what brings you here?
-JAY: There's you. -BOBBE: Yeah, I was blonde.
-JAY: You were. -(BOBBE CHUCKLES)
BOBBE: Before that, I was brown.
I don't think I recognize anybody.
JAY: Do you remember, um, any bullying episodes?
-Any what? -JAY: Bullying.
-Bullying. -Bullying?
JAY: Yeah.
Not really.
No.
Do you?
JAY: Yeah, I'm gonna tell you about it, that's--
-I'm gonna get to that. -Girls tend to be catty,
even at an early age.
With boys,
if you can throw a ball and catch one,
that's all you need.
JAY: And what if you were a boy that couldn't throw a ball?
(SIGHS)
Depends on the age. Could be a big problem.
-JAY: Yeah. -Were you able to throw a ball?
JAY: I threw a ball well...
-(CHUCKLES) -...but I knew boys that...
couldn't do that or didn't do that well.
-And, uh, they had big problems. -Yeah.
-JAY: Yeah. -Because boys are...
who they are, what they are. Girls are catty all the time.
JAY: Well, boys can be pretty cruel too. (CHUCKLES)
-That's different. -JAY: Uh-huh.
That's different than being catty.
-JAY: Uh-huh. -You're talking bullying.
-(CHILDREN CLAMORING) -JAY: I'm just curious. Why do you think
kids pick on weaker kids?
Kids are tuned into that in the oddest way.
The kids'll pick up something that the adults can't see.
-Sixth sense or something. -JAY: Uh-huh.
That happens all the time.
-JAY: Right. -It happened to my daughter.
JAY: She got picked on?
BOBBE:
But...
I didn't.
-JAY: I'm sorry you lost her. -Hey.
JAY: Yeah.
JAY: I recount the entire bullying episode
to see if it jogs her memory.
JAY: Does-- Does any of it sound familiar to you?
Not at all?
There were so many things like this?
That's right.
-JAY: Right. -Through the years.
It happened to you.
-That's why you remember. -JAY: Uh-huh.
So, what do you think of this story I told you, in general?
-I mean, did-- I know it did-- -About?
JAY: About this whole bullying incident
and this film I'm making. Any thoughts?
Or any questions? Do you have any questions?
No, I know what goes on.
My daughter was bullied. I know what happens.
Uh...
♪ (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
And the film, I'm not sure people want to see it.
I'm really not.
JAY: So you think people won't want to see my film?
I don't think so.
-That's just my opinion. -JAY: Mm-hmm.
Well, you might be right. (LAUGHS)
It depends on how it's presented, also.
-JAY: Right. Yeah. -And, uh...
I don't know. It...
-♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪ -It could be tedious.
-JAY: Mm-hmm. -It could be possibly
very tedious to watch.
JAY: Mrs. Bromberg was right.
I remember this because I participated.
Why didn't I say, "Stop"?
If you could...
say something to the other Richard...
Mm-hmm.
-If you had that opportunity... -Right.
-What would it be? -(INHALES)
Well, first, I'd have to say, "Do you remember me?"
and "Do you remember us being together
in fourth grade and fifth grade?"
I'd be curious at what his memory is, because...
the concern I'd have is that it's not a big deal to him.
It was just--- It was part and parcel
of his experience growing up.
It's like one more thing, you know?
And that I would make this big deal of...
whether it's an apology or a recognition, uh,
that doesn't need to be made.
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
JAY: So now, it's the part of the film
where one would expect to meet Dick,
the other Richard.
I mean, it makes sense.
In fact, that was my original plan.
The big climax at the end. We all get to hear from Dick,
and hopefully see for ourselves that he turned out okay,
see how resilient humans can be.
maybe not feel so guilty or ashamed.
After all, we were just kids.
These things happen all the time.
Who knows?
Maybe he doesn't even remember the schoolyard incident.
Anyway, there will be no Dick ending this film.
Instead, I've decided to write him a letter.
"Dear Richard."
I've made a film about the time we bullied you
in the P.S. 194 schoolyard.
I've interviewed everyone I could track down
"from our fifth grade class to see what they remember."
(CHILDREN CLAMOR)
"What I didn't expect was that most people"
only had a vague memory of the actual incident,
"but everyone clearly remembered you."
♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪
"My intention was to hopefully end the film"
with a face-to-face interview with you,
but the further into the project I got,
"the less sure I was to bring the adult you into it."
(LOW RUMBLING)
"As I was interviewing everyone..."
(CHILDREN CLAMOR)
...I started to feel like we were reenacting
"the bullying incident from 50 years ago."
♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
"It might be hard to believe this,"
but when I began making this film,
I didn't consider how it might make you feel.
I guess I'm not as sensitive as I thought.
Anyway, on the off chance
you might one day contact me again saying,
'I heard you made a film about me,'
please know that the film is not really about you,
but about us.
What's become clear to me is that everyone carries pain.
If you think about it...
so much of life seems to involve hiding our vulnerabilities.
In my case,
it was losing my brother when I was in fourth grade,
and the intense survivor guilt that I carried
and tried to hide.
Yet through that pain, I can now see yours,
"and therein lies our connection."
♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
"In closing, Richard, what I can tell you"
is that everyone I spoke to wished you well
and felt bad for the way you were treated.
And finally, I simply want to say...
"I'm sorry."
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
♪ (GENTLE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