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Horsemen!

Horsemen! 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 Horsemen last appeared,

but we are back!

Okay, so, come in close. 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 ♪. 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 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, Al.

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

So I want you to pay very close attention.

You are not gonna wanna 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?

These 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 pulling it out?

Great. 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. Now...

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.

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

It's 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!

♪. 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?

I'm sensing someone came here tonight

not to enjoy magic, but to tear it down.

Is there a Brett Finnigan in the house?

What up?

Now, you and your friends here

set up the Camp Hobart Crypto Exchange.

- Fact. Yep. Yeah.
- What about it?

Took the good people of New York's
employee pension and welfare fund

half its cash.

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 532977

You couldn't know that without my...

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. 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!

No!

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

I think my Atlas was good.

My Merritt could probably use some work.

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.

I'm ♪. Daniel Atlas.

The closer you look, the less you see.

- It was something.
- Yeah. You'll work on it.

- That 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.

- 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?

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. Bosco Leroy.

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

What, did you type
“fictional magician name" into ChatGPT?

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

What, did your mom have sex with a map?

That's not funny.

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.

If-if memory serves, your last paid gig,

I think, was dressing as Elmo
in Times Square?

Okay, first of all, I was never Elmo.

I was the red Teletubby.

Po!

- What?
- The red Teletubby.

- Her name is Po.
- Oh, Po! She's my favorite one.

- Right?
- That's cool.

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.

Let me guess.
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 Ga yes.

- 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.
- No.

- You don't even get it.
- He's lying.

But overall design was impressive.

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 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?

- 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...

- 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 ♪. 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 is 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,

"Amabhle," 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, the board feels that
projections might be optimistic

with increasing competition from lab-grown

and, in the event borrowing rates climb--

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 motor sports 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 three million 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 three million,

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, 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?

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.

Hush little baby

Don't say a word

- Who is this?
- Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird

- And if that mocking bird...
- Vacate.

Don't sing

- How did you get this number?
- Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

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 Danni?

Oh, Danni. 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.

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.

Your gala invitation has been rerouted.

If I could just check your confirmation?

Thank you. I also bumped your shoot
from 7:00109:00 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 totally 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...

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 Brisefio,
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.

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.

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

Okay.

Show me.

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 manufactured 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.

Let's see.

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 there.

And you, ma'am, are far enough.

I'm just trying-- I'm trying to help.
Her forehead is

- shinier than the diamond.
- When it comes to the Heart...

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 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 ♪. 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, 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.

Abracadabra.

Huh. Nope. Alakazam.

Wait.

Open sesame.

Still safe with me.

No. Relax. 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!

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 had so many posters of you.

- In my childhood bedroom--
- Okay. All right, fanboy later.

But it does, 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!

What? Up there.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Is that for us?

Do you see any other people
trying to escape?

Come on, come on. Move, move.

Come on, come on.

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 infant in the room?

Who are these guys?

These are the wonderful kids
that deep faked 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.

- You 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?

And the better part of an evening.

Hey, speaking of, how is Lula?

- Are you guys still...
- No.

She... She moved to Paris.

Oh, no. She dumped
the great ♪. 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.

Speaking of, I got to get back to it.

This liver's not gonna destroy itself.

Can we dry dock this thing?

Wait, wait, wait. You're leaving?

Well, yeah, I mean, great catching up.

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...

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

"A bummer"?

I-1-- 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.

- 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 phones do now.

Please don't post photos

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

- I know you want to be in it.
- |-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 lock pick.
- 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.

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

You're not inspiring
confidence right now, Jack.

He's got it. 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 wanna update your game, Jack.

Whoa.

But, by all means, lead the way.

I think he loosened it
for her, ultimately.

- Huh.
- Ooh.

- Whoa.
- Wow.

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?

Oh, my God.

Yeah, it is.

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?

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.

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 how a days
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.

I...

- 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-I'm a big fan of you guys.

And I got the cops called on you,
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, l' just... I prefer to be
behind the scenes, you know.

I design all of our tricks.

Where are we going?
I feel like we're lost.

Do you really prefer that,
or is that just something you hide behind?

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.

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.

And to make it...

- ...disappear.
- Nice.

- Check your pocket.
- Really?

Yeah.

