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Horsemen! Horsemen!

Horsemen!
Horsemen!
Horsemen!

Horsemen! Horsemen!
Horsemen! Horsemen!

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.

It's such a shame.

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 dick.

- Can you...
- Yeah, sure.

Bosco, he's kind of a dick,
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.

...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.

Who is this?

Vacate.

How did you
get this number?

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.

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.

I'm so sorry.
Guys, I had no idea.

What, he's stuck
in there forever?

Which is
obviously a tragedy

and something
I'll never forgive myself.

- Nor will I.
- Yeah, fine, man.

But it didn't mean
you have to quit.

Man, that is, uh...

It's really a bummer, guys.
Sorry about that.

"A bummer"?

I... I... I love the way

your generation
sums things up so eloquently.

I mean,
someone explain to me

why these pre-pubes
are even here.

Same reason you are, man.

The Eye wanted 'em.

Well, we got the Heart.

What does The Eye
want us to do next?

-No idea.
-I know one thing.

You've got a half a billion
dollar diamond in your hands.

- They're gonna get in touch.
- Yeah, probably.

Whoa, wait, wait.
Atlas, can I see your card?

Yeah.

Hmm.

- Whoa.
- It's a map.

-Hey, Atlas, it's your dad.
-No, it's...

It's a map that
only reveals itself

when the Horsemen
are together.

- Fat chance.
- Really, dude?

I mean, come on,
The Eye obviously wants
you guys to do this.

You're the Horsemen.
Start acting like it.

All right.

I suppose Rosarito
can wait a couple days.

I... I can try to reschedule
this gig.

It's not gonna be easy,
but I'll figure it out.

I mean, I have kind of missed
running for my life

and jumping off roofs
with you guys.

-It's good to have you back.
-Thanks.

Okay, so where
is this place?

What are we
supposed to be doing here?

The Eye
will let us know.

-All right, picture time.
-What are you doing?

Taking a photo.
That's what couples do now.

Please don't post photos

- of the top secret location.
- Don't be jealous.

I know you want to be in it.

Yeah.
I don't want to be in it.

- Because it can be used for...
- For memories.

No, not memories.
Evidence.

Huh. I've never
seen a door like this.

Okay, I can't open it.

You got this, Jack?

Wait.
Don't you mean "June"?

- Jack's our lockpick.
- Whoa.

Looks like a little
healthy competish.

Come on, this isn't fair.

I've been picking locks
since before she was born.

Let me find the keyhole.

- Maybe the other side.
- Yeah, it's underneath.

You're not inspiring
confidence right now, Jack.

- He's got it.
- Hmm.

-He's got it.
-Feeling rusty?

Don't rush me.

When does he start
the lock picking?

Hey, Jack, I don't think
this is a lock you pick.

I think it's a lock
you solve. So...

Show him how it's done.

Whoa.

Do you mind if I just figure
this out real quickly?

Okay.

If you've ever done
an escape room,

you'd know there are all kinds
of different puzzles.

It's not just about
locks and keys.

- Whoa.
- Huh.

You might want to
update your game, Jack.

Whoa.

But, by all means,
lead the way.

I think he loosened it
for her, ultimately.

-Huh.
-Ooh.

-Whoa.
-Wow.

Uh, what is this place?

Magic nerd heaven.

P.T. Selbit's coffin?

See?

Guys, Houdini's straitjacket.

Yes, it is.

Hey, can I put you in here
for old time's sake?

-No.
-No?

I thought it was funny.

Thanks a lot.
You wanna come in?

-No.
-Right.

Charlie,
check this out, dude.

What is it?

Bullet catch.

No way!

Yo!

-Dead end?
-Yeah, dead end.

Hey, guys, dead end.

- Or, is it?
- Hmm.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, it is.

Hmm, that's weird.

The die should be here
and the ball should be here.

-Whoa.
-Well played.

It's nothing.

Four rows.

One, five, eight, four?
Is it a code?

-One, one, five, six, 18...
-Minus four.

-One, eight, nine?
-Fifteen, eighty-four.

-1584.
-Wha...

The Discoverie of Witchcraft.

It's the first book
on stage magic.

It's when it was published.

God,
how does he know that?

Uh, he's basically a computer
full of useless information.

Huh.

"Useless"?

This is cool.

-Unreal.
-Nice.

Hey, guys,
it's the floor plan
of the chateau.

But it's different somehow.

Up is down.

Left is right.

Even the rooms are tricks.

My Horsemen.

Thaddeus!

-So good to see you.
-So good to see you, darling.

You could've just
checked the Ring camera
and buzzed us in.

Now, where's
the fun in that?

Sir. Hi, I'm Charlie.

-I'm such a big fan of yours.
-Hi, Charlie.

Um...

I've never seen a Lubor Lens
this big in person.

Really? Well, you ain't
seen nothing yet.

So you sent
the tarot cards?

No.

No, I've long since given up
such foolishness,

and your collective
dysfunction.

No, the only magic
I do nowadays

is for my grandchildren.

