All language subtitles for Now You See Me Now You Dont 2025 hoetinkhof79

Horsemen! Horsemen!

Horsemen! Horsemen! Horsemen! Horsemen!

Did you think we abandoned you?

Or that we'd run out of magic?

Well, think again, ladies and gentlemen,

because you are about to be amazed.

If you're here right now, then you have

followed the clues and cracked the code.

Congratulations, and welcome.

It's been 10 years since the horseman last appeared,

but we are back!

Okay, so, come in close. Mm, closer.

Because the more you think you see,

the easier it will be to dress up old tricks

and fool you that they are new.

So, my name is J. Daniel Atlas,

and allow me to speak as I often do

for my less charismatic colleagues when I say...

Whoo! It is very good to be back!

Yes. Yes. We vanished for a while,

but in the world of magic,

everything that disappears, reappears.

Well, at least if the trick is done right.

I'm Merritt McKinney.

Unlike my, uh, very good buddy here, Danny,

most of you checked your egos at the door tonight.

You found this little underground soiree

because you wanted to get fooled.

Hey, everyone. I'm Jack Wilder.

Wars, pandemics, climate change, AI.

Let's face it, we all need magic more than ever.

So I want you to pay very close attention.

You are not gonna want to miss this next trick.

Henley Reeves, now Henley Reeves Stanley.

Three kids, two dogs and a master's degree.

It's been a while.

Did you miss us?

Those guys were great back in the day.

I used to want to be a magician.

-And then I turned 12.

Careful, they might be listening.

Ooh, I'm shaking in my AllSaints.

What are they gonna do?

Is that real gold?

-What? -Is that real gold?

-Yeah, I'm rich.

This is a magic show, dude.

Every fool here is a pickpocket,

or a pickpocket's fool.

-Was that a haiku? -What was that?

Each of you just received a playing card.

If you wouldn't mind, uh, pulling it out?

Right. Now, we're gonna shuffle the deck,

so everybody find a random person near them

and switch cards with them.

And then when you've done that,

find somebody else and switch with them.

Okay, great. Uh, now...

Uh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh... You there, down there.

-Me? -Yeah. What is your card?

-Ace of diamonds. -Ace of diamonds. Okay.

Let's make things a little more complicated here.

Does anybody else here have the ace of diamonds?

Wait, it's me. Ace of diamonds!

Ooh!

Looks like we have a Fifth Horseman not named Lula.

Come up on stage, you're gonna be our helper.

Do it! Yeah, go!

Now, uh, look into my eyes

and... sleep.

- Still got it.

Now, this might look like an ordinary kid to you,

but tonight, he is going to do extraordinary magic

like a man possessed.

-Literally.

-Henley. -Yes, Merritt.

Would you mind stepping inside his body?

Yep. And, Jack, uh,

why don't you throw yourself on in there, too?

-What I do best.

-And... Oh, God help you.

Atlas, why don't you slither on inside, as well?

And I might as well wedge myself in there, too.

It takes a village to make magic.

Oh! Whoa!

J. Daniel Atlas in the house.

So, who wants to see a magic trick?

Take it away, Merritt.

Hello, you beautiful people.

Now, everyone knows that Merritt McKinney reads minds.

Well, now, I'm him. Or he's me. Who knows?

Uh, I'm sensing someone came here tonight

not to enjoy magic, but to tear it down.

Is there a Brett Finnegan in the house?

-What up?

Now, you and your friends here

set up the Camp Hobart Crypto Exchange.

-Fact. Yep. Yeah. -It's what we're about.

Took the good people of New York's

employee pension and welfare fund half its cash.

-Uh, you're rounding up,

and also, the risks were laid out very clearly.

Everybody knew what they were getting into, dude.

Did you hide the profits offshore?

Account ending

in 53297?

You couldn't know that without my, uh...

Oh, is this real gold?

Brett, you ought to be more careful

with your things, man.

Merritt's a psychic, but me, Jack,

I'm into sleight of hand.

-Ask your friends.

They've just done their part to close the wealth gap.

-What? What the...

Now, here's a little redistribution.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Thank you. Thank you.

Lawyer up, dude! I'll kick your ass!

Uh-oh!

Someone forgot Henley can fly.

We can take it from here, but a round of applause

for the best Horseman on stage.

Whoo! Wow.

Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.

Fantastic. So, everybody, I want you to take your drink,

and I want you to pour it onto the face of your card.

Can you do that?

Those 12 unique words on each of your cards

form the password to your new crypto wallet.

-Oh! -Log on

and you'll find Brett's stolen millions more...

fairly redistributed.

Oh, my God. Fifty... 50,000 bucks!

50,000!

You're freaking done, dude!

Whoa, whoa! Cool your head, gingerbread,

'cause I am having a vision.

Eh, maybe cops are gonna come bursting through that door!

So perform a magic trick of your own

and disappear in three, two, one.

Now come in close. Mm, closer.

Because the more you think you see, the easier it will be

-to dress up old tricks... -What?

...and fool you that they are new.

Oh, my God, no.

No!

Look, in my opinion, I think you did a great job.

Uh, I think my Atlas was good.

My Merritt could probably use some work.

-Mm. -It's like a San Diego stoner

and a shrimp boat captain had a baby.

-Sure.

No, seriously, Bosco, I don't know how you do it.

A good impersonation isn't just about the mimicry.

It's about attention to detail,

personality and nuance.

Okay. Okay. Let me try, let me try.

Um... I'm J. Daniel Atlas.

The closer you look, the less you see.

It was something.

Yep. Uh, you'll work on it.

-I wasn't bad. -It was a good start.

-But it could use some work. -Okay, sure.

-What do you keep looking at? -Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Dude, cheer up. Guys, come on! Look at us!

Look at how far we've come. We totally scored tonight.

All right, next time, you wear the pink wig, okay?

No.

-Dude, it's locked again. -Okay, I'll pick it.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on. Do the thing.

-No. -Please do the thing.

-It's so unnecessary. -It's so cool.

-I'll hold your bag. -It's so unnecessary.

-Come on, it's fun. -Okay.

You got this.

-She's like a little Mario. -She is like Mario.

Careful, careful. Please don't die.

Are you okay? Yeah.

