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Horsemen! Horsemen!

Horsemen!
Horsemen!
Horsemen!

Horsemen! Horsemen!
Horsemen! Horsemen!

ATLAS: Did you think
we abandoned you?

Or that
we'd run out of magic?

Well, think again,
ladies and gentlemen,

because you are
about to be amazed.

If you're here right now,
then you have

followed the clues
and cracked the code.

Congratulations, and welcome.

It's been 10 years since
the horseman last appeared,

but we are back!

Okay, so, come in close.
Mm, closer.

Because the more
you think you see,

the easier it will be
to dress up old tricks

and fool you
that they are new.

So, my name is
J. Daniel Atlas,

and allow me
to speak as I often do

for my less charismatic
colleagues when I say...

Whoo! It is very good
to be back!

Yes. Yes.
We vanished for a while,

but in the world of magic,

everything that disappears,
reappears.

Well, at least
if the trick is done right.

I'm Merritt McKinney.

Unlike my, uh, very good
buddy here, Danny,

most of you checked your egos
at the door tonight.

You found this
little underground soiree

because you wanted
to get fooled.

Hey, everyone.
I'm Jack Wilder.

Wars, pandemics,
climate change, AI.

Let's face it, we all need
magic more than ever.

So I want you to pay
very close attention.

You are not gonna want
to miss this next trick.

Henley Reeves,
now Henley Reeves Stanley.

Three kids, two dogs
and a master's degree.

It's been a while.

Did you miss us?

Those guys were great
back in the day.

I used to want to be
a magician.

And then I turned 12.

Careful,
they might be listening.

Ooh, I'm shaking
in my AllSaints.

What are they gonna do?

Is that real gold?

-What?
-Is that real gold?

Yeah, I'm rich.

This is a magic show, dude.

Every fool here
is a pickpocket,

or a pickpocket's fool.

-Was that a haiku?
-What was that?

Each of you
just received a playing card.

If you wouldn't mind, uh,
pulling it out?

Right. Now, we're gonna
shuffle the deck,

so everybody find
a random person near them

and switch cards with them.

And then
when you've done that,

find somebody else
and switch with them.

Okay, great. Uh, now...

Uh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh...
You there, down there.

-Me?
-Yeah. What is your card?

-Ace of diamonds.
-Ace of diamonds. Okay.

Let's make things a little
more complicated here.

Does anybody else here
have the ace of diamonds?

Wait, it's me.
Ace of diamonds!

Ooh!

Looks like we have
a Fifth Horseman
not named Lula.

Come up on stage,
you're gonna be our helper.

-Do it!
-Yeah, go!

Now, uh, look into my eyes

and... sleep.

Still got it.

Now, this might look like
an ordinary kid to you,

but tonight,
he is going to do
extraordinary magic

like a man possessed.

Literally.

-Henley.
-Yes, Merritt.

Would you mind
stepping inside his body?

Yep. And, Jack,
uh, why don't you throw
yourself on in there, too?

What I do best.

And... Oh, God help you.

Atlas, why don't you
slither on inside, as well?

And I might as well
wedge myself in there, too.

It takes a village
to make magic.

-Oh!
-Whoa!

J. Daniel Atlas in the house.

So, who wants
to see a magic trick?

Take it away, Merritt.

Hello, you beautiful people.

Now, everyone knows that
Merritt McKinney reads minds.

Well, now, I'm him.
Or he's me. Who knows?

Uh, I'm sensing
someone came here tonight

not to enjoy magic,
but to tear it down.

Is there a Brett Finnegan
in the house?

What up?

Now, you and your
friends here

set up the
Camp Hobart Crypto Exchange.

-Fact. Yep. Yeah.
-It's what we're about.

Took the good people
of New York's

employee pension
and welfare fund
half its cash.

Uh, you're rounding up,

and also, the risks were
laid out very clearly.

Everybody knew what
they were getting into, dude.

Did you hide
the profits offshore?

Account ending in 53297?

You couldn't know that
without my, uh...

Oh, is this real gold?

Brett, you ought to be more
careful with your things, man.

Merritt's a psychic,
but me, Jack,

I'm into sleight of hand.

Ask your friends.
They've just done their part
to close the wealth gap.