Some weeks ago, however,

a card did appear
on my doorstep,

warning me to prepare
this chateau

for the arrival
of seven soon-to-be
fugitives from the law.

-That tracks.
-Yeah.

Wait, so why does
The Eye want us here?

Well, I can only assume
that whatever it is

they want you to do next,

is hidden somewhere
in these walls.

See, this chateau,
Chateau Roussillon

used to be their home.

In 1943,

the Allies needed military
miracles from every source.

They enlisted the aid

of some of the most talented
magicians of the time.

They built a whole city
using mud, cardboard, lights,

thousands
of inflatable rubber tanks

to misdirect the Germans.

The genius
of Jasper Maskelyne.

Somebody knows his history.

Wait, so, what do the Nazis
have to do with the diamond?

That, I do not know.

But the answer
is here somewhere.

We just have
to start looking.

Ms. Vanderberg.
Ms. Vanderberg.

How do you respond to
the rumors that your company

is nothing but a front
for money laundering?

The Horsemen are thieves

posing as
anti-capitalist entertainers,

and they have
unfairly targeted me
and my good company.

I challenge anyone
who maligns us to look

closely at our operations
and our books.

And I challenge police
to put those magicians

back where they belong,
in the past.

All right,
no more questions.

No more questions, please!
Thank you!

Interpol said
it was an inside job.

Thieves knew exactly
where the blind spots were.

- How was it?
- Let me guess.

You're the one
behind these Horsemen

and their
little stable hands.

No. Why would I ask
for the diamond

and then try to steal it?

If I were you,
I'd figure out a way

to get it back, and fast.

I understand that
you and your race team

will be in Abu Dhabi
later this week.

A perfect neutral ground.

I'll bring my evidence.

You bring your Heart,
if you have one.

I...

-Have you found them yet?
-We do have a few leads.

They were seen headed
south out of Belgium.

Now they're
saying the Horsemen

have been seen in France
one hour ago.

The head of the
French police owes me.

Just call him and say that
I want these Horsemen's heads
served up on a platter.

The gendarme will find them.
I'm sure of it.

Thaddeus told us
to look for something.

What do you think it is?

Oh, wow. This is cool.

You are not a big talker.

Oh. Sorry.

But you are
a big apologizer.

Sorry.
I just did it again.

Sorry. I mean...
I'm just nervous.

I'm a big fan of you guys.

And I got the cops called in,
and I'm really...

I'm really...
I'm not gonna say it.

You're forgiven.

And you guys made
the Horsemen look good.

But I didn't see you.
Why weren't you in it?

Oh, I just... I prefer to be
behind the scenes, you know.

I design all of our tricks.

Um, where are we going?
I feel like we're lost.

Do you really prefer that,
or is that just something
you hide behind?

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, I... Whoa.

For years, I told myself
I wanted to be an assistant,

that I didn't mind
being upstaged by Atlas,

'cause he's so brilliant.

But really, I just...
I was afraid.

I was afraid
to take the spotlight.

Ooh. Thaddeus was right.
Up is down.

Upside down room. Cool.

Cool?

Is nothing
impressive to you?

That's why I said "cool."

Do you not know
what cool means?

All right,
let's just try to figure out
how this room works, okay?

Yeah.

Figured it out.

Of course. That's right.
You know everything already.

So what did I
do wrong this time?

Ah, nothing.
My apologies.

You're amazing.
It's an honor to watch you.

Has anyone ever told you
that you're a control freak?

Yep. Many times.

Whoa! Hey!

I did figure it out.

Whoa. Wow.

Gummies kicked in.

I wonder
what we're looking for.

Anything weird.

- This is all weird.
- Jesus.

Look at this.

You know, I have always
looked up to you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, before you became
a cruise ship magician.

Hey, I also do
corporate events.

Oh, no way.
I couldn't tell.

So that was
a total waste. What now?

One trick. Okay? No charm,

no gifts of gabs.
Just one trick.

Dude, I do not
have to prove myself to you.

I mean, you kind of do.

Show me why
The Eye picked you.

You know what?

Prove to me that
you don't need a babysitter.

Oh, what,
now you stop performing?

You're done showing off
because your misfit friends
aren't here?

-They're my family.
-Mm-hmm.

Don't you dare.
I don't have to impress them.

All right, fine.
Forget it.

I just wanted to see
what you were capable of

when you weren't trying
to win cheap applause,

but I guess
the answer is nothing.

All right.
You wanna see a magic trick?

See, the problem
with you, Atlas,

is that you just like to
overcomplicate things, man.

It is a lot easier to find
a diamond than you think.

- Ooh.
- And to make it...

...disappear.

-Nice.
-Check your pocket.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Ooh, not bad.
Card to impossible location.

But don't play checkers
on a chessboard

because I'm already
five steps ahead of you.

Check your pocket.

Hey.

- Those are priceless antiques.
- Yeah.

This room is where old relics

go to their
final resting place.

Yep. You are, uh... You're
probably right, Thaddeus.

But, uh, not before they have
one last shot at glory.

-What's going on here?
-Pretty good,

but you should try to do
things a little more slow.

