Three Thousand Years of Longing Edit

A "Nightingale's Eye."

A breath in a bottle.

A child, of fire and dust.

A Djinn has all the time in the world.

A Djinn?

A dream, perhaps,

A key to open the doors of her perception.

A language to explain the forces

A long, bracing walk.

A mistake to love someone entirely?

A more convenient size, I see.

A mortal will never know, but a Djinn might.

A number of power.

A vast gizmo which probed the essence of matter.

A widow of the Sultan, Ahmed the First.

About the ways of humans.

About trickster Djinn,

About what?

Absence of desire means enlightenment.

After which I would be grateful

Ah, it's quite a story.

Ah, we'll play the ukulele.

Aliens, whatever helps.

Alithea Binnie, you are a liar!

Alithea, how can it be...

Alithea, I loved her.

Alithea, there is a place for me here.

Alithea: (softly) Oh. Sorry.

Alithea: (whispers) My Djinn.

Alithea: All right.

Alithea: Apart from the usual aches and pains,

Alithea: Every listening ear was yours.

Alithea: He told me I...

Alithea: He would visit from time to time,

Alithea: Hello, Clementine.

Alithea: I leave for London today.

Alithea: If there is fate, can we escape it?

Alithea: Just a minute!

Alithea: My Djinn told me,

Alithea: Oh, I know where this is going.

Alithea: Oh?

Alithea: Only an emanation of an absence.

Alithea: Quite the prison.

Alithea: The way my brain is wired is... is the...

Alithea: This wishing...

Alithea: What are we to do with longings awoken?

Alithea: Why did she not make a wish to be free?

Alithea: Why? When I feel so well?

Alithea: You know, I am actually a child.

Alithea: You know, I've never said this to you before.

Alithea: You were undone by silliness yet again.

Alithea!

All in the palace flee to the streets,

All knowledge

All murmuring at once.

All of it.

All of this since I was trapped in Zefir's bottle.

All right. All right.

All the stories and the paintings.

All these astonishments, in less than 200 years.

All who cherish him are dead.

Almost emancipated and tethered to this world

Alone by choice.

Also doomed me.

Also, I have a confession to make.

Also?

Ambushing me.

Amina: Gosh. (exclaiming)

An emanation?

An illegal taxi driver, more likely.

And a girl in love.

And after that, he disappeared altogether.

And all gods and monsters

And an ifrit to whisper the mother's name.

And are reduced to metaphor.

And arrest a fatal bleeding.

And becomes Sultan Murad the Fourth.

And brings them to his couch.

And caught up by the usual intrigues,

And did not talk to her at all.

And disappointment.

And does that work?

And draw him back to the secret bathroom.

And dropped a hot tear.

And every time, it would appease.

And finally, I wish for another one of those.

And for her, that was more than enough.

And Handel wrote music about it.

And he always disappeared when I had a headache,

And I am saddled with the one

And I do this piteously for 100 years,

And I don't want it to get damaged.

And I filled this journal, bulging with facts.

And I had great trouble rousing her.

And I knew what her first wish would be.

And I lost my heart to her.

And I return to my homeland in a day's time.

And I to spirit away at last to the Realm of Djinn.

And I'll give it to someone more gullible?

And in one of those shops, there are three rooms.

And in the ending?

And it is always wise

And it was bad.

And languished for 2,500 years.

And likely heir to his mighty throne.

And more durable.

And my patience is rewarded.

And only here to grant your heart's desire.

And replace him with Mustafa.

And she agreed with all that I said,

And she desired you in return?

And she did, on the instant.

And she flourished in every way.

And she revealed herself to me by the things she had made.

And she saw that I was desperate

And she sought to protect his throne

And so on, and so on.

And so she granted him what he most desired,

And so, I was cast into the Red Sea

And that friendship turns to love.

And that is going to be a problem.

And that is how the good Lord meant us to be.

And that love you gave to your genius, Zefir.

And that would finally liberate you?

And the boys are next in line for the throne.

And the third one, "I miss my friends..."

And the timeless cities of the Levant...

And the ways in which they manipulate wishing

And the whispers soon spread throughout the seraglio.

And then as it happens,

And then I saw a dish, a great dish

And then in 1620,

And then she tries something very shrewd.

And then to any god I may not know.

And then, finally,

And theoretically safe.

And there I am,

And there, among the eunuchs,

And they would grasp each vivid moment.

And this boy, Enzo,

And this is the story

And this small pebble, like all stories, must end.

And this way, the solutions came to her.

And though he returns a conqueror,

And to rule indefinitely, he must be rid of all rivals.

And to the Djinn made of subtle fire.

And to this end, she had the prince watched

And told her what women most desire.

And told him he was right.

And walked on the bottom of the sea,

And was angry without knowing why.

And was finally alone,

And we can avoid all traps.

And we turn on each other.

And what was the complexion of this husband?

And when he wasn't with her,

And when I have exhausted this many, many times,

And when I would return, she would be waiting for me.

And when she had finished satisfying him

And when she was to bear a child,

And when that does not work,

And when, still, I find no answers,

And where is he?

And who are you?

And with every failure, my will begins to fade.

And yet, here you are.

And yet, I am here.

And yet, you herd your intelligence to great effect.

And you are giving me a headache.

And you say that you and I are the authors of this story.

And you would abandon yourself to this?

And you're a coward.

And you're asking me for three.

And you're wrong.

And your bottle,

And, uh,

And, uh, and my solitude.

And, uh, if this is Cesm i Bulbul,

And, uh, it all began to feel silly.

And, uh... and we became

Anyone that could help me.

Anything to draw them to me.

Anything you hanker for?

Apart from sleep,

Are you a wife? A widow?

Are you a witch...

Are you happy?

Aren't you the lucky one?

Around 1845, there were these glassmakers in Incirkoy.

