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Take five.

According to your potential backers,

you stand to make 2.5 million tops

from your best special.

I have here a check

for 3.5 million.

To walk away?

To fly away. My jet is at your disposal.

Let's not kid ourselves, Mr. Tressler.

You're in this to ride them up.

I'm in it to ride them down.

I take it that we do not have a deal.

And therein lies our conflict.

Let me be blunt.

My bank account
is much, much bigger than yours.

And my lawyers are much stronger.

And they will manacle you

with so many injunctions.

Until you stand by, hopelessly watching

everything that you own drain away

in front of your greedy little eyes.

This isn't the first time
I've been threatened.

And I'm still here.

It is, however, the first time
you've been threatened by me.

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.

You shouldn't have done that.

According to superstition,

one who uses a doll
to enact one's own wrath,

is likely to bring that
very wrath unto himself.

Isn't that funny?

And I thought you didn't believe in magic.

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.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the Savoy management welcomes you

to tonight's special performance,

The Four Horsemen, Act Two.

Unlike traditional performances,

The Four Horsemen encourage you to film,

call your friends,

upload, stream, and tweet the show freely.

Thank you. The show
will begin in a few minutes.

Nice watch.

It's a family heirloom.

By the way, I know how he did that trick.

- Who?
- Shrike.

So, when he was 14,

he saw a hole in a tree in Central Park.

He had a guy who worked at the carousel

sign a card for what looked
like a routine little trick.

And?

At the guy's retirement, 18 years later,

Shrike performs, has the guy sign a card,

and presto!

The card is in the tree.

It was in the tree for 18 years.

The card was in the tree.

The tree grew around the card in 18 years.
I mean, that isn't magic. It's not magic.

The point is, the trick
was not to look closely.

It was to look so far

that you see 20 years into the past.

After Shrike drowned,
they never found the body.

What are you suggesting?

Arthur Tressler presents

Jack Wilder,

Henley Reeves,

Merritt McKinney,

and Daniel Atlas.

The Four Horsemen.

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.

What is magic?

Our argument,
nothing but targeted deception.

So I want you to look.

Look as closely as possible.

Because the tricks you are about to see

may not seem connected.

But we assure you, they are.

Is what follows 100 different tricks?

Or is it one giant illusion?

And now for one
of the oldest tricks in the book.

Danny, if you wouldn't mind
opening up the box,

and showing everybody
that it's completely empty.

Now, we're gonna need
12 courageous volunteers.

I'm gonna take sweet little Fluffy here,

and put her inside this mystery box.

There are two pencils out there.

Hold 'em up high. Let me see 'em.

- Here!
- Yeah!

And now, you will say the magic word.

Abracadabra.

Yes, and I will wave this magic wand

for no reason. And then...

Fluffy has
magically vanished before your very eyes.

If you haven't experienced mass hypnosis,

you're about to.

And sleep.

Down, down. Sleep, sleep.
Completely sleep.

Good, good. Sleep, sleep.

And now we are gonna debunk

a few magic myths this evening.

We all know that Fluffy is,
in fact, alive and well.

And Fluffy has miraculously appeared.

As has the mirror

which makes the box only
appear as though it's empty.

When you hear the word "freeze"

you are all football players.

And your job is to tackle,

dismantle,

crush,

tear limb from limb,

the quarterback.

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 will know who the quarterback is.

He will be the one saying that word.

Freeze.

Three, two, one...

Put your hands in the middle.
One, two, three...

Kill the quarterback!

Get on back to your seats.

I got a feeling
I'm gonna be seeing you soon.

I guess you have lost some weight.

At the intermission,

we asked you to write down
your current bank balance,

and seal it in an envelope.

Now it's time to take those envelopes out.

Everyone take 'em out.

Now, everybody,

shout out your name. All at once. Go.

Shout 'em out.

Clement? Frannick?

- Yeah! Up here!
- Oh. Way up there.

Okay. Dina? Robertson?

That's me!

Okay. Names. Names. Let's go.

Josepha Hickey?