What? What the...

Now, here's
a little redistribution.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Thank you. Thank you.

Lawyer up, dude!
I'll kick your ass!

Uh-oh!

Someone forgot
Henley can fly.

We can take it from here,
but a round of applause

for the best Horseman
on stage.

Whoo! Wow.

Hey, hey,
hey. Hey, hey.

Fantastic. So, everybody,
I want you to take your drink,

and I want you to pour it
onto the face of your card.

Can you do that?

Those 12 unique words
on each of your cards

-form the password
to your new crypto wallet.
-Oh!

Log on and you'll find Brett's
stolen millions more...

fairly redistributed.

Oh, my God. Fifty...
50,000 bucks!

50,000!

You're freaking done, dude!

Whoa, whoa!
Cool your head, gingerbread,

because I am
having a vision.

Eh, maybe cops are gonna come
bursting through that door!

So perform a magic trick
of your own

and disappear
in three, two, one.

Now come in close. Mm, closer.

Because the more
you think you see,
the easier it will be

-to dress up old tricks...
-What?

...and fool you
that they are new.

Oh, my God, no.

No!

No!

Look, in my opinion,
I think you did a great job.

Uh, I think
my Atlas was good.

My Merritt could
probably use some work.

-Mm.
-It's like a San Diego stoner

and a shrimp boat captain
had a baby.

Sure.

No, seriously, Bosco,
I don't know how you do it.

A good impersonation
isn't just about the mimicry.

It's about
attention to detail,

personality and nuance.

Okay. Okay.
Let me try, let me try.

Um...
I'm J. Daniel Atlas.

The closer
you look, the less you see.

It was something.

Yep. Uh, you'll work on it.

-I wasn't bad.
-It was a good start.

-But it could use some work.
-Okay, sure.

-What do you keep looking at?
-Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Dude, cheer up.
Guys, come on! Look at us!

Look at how far we've come.
We totally scored tonight.

All right, next time,
you wear the pink wig, okay?

No.

-Dude, it's locked again.
-Okay, I'll pick it.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on.
Do the thing.

-No.
-Please do the thing.

-It's so unnecessary.
-It's so cool.

-I'll hold your bag.
-It's so unnecessary.

-Come on, it's fun.
-Okay.

You got this.

-She's like a little Mario.
-She is like Mario.

-Careful, careful.
-Please don't die.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah.

If I could do that,
I would only do that.

-It's so cool.
-It's insane.

Happy?

-Yeah, that was awesome.
-Yeah.

Please let us in.
It's cold.

Whoo.

Best apartment
in the whole city.

Yep, and no one
will ever see it but us.

♪ Everybody... ♪

It's such a shame.

♪ But in my armor
I am a man... ♪

Come in close.

Closer.

That guy is so screwed.

Who's rich now?

Charlie, can you turn
that thing off, please?

I think I've had
enough Atlas for one night.

Yeah, I got you.

...disappears, reappears.

At least
if the trick is done right.

Bosco, can you check
for pizza? I'm so hungry.

Ugh, me, too.

...Four Horsemen!

No pizza,
but we got beer.

-And, no, literally just beer.
-Closer. Because

-the more you think you see...
-Any takers?

Yeah, I'll have one.

Dude, seriously,
turn that thing off.

I did.

Okay. Real funny, guys.
Where's the other projector?

I'm not a hologram.

"I'm not a hologram."
Right. Yes.

Exactly what
a hologram would say.

-Oh, my God, you're real.
-Never touch my face again.

I'm so sorry. I thought
that you were a hologram.

I would never do that.
I'm a huge fan of yours.

How are you?

How did you find us?

I don't know.
Took me about 30 seconds.

And if it was this easy
for me to find you,

how hard would it be
for the police?

-Whoa, hold on, the police?
-Yeah, the police.

Why would the police
be looking for us?

Uh, I don't know,
what about that

little heist
you just pulled?

Or the fact that you're
squatting in this place

or that your electricity
comes from

the circuit box
in the corner?

I don't know,
it could be anything.
Am I right, Bozo?

Bosco.

-Hmm.
-Bosco Leroy.

Ah, that's right, yeah,
Bosco Leroy.

What, did you type, uh,
"fictional magician name"
into ChatGPT?