If I could do that, I would only do that.

- It's so cool. -It's insane.

Happy?

-Yeah, that was awesome. -Yeah.

Please let us in. It's cold.

-Whoo.

Best apartment in the whole city.

Yep, and no one will ever see it but us.

It's such a shame.

Come in close.

Closer.

That guy is so screwed.

Who's rich now?

Charlie, can you turn that thing off, please?

I think I've had enough Atlas for one night.

Yeah, I got you.

...disappears, reappears.

At least if the trick is done right.

Bosco, can you check for pizza? I'm so hungry.

Ugh, me, too.

We are the Four Horsemen!

No pizza, but we got beer.

-And, no, literally just beer. -Closer. Because

-the more you think you see... -Any takers?

-Yeah, I'll have one.

Dude, seriously, turn that thing off.

I did.

Okay. Real funny, guys. Where's the other projector?

I'm not a hologram.

"I'm not a hologram." Right. Yes.

Exactly what a hologram would say.

-Oh, my God, you're real. -Never touch my face again.

I'm so sorry. I thought that you were a hologram.

I would never do that. I'm a huge fan of yours.

How are you?

How did you find us?

I don't know. Took me about 30 seconds.

And if it was this easy for me to find you,

how hard would it be for the police?

-Whoa, hold on, the police? -Yeah, the police.

Why would the police be looking for us?

Uh, I don't know, what about that

little heist you just pulled?

Or the fact that you're squatting in this place

or that your electricity comes from

the circuit box in the corner?

I don't know, it could be anything. Am I right, Bozo?

Bosco.

-Hmm. -Bosco Leroy.

Ah, that's right, yeah, Bosco Leroy.

What, did you type, uh,

"fictional magician name" into ChatGPT?

No, that's actually my real name, Atlas.

Hmm.

What, did your mom have sex with a map?

-That's not funny. -Hmm.

You don't know anything about us, dude.

-I know everything about you. -Oh.

The dubiously named Bosco Leroy,

a promising acting career

cut short by crippling student loans.

It's a bummer you had to drop out of Juilliard,

but you never stopped performing.

Uh, if memory serves, your last paid gig,

I think, was dressing as Elmo in Times Square?

Okay, first of all, I was never Elmo.

It's the red Teletubby.

Po!

-What? -The red Teletubby.

-Her name is Po. -Oh, Po!

She's my favorite one.

-Right?

-Her name is Po. -Cute.

And you, June Rouclere.

Kicked out of every boarding school

your parents forced you to attend.

Not a big fan of authority, I take it.

Uh, let me guess.

Uh, you think the "olds" broke the planet

and it's your generation's duty to clean up their mess.

-Am I right? -Am I wrong?

No.

And so, you ran away from home,

made your way to New York, where you ran into this guy

at Tannin's Magic Shop, Charlie Gayes.

-Yeah, hi. -Yeah, hi.

I actually couldn't find a lot about you online.

Although, I do know you were an orphan and

you were in and out of foster care your entire childhood,

and that you didn't know the meaning of family

until you hooked up with these two.

And so, the three of you have been working

your little Robin Hood act for years now,

trying to change the world one trick at a time,

all leading to your riskiest theft to date, my identity.

You were there?

You had our faces plastered

on every scaffolding and subway stop in the city.

That's copyright infringement, by the way.

Of course I was there.

So, what'd you think?

I think your Merritt needs work.

-I knew it. -That's a sensitive topic.

-You don't even get it. -No. He's lying.

But overall design was impressive.

And that's you, I assume, the quiet guy?

-Textbook, behind the scenes. -Yeah, well,

-Alexander Herrmann... -Oh, boy.

...he said that the people who designed his tricks

were the real geniuses.

The fact that you know that man's name,

"behind the scenes" clearly.

And you, your sleight of hand was advanced. Good dexterity.

You're quick and nimble on your feet. Really, I was impressed.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Sounds like we're pretty great.

You're far from it.

But, uh, maybe with a little fine tuning, you could be.

Yeah, I could... I could see why The Eye sent me to you.

-I'm sorry. -Wait, did you say "The Eye"?

Yeah, The Eye.

All right, listen.

This card arrived at my apartment three weeks ago,

along with four plane tickets

and instructions hidden in the lining

for a trick bigger and better

than anything you have ever seen.

A trick that, for some reason, includes the three of you.

-Us? -Mm-hmm.

-Why not the other Horsemen? -No,

-the other horsemen are dead. -What?

To me, they're dead to me. Stop interrupting.

No, things got emotional. Everyone quit.

I took a walkabout in Australia. It's a long story.

And now you need us?

According to that card, yes.

Well, we don't need you, so...

Bosco.

What? What do we need this guy for? We're crushing it.

You're crushing it? You're stealing

a little money from some crypto bro.

I'm talking about big fish here, man.

I'm talking about something that will

make a real difference.

I thought that's what you kids are all about.

It is. No, exactly.

Yes, we are.

Yeah, but I think we can catch our own fish.

-You can? -No, no, he...

-Good luck with that. -What? No.

Can you just wait one second?

What are you doing? What's... what's going on?

Are you out of your mind?

-This is J. Daniel Atlas. -Yeah, I know who he is.

He's a freaking legend.

He was a legend. Now he's just kind of a dick.

-Can you... -Yeah, sure.

Bosco, he's kind of a dick, but he is a Horseman.

I mean, come on, just trust us on this, please.

Okay. Decision time, kids. What's it gonna be?

Are you in...

...or are you out?

What's the trick?

Welcome, esteemed community members,

valued press, friends and colleagues.

We are gathered here tonight to celebrate

Vanderberg's latest and greatest mine,

C3, or as we like to call her,

"Amahle," Zulu for "The Beautiful One."

Because every child is beautiful

in the eyes of its mother.

Our customer can rest assured

that when they buy the world's greatest symbol of love

that it was produced with nothing but.

-To Amahle, and to all of you.

Well, thank you all so much for making the trip out here.

Now, I take it you were all impressed by Amahle.

Sorry, C3.

Oh, it's quite dramatic. Yeah, it's amazing.

But I also understand that you have chosen

this fine day to broach some concerns,

which, contrary to your expectations, I don't begrudge.

Fire away.

