The Omnipotence of Dreams Page #3

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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!

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