-No, that's actually
my real name, Atlas.
-Hmm.

What, did your mom
have sex with a map?

-That's not funny.
-Hmm.

You don't know
anything about us, dude.

-I know everything about you.
-Oh.

The dubiously named
Bosco Leroy,

a promising acting career

cut short
by crippling student loans.

It's a bummer you had to
drop out of Juilliard,

but you never
stopped performing.

Uh, if memory serves,
your last paid gig,

I think, was dressing as Elmo
in Times Square?

Okay, first of all,
I was never Elmo.

It's the red Teletubby.

Po!

-What?
-The red Teletubby.

-Her name is Po.
-Oh, Po!

She's my favorite one.

Right?

-Her name is Po.
-Cute.

And you, June Rouclere.

Kicked out
of every boarding school

your parents
forced you to attend.

Not a big fan
of authority, I take it.

Uh, let me guess.

Uh, you think the "olds"
broke the planet

and it's your generation's
duty to clean up their mess.

-Am I right?
-Am I wrong?

No.

And so,
you ran away from home,

made your way to New York,
where you ran into this guy

at Tannin's Magic Shop,
Charlie Gayes.

-Yeah, hi.
-Yeah, hi.

I actually couldn't find
a lot about you online.

Although, I do know
you were an orphan

and you were
in and out of foster care
your entire childhood,

and that you didn't know
the meaning of family

until you hooked up
with these two.

And so, the three of you
have been working

your little Robin Hood act
for years now,

trying to change the world
one trick at a time,

all leading to your riskiest
theft to date, my identity.

You were there?

You had our faces plastered

on every scaffolding
and subway stop in the city.

That's copyright infringement,
by the way.

Of course, I was there.

So, what'd you think?

-I think
your Merritt needs work.
-I knew it.

-That's a sensitive topic.
-No.

-You don't even get it.
-He's lying.

But overall design
was impressive.

That's you, I assume,
the quiet guy?

-Textbook, behind the scenes.
-Yeah, well,

-Alexander Herrmann...
-Oh, boy.

...he said that the people
who designed his tricks
were the real geniuses.

The fact that you know
that man's name,

"behind the scenes" clearly.

And you, your sleight of hand
was advanced. Good dexterity.

You're quick
and nimble on your feet.
Really, I was impressed.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Sounds like
we're pretty great.

You're far from it.

But, uh, maybe with a little
fine tuning, you could be.

Yeah, I could... I could see
why The Eye sent me to you.

-I'm sorry.
-Wait, did you say "The Eye"?

Yeah, The Eye.

All right, listen.

This card arrived
at my apartment
three weeks ago,

along with
four plane tickets

and instructions
hidden in the lining

for a trick
bigger and better

than anything
you have ever seen.

A trick that, for some reason,
includes the three of you.

-Us?
-Mm-hmm.

-Why not the other Horsemen?
-No,

-the other horsemen are dead.
-What?

To me, they're dead to me.
Stop interrupting.

No, things got emotional.
Everyone quit.

I took
a walkabout in Australia.
It's a long story.

And now you need us?

According to that card, yes.

Well, we don't
need you, so...

Bosco.

What? What do we need this
guy for? We're crushing it.

You're crushing it?
You're stealing

a little money
from some crypto bro.

I'm talking about
big fish here, man.

I'm talking
about something that will

make a real difference.

I thought that's what
you kids are all about.

It is. No, exactly.

Yes, we are.

Yeah, but I think we can
catch our own fish.

-You can?
-No, no, he...

-Good luck with that.
-What? No.

Can you just wait
one second?

What are you doing?
What's... what's going on?
Are you out of your mind?

-This is J. Daniel Atlas.
-Yeah, I know who he is.

He's a freaking legend.

He was a legend.
Now he's just kind of a .

-Can you...
-Yeah, sure.

Bosco, he's kind of a ,
but he is a Horseman.

I mean, come on,
just trust us on this, please.

Okay. Decision time, kids.
What's it gonna be?

Are you in...

...or are you out?

What's the trick?

Welcome,
esteemed community members,

valued press,
friends and colleagues.

We are gathered here
tonight to celebrate

Vanderberg's latest
and greatest mine,

C3, or as we
like to call her,

"Amahle," Zulu
for "The Beautiful One."