Right. Well, um, the board feels that

projections might be optimistic...

Mm.

...with increasing competition from lab grown

and, in the event borrowing rates plum...

William. William.

My father loved you, but there was

a reason he called you his dark cloud.

Aw, shame.

The Vanderberg family does not lose.

As you're well aware, our motorsports team just won

the Monaco Championship for the seventh time.

The mine will produce.

Next?

Right.

Pricing. The minimums that you've set for...

Will you humor me, William?

In a demonstration about reality?

This diamond is say, what, 55 carats?

The AWDC would price it at 3,000,000 US dollars.

William, will you open your mouth

and stick out your tongue?

Now.

-Really? -Really.

Now, if William here were to swallow it,

that selfsame diamond would tear his throat to shreds.

He would bleed to death before paramedics arrived.

So, to the AWDC, it's 3,000,000,

but to William, priceless.

Tell me then, as the CEO responsible

for the world's last great diamond mines,

should I undercut our profits,

or should I choose prices

that I know our unique clients will pay?

As I thought.

-Now...

...unless there are more concerns,

I would like to head to Antwerp with my price list

and show off our stones.

Oh, uh, you know, you probably could have led

with a free trip to Europe?

You know, a little known fact

about Antwerp is that...

Oh, great, more magic trivia. This is fun.

No, I was just gonna say that

they make great biscuits.

Oh, do they? Can we actually get some, please?

On Atlas, obviously. No.

No, no, I'm not getting you biscuits.

I just got you chocolates, okay?

All right, listen, this is not a vacation, okay?

We have three days to prepare an effect

that'll make your barely passable Pepper's Ghost trick

look like a cave painting.

All right, come here.

The Heart Diamond, the most valuable jewel in history

and the foundation of the Vanderberg Mining Corporation.

Now, for years, the family's kept this big rock

hidden inside their secret vault,

70 stories underground.

And not just any ground. The Arabian Desert.

No one beyond their most trusted team has been inside.

Access through a single elevator,

constantly monitored by armed guards...

Identity verified.

...and behind a multi-level

biometric security system.

But the world will be watching,

because for the first time in half a century,

that diamond is being traveled here

to Antwerp, to establish credibility

and to spur bidding at a private auction

for the company's latest finds in three days' time.

Okay, obviously, I'm down for stealing.

But what makes this diamond so special?

Well, because the magical tarot card told us to, June, right?

Yeah, okay, that's very cute. But can I please finish?

You're not finished? Jeez, you've been talking forever.

Yes, and I'm about to talk more.

So, please, pay attention.

For decades, first, Peter Vanderberg,

now his daughter, Veronika,

have been selling these diamonds at inflated prices

to arms dealers, traffickers, warlords the world over,

to, like, help launder their money.

So, I mean, the cash is dirty.

I mean, in some cases, it's, like, literally blood-soaked.

But then, voila...

...it's cleaned in exchange for these precious stones.

She makes all the world's worst people possible.

So, whoever sent that tarot card...

Are the few truly honorable people left in this world.

The only people that still care about justice.

They're people I haven't spoken to in a long time.

They call themselves "The Eye,"

and they want us to do something

that the Horsemen never could.

This, man,

this is a chance to drive a stake

through the heart of the devil herself.

Let's do it.

All eyes will be on me

and the Heart tonight at the auction.

I have to look dazzling.

Do you have that Kitten Kiss color?

Lethabo.

-Yes? -Straw.

Who's that British photographer from Vanity Fair?

Uh, what's his name again? Marc...

Marc Scriber?

-Schreiber, good God. -Schreiber.

Confirm him, cancel the others.

We went wide last year. This year, exclusivity.

-All right. -We're open, transparent.

-We have nothing to hide.

Okay, perfect. I'll have it done.

This is Veronika.

Who is this?

Vacate.

How did you get this number?

This is a private line, and that was a bit tone deaf.

I asked who you are.

Ah, Veronika.

The storage unit to your left.

Look familiar?

It belonged to that boy who died 15 years ago.

This means nothing to me or anyone.

Really?

You and I both know what you did.

Look, if you have real evidence

and you're out to get me, why not just use it?

Fifteen years ago, you took what your father loved most.

Now I'm going to do the same to you.

-I want the Heart Diamond.

You're going to give it to me.

Or I'm going to hold up a looking glass

for the whole world to see you as you are.

Go ahead. I have nothing to hide.

-Oh, my God. -Hey.

I'm so sorry about that.

Hi. Can you help me find this?

I've been looking literally for an hour.

Yes. It's gonna be right over there, ma'am.

Marc Schreiber, James Winn, Vanderberg PR.

Huge admirer of your work.

James? What happened to Dani?

Oh, Dani. Yeah, sadly, we had to let her go.

Turns out she was racist.

And also, she booked you into the Radisson Blu

-in a partial view, double. -Ugh.

Thankfully, I took the liberty of moving you to the FRANQ.

I do love the FRANQ.

Yes, the presidential suite is befitting of, well,

presidents and talented photographers like yourself.

Uh, your gala invitation has been rerouted.

If I could just check your confirmation?

-Thank you.

I also bumped your shoot from 7:00 to 9:00 p.m.

to give you proper time to make your magic.

-Someone gets it. -Yeah.

Take, for instance, diamonds created in laboratories.

They purport to have value,

but they're neither natural nor rare.

What honest woman wants a falsehood on her finger?

-I agree.

One of the great truths left

is the power behind a natural gem.

Real diamonds fill people with passion,

as they have for centuries.

That's right. In fact, Marie-Antoinette,

wore the Hope Diamond for a single day,

and a month later...

...was dragged to the guillotine

by some very, well, as you say, passionate folks.

Marie-Antoinette didn't die because of a diamond.

She died because of a monstrous lack of empathy.

Well...

And truth is, she never even wore the Hope.

People just believe she did.

Really? That's kind of interesting.

So it was not the mob that killed her,

and it was not the guillotine,

it was a... a story.

I must not know my own guest list.

Are you in the diamond business?

No, no, I'm in the illusion business, like you.

See, for centuries, diamonds were worthless

until some very smart, very rich people

like Veronika here, told us that, not only

are these little shards of glass rare,

but that no self-respecting couple

could possibly get married without one.

