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but... it was OK.

We were OK.

You weren't just an

employee of Dante, right?

I mean, you guys had

some kind of relationship?

We became really close,

working together.

How'd you do that?

I'll show you.

We're going to film this one, alright?

That was close.

- We're gonna try it again.

- OK. Alright.

Now, on the count.

One...

Hey! Look at that!

Perfect sleight of hand.

- He was my friend.

- Just friends?

He was more than just my friend.

The tapes that Scarlett

brought in indicated

several violent murders

that incriminated Dante

in the disappearance

of at least two of the

magician assistants

and her ex-boyfriend, Clay Bowland.

Were you aware that Dante

was going to confront Clay?

No.

Sit!

What a dick.

I'm sorry.

My shows are something that will reveal,

from the darkness, great light.

You will come through doorways that

you didn't even know were there,

see something unbelievable.

But you have to believe it because

it's right there in front of your eyes.

- They're recording here.

- Get down!

- Alright, alright.

- These guys with you?

No! No! No!

I guess that, concludes our interview.

I'm gonna need your badge number.

You have the right to remain silent.

The cloak, when he has

it on, he's different.

I can assure you, it's nothing magical,

nothing supernatural...

it's just a sociopath.

Hold onto your tickets.

It's gonna be a big finale.

What I need right now

from you is the truth.

I can't have any more

stories about magic.

I'm telling you the truth.

I know now that what he does,

they're not illusions.

There. Over there.

It's... magic.

There's no such thing as magic.

What is the first rule?

You never tell the rubes

how the trick is done.

- I saw what you did.

- What do I do with you now?

I know you murdered those women!

It wasn't me.

Not you? What is it? What is that thing?

Real magic.

Get down on the ground! Get down!

Gentlemen.

Welcome... to the show.

No!

Nothing up my sleeve!

Suspect down.

What the hell?

Ta-da!

What are you doing?

Scarlett, stop. Give that to me.

No!

Give me the cloak!

Scarlett!

Give it to me!

You made me do this!

Dante, please.

Dante?

I'm so sorry, my dear.

I'm sorry, my dear.

Scarlett, no! Wait! No!

So where's Dante now?

That's a great question.

I know our entire department

is looking for him.

We have gotten assistance from the FBI.

It's only a matter of time.

I like to think that he's somewhere...

planning his comeback.

We talked. We talked... few months back.

He missed me.

He said he's coming for a visit.

He'll... he'll come. He's coming.

He always does.

He comes home.

Where did the cloak end up?

Nobody knows for sure.

...down through this interchange again

with the LAPD right behind it,

we'll see which way he...

Iris, pick up your f***ing phone.

- Kevin. Come here, please.

- Iris. Baby.

Please come, Kev!

I don't know what they're gonna do.

- Please.

- Baby. Don't hang up.

F***!

What the f***?

Hey, what you doing?

You're gonna miss it.

Miss what?

Can you see it?

They're coming this way.

Oh, man.

See it on YouTube, b*tches.

Dude!

Holy sh*t!

- Look, there's another one.

- Look, there's another guy.

Stop!

Stop!

Gotta help me!

They're coming back on the 110 freeway.

He's really picking up some speed.

Stop!

You little prick!

You're slowing us down!

I don't give a f***

about your guys' video.

- That thing took my girlfriend.

- Will you f*** off already?

Dude, you don't understand.

It's coming back around.

- Yeah, no sh*t.

- No, you're not listening to me.

It's going in circles on purpose.

Why?

Oh, sh*t!

No! Oh, my God!

F***! It's got me!

Take my arm!

- Grab him!

- I can't get to him!

Grab him!

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

Look at me, dude! Grab my hand!

Oh, yeah!

No, no.

Marta.

Marta, Marta.

Reports now that there might actually be

a hostage situation, so LAPD is

going in a surveillance mode.

Stupid girls bike.

F***. Oh, sh*t,

it's turning around again.

F***, this can't be happening.

How much f***ing hot dog

does he want? Go over there.

F*** the hot dogs.

No, papi. Don't make

fun of your brother.

What's he gonna do about it?

One more strike,

he's back in for five to ten.

Give me a burger before I give

you some matching eye shadow.

This thing has my girlfriend.

Please help me.

F***!

You have the cojones to turn me in?

I got your cojones right here!

Who the f*** is that motherf***er?

Lucy, where did you get the camera?

Daddy. He has a trunk full of 'em.

Get rid of it!

You'd bring that to my uncle's house?

Do something, Uncle Alberto!

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Iris. I'm so sorry.

You touch her, I'll kill you!

Erase that.

Help!

...chased by... Oh!

Oh, my God. A huge

explosion right below...

P*ssy!

Don't make it. Don't make it.

Trip, trip, trip, fall, fall.

Don't make it. Don't make it. F***.

- Whoo!

- Son of a fucktard!

- Why are we shooting?

- Did you get that?

No. Oh, that was the one?

Oh, no. Dude, I wasn't rolling.

Yeah, we gotta go again.

- Did you get it?

- What the f***, man?

Craigslist ad said you could

operate that shitty-ass camera.

You said your skating didn't suck dick.

You guys are not allowed to be up here.

- Go back to your house.

- Hey, you got that sh*t!

Hey, you've got that sh*t.

F***.

Oh-ho! Oh, that was so trill!

Oh... just the focus, it was bad.

So, one more.

Get the f*** out of here.

Three, two, one, action.

We all good?

All clear, big dog.

Jesus!

- Did you get that?

- Sorry, dude.

The battery just, like, fell out.

- We gotta go again.

- What are we paying you for?

If you f***ed up my car,

I'm calling the cops.

Dude, f*** you.

Get back in your car.

Merry Christmas, d*cks. Put 'em on.

- Oh, f*** that.

- Those are stupid.

Jump into it, and then do a Shamu dive.

And I'm gonna get a shot with this.

Whoa!

When you gonna help me out with a ride?

I got a nice vagina

just waiting for you.

- Yeah, right.

- I got the vag on deck all day.

I got vagina all day.

Do it, little homie.

Dude!

Oh, man. Are you OK, dude? My bad.

Semper fi, cockbag dick hole!

I'm just directing a Web series

right now about abused dolphins,

and then I freelance as a bartender.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! I'm coming.

Keep fighting, keep fighting.

Keep punching.

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

Can't believe we got kicked

out for that sh*t, dude.

- I woulda shot those dudes.

- Yeah, right.

If it was life or death,

you would have left me chillin'.

- You would have bailed.

- Not even.

Excuse me. Do you have a dollar?

Nah. Take this, though, dude.

I bit the end, but...

I spent all my money on this

f***ing filmer guy over here.

I got a stogy left if you want it.

You need a light? Oh, yeah. No problem.

- Fight the hobo! Bum fight!

- Dude, dude, are you serious?

I go to sleep f***ed up, not knowing

I peed in a bottle right next to me.

I wake up in the morning, like,

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