[Music] [Music] [Music] Hey, Messer, that was a killer catch, man. Totally wicked. Can I have the ball back? H. Oh, this here. Thanks. You want to play ball? No, no, thank you. I am feeding the pigeons. That's [Music] cool. What are you doing? Feeding the pigeons. You do that too much, and you know what? You get fat pigeons. That's a line for Mary Poppins. I love that movie. You ever see it? No. There's this guy who's utterly a banker, and he doesn't have time for his family or for living or anything. In Mary Poppins, she comes down from the clouds, and she shows him what's important: fun, flying kites, all that stuff, supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. What? Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious? Utterly fantabulous word, huh? It means, you know, great, wonderful, ginchi, gnarly, peachy-keen, a joke. It's a cute movie. Maybe not everybody's thing, but you know Dick Van

dijk's British accent defies belief. He eats a jolly old day with you, Mary Poppins. You know, cute. Okay, what's the matter? What do you mean, what's the matter? I know something's wrong. I mean, look at you sitting here moping. It isn't like you. No, perhaps it isn't. I don't know what's wrong, but you're right. Something is the matter. When they captured me, imprisoned me in their box, I had just one thought: Revenge. By the time I freed myself, my original captor had gone the way of Mortals, and I took my Vengeance on his son. It felt fine, I suppose, but it didn't feel as satisfying as I had expected. In the interim, my dream world had fallen apart. I needed my tools, long since stolen and Scattered. One by one, I found them. Eventually, I found them. The pouch was relatively easy to regain. The helmet, I challenged a demon, Dar, the hordes of Hell, faced down Lucifer himself, huh? That left only the Ruby. The Ruby was a human, had been using it. I hate to

think what toll it must have taken on his mind, on his soul. We fought in dreams. The stone, no longer mine, was sucking me into its fabric. It was terrible, and thinking it was my life. He was crashing. He destroyed the Ruby. He destroyed it. It freed me, more than that. It freed everything of me that was in the stone. I got it all back. I was more powerful than I had been in eons. I returned the human to the mad house. You see, until then, I'd been driven. I'd had a true Quest, a purpose beyond my function, and then suddenly, the quest was over. I felt drained, disappointed, let down. Does that make sense? I had been sure that as soon as I had everything back, I'd feel good, but inside, I felt worse than when I started. I feel like nothing there. You asked. I'm sorry, maybe I don't have an answer. Have you finished? Yes. You could have called me, you know. I didn't want to worry you. I don't believe it. Let me tell you something, dream, and I'm only going

to say it once so you'd better pay attention. You are utterly the stupidest, most self-centered, appalling excuse for an anthropomorphic personification on this or any other plane. An infantile, adolescent, pathetic specimen feeling all sorry for yourself because your little game is over and you haven't got the balls to go and find a new one. I don't believe this dream. You're as bad as desire or worse. Didn't it occur to you that I'd be worried silly about you? Hey, I didn't think. That's exactly it. You didn't. You lumik, you overgrown bubble-headed. Oh wow, give me strength. Another killer catch. You're as mean a ball player as your friend here. He's not my friend, he's my brother, and he's an idiot. Just feeding the birds. Look, I can't stay all day. I've got work to do. You can come with me or you can stay here in silk. I don't mind either way. I'll come with you, I suppose. Don't do me any favors. So, so hey Fox, like uh you.

want a soda. Can I see you again? Sure, Franklin. You'll see me again soon. Okay, hey, uh, how'd you know my name's Franklin? Soundless, we travel. No head's turn to mark our passing. The churning crowd parts as we walk through it, looking everywhere else but not at us. In the world of the waking, of the living, we move as silent as a breath of cool wind. As we pass them, people shiver and look away, mutter to each other. Feels like someone walking over my grave, I heard one man say. Like someone just walked over my grave. Violin music echoes down the stairway, sounding frail and out of place. I recognize the tune, although it is being played very badly. I heard it last in London 200 years ago. Can you Ro Romany? Can you P flash? Can you rock Romany? Can you fake a bu? Yes, I can patter Romany. Harry, can you? I didn't hear nobody come in. Can I P Romany? Not so good, but I can fake a bush.