No, now, that one is a good magic trick.

The problem with the trick is, um...

All the good ones have a little twist in the tale.

Is it you?

Is what me?

-Of course not. -No, no.

I mean, you wouldn't have let me in had I not demonstrated

the finest moral fiber, like some of your other guests.

I notice Luis Briseño, the arms dealer over there.

Hello, sir.

And of course, Maria Bortnick, when starstruck,

how she manages to mingle while monopolizing her state media.

Perhaps you'd care to reveal yourself.

Then we can apply the same scrutiny to you.

-Hmm.

Not just yet.

I'm sorry for interrupting.

That won't be necessary.

Let him eat cake.

Marc Schreiber.

Veronika Vanderberg.

Let's make this quick, shall we?

Our auction begins shortly.

I trust you can do me and the Heart justice.

Yes. I only have one rule. What I say goes.

Well, I'm sure I can find my submissive side.

Well, if not, I'll find it for you.

Ooh. I like you.

Right this way, darling.

-I don't want to be too matte. -Sure. Sure, sure.

And I don't like the sides of my nose shining.

Okay.

-Show me. -Mm-hmm.

Excuse me, can the little fruit fly

in my shot please shoo, shoo, shoo?

Thank you.

The only thing more valuable than that diamond is my time.

-I did my research on you.

Your industry, like mine,

is besieged by manufacturer lore.

But you, you bring us beauty as it is.

We're alike in that regard.

We don't sell contrivance, we sell reality.

Well, I would argue that we don't sell at all.

Others buy.

Hmm.

Let's see...

Uh... The diamond, take it out.

Nah, boy.

Absolutely not.

The glare in the glass will mar the photos.

I don't tolerate imperfections.

I don't imagine someone as ravishing

as Ms. Vanderberg does either.

So, take it out or find yourself a new photographer.

In truth, I was hoping you'd ask.

I don't remember asking.

There it is.

Beautiful. Work it. Fabulous.

Fabulous. Fabulous.

Beautiful.

Yes. Smiling, we're having fun.

This is what we came for.

Hold it, hold it.

That's the money shot.

Hold it.

And you, ma'am, are far enough.

I'm just trying... I'm trying to help.

Her forehead is shinier than the diamond.

Actually, I'm doing my job. I don't take orders from you.

When it comes to the Heart, you listen to me.

-Get out. -I... I can walk myself.

-Thank you. -Right.

-Mr. Schreiber.

If you're all you purport to be,

you should already have what you need.

-More than enough. Thank you. -Excellent.

Well, it's been a pleasure, but I have buyers waiting.

I've had enough of this of this nonsense.

Make sure it's secured.

-Yes, Lethabo.

-What the hell, what happened? -I don't know. I don't know.

-Time's ticking. Let's go.

At last, the auction we've all been waiting for.

Now, if you're here tonight,

you probably think you've seen everything.

So it is to you that I ask...

Everything?

It's not been seen in person for a quarter of a century.

Still the largest diamond ever discovered, the Heart.

Congratulations to all of you

and for getting away with it for so long.

Well, guess what?

-Climate change

doesn't believe in you, either.

You tore your fortunes from our Mother Earth,

set fire to her skies in your private jets...

-Okay, she gets it. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bled her dry with your insatiable...

Young man, we all want to save the world here,

but time is also precious and you're wasting mine.

- Zip it, sparkles.

Why don't you stop sucking

on plastic straws, and suck on this!

Honored guests. My name is J. Daniel Atlas.

You may remember me as your personal favorite

of the Four Horsemen of magic.

Now watch closely

as I make the famous Heart Diamond appear on my palm.

Gee-whiz, he must be as starved

for attention as Greenpeace here.

Rest assured that the diamond is completely safe.

Is it?

Now, a wise man once told me, in the mirror, in fact,

uh, never assume you're the smartest person in the room,

prove it.

Be my guest.

All right, well, let's see if we can get that case open.

Uh... Abracadabra.

Huh. Nope. Uh... Alakazam.

Wait.

Open sesame.

-Ah.

Still safe with me.

No. Relax. Mm, relax, Veronika.

Now, as your ads like to remind us,

-diamonds are forever.

-Get her to safety. Now! -You stop him! Stop him!

-Stop him!

-Jack. -Hey.

-What are you doing here? -Saving your ass.

-Ah. -You're welcome.

You got one, too. Huh.

-Hi. I'm June. -Yeah.

Who's she? Sorry, she's with us.

-Where is the diamond?

-What?

I guess you guys don't care about the environment.

You're stronger than you look.

Hey!

Run away.

Hey! Hey, hey!

Stop! Don't let them get away!

Okay, what now?

My card just said to get you out of there. I don't know.

-Henley Reeves?

I have so many posters of you.

-You're my childhood... -All right, fanboy later.

But it does, uh... You know, it is really nice to see you.

Fanboy later. We got to go up.

Put your hands up and don't move!

This is some bullshit.

What is happening?

Beethoven's Concerto in D major.

Bullshit, bullshit, bullshit!

Whoa. Merritt? What... What the hell was that?

Atlas, I would like to see you

hypnotize three dudes in Belgian.

You mean Flemish.

Okay, that explains it.

Lovely reunion. We have to go.

Henley Reeves!

-Welcome back! -Thanks.

And may I say, you are...

-Okay, come on, let's go! -Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I was paying her a compliment

because it was nice to see her, and only her.

-I was... -We get it!

Up there.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Is that for us?

Do you see any other people trying to escape?

Come on, come on. Go, go!

Come on, come on.

Uh, it was in my hand

-the whole time. It never...

They didn't swap the diamond.

They swapped the case.

And you, ma'am, are far enough.

Why don't you stop sucking on plastic straws,

and suck on this!

Honored guests...

Open sesame.

-Still safe with me.

Diamonds are forever.

-Lethabo. -Yes, ma'am?

We're going to make them regret this.

And then some.

Marc Schreiber, Vanity Fair.

What did I miss?

You know, I thought it'd be shinier.

Okay. All right, give it back.

-What are you doing? -Oh. Sorry. It's so slippery.

-Hey. Hey. -Heads up.

Okay, don't do that again.