As a consequence of the wishes she made?

As a Djinn, I am endlessly curious

As a love token from her husband.

As Dr. Binnie has encouraged us to understand,

As she walked across the floor,

As the fates would have it, my bottle came to her

As you are dust, I am made of subtle fire.

At 20, he leads his armies to war.

At that time, I found myself in a school for girls.

At university.

Autumn through winter to spring and summer,

Back in a minute.

Back in Istanbul,

Beautiful and true.

Because at this moment,

Because I cried out my heart's desire.

Because we often ask ourselves,

Behind all wonder and catastrophe,

Bend your head.

Big Brother...

Birds belong in the air. Fish belong in the sea.

Blessed be his memory.

But at the age of 11, he ascends the throne

But he just sits, and howls, and drinks until he is empty.

But he was never far away

But her mind was richer and lovelier,

But his voice was crushed and his breath stopped

But I am also a narratologist,

But I began to beg, shamelessly.

But I begin to understand these transmissions.

But I fancy somehow it involved

But I tell you this,

But I, like a fool, went on telling her

But I'm not able to write myself out of it.

But it is a story. It is your story,

But it'll be better if you're there.

But it's in all the holy books.

But of course, you are human.

But she could not solve this puzzle.

But she had already decided on her second wish.

But she ran into the hands of the assassins.

But the more realism I tried to insert,

But the thing is this,

But the truth is, I am just an idiot

But they cannot produce an immortal scion

But this is more likely a recent imitation.

But this is my home. It's my sanctuary.

But we all have desires,

But when she used

But without thinking,

But you and I are the authors of this story,

But you creatures of dust have...

But you realize, don't you,

But you were rendered invisible.

But you're both pitiful.

But you're here because of her folly.

By a third wish unperformed.

By all accounts, she was very beautiful.

By desire.

By every measure, his favorite.

By many probing eyes.

By telling each other stories.

By telling each other...

By the narratives of science.

By the string of his father's bow.

Can only produce a seedless mule.

Can you come back later, please?

Can you hear me?

Can you imagine the loneliness?

Cannot wait to see where it goes.

Catastrophic! (echoes)

Chickpeas, cloves, pistachio.

Choose something less forlorn.

Clem. Fanny.

Clementine: Did you have any trouble?

Clementine: It could be her.

Clementine: You misunderstand.

Come away, Clem. Let the crazy lady be.

Common to all the stories of humankind.

Contrary to reason, yes.

Correct.

Could nobody else complete the wish?

Despite all my warnings,

Despite all the whiz bang,

Despite the pain of the raucous skies,

Determined to draw him back to the stone.

Deutsch?

Did it matter to you what kind of wish

Did you see him?

Didn't she go to him?

Djinn don't sleep.

Djinn don't sleep.

Djinn, ghosts,

Djinn, speak to me.

Djinn?

Djinn.

Do you agree?

Do you know the answer to her question?

Do you know what this is?

Do you not know?

Don't goad me.

Don't say that!

Each story we tell is a fragment

Einstein: Nein, nein, nein.

Einstein.

Eldest son of Suleiman the Magnificent,

Electromagnetic fields and forces...

Ellinika?

Embarrassed by our British culture, are we?

Emerging from a dungeon into the sunlight.

Emmeline: ...gonna have a resolution.

Er, runny, please.

Espanol?

Even against the gestures of submission

Even if they remain hidden from us.

Even though Truth stood before them naked,

Even with his own life.

Ever present in all cultures, in all mythologies,

Every time, except for the last.

Every voice, every scent, and touch.

Everyone, including the servants,

Everything was mystery.

Everywhere one goes, ethnics.

Except, of course, she was Sheba.

Except, she said, if she were a man,

Fallen into your careful hands.

Fanny: It's not natural.

Fanny: Whoever could that be at this hour?

Fanny. Are you well?

Father...

Find expression even today.

First, she arranges for him to be perpetually drunk.

Five,

Flee in fear or fall to his impatience.

For a Djinn, it is the closest we ever come to death.

For endless wishes.

For freedom and conversation.

For I knew it would strengthen us.

For I was condemned to the bottle.

For I, too, love being lost in his stories.

For in this state,

For she had acquired a mastery of love craft,

For they fear Murad's grief will incur fresh murder.

For this release.

Four,

From a red glass jar,

From all corners of the empire,

From his bloodlust with other gratifications.

From the bottom of that pile,

From the British Council.

From the Greeks, to the Romans, to the Norse,

From the lungs of the glassblowers.

Full of insistent voices and rushing faces.

Funny little story. I mean, you probably know it.

Gaggles of girls.

Gel.

Gel.

Gel. Gel.

Given she was carrying the son of the next Sultan.

Good morning.

Governor of Damascus.

Grant me my wish.

Guiding us through time.

Gulten, meantime, saw no reason

Gulten!

Gulten.

Gulten.

Gunhan: (muffled) Alithea!

Gunhan: Alithea.

Gunhan: Are you okay?

Gunhan: Forgive me, Alithea. Are you sure?

Gunhan: I don't know. She just fell.

Gunhan: Shouldn't you see a doctor?

Gunhan: So, how would you explain

Gunhan: So, what happened back there?

Gunhan: You are behaving like a child. Do you know that?

Had I known what was to come,

Had she not been clumsy

Had she not been free to roam,

Had she not decided to take a bath,

Hands up.

Happy because she was independent,

Hate prevails.

Have managed to eclipse

He always stayed longer than he should,

He battles alongside his men

He believes he is invincible,

He believes the greater the expanse of flesh,

He came from across the deserts to woo her.

He came to me, out of an emptiness.

He cannot shed his robes of blood.

He could speak to the beasts of the earth,

He cried out to his Janissaries,

He found ants to discover the thread of silk,

He has to produce male children.

He is a...

He is dead!

He is dead!

