Now You See Me Page #4

even more then you already are.

Well, no, not you. But him. Right?

You have,

what we in the business, like to call,

"nothing up your sleeve."

And you know it.

Don't draw him in and then dump him because

abandonment is a big "area" for him.

Mommy?

Daddy.

Ah! You have big daddy issues.

- Okay, that's enough.

- I'll tell you what.

Your average therapist is gonna charge you

$200-$300 for this sesh.

Me? I'll take a tenner.

Okay, later, if you're

feeling magnanimous...

I'll still take a tenner.

You wanna know who sat

in that chair before you?

Mob bosses, murderers, and thieves.

And you know who put them there?

The guy who's sitting in this chair.

So I warn you,

I can maintain my resolve much longer

than you can maintain that phony arrogance.

And the instant that you even show

the slightest crack in that smug facade,

I'll be there.

I will be all over you like...

Like white on rice?

Sorry. That's unfair.

Let me warn you. I want you to follow.

Because no matter

what you think you might know,

we will always be one step, three steps,

seven steps ahead of you.

And just when you think you're catching up,

that's when we'll be right behind you.

And at no time will you be

anywhere other than

exactly where I want you to be.

So come close. Get all over me

because the closer you think you are,

the less you'll actually see.

- I'm gonna nail you...

(GRUNTS)

Something wrong with that soda, Miss?

(RATTLING)

(CAN OPENS)

Oh! Sh*t!

First rule of magic.

Always be the smartest guy in the room.

Boss, what are we doing?

We're letting them go?

They all but admitted

they're gonna do it again.

About a half an hour ago,

you didn't give a damn about them.

- What changed?

- I met them.

Hey. Guys.

Hey, I ran a check on the audience.

Most of it was just filler.

People that Tressier

dragged in to pack the room.

But guess who was sitting there in the

back, filming the whole damn thing?

I don't know.

Thaddeus Bradley.

Thaddeus Bradley,

the guy from TV with the DVDs and shows?

No.

Okay, well, he debunks magicians.

He exposes them.

He shows you how to do their tricks.

Get him on the phone.

- I did. You're having lunch with him in 45.

- Good.

WOMAN:
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?

You were one of the great magicians.

Why did you stop?

Do you know how many people

went to see magic performed live

in the last half decade?

About 1.6 million.

You know how many DVDs I sold

in the same period?

Five million.

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,

isn't there a cost, though, to this game?

Cost?

I don't know. Careers.

Lives.

I assume you're referring to Lionel Shrike.

I'm sorry, who?

Lionel Shrike.

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.

But he never resurfaced.

You mean he died?

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're the game. You're being played.

And your pathetic attempts

at fawning to gain my trust...

I mean, come on.

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.

Or I could just bring you in

on obstruction charges

and force you to tell me.

Unless, of course,

what you're trying to say to me is that

you actually don't know how they did it.

Showmanship and theatrics.

When a magician waves his hand and says,

"This is where the magic is happening."

The real trick is happening somewhere else.

Misdirection. A basic concept of magic.

Not interested in the concepts of magic.

I wanna know how they robbed a bank.

You're an idiot if you think

they robbed a bank.

But don't take my word for it.

How about a trip to Paris?

Hermia, the teleportation helmet,

please, darling?

You're joking, right?

You wanna know how they did it or not?

I'm just gonna put this on your head.

THADDEUS:
Step right up.

There you go.

Now we just pull this

down all safe and snug.

Make yourself comfortable. There we go.

And when you're ready to go to Paris,

just say the magic word.

Blow me?

- That'll suffice.

- Bon voyage.

(SCREAMING)

THADDEUS:
Bonjour.

I personally prefer to

take the stairs to Paris.

Welcome to the City of Light, Agent Rhodes.

Hardy har har. What was with the helmet?

My fun.

(LAUGHS)

- What?

- Nothing.

- Oh!

- So they got a vault set.

- Yes.

And it's the exact replica

of the little French guy's bank.

- So he's a plant.

- He was a dupe, not a plant.

They chose him.

They knew which seat he was in.

No, no, no, the audience picked the seat.

Unless, of course,

the audience didn't pick the seat.

They let them think they picked the seat.

We'll choose one at random then.

THADDEUS:
Actually, they were

just palming the ball

with the seat number they wanted.

DANIEL:
We are looking at row number 5.

Henley, could I please have a seat number?

Lucky number 13.

Could you just confirm that

this is, in fact, your seat?

THADDEUS:
He was selected.

They programmed his mind

- to make him go to Las Vegas.

MERRITT:
- Viva Las Vegas.

THADDEUS:
And then

they kept reinforcing it, until he did.

They trailed him.

They studied him.

- Nothing was left to chance.

- Oh!

(SPEAKS FRENCH)

I got his measurements.

THADDEUS:
He had no idea

he was their target.

And they simply activated him in Vegas.

When I snap my fingers...

And once again, Merritt McKinney.

DYLAN:
But how did they know

what bank was his?

- You're kidding.

- Really?

Can you be any more

of a condescending ass?

- Yes.

(LAUGHS)

Like this.

There's a very rare, very mysterious way

in which a magician divines

an audience member's bank.

You ready?

Yes.

Credit card.

And that's how they got

the signature for the card

they left in the vault in Paris.

Very good.

You're being one-upped, Agent Rhodes.

Okay, but they had to get

the signature card in the vault.

You said they didn't steal the money.

No, I didn't say they didn't steal the money.

I said they didn't rob the bank.

My guess is that they targeted

a shipment of freshly minted money

headed to the Frenchman's bank

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