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...
You're probably right, Thaddeus.

But 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.
- Whoo. 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.

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.

Oh, 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.

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

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 I think I just wanna make it
a little cooler.

- Come on now, yeah!
- Hey.

- There she goes.
- Yes! Snowstorm 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.

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 |l relic.

Wait!

Jasper Maskelyne,

the-the magician who vanquished the Nazis.

He built fake cities, fake tanks.

I mean... I wonder...

- Whoa.
- 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.

Which apparently includes Veronika's dad.

After World War |I,
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... Wait 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.

- Whoa.
- Oh, shit.

Police!

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Listen closely.

- Split up, find a way out.
- Okay.

- Come on, let's go.
- Go. 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!

Adiés, 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, no. Oh, no, no, 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.

- What?
- 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?

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 cliché.

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-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.

Hey, 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. She escaped.

Bonsaoir.

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 hot wire it.

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

Uh-huh!

Okay, I'll hot wire the car. You get June.

Do not leave without her, all right?

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

Oh! Watch for flashing lights!

Okay.

You know, I can hot wire 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.
- Well, 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?

I mean, the fact that 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?

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 motor sports 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! 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.

... 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.

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'll 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.

♪. Daniel Atlas.

Henley Reeves.

Jack Wilder.

And Lula May.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Four Horsemen.

That's right, the Horsemen
are back for one night only.

Now, last week,
we stole the Heart Diamond,

and tonight, in two hours' time,

we're going to return it
to its rightful owner,

all of you.

Do you think that got her attention?

If that didn't, I don't know what will.

All right, listen, now that you know
how bad things can actually get,

can you please just try
playing it safe this one time?

- No.
- Okay.

Here she is. Right on time.

You enjoying the show?

Eh, it's a little tacky for my taste.

I assume you chose your venue
for its proximity to my own.

Well, good news for you.
I've placed you on our guest list.

Bring me my Heart. We'll make an exchange.

Mr. McKinney for the diamond.

Outside, under the lights,

and not the first hint of magic.

One rabbit comes out of a hat,

one ace slides out of a sleeve,

and your friend goes... poof.

Just trying to use parlance
you'll understand.

Welcome to the W Yas Island.

The Orlando of the Middle East.

Now, finally, thank you
to Yas Island for hosting an event

worthy of the fastest team in motor sports.

This track is elite,

but it will soon provide our competitors
with the most common view in racing,

the rear wings of our cars.

Thank you.

Holy shit. That's Veronika?

She has a very commanding presence.

Our magical friends have arrived.

Why don't you go and greet them?

Thank you so much for coming.
I hope you enjoy the race.

Okay, Atlas said to create a distraction.

How are we gonna pull this off?

There is security everywhere.

Okay, you guys, calm down. I got this.

Hello. Hi.

David. Cool. I'm from media relations.

I was just checking in.

Do you think you guys could do
a different camera placement?

Okay, thanks. Continue.

Who is that?

Your turn.

Let's do this.

Make sure you confirm
the authenticity of the diamond.

These people are very tricky.

I'm so glad you came.

What do you say we bury the hatchet?

- In each other's necks?
- He's funny.

We each possess something
beneficial to the other.

Perfect reason to do business.

Only, there's one caveat.

I fervently hope our mutual dealings
are at a close.

- She's so poised.
- Not now.

- I hate her--
- Lula.

- How's it going?
- Bro, can I help you?

Yeah, we're here to shoot the car.

- ID?
- Oh, right. Of course.

Obviously. There you are.

- And you?
- Yeah.

It's in my jacket somewhere.

There it is. We're with Checkered Flags,
the doc series.

Next season's on Vanderberg Motorsports.

They seriously didn't
give you guys a heads-up?

Typical.

We're just gonna get some inserts,
maybe some B-roll

and some party people
gawking at this beauty.

- All right, whenever you're...
- Hey, don't touch the car.

- We got to shoot the interior.
- Hey,

I can actually get you
a cameo in this thing.

- Save it. I've got my orders.
- Yeah, and so do we.

Good evening, Ms. Vanderberg.

Yeah. We're trying to get
that footage you asked for,

but we ran into a little bit of a problem.

- You're gonna be in trouble.
- She wants to talk to you.