Hey, can I address the, uh, infant in the room?

Uh... Who are these guys?

These are the wonderful kids that deepfaked our show.

What? Yeah.

You had the cops sent to my house?

-You freaked out my kids. -Yeah, sorry.

-Sorry about that. -Sorry about that.

How are the kids, though?

How is the whole boring suburban life you left us for?

Hey, relax, man. You missed your shot.

-Hmm. -See the size of that rock?

No, let me see that.

Ooh, it's no Heart Diamond, but it's impressive.

I already told you, Danny. I didn't feel safe

trying to escape from a straitjacket

hanging upside down.

-I was six months pregnant. -Come on.

We would have flipped you right side up at the end.

-You'd have been fine.

-Come on. -You guys didn't even miss me.

How long did it take you to replace me? An afternoon?

Um, and the better part of an evening.

Hey, speaking of, how is Lula?

-Are you guys still, uh... -No.

She, uh... she moved to Paris.

Oh, no. She dumped the great J. Wilder. My God.

I'm sorry. My apologies.

Don't you need to be on some, like,

cruise ship somewhere humiliating yourself?

-Humiliating myself? -Yeah.

I make five figures per cruise, plus perks.

"Plus perks." He said, "plus perks."

And I thought Merritt drinking himself

to death in Mexico was depressing. Ooh.

Speaking of, I got to get back to it.

This liver's not gonna destroy itself.

Uh, can we dry dock this thing?

Wait, wait, wait. You're leaving?

Well, yeah, I mean, great catching up.

Um, I don't know, what, see you in another ten?

Nice to meet you, little tadpoles.

Adios.

Yeah, you know what? I'm out of here, too.

I have a gig to get to.

Really? They're covering your Uber?

Signed an NDA. Can't say a word.

What are you doing?

Six handles and none of them open it.

Who do you think you're talking to? Move.

I'm sorry, but I don't really know

what's going on with you guys.

I'm getting the feeling there's a lot of weird history here,

and things are a little awkward.

Yeah, you guys, you used to be the Horsemen.

I don't get it. Why did you break up?

Ask them. Ask them why we broke up.

If it was up to me, we wouldn't have.

-The Eye wanted us to... -No, no.

...expose a Russian arms dealer.

Do we really have to live through this again?

We made some huge mistakes, we got...

-Sloppy. -Cocky.

Because of us, Dylan Shrike will never see

the outside of a Russian prison again.

-Who? -Dylan Shrike. Okay?

He's a Horseman. Come on. Do your homework, man.

I'm so sorry. Guys, I had no idea.

What, he's stuck in there forever?

Which is obviously a tragedy

and something I'll never forgive myself for.

-Nor will I. -Yeah, fine, man.

But it didn't mean you have to quit.

Man, that is, uh...

It's really a bummer, guys. Sorry about that.

"A bummer"?

I... I... I love the way

your generation sums things up so eloquently.

I mean, someone explain to me

why these pre-pubes are even here.

Same reason you are, man.

The Eye wanted 'em.

Well, we got the Heart.

What does The Eye want us to do next?

-No idea. -I know one thing.

You've got a half a billion dollar diamond in your hands.

-They're gonna get in touch. -Yeah, probably.

Whoa, wait, wait. Atlas, can I see your card?

Yeah.

-Hmm.

-Whoa. -It's a map.

-Hey, Atlas, it's your dad. -No, it's...

It's a map that only reveals itself

when the Horsemen are together.

-Fat chance. -Really, dude?

I mean, come on,

The Eye obviously wants you guys to do this.

You're the Horsemen. Start acting like it.

All right.

I suppose Rosarito can wait a couple days.

I... I can try to reschedule this gig.

It's not gonna be easy, but I'll figure it out.

I mean, I have kind of missed running for my life

and jumping off roofs with you guys.

-It's good to have you back. -Thanks.

Okay, so where is this place?

What are we supposed to be doing here?

The Eye will let us know.

-All right, picture time. -What are you doing?

Taking a photo. That's what couples do now.

Please don't post photos

-of the top secret location. -Don't be jealous.

I know you want to be in it.

Yeah. I don't want to be in it.

-Because it can be used for... -For memories.

No, not memories. Evidence.

Huh. I've never seen a door like this.

Okay, I can't open it.

You got this, Jack?

Wait. Don't you mean "June"?

-Jack's our lockpick. -Whoa.

Looks like a little healthy competish.

Come on, this isn't fair.

I've been picking locks since before she was born.

Let me find the keyhole.

Maybe the other side. Yeah, it's underneath.

You're not inspiring confidence right now, Jack.

-He's got it. -Hmm.

-He's got it. -Feeling rusty?

Don't rush me.

When does he start the lock picking?

Hey, Jack, I don't think this is a lock you pick.

I think it's a lock you solve. So...

Show him how it's done.

Whoa.

Do you mind if I just figure this out real quickly?

Okay.

If you've ever done an escape room,

you'd know there are all kinds of different puzzles.

It's not just about locks and keys.

Whoa. Huh.

You might want to update your game, Jack.

Whoa.

But, by all means, lead the way.

I think he loosened it for her, ultimately.

-Huh. -Ooh.

-Whoa. -Wow.

Uh, what is this place?

Magic nerd heaven.

P.T. Selbit's coffin?

See?

Guys, Houdini's straitjacket.

Yes, it is.

Hey, can I put you in here for old time's sake?

-No. -No?

I thought it was funny.

Thanks a lot. You wanna come in?

-No. -Right.

Charlie, check this out, dude.

What is it?

Bullet catch.

No way!

Yo!

-Dead end? -Yeah, dead end.

Hey, guys, dead end.

-Or, is it? -Hmm.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, it is.

Hmm, that's weird.

The die should be here and the ball should be here.

-Whoa. -Well played.

It's nothing.

Four rows.

One, five, eight, four? Is it a code?

-One, one, five, six, 18... -Minus four.

-One, eight, nine? -Fifteen, eighty-four.

-1584. -Wha...

The Discoverie of Witchcraft.

It's the first book on stage magic.

It's when it was published.

God, how does he know that?

Uh, he's basically a computer full of useless information.

Huh.

"Useless"?

This is cool.

-Unreal. -Nice.