That's me!

Josepha, I want you
to focus on your balance,

and count from one to 10 out loud.

One, two, three, four, five...

Stop.

Is the first digit 5?

Yes.

Do it again. This time, faster.

One, two, three, four, five, six...

Stop.

Six. Again.

One, two...

Josepha, is your
bank balance $562 as of today?

Yeah. That's what I got.

Unfortunately, you're wrong.

Okay, Dina,

1,

4.

7.

- 7.
- Yeah.

You think it is.
But in fact, you, too, are wrong.

Clement.

You do not have $6,500 in your account.

In fact, everybody stand up. Everybody.

Yeah. Put your envelopes to your forehead.

Focus on your number.

This is... Oh, dear. Just as I feared.

Oh, this is strange.

You know, I hate to say this,
but you're all wrong.

Every last one of you is dead wrong

about what you think is in your account.

Okay, you can sit down now.

Yeah. I almost forgot.

This evening would not be possible

if it weren't
for our great benefactor Arthur Tressler.

Big applause! Big applause!

Art, actually, why don't
you come up on stage

for the finale?

- Come on down, Art!
- Come on down, Art!

There he goes. Okay, good.

Are we on red?

Bright red. We're all standing by.

All right, no one leaves the theater.
No one.

There he goes.

Now, Art, did you fill out your envelope?

Well, no need. We've done it for you.

Now, Art, I took a guess.

North of 140. Am I right?

That's 140 million, by the way.

I'm sorry, Merritt.

How can he be right about his balance

and everyone else be wrong?

I think possibly because he, too, is wrong.

Everybody, take out your paper.

And using the flashlight under your seat,

start to warm up that paper.

I think your correct balance
begins to appear.

Now, Art, don't worry,
we have a flashlight for you.

Yes.

Look.

What's going on there, Daniel?

Wait. This is weird. A second ago, it said

$144,579,651.

But now...

Now it says $70,000 less.

Josepha, can you stand up?

Yes.

Now, what is your new number?

$70,562 now in my account.

Is it possible that
Josepha's balance went up

the exact amount that Art's went down?

Hey. Check it out. It's happening again.

IS it?

Wow. It is.

Art's balance has gone down another 280K.

Dina Robertson? What did yours say?

$281,477.

We have a confession to make.

She's right. We lied about something.

Yes. None of you were chosen at random.

All of you have one thing in common.

Everyone in this room was a victim

of the hard times that hit one of
America's most treasured cities.

Some of you lost your houses, your cars.

Your businesses.

Your loved ones.

But all of you were insured
by the same company.

Tressler Insurance.

You were abandoned.

You were loopholed...

out of your settlements.

This is all for show. Correct?

"All" meaning we're doing it onstage
in front of a paying audience?

- Then, yes, it's for show.
- Whoa! Whoa!

I've got $82,000 in my bank account!

It says it right here on my cell phone!

Everybody, look at your
cell phones right now! Everybody!

Is this for real?

I don't know.

Is this happening?

I don't know! I can't tell!

Hey! Did you do this?

How could we, Art?

We don't have your password.

We'd need access to information

we could never get our hands on.

Yes, security questions,
for instance, like,

I don't know, your mother's maiden name

or the name of your first pet.

Where would we get that information, Art?

You certainly would never tell us.

We got confirmation.
It's really happening. They robbed him.

Do not let them get away.

Hey, we left you the jet and the Rolls.

You got hell to pay!

Stop!

Stop! Nobody move!

Freeze!

Quarterback!

We are The Four Horsemen.

Good night.

Get 'em off me!

Get off! Get off me!

Get off me!

All right. I want everyone
on the street! Everyone!

- Quarterback!
- Quarterback!

Fuller, meet me in front of the theater

and bring the tracker.

Let's go! Let's go! Now! Come on! Let's go!

Give me the tracker.

Let's go.

FBI! Clear!

- Dylan!
- Damn.

What have you got?

That's him right there. Follow the red dot.

