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Because what is seeing?

You're looking, but what you're really doing is filtering, interpreting,

searching for meaning.

My job?

To take that most precious of gifts you give me, your attention,

and use it against you.

Okay, great. Good. Another compliment.

Okay. So that's why

Okay, so you're like Buddha,

if he wasn't so enlightened.

And you're like Jesus,

if he was arrogant and all of his miracles were fake.

Okay, lovebirds, get a room.

Okay, okay, okay, let's just say you robbed a bank.

- I did. - Fine. Fantastic. You did.

Was this your card? No.

See, I knew you weren't a queen of hearts lady,

and I respect that.

The trick usually works better when I'm not strapped in here,

but I understand protocol.

Okay, okay.

Mr. Bradley started as a magician.

- He was actually quite good. - Really?

- One of the best. - You don't say.

"The greatest genius is in seeing through the illusion."

That's a man who loves his work.

You sure I can't interest you in a glass of wine?

No, no, no. No, thank you, sir. We're working.

I will take one.

That's incredible. That's amazing.

Red dye, palmed.

Is that how Jesus did it? That's incredible.

I'm sorry. Can I just take a minute here?

Right, so it's about the money.

Well, the money is only there

because the need to know is greater than the desire to be fooled.

Like you, I detest those who prey upon the gullibility of the masses.

With all due respect,

Cost?

A middling magician who drowned in the Hudson River 30 years ago.

On Mr. Bradley's first special, he revealed all of Shrike's tricks.

The next year, Shrike tried to stage a comeback.

He was shackled inside a safe,

and dropped into the river.

I didn't kill him.

He killed himself trying to do something he wasn't prepared to handle.

You do realize this is a game?

Believe me, it's not a game.

It is a game.

You got me.

If you really want to know

how a bank in Paris was robbed from a stage in Las Vegas,

my special comes out next month.

of me as your own personal corkscrew.

Wow. Thanks.

Let me mull over that offer of cheap and meaningless sex.

Cheap and meaningless, maybe, but not time-consuming.

You know, this is hard.

According to this book,

some of those guys practice one simple move eight hours a day for years.

Really? Some of those guys seriously need to get a life.

I want two each inside of here. The other 30 around here.

Roofs, alleys, balconies.

- Eyes on The Horsemen at all times. - Yes, sir.

Wow, 100 years ago, William Robinson took the name Chung Ling Soo

and spent his entire life never speaking English in public.

And I'm still here.

And if you do anything to sully my investment,

the ride down, which you mentioned,

will be sudden, precipitous, and measurable on the Richter scale.

Do me a favor.

Visualize your most adventurous sexualexpeflence.

Stay out of my head, you perv.

Well, no, if I stay out of your head, I'm never gonna get into your pants.

- Right. - So let's stick with this exercise.

- And it helps... - Pardon the intrusion.

I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight.

What, so you can try to expose us later on your little website?

And on demand.

- That's not gonna happen. - Oh, no?

Operating on a special plane because of The Eye?

I heard it's a lovely place. Lots of starshine and moonbeams.

Make any magician's wish come true.

You've come a long way,

much further than anyone would have expected

of a bunch of wanna-hes and has-beans.

If by "has-been" you're referring to me, I just wanna say I'm flattered,

because I always considered myself a never-was.

Do you mind if I do a quick read on you?

By all means.

Okay, I'm picturing a little boy.

He wants to be a great magician someday.

And though he's good, he's not quite good enough.

So he ends up at the bottom of the entertainment food chain,

feeding off of those who have the talent that he never did.

Tell me. Am I getting close?

Wait. Before you go. I'm working on something new. Do you have a second?

Okay. Name a card.

- King of hearts. - Knew it.

Okay.

- It's up your left sleeve. - Is it?

No. No, I don't see it up there.

You know, why don't you check your unnecessary velveteen pocket there?

Yeah.

Anyway, thank you so much for coming by, but this is kind of a talent only area, so...

Break a leg.

Hey, you break something, too.

Nice watch.

It's a family heirloom.

Thank you. Before we begin,

we'd like to single out two people in particular.

A man and a woman to whom we'd like to dedicate tonight's performance.

FBI Agent Dylan Rhodes

and the lovely, if somewhat inexperienced, Interpol Agent Alma Dray, everyone.

Yeah, Agent Rhodes has personally vowed to "nail us."

And we encourage him to do so if he has the brains and the fur.

Now, we've all heard of pulling the rabbit out of the hat.

But has anyone heard of pulling a hat out of a rabbit?

You know, when Merritt said I hardly spent any time away from the desk, he was right.

I'm a researcher. That's what I do best.

So what's this all about?

Supposedly, if you buy into it,

The Eye are the keepers

of real magic

and the protectors of those who practice it.

"Candidates for initiations

"must follow a series of commands with blind obedience."

- This isn't real. - But there are some who think it is.

May I?

According to this, they only take new people twice a century.

So what? The Horsemen are doing these shows in order to get into this thing?

- I don't know. - I don't know.

I mean, I guess these guys could just rob banks to rob banks.

They don't have to put on a show for that.

It's probably just a myth.

But it doesn't make any sense, and I don't think logic will solve this for us.

- You don't say? - No.

Ibefieve that some things are only discovered

if you take certain leaps.

- Well, I gotta get to... - Yeah. Yeah.

- Thanks. Good night. - Yeah. Good night.

- Sorry. -It's all right.

If The Eye did exist, we'd have to assume they were watching us, right?

Shit.

I think someone is watching us, but it isn't magic.

Your fears are correct. This is not and has never been your phone.

It's a clone in every way, except for this.

No, no, no, no, no. Go back!

I didn't have tactical command.

If you don't trust me, just tell me.

Promise me, next time, you will back me up.

Could we have this conversation later, please?

No!

Okay, fine, I promise. Now, go!

- Where'd they go? - Where are they?

I don't know. She just took some guy's car.

- Where are they? - That way. That way.

- Is that your car? - Yeah.

Let's go.

It looks like they're turning

onto the 59th Street Bridge.

Today, the unfolding story of a popular and controversial group of magicians,

who have been fast capturing the public's imagination,

took a dark turn when a police action that began in Chinatown

developed into a dramatic, high-speed chase across the 59th Street Bridge,

which caused a fatal collision that took the life of Jack Wilder,

one of the so-called Four Horsemen.

The whereabouts of the other three Horsemen remain unknown at this time.

More than anything in his life,

Jack wanted to be the most famous magician who ever lived.

And I can't say he achieved it,

but I do hope wherever he is, it is full of magic.

But the point is... Sorry.

The point is...

The point of why we are here is to say that we are not... We cannot quit now.

We've started something bigger than all of us.

We have to finish it.

Go ahead!

That's on you, Fuller.

The morning before the show didn't feel like any other day.

When my father said he had to go to work, he could see that I didn't want him to leave.

So he gave me his watch, and he told me to count the seconds until he came back.

I have never let his watch stop since then.

Please, stop, stop, stop.

All right, stop the van. Stop the van. I'm gonna jump out of the van.

Oh, thank God.

Where are we?

Great, another shit hole.

Okay, feeling it.

I'm exhausted, and hungry, and cranky.

Check out this place.

- Where'd you bring us? - Was there no landfill where we were?

This place is awesome.

Is this our new gear?

There'd better not be, like, matching jumpsuits in there.

You know I don't wear spandex.

-It's Locked. - Guys, the cards.

- What card? - What do you mean, "what card"?

Okay.