} The Oracle looks up from the question on the screen. The non-
} question made no sense. Unless. . .
}
} [ Cut to view of the Oracle boarding a plane in Istanbul. Cut
} to view of the Oracle riding a mule past the Parthenon. Cut
} to a view of the Oracle buying a lotto ticket from a small
} boy near the Sierra Madre's. Cut to a view of the Oracle
} boarding a small private jet in Detroit. Cut to a view of
} the Oracle standing at a sleazy bar asking a man with a
} bird cage on his head a question: ]
}
} So tell me Mr. Birdcage head. Where is the Oracle!???
}
} this is a test, right?
}
} No, it is not a test. Where is the Oracle?
}
} sir, no need for such a test.
}
} No, it is not a test, just answer me. I need to talk with
} the Oracle.
}
} you can trust me sir, you can trust all of us. no need for
} this really...
}
} WHERE IS HE DAMN IT?!
}
} sir. . . you are the oracle.
}
} [ dramatic music ]
}
} i hope i didn't fail a test sir.
}
} { It all was clear now. How could I have not seen? I -was- the
} Oracle, of course. Everywhere I went I had seemed to always
} be two steps behind him, one digest too late, one tellme away.
} It all made sense now, it a stomach churning, clammy skinned
} frightening way. The premonitions of the scores, the Deja
} Vu disgestions, the tributes that asked for just -those-
} things, the dreams of Lisa...!!! Lisa! ]
}
} <ring><ring> <ring><ring> <ring><rin...
}
} Yes?
}
} Lisa, it's me. Did we ever...do it?
}
} What?
}
} You heard me, did you and I ever, well, do it?
}
} What is wrong with you? Is my widdle Orrie horny?
}
} <click>
}
} { I hung up and noticed I was wet with sweat. I was the
} Oracle. I was the one who answered the questions! How
} then could so many answers have angered me? How then
} could I... oh my, no. I can't be, no, No. I must
} be a supplicant too. Maybe even The Supplicant. }
}
} [ Outside fog rolls in, a jet screams overhead, a dog
} barks, flashing lights, drops of thick red fluid splash
} on tea-bags floating in a sea of IKEA jetsam and beer. ]
}
} { I had to turn myself in? But to whom? Steve. Steve
} himself. Surely he'd believe me. Unless... }
}
} [ A bellhop walks up and hands me a note. A note to
} Mr. Kinzler. I stare at it. Another bellhop another
} note, this one to B1Ff. Another bellhop, another note,
} this one to Og... voices on the Public Address system
} "Telegram for Supplicant 'F', telegram for 'Darkmage',
} phone call for Mr. Joel Furr, table ready for the
} W..dch..k party, all queue dra..." ]
}
} NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!
}
} [ fade to Black ]
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