All right, I'll take this.
Go. Box 'em. Cut 'em off that way.

He's turning left on Burgundy.

Hey! Move!

Move! Move!

I got him heading north on Bourbon.

- Sorry. Move, move!
- Hey!

Hey, excuse me. Move, move! Excuse me.

I've lost him at Bourbon.

Damn! Where are you?

Excuse me.

He's heading south on Exchange Place.

Stop!

What are you doing?

He's going in Napoleon House.

Move! Move!

Move out of the way!

Hey!

Move!

He's in the bathroom.
I have him in the bathroom.

No! No! No!

Freeze!

Lower your weapons!

What?

I'm tracking myself!

The Horsemen
left egg on the face of what they call

the alphabet agencies,

calling into question

the efficacy of the FBI's task force

as well as the man in charge
of the investigation,

Special Agent Dylan Rhodes,

who was publicly ridiculed,

and even tackled at tonight's performance.

Talk about a fumble.

This is quickly becoming a national story,

as The Horsemen have now
seemingly pulled off the impossible

for the second time in as many days.

Two nights ago in Vegas, The Horsemen

seemingly robbed a bank in Paris...

Hey.

What are you doing?

I'm having a drink.

I came to get you.

I'm worried about you.

You're worried about me.
Well, I'm worried about you.

Atlas. You had him.

He didn't have a weapon.

I couldn't shoot him and you know that.

Yeah, but you... You let him go.

Didn't you?

A pretty French girl
shows up out of the blue,

acts like she's my partner
and then she lets the bad guy go?

Let go of my arm.

Who exactly are you anyway?

I thought you said you were a desk agent.

Not bad.

What is this?

What's the Eye of Horus?

Oh, certainly nothing
I want to get into tonight.

You're dismissive enough
about me when you're sober.

Find your way back yourself.

Mr. Bradley? Mr. Tresslerwould like you
to join him for a drink.

Sir.

Thank you.

What is your role with them?

Role?

Yes. You seem to know
everything about them.

What they're gonna do.
Where they're gonna be.

If it makes you feel any better,

this wasn't about you.

Please tell me why this was not about me.

This is a magic trick, Mr. Tressler.

Played out on a global scale.

You, sir, are the abracadabra.

The distraction, while they
set up the real trick.

I was a $140-million distraction?

Yes.

And that very ego that got you involved
with them in the first place

is what keeps you from seeing that.

- You know...
- "I can destroy you."

Yes, I do know.

Well, you won't.

And you won't destroy them.

Whatever this grand trick is,

it was designed a long time ago.

And I believe that what's about to follow
is really going to amaze.

So I suggest
you sit back and enjoy your front row seat.

You paid quite a lot of good money for it.

Whatever you stand to make

I'll double it, if you expose them now.

And destroy them.

I stand to make five million.

Am I flinching?

No, you're not.

Hey.

I'm sorry for your arm.

No. I'm sorry.

I was an asshole. I was drunk.

I'm at a loss.

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.

A bug.

Someone has
heard every call, read every text.

That's how
they were able to stay ahead of us.

God damn it!

Get me Atlas' interrogation tape.

Yes, sir. I have it on the hard drive.

Picture's up.

Okay, fast forward.

Go on, go on. Freeze!

Okay. Frame by frame. Go on.

Play it through.

Stop. Zoom in tighter. Tighter.

There. That's where he took my phone.

Is that thing transmitting?

Only when
you're making a call or sending a text.

Plus I removed the bug.

All right. Put it back in
and turn on the phone.

They don't know
that we know about the bug.

As of this instant, we are ahead of them.

We need to keep it that way. Understand?

Find my real phone and track it.

Already did. As of about 20 minutes ago,
it's in New York City.

Good.

I wanna cut 'em off at the knees.

They got power? Cut it.

They got phones, electricity, water?
Cut it.

Squeeze 'em out.

I want 'em to feel our presence.

And get me an airplane!

The firewall's down.
Do they know about this?

They who?

"They," "them," whoever we're working for.

Who are we working for?

