Now You See Me Page #7

Freeze.

ALL:
Three, two, one...

- Elvis, help me out, bud.

- Thank you very much.

In Jack's bowl

are ping pong balls with section numbers.

Jack, could you hand me a section number?

Thank you. We are looking at Section B.

- Where is Section B?

(CHEERING)

Okay. There.

It's gonna be one of you guys. Get ready.

I don't know why everybody's happy.

It's only them.

Merritt, can I get a row, please?

Put your hands in the middle.

One, two, three...

ALL:
Kill the quarterback!

Get on back to your seats.

I got a feeling I'm gonna

be seeing you soon.

(HENLEY GASPING)

(AUDIENCE EXCLAIMING IN AWE)

(HENLEY SCREAMS)

(LAUGHING)

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.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Shout 'em out.

Clement? Frannick?

- Yeah! Up here!

- Oh. Way up there.

Okay. Dina? Robertson?

That's me!

Okay. Names. Names. Let's go.

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

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.

(APPLAUSE)

Unfortunately, you're wrong.

Okay, Dina,

1,

4,

7,

- 7.

- Yeah.

You think it is.

But in fact, you, too, are wrong.

Uh, 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.

Ooh! Oh.

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.

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh! Oh, yeah. I almost forgot.

This evening would not be possible

if it weren't for our great benefactor

Arthur Tressier.

Big applause! Big applause!

Art, actually, why don't you

come up on stage for the finale?

MERRITT:
Come on down, Art!

HENLEY:
Come on down, Art!

DANIEL:
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.

DANIEL:
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.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

- Whoa!

(HENLEY LAUGHS)

DANIEL:
Look.

HENLEY:
Huh? Wow.

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.

(CHEERING)

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.

DANIEL:
Is it?

HENLEY:
Wow. It is.

Art's balance has gone down another 280K.

Dina Robertson? What did yours say?

$281,477.

(CHEERING)

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.

ALL:
Tressier Insurance.

MERRITT:
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.

MAN:
- 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!

(CELL PHONES CHIMING)

(ALL CHEERING)

Whoo!

Is this for real?

I don't know.

DYLAN:
Is this happening?

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

Hey! Did you do this?

JACK:
How could we, Art?

We don't have your password.

We'd need access to information

we could never get our hands on.

Ah, 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.

FULLER:
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.

(SHOUTING ANGRILY)

You got hell to pay!

DYLAN:
Stop!

Stop! Nobody move!

Freeze!

Quarterback!

ALL:
We are The Four Horsemen.

Good night.

(GRUNTING)

DYLAN:
Get 'em off me!

Get off! Get off me!

(SIRENS WAILING)

Get off me!

All right. I want everyone

on the street! Everyone!

(THADDEUS CHUCKLING)

ALL:
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!

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.

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

(GRUNTS)

DYLAN:
- on!

(CRASHING)

(TRACKER BEEPING)

Hey! Move!

- Move! Move!

- Oh!

(ALL CLAMORING)

I got him heading north on Bourbon.

- Sorry. Move, move!

- Hey!

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

Ow!

I've lost him at Bourbon.

Damn! Where are you?

Excuse me.

He's heading south on Exchange Place.

Stop!

What are you doing?

DYLAN:
He's going in Napoleon House.

(SIREN WAILS)

- Move! Move!

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Move out of the way!

Hey!

Move!

He's in the bathroom.

I have him in the bathroom.

(GRUNTS) No! No! No!

AGENTS:
Freeze!

FULLER:
- Lower your weapons!

(DEVICES BEEPING)

What? I'm tracking myself!

NEWSCASTER:
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.

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