Because every child
is beautiful

in the eyes of its mother.

Our customer
can rest assured

that when they buy the world's
greatest symbol of love

that it was produced
with nothing but.

To Amahle, and to all of you.

Well, thank you all so much
for making the trip out here.

Now, I take it you were
all impressed by Amahle.

Sorry, C3.

-Oh, it's quite dramatic.
-Yeah, it's amazing.

But I also understand that
you have chosen this fine day
to broach some concerns,

which, contrary
to your expectations,
I don't begrudge.

Fire away.

Right. Well, um,
the board feels that

projections
might be optimistic...

Mm.

...with increasing competition
from lab grown

and, in the event
borrowing rates plum...

William. William.

My father loved you,
but there was

a reason he called you
his dark cloud.

Aw, shame.

The Vanderberg family
does not lose.

As you're well aware,
our motorsports team just won

the Monaco Championship
for the seventh time.

The mine will produce.

Next?

Right.

Pricing. The minimums
that you've set for...

Will you humor me, William?

In a demonstration
about reality?

This diamond is say, what,
55 carats?

The AWDC would price it
at 3,000,000 US dollars.

William, will you
open your mouth

and stick out your tongue?

Now.

-Really?
-Really.

Now, if William here
were to swallow it,

that selfsame diamond would
tear his throat to shreds.

He would bleed to death
before paramedics arrived.

So, to the AWDC,
it's 3,000,000,

but to William, priceless.

Tell me then,
as the CEO responsible

for the world's
last great diamond mines,

should I undercut
our profits,

or should I choose prices

that I know
are unique clients will pay?

As I thought.

Now...

...unless there are
more concerns,

I would like to head
to Antwerp with my price list

and show off our stones.

Oh, uh, you know,
you probably could have led
with a free trip to Europe?

You know, a little known fact
about Antwerp, is that...

Oh, great,
more magic trivia.
This is fun.

No, I was
just gonna say that

they make great biscuits.

Oh, do they? Can we
actually get some, please?

-On Atlas, obviously.
-No.

No, no, I'm not
getting you biscuits.

I just got you
chocolates, okay?

All right, listen,
this is not a vacation, okay?

We have three days
to prepare an effect

that'll make your barely
passable Pepper's Ghost trick
look like a cave painting.

All right, come here.

The Heart Diamond, the most
valuable jewel in history

and the foundation of the
Vanderberg Mining Corporation.

Now, for years, the family's
kept this big rock

hidden inside
their secret vault,

70 stories underground.

And not just any ground.
The Arabian Desert.

No one beyond their most
trusted team has been inside.

Access through
a single elevator,

constantly monitored
by armed guards...

Identity verified.

ATLAS: ...and behind
a multi-level biometric
security system.

But the world
will be watching,

because for the first time
in half a century,

that diamond is
being traveled here

to Antwerp,
to establish credibility

and to spur bidding
at a private auction

for the company's latest finds
in three days' time.

Okay, obviously,
I'm down for stealing.

But what makes
this diamond so special?

Well, because
the magical tarot card
told us to, June, right?

Yeah, okay, that's very cute.
But can I please finish?

You're not finished? Jeez,
you've been talking forever.

Yes,
and I'm about to talk more.

So, please, pay attention.

For decades, first,
Peter Vanderberg,

now his daughter, Veronika,

have been selling these
diamonds at inflated prices

to arms dealers, traffickers,
warlords the world over,

to, like,
help launder their money.

So, I mean,
the cash is dirty.

I mean, in some cases, it's,
like, literally blood-soaked.

But then, voila...

...it's cleaned in exchange
for these precious stones.

She makes all the world's
worst people possible.

So, whoever
sent that tarot card...

Are the few truly honorable
people left in this world.

The only people that
still care about justice.

They're people I haven't
spoken to in a long time.

They call themselves
"The Eye,"

and they want us
to do something

that the Horsemen never could.

This, man,

this is a chance
to drive a stake

through the heart
of the devil herself.

Let's do it.

All eyes
will be on me and the Heart
tonight at the auction.

I have to look dazzling.

Do you have
that Kitten Kiss color?

