Sinbad and the War of the Furies Page #5

Yeah. It is perfect. For a five

year old birthday party.

Guys, enough games.

Ace, where's the heart?

Upstairs. That's the best place

for us to try this.

Just in case things get

a little boisterous.

You know, if the Furies

do come tonight,

and it's safe to

assume they will,

we're going to need a magical

bodyguard ourselves.

Please, come on.

Yes.

This way.

Jax?

Oh, I'm good I'll stay here.

I found some reading.

You sure?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

How do these furies

keep finding me?

And if they're so magically

powerful and all-knowing,

why don't they know you

have the heart?

Maybe it's not all

they want.

What aren't you telling me?

I wonder if the Furies really want

the Heart of the Medusa back.

I'm beginning to believe that

they could be after you instead.

Watch your step.

Oh! Oof!

Is this where you keep

the dead bodies?

I know.

It's the heart.

Where is it?

In that basket.

I tried covering it up

to contain the smell,

but it just gets

stronger.

Ah!

Sorry. That's

Cleopatra's asp.

What a great ass she had.

Some say it's Cesar.

Dude. get a new hobby.

Try the other.

Careful.

There's definitely

a chemical breakdown

in that jewel like nothing

I've encountered before.

Wha is all this stuff?

Ah. This...

is my more

eclectic treasures.

Aladdin's carpets.

Here, the tears of Allah.

This is a perfect atmosphere

for us to try using this.

It never worked for me.

Not even as a traditional lamp.

But perhaps if a descendant of the

original Old Sindibad lights it,

maybe it will bring her our

of her slumber.

Okay. Come on.

What do you have to lose?

Try it.

I've tried all kinds of oils.

- It's not a lamp. It's a puzzle box.

- Really?

How do we open it?

Simple.

Solve the riddle.

My lord.

I had no idea it had

such a shine.

It's like brand new.

What's it saying?

It's some kind of Ancient Genie dialect.

I'm a bit rusty but let me try.

She said she can manifest

reality three times

if you're too lazy to do it

yourself. Oh! She's witty.

Manifest reality, like...

Anything?

She said, you can limit

yourself if you like.

Millions do it everyday.

Ask her what the Heart of

Medusa is and why Manta

and those rejects from Lita Ford

School of Rock want it so bad.

That's a mouth full.

Let me try.

She's getting angry. She said she can't

read minds and the stone can't do anything,

It's just matter

without consciousness.

But you just said she could.

Let me try.

She's getting really mad.

She says, "Make a wish.

Any wish. Get a life!"

Bring my friend Nick

back to life.

You said you can do anything.

She can turn time forward, but

she can't turn time back.

Okay. What else

can't you do?

She won't intentionally harm anyone

and she won't give you money.

That would involve taking it

away from someone.

So you can't kill the Furies?

I am a Genie, not a machine gun.

Wait a minute, you

speak english now?

What is this? Some weird

elaborate hoax?

I had no idea.

I don't have time

for this.

You are different than

the other Sinbad.

You have an air of arrogance.

And yet you are actually humble.

A valiant hero trying

to be a thief.

You're wishes don't work because you're

actually pretending to be something else.

A rogue.

If you think I'm a joke,

say it to my face.

I don't need some industrial Light

and Magic rip-off making fun of me.

I came here for one reason.

To get the stone. Now that I have it...

Hey! That's got the snake in it.

Which you should get rid of because it's

illegal to keep exotic pets in California.

Look at the thief

peaching the law.

The Jinn was right. Deep down,

you are a hero at heart.

Sebastian, we're

out of here.

Sinbad, wait.

Get your stuff.

We're out of here.

This guy has done nothing but

waste our time and play games.

Sinbad, I'm sorry.

I never meant to offend you.

Offended I can handle.

But lied to?

I never miss let you.

And you told me you were going to share

the magical mysteries of my family.

And I have!

If my heritage involves playing

footsie with some second-rate

Barbara Eden wanna-be you keep locked up

on the attic, I pray to God I'm adopted.

Young man, that lamp hasn't worked

for anyone for hundreds of years.

Who knows what you're capable of

if you just embraced your legacy!

I don't care about my heritage.

I don't want the lamp. I don't want the

heart. I wish I'd never even found it.

I'd rethink that if I were you.

Why? What's so special about it?

Well it says here that the Heart of

Medusa has the power of twenty gods.

Big deal.

And it can transform the

shape of continents.

Oh yeah? I think Global Warming

has dibs on that one.

Okay. Well I think with these ancient

texts backing up these claims,

that gem it could easily be worth

over one hundred million dollars.

I will fight to the death

to keep that stone away

from anyone who tries to take

it or wishes us harm.

How do you know that anyway?

Easy.

I found the instruction manual.

I forgot I owned that book.

These texts are endless allegories

about the Heart of Medusa

is a warning that revenge and

anger just trap a person

in some kind of prison of rage so that

they can't move on with their life.

Sound like wise words to me.

Cardinal, bring another

bottle of wine.

The Domaine

Jean-Louise Rhone 2005.

Not the 2003?

You common Peasant!

Oh, I'm impressed.

Fetch the good vintage. I must

live up to Sinbad's standards.

You seem pretty calm on the

eve of Armageddon.

Well, I learned long ago to let

fate have her way with me.

All I can control is whether

I face her sober.

This is useless.

Ah. Let me see your finds.

I'm not even sure if the Heart

of Medusa is a weapon anymore.

Then we stick with what

we know works.

Yeah.

I picked these up at the

market yesterday.

These work.

I highly recommend them.

Instead of striking back

at the Furies,

perhaps there's another way to

quell their anger towards you.

Why do they hate me so much?

What's this grievance they

have against me?

Hmm. The "useless" wisdom our

dear doctor discarded

is actually the instructions

we're looking for.

Here it is.

You ancestor, Old Sindibad,

sailed seven voyages.

Most with passion

and glory,

but it says here

his fourth voyage,

i'm sad to say, brought

out the worst in him.

He shipwrecked on an island and

married the kingdom's princess.

Not long after the wedding,

she fell ill and died.

It was then he learned the

land's dastardly custom.

If one spouse died,

the living spouse was

buried alive with them.

You know what, they use to

do that in India.

Except it was only the wives that had to

be buried alive with their dead husbands.

No the other way around.

Which is sexist.

Why did you look at me when

you said that?

Sinbad was thrown into the communal

tomb with just a little bit of water

and a small loaf of bread.

Weeks passed.

Just when he was about to die,

the tomb opened

and another couple...

this time the husband dead,

but the wife was alive.

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