The Finder (2012): Season 1, Episode 5 - The Great Escape - full transcript

When you're a young magician,

you dream of playing the big venues,

in Vegas or Monte Carlo,

not the earlybird dinner
show in the nectar room

of a third-rate casino.

But, an audience is an audience

and you have to give
the people what they came for.

Magic.

Is Preston Miller your stage name?

No, Mr. Sherman, I am better known

as Presto Malatesta.



How'd you find me?

In certain circles,
you are well known

as the man who found Harry
Houdini's straitjacket.

Leo.

When I say "Leo" like that,
it means get the book.

I heard of you from
Professor Randarius.

Tell your story while I look.

Angelica and I were excited

because there was a Vegas
booking agent checking us out.

Smile.

If I smile any wider
my head will fall off.

Ohh!

He was not impressed.

So even though
I had designed the Phoenix



to be the big finale,

Angelica told me to do it now

or kiss our chances for
the Vegas stage good-bye.

Phoenix... a fire trick, right?

I prefer the term "illusion."

Let's call a trick a trick, OK?

There's no real magic.

Don't take it personal.
Walter hates magic.

No, I'd love magic
if it actually existed.

What I don't like is some
guy getting all smug about it

'cause he figured out
a way to fool people.

Big deal. What'd you lose?

He's leaving.
Do it now.

Senores y senoras,

I, Presto Malatesta,
will now amaze you

with the world premiere of...

The Phoenix.

Because this illusion
is death-defying

and never before performed in public,

I will require absolute silence.

I advise those with heart problems

to please leave the theater.

Ma'am, I believe you.

A trick, Mr. Sherman,

is what you teach a dog.

And illusions actually forces
to question reality.

It takes preparation and practice.

Every move move is evaluated

for its effect on the audience.

Mystery.

Mystery and mystification.

The movement of a hand,
the little look of an eye.

No, it's not trickery.

It's magic.

Found it.

Professor Randarius.

Houdini's straitjacket.
He's telling the truth.

Well, he lied to the audience.

When?

Death-defying?

Never performed in public?

Heart-stopping?

It was true that I had never
performed the Phoenix before.

The rest I like to call showmanship.

Now, what'd you lose?
Your bag of tricks?

Your wand?

Your sleight? Your hand?

Your rabbit? Your, uh,
false-bottom hat?

My career, my reputation,
my good standing

in the fellowship of magic.
My prestige, my eclat.

You've never looked for eclat before.

Finding someone's eclat would
be a nice feather in my cap.

So, everything was going
according to plan.

From the earth to the sky
I shall exclaim

transform Angelica into flame!

I knew it! Fire trick.

The second incantation was
supposed to put out the fire,

but instead, it got bigger,
so I tried again.

Angelica! Angelica!

I rushed over to
the trap-door and opened it.

Angelica wasn't there.

Then I had a terrible...

You incinerated your
beautiful assistant.

Thank God, no.

Angelica had actually disappeared.

But as you said,
Mr. Sherman, there's...

There's no such thing as real magic.

I need you to find out what
happened to Angelica Angel.

It's not funny.

The entire meaning of
my life vanished with her.

Because you loved Angelica
with all your heart.

You just didn't have
the courage to tell her?

No.

Magic is my mistress.

But Angelica was my partner
and my friend.

We were a team,

as I perceive you and Mr. Knox are.

If I inadvertently did her harm...

You know what's funny?

A magician who loses
his beautiful assistant.

That's funny.

Do you have a photograph
we can use, Mr. Miller?

Come on.

Will you help me?

We'll start first thing in
the morning at the crime scene.

Nobody said anything
about a crime, Walter.

The man just admitted there's
no such thing as magic.

So what's that leave?
Skullduggery and monkey business.

Trust me, there's a crime.

{pub}What's your problem?

Ah, did the raccoons get
in the garbage again?

What kind of example are you
setting for a 16-year-old girl?

Independent career woman on the run.

Pretty good.

I'm sorry.

I saw Timo leaving Willa's trailer.

Timo? Oh. Willa's cousin.

Are you sure that's her cousin?

That's what she told me.