And are we prepared to go to jail for them?

Stop being paranoid.

It really does happen.

It happened to you.
Doesn't mean it's gonna happen to us.

Guys, I don't know if
can do this, all right.

I don't want to go to jail, you know?

Then don't screw up.
You're always talking about

wanting to be treated like an adult.

Now might be a good time
to start acting like one.

Stick to the plan. Stay
here and burn it all.

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I don't know
what you would do anywhere else.

I'm here for the pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow.

That's it. Then I'm gone.

You can do whatever you want
when this is over, Merritt.

But until then, you stick to the plan.

Hey, guys. They're here.

- My guys are ready to go.
- Let's do this quickly...

- No.
- What?

She doesn't have jurisdiction here.

She's Interpol. She's with me.

She stays.

What? What?

Stay in the car.

Let's go.

Okay. Let's do it.

FBI!

Ladies first.

Don't move!

Tell me.

Is my money being well-spent?

Exceedingly well.

Now you tell me,

how do you like your Horsemen?

Fricasseed or fried?

Shredded.

I'll tell the Chef.

Freeze!

Dylan!

Hold on!

You little...

Come here!

Five is clear. Standing by for six.

You little Shit!

You little Shit!

- What game are you playing?
- What game are you playing?

We're all good at six. Move to seven.

Copy that. Going to seven. Go, go, go!

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

Hey!

Come here!

Come here!

All right, hold on, hold on!

- Really?
- Yup.

You...

You little...

Shit!

Shit!

Give me that!

All units, cover the north exit now!

Clear on Evan.

Block every possible exit.

Hey! Get back. Shit.

- FBI. Sort of. I need your car. Thanks.
- What?

What?

Stop! Stop!

Hey!

Good. Follow him!

Don't ever tell me to
stay in the car. Ever.

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.

There he is!

Move!

Left!

We're heading east on the FDR Drive.

- This is not east.
- North! North!

- We're heading north on the FDR Drive.
- What?

We're coming to you live above the FDR,

where NYPD
and federal agents, as you now see,

are engaged in a high-speed pursuit,

following a black sedan.

Fuller, where are you?

Right here. Trying to catch up to you now.

We're now trying to get you a better shot.

Come on!

It looks like they're turning

onto the 59th Street Bridge.

As soon as we have them within range,

we will bring you those pictures live.

Good. Just stay with him.

Go, go, go!

Behind... You're behind the bus!

Get over!

Oh, shit!

Come here!

Get back! Get back!

Dylan, let's go, man!

Come on, you...

- Come on, man! Get out!
- He's gonna die in here.

Leave him! There's nothing you can do!

Let's go! Leave him!

'The Paper!
- Dylan!

Let's go! Let's go! Come on!

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.

Dylan, they just figured out what
the paper was in Jack's car.

So they know what it is?

And why the kid died trying to protect it.

Evans is on his way to brief us right now.

Let's go.

You're gonna wanna take this first, though.

What's that?

Your friend Thaddeus Bradley.

Rhodes.

You do understand the function

of the magician's assistant,
don't you, Agent Rhodes?

Yeah, she's there to distract them

while he sets up the trick.

You'd be right if you weren't so wrong.

While you're watching the magician,

that lovely innocent
is actually pulling the strings.

Don't you find it peculiar
that Interpol would send you

a first timer off the desk
to be your assistant?

Why did she request to be put on the case?

She was assigned to the case.

Luck of the draw.

Like choosing a random card in the deck.

I find it odd, your
sudden act of generosity.

What's in it for you?

Just trying to even the game.

I feel like I'm playing with somebody
wearing ankle weights and flippers.

Keep up, Agent Rhodes. Keep up.

Hey.

We got a problem.

Here's the safe.

No, no, no. Hey.

What's he doing here?

Giving us our first solid lead.

We've been investigating
a private security contractor

called Elkhorn

- for the last five years.
- And?

They've been hiding close
to a half billion dollars...

I didn't ask you. I asked him.

The money's in a vault inside
a warehouse in Queens.

