Now You See Me Page #10

NEWSCASTER 2:
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.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

COWAN:
All eyes on the truck.

Let's see who approaches.

Copy that.

FEMALE FBI AGENT; Agents Rhodes, Fuller?

Go, for us.

We've got movement.

Someone's walking toward the truck.

It's a woman.

FULLER:
- Freeze!

- Oh, sh*t!

(GUNS COCKING)

THADDEUS:
What the hell's going on?

COWAN:
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.

DYLAN:
- Open it.

(BEEPS)

AGENT:
- What the hell?

What?

Give me that. No. No!

(LOCK TUMBLERS MOVING)

What is this?

(CLUNKING)

- Get back!

(BALLOONS SQUEAKING)

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?"

(SIRENS BLARING)

COWAN:
Clear! Clear 'em out!

Come on. Move 'em out.

Move 'em out of the way.

FBI! Give me a path!

Clear out! Clear out!

DANIEL:
What is magic?

Magic is deception.

But deception designed to delight,

to entertain, to inspire.

Look out! Clear! Clear! Look out!

DANIEL:
It is about belief.

MERRITT:
Faith.

HENLEY:
Trust.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Without those qualities,

magic, as an an' form,

would no longer exist.

HENLEY:
But what happens if these qualities

are not used for their higher purpose?

And instead they're used to cheat, lie.

DANIEL:
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.

- Yeah?

- Uh...

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.

(LAUGHS) Oh.

(LAUGHS) 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!

(CHUCKLING)

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.

Whoa. (LAUGHS)

Little too sentimental for me.

(CHEERING)

There they are!

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

Grab 'em!

(CROWD GROANS)

(CROWD LAUGHING)

Get up!

What the hell?

Ah, sh*t!

(PANTING)

HENLEY:
- Hello, New York!

(CROWD CHEERING)

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.

(CHEERING)

HENLEY:
All we wanted was to

bring the world to a magic show.

DANIEL:
And thereby bring a little magic

back to the world.

DYLAN:
Clear the way!

MERRITT:
This has been

one hell of a ride for all of us.

But it's time for us to disappear.

DANIEL:
Good night, New York.

MERRITT:
And thank you for believing in us.

DYLAN:
Stop!

Freeze!

- No!

(GUNSHOT)

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?

(CAR ALARM BLARING)

MAN:
You're under arrest!

Hands in the air! Now!

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.

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

This other guy, Maximillian...

I am not interested in a history

lesson on magic at this moment.

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.

GUARD:
Sure.

THADDEUS:
All right.

- I got information to trade.

- Mmm.

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.

(WHIRRING)

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 sh*t.

No. No way. He died right

in front of my eyes.

Unless, of course, he didn't.

It's locked.

JACK:
Weren't you listening?

Nothing's ever locked.

MERRITT:
Ah!

Well done, Mr. Wilder! Good work.

MERRITT:
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.

(MERRITT LAUGHS)

- Oh!

(LAUGHS)

THADDEUS:
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.

DYLAN:
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.

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