Mm-hmm.

What is my responsibility here?

You're Willa's employer.

How long was Angelica your beautiful
assistant before she disappeared?

A year.

Oh. Leo's been my beautiful
assistant for 3 years.

I am not his beautiful assistant.

Whoo!

Option number one...
Angelica ran away.

She had no reason to run.

Did Angelica resent you
for any reason?

No.

No inappropriate behavior?

We were strictly professional.

Option number two...
Alien abduction.

Farfetched, but
it had to be mentioned.

Number 3... she was incinerated,
but she didn't leave any ashes.

What do you think happened?

Uh... she could have been kidnapped,
I suppose, but I don't see how.

How much would the Phoenix be worth?

Uh, $100,000, give or take.

A second secret hatch.

I don't understand
what happened here.

One thing's for sure...
She wasn't kidnapped.

There's a million easier
ways to kidnap somebody.

She did this on purpose.

You mean Angelica
stole my trick idea?

I need a light.

Thanks, beautiful assistant.

You ever consider maybe
you're my beautiful assistant?

Hi.
Hello.

I'm on an electrical cut
heading South.

Any sign that Angelica was there?

One white feather.

I'm at a junction box.
One of these wires has been cut.

What kind of wire?

It's an alarm box.

Wait, did you say an alarm box?

I'm following the cut wire north.

Why would Angelica cut that wire?

To rob somebody, of course.

Now we just have to figure out what.
Where are you now?

We're by the front desk.

The alarm wire is taking me east now.

This cut looks like it
ends in about 100 feet.

I'm gonna make some noise.
See if you can locate me.

Can I help you gentlemen?

Do you have anything
worth stealing back there?

This can't be a good conversation.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

I seen this movie.
This is the part where you put on masks

of ex-presidents of the United States

and pull guns out of duffel bags.

And you're the magician
who burned down the nectar room.

Aah!

Excuse me. Mr. giant,
hello, where are you going?

Hello!

Aah!

You.

Walter Sherman.

Johnny!

I thought you sold knock-off shoes.

I did. Until I was arrested
and lost my job because of you.

This is from Angelica's wings.
What does this mean?

Well, this means that your beautiful
assistant is a robber.

Johnny, can you open that safe?

I can.

But I won't.

And if anybody here asks,

my name is Johnny Abadiano now.

And unless La Virgen de Guadalupe
has answered my daily prayer

and you're gonna be my boyfriend,

dejame vas, por favor.

Huh?
Johnny...

You got robbed.

But you are not authorized
to open that safe.

How'd you do that?

This money should be gone.

Ah!

Why aren't you and Walter out
finding the beautiful assistant?

We hit a dead end.
Walter's flummoxed.

What's the dead end?

Stacks of money.

I'd love to find stacks of money.

Why are you all weirded out today?

I saw Timo sneaking out of
your trailer early this morning.

Timo came to visit me.
It got late, he stayed over.

Really? Come on, perv,
he's my cousin.

He slept on the floor, Leo.

Jeez!

Walter?

Can you hear me?

Walter.

Can you talk?

Hmm.

Oh, thank God.

Leo called and said
you didn't find something.

I was worried you'd turned catatonic.

I should have found no money,

but I found money.

Walter, I need you to pull
your head out of your ass

for just a second
and pay attention, OK?

I spoke to Willa's probation officer.

Timo proud is not related
to Willa Monday.

Apparently all gypsies
call each other cousin.

But when Leo asked Willa about it,

she called him a pervert.

Willa went on the attack.

It's a classic misdirect.

I need you to come with me.

Bring your badge and gun.

I can't arrest Willa for lying.

Walter!

Ahem.

Johnny!

Oh, God.
Now it's both of you?

I just think of Isabel
as my beautiful assistant.

No, don't.

Open up the safe.

Come on.

Stand back.

Farther.

Farther!

It's full of cash.

Just like before.

OK.

Shazam!

Huh? Look at the bills.
Notice anything strange?

You mean aside from the fact
that they're all over the floor

and not in the safe?

Every bill landed facedown.

Yep. It wasn't a heist.