Lethabo.

-Yes?
-Straw.

Who's that
British photographer
from Vanity Fair?

Uh, what's his name again?
Marc...

Marc Scriber?

-Schreiber, good God.
-Schreiber.

Confirm him,
cancel the others.

We went wide last year.
This year, exclusivity.

-All right.
-We're open, transparent.

We have nothing to hide.

Okay, perfect.
I'll have it done.

This is Veronika.

♪ Hush little baby ♪

♪ Don't say a word ♪

Who is this?

♪ Papa's gonna
buy you a mocking bird ♪

♪ And if that mocking bird ♪

Vacate.

♪ Don't sing ♪

How did you
get this number?

♪ Papa's gonna buy you
a diamond ring ♪

This is a private line,
and that was a bit tone deaf.

I asked who you are.

Ah, Veronika.

The storage unit
to your left.

Look familiar?

It belonged to that boy
who died 15 years ago.

This means nothing
to me or anyone.

Really?

You and I both know
what you did.

Look, if you have
real evidence

and you're out to get me,
why not just use it?

Fifteen years ago, you took
what your father loved most.

Now I'm going to do
the same to you.

-I want the Heart Diamond.

You're going
to give it to me.

Or I'm going to
hold up a looking glass

for the whole world
to see you as you are.

Go ahead.
I have nothing to hide.

-Oh, my God.
-Hey.

I'm so sorry about that.

Hi. Can you
help me find this?

I've been looking
literally for an hour.

Yes. It's gonna be
right over there, ma'am.

Marc Schreiber, James Winn,
Vanderberg PR.

Huge admirer of your work.

James?
What happened to Dani?

Oh, Dani. Yeah, sadly,
we had to let her go.

Turns out she was racist.

And also, she booked you
into the Radisson Blu

-in a partial view, double.
-Ugh.

Thankfully, I took the liberty
of moving you to the FRANQ.

I do love the FRANQ.

Yes, the presidential suite
is befitting of, well,

presidents and talented
photographers like yourself.

Uh, your gala invitation
has been rerouted.

If I could just check
your confirmation?

Thank you.

I also bumped your shoot
from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m.

to give you proper time
to make your magic.

-Someone gets it.
-Yeah.

♪ I'm shinin'
like a supernova ♪

♪ With my hands up high
And my heart wide open... ♪

♪ I shine even more bright
Like a diamond ♪

♪ Brush that fear
right off my shoulder... ♪

Take, for instance, diamonds
created in laboratories.

They purport to have value,

but they're neither
natural nor rare.

What honest woman wants
a falsehood on her finger?

I agree.

One of the great truths left

is the power
behind a natural gem.

Real diamonds
fill people with passion,

as they have for centuries.

That's right.
In fact, Marie-Antoinette,

wore the Hope Diamond
for a single day,

and a month later...

...was dragged
to the guillotine

by some very, well,
as you say, passionate folks.

But Marie-Antoinette didn't
die because of a diamond.

She died because of
a monstrous lack of empathy.

Well...

And truth is,
she never even wore the Hope.

People just believe she did.

Really?
That's kind of interesting.

So it was not the mob
that killed her,

and it was
not the guillotine,

it was a... a story.

I must not know
my own guest list.

Are you
in the diamond business?

No, no, I'm in the
illusion business, like you.

See, for centuries,
diamonds were worthless

until some very smart,
very rich people

like Veronika here,
told us that, not only

are these little shards
of glass rare,

but that
no self-respecting couple

could possibly get married
without one.

No, now, that one is
a good magic trick.

The problem
with the trick is, um...

All the good ones
have a little twist in the tale.

Is it you?

Is what me?

-Of course not.
-No, no.

I mean, you wouldn't have let
me in had I not demonstrated

the finest moral fiber, like
some of your other guests.

I notice Luis Briseno,
the arms dealer over there.

Hello, sir.

And of course, Maria Bortnick,
when starstruck,

how she manages to mingle
while monopolizing
her state media.

Perhaps you'd care
to reveal yourself.

Then we can apply
the same scrutiny to you.

Hmm.

Not just yet.

I'm sorry for interrupting.

That won't be necessary.

Let him eat cake.

Marc Schreiber.

Veronika Vanderberg.