-Really?
-Let your audience
enjoy the real magic.

Okay,

-not bad. Not bad.
-Wow.

Nice one, Bosco.

I've never been
great at poker,

but is a diamond
trumped by a heart?

- Ooh. There it is.
- Whoo.

Nice misdirection,
but, let's not forget

- what this is really about.
- I wasn't done.

- Show 'em, Charlie.
- Making a jewel disappear.

- Let's see this one.
- All right.

Keep your eye on the prize.

Round and round they go,
where they stop, nobody knows.

- Good as gone.
- Ooh.

Black art, table's rigged,
saw it when I came in.

- Time for a clean escape.
- Oh, yeah.

- Where is he going?
- I know what he's doing.

Jack in the box?
That's a trick?

Ah, it's old stuff.

If I had known he was that
easy to get rid of.

- Not that easy.
- Yeah, Jack.

Ohh! Okay, enough
of the warm up act,

time for the headliner.

I want you to think
of one of these cards,

but don't think of the one you
think I want you to think of.

- Got one?
- Yeah, I got one.

- What was your card?
- Four of hearts.

Ha-ha.

Nice one, professor.
I'm impressed. I'm impressed.

Hey. Hey. That whiskey
is older than you.

Sorry, boss. So sorry.

Look, you guys,
I'm not gonna lie.

This has been really cool.

-Really, really cool.
-Go show 'em.

But, uh, I think I just want
to make it a little cooler.

- Come on now, yeah!
- Hey.

- There she goes.
- Yes! Snow storm in China.

There we are.
Beautiful.

I always wear white
in winter, guys.

Snow is rare
in this part of France,

but, ice,
that is just impossible.

- Classic.
- Nice.

How do you do
a vanish so good?

-Oh, a magician never tells.
-Hmm?

-Ooh. Hmm.
-Check.

Mate?

Shit.

Face it, Bosco. Wisdom
and skill overcome youth
and arrogance every time.

Thank you. Never assume
you're the smartest guy
in the room. Prove it.

Give me a break, man.
You didn't prove anything.

Hey, can I just
remind everyone

we still
haven't figured out

why we're even in this
World War II relic.

Wait!

Jasper Maskelyne,

the... the magician
who vanquished the Nazis.

He built fake cities,
fake tanks.

I mean... I wonder...

-Whoa.
-Oh.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my God, I was right?

Hey, Magic 101, man,
never act surprised

when the trick
actually works.

Oh, sorry.

- Oh, my goodness.
- What is all that?

Encyclopedia
of Nazi war criminals.

Uh, which apparently includes
Veronika's dad.

After World War II, surviving
Nazis fled around the world.

I'm not an accountant,
but looks like
Peter Vanderberg

got rich cleaning
their dirty money.

Yeah, and apparently
Veronika took over

right where he left off
using his criminal network.

But...
But I don't understand.

What does The Eye
want us to do with this?

Well, if I'm not mistaken,

The Eye wants us
to unmask the Vanderbergs,

bring down
two generations of criminals

with a single
sleight of hand.

I've read
some interesting rumors

about the Vanderbergs online.

Looks like 15 years ago,
Veronika's mom killed herself,

and a week later,
their housekeeper's
brakes failed.

Her car crashed,
she and her son died.

There was some suspicion
of foul play,

but nothing
was ever proven.

Hmm.

- Whoa.
- Oh, shit.

Police!

Hold on,
hold on, hold on.

Listen closely.

-Split up, find a way out.
-Okay.

-Come on, let's go.
-Go. Go.

He's right.
Everybody split up.
Okay, let's go.

This way, this way!

Stop!

-Turn around.
-Turn around.

You heard him, Bosco.
Turn around.

Here they come!

Adios, mon ami.

Sorry!

Bonjour, monsieur. Bonjour.

You know,
normally, I like to give

a proper tour
to new guests.

I suspect you've discovered

that this house
holds many secrets.

Thaddeus!

Thaddeus!

Would you like to see
a magic trick?

How about
if I make myself...

disappear?

Don't move!

Thaddeus!

Thaddeus!

Hurry! This way!

Thaddeus?

Oh, thank God.

Hey, which is
the fastest way out of here?

- Around this bend...
- Yeah.

...there's a passageway.

Just follow the creek
through the forest.

-Whoa.
-Oh!

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

This can't be happening.
Come on, Thaddeus, stand up.

We're gonna go now.

We need to get you help.

Please, stand up.

You have to stop
Veronika Vanderberg.

No, we can't do it
without you, Thaddeus.

You don't need me.

But you do need each other.

Never forget that.

I knew when I came here,
this was...

probably my final trick.

Now, don't let me
die in vain.

There's work to be done.

Go. Go now, go. Please.

Before it's...

too late.

Let's go. We gotta go.

Atlas!

The police
took June into custody.

Well, what about
Jack and Merritt?

-Them, too.
-Okay, so we break them out.

Whoa, uh-uh. Let's just talk
about this for a second.

Talk about what?

Listen to me.
We need to be smart.