We think this vault
is your magicians' final target.

The magician who died on the bridge...

You pulled our classified Elkhorn file
right from his crispy little hand.

And despite their bullshit
Robin Hood razzle-dazzle,

your magicians are nothing
more than common thieves.

How did they get the file?

This is the part you're gonna find

particularly interesting, Agent Rhodes.

They patched to my server
after they accessed

your mobile command center
in New Orleans

with codes they got from your phone.

You ordered us all out to chase after them.

The level of incompetence
displayed on this case,

that's a magic trick in and of itself.

Abracadabra. I'm taking over.

Boss, he's taking over?

Let's go, gentlemen.

Hey.

Hey. I want to have a word with you.

Don't ever talk to me like that again.

- Why the hell did you take this case?
- What?

People say I'm "hard to read."
That's an American expression.

Do you understand it?

Yes.

Good, then let me make myself
perfectly clear to you.

If I find out that you
are anything other than

who you say you are, I swear...

And we French also have an expression.

"Faith can move mountains."

If we hope to capture The Horsemen,

then you need to have a little faith in me.

Because I've done nothing
to deserve otherwise.

I just got my ass handed to me.

I am losing this case.

So faith is a luxury
I don't have any time for right now.

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.

Approaching the warehouse.

Units 5 and 6
cover the north and south entrances.

We are going for the vault.

Hey. Where's the safe? Where's the safe?

What is this?

Where the hell is the goddamn safe?

We just moved it while you were outside.

- Evans' orders.
- What?

I never said that.

Sir, you got a phone call

and said Washington wants the safe moved.

You never heard that
come out of my mouth, Agent.

What happened?

You tell me what's going on,
because this is bullshit!

No!

Jesus Christ.

Sir? Sir? What are you doing?

I think it's Beethoven's
Concerto in D-Major.

Where's the safe?

His team is loading the truck.

- Hey! Hey!
- Hey!

- Stop the truck!
- Stop!

- Stop!
- Hey! Stop that truck!

What the hell's going on?
We got our orders.

Now you've got new orders. Open it up.

Okay. Here's what I want.

At this moment,
they think that safe's leaving this site.

So we stay with it.

We follow it
all the way to... Where's it going?

5 Pointz. Up the street.

So we go to 5 Pointz.
Wherever the safe goes, we go.

It'll lead us right to 'em.

You two are with me.

Guys.

Look. Office just called with this.

Horsemen posted it to YouTube
20 minutes ago.

The point of why we're 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.

Remember the name Jack Wilder
when you see us live,

5 Pointz, Queens, 7:00.

Their show is in a half an hour.

It's exactly where we're headed.

I don't know, boss.
I don't wanna be the naysayer,

but these guys are kinda tricky.

Rhodes, they're entertainers.

A stunning turnout here in 5 Pointz

as the renegade Horsemen
taunt the FBI into a final showdown.

The Horsemen have invited
us to their final round

of their three-act face-off with the FBI.

What do they have in store?
We're about to find out.

All eyes on the truck.
Let's see who approaches.

Copy that.

Agents Rhodes, Fuller?

Go, for us.

We've got movement.
Someone's walking toward the truck.

It's a woman.

- Freeze!
- Oh, shit!

What the hell's going on?

Hey! It's the guy from the TV.

Put your guns down.

Look who it is. The fifth Horseman.

Are you kidding?

I'm following them, just like you are.

I'm not following anybody anymore.

You've been ahead of us this whole time.

But guess what? I'm ahead of you now.

Your ass is mine.

You guys are still idiots.

Yeah?

This happens to be the former

rehearsal space for Lionel Shrike.

It's where I did my first show.

Now, if you wanna look
like even bigger idiots,

why not open it?

And while you're doing it, Agent Rhodes,

would you mind reenacting your look

of absolute befuddlement for me?

It will make a wonderful cover for my DVD.

Open the safe.

- Go ahead.
- Open it.

What the hell?

What?

Give me that.

No.

No!

