Now You See Me 2 Page #4

Give me that!

Move!

Get out!

Were we above a Chinese restaurant?

Give me that!

- I'm moving! Relax!

- There's something very wrong.

- I'm moving! Relax!

- There's something very wrong.

- Get out!

- Get out, white devil!

- Get out!

- Get out, white devil!

Okay. Why are we here?

Why am I frickin' starving?

Yeah, I'm weirdly starving, too.

This makes no sense.

Excuse me, sorry.

Okay, sorry.

At least, and I know this

isn't much consolation,

but apparently

we're now surrounded by Chinese food.

- Right?

- Guys...

I think where we are right now, they

don't refer to it as "Chinese food."

It's just called "food."

Wait, what are you saying?

How is this possible?

I believe in your particular parlance,

the word is "magic."

That guy looks exactly like you.

He looks exactly like you.

Are you seeing this right now?

Chase.

Must confess, it's like what I heard

about meeting the Rolling Stones.

They're a lot shorter in person.

Remember I told you about the guy

who screwed me out of everything?

This is my twin brother, Chase.

Wait, did you do this?

Wait, did you do this?

Hey!

Don't move!

Hey!

Don't move!

As you can see,

my boss don't mess around.

I do not understand what is

going on right now. At all.

Okay, let me break it

down for you.

You jumped off a rooftop in New York

and you landed in Macau.

AKA the Vegas of China.

And presto-changes.

Don't you just love it?

The "greatest magicians in the world"

are the object

of someone else's magic trick?

Isn't that poetic?

No? You know what,

I'm not gonna let you guys yuck my yum.

Shoo-shoo. Or mu-shu. Whatever.

Oh, and you know what they say,

"What happens in Macau..."

Uh, well, I don't know the rest of it,

'cause it's in Chinese, uh...

Hey, thanks, guys!

Reports are coming in

that the infamous Horsemen

hijacked the Octa product launch today.

The trick was on them, however,

as we learned of the miraculous

resurrection of Jack Wilder.

And the stunning revelation

that FBI Agent Dylan Rhodes

has been working as a mole

within the Bureau.

Questions abound today as an

international manhunt is underway

for Dylan Rhodes and his elusive

and criminal band of illusionists.

Hey, seriously, where are you guys?

I'm at the meetup.

I've been leaving you messages.

I haven't heard from anyone.

Please, call me!

And the stock market

saw big gains and modest

losses on Thursday.

Hey, tell me you're safe.

Where are you?

Right where you left me,

18 months ago, Agent Rhodes.

Thaddeus?

How does it feel

to lose everything?

Your job. Your identity.

Your reason for living.

How does it feel to be out of control,

perhaps for the first time?

What do you want?

You're a fool, Agent Rhodes.

You always have been.

- Where are they?

- I'm not telling you on the phone!

Where are they?

And if you're wondering if I was behind

the Horsemen's recent debacle,

I'll let you work

that out for yourself.

Hey, I burned you once, I'll burn

you again. I'm not playing, Thaddeus.

It's not my game,

Agent Rhodes. It's yours.

You started it when

you locked me in a cell.

This is simply my move.

Next one is yours.

No!

Let go!

Dad! Help me! Dad!

Dad!

It's all about blind spots.

When you're staring straight

at something, and not see it. Why?

Blind spots.

We learned that together,

didn't we, bro?

Did he tell you that

we were partners once?

No? I didn't think so.

The "Mini-McKinneys."

Cool.

And then, one day, we were 12

and Virginia von Welsheim

had a very nice party

down the street.

I had a little tum-tum, couldn't go.

Mer-Bear did it on his own, and got

a taste of the solo thing, and uh...

- ...and kicked me to the curb.

- Oh, God.

Chase, you win! I concede.

Just tell me how you did it.

Delivery guy came to your door

about a month ago, little za.

Za?

Pizza, huh?

- Is this apartment d3375?

- Not even close.

Sleep!

Relaxing, floating,

drifting, dreaming...

Falling.

So, what he did,

my little womb-mate,

is he downloaded all

your private information,

and my employer

had all he needed.

Thanks.

How did you know how to find him?

- That's a very good question, Atlas.

- Okay.

Just follow the guards.

They'll take you to my boss.

Been fun playing this cat-and-mouse

with you, broski.

Meow.

Have fun at the Sands.

- I am so, so, so sorry.

- Yeah, you should be.

Don't ever accuse me

of betraying us again, okay?

Do you guys ever think that

the Eye is watching this?

You know, that maybe this

is even what they want?

And at the exact right moment,

they're gonna swoop in,

and we'll be like,

"Yes! Thank God you're here!

Thank God!

Just in the nick of time, Eye!"

And then we'll just celebrate,

and it was all worth it in the end?

I don't even really

think that, either, so...

It's cool.

Ah.

Ta-da!

So happy to be working with you.

Please, come in. Come in.

Please, come in. Come in.

Move.

Move it.

Move.

Move it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Move.

Move it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Wait, sorry, how are you

working with us?

Oh, well, as much as a magician

who pulls a rabbit from a hat

is working with that rabbit.

We'll be working together. Yes.

Allow me to introduce myself.

Yeah, you're Walter Mabry.

You died a year ago.

Yes. An idea I got

from you, Mr. Wilder.

Fake your death,

the world puts its guard down.

I'm able to control

quite a few companies,

including my old partner, Owen's,

as a consortium of so-called

anonymous shareholders.

- And that violates how many SEC laws?

- I believe it breaks all of them.

All of them.

You see, you all want an audience.

Need one, desperately.

It's quite sad, really.

Hence, my ability to nab you.

I, on the other hand,

want the opposite of that.

I just want to be, and I am

100 percent off the grid.

You know why?

Yeah, because the grid

is for actual human beings.

No, because in a world

of total surveillance,

the only true freedom

lies in not being seen.

You can't control the grid

from within the grid.

- Follow me.

- Yeah.

- Follow me.

- Okay. All right.

You pulled a hat out of a rabbit.

That was very colorful.

Almost eight and a half years ago.

So, no need to bring that up.

We can't all be held accountable

for our adolescent personas.

Can we, Magicolio?

Magicolio, that was 15 years ago.

Don't get me wrong, I love magic.

Like you, and many others who,

I suppose, were not getting any sex

in high school, I dabbled with it.

But, uh, unlike you, I was able to

transition upward towards actual magic.

Science, you may

have heard it called.

So, would you like to know,

my friends, just how I got you here?

We know how you did it.

No, you don't.

Yeah, you stole our files for the show,

then obviously hypnotized us.

Stop. No. Seriously, stop.

The strobe was a combo

of binaural beats, as well as...

I said stop!

You might not be having fun,

but I am.

You have an unusual way of showing it.

So...

How did I do it?

Easy. You see, magicians like to control

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