No. We gotta get
my friend out of jail.

-Bosco...
-Look, when you were
researching all that stuff

about us, you know
what didn't come up?

Charlie and June
are my only friends.

You know what
I really love about them?

They don't make me
feel like an asshole.

- I'm getting June.
- Bosco, wait...

-Listen to me. Hey.
-Just one second, dude.

Listen to me.
You can't.

Why? Tell me.

They're looking
for you, Bosco.

They're looking
for all of us.

-Yes. Yes, you're gonna
get arrested, too.
-Yes.

-Shit.
-Exactly.

If only there was
somebody else

crazy enough
to stage a jailbreak

with no resources,
no protection.

-Atlas.
-Yeah?

Maybe there is.

Thaddeus Marcus Bradley,
in case you're interested

in the name of the man
you just murdered.

Ah, yes,

that was unfortunate.

You know, when this
whole thing started,

I didn't give a shit about you
or your diamond,

but you just went
and made it deeply personal.

And now, I am really looking
forward to taking you down.

My father
would have loved you.

He was quite fond of magic.

When I was five or six,

in one of the few moments
that I had him to myself,

he taught me a trick.

He would make a red silk
handkerchief disappear

and then come back
out of his mouth.

I loved it!

It had just
the right amount of flair.

And I practiced
that trick for months.

I thought that
if I could do it just right,

I would earn more of...

of him.

But that was the illusion.

I've hated magic
ever since.

The camp, the cheese,
not to say anything

of con artists like you
with your mentalism.

Neither one of us has
psychic powers, Mr. McKinney.

But you don't have to.
You know where my Heart is.

And I don't have to,

because you're
going to tell me.

I think you're smart enough
to know that

I ain't telling you shit,
as we say in Texas.

And, you're wrong
about mentalism.

People wear their entire
life story on their face.

You just have to know
how to read it.

Take yours, for example.

-May I?
-With pleasure.

This is gonna be fun.

Well, you've already shared,

in excruciating detail,
your daddy issues,

but I'm curious
about your mom.

Why did she commit suicide?

Was she as desperate

for your father's attention
as you were?

Ooh...

She was.

And why was that?

Did your father give his
attention to someone else?

When you tuck your hair
behind your ear, that's a tell.

He was.

So, was he
banging his secretary?

No, that's too cliche.

But it had to be someone close
to your mom for her to...

A good friend?
Hairdresser?

It wasn't the housekeeper,
was it?

No, not the housekeeper.

I don't have time for this.

And that's what people usually
say when I'm getting hot.

Should we crank up the AC,
maybe open a window?

Now, if my dad was having sex
with my housekeeper

and my mom found out
and committed suicide,

I probably
wouldn't cut the brakes
on my housekeeper's car.

But then again,
I'm not a psychopath.

You are a sad
and pathetic man.

I can see
why you want to end it.

Uh, hey, uh, Veronika...

You know,

walking away
is also a tell.

Ooh-la-la.

Monsieur, monsieur, monsieur.

Where is she?
Where's the girl?

Shit!

She escaped.

Bonsoir.

That's pretty disgusting,
even for you.

I think I may have
overdone it on the wine.

Hi, Lula.

You look great, by the way.

Okay, one...

I didn't think
I'd ever see you again.

How did you find us?

A little birdie told me.

Imagine my surprise.

You guys all got
back together without me.

What? No, it's not like that.
You don't understand.

It wasn't? No?

You're free. Dick.

The cavalry.

-Miss me?
-Oh, a lot.

Oh, hello there.
It's me, Lula...

Teeth! Lula!

Remember?
I too was once a Horseman.

Yeah, I asked about you.
I was the only one.

Oh, you were the...
He was the only one. Really?

Shit. Okay.

We have to get to the meet up.
Okay, here's the plan.

I have the getaway car.
It's all ready to go.

I just need Jack
to hotwire it.

Wait, your plan is
for me to steal a car?

Uh-huh!

Okay, I'll hotwire the car.
You get June.

Do not leave without her,
all right?

-Meet us outside.
-Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Oh! Uh, watch for
flashing lights!

Okay.

You know,
I can hotwire the...

-You can let go of me now.
-Right. Sorry.

Whoa!

Come here.

Where is the diamond?

Merritt, thank you.

Got your back, kiddo.

But who's got yours?

Flashing lights.

Run!

Look into my eyes,

watch and wonder
why I whisper words

that weaken your will,
and sleep.

Not everyone's susceptible.

I said, "Sleep!"

Easy does it
s'il vous plait.

Ta-da!

Hello?

Jack?

You could have told us
you were coming
in a police car.

Thank you very much.

And, look, we made
the Fifth Horseman reappear.

-Hello, Lula.
-Hi.

Okay.

-Are you okay?
-Yeah. No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

-But they have Merritt.
-Shit.

- Yeah, I escaped, he couldn't.
- Yeah, yeah.

Very emotional time
for everybody here.

Clearly a lot going on.

And I'm really trying not to
take any of this personally.

But, please,
can you tell me,

did The Eye
contact you directly?