What is this?

Get back!

Who doesn't love a good magic trick?

They have you chasing empty safes again.

Once again, misdirection.

The show is starting. Move out!

The question
I'd be asking now, Agent Rhodes is,

"What happened to the real one?"

Clear! Clear 'em out!

Come on. Move 'em out.
Move 'em out of the way.

FBI! Give me a path!

Clear out! Clear out!

What is magic?

Magic is deception.

But deception designed to delight,

to entertain, to inspire.

Look out! Clear! Clear! Look out!

It is about belief.

Faith.

Trust.

Without those qualities,

magic, as an art form,
would no longer exist.

But what happens if these qualities

are not used for their higher purpose?

And instead they're used to cheat, lie.

For personal gain or for greed.

Then it's no longer magic.

It's crime.

So tonight, for our final act,

you're gonna help us set
a few things right.

What's going on here, Rhodes?

I don't know.

Showtime.

Look!

There they are on the roof. Let's move!

Go, go, go!

- Dylan!
- FBI, coming through!

What are you doing here?

They're going in the wrong direction

and you know it.

Rhodes! I need all personnel now!

You need to trust me.
Take your leap of faith.

Wait.

I'm going to go with her.

Go. I got your back. I'll be right here.

Go ahead!

That's on you, Fuller.

Let's go, let's go! Now, now, now!

Daniel?

Yeah?

As our, let's call it,
year of living dangerously

comes to a close,
in a rare moment of vulnerability,

I'd like to express a sentiment

to you about our relationship.

Okay.

Well, when I first met you,
I thought you were kind of a

dick.

And?

No, that's it.

That's very nice.

- Yeah.
- I'm touched.

Yeah. Just from the heart.

Well, I didn't tell you
where I was touched.

Oh, you!

Oh, God.
What are we gonna do when this is over?

We're on our own.

Our instructions run out after the show.

Even if there is no "Eye,"

if we were completely played and we spend

the next 20 years in jail, then,

I just want to say that...

I know. Me, too.

Little too sentimental for me.

There they are!

Go grab 'em! Put 'em down! Go, go, go!

Grab 'em!

Get up!

What the hell?

Shit!

Hello, New York!

Thank you for the magic.

And thank you for being such

an incredible and dedicated audience.

Unfortunately, like all good things,

it must come to an end.

So we would like to start
our show tonight...

By saying goodbye.

All we wanted was to

bring the world to a magic show.

And thereby bring a little magic

back to the world.

Clear the way!

This has been
one hell of a ride for all of us.

But it's time for us to disappear.

Good night, New York.

And thank you for believing in us.

Stop!

Freeze!

No!

God damn it!

I'm sorry.

You were right. It's bigger than all of us.

This is one time I'm not happy being right.

So I guess this is it.

IS it?

Dylan!

Dylan! Dylan!

Hey.

- You see that?
- What?

Where's the real money?

You're under arrest! Hands in the air! Now!

I've been framed.

I'm sure you were.

Yeah, but I can prove it.

I always do.

Just like I predicted
that you'd play the fool.

Let's just drop the
theatricality, all right?

The cameras aren't rolling in here.

Fellas, can I have a few minutes
with my friend here alone, please.

Sure.

All right.

I got information to trade.

I believe that's how it's done. Huh?

If it's of some value.

These bars give a man time to think.

And I'm pretty sure I know how they did it.

Remember the rabbit trick
in the second show?

The box was never empty.

The room wasn't either.

After gaining access to the warehouse,

The Horsemen left the real safe

and transformed the whole room

into a giant rabbit box.

You go charging in there,

thinking the safe was already gone.

Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Missing the trick. Again.

Which was to make you think

the safe had already been stolen,

so you'd drop your guard and leave.

Now, while you were busy
playing with balloon animals,

someone was breaking into the warehouse.

Who?

Jack Wilder.

Holy shit.

No. No way. He died
right in front of my eyes.

Unless, of course, he didn't.

It's locked.

Weren't you listening?

Nothing's ever locked.