Hey, guys, it's the floor plan of the chateau.

But it's different somehow.

Up is down.

Left is right.

Even the rooms are tricks.

My Horsemen.

Thaddeus!

-So good to see you. -So good to see you, darling.

You could've just checked the Ring camera and buzzed us in.

Now, where's the fun in that?

Sir. Hi, I'm Charlie.

-I'm such a big fan of yours. -Hi, Charlie.

Um...

I've never seen a Lubor Lens this big in person.

Really? Well, you ain't seen nothing yet.

So you sent the tarot cards?

No.

No, I've long since given up such foolishness,

and your collective dysfunction.

No, the only magic I do nowadays

is for my grandchildren.

Some weeks ago, however,

a card did appear on my doorstep,

warning me to prepare this chateau

for the arrival of seven soon-to-be fugitives

from the law.

-That tracks. -Yeah.

Wait, so why does The Eye want us here?

Well, I can only assume that whatever it is

they want you to do next

is hidden somewhere in these walls.

See, this chateau, Chateau Roussillon,

used to be their home.

In 1943,

the Allies needed military miracles from every source.

They enlisted the aid

of some of the most talented magicians of the time.

They built a whole city using mud, cardboard, lights,

thousands of inflatable rubber tanks

to misdirect the Germans.

The genius of Jasper Maskelyne.

Somebody knows his history.

Wait, so, what do the Nazis have to do with the diamond?

That, I do not know.

But the answer is here somewhere.

We just have to start looking.

Ms. Vanderberg. Ms. Vanderberg.

How do you respond to the rumors that your company

is nothing but a front for money laundering?

The Horsemen are thieves

posing as anti-capitalist entertainers,

and they have unfairly targeted me and my good company.

I challenge anyone who maligns us to look

closely at our operations and our books.

And I challenge police to put those magicians

back where they belong, in the past.

All right, no more questions.

No more questions, please! Thank you!

Interpol said it was an inside job.

Thieves knew exactly where the blind spots were.

- How was it? -Let me guess.

You're the one behind these Horsemen

and their little stable hands.

No. Why would I ask for the diamond

and then try to steal it?

If I were you, I'd figure out a way

to get it back, and fast.

I understand that you and your race team

will be in Abu Dhabi later this week.

A perfect neutral ground.

I'll bring my evidence.

You bring your Heart, if you have one.

-Have you found them yet? -We do have a few leads.

They were seen headed south out of Belgium.

Now they're saying the Horsemen

have been seen in France one hour ago.

The head of the French police owes me.

Just call him and say that I want these Horsemen's heads

served up on a platter.

The gendarme will find them. I'm sure of it.

Thaddeus told us to look for something.

What do you think it is?

Oh, wow. This is cool.

You are not a big talker.

Oh. Sorry.

But you are a big apologizer.

Sorry. I just did it again.

Sorry. I mean... I'm just nervous.

I'm a big fan of you guys.

And I got the cops called in, and I'm really...

I'm really... I'm not gonna say it.

-You're forgiven.

And you guys made the Horsemen look good.

But I didn't see you. Why weren't you in it?

Oh, I just... I prefer to be behind the scenes, you know.

I design all of our tricks.

Um, where are we going? I feel like we're lost.

Do you really prefer that,

or is that just something you hide behind?

Uh, what do you mean?

Well, I... Whoa.

For years, I told myself I wanted to be an assistant,

that I didn't mind being upstaged by Atlas,

'cause he's so brilliant.

But really, I just... I was afraid.

I was afraid to take the spotlight.

Ooh. Thaddeus was right. Up is down.

Upside down room. Cool.

Cool?

Is nothing impressive to you?

That's why I said "cool."

Do you not know what cool means?

All right, let's just try to figure out

how this room works, okay?

Yeah.

Figured it out.

Of course. That's right. You know everything already.

So what did I do wrong this time?

Ah, nothing. My apologies.

You're amazing. It's an honor to watch you.

Has anyone ever told you that you're a control freak?

Yep. Many times.

Whoa! Hey!

I did figure it out.

Whoa. Wow.

Gummies kicked in.

I wonder what we're looking for.

Anything weird.

This is all weird. Jesus.

Look at this.

You know, I have always looked up to you.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, before you became a cruise ship magician.

Hey, I also do corporate events.

Oh, no way. I couldn't tell.

So that was a total waste. What now?

One trick. Okay? No charm,

no gifts of gabs. Just one trick.

Dude, I do not have to prove myself to you.

I mean, you kind of do.

Show me why The Eye picked you.

You know what?

Prove to me that you don't need a babysitter.

Oh, what, now you stop performing?

You're done showing off 'cause your misfit friends aren't here?

-They're my family. -Mm-hmm.

Don't you dare. I don't have to impress them.

All right, fine. Forget it.

I just wanted to see what you were capable of

when you weren't trying to win cheap applause,

but I guess the answer is nothing.

All right. You wanna see a magic trick?

See, the problem with you, Atlas,

is that you just like to overcomplicate things, man.

It is a lot easier to find a diamond than you think.

-Ooh. -And to make it...

...disappear.

-Nice. -Check your pocket.

-Really? -Yeah.

Hmm.

Ooh, not bad. Card to impossible location.

But don't play checkers on a chessboard

because I'm already five steps ahead of you.

Check your pocket.

Hey.

-Those are priceless antiques. -Yeah.

This room is where old relics

go to their final resting place.

Yep. You are, uh... You're probably right, Thaddeus.

But, uh, not before they have one last shot at glory.

-What's going on here? -Pretty good,

but you should try to do things a little more slow.

Really?

Let your audience enjoy the real magic.

-Okay,

-not bad. Not bad. -Wow.

Nice one, Bosco.

I've never been great at poker,

but is a diamond trumped by a heart?

Ooh. There it is. Whoo.

Nice misdirection, but, let's not forget

-what this is really about. -I wasn't done.

-Show 'em, Charlie. -Making a jewel disappear.

-Let's see this one. -All right.

Keep your eye on the prize.

Round and round they go, where they stop, nobody knows.

-Good as gone. -Ooh.

Black art, table's rigged, saw it when I came in.

-Time for a clean escape. -Oh, yeah.

Where is he going? I know what he's doing.