- Yeah.
- You, too?

-Yes.
-Well, why didn't you
call me sooner?

-I'm so sorry.
I had to find a babysitter.
-Come on!

Everything happened like that.

Wait, sorry.
You two know each other?

-Yeah.
-Yeah, we know...

How many female magicians
do you think

-there are in the world?
-I mean, the fact

that there are three of us
in the room right now...

-Shocking. Shocking.
-...it's, like, mind blown.

-That's true.
-I'm surprised the universe
isn't folding in on itself.

- Exactly.
- Abu Dhabi!

- Does he just do that?
- Mm-hmm.

Sorry, I just...
I'm a big fan of yours,
by the way.

I was trying to figure out
where Veronika was
gonna be next.

And, apparently,
Vanderberg Global
has a motorsports team.

They're introducing a new car
this weekend in Abu Dhabi.

-So we can get Merritt back
and expose her.
-Yeah. Yeah.

No, no, no.
I am not exposing her.

I am not exposing
anyone, okay?

I don't care
what The Eye wants. No.

We are swapping this for
Merritt, and then we are done.

We're saving our friend,
we're not saving the world.

-And then what?
-What?

We just go back to our lives
and let her walk away?

After Russia, you said,
"Magicians are entertainers,

-"not superheroes."
-Oh, my God. Here we go.

And I'm starting to think
that you were right.

She doesn't just launder money
like her father.

You saw
what happened to Thaddeus.

Obviously, I'm playing
a bit of catch up here, right?

I don't have
all of the information,

but I don't think that
that should stop me

from having an opinion
about what we do next.

-Of course it should.
-Exactly.

No, it shouldn't, Atlas.
And I think we should
expose Vanessa.

-Veronika.
-Veronika.

For murder and...

-What is the other thing?
-Money laundering.

And for money laundering.

For murder
and for money laundering.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- We should tie her up...

No, no!
No, it is too dangerous!

-And Atlas is right.
-What?

We are done
sacrificing ourselves.

-Yeah.
-I'm sorry. It's not worth it.

That's bullshit!

- What?
- You're wrong.

-Am I?
-Sorry.

No. Don't be sorry.
Say it.

You are.
You're wrong. It's just...

Before I discovered
the Horsemen,

I didn't give a shit
about anything.

I... My family gave me up.

I hated the whole world.

And then,
I saw a video of you guys,

and you were trying
to make the world

less corrupt,
less terrible.

And that made me
give a shit.

So what's the trick?

I promise
this is gonna work.

But is that
enough misdirection?

As long as
she's here and not there.

We can take care of that.

If you're even
just five minutes late...

-Five? I'd say one.
-One minute late.

How do we know enough people
are gonna show up?

You guys,
it's already viral.

I guarantee
there'll be a crowd.

This is nuts.
There's too many variables.

Hey, we'll be
in constant contact with you
if something goes awry...

Hey, hey, hey, there's, like,
no margin for error here, man.

Okay? Zero.

We're going to have to be
absolutely flawless

if we're gonna
pull something this risky off

with this many moving parts

in this ridiculously
short amount of time.

-Okay?
-Yes.

-Yeah.
-But speaking for
myself, at least,

I think the seven of us have
a better chance than most.

Oh.

Would you look at this.

When did the great
Bosco Leroy go soft?

Okay, guys,
are we doing this or what?

It has
a ten million to one shot.

Those are my kind of odds.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the time has come.

Tonight,
for one night only.

- Come in close.
- Closer.

Because the more
you think you see...

The easier it will be
to fool you.

The countdown
begins in only two hours.

The Four Horsemen
will be on stage together

for the first time
in ten years.

J. Daniel Atlas.

Henley Reeves.

Jack Wilder.

And Lula May.

Ladies and gentlemen,
the Four Horsemen.

That's right, the Horsemen
are back for one night only.

Now, last week,
we stole the Heart Diamond,

and tonight,
in two hours' time,

we're going to return it
to its rightful owner,

all of you.

Do you think
that got her attention?

If that didn't,
I don't know what will.

All right, listen,
now that you know

how bad things
can actually get,

can you please just try
playing it safe this one time?

-No.
-Okay.

Oh.

Here she is.
Right on time.

You enjoying the show?

Eh, it's a little tacky
for my taste.

I assume you chose your venue
for its proximity to my own.

Well, good news for you.

I've placed you
on our guest list.

Bring me my Heart.
We'll make an exchange.

Mr. McKinney
for the diamond.

Mm-hmm.
- Outside, under the lights,

and not
the first hint of magic.

One rabbit
comes out of a hat,

one ace slides
out of a sleeve,

and your friend goes poof.

Just trying to use parlance
you'll understand.

Welcome to the W Yas Island.

The Orlando
of the Middle East.

Ha.

Now, finally,
thank you to Yas Island
for hosting an event

worthy of the fastest team
in motorsports.

This track is elite,

but it will soon provide
our competitors

with the most common view
in racing,

the rear wings of our cars.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Holy shit. That's Veronika?

She has a very
commanding presence.

