give it to me...
freely and willingly.
Those are the rules.
Men have no rules.
I'm not a man...
I'm a witch.
- A warlock.
- You mock me.
You still doubt me?
That you're really Merlin?
Maybe just a bit.
I can prove it.
All right,
cast a spell or something...
and I might consider
giving you the stone.
- How's that for a deal?
- Follow me.
Take over for me, darling.
I think I'm in love.
Well?
I reveal my power,
you give me the stone.
That's the deal.
Faust would be proud.
Take my hand.
Are you going to turn me
into a frog or something?
Something much better.
(woman gasps)
I can smell fear and excitement
dripping from your every pour.
Do you wish to go higher?
I...I can't.
I don't...yes.
Do you believe me now?
Yes. Yes.
The stone.
Here, take it.
Ride's over.
(screaming)
And now, it is my pleasure
to present to you...
Miss Paula Dare.
Paula?
Kenny: You mean to tell me
that the devil is
trapped in some kind of prison
that we call hell
and every 6-7OO years
gets the chance to escape?
I told you,
first there's a lunar eclipse...
then six days later
there's a solar eclipse.
Yes, and during that time
God's out of rotation.
And if the devil's child,
the warlock...
succeeds in releasing his daddy...
the whole damn planet
is shit out of luck.
You mean,
like the end of the world?
We're druids, guardians...
God gave us certain gifts.
They're for one purpose...
to stop the Armageddon.
Runestones...
They have the power
to free the devil.
Or to keep him trapped
where he belongs.
It's a world of magic, son...
where nothing
is what it seems to be.
The trees talk,
the birds whisper...
if you know how to listen.
I just don't get why
you had to shoot me.
That's enough for now.
Uh...uh...
Come on, boy,
let's get some breakfast.
Getting killed can build up
a whale of an appetite.
Well, we're gonna have
to tell him. All of it.
These good people are concerned.
They believe you may have had
something to do with this.
Well, Reverend?
I believe that...
...birds die.
Probably an insecticide.
- Maybe some kind of pollution.
- An act of God.
No! This is your fault.
You're all a bunch of freaks.
(man yelling)
We want an explanation.
People, please.
Who's going be next,
our children?
That's enough.
The birds are dead.
That's all we know here.
There's no one to blame.
Now just go back to
what you were doing.
All of you. Go on.
You're good with crowds,
Reverend.
They were just scared.
The birds scared them.
Think how frightened they'd be
if you told them the truth.
What truth?
A few birds died, that's all.
Come on, Ted, you know
it's one of the signs.
Rev: I don't want to hear it.
- He's got to
be coming for the stones.
Rev: It's superstitious nonsense.
Just grow up.
''The birds shall be
severed from the sky.''
Remember those words, Ted?
The icon of our destruction.
Samantha...
Sam...
Two down, four to go.
Fill 'er up?
What, did you take a wrong
turn at Albuquerque?
(chuckles)
New Yorkers.
It isn't going to work, Franks.
Only warriors can kill the warlock.
And even they need the dagger.
Will, this scroll I found says
there's a spell that will hurt him.
- An old wives tale.
- So are we.
It says here that you
can damage a warlock.
When you take a blue wooden pin...
dipped in the ink of
mandrake juice...
during the space of
the black light...
mark this stone and
fix this curseth on thee...
in the name of the four
fighters whose are...
Ryl, Yok, Zar and Lod...
who shall consume thee
as they are consumed.
Hey, hey.
Hey, mister... hey mister...
I don't know how to tell you this...
but he's dead.
Your taxi driver's dead.
He's dead as disco.
Is this vehicle fast?
What are you talking about?
I tell you,
you're wasting your time.
Yeah, but just imagine.
What's wrong, mister?
Mister, what's going on?
You're squirting blood
all over the place.
It's black blood.
What do I do?
Let's put our minds
to