Narrator: Once, in a time before time, God breathed life into the universe. And the light gave birth to Angels. And the earth gave birth to Man. And the fire gave birth to the Djinn, creatures condemned to dwell in the void between the worlds. One who wakes a Djinn will be given three wishes. Upon the granting of the third, the unholy legions of the Djinn will be freed to rule the earth. Fear one thing in all there is... FEAR THE DJINN. Alexandra Amberson: A djinn? A genie? Wendy: Now hold on a minute. Forget what our culture has made of the Djinn. Forget Barbara Eden. Forget Robin Williams. To the people of ancient Arabia, the Djinn was neither cute not funny. It was something else entirely. It was the face of fear itself. Alexandra Amberson: If there's no hope, no magic, I'll have to rely on myself. Djinn: [as Wendy] Match wits with a creature older than time? Match wits with a prince of the dark dominions? Pit your tiny twentieth century mind against one who walked the spaces between the worlds, and trod the wings of angels beneath his conquering feet? Alexandra, you're a delight! Really, you are. Beaumont: My God! Djinn: Not yet, human. Soon... very soon I will be. Djinn: 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? Merritt's Guard: No, I can't say that I do. I can't say that I give a shit, either. Djinn: My patience wears thin. Alexandra Amberson: What are you going to do, kill me? Where's your third wish then? Djinn: I don't need you dead, Alexandra. I just need you to wish you were. Djinn: Run, insect. Run and tell those you will, what you will. Tell them there is something loose in their city which feeds on wishes. But tell them quickly, while you still have a soul. Djinn: That which is eternal cannot die. But if it's any consolation to you, sweet Alex, THAT HURT LIKE HELL! Alexandra Amberson: What if I wished you dead? The Djinn: Why how remarkably original of you, Alexandra. I'll tell you what. I'll give you one free wish. A sample. Just to get you in the spirit of the game. Alexandra Amberson: All right. I want you to destroy yourself. Right now. Blow your brains out. The Djinn: Very well.
[picks up a gun, presses it under his chin, and pulls the trigger, blowing off the top of his head]
The Djinn: [wound heals instantly, disappointing Alexandra] That which is eternal cannot die. But if it's any consolation to you sweet Alex, THAT HURT LIKE HELL! Alexandra Amberson: Where's Wendy? The Djinn: Bedroom. But I wouldn't go in there if I were you. Messy. I needed her face. Alexandra Amberson: You son of a bitch, you killed her. The Djinn: Actually, I can't kill anyone. Not unless they wish me to. Your research should have told you that. Alexandra Amberson: She didn't wish to be dead, you lying sack of shit! The Djinn: I showed my true face. Her reaction was less than flattering. As a matter of fact, she got downright hysterical! I merely asked if she wished to be released from her fear. You're a dangerous person to know, Alexandra. Your scientist friend, your boss, the policeman, Wendy. By the by-where is that tasty little sister of yours today? [licks upper lip slowly] The Djinn: Going my way? Djinn: You wish to know what I am? To you, i am this: The cry of the abandoned child. The whimper of the whipped beast. I am the face that stares back at you from the shadowed mirror. The hollowness at the heart of all your hopes, Alexandra. I am despair. Djinn: You wish to know what I am? To you, I am this: The cry of the abandoned child. The whimper of the whipped beast. I am the face that stares back at you from the shadows of your mirror. The hollowness at the heart of all your hopes, Alexandra. I AM DESPAIR. Djinn: Listen to their screams, child, listen to the music of their agony. The Djinn: So, how do you like me so far? The Djinn: We have unfinished business. Alexandra Amberson: It's gonna stay unfinished! Nathaniel Demerest: Step aside, doorman. Johnny Valentine: Doorman? The name is Valentine. Johnny Valentine. You'd better remember when they ask you how you lost your eye! The Djinn: I claim that which is owed. Ed Finney: Does the word dumbass mean anything to you? Homeless Man: You left customers in there. That's not a very good way to run a business. Pharmacist: Don't you tell me how to run my business, you're a fucking bum! Homeless Man: Well, you don't tell me how to run my life! You're a fucking prick! I'll talk to whoever I want to! You don't own this fucking sidewalk! Pharmacist: You wanna know something? I do own this fuckin' sidewalk. You wanna know why? Cause I pay fuckin' taxes! Homeless Man: Fuck you! Pharmacist: No, fuck you! Homeless Man:
I hope you die, you sack of shit. I hope you die, and I hope you float down the gutter, so I can fuckin' piss on you!