The Omnipotence of Dreams Page #2

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but I had my phone turned off

because of the super bowl!

I mean, I think they

called fire and rescue.

He calls me.

So to answer your question, no,

my father is not going

to be driving my new Z4.

And with a broken leg,

(thunder rumbles)

I had to hire someone to

go to the grocery store

and take care of him.

Why can't Sheryl do that?

She's too busy with her charities.

You know, I've been

driving Route 13 for about

10 years now, and I've never

seen this place before.

What a dump.

(thunder rumbles)

Wonder if this is the

place where all those

gangster murders took place?

Wasn't that called Murphys?

No, that was, um,

the Bavarian house on Route 60.

On 16?

Yeah, just past the Dead Man's Curve,

over the old Benson Bridge.

No, that place was built after

all these murders took place.

These murders took place in

the late 1920s, early 1930s.

The Bavarian house was built

in the '40s during the war.

Which war?

The first, no, second World War.

What?, what murders?

Huh, well, I guess there's this guy

that was looking to challenge

the head gimbo,

was looking to take over the operations.

The story goes that this

upstart in this family

were having a big dinner

at some roadhouse.

Well, the big gimbo and his boys come in

and machine gunned the

whole lot, everyone!

Even the other customers and the staff.

I thought it burnt down shortly after.

He deserved it for

bringing to a dump like this.

They are the real guys

to look at, gangsters.

They're the real free capitalists.

No regulations, no taxes, do what you want

when you want to (mumbles).

(laughter)

You know, we should fly out

and play Pebble Beach this weekend.

Can't, Cancun!

(sighs) Yeah.

I can't believe the

idiots I have to put up with

- just to make a living.

- I know.

You said it, man.

What a crappy day.

If I'm not strangled with regulations?

It's dinks like Wilson dropping the ball

and costing me money.

One hundred and fifty thousand dollars.

If there's anybody who

deserves this drink, it's me.

(man cackles)

(lightning crashes)

You need a drink (laughs)?

You got it bad!

You two don't know how good you got it.

You don't know what bad times are.

Or bad luck for that matter. (laughs).

A couple of real hard-luck cases.

You don't know what bad times are.

Here, boys.

The next one's on me!

Probably the first

break your head all day,

or all your life.

Hey buddy, we're not interested.

Interested, you're not interested?

You two aren't interested

in anybody but yourselves.

And that will be your doom.

Your wives,

your father, your son,

your family, what grand burdens you two

have been settled with.

You can't talk to him like that.

Do you have any idea what we're worth?

Worth?

Yeah.

I have a pretty good idea

of what you two are worth.

What makes you think you know so much?

I'm the original hard luck case.

I'm Murphy.

Murphy's Law.

(thunder rumbles)

Oh, you know?

Murphy's Law.

Murphy's Law!

Whatever can go wrong will go wrong!

My entire life has been

strewn with bad luck.

(thunder rumbles)

I walk before the reaper,

debasing the dead and the live,

sowing seeds that will quench the thirst

of her long, bloody scythe.

(thunder rumbles)

What's that?

(thunder rumbles)

Oh, that's Zalambur.

Frederick Zalambur.

He was a 13th century poet.

I thought you two boys said

you were worth something?

And you never read any poetry as Zalambur?

(thunder rumbles)

(lightning cracks)

(rain patters)

Okay, old man.

You seem to know so much.

Tell us your story, tell

us about your hard luck.

Yeah, tell us your story.

Let us know what is and what isn't.

What is and what isn't.

Tell us about the dark world.

Yeah, dark world.

(money clip scraping across bar)

(click)

And you'll drink for a month!

Well,

it's a rather lengthy tale.

I don't think we're

going anywhere real soon.

(lightning cracks)

(train whistle blows)

(fly buzzes)

(train whistle blows)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

(piano music)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

(piano music)

(train whistle blows)

(piano music)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

My mother, an angel.

(distorted music)

I wanted for nothing and I was to attend

only the best schools,

but then came the crash.

(piano music)

(car honks)

(dogs bark)

(horse whinnies)

Like many others, we lost everything.

(piano music)

(sighs) As you might imagine,

father didn't take things well.

(somber piano music)

(orchestral music)

(car honks)

(car engine rattles)

Soon, mother and I were out on the street.

She found work scrubbing floors

in a manufacturing building.

They let us live in a supply

closet under the stairs,

but that didn't last long.

On my 10th birthday,

she saved enough pennies

to get me a cake.

Happy birthday, Murphy!

Even that didn't go well.

(suspenseful music)

(loud thud)

(loud crash)

(dramatic music)

(loud explosion)

(loud crash)

(suspenseful music)

(loud explosion)

(suspenseful music)

(loud crash)

(suspenseful music)

I barely got out,

but mother, well, I only pray

that she didn't suffer.

You see, boys, that's

the kind of hard luck

that follows me.

A 10-year-old-boy attempts

to blow out the candles

on this birthday cake (laughs)

and ends up blowing up four city blocks.

For you see, the manufacturing

facility where we resided

was a dynamite factory.

Why would they have a dynamite factory

in the middle of a city?

Well, government

regulations weren't quite

so strict in the old days.

- Government regulation?

- Government regulations?

(orchestral and piano music)

So there I was, no

mother, no father, no home.

All alone in the world.

Depressed, dejected, and wondering

what was to become of me.

I was picked up by the

authorities and placed

at Madame Babushka's

Home for Hapless Tykes.

(thunder rumbles)

It should have been named

Madame Babushka's Home

for Free Labor.

(water drips)

(thunder rumbles)

The place was run by an old

bat by the name of Babushka,

Madame Babushka.

She had immigrated from Yugochechnya

after the revolution and

started the orphanage.

She was always on my back.

Murphy, clean the floor!

Murphy, clean the toilets!

But I probably should have been thankful.

A roof over my head.

(water drips)

Three squares a day.

And the adoption process was a crapshoot.

Some kids were adopted by good families

and some weren't as fortunate.

(thunder rumbles)

(somber organ music)

(lightning cracks)

The only good thing I found at that place

was a book, the writings

of Frederick Zalambur.

(piano music)

That's where I started my real education.

(piano music)

Any time I had a free minute,

I would read Zalambur.

(piano music)

With regards to the theoretical proposal

of the pliability of

reality as it pertains

to the manipulation of reality on others,

we must first consider

and categorize our stages

leading up to and the subjects envelopment

the final stage or the catharsis,

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