Jack in the box? That's a trick?

Ah, it's old stuff.

If I had known he was that easy to get rid of.

-Not that easy. -Yeah, Jack.

Ohh! Okay, enough of the warm-up act,

time for the headliner.

I want you to think of one of these cards,

but don't think of the one you think I want you to think of.

-Got one? -Yeah, I got one.

-What was your card? -Four of hearts.

-Ha-ha.

Nice one, professor. I'm impressed. I'm impressed.

Hey. Hey. Hey. That whiskey is older than you.

Sorry, boss. So sorry.

Look, you guys, I'm not gonna lie.

This has been really cool.

-Really, really cool. -Go show 'em.

But, uh, I think I just want to make it a little cooler.

-Come on now, yeah! -Hey.

-There she goes. -Yes! Snow storm in China.

There we are. Beautiful.

I always wear white in winter, guys.

Snow is rare in this part of France,

but, ice, that is just impossible.

Classic. Nice.

How do you do a vanish so good?

-Oh, a magician never tells. -Hmm?

-Ooh. Hmm. -Check.

Mate?

Shit.

Face it, Bosco.

Wisdom and skill overcome youth and arrogance every time.

Thank you.

Never assume you're the smartest guy in the room. Prove it.

Give me a break, man. You didn't prove anything.

Hey, can I just remind everyone

we still haven't figured out

why we're even in this World War II relic?

Wait!

Jasper Maskelyne,

the... the magician who vanquished the Nazis.

He built fake cities, fake tanks.

I mean... I wonder...

-Whoa. -Oh.

Oh, wow.

Oh, my God, I was right?

Hey, Magic 101, man, never act surprised

when the trick actually works.

Oh, sorry.

-Oh, my goodness. -What is all that?

Encyclopedia of Nazi war criminals.

Uh, which apparently includes Veronika's dad.

After World War II, surviving Nazis fled around the world.

I'm not an accountant, but looks like Peter Vanderberg

got rich cleaning their dirty money.

Yeah, and apparently Veronika took over

right where he left off using his criminal network.

But... But I don't understand.

What does The Eye want us to do with this?

Well, if I'm not mistaken,

The Eye wants us to unmask the Vanderbergs,

bring down two generations of criminals

with a single sleight of hand.

I've read some interesting rumors

about the Vanderbergs online.

Looks like 15 years ago, Veronika's mom killed herself,

and a week later, their housekeeper's brakes failed.

Her car crashed, she and her son died.

There was some suspicion of foul play,

but nothing was ever proven.

-Hmm.

Whoa. Oh, shit.

Police!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Listen closely. Split up.

-Find a way out. Go. Go. -Okay. Come on, let's go.

He's right. Everybody split up.

Okay, let's go.

This way, this way!

-Stop!

-Turn around. -Turn around.

You heard him, Bosco. Turn around.

Here they come!

Adios, mon ami.

Sorry!

Bonjour, monsieur. Bonjour.

You know, normally, I like to give

a proper tour to new guests.

I suspect you've discovered

that this house holds many secrets.

Thaddeus!

Thaddeus!

Would you like to see a magic trick?

How about if I make myself...

-disappear?

-Don't move!

Thaddeus!

-Thaddeus!

Hurry! This way!

Thaddeus?

Oh, thank God.

Hey, which is the fastest way out of here?

- Around this bend... -Yeah.

...there's a passageway.

Just follow the creek through the forest.

-Whoa. -Oh!

Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. No, no, no.

This can't be happening. Come on, Thaddeus, stand up.

We're gonna go now.

We need to get you help.

Please, stand up.

You have to stop Veronika Vanderberg.

No, we can't do it without you, Thaddeus.

You don't need me.

But you do need each other.

Never forget that.

I knew when I came here, this was...

probably my final trick.

Now, don't let me die in vain.

There's work to be done.

Go. Go now, go. Please.

Before it's...

too late.

Let's go. We gotta go.

Atlas!

The police took June into custody.

Well, what about Jack and Merritt?

-Them, too. -Okay, so we break them out.

Whoa, uh-uh. Let's just talk about this for a second.

Talk about what?

Listen to me. We need to be smart.

No. We gotta get my friend out of jail.

-Bosco... -Look, when you were researching

all that stuff about us, you know what didn't come up?

Charlie and June are my only friends.

You know what I really love about them?

They don't make me feel like an asshole.

-I'm getting June. -Bosco, wait...

-Listen to me. Hey. -Just one second, dude.

Listen to me. You can't.

Why? Tell me.

They're looking for you, Bosco.

They're looking for all of us.

Yes. Yes, you're gonna get arrested, too.

Yes.

-Shit. -Exactly.

If only there was somebody else

crazy enough to stage a jailbreak

with no resources, no protection.

-Atlas. -Yeah?

Maybe there is.

Thaddeus Marcus Bradley, in case you're interested

in the name of the man you just murdered.

Ah, yes.

That was unfortunate.

You know, when this whole thing started,

I didn't give a shit about you or your diamond,

but you just went and made it deeply personal.

And now, I am really looking forward to taking you down.

My father would have loved you.

He was quite fond of magic.

When I was five or six,

in one of the few moments that I had him to myself,

he taught me a trick.

He would make a red silk handkerchief disappear

and then come back out of his mouth.

I loved it!

It had just the right amount of flair.

And I practiced that trick for months.

I thought that if I could do it just right,

I would earn more of...

of him.

But that was the illusion.

I've hated magic ever since.

The camp, the cheese, not to say anything

of con artists like you with your mentalism.

Neither one of us has psychic powers, Mr. McKinney.

But you don't have to. You know where my Heart is.

And I don't have to,

because you're going to tell me.

I think you're smart enough to know that

I ain't telling you shit, as we say in Texas.

And, you're wrong about mentalism.

People wear their entire life story on their face.

You just have to know how to read it.

Take yours, for example.

-May I? -With pleasure.

This is gonna be fun.

Well, you've already shared,

in excruciating detail, your daddy issues,

but I'm curious about your mom.

Why did she commit suicide?

Was she as desperate

for your father's attention as you were?

Ooh...

She was.

And why was that?

Did your father give his attention to someone else?

When you tuck your hair behind your ear, that's a tell.

