" Rhetorically, he next title card asks:In this scarlet house of sin, does he ever hear he temple bells?Chinese addicts gamble together, consulting: "Fantan, he Goddess of Chance.For her: "The Hills Are Alive With the Sound of Music."The hills are alive with the sound of musicWith songs they have sung for a thousand years.The hills fill my heart with the sound of musicMy heart wants to sing every song it hears.My heart wants to beat like the wingsOf the birds that rise from the lake to the trees,My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies from a church on a breeze,To laugh like a brook when it trips and fallsOver stones on its wayTo sing through the night like a lark who is learning to pray.Knowing that he had behaved irreverently in the graveyard when his grandfather condemned him forever: "Boy, you""ll be damned to hell" - he mockingly speculated, hinted or foreshadowed his own coming fate:"Do you remember one time when we were small, we were out here? It was from right over there.Foley was still skeptical: "If Cain""s the man, where""s the money?" Adjoining the racetrack was Dent""s Oil Field, covered with red mud - the same location where Bogomil had jogged and become suspicious.