He is even more lost to me.

He is last of the Ottoman line.

He loves me.

He promised to return in her lifetime,

He scuttled off when you arrived.

He sent for her.

He told me stories in a language

He vanishes.

He was hot to touch.

He was much older than her, and kind,

He would go in eager exploration of the world.

He'll be staying for a while.

He's a baby.

He's going to be too weak to lift the stone.

He's in Hackney, with Emmeline Porter.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

Her business was story.

Her intellect would have been ordinarily accepted.

Her mother was a Djinn.

Her name is Sugar Lump.

Here's what I'll do. I will make three wishes.

Hidden under the loosened stone

His complexion?

His warriors believe he is going soft,

Hope comes in the form of a boy with a sword.

Hope is a monster, Alithea, and I am its plaything.

How are we to know if it's ever real?

How can I persuade you

How can you explain the seasons?

How can you rely on those called upon to wish?

How come you found your way into my bottle?

How could he ever rule?

How do you know you can rely on me?

How else?

How it might overwhelm?

How my bottle came from the bottom of the Red Sea...

How were you caught in the first place?

How's that?

However, I'm afraid it may be too much to ask.

Humankind is...

Humankind, what a conundrum.

Hurrem is coming for you...

I also see it and feel it.

I am a Djinn.

I am a literary scholar.

I am a transmitter. (chuckles)

I am beholden to you

I am determined to draw him back to the stone.

I am finally able to get his attention

I am god fearing and honorable,

I am here, and we have work to do.

I am in Turkey for a conference.

I am not one of them.

I am only a Djinn.

I am rather more likely to be embarrassed by anybody

I believe she's back.

I believe there are those who need to believe in them.

I beseech Boschkolo to keep me always in the bottle.

I brought her books and writings,

I burned it all in the school furnace.

I can adapt.

I can push them away.

I can.

I cannot for the life of me summon up one eligible wish.

I caught myself stopping her lest she make her third wish.

I cautioned her to hide the bottle

I chose a memento.

I could do that for her.

I daresay I'm content, and gratefully so.

I despair of ever seeing him again.

I did all that I could to dissuade her.

I did once have a husband.

I do what I can to fit in.

I do.

I don't suppose you speak English?

I don't want to interrupt, but I do have a question.

I ended up in this as a consequence of Zefir.

I expanded into the space of my own life.

I feared he would leave, and so I wrote him down.

I felt silly.

I find feelings through stories.

I first saw Hurrem.

I follow him everywhere,

I followed their scent, their every step.

I have a wish.

I have all the time in the world.

I have no children, no siblings, no parents.

I have prepared something for us.

I have your breakfast.

I hope so. I do hope so.

I just want to talk about love.

I knew as well as any of her female slaves

I knew that I was lost.

I know that somewhere in Murad's bloodline

I know, but...

I know.

I like it.

I listen gratefully,

I loved her anger.

I loved her more than Sheba.

I loved my power

I loved the fervor of her mind.

I made a mess of it.

I made it clear that I meant her no harm,

I made these for you.

I may be a Djinn, but I'm also a fool

I mean, animals do have a natural habitat.

I might grieve a loss and betrayal, but, uh,

I might have become more, but for Solomon.

I must grant you

I need to be more careful in the future.

I need to take this slow. (sighs)

I need to tell you about my next incarceration.

I needn't have ordered breakfast.

I play a trick on myself.

I pray to any god I know,

I pray to Boschkolo for my release,

I pray to remain in the bottle.

I return to my prayer and my rage.

I saw at once that she was sharp,

I saw many things.

I saw the beasts of the forest,

I saw the mountains, the oceans...

I should feel sorry for them.

I spend my time in waking dreams

I suspect that's why I like stories.

I taught her astronomy, mathematic,

I taught her to dream as Djinn do, awake.

I think it's a warning.

I told her my story, as I have told you,

I took away your power to grant it.

I took my bottle and conjured oils

I took some classes...

I took to wandering the palace in search of its intrigues.

I tricked us both.

I tried to attract the attention of someone,

I tried to warn her to be careful.

I try not to fight it off.

I visited the Collider.

I wait until he is alone.

I want it.

I want knowledge.

I want nothing to do with devious Djinn.

I want our solitudes to be together.

I want that longing you felt for the Queen of Sheba,

I want that love professed in ageless tales.

I was about to take them by force,

I was her plaything. Her confidante.

I was imprisoned by Solomon precisely

I was in every way free.

I was incapable of reading feelings.

I was incapable of reading his feelings.

I was like a prisoner

I was nothing to her.

I was plagued with happiness,

I was... Well, I am a solitary creature by nature.

I watched a human look into the living brain of another

I went to Mustafa.

I whispered her name.

I will be caught between worlds,

I will overcome them. I can do that for you.

I wish for a sip of this tea.

I wish for you to love me in return.

I wish that you return to where you belong.

I wish to acquire...

I wish to be pregnant.

I wish you to speak to me.

I worried that my Gulten might be caught in this web.

I would come in and out of her sleeping chamber.

I would leave her room and journey the skies.

I would prefer that it didn't go in the...

I would tell her of my day, and she would faint with joy

I would've risked the furies of Iblis

I, more than anybody, I should've known that.

I... I thought, um,

I... I'm at a point in my life where I have all I need.

I'd be more careful if I were you.

I'll soon get used to it.

I'm able to draw him to the stone.

I'm all ears.

I'm beginning to think I'm in the presence

I'm going to close my eyes and count to three,

I'm happy you think so.

I'm here because of a genius.

I'm here to love you.

I'm home!

I'm not getting back in the bottle.

I'm not getting back in the bottle.

I'm not going to screw this up again.

I'm not putting up with any more of this.

I'm not sure how it works.

I'm not sure, but it could be Cesm i Bulbul,

Ibrahim, I suppose, becomes Sultan?

