Now You See Me Page #8

- 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?

(GRUNTS)

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. Tressier would like you

to join him for a drink.

Sir.

TRESSLER:
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. Tressier.

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 a**hole. 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.

I believe 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?

(PHONE BEEPING)

Sh*t.

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.

DYLAN:
Okay, fast forward.

Go on, go on. Freeze!

Okay. Frame by frame. Go on.

Play it through.

Ah! 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?

DANIEL:
- They who?

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

Who are we working for?

And are we prepared to go to jail for them?

DANIEL:
- 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.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

MERRITT:
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. Uh... They're here.

- My guys are ready to go.

- Let's do this quickly...

- Uh. 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.

MERRITT:
Okay. Let's do it.

FBI!

MERRITT:
Ladies first.

- Don't move!

(SCREAMING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

- Tell me.

Is my money being well-spent?

- Exceedingly well.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

Now you tell me,

how do you like your Horsemen?

Fricasseed or fried?

Shredded.

I'll tell the Chef.

(GRUNTING)

(DISPOSAL WHIRRING)

Freeze!

- Dylan!

(WHIRRING)

DYLAN:
Hold on!

Oh, you little...

Come here!

OFFICER:
Five is clear.

Standing by for six.

- You little sh*t!

(IMITATING) You little sh*t!

- 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!

DYLAN:
Come here!

(GRUNTING)

Ah!

Come here!

All right, whoa, hold on, hold on!

- Really?

- Yup.

Ow!

Oh, you...

Ow!

You little... (YELLING)

(GRUNTS)

Sh*t!

(DYLAN YELLING)

Sh*t!

(PANTING)

Give me that!

(GROANS)

(CAR LOCK CHIRPS)

FULLER:
All units, cover

the north exit now!

Clear on Evan.

FULLER:
Block every possible exit.

Hey! Get back... Sh*t.

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

- What?

What?

- 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?

Stop! Stop!

(GRUNTS)

Hey!

(GROANING)

(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)

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!

(TIRES SQUEALING)

- Whoa! Where'd they go?

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