Our magical friends
have arrived.

Why don't you go
and greet them?

Thank you so much for coming.
I hope you enjoy the race.

Okay, Atlas said
to create a distraction.

How are we gonna
pull this off?

There is security everywhere.

Okay, guys, calm down.
I got this.

Hello. Hi.

Uh, David. Cool.
I'm from media relations.

I was just checking in.

Do you think you guys could do
a different camera placement?

Okay, thanks. Continue.

Who is that?

Your turn.

Let's do this.

Make sure you confirm

the authenticity
of the diamond.

These people
are very tricky.

I'm so glad you came.

What do you say
we bury the hatchet?

-In each other's necks?
-Ha! He's funny.

We each possess something
beneficial to the other.

Perfect reason
to do business.

Only, there's one caveat.

I fervently hope our mutual
dealings are at a close.

-She's so poised.
-Not now.

-I hate her... Ugh.
-Lula. Shh.

- How's it going?
- Bro, can I help you?

Yeah, we're here
to shoot the car.

-ID?
-Oh, right. Of course.

Obviously. There you are.

- And you?
- Uh, yeah,

it's in my jacket somewhere.

There it is.
We're with Checkered Flags,
the doc series.

Next season's on
Vanderberg Motorsports.

They seriously didn't
give you guys a heads-up?

Typical.

We're just gonna get some
inserts, maybe some B-roll

and some party people
gawking at this beauty.

-All right, whenever you're...
-Oi, don't touch the car.

-We got to shoot the interior.
-Yeah.

I can actually get you
a cameo in this thing.

-Save it. I've got my orders.
-Yeah, and so do we.

Good evening,
Ms. Vanderberg.

Yeah. We're trying to get
that footage you asked for,

but we ran into
a little bit of a problem.

-You're gonna be in trouble.
-She wants to talk to you.

That's not good, my guy.
Mm-mm. Not good.

Hello.

Listen, my father always said

no one buys
a diamond sight unseen.

And at this very moment,
my car is the diamond.

So, you can
either let them do their job,

or you can
find yourself a new one.

Sorry for the holdup, ma'am.

-You're good.
-You're the best.

If you could just back up
for me really quick?

Just for the light.
Thanks, man.

- Well, shall we
get on with it?
Please.

Oh. Of course, you have
a goon. Forgive me.

Ah, come on,
you don't trust us?

After all
we've been through?

Is there a problem?

Double check
if you're not certain.

-It's the Heart.
-Yes, of course it is.

Now, please,
can you get our friend?

Come on.

There he is. Okay.

- Ah!
- Hey.

Whew.

You okay?

Well, now that I know I'm
worth half a billion dollars.

I still think
we got ripped off,
but it's good to see you.

Signed, sealed, delivered.

See, I'm a woman
of my word.

Stick around if you want,
enjoy the party.

What in God's name?

Shit!

Come on, come on, how do you
make this thing go?

Look out!

I can't concentrate
with you yelling at me!

Don't let him get away!

Excuse me!

Call the police!

You enjoying the show?

You just gonna
stand there gawking
or get my car back?

You did this.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, Atlas,
you wanted a distraction,
you got a distraction.

Man, this thing
is tail happy.

Oh, man, what the hell?

We fell through
a trapdoor or something.

Is everybody okay?

- Where are we?
- No.

When I woke up this morning,
there was only one thing

I wanted
more than my diamond.

My Horsemen
under lock and key.

And now that I have both,

I must admit, I'm feeling
a little bit spoiled.

While you were prepping
your little performance,

I curated a trick of my own.

Five Horsemen trapped,
no escape.

You five may be
national treasures,

but we have those here, too.

Only they're hard to find,

because they're
buried in sand.

To the world,
it will appear you died

in a failed escape act.

Now, let's see
some magic.

Fuck magic!
Somebody call for backup!

- Jack, call June.
- Anyone have service?

God, she must have scrambled
the cell signal.

She thought of everything!

Lula, whose side
are you on?

I'm on our side, obviously,
but she also thought
of everything.

Both things can be true
at one time.

The sand is getting higher.
The sand is getting bigger.

There's more sand
and it's getting larger.

Henley, Henley, uh,
first principle of escape.

Uh, how long
is it survivable? Right.

Right. Great. Judging from
the rate of the flow,

the volume of the box...

- Uh, yeah, we're screwed.
- Oh, amazing.

Okay, how about the second
principle of escape then?

Okay,
so that's the box itself.

Is there a flaw?
Is there a weakness?

Is there a back door?

Everybody just
needs to check!

This side's sealed.

Shit. No, it's sealed,
sealed, sealed.

Everything's sealed.

Any chance
there's a third principle?

I have what you're after.

Perfect.

I will meet you
where the Heart resides.

I can hardly wait.

Straight to the vault.

No, no, no, no! Yes!

Help me, Ricky Bobby!
Help me!

Is this really gonna
happen right now?

We're just gonna die here
in this box? Really?

It's funny. A week ago,
I wanted to die,

and then... then I get
my reason to live back,

and now,
we're actually gonna die.