Ibrahim!

Ibrahim!

Ibrahim.

Ibrahim.

If I tell it as a fairy tale.

If I'm content, why tempt fate?

If it's about wishing, it's a cautionary tale.

If she does not wish...

If that's so,

If you do not know, I cannot tell you.

If you don't have the means

If you don't know that the Earth

If you make no wish at all,

If you think keeping someone like a bird in a cage is kind.

If you would be gone.

In an endless shape shifting mosaic.

In any case, few would believe me.

In each other's minds and bodies.

In favor of her own sons over his beloved Mustafa.

In the beginning, it was glowing.

In the beginning, we took pleasure

In the Caucasus and Mesopotamia.

In the ceaseless game of power.

In the courtyard of the concubines

In the days that followed,

In the Grand Bazaar of Istanbul,

In the palace of a thousand rooms,

In the seraglio.

In the smallest of those rooms,

In this room,

In your own time.

Including me?

Interesting.

Into the presence of his father,

Into their hands,

Invisible and alone, for all of time.

Is a wonder, Alithea.

Is being undermined.

Is it a truth, or simply a madness?

Is it all too much to ask?

Is it too much?

Is it within my power?

Is it your heart's desire?

Is she with someone?

Is that possible?

Is there any life in you? Are you even alive?

Isn't it all too much?

It all evaporated,

It became my greatest desire to... to keep her,

It debauches him royally.

It is quite a story.

It is very delicate,

It is your nature to be mortal.

It manifests rudely from time to time.

It metastasizes and outlives love.

It takes charge for a moment, and then it steps back.

It was as if she was waiting for me.

It was so easy.

It will be amazing.

It will melt in your mouth.

It will not be damaged. Please put through X ray.

It would not have overfilled.

It's a gift of oneself given freely.

It's a hazardous art.

It's a saltshaker.

It's been damaged by fire. Pick something else.

It's desperate. You must help me.

It's going to be a very big problem.

It's how they live. What they believe.

It's more like a vapor,

It's my heart's desire.

It's nan e nokhodchi. Chickpeas, cloves, pistachio.

It's not much of a story.

It's not something one can ever ask for.

It's not such an easy place nowadays.

It's quite fragile.

It's science. It's a scientific fact.

It's the Agatha Christie room.

It's true, but human beings are capable

Its rules quickly learn, I find.

Jack: This is exciting!

Jolly good, Dr. Binnie. I hope you are well rested.

Just a few words and she could have been free

Just one more wish.

King Solomon?

Known only to the dead Gulten.

Kosem needs to protect the throne.

Languages, poetry.

Lately, my imagination's been getting the better of me.

Left to my own oblivion,

Less.

Lest its powers fall into other hands.

Let me guess. No one dies in it.

Like a ghost.

Like the genius da Vinci,

Like Tiny Einstein?

Living off the exercise of her scholarly mind.

Long after she begged him to leave.

Love is a gift.

Love is not something we come to by reason.

Madam, I was there.

Madam, your yearnings are not at all clear to me.

Madam.

Made a masterpiece of her manipulations,

Make a wish!

Make it your heart's desire.

Married at 12 to a wealthy merchant.

May I ask you something?

Maybe.

Me?

Me.

Mine to be immortal.

More interested in his poetry

More or less.

More than your own freedom?

Mother!

Mother!

Murad is back.

Murad! (echoing)

Musky.

Must close door.

My Djinn, if this world is not for you,

My fate turns specifically on this fetish.

My impossible.

My love?

My name is Alithea Binnie.

My name is Alithea.

My stars, how I tried.

My story is true.

My Sultan.

My work would be so much easier.

Mythology is what we knew back then.

Never have I wanted a creature so.

Nine, ten.

No one to know me, nor feel me, nor sense me.

No wish was made to save us both.

No, I could not wish for more.

No, in fact, I was free.

No, no, no.

No, no, no. He was not of flesh and blood.

No, thank you, Gunhan.

No! No X ray! Please!

No! Nyet!

No.

No.

No.

No.

No. It is science.

No. It's your obligation.

No. Never.

No. No.

None end happily.

Nor can I absolve sin

Nor may you wish for eternal life.

Nor treat me casually.

Not even if it were profoundly evil?

Not even the ones that are supposed to be jokes.

Not for him.

Not if it meant my freedom.

Not in battle.

Not necessarily.

Not to be complacent.

Now, let's, uh, not get ahead of ourselves.

Now, the poor girl told me

Now.

Number one. I wish your headache were gone.

Number two.

Obviously, you managed to find your way out.

Of a trickster.

Of all my lectures and papers.

Of living in any environment they bloody well choose.

Of our own stories.

Off he goes.

Oh, gosh.

Oh, Gunhan, it's irrational. Pay it no mind.

Oh, no, no, no. No, no, no.

Oh, please. It's a gift from me.

Oh, that looks delicious. Yes, I am.

Oh, you're impossible.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh...

Oils of enchantment

Old and new.

On that account,

Once used only by Sheba.

One so insatiable.

One,

Only by granting you yours may I earn my release.

Or end all suffering.

Or Euclid from a green,

Or how it might end.

Or there I was not, might you say,

Orbits the Sun while tilted on an axis?

Other than a thick glade of black hair on her legs,

Our creation stories are replaced

Out of a need to imagine.

Out of reach of any human

Outlive their original purpose

Painstaking science.

Pardon?

Passport. Boarding pass.

Patron and protector of empires,

Pea brained and pitiful.

Perhaps he was a Djinn.

Perhaps you could wish for him back.

Perhaps, it already has.

Perhaps, we will wither and...

Please do not fear me,

Please fine lady... my situation is grave.

Please no.

Please put it through X ray.

Please wait.

Please.

Please.

Prince Mustafa comes innocently

Prince Mustafa.

Pulses the power of a Djinn.