That's not good, my guy. Not good.

Hello.

Listen, my father always said

no one buys a diamond sight unseen.

And at this very moment,
my car is the diamond.

So, you can either let them do their job,

or you can find yourself a new one.

Sorry for the holdup, ma'am.

- You're good.
- You're the best.

If you could just back up
for me really quick?

Just for the light. Thanks, man.

- Well, shall we get on with it?
- Please.

Oh, of course, you have a goon.
Forgive me.

Ah, come on, you don't trust us?
After all we've been through?

Is there a problem?

- Double check if you're not certain.
- It's the Heart.

Yes, of course it is.

Now, please, can you get our friend?

Come on.

There he is. Okay.

Hey.

You okay?

Well, now that I know
I'm worth half a billion dollars.

I still think we got ripped off,
but it's good to see you.

Signed, sealed, delivered.

See, I'm a woman of my word.

Stick around if you want, enjoy the party.

What in God's name?

Shit!

Come on, come on,
how do you make this thing go?

Stop it now!

I can't concentrate
with you yelling at me!

Don't let him get away!

Watch out!

Excuse me!

Call the police!

You enjoying the show? You just gonna
stand there gawking or get my car back?

You did this.

Okay, here we go.

Okay, Atlas, you wanted a distraction,
you got a distraction.

Man, this thing is tail happy.

Oh, man, what the hell?

We fell through a trapdoor or something.

Is everybody okay?

- Where are we?
- No.

When I woke up this morning,
there was only one thing

I wanted more than my diamond.

My Horsemen under lock and key.

And now that I have both,

I must admit,
I'm feeling a little bit spoiled.

While you were prepping
your little performance,

I curated a trick of my own.

Five Horsemen trapped, no escape.

You five may be national treasures,
but we have those here too.

Only they're hard to find,

because they're buried in sand.

To the world, it will appear you died

in a failed escape act.

Now, let's see some magic.

Fuck magic! Somebody call for backup!

- Jack, call June.
- Anyone have service?

God, she must have scrambled
the cell signal.

She thought of everything!

Lula, whose side are you on?

I'm on our side, obviously,
but she also thought of everything.

Both things can be true at one time.

The sand is getting higher.
The sand is getting bigger.

There's more sand and it's getting larger.

Henley, Henley, first principle of escape.

How long is it survivable? Right.

Right. Great.
Judging from the rate of the flow,

the volume of the box...

- Yeah, we're screwed.
- Oh, amazing.

Okay, how about the second
principle of escape then?

Okay, so that's the box itself.

Is there a flaw? Is there a weakness?
Is there a back door?

Everybody just needs to check!

It's sealed.

Shit. No, it's sealed, sealed, sealed.

Everything's sealed.

Any chance there's a third principle?

I have what you're after.

Perfect.

I will meet you where the Heart resides.

I can hardly wait.

Straight to the vault.

No, no, no, no! Yes!

Help me, Ricky Bobby! Help me!

Is this really gonna happen right now?

We're just gonna die here
in this box? Really?

It's funny. A week ago, I wanted to die,

and then-then I get
my reason to live back,

and now, we're actually gonna die.

How is that funny?

Well, I mean, it was funnier in my head.

It's-- You know, it's peculiar funny.

No. No.

And we're out of options.

God, I never should have been
that horrible

about your website
and your costumes and the logo.

- Okay.
- It's not embarrassing

that the "I" in "Wilder"
is a little magic wand.

- I got it. That's... Thank you.
- It's not. It's cute and it's charming.

- That's enough.
- And |-I missed you.

Listen, I know
I don't always show it, but...

I really do think the world of all of you.

I cannot believe
we're getting buried alive.

- I mean, it's like a Western.
- Wait, wait. Buried alive.

That's, like, an old magic tradition.

Sorry, who do we know who did that?

Bill Shirk nearly died
doing that. Remember?

He got into a Plexiglas coffin
and had it covered in sand.

But didn't the Plexiglas break?

- The sand got wet.
- The sand got wet.

I remember now.
It rained the night before.

Okay, wet sand is heavier than dry.
It broke the glass.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
If we broke that pipe,

then it would wet the sand,
and then it'll-it'll break the box, right?