means to play the fiddle. I'm not real Romany. Used to play the restaurants and clubs when I was younger. Scarf around my head. You pick up [Music] stuff. Nah, I'm no Gypsy. I'm a yid, an old Jew dying lonely in New York. You know, yes, I know who you are, Harry. Do you know who I am? You, you're no, not yet. Please, I, yeah, I know who you [Music] are. Excuse me, something I got to say. I always used to wonder if I would, but you know what they say. Shar Isel adoi. Ado adad hero Israel. The Lord Our God, the Lord is one. I look so empty. I look so old. It's good that I said the Shar. My old man always said it guaranteed you a place in heaven if you believe in heaven. So I'm dead now. What? Now's when you find out, Harry. She draws him close. From the darkness, I hear the beating of Mighty Wings. I thought he was sweet, didn't you? Sweet. I do not know.

perhaps my sister when I was captured. It was not me they wanted; it was you. Yeah, I know. Come on, I don't want to miss this next [Music]. One afternoon, nobody wants comedy; they want to drink in peace, make assignations, do their deals. Es has to fight for every laugh she gets. Seriously, don't you ever wonder about Batman? It beats waiting tables. How he got started, her hands are sweating. I can see him over breakfast saying to his wife, Morning, hun. Listen, I got something to tell you. I, uh, I quit the job at the Ad Agency. So, what are you going to do now, Ralphie, huh? I got it all figured out. I'm going to dress up like a bat and fight crime. You're going to what, Ruffy? Have you talked this over with your analyst? And what about Robin? Now that kid was... But if they had captured you, the consequences... I want to hear this. Hey, my bell, reach out and kill someone. And this deep voice says, Well, there's more where that came from. They like her waves of approval of

sweet laughter washed over her. Now she's going places, huh? She's a scream, those [ __ ]. I don't believe it, that screw and Mik was live, those cheap no good. Who are you? I just realized that's every comedian's nightmare, huh? Dying on stage. I thought you were really funny. No, but I would have been. Oh, I couldn't have had a few more lousy years. I would have made it to the top. Why? Sorry, Esme, your time was up. Come here, honey. I hear the sound of her wings gets me down too. Mostly, they aren't too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands, but they enter your realm each night without fear, and I am far more terrible than you, my sister. GUI GUI go, you [Music] go. Papa Pap papa papa. But is that all there was? Is that all I get? Yes, I'm afraid so. The sound of wings. Hello, beautiful. Mama's got you something lovely, honey. No [Music] oh, I find myself wondering about.

Humanity, their attitude to my sister's gift, is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born, but they fear her, dread her feebly. They attempt to cate her; they do not love her. Many thousands of years ago, I heard a song in a dream, a mortal song that celebrated her gift. I still remember it. Death is before me today, like the recovery of a sick man, like going forth into a garden after sickness. Death is before me today, like the odor of myrrh, like sitting under a sail in a good wind. Death is before me today, like the course of a stream, like the return of a man from the war galley to his house. Death is before me today, like the home that a man longs to see after years bent as a captive. That forgotten poet understood her gifts. My sister has a function to perform, even as I do. The endless have their responsibilities; I have responsibilities. I walk by her side and

the Darkness lifts from my soul. I walk with her, and I hear the gentle beating of Mighty Wings. You have taught me something I had forgotten. I thank you, my sister. That's what family's about. Well, brother, listen, I've got to head back soon. It was good seeing you. Just one last appointment, and then I have to go. You have given me much to think about. Yo, Franklin, I'm telling you, man, she said she'd see me again soon, and she knew my name. That's one bad lady. Get the ball bug. [Applause] Brain, Franklin. Wow, when that car came out, I thought I was gone for sure. That what you thought, huh? Hey, it's you. When you said you'd see me again soon, I didn't think you meant this soon. Hold that thought, Franklin. See you, dream. Don't be a stranger. Okay, now before you say anything else, you better come over here. There's something you maybe ought to see. Goodbye, sister. There is much to do in My Kingdom, much to restore, much to

create but that can wait. I have found the solace I sought, though not in the way I imagined. From dreams, I conjure a handful of yellow grain. I throw the grain into the air, and I hear it, the sound of wings. [Music] ch [Music] [Music] [Music]

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