Let's make this quick,
shall we?

Our auction begins shortly.

I trust you can do me
and the Heart justice.

Yes. I only have one rule.
What I say goes.

Well, I'm sure I can
find my submissive side.

Well, if not, I'll find it
for you.

Ooh. I like you.

Right this way, darling.

-I don't want to be too matte.
-Sure. Sure, sure.

And I don't like
the sides of my nose shining.

Okay.

-Show me.
-Mm-hmm.

Excuse me,
can the little fruit fly

in my shot please shoo,
shoo, shoo.

Thank you.

The only thing more valuable
than that diamond is my time.

I did my research on you.

Your industry, like mine,

is besieged
by manufacturer lore.

But you, you bring us
beauty as it is.

We're alike in that regard.

We don't sell contrivance,
we sell reality.

Well, I would argue
that we don't sell at all.

Others buy.

Hmm.

Let's see...

Uh... The diamond,
take it out.

Nah, boy.

Absolutely not.

The glare in the glass
will mar the photos.

I don't
tolerate imperfections.

I don't imagine
someone as ravishing

as Ms. Vanderberg
does either.

So, take it out or find
yourself a new photographer.

In truth,
I was hoping you'd ask.

I don't remember asking.

There it is.

Beautiful.
Work it. Fabulous.

Fabulous.
Fabulous.

Beautiful.

Yes. Smiling,
we're having fun.

This is what we came for.

Hold it, hold it.

That's the money shot.

Hold it.

And you, ma'am,
are far enough.

I'm just trying...
I'm trying to help.

-Her forehead is
shinier than the diamond.
-When it comes to the Heart...

Actually, I'm doing my job.

-I don't take orders from you.
-When it comes to the Heart,

-you listen to me. Get out.
-I... I can walk myself.

-Thank you.
-Right.

Mr. Schreiber.

If you're
all you purport to be,

you should already have
what you need.

-More than enough. Thank you.
-Excellent.

Well, it's been a pleasure,
but I have buyers waiting.

I've had enough
of this of this nonsense.

Make sure it's secured.

Yes, Lethabo.

-What the hell, what happened?
-I don't know. I don't know.

Time's ticking. Let's go.

At last, the auction
we've all been waiting for.

Now, if you're
here tonight,

you probably think
you've seen everything.

So it is to you that I ask...

Everything?

It's not been seen in person
for a quarter of a century.

Still the largest diamond
ever discovered, the Heart.

Congratulations
to all of you

and for getting away
with it for so long.

Well, guess what?

Climate change

doesn't believe
in you, either.

You tore your fortunes
from our Mother Earth,

set fire to her skies
in your private jets...

-Okay, she gets it.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bled her dry
with your insatiable...

Young man, we all want
to save the world here,

but time is also precious
and you're wasting mine.

Zip it, sparkles.

Why don't you
stop sucking

on plastic straws,
and suck on this!

Honored guests.
My name is J. Daniel Atlas.

You may remember me
as your personal favorite

of the Four Horsemen
of magic.

Now watch closely as I make
the famous Heart Diamond
appear on my palm.

Gee-whiz,
he must be as starved

for attention
as Greenpeace here.

Rest assured that the diamond
is completely safe.

Is it?

Now, a wise man once told me,
in the mirror, in fact,

uh, never assume
you're the smartest person
in the room, prove it.

Be my guest.

All right, well, let's see
if we can get that case open.

Uh... Abracadabra.

Huh. Nope.
Uh... Alakazam.

Wait.

Open sesame.

Ah.

Still safe with me.

No. Relax.
Mm, relax, Veronika.

Now, as your ads
like to remind us,

diamonds are forever.

-Get her to safety. Now!
-You stop him! Stop him!

Stop him!

-Jack.
-Hey.

-What are you doing here?
-Saving your ass.

-Ah.
-You're welcome.

You got one, too. Huh.

-Hi. I'm June.
-Yeah.

-Who's she?
-Sorry, she's with us.

Where is the diamond?

What?

I guess you guys don't care
about the environment.

You're stronger
than you look.

Hey!

Hey, hey. Hey!

Stop! Don't let
them get away!

Okay, what now?

My card just said to get you
out of there. I don't know.