Pythagoras, Spinoza,

Rarely among humankind has there been such a wonder.

Reflexly frightened of anybody different.

Revisiting all the stories of my life.

Right now. One after the other.

Rubbish! (roars)

Science is what we know so far.

See, erm,

See, I know all the stories there are

Seeing all things with an even eye.

Seemed to be mocking her.

Seems we cannot escape each other.

Seven, eight,

She began to accuse me of trapping her,

She began to rebel

She began to set him tasks, which seemed impossible,

She began to weep and wail, and said,

She could always call on Aristotle

She grew to no great beauty

She had devised a "mathematica,"

She had neither etiquette nor learning.

She looked like any other human being,

She made no plea for me.

She managed to prise it open.

She needed a key,

She needs to protect Ibrahim.

She parades her newly swollen breasts and belly.

She sends to find,

She thought she might be a witch.

She ventured to strange lands.

She was a Djinn?

She was a narratologist

She was a skilled artist, but no one saw her art.

She was a woman ardent for learning,

She was able to explain powers invisible,

She was carrying your child?

She was distractedly in love with a beautiful man...

She was my kin.

She was not beautiful. She was beauty itself.

She was out. I was in.

She was Promethean, brave.

She was Zefir.

She would not have found the secret bathroom.

She would not have slipped, smashed the stone,

She wrote Murder on the Orient Express.

She'd forgotten me.

She's calling us bigots.

Sheba.

Shut your cakehole! (echoing)

Since there is nothing else for me to do,

Six,

Small, sheepskin jacket, pink collar.

So he died?

So here I am,

So, after a time,

So, he leaves and drinks himself to permanent sleep.

So, how do you manage then?

So, how will it go wrong?

So, I taught her histories, philosophies,

So, in my spare time,

So, Kosem locks him in a cage lined entirely with sable.

So, Kosem seeks out beauties voluptuous and immense,

So, once upon a time,

So, Professor,

So, she used her second wish.

So, there I was,

So, Truth moved to the side and waited in the shadows.

So, what did she look like?

So, what will you wish for?

So, where did it go wrong?

So?

So...

Solomon came to her.

Somehow, she needed to distract him

Someone more desperate. Someone more greedy.

Something I've never told anybody.

Something that you might enjoy.

Sometimes you can see specks of blood

Sooner or later,

Speak it! Tell me! Now! Now!

Stop your ivy growing on our side of the wall!

Stop, madam, stop.

Stories are like breath to them.

Stories are told of his recklessness,

Stories were once the only way

Such a man might make?

Such a mess of contradictions, all of you.

Suleiman the Conqueror,

Suleiman the Father,

Suleiman the Magnificent,

Suleiman the Wise saw none but her.

Suleiman, blessed be his name,

Sweet cousin Djinn...

Television, and phone towers, and such?

Tell me about yourself.

Tell me.

Than ruling with a strong hand.

Than to be contained in a bottle?

Thank you very much.

Thank you!

Thank you.

Thank you. Have a beautiful day.

Thank you. Oh, I can take it.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for trying.

That can't be good for him. Put him back.

That could coax love songs from the air...

That does seem impossible.

That fellow at the airport manhandling my luggage,

That had not made love to a Djinn.

That he knows will break his heart.

That her body was rich and lovely,

That her husband required,

That I once found love with a Djinn?

That is useful

That is your nature.

That listens to the whispers of stars long dead.

That only we two spoke.

That the military want to take his throne

That too.

That was my hope.

That was my only hope.

That was my third incarceration.

That way, she could have more power over me.

That would be

That would be an...

That would be so much better.

That wouldn't grasp at the chance

That you've just told me the story of a woman who was doomed

That's as maybe.

That's exactly right.

That's happened to you before.

That's just engineering and technology.

That's not a wish, by the way.

That's not Mommy.

That's reasonable.

That's so kind. Thank you.

The best storytellers.

The consorts, and the concubines,

The Djinn would accompany the narratologist to her work.

The Djinn: ...and she wished immediately

The Djinn: (in English) he began with music.

The Djinn: Ah.

The Djinn: And just as I am about to be delivered

The Djinn: And one he will never want to leave.

The Djinn: Anything.

The Djinn: By some means, this boy senses me.

The Djinn: Einstein.

The Djinn: Excellent.

The Djinn: He was a great magician...

The Djinn: He was like this little Albert

The Djinn: His cravings for her became an obsession.

The Djinn: How was your day?

The Djinn: Hurrem fuels the rumors

The Djinn: I tried to make amends.

The Djinn: I will never know

The Djinn: Ibrahim has to be dragged to the throne.

The Djinn: Let's go for a walk.

The Djinn: Mmm.

The Djinn: Sabah...

The Djinn: She is Kosem,

The Djinn: She told me she was eaten up

The Djinn: She was astonished,

The Djinn: She, too, was a slave

The Djinn: The air is thick here.

The Djinn: Then he looked into her eyes

The Djinn: There was something more important to her.

The Djinn: This is his only friend.

The Djinn: To soothe with stories,

The Djinn: Today I had such a marvelous day.

The Djinn: Transmitters.

The Djinn: When I appeared to her...

The Djinn: When I see the hair on his legs,

The Djinn: Yes, it was a predicament.

The fall of an empire.

The familiar descendant of Zeus, Poseidon, Athena,

The first one,

The hotel's arranged a lovely surprise for you.

The killing of an Ottoman warrior.

The Laughing One.

The moment I spoke that wish,

The more I began to doubt,

The more intense the pleasure.

The mysteries of Istanbul.

The one she most desired was the splendid Mustafa.

The power and purpose of Djinn and angel.

The power of a thunderstorm

The prince has become a pawn

The Prince will protect me.

The Queen of Sheba?

The question remains, what is their purpose?

