The Prestige
Are you watching closely?
of three parts, or acts.
The first part is called "the pledge."
something ordinary.
A deck of cards, a bird or a man.
He shows you this object.
Perhaps he asks you to inspect it,
to see that it is indeed real,
unaltered, normal.
But, of course, it probably isn't.
Where do you think you're going?
I'm part of the bloody act, you fool.
The second act is called "the turn."
The magician takes
the ordinary something
and makes it do
something extraordinary.
Now you're looking for the
secret, but you won't find it,
because, of course,
you're not really looking.
You don't really want to know.
You want to be... fooled.
But you wouldn't clap yet,
because making something
disappear isn't enough.
You have to bring it back.
has a third act.
The hardest part.
The part we call...
..."the prestige."
The prestige? And did Robert
Angier, the Great Danton, your employer,
get to that final part
of his trick that night?
- No, sir. Something went wrong.
- What went wrong?
I saw someone making
their way below stage.
I followed him.
It was Borden,
watching Mr. Angier drown.
Would you please describe
your occupation to the jury, Mr. Cutter.
I'm an ingnieur, I design illusions
and construct the apparatus
necessary for performing them.
So, Mr. Cutter, was this
water-filled tank beneath the stage
part of Mr. Angier's illusion?
No. The tank was brought
on for the first trick
and then taken offstage.
Borden must have placed it
under the trap door after the end of it.
How large was this tank?
It's a normal tank
about 400 or 500 gallons.
How do you think he
was able to move the tank
under the trap door
without anyone noticing?
He's a magician, ask him.
I ask again,
would this man explain the mechanics
of Mr. Angier's illusion.
The Real Transported Man is one
of the most sought after illusions
in this business.
I have the right to sell it on.
the trick is worthless.
How can we know
that the tank wasn't simply
some part of the trick that went wrong?
Mr. Cutter, I see your predicament.
But Alfred Borden's life
hangs in the balance.
If you were prepared to disclose
the details to me in private,
I might be able to judge
their relevance to the case.
Might this be an acceptable compromise?
I'm going to have to ask
you to turn out your pockets.
Not my idea, sir. The warden saw
his show in Manchester last year
where he vanished into thin air.
He's convinced he'll try and escape.
I told him the only way
Borden's going to disappear
is if I leave him out there
with the other inmates.
Check the locks...
...twice.
My name is Owens.
I'm a solicitor.
I represent Lord Caldlow, an
accomplished amateur magician and...
How much?
- He is interested...
- How much for my tricks?
Five thousand pounds.
Talk to Fallon, my ingnieur.
Money's for him.
Yes, I did. He offered
to sell me your tricks.
All except the most valuable
one, The Transported Man.
Well, I won't forgive myself
for selling my greatest trick.
Even for your daughter?
If you are for the drop, your daughter
is going to need looking after.
Fallon will take care of her.
Perfect, Fallon.
A man with a past
as obscure as your own.
The courts have motioned she be removed
from his care. She will be an orphan.
I know you're no stranger
to the workhouse.
It's better than here?
I'm offering you a way to wrap up
your affairs with dignity.
I'm offering your daughter a future.
As Lord Caldlow's ward,
she will want for nothing...
...ever.
Well, think it over.
And Lord Caldlow
would like you to have this,
as a show of good faith.
It might be of interest.
Robert Angier's diary, including
the time he spent in Colorado
learning your trick.
- Really?
On his return, he mounted
a version of The Transported Man
that the papers said was
better even than your original.
If you want Angier's secrets,
you go dig him up and ask him yourself.
I want your secret, Mr. Borden.
Consider your daughter.
A cipher,
an enigma...
...a search,
a search for answers.
Even if Colorado
is the end of my journey,
it'll take much longer to unravel
the rest of Borden's secrets.
See, the cipher in his notebook is
unlocked by a single word,
but it will still take months
to translate his writing.
And to know his mind.
Well, my passion is equal to the task.
Mr. Angier, welcome
to Colorado Springs.
- The whole town has electricity.
- Yes, sir.
Well...
...quite a reception.
You're our first guest
of the season, Mr. Angier.
Your telegram didn't indicate
how long you'd be staying with us.
As long as it takes.
I will need a coach tomorrow
to take me up the mountain.
Well, the peak's closed, sir.
For scientific experimentation.
Yes, I know.
That's why I'm here.
Whoa. Whoa.
You'll have to walk
the rest, I'm afraid, sir.
I'm amazed how many
of you newspaper writers
can't read my sign.
Not the welcome I was expecting.
I know you.
You're the Great Danton.
I saw your show in London.
Seven times you guessed every object
the audience had in their pockets.
I'm Alley. Sorry about the fence.
People keep interfering with our work.
- I've come to see Tesla.
- Why?
He made a machine
for a colleague of mine some time ago.
- Can you get me a meeting with him?
- Impossible, I'm afraid.
I've brought a lot of money.
I'm sorry, Mr. Angier.
I simply can't help.
I'll be staying
at the hotel, indefinitely.
Hey, what am I holding?
Your watch.
Borden's journal
entry for April 3, 1897,
describes a show
at the Orpheum Theater.
That was just days
after he first met me.
We were two young men
at the start of a great career,
two young men devoted to an illusion,
two young men who never
intended to hurt anyone.
Which of you brave souls
is willing to bind
Me!
If you would tie her wrists,
bind her feet...
...around the ankle.
Are either of you two gentlemen sailors?
- No.
- No.
I'm sure you can both tie a strong knot.
He's complacent,
he's predictable, he's boring.
Milton has gotten success,
whatever that means,
so now he's scared.
He won't take any risks at all.
He's squandering the goodwill
of his audience with tired,
- second-rate tricks...
- They're all favorites.
Give me something fresh.
He won't even try a bloody bullet catch.
All it takes is some smartass
volunteer to put a button in the barrel.
- Use a plant.
- You can't for every trick.
No seats left for the punters.
All right, no bullet catch, whatever,
but the point is a real magician
Then you sell it to him
for a small fortune.
- What?
- I suppose you have such a trick?
- I sure do.
- Would you care to sell it to me?
No. No one else can do my trick.
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