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Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man

who knows what you're going to do before you do it.

The amazing Frank Cadillac!

Here's to world peace.

Good evening. Welcome to beautiful downtown Las Vegas.

How many people are here from the Orient? Raise your hands.

You, sir. Where are you from?

No, wait! Wait. Don't tell me.

I'm sensing you must have soul.

You're a Seoul man.

Why don't you share with everyone where you're from?

-Korea. - How about that, folks?

And may I assume that this charming young lady is your daughter?

- She's my wife! - Well, of course she is!

And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

-What's your name? - Yong Kyunge.

Yong Kyunge.

Would you be kind enough to join me up on stage, please?

Are you serious about this guy? This a joke?

Want me to round up some mimes and clowns while we're at it?

Yong Kyunge, what if I told you

that that pretty necklace you're wearing has a broken catch,

and on my count of three, will fall into your drink?

Wouldn't that be something? Wouldn't that just blow your mind?

-Yeah. - Yes!

Wouldn't it blow all your minds?

Three, two, one, now.

Did somebody say "spooky"?

Wait a minute. Look at your glass. Where'd it go?

Yong Kyunge, why don't you look inside my pocket?

Reach in. Dig deep.

Let's have a big hand for Yong Kyunge.

That's magic, folks, and that's why I'm here.

You've probably seen a lot of those shows.

Mentalists. Magicians. illusionists.

You'd be shocked to know that sometimes,

not often, but sometimes,

it's the real deal.

Masquerading as an act.

Hiding behind a few $50 tricks.

Hiding in plain sight.

Because if the magician doesn't do that,

the alternative is impossible for others to live with.

Anyway, Wednesday night at the Back Page doesn't pay very well,

so I gamble.

But I don't play against other people. Only against the house.

So, no mega-jackpots, no long shots.

The idea is to go unnoticed.

That way, I can keep coming back.

I'm not a god.

I can't see everyone's future.

Only my own.

And only within two minutes.

Except for when I saw her.

But we'll come back to that.

There's no pattern to this guy. He's all over the map.

Well, he's not counting. Not off the top of a five-deck shoe.

Wait a minute.

Isn't that that two-bit magic act over at the Back Page?

- What's his name? - Cadillac.

Yeah, that's Frank Cadillac.

Is he pulling tricks on us? Is that legal?

You can't trick the deck.

I'm telling you, that little prick knows what's coming.

If he's running that good a system, why is he not betting more?

That's going to be my second question.

Look at that. He's looking right at us.

It's like he can hear us.

- What table was that? - 27.

This is Roybal. Give me two men on table 27. I'm coming right down.

Place your bets, please.

Here's the thing about the future.

Every time you look at it,

it changes because you looked at it.

- Hi. - And that changes everything else.

$9,070.

Empty the drawer. Move!

Drop the gun! Now!

$9,070.

Drop the gun! Step back!

It's his gun. He was going to shoot two people!

Step back. We'll settle this right now.

What's he doing?

Secure the doors, elevators, escalators, every way out of this damn place! Now!

Freeman, seal off the blackjack tables. Sullivan, link up with Roybal.

We're on the floor. On the floor right now.

Bring up the other cameras.

That way. This way.

He's right next to you. $10 slots, aisle 14.

There he is! Behind you! Your left! Turn around!

He's right between you!

He's in the men's room near the gift shop. Gift shop! Gift shop!

Davis, where the hell is he?

Black T-shirt, straw hat! Heading towards the entrance!

Come on, let's go.

Call Vegas P.D.

Just stole a silver Charger, tag 585G4S.

Drop the gun! Step back.

He rose to the top of our gambling fraud wish list about two months ago.

What he does has nothing to do with luck. It's definable ability.

Look at him. He knows exactly what to do and not be caught.

Can you explain that to me?

No, I can't explain it, Callie, nor do I have the time.

The Russian Federation has a 10-kiloton nuclear munition

- unaccounted for. - I understand that.

I'm not sure you do. We need every agent available beating the street.

That bomb was stolen five weeks ago. We've just been informed of it now.

Which means it could be parked under this truck for all we know.

I need actionable intelligence,

not paranormals and bullshit magicians.

With all due respect, sir,

this bullshit magician's shown a pattern of advanced awareness

that is statistically impossible.

You let me bring him in and you'll get what you want.

Five days, Callie. That's it.

Get me the head of casino security.

- You Roybal? - It's Roybal.

Whatever.

- Who are you? - Cavanaugh. Take a walk.

Hey, Roybal, this isn't a pissing contest. Come on.

- What'd you do? You got a new car? - Stole it.

Look at this.

Twenty minutes to walk 20 steps.

Well, that's what you get from two packs a day.

Oh, hey.

- I got you two sandwiches. - Two sandwiches?

- That's 20 grand. - Take it. I love you.

Oh, jeez.

How can I repay you?

Must be a bitch to park this thing.

Chief Roybal. Special Agent Ferris.

I'm sure Agent Cavanaugh has explained to you

that everything you say is admissible in court

and anything you knowingly admit can be used against you.

Do we understand each other?

Sure.

- Tell me about Cris Johnson. - I don't know who that is.

How about Frank Cadillac?

You chased him out of your casino tonight.

- He stole a car from valet parking. - Yeah, I know Cadillac.

I thought he was cheating us at cards.

Next thing I know, he's tackling some guy and waving a gun.

The gun wasn't his.

The man he tackled is wanted for two casino killings in Reno.

He's in custody now.

Come on, I want to show you something.

You remember this?

Oh, yeah, of course I do. We were saying he's looking right at us.

- How'd you get this? - Think carefully.

What were you talking about right when he looked up?

We were saying, if he has a system, why isn't he betting more?

You sure you weren't doing or saying anything else?

I was going down to pick him up, I was reaching for my radio...

And right then? That's when he looked up? Be very specific.

That's what I said.

He looked up, really.

So he doesn't have to be there to do it.

Once you enter his consciousness, he can pick it up.

Is that to work his system?

Thank you. We're finished.

Done some good here, Mr. Roybal, but none of it is up for discussion.

Now, as far as you're concerned, Cris Johnson never existed.

That's going to be difficult considering 100 cameras saw him at the casino.

Not to worry. Those tapes have been destroyed.

Hey. Is she single?

Cris, you can't keep stealing cars and having people chase you.

That's not a life.

But you got to forget this girl that you keep seeing in your head.

I'm not going anywhere until I meet her.

Well, suppose she don't show up?

She already did, at the diner. 8:09.

Well, you got a couple hours. How about a game of pool?

All right, Irv.

We'll shoot some pool.

We timed every hand of blackjack.

The longest was 89 seconds, when Johnson pulled a six-card 21.

So we know he can see at least a minute and a half ahead.

I had our techs run a radio frequency spectrum analysis.

Came up dry, so he's not receiving any form of electronic help.

At one point, there was a two-minute, 16-second delay.

He never bet, just got up and walked away.

Well, maybe 2:16's too long. He can't see that far.

Narrows our window a little bit, anyway.

Got him. Vegas P.D. got a LoJack hit on the stolen vehicle.

Okay.

Listen, about that girl.

When you looked at the clock, did you happen to see a calendar?

Because it could be 10 years from now she gets hungry.

It's got to be soon.

I've never seen further ahead than two minutes.

Except for her.

Now, what do you think the reason is for that?

I don't know. Maybe she doesn't scare easy.

Maybe she's the one.

Well, when you get like this there's no talking to you.

She's almost here.

What happened to the diner?

- Somebody else, a cop. - A cop? Well, then, you got to go.

Hold on. I want to see how much she knows. What she wants from me.

Cris Johnson. Still here, huh?