Now You See Me 2

Excuse me. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Excuse me. Coming through.

Tonight, so-called magician Lionel Shrike

is making another sad attempt for attention

by performing what he calls an impossible feat.

The safe is made of the strongest iron.

It can't be sawed through or pried.

Yet, Lionel Shrike thinks he's able to escape.

Dad! Dad!

Hey, buddy. You made it, huh?

Now, see that seat there?

It's the best seat in the house.

Is Lionel Shrike the kind of magician who can pull this off?

Or is he actually in over his head?

We'll see about that.

- What's the matter? - I don't want you to go.

Dylan, come on. We talked about this.

Remember? This is what I do.

I got to prove all those naysayers wrong.

Okay? Besides...

I always keep something up my sleeve.

Now, got your watch like your dad's?

- Okay. How many seconds? - Three hundred.

Three hundred. Maybe a few less.

Mmm. I love you so much.

Okay. See you later, big man.

Ladies and gentlemen, Lionel Shrike!

Will he be able to hold his breath?

Will he be able to somehow escape the safe?

Three, two, one...

Two, three,

four, five, six, seven, eight...

296... 297, 298, 299, 300.

303, 304...

It's five minutes now,

and we have not seen or heard anything from Lionel Shrike yet.

Move!

Dad!

Dad! Dad!

Let go of me!

Dad!

No! Dad!

Dad! Let go!

Find him!

The Eye.

It may not lie...

But don't think for a moment that it can't be lied to.

Seeing is believing.

But is it truth?

People see the Horsemen as noble Robin Hoods. Are they?

Or are they common thieves?

Depends on your point of view.

Here's what you know.

They robbed a bank in Paris from a stage in Las Vegas.

They fleeced an insurance magnate

of hundreds of millions of dollars

and disappeared from a roof in New York.

Always showering their devoted fans with money.

Here's what you don't know.

They left one man behind.

Framed. Holding the bag. Me.

Are you listening, Horsemen?

When you emerge, and you will,

I will be there waiting.

Because mark my words, you will get what's coming to you.

In ways you can't expect.

But very much deserve.

Because one thing I believe in is an eye for an eye.

Welcome, Daniel Atlas.

Who am I speaking to?

I asked to see the face behind all of this.

You've asked many questions. And registered many complaints.

You can rest assured that we've heard you.

Have you? Because I don't...

- Trust? - No.

Your leader? Your fellow Horsemen?

Perhaps even us?

I don't like that we've been living in hiding for a year.

I don't like that every message I get from Dylan is,

"Wait. Be patient. The Eye has a plan."

Wait. Be patient.

The Eye has a plan.

This is games and it's not working for me.

You feel it is you who should be leading the Horsemen, not Dylan.

If that is what you desire, stay the course.

Trust that your unique talents

and remarkable mind will not go unrecognized.

We have a new mission for the Horsemen.

Dylan has a plan and will gather you together soon.

Now leave!

...North Carolina, Florida, Maryland, Maine.

We're talking the entire eastern seaboard.

I need to see some results.

Oh, hey. Oh, sorry.

Just real quick. Can I have you for a couple of minutes?

I'm right in the middle of something, Dylan.

No, I know. It's okay. Hey. Hey, everybody. Sorry. Sorry about that.

Call the mayor.

Thanks a lot. Twins, huh? Good.

Is he coming?

Look, I wouldn't have brought you out of that meeting

unless it was something important.

It's about the Horsemen.

Somethings happening here and it's happening now.

Message boards. Elite magic society.

There is chatter going on about the Horsemen

and something happening with Octa, the giant software company.

I know what Octa is.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but two months ago

we sent men to Philadelphia because he knew...

- And I said that I was wrong. - He knew that the Horsemen

were going to hit the Euro-Atlantic Banking Summit.

- I have proof. - Let him talk.

Thank you. Communications.

Contact between who I think might be Daniel Atlas

and who may be Merritt McKinney.

And what do you have? Emails? Cell phones? Any transcripts?

- Pigeons. - What?

I'm sorry, you mean stool pigeons?

No, I mean actual pigeon pigeons. Like carrier pigeons.

- Okay? Magicians work with pigeons. - Doves.

Stay with me.

This pigeon, right here...

There's Daniel Atlas. Same pigeon.

East Village.

Same pigeon, West Village.

42nd Street, pigeon. 65th Street.

All the way up to the George Washington Bridge

on a sail boat with a guy that looks just like Merritt McKinney.

And what does this all mean?

I know what it means. It means nothing. It's bullshit.

- Could you sing a new song? - No.

How is it that two years ago you were so close...

You think I went out of my way to screw up my own investigation?

You think I'm that big of an idiot?

You know what I think now? I think you're smart,

but you want everybody else to think that you're an idiot.

Okay, stop.

Cowan, I know I'm new here, but as far as I can tell,

people who don't even know you, think you're an asshole.

- And you? - Ma'am.

You don't know me, but my first year in the Academy, you gave a talk.

The "long game" you called it. You talked about a moral compass.

About how you believed in yours immutably.

And I thought to myself, "That guy. One day, I want to be that guy."

And now... A pigeon?

Technically, it was a few pigeons, but I hear what you're saying.

Okay. So here's what I'm going to do.

You want to take a vacation day? Go on your own? Fine.

But I'm not going to devote resources to another snipe hunt.

I came to clean this mess up, not add to it. I'm sorry.

Boss, thank you. I promise you, it won't be a snipe hunt.

We're gonna get those Horsemen.

She's great.

The problem is when you're two people at the same time,

one of them is bound to trip the other.

And when that happens, I will be there.

Duly noted.

- Oh. Hi! - Who are you?

- What are you doing in my... - It's actually a funny story.

How did you get into my apartment? Whoa!

I think it's funny. It's not like funny "ha ha."

Or you might not think that it's funny "ha ha."

I think it's funny. I guess it's all kind of relative.

I was actually... No, that's not...

I made myself in the neighborhood and now I'm here, and maybe...

Okay.

Seriously, how did you get in here?

Are you some kind of crazed fan or something?

Oh, my God. No, no, no, I recognize you.

You did that B-grade "geek magic" thing, didn't you? You pulled a...

Pulled a hat out of the rabbit.

A hat out of the rabbit, that's right.

I know that it didn't work.

No, it was actually kind of disgusting.

It was way worse for the rabbit.

Well, your drop was obvious and your body shell is flimsy.

So if you wouldn't mind crawling out from under my couch and...

Ta-da! Now I'm sitting over here. Crazy!

By the way, that rabbit thing? That was eight years ago, okay?

I've gotten so much better since then.

- Have you? - Yeah.

Okay, come here. What is it that you want?

I wanted to meet you. Everybody, really.

I want to be a part of the Eye, okay?

I said it. I do. And I want to use my magic for good,

like you and Merritt and Jack especially.

Oh, that's right. I know that Jack is alive.

I know that he faked his own death.

I am a huge fan of faking deaths. That was crazy!

What is this? A trucker's hitch?

- Yeah. - It's terrible.

- Embarrassing. - Okay.

By the way, I am so sorry that Henley left you.

- Ow! God! - Sorry.

That's actually a little better. You know what I heard?

- What? - About Henley?

I heard that she got tired of waiting around.

She lost faith and so she asked for an out,

and the Eye gave it to her.