How is that funny?

Well, I mean,
it was funnier in my head.

It's... You know,
it's peculiar funny.

No. Uh-uh. No.

We're out of options.

God, I never should have
been that horrible

about your website
and your costumes
and the logo.

-Okay.
-It's not embarrassing

that the "I" in "Wilder"
is a little magic wand.

I got it.
That's... Thank you.

It's not. It's cute
and it's charming.

- That's enough.
- And I... I missed you.

Listen, I know I don't
always show it, but, um...

I really do think
the world of all of you.

I cannot believe
we're getting buried alive.

-I mean, it's like a Western.
-Wait, wait. Buried alive.

That's, like,
an old magic tradition.

Sorry, who do we know
who did that?

Bill Shirk nearly died
doing that. Remember?

He got into a Plexiglas coffin
and had it covered in sand.

But didn't
the Plexiglas break?

- The sand got wet.
- The sand got wet.

I remember now.
It rained the night before.

Okay, wet sand is heavier
than dry. It broke the glass.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
If we broke that pipe,

then it would wet the sand,

and then it'll...
it'll break the box, right?

If I could... If I could
wrap something around it,

I might be able
to get some leverage.

Okay.

Merritt,
give me your belt.

Okay.

-Okay, you got it. You got it.
-Yep, yeah.

Good, good, good.

-Wrap it, wrap it.
-Come on, come on, come on.

-Yes! Yes!
-Yes, yes, yes.

Help me! Help me!
Pull me down!

-Okay, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-It's made up of metal.

Nice, nice, nice, okay.

Pull over.

You have been surrounded.

I'd love to pull over,

but I'm finally getting
the hang of it.

I'm the
greatest driver in the world!

No, no, no, no.

Watch out!

Damn it!

Turn off the engine
and exit the vehicle.

We've got you surrounded.

Put your hands up
and don't move!

I'm sorry. Did I forget
to use my blinker?

You're under arrest.

Thank you, gentlemen.
Excellent work.

We've had a red notice
for one Bosco Leroy.

-Thank you.
-No problem.

Yep,
Atlas is gonna kill me.

-Water's coming in too fast.
-And the glass won't break.

-All this for a diamond.
-We could use that now.

Nothing cuts glass
like a diamond.

Wait. Wait, Henley. Henley.

Yes! I can hold my breath
for eight minutes.

If anyone can get us
out of this, we can.

We're crossing into
the desert, ma'am.

The dust storm
is getting worse.

What's he doing here?

Ms. Vanderberg's diamond that
you and your friends stole?

Lost something?

That was fun.

- It's working!
- It's working.

Everybody help!

-Everybody help!
-Let's do it! Come on!

Henley, way to go!

-Oh, my God!
-Nice job!

All right,
we got a show to catch.

I hope we're not too late.

-You all right?
-Yeah.

Identity verified.

You made it.

Do you have what I want?

If you have what I want.

Where's the evidence?

Right here.

I'm the evidence.

No.

Charlie, I... I don't...

You're dead.

Now you see me.

It's quite fascinating
the things people do

to make something
or someone...

disappear.

Ah.

I taught you that trick.

Just like
our father taught you.

And now,
after 15 years, you're...

you're trying to ruin me?

No.

All 15 years.

I didn't know
you'd be in that car.

But you must have been
relieved to hear I was.

When we hit the water,

I couldn't unbuckle
my seat belts.

Mom freed me
with her dying breath.

I had nothing but fondness
for you, Charlie.

Let me finally treat you
like a brother.

I am your brother!

Father's blood
is in both of us,

though he'd never
acknowledge mine.

God knows Mother begged.

And the shame drove
my mother to her grave.

Then you sent mine to hers!

Fine.

You're right.

It should be yours.

Here.

Take it.

Bullet catch.

-That's impossible.
-No. Just magic.

Ah.

Hmm.

Hello, everyone.

Thank you.

All right, thank you.

Earlier tonight,
J. Daniel Atlas

promised to return
the Heart Diamond

to its rightful owner.

But before we do that,

some introductions
are in order.

First, let's say hello
to the fierce force of nature,

the extraordinary
June Rouclere!

Yeah, June!

Wow. Hello, everyone.
Thank you.

Thank you so much.
Thank you.

And give it up
for the indomitable

Bosco Leroy!

The pleasure is ours.

Hello, gorgeous.

And, of course,
we could not have done

any of this
in the first place

without the help
of the world's
greatest magicians.

The Four...

Sorry,
make that Five Horsemen!

Thank you, everyone.

Wow. Uh...

You know,
we have entertained, well,

dazzled audiences
all over the world,

but we have never been
part of a trick like this.

And you may be
asking yourself,

"How did they
pull this off?"

Okay, well, every magician
needs an assistant. Veronika?

You may think
Veronika here,

as Peter Vanderberg's
sole heir,

is the rightful owner
of this diamond.

But, here's the twist.

Peter didn't have one child.
He had two.

That's right.

And that other child
cheated death.

And landed
in New York City.