Henley Reeves?

I have so many
posters of you.

-You're my childhood...
-All right, fanboy later.

But it does, uh... You know,
it is really nice to see you.

Fanboy later.
We got to go up.

Put your hands up
and don't move!

This is some bullshit.

What is happening?

Beethoven's Concerto
in D major.

Bullshit, bullshit,
bullshit!

Whoa. Merritt? What...
What the hell was that?

Atlas, I would like
to see you hypnotize
three dudes in Belgian.

You mean Flemish.

Okay, that explains it.

Lovely reunion.
We have to go.

Henley Reeves!

-Welcome back!
-Thanks.

And may I say, you are...

-Okay, come on, let's go!
-Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I was paying her
a compliment

because it was nice
to see her, and only her.

-I was...
-We get it!

Up there.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!
Is that for us?

Do you see any other people
trying to escape?

Come on, come on.
Go, go!

Come on, come on.

Uh, it was in my hand

the whole time. It never...

They didn't
swap the diamond.

They swapped the case.

And you, ma'am,
are far enough.

Why don't you stop
sucking on plastic straws,
and suck on this!

Honored guests...

Open sesame.

Still safe with me.

Diamonds are forever.

-Lethabo.
-Yes, ma'am?

We're going to
make them regret this.

And then some.

Marc Schreiber, Vanity Fair.

What did I miss?

You know,
I thought it'd be shinier.

Okay.
All right, give it back.

-Thank... What are you doing?
-Oh. Sorry. It's so slippery.

-Hey. Hey.
-Heads up.

Okay, don't do that again.

Hey, can I address
the, uh, infant in the room?

Uh... Who are these guys?

These are the wonderful kids
that deepfaked our show.

-What?
-Yeah.

You had the cops
sent to my house?

You freaked out my kids.

-Yeah, sorry.
Sorry about that.
-Sorry about that.

How are the kids, though?

How is the whole boring
suburban life you left us for?

-Hey, relax, man.
You missed your shot.
-Hmm.

You see the size
of that rock?

No, let me see that.

Ooh, it's no Heart diamond,
but it's impressive.

I already told you, Danny.
I didn't feel safe

trying to escape
from a straitjacket
hanging upside down.

I was six months pregnant.

Come on, we would have flipped
you right side up at the end.

You'd have been fine.

-Come on.
-You guys didn't even miss me.

How long did it take you
to replace me? An afternoon?

Um, and the better part
of an evening.

Hey, speaking of,
how is Lula?

-Are you guys still, uh...
-No.

She, uh...
she moved to Paris.

Oh, no. She dumped
the great J. Wilder. My God.

I'm sorry. My apologies.

Don't you need to be
on some, like,

cruise ship somewhere
humiliating yourself?

-Humiliating myself?
-Yeah.

I make five figures
per cruise, plus perks.

"Plus perks."
He said, "plus perks."

And I thought
Merritt drinking himself

to death in Mexico
was depressing. Ooh.

Speaking of,
I got to get back to it.

This liver's
not gonna destroy itself.

Uh, can we dry dock
this thing?

Wait, wait, wait.
You're leaving?

Well, yeah, I mean,
great catching up.

Um, I don't know, what,
see you in another ten?

Nice to meet you,
little tadpoles.

Adios.

Yeah, you know what?
I'm out of here, too.

I have a gig to get to.

Really?
They're covering your Uber?

Signed an NDA.
Can't say a word.

What are you doing?

Six handles
and none of them open it.

Who do you think
you're talking to? Move.

I'm sorry,
but I don't really know

what's going on
with you guys.

I'm getting the feeling
there's a lot of weird
history here,

and things are
a little awkward.

Yeah, you guys,
you used to be the Horsemen.

I don't get it.
Why did you break up?

Ask them.
Ask them why we broke up.

If it was up to me,
we wouldn't have.

-The Eye wanted us to...
-No, no.

...expose a Russian
arms dealer.

Do we really have
to live through this again?

We made some
huge mistakes, we got...

-Sloppy.
-Cocky.

Because of us,
Dylan Shrike will never see

the outside
of a Russian prison again.

-Who?
-Dylan Shrike. Okay?

He's a Horseman. Come on.
Do your homework, man.