If I could... If I could
wrap something around it,

- I might be able to get some leverage.
- Okay.

- Merritt, give me your belt.
- Okay.

- Okay, you got it. You got it.
- Yep, yeah.

Good, good, good.

- You got this, you got this.
- Come on, come on, come on.

- Yes! Yes!
- Yes, yes, yes.

Help me! Help me! Pull me down!

- Okay, okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- It's made up of metal.

Nice, nice, nice. Okay.

Pull over.

We have you surrounded.

I'd love to pull over,
but I'm finally getting the hang of it.

I'm the greatest driver in the world!

No, no, no, no.

Watch out!

Damn it!

Turn off the engine and exit the vehicle.

We've got you surrounded.

Put your hands up and don't move!

I'm sorry. Did I forget to use my blinker?

You're under arrest.

Thank you, gentlemen. Excellent work.

We've had a red notice
for one Bosco Leroy.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

Yep, Atlas is gonna kill me.

- Water's coming in too fast.
- And the glass won't break.

All this for a diamond.

We could use that now.
Nothing cuts glass like a diamond.

Wait. Wait, Henley. Henley.

Yes! I can hold my breath
for eight minutes.

If anyone can get us out of this, we can.

We're crossing into the desert, ma'am.

The dust storm is getting worse.

What's he doing here?

Ms. Vanderberg's diamond
that you and your friends stole?

Lost something?

That was fun.

- It's working!
- It's working.

Everybody help!

- Everybody help!
- Let's do it! Come on!

Henley, way to go!

- Oh, my God!
- Nice job!

All right, we got a show to catch.

I hope we're not too late.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Identity verified.

You made it.

Do you have what I want?

If you have what I want.

Where's the evidence?

Right here.

I'm the evidence.

No.

Charlie, I... I don't...

You're dead.

Now you see me.

It's quite fascinating
the things people do

to make something or someone...

disappear.

I taught you that trick.

Just like our father taught you.

And now, after 15 years, you're...
you're trying to ruin me?

No.

All 15 years.

I didn't know you'd be in that car.

But you must have been relieved
to hear I was.

When we hit the water,

I couldn't unbuckle my seat belts.

Mom freed me with her dying breath.

I had nothing
but fondness for you, Charlie.

Let me finally treat you like a brother.

I am your brother!

Father's blood is in both of us,

though he'd never acknowledge mine.

God knows Mother begged.

And the shame drove
my mother to her grave.

Then you sent mine to hers!

Fine.

You're right.

It should be yours.

Here.

Take it.

Bullet catch.

- That's impossible.
- No. Just magic.

Hello, everyone.

Thank you.

All right, thank you.

Earlier tonight, ♪. Daniel Atlas
promised to return the Heart Diamond

to its rightful owner.

But before we do that,
some introductions are in order.

First, let's say hello
to the fierce force of nature,

the extraordinary June Rouclere!

Wow. Hello, everyone. Thank you.

Thank you so much. Thank you.

And give it up for the indomitable

Bosco Leroy!

The pleasure is ours.

Hello, gorgeous.

And, of course,
we could not have done any of this

in the first place

without the help
of the world's greatest magicians.

The Four...

Sorry, make that Five Horsemen!

Thank you, everyone.

Wow.

You know, we have entertained, well,

dazzled audiences all over the world,

but we have never been
part of a trick like this.

And you may be asking yourself,

"How did they pull this off?"

Okay, well, every magician
needs an assistant. Veronika?

You may think Veronika here,

as Peter Vanderberg's sole heir,

is the rightful owner of this diamond.

But, here's the twist.

Peter didn't have one child. He had two.

That's right.

And that other child cheated death.

And landed in New York City.

Where vengeance became his life's work.

But he would need help.

My mezcal. Thanks.

So he recruited.

- ...when to stop, tell me when.
- Stop.

- Is that your card?
- Yes.

Yeah? You want to know how I did it?

Enticed...

and lured some of the most
brilliant minds he could assemble,

laying the groundwork
for a trick unlike any other.

Which brings us to tonight.

Make some noise for the mastermind
behind all of this.

Our best friend.

- A ghost...
- Until this very moment.

Charlie Vanderberg!

- Wow.
- Whoo!

I know I said I'd enjoy taking you down,
but this is more fun than I anticipated.