He was.

So, was he banging his secretary?

No, that's too cliche.

But it had to be someone close to your mom for her to...

A good friend? Hairdresser?

It wasn't the housekeeper, was it?

No, not the housekeeper.

I don't have time for this.

And that's what people usually say when I'm getting hot.

Should we crank up the AC, maybe open a window?

Now, if my dad was having sex with my housekeeper

and my mom found out and committed suicide,

I probably wouldn't cut the brakes on my housekeeper's car.

But then again, I'm not a psychopath.

You are a sad and pathetic man.

I can see why you want to end it.

Uh, hey, uh, Veronika...

-You know,

walking away is also a tell.

Ooh-la-la.

Monsieur, monsieur, monsieur.

Where is she? Where's the girl?

-Shit!

She escaped.

Bonsoir.

That's pretty disgusting, even for you.

I think I may have overdone it on the wine.

Hi, Lula.

You look great, by the way.

Okay, one...

I didn't think I'd ever see you again.

How did you find us?

A little birdie told me.

Imagine my surprise.

You guys all got back together without me.

What? No, it's not like that. You don't understand.

-It wasn't? No?

You're free. Dick.

The cavalry.

-Miss me? -Oh, a lot.

Oh, hello there. It's me, Lula...

Teeth! Lula!

Remember? I too was once a Horseman.

Yeah, I asked about you. I was the only one.

Oh, you were the... He was the only one. Really?

Shit. Okay.

We have to get to the meet-up. Okay, here's the plan.

I have the getaway car. It's all ready to go.

I just need Jack to hotwire it.

Wait, your plan is for me to steal a car?

Uh-huh!

Okay, I'll hotwire the car. You get June.

Do not leave without her, all right?

-Meet us outside. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay.

Oh! Uh, watch for flashing lights!

Okay. You know, I can hotwire the...

-You can let go of me now. -Right. Sorry.

-Whoa!

Come here.

Where is the diamond?

Merritt, thank you.

Got your back, kiddo.

But who's got yours?

Flashing lights.

Run!

Look into my eyes,

watch and wonder why I whisper words

that weaken your will, and sleep.

Not everyone's susceptible.

I said, "Sleep!"

Easy does it s'il vous plait.

Ta-da!

Hello?

Jack?

You could have told us you were coming in a police car.

Thank you very much.

And, look, we made the Fifth Horseman reappear.

-Hello, Lula. -Hi.

Okay.

-Are you okay? -Yeah. No, I'm okay. I'm okay.

-But they have Merritt. -Shit.

-Yeah, I escaped, he couldn't. -Yeah, yeah.

Very emotional time for everybody here.

Clearly a lot going on.

And I'm really trying not to take any of this personally.

But, please, can you tell me,

did The Eye contact you directly?

-Yeah.

-You, too? -Yes.

-Why didn't you call me sooner? -I'm so sorry.

-I had to find a babysitter. -Come on!

Everything happened like that.

Wait, sorry. You two know each other?

-Yeah. -Yeah, we know...

How many female magicians do you think

there are in the world?

The fact there are three of us in the room right now.

Shocking. Shocking.

-It's, like, mind blown. -That's true.

I'm surprised the universe isn't folding in on itself.

-Exactly. -Abu Dhabi!

-Does he just do that? -Mm-hmm.

Sorry, I just... I'm a big fan of yours, by the way.

I was trying to figure out where Veronika was gonna be next.

And, apparently, Vanderberg Global has a motorsports team.

They're introducing a new car this weekend in Abu Dhabi.

So we can get Merritt back and expose her.

Yeah. Yeah.

No, no, no. I am not exposing her.

I am not exposing anyone, okay?

I don't care what The Eye wants. No.

We are swapping this for Merritt, and then we are done.

We're saving our friend, we're not saving the world.

-And then what? -What?

We just go back to our lives and let her walk away?

After Russia, you said, "Magicians are entertainers,

-"not superheroes." -Oh, my God. Here we go.

And I'm starting to think that you were right.

She doesn't just launder money like her father.

You saw what happened to Thaddeus.

Obviously, I'm playing a bit of catch-up here, right?

I don't have all of the information,

but I don't think that that should stop me

from having an opinion about what we do next.

-Of course it should. -Exactly.

No, it shouldn't, Atlas.

And I think we should expose Vanessa.

-Veronika. -Veronika.

For murder and...

-What is the other thing? -Money laundering.

And for money laundering.

For murder and for money laundering.

-Yeah. Yeah. -We should tie her up...

No, no! It is too dangerous!

-And Atlas is right. -What?

We are done sacrificing ourselves.

-Yeah. -I'm sorry. It's not worth it.

That's bullshit!

-What? -You're wrong.

-Am I? -Sorry.

No. Don't be sorry. Say it.

You are. You're wrong. It's just...

Before I discovered the Horsemen,

I didn't give a shit about anything.

I... My family gave me up.

I hated the whole world.

And then, I saw a video of you guys,

and you were trying to make the world

less corrupt, less terrible.

And that made me give a shit.

So what's the trick?

I promise this is gonna work.

But is that enough misdirection?

As long as she's here and not there.

We can take care of that.

If you're even just five minutes late...

-Five? I'd say one. -One minute late.

How do we know enough people are gonna show up?

You guys, it's already viral.

I guarantee there'll be a crowd.

This is nuts. There's too many variables.

Hey, we'll be in constant contact with you

-if something goes awry... -Hey, hey, hey.

There's, like, no margin for error here, man. Okay? Zero.

We're going to have to be absolutely flawless

if we're gonna pull something this risky off

with this many moving parts

in this ridiculously short amount of time, okay?

-Yes. -Yeah.

But speaking for myself, at least,

I think the seven of us have a better chance than most.

Oh.

Would you look at this?

When did the great Bosco Leroy go soft?

Okay, guys, are we doing this or what?

It is a ten million to one shot.

Those are my kind of odds.

Ladies and gentlemen,

the time has come.

Tonight, for one night only.

Come in close. Closer.

'Cause the more you think you see...

The easier it will be to fool you.

The countdown begins.

In only two hours,

the Four Horsemen will be on stage together

for the first time in ten years.

J. Daniel Atlas.