Well done, Mr. Wilder! Good work.

You're a big boy now, Jack.

He escaped in a standard
FBI vehicle, right?

Led you to the bridge.

Where the other Horsemen were waiting

with an identical replacement car.

It only took a split second

for you to lose contact with it

and make the switch.

When you crawled into that burning car,

quite heroically, I might add,

you almost died trying to rescue

what I assume was
a cadaver from the morgue.

Why go through
such an elaborate and dangerous plan

just to frame one guy?

I don't know.

They never kept any of the money they took.

Yeah, that's the part
I haven't been able to put together yet.

But I just gave you information that
is substantially more important.

- No. Not really.
- What?

I finally got a chance to
really look into Lionel Shrike.

His comeback attempt. His accident.

The insurer who denied the family's claim?

Tressler Insurance.

The bank that carried the note?

Credit Republican of Paris.

Credit Republicain de Paris.

What do you make of that?

A sucker is born every minute.

What if all this was just leading up to

us getting mugged
in Central Park at 2:00 a.m.?

No, I'm telling you,
we're right where we need to be.

We just have to find...

That?

The Lionel Shrike tree.

And the card encased in glass.

What do we do now?

Oh, nice!

So, here's my new theory.

The legend is that the "Eye" is everywhere.

Waiting

for the truly great magicians
to distinguish themselves

from the mediocre ones.

Maybe that was you.

Deep down inside
you wanted nothing more

than to be part of the "Eye,"
but you were never invited.

So you try to destroy them.
But instead what happens?

You pissed them off.

The Eye isn't real.

Okay, then, explain then.
Who's behind all this?

Somebody with an obsession.

- Meticulous.
- Who?

Somebody prepared to sacrifice everything.

Somebody so prepared to lose

that they wouldn't even be a suspect
until the trick was done.

I don't want a profile.
I need a name. Who? Who?

I don't know who.

But they had to have
access to the warehouse

to plant the mirrors.

Always a step ahead of me. And the FBI.

Got past them not once,
not twice, but consistently.

Almost as if they were on the...

The inside.

You.

Why?

That is the question, isn't it?

You're right.

I can't tell you how long I've waited

to see the look on your face.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

What do I want?

I want you to spend
the rest of your life in this cell,

staring at four walls
and wondering how you missed it.

How you let yourself
be so blinded by your ego

that you convinced yourself
that you were one step ahead

when you were always two steps behind.

Dylan?

Wait a minute.

Dylan! How did this happen?

Dylan!

Why?

Why?

Oh, my God.

I did not see that coming.

That's impossible!

No way.

That was actually pretty good.

Thank you.

When I said,
"Always be the smartest guy in the room."

We were in agreement.

Okay. Right.

Henley.

I've never seen her speechless.

I take that as a huge compliment.

Hey, man,
I'm so sorry for kicking your ass. Really.

Hey, listen, for the record,

I have always been a 100% believer.

And the amount of energy
I have expended to keep

these infidels on point...

Merritt, you're in.

God bless.

Come.

The real magic is taking
four strong solo acts

and making them all work together.

And that's exactly what you did.

So welcome.

Welcome to the Eye.

It was all connected.

Credit Republican. Tressler Insurance.

And Elkhorn?

What's the connection to Shrike?

Elkhorn started as a safe manufacturer.

They used cheap steel.

They cut corners.

When he got to the bottom of
the river, the safe warped.

And he was trapped.

He was your father.

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.

And from that moment on,

I created a persona.

I planned. I worked out every detail.

But the one thing
that I couldn't imagine happening

was you.

And I know that
the logical conclusion for you

is to take this case to its resolution.

And for you to turn me in.

Yeah.

But you know how I feel
about resolution and logic.

And you also know

that I think some things
are best left unexplained.

One more secret to lock away.

Come in close.

Closer.

Because now you know our secret.

We could be anywhere. Watching you.

We're looking for someone
to help us with our next trick.

On the count of three, open your eyes

and tell me what you see.

One.

Two...

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.