The scented wax of the Jabassa Bee

The seasons, tsunamis, microbial disease...

The second one, "I wish I were playing

The source both of my power

The terrible plottings move all too quickly.

The thought of being set free sickened my heart.

The touches that made her shiver with bliss.

The truth is he has other things on his mind.

The union of Djinn and mortals,

The very stuff of which Djinn are made.

The way a donkey and a horse

Their mother finds them.

Then you are a pious fool.

Then you are sending me to my oblivion.

There are 62 streets and 4,000 shops.

There are laws

There are laws that allow

There is mythos, and there is science.

There is no human, no angel, nor Djinn

There is no man who could so beguile me.

There is nothing he can do. Make a wish!

There is nothing untoward.

There is only one

There must be! Wish it!

There was a pile of things unsorted,

There were two older wives, who did not like her

There's a...

There's no reason to make a fuss.

There's no story about wishing that is not a cautionary tale.

These are the limits.

These are their vestiges.

These electromagnetic fields, I can push them from my head.

These forces,

They are coming for you.

They are coming to kill you!

They make meaning.

They melt in your mouth.

They pull up a magic fish,

They tell each other stories.

They turned their backs.

They were famous for this spiral blue white pattern.

They will never go away, not from this world.

This English is straightforward.

This is my friend.

This is the story I've avoided telling even myself.

This, then, is our fate, Alithea.

Thor, the whole gang,

Those who are not persuasive

Three friends lost at sea in a tiny boat.

Three is three.

Three wishes, perfectly simple,

Three wishes.

Three.

To atone, I would put myself in the bottle.

To be honest, I should have been more dignified.

To be nothing in a bottle.

To be sealed.

To bear her child in safety,

To become the Sultan's favorite.

To China, the South Seas,

To find a particular thread of red silk

To find favor in his eyes.

To fulfill their deepest longings,

To fulfill this wish.

To guess the secret name of her mother Djinn,

To hold him hostage to their unfolding.

To keep on my toes.

To lure us into the enchantment

To make our bewildering existence coherent.

To measure and model meteorological data?

To prepare her.

To pretend to want nothing more

To reassure him of his loyalty.

To remain her prisoner.

To remove the hair from her legs,

To see her flourish.

To their own ends.

To this end, once or twice a year,

To turn her frowns into smiles.

To understand those who have a hold on you.

To vehemently distract her from her wish.

To yearn for nothing?

Too weak even to turn the latch.

Totalmente.

Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Try to speak to me.

Two,

Uh, I'm not sure. I'm improvising.

Uh, is there a way of authenticating it?

Uh, it's an empty bottle and a top.

Um...

Until you got your three wishes.

Wandering unseen.

War had truly rotted his soul.

Was left with a choice

Waves of... light and sound.

We are being overwhelmed, and we're inviting our doom.

We are filled with dread and panic,

We could speak with him.

We don't know much.

We exist only if we are real to others.

We gave name to the unknown forces

We had the whole world in her room,

We passed the years comfortably,

We remain bewildered.

We told tales of specific, powerful, relatable gods

We, uh, married early.

We'd known each other since our youth.

We'll go for a picnic.

We're never gonna get any sense out of her.

Wearing too much cologne.

Welcome!

Well, actually, I can.

Well, even if that's true,

Well, for the first 100 years, I rage against my fate.

Well, I am not making three wishes.

Well, I have to take your word for that.

Well, I hope so.

Well, I'd like to show you a beautiful art gallery...

Well, it's there in all your own stories.

Well, surely, we don't all want the same thing.

Well, they say that if it is genuine,

Well, what if I made no wish at all?

Were the talk of sultans and kings.

What are you doing? Can you let go, please?

What do we require of them now?

What does one do in a bottle for 2,500 years?

What else could we do but resort to stories?

What exactly are you saying?

What fellow?

What if I made no wish?

What is in your pockets?

What is this small human?

What is your heart's desire?

What steps back?

What women most desire?

What's this?

Whatever it is, I'm sure it has an interesting story.

When humans hurtled across the sky on metal wings,

When I couldn't move for asthma.

When I saw how Hurrem

When I was blocked by a follower of Iblis.

When I was young, there was a boy.

When the old man dies,

When they come together in the Realm of Djinn,

When they held in their hands glass tiles

When they wore webbed feet

When we can't contain the chaos,

When, like a sudden squall, all thunder and lightning,

Where her kind gathered to tell stories about stories.

Where no man treads.

Where would you like it, Dr. Binnie?

Wherever that may be.

Which bring space, and time, and matter into being.

Which cannot be broken.

Which was bliss to her.

Which was to wed her and be taken to her bed.

Which we hid in her collection of bottles.

Who can say?

Who claims to want nothing at all.

Who grants each of them one wish.

Who had risen through the center of them all

Who has been extravagantly unlucky.

Who has him in a box?

Who has the ability to enchant him.

Who loved him,

Who sought to find the truths

Who was it this time?

Who was she?

Whose theories on flight

Why do I let them get to me?

Why don't you just hop back into your bottle

Why not?

Why she should remain unseen.

Why waste your sword, my Lion?

Why would you bind yourself to the bed of man?

Why?

Will you come home with me?

Willing, pleading, screaming.

Wish for anything.

Wish for everything!

Wish.

With a word of power into a brass bottle.

With Mustafa?

With no one to hear my voice,

With too great a fondness for the conversation of women.

With unused power.

With you, I certainly hope so.

With your foreign friends.

Without needing me to re embody them.

Wizard.

Would you like this little Albert for yourself?

Yeah, I'm certain of it.

Yeah, that too.

Yeah.

Yeah. So, the story never changes.

Yeah. Well, that used to be the subject

Yes, but her failure to complete the wishes

Yes, but, I mean,

Yes, well, I appreciate the symmetry,

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes. All your ingenious devices

Yes. I'm familiar with the concept.

