Wishmaster Page #3

I'm gonna be run off to him.

The stone of the secret fire was first written

by the Empersia, around

Around 900 years ago.

A court sorcerer is said to have

imprisoned an evil spirit within it.

An evil spirit?

Yes. A creature from the

spaces between the worlds.

A Djinn.

A Djinn?

A genie?

Now hold on a minute. Froget what our

culture has made of the Djinn.

Forget Barbars Eden.

Forget Robin Williams.

To the peoples of ancient Arabia,

the Djinn was not cute nor funny.

It was something else entirely.

It was the face of fear itself.

How's it look?

You tell me.

Wow.

I'm glad you approve.

Um. You want to try something else?

A different style maybe?

Tighter?

Oh, no. Don't like feeling confined.

I had enough of that.

Okay then, follow me.

With pleasure.

Now, will this be cash or charge Mr....?

Demerest.

Nathaniel Demerest

Call Me Nathaniel.

Okay Nathaniel.

Cash or charge?

Which would you prefer?

I don't know?

Cash?

Done.

Oh.

This is my first day in your world.

Ariella

I am pleased to see beauty as a constant.

Does it bother you... knowing that

your beauty will fade?

That your looking glass will day by day

tell you a long and unhappy story?

Well. I mean... That's life. Right?

It happens to all of us.

Like it or not.

It doesn't have to, Ariella.

Ask.

Ask and see what happens.

Ask for an end to change.

An end to decay.

Say, "I wish to be beautiful forever."

I wish to be beautiful forever.

Pleasure doing business with you.

Soon I will find you.

...would you like to do this some other time?

No. I'm a... I'm...

AH!

I just wanted Professor Derleth

to check out my costume.

Well obviously it's scary enough.

Go back to rehearsal.

Thanks.

You alright?

Yes.

Okay. The Djinn, the word is both

plural and singular by the way,

are a race created after the angels,

but before mankind.

Powerful. Magical. Evil.

Evil?

I though that genies granted wishes.

That's what the myths say.

They're obliged, but their true motivation is

always usurping this world for themselves.

I never heard that.

What I heard was...

A sweetened fable.

Over the centuries, faith became fairytales.

We avoided our terror by taming

it into fictions and inventing stories

of magical lamps to rock our

children to sleep.

And the old stories are darker.

Much darker.

In the old writings, the Djinn is everything

that we ever feared.

An utterly inhuman race of beings,

that mean us harm.

Older than our oldest history.

More powerful than our worst imagining

and driven by an ancient and endless malevolence.

Detective Nathanson.

Yeah?

I was told downstairs you were in

charge of the Aickman investigation.

I was.

The case is closed. At least as far as

homicide is concerned.

Unless you got something to tell me.

Actually, I was hoping you

had something to tell me.

Oh, really? And what would that be?

Nothing much.

An address.

A woman called Alexandra.

What the hell makes you think

I can give you her address?

What's your interest in this case anyway?

Why do you keep looking over there?

You see that guy?

Guilty as sin.

Walked on 7 counts.

Walked each time.

Made of teflon makes me sick.

You know what I would like?

I'd love to know.

Just once I'd like it to be easy.

I would like to nail that prick

Dent to the rights.

Murder One. Everybody's an eyewitness.

Alexandra

Hey! You!

The stone of the secret fire

created by a great Persian sorcerer

to save his people from the Djinn.

is as much a curse as a blessing.

because it is a doorway between the worlds.

And like all doors, can be opened

from either side.

Adjinn, once freed, can use the stone

to bring forth his race to our reality,

and overwhelm humanity.

But the Djinn must first charge the stone

by gathering the souls of humans

who have had a single wish granted...

He must then activate it,

by finding the human who woke him

into this world, and granting

him 3 wishes.

The sole limitation to the Djinn's

power is that it may only be

used in the service of wishes.

Sorry sir. We're closed.

I am trying to locate an employee.

- No on here. Just the boss.

- Alright, I'll talk to the boss.

Open the doors please.

It's appointments only

after business hours. Okay?

You're becoming a bother little man.

Open

the doors.

Okay pal. It is time for you to go.

Get out of my way.

I don't think so a**hole.

Do you have any idea how frustrating

it is to have unlimited power,

and only be able to use it when some

worm asks you for something?

No. I can't say that I do.

I can't say I give a sh*t either.

Ask me for something.

Okay.

I want you to leave.

No. No.

I have to get inside.

Well now, you's have to go through me.

And that is something I would love to see.

Who the hell are you?

How'd you get in here?

The guard opened up on me.

I wonder if I could ask your help.

I'm looking for Alexandra Amberson.

Ale.. Sh.. She, she was off today.

I asked you who you were.

Someone she's expecting.

Prehaps you'd be so kind as to

give me her home address.

Wait a minute. If she knows you,

how come you don't have her address?

I said she's expecting me.

I didn't say she knows me.

Oh. Well in that case, um.

Maybe you better e-mail her,

because I can't give you her address.

You understand.

Perfectly.

Would you happen to know

where she is right now?

Yes. I would.

- would you tell me?

- No. I wouldn't.

Hey, hey!

That's a very valuable piece.

Really?

You would like it to be 100

times its valuable?

Would I like it to be 100

times more valuable?

Yes.

Holy sh*t.

What are you,

David Copperfield or something?

How'd you do that?

Old family secret.

Where is Alexandra?

Ahhh. Well, I'm sorry, but I don't

really feel, um, comfortable telling you.

What would make you

comfortable Nick?

Name it.

What's my limit?

Your imagination.

Well, I am not a greedy man...

How about a million dollars?

Done.

Let's just see.

Oh. Wait a minute. You forgotten

to fill in the beneficiary.

Oh silly. It's my son Nick.

He owns a very

prestigious auction house.

There you go. Thanks for your business

Mrs. Merritt. Enjoy your flight.

Hey. Yourself.

What the hell are you doing?

Learning the rules of the game.

I leave work early to get you back

the car, and you're not even ready.

Um Hm.

Basketball?

Damn.

I lost track of time.

Okay. Just uh.

Just give me a second. Okay?

Okay. That was great.

Come on everybody. Let's take a five.

Stillness Miss Amberson.

That's how I did it.

Stillness. Just like you said.

Yes. Go

Go.

Can I have your phone again?

God. Who is this woman anyway?

Damn, it's a machine.

Professor Derleth, this is Alex.

Again.

I really need to talk to you as

soon as possible. Please call me back.

Thank you.

Excuse me miss.

Do you mind terribly if I borrow your phone?

I'd be happy to pay for the call.

That's Okay.

Alright. That ought to keep

you from tripping. Go.

Nobody home.

Useful little items, arent they?

I claim that, which is old.

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