Where vengeance
became his life's work.

But he would need help.

Oh. Found the scotch.
Thanks.

So he recruited.

...when to stop,
tell me when.

Stop.

-Is that your card?
-Yes.

Yeah? You want to know
how I did it?

Enticed...

and lured some of the most

brilliant minds
he could assemble,

laying the groundwork
for a trick unlike any other.

Which brings us
to tonight.

Make some noise
for the mastermind
behind all of this.

Our best friend.

-A ghost...
-Until this very moment.

Charlie Vanderberg!

-Wow.
-Whoo!

I know I said
I'd enjoy taking you down,

but this is more fun
than I anticipated.

You are still a sad
and pathetic man.

And you are nothing.

Oh, hold on, everyone.
One sec.

-And you never will be.
-What's that?

I don't understand
how you pulled this off.

You don't understand?

Veronika doesn't
seem to understand

how she found herself
in this position.

Well, let's
explain it to her.

You see, the finest magic
preys on assumptions.

That the car waiting for you

was the same one
that dropped you off.

Let's go.

That an act of
Mother Nature is nothing but.

And that
a vault in the desert

isn't just smoke and mirrors.

That a gun
isn't filled with blanks.

And that an elevator

is just simply
descending into earth.

If you want to trick
the master of deception,

you have to
manipulate her reality.

And for our last trick,

why don't we make
Veronika disappear?

No.

You don't win.

-I'm the Vanderberg family!
-There she is.

Miss you already.

- Final reveal!
- Do you hear me?

The real
Veronika Vanderberg.

The Vanderbergs do not lose!

The world is
full of illusions.

One of the biggest
is that this diamond

belongs to
the Vanderbergs at all.

As my father's only
un-incarcerated next of kin,

I'll make sure every one
of our illicit buyers

faces legal repercussions.

And then
I'll gift all our assets,

including the Heart

to the South African
communities they came from

with a few extra dollars
left for all of you.

Horsemen crowds always leave
with deeper pockets.

-Nice trick.
-I learn from the best.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you for joining us,
all of us.

And please remember,

no matter what cards
life deals you,

you have to learn
to make your own magic.

Ladies and gentlemen...

We are the Horsemen.
Good night.

All right, what do you want,
pomegranate or boysenberry?

Dude, I said
I wanted a drink.

Just give it a try.

Kids today.

-Mm!
-Of course.

That's pretty good.

-You wanna try?
-No.

I think
you dropped this.

Oh. My old card.

Just in case
you wanna frame it.

Thanks. I might.

You know, I still cannot
believe you're a Vanderberg.

Neither could she.

I was thinking I feel like

we should start
our own group, you guys.

- A girls magic group?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Yes.
-The Hor... Horsegirls.

- No. Not that.
- Wait, Horsewomen.

-Not that.
-Ladies of the Horse.

-It wouldn't be that.
-Ponies!

-That's really bad.
-Yeah?

Can I talk
to you real quick?

Ooh!

I'm not trying to infiltrate
the Horsewomen.

What... what's up?

Um...

-It's just...
-Speak.

What is the matter with you?
What's wrong?

It's hard
because I don't...

I don't know
how you feel.

So...

Hey, uh, everybody.

Everybody, come on
over here, please.

Yeah? Come on, guys.

Hey, can you grab
some more of those
delicious things, Bosco?

You are gonna
love this stuff.
It is slap.

- No, Merritt, please.
- It slaps.

What I meant to say is
it's good.

Yeah. Right.

Yes, and I will be
the one to say it.

I'm going
to miss you guys.

I was just thinking
the same thing.

Yeah. Me, too.

Damn it,
I love you guys.

- Aw.
- We love you, too.

We love you.

- Adorable.
- Me, too.

Very sweet.
Even me?

Really?
You must be very drunk.

Whoa.

My God.

Can we just talk
about something else?

Go back to what...

-we all love each other.
-I mean, come on, you love him,
he loves her.

You guys
love each other more.

Oh.

You guys
expecting someone?

No one's supposed
to know where we are.

-Who's it from?
-Doesn't say.

Open it.

You open it.

Okay.

Oh, that's the... that's
the thing from the door.

- Yeah, from the chateau.
- Oh, yeah!

Do you, uh... You mind if
I take another crack at it?

-Yeah, yeah, go for it.
-Yeah?

I think I can handle it
this time.

Hello, Horsemen.

Did you miss me?

Dylan.

But he's supposed
to be in prison.

I know what you're thinking.
"He lied to us."

But I...
I didn't lie to you.

I just led you to believe
something that wasn't true.

But it was
for your own good, trust me.

There's more to this mystery
than you realize.

And the end result
is that the Horsemen
are back together again.

It warms my heart.

Now, for you
three imposters,

brazenly pretending like

you're part of our
top secret organization?

You think you're gonna
get away with it

with no consequences
or repercussions?

Well...

you thought right.

- Hey!
- Welcome.

Welcome to The Eye.

As for the rest of you,

you thought
your work was done.

Think again, team.

You're just
getting started.

What's the trick?