You are still a sad and pathetic man.

And you are nothing.

Oh, hold on, everyone. One sec.

- And you never will be.
- What's that?

I don't understand
how you pulled this off.

You don't understand?
Veronika doesn't seem to understand

how she found herself in this position.

Well, let's explain it to her.

You see, the finest magic
preys on assumptions.

That the car waiting for you
was the same one that dropped you off.

Let's go.

That an act of Mother Nature
is nothing but.

And that a vault in the desert
isn't just smoke and mirrors.

That a gun isn't filled with blanks.

And that an elevator
is just simply descending into earth.

If you want to trick
the master of deception,

you have to manipulate her reality.

And for our last trick,

why don't we make Veronika disappear?

No.

You don't win.

- I'm the Vanderberg family!
- There she is.

Miss you already.

- Final reveal!
- Do you hear me?

The real Veronika Vanderberg.

The Vanderbergs do not lose!

The world is full of illusions.

One of the biggest is that this diamond
belongs to the Vanderbergs at all.

As my father's only
un-incarcerated next of kin,

I'll make sure every one
of our illicit buyers

faces legal repercussions.

And then I'll gift all our assets,

including the Heart,

to the South African communities
they came from

with a few extra dollars
left for all of you.

Horsemen crowds always leave
with deeper pockets.

- Nice trick.
- I learned from the best.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you for joining us, all of us.

And please remember,

no matter what cards life deals you,

you have to learn to make your own magic.

Ladies and gentlemen...

We are the Horsemen. Good night.

All right, what do you want,
pomegranate or boysenberry?

Dude, I said I wanted a drink.

Just give it a try.

Kids today.

Of course.

- That's pretty good. You wanna try it?
- No.

I think you dropped this.

Oh, my old card.

- Just in case you wanna frame it.
- Thanks. I might.

You know, I still cannot believe
you're a Vanderberg.

Neither could she.

I was thinking I feel like
we should start our own group, you guys.

- A girls magic group?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Yes.
- The Hor-- Horsegirls.

- No. Not that.
- Wait, Horsewomen.

- Not that.
- Ladies of the Horse.

- Of course, it wouldn't be that.
- Ponies!

- That's really bad.
- Yeah?

Can I talk to you real quick?

I'm not trying to infiltrate
the Horsewomen.

What... what's up?

It's just...

Speak. What is the matter with you?
What's wrong?

It's hard because I don't...

I don't know how you feel.

So...

Hey, everybody.

Everybody, come on over here, please.

Yeah? Come on, guys.

Hey, can you grab some more
of those delicious things, Bosco?

You are gonna love this stuff. It is slap.

- No, Merritt, please.
- It slaps.

- What I meant to say is it's good.
- Yeah. Right.

Yes, and I will be the one to say it.

I'm going to miss you guys.

I was just thinking the same thing.

Yeah. Me too.

Damn it, I love you guys.

- We love you too.
- We love you.

- Adorable.
- You too.

Very sweet. Even me?
Really? You must be...

very drunk. Whoa!

My God.

Can we just talk about something else?

Go back to what, we all love each other.

- Got back to that.
- Fist bump.

You guys love each other more.

You guys expecting someone?

No one's supposed to know where we are.

- Who's it from?
- Doesn't say.

Open it.

You open it.

Okay.

Oh, that's the...
that's the thing from the door.

- Yeah, from the chateau.
- Oh, yeah!

Do you... You mind
if I take another crack at it?

- Yeah, yeah, go for it.
- Yeah?

I think I can handle it this time.

Hello, Horsemen.

Did you miss me?

Dylan.

But he's supposed to be in prison.

I know what you're thinking.
"He lied to us."

But |-I didn't lie to you.

I just led you to believe
something that wasn't true.

But it was for your own good, trust me.

There's more to this mystery
than you realize.

And the end result is that the Horsemen
are back together again.

It warms my heart.

Now, for you three impostors,

brazenly pretending like

you're part of our top secret
organization?

You think you're gonna get away with it

with no consequences or repercussions?

Well...

you thought right.

- Hey!
- Welcome.

Welcome to The Eye.

As for the rest of you,

you thought your work was done.

Think again, team.

You're just getting started.

What's the trick?