You are a wise and cautious woman, Alithea.

You are doomed.

You are my Alithea, and I love you.

You are not wanted here.

You are Queen, free as a mighty bird...

You can't imagine.

You cannot change her story.

You don't think that I love you?

You fumble around in the dark,

You have me at your mercy.

You have no use for us.

You hear all that?

You know, I am beginning to wish we never met.

You know, in some cultures,

You may not wish

You mock me.

You say you're not a trickster,

You saying you believe in Djinn?

You smell.

You speak the Greek of Homer?

You want us to make love craft?

You were everywhere.

You would not let me give you?

You, fuckface!

You?

You.

You'll see.

You're electromagnetic?

You're just spouting rubbish from start to finish.

You're more likely to believe me, however,

You've been avoiding telling me all along.

You've been trapped in a bottle three times?

You've got it.

You've learned to speak my language.

Your first lover?

Your word, not mine.

Zefir was a foundling,

(both laugh) My dear friend.

(breathing shakily) (high pitched pinging)

(door opens) The Djinn: Gulten!

(drum music continues) (dancers' ornaments rattling)

(electricity humming) (soft squelching)

(gasps) (noises stop)

(gasps) (noises stop)

(grunts) (men laughing)

(Gulten screams) (The Djinn calls out)

(man 2) Alithea! (man 1 grunts)

(metal detector beeping) Over here, please.

(mimics bottle cap's pop) (men laughing)

(panting heavily) (crunching subsides)

(screeching stops) (gasping)

(static buzzes) (gasps and clears throat)

(static subsides) (Alithea breathing heavily)

(The Djinn growls softly) (Gulten gasps)

(wheezing) ...and imprisoned me

Alithea: Excuse me. (man 1) This way, lady.

Alithea: Oh, how wonderful! Gunhan: I'm sorry.

Alithea: The little brother? The Djinn: Yes.

And fade away? Yes.

and found my bottle. Ah, yeah.

And with toast? Yes, but no crusts.

Good morning. This is room service.

Gunhan: let me show you. (static buzzes)

Hello. Hello.

How is this possible? No, put him back.

I could expand him. Einstein: How?

I could wish them... (grunts) (static buzzes)

I know. (exhales heavily)

I will. Before you die?

Is that your wish? This is not possible.

It is exciting! Emmeline: No, it's not.

It's a false analogy. (voices echoing)

like her husband. (Zefir sobbing)

Maybe another time. It will be great.

Oh? It's not how they look, dear.

Okay, thank you. Thank you.

Please step out. (body scanner beeping)

Please, allow me. No. No, I can manage it.

Please. Okay.

Ready? Mmm hmm.

She just fell. (Amina grunts)

That's not a fact. (airplane engine humming)

The best time of our lives. Stop!

This is Amina. Amina.

Two eggs? Just one.

Um... A mother, perhaps?

Until she got hers. (Alithea scoffs)

Welcome at last! Aw. Gunhan!

What are you saying? It's an opinion.

What they eat. What are you on about?

Yes. How do you like your eggs?

...she fainted.

...there was a woman, adequately happy and alone.

...this afternoon, when you get a chance.

...to a palace in Constantinople.

'Twas bitter.

'Twas my bliss to make her happy.

'Twas the cruelest wish of all.

" in your bottle at the bottom of the Bosphorus."

"I wish I could forget I ever met you."

"I wish I were at home with my wife."

"I wish they were here."

"I wish" brings infinite unravelings.

"in the fields with my children."

"Save yourself, Gulten!"

"studying the ways of others instead of upholding our own?"

"That's just how it is with us."

"Why would Dr. Binnie waste her time and intelligence

"Yes," I said.

(Alithea breathing heavily)

(Alithea breathing heavily)

(Alithea gasps)

(Alithea sighs)

(Alithea sighs)

(arguing continues indistinctly)

(arguing indistinctly)

(audience clapping)

(audience laughing)

(battle music playing)

(battle music playing)

(blows)

(blows)

(blows)

(body scanner whirring)

(both laughing)

(bottle clangs)

(bottle rattling intensifying)

(bottle rattling)

(boy laughing) Murad! Murad!

(boys laughing)

(breathes heavily and grunts)

(breathing continues)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing laboriously)

(breathing raggedly)

(breathlessly) A wonderous night for us.

(car brakes)

(car horn beeps)

(children chattering and laughing)

(children laughing in distance)

(chuckles softly)

(chuckles)

(clamoring)

(clangs)

(Clementine and Fanny's voices continue echoing)

(Clementine and Fanny's voices echoing)

(clicks tongue)

(clicks tongue) 'Twas bad.

(clinks)

(continues humming tune)

(continues speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(continues speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(conversing in Ottoman Turkish)

(couple laughing)

(couple speaking indistinctly)

(cracking)

(creature breathing heavily)

(creature breaths heavily)

(creature grunting softly)

(creature grunts)

(creature speaking ancient Greek)

(creature speaking indistinctly)

(creatures screeching)

(crowd gasping in awe)

(crumbling)

(distorted screaming)

(distorted screaming)

(dog barks)

(door unlocks)

(drum music stops)

(drum music subsides)

(drumbeat continues)

(drums beating softly)

(eerie music playing)

(Einstein gasping)

(Einstein resumes speech in German)

(Einstein speaking indistinctly on TV)

(electric toothbrush whirring)

(electric toothbrush whirring)

(electrical humming continues)

(electrical humming stops)

(Emmeline) (laughing) No!

(emotional string music continues)

(emotional string music playing)

(emotional string music playing)

(flesh crunching)

(flies buzzing)

(flies buzzing)

(floor creaks)

(gasping)

(gasping)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(gasps)

(girl and man speaking indistinctly)

(girl muttering in Ottoman Turkish)

(girl muttering in Ottoman Turkish)

(girl singing in Ottoman Turkish)

(girl) Merhaba.

(girl) Mommy!

(glass cracking)

(glass shards clattering)

(glass smashes)

(groans)

(groans)

(growling softly)

(grunting and whimpering)

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunts)

(grunts) Sleeping.

(grunts) Well, okay, um...

(gulps)

(gulps)

(Gulten continues muttering in Ottoman Turkish)

(Gulten gasping)

(Gulten laughing loudly)

(Gunhan chuckles)

(Gunhan laughs)

(Gunhan laughs)

(hammering)

(heavy static buzzing)

(high pitched pinging)

(high pitched pinging)

(high pitched pinging)

(hollow clanging)

(hooves clopping)

(hooves clopping)

(Hurrem laughing)

(Hurrem speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(Ibrahim breathing heavily)

(Ibrahim sniffs)

(ifrit speaking indistinctly)

(in distorted high voice) I was sleeping.

(in English)

(in English)

(in English) I am a Djinn of modest power,

(in English) She made no wish to save herself.

(in English) Such a mistake.

(in normal voice) I have it all planned.

(inhaler hisses)

(inhales deeply)

(inhales deeply)

(inhales sharply)

(inhales)

(inhales) to tell her what women most desire.

(keypad beeping)

(keypad beeping)

(kids shouting playfully)

(King Solomon speaking early Aramaic)

(knocking at door)

(latch clanks)

(laughing)

(laughing)

(lock clicks)

(lock clicks)

(low electrical humming resumes)

(low electrical humming)

(low electrical humming)

(machine beeping)

(man 1) Did you see that?

(man 1) Hey, hey, hey! (man 2) Ah, no!

(man 1) This way.

(man 1) Watch it. Top striker in the league.

(man) Come here, little monkey.

(man) Good morning, Dr. Binnie.

(man) It's room service, Dr. Binnie.

(man) Okay. Jolly good. Enjoy.

(man) What do you plan to do on this fine day?

(men laughing)

(men yell in unison)

(mimicking sword fight sounds)

(mouthing)

(muffled clanging)

(muffled drum beating)

(muffled drum music playing)

(muffled humming of tune)

(muffled laughing)

(muffled upbeat drum music playing)

(Murad breathing shakily)

(Murad crying softly)

(music distorts and fades)

(music ends in flourish)

(music intensifying)

(music playing through headphones)

(music stops abruptly)

(music stops)

(music stops)

(noises continue)

(object grating)

(panting)

(panting)

(panting)

(panting)

(pants)

(pensive music playing)

(people chattering in distance)

(people chattering in distance)

(people chattering indistinctly from outside)

(people chattering indistinctly from transmissions)

(people chattering indistinctly)

(people clamoring and traffic bustling)

(people clamoring)

(playing romantic melody)

(playing sentimental music)

(rattling)

(rumbling)

(rustling)

(screams in Ottoman Turkish)

(sentimental music continues)

(sentimental string music continues)

(sentimental string music continues)

(sentimental string music playing)

(sentimental string music playing)

(sentimental string music playing)

(Sheba gasps)

(shuddering)

(shuddering)

(sighs in relief)

(sighs softly)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(smacks lips)

(sniffling)

(sobs)

(sobs)

(soft eerie music playing)

(soft traditional music playing)

(somber music playing)

(speaking Djinnbish)

(speaking Djinnbish)

(speaking Djinnbish)

(speaking Djinnbish)

(speaking indistinctly from other room)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(speaks ancient Greek)

(speaks early Aramaic)

(speaks Ottoman Turkish)

(speaks Turkish)

(squeaks)

(squelching)

(squelching)

(squelching)

(squelching)

(static buzzes)

(static buzzing on laptop)

(static buzzing)

(static buzzing)

(strums note)

(supervisor) Madam.

(surreal choral music playing)

(surreal folk music playing)

(switch clicks)

(switch clicks)

(switch clicks)

(switches off toothbrush)

(takes deep breath)

(takes deep breath)

(telephone ringing)

(tense music playing)

(tense music stops)

(The Djinn breathing heavily)

(The Djinn breathing heavily)

(The Djinn breathing heavily)

(The Djinn muttering incoherently)

(The Djinn panting)

(The Djinn sighs)

(The Djinn sighs)

(The Djinn sighs)

(The Djinn sighs)

(The Djinn speaks indistinctly)

(The Djinn whispering in Ottoman Turkish)

(The Djinn whispers indistinctly)

(The Djinn) (in English) "I wish you were back

(The Djinn) (in English) "Make a wish!

(The Djinn) (in English) And it delighted me

(The Djinn) (in English) And the mutes are waiting for him.

(The Djinn) (in English) And when he would come to her,

(The Djinn) (in English) As it happens,

(The Djinn) (in English) Gulten lived as a slave

(The Djinn) (in English) He appoints one of his concubines

(The Djinn) (in English) Kosem needs to stop him.

(The Djinn) (in English) She could have been remembered

(toothbrush clatters)

(traditional music playing)

(transmissions fading)

(tuts and sighs)

(wall crumbling)

(whimpering)

(whispering) Make a wish, Alithea.

(whispers indistinctly)

(whispers) Come.

(whispers) Gulten.

(whispers) Sabah...

(whispers) Sheba...

(whooshing eerily)

(whooshing softly)

(wind blows)

(wind whistling)

(woman speaking indistinctly)

(woman) Murad!

(woman) No, I think she's talking to herself again.

(woman) She's back.

(woman) What happened?

(writing on paper)

(yelling in Ottoman Turkish)

(Zefir breathing heavily)

(Zefir continues sobbing)

(Zefir gasps)

(Zefir grunting)

(Zefir panting and crying softly)

(Zefir speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(Zefir speaking Ottoman Turkish)

(Zefir's husband speaking Ottoman Turkish)

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