It was a switcheroo.

Presto! Counterfeito.

Go ahead and clean that up.

{pub}- Hey.
- Hmm?

Oh. OK, right.

Walter, this is secret
service agent Judy green.

No, I know who you are.
Judy, this is...

Mr. Sherman, you,

you found an incredibly
important ambassador's

kidnapped child last year.

The entire secret service
owes you a debt of gratitude.

Judy, could you fill me in on
this counterfeit operation...

No, actually, I can't
involve the marshals

unless the missing beautiful
assistant is also a fugitive.

The gay gentleman is awake.

He's resting his head
on your shoulder

under false pretenses.

I will be blamed for this,
so excuse me

for taking some comfort
where I can find it, OK?

Mmm...

How much counterfeit
money did you find?

Oh, no, the secret service
is very close-mouthed...

No, it's OK. 170,000.

Isn't it hard getting the paper?

I can't talk to you about that.
Hi. Excuse me.

We're gonna have to take
you in for more questioning.

I knew it!
You know what you are?

A jinx!

I demand a solicitor.

Not a lawyer, a solicitor.

Were you able to discover
Angelica Angel's real name?

Angelica Angel, aka Angelica Dira,
died 25 years ago

in garden city, Georgia.

Oh! Fake identity.

OK, you know what?
I can't talk to you

about a secret service
investigation, OK?

What about the paper?

It's the same composition
used in telephone books,

old newsprint.

What the Judy duty?

You can't tell me about the paper,

but you can tell Walter?

Any chance she could have
done this on her own?

Well...

That's the tricky thing
about counterfeiting.

It's not about making the bills,

it's about swapping them out
for real currency.

So, if she's an artist and if
she's good with a laser printer,

or if she's a safecracker...

It's possible she could
have acted alone.

You should check
the magician's entire tour.

I bet you they pulled
this switcheroo before.

Or, you know what?

I bet you she took off
on the magician,

then he hired Walter to find her
so that he could get his share.

OK, you know, I'm gonna have
to ask you to butt out. OK?

United States deputy marshal.

Tall guy wearing flip-flops.

Did you make any headway
on finding Angelica?

That's the man

who opened my safe
like a microwave door.

I'm arresting you as an accomplice

in a counterfeiting operation.

Why is it, when you randomly show up,

other people go to jail?

Mr. Sherman, could you remove
the journal from my pocket?

It's OK.

My magical secrets must not
fall into the wrong hands.

Let's go.

Whoa, whoa.
He said wrong hands.

Presto's plan for the Phoenix

calls for a flash of flames

that transforms the box
into a pile of ashes.

Then, Angelica rises from the ashes.

Obviously she booby-trapped
it with accelerant,

then using the ensuing
flame and panic,

just walked off with
the counterfeit bills.

Hmm. No name, no history, no clues.

How are you gonna find her?

I gotta find out
who bought the paper.

We'll need warrants
to access retail and wholesale

buying records for how many states?

You won't need any warrants,

because agent green
is providing them for you.

She won't let me in,
her sister in law enforcement.

But Walter is.

How are you mad at me for that?

I'm not mad at you.
I resent you.

Much more reasonable.

Isabel, I want a favor.

Ooh, no.

I didn't ask.

You want me to do something
heart-to-heart girly with Willa.

Please?

I'm not girly.

Willa needs to talk to a woman.

You want me to ask agent green?

If you talk to Willa,

I'll make Walter get you in on
the counterfeit investigation.

What is Walter gonna find that that 3 super
computers and the secret service missed?

Bingo.

This art student bought
200 pounds of paper

ordered to his school
but not through his school.

Thus...

Sacrificing his student discount.

What?

Amount of paper plus art student

divided by delivery to school
times the cash payment...

Minus the square root...

Very suspicious behavior equals...

One counterfeiter.

Walter math.

It never fails.

On the Willa thing...

You got a deal.

That is terrible.

What's it supposed to be, a horsie?

Well, you can teach students to draw,

you can teach them
symmetry and proportion,

you can even teach them discernment.

The one thing you cannot
teach is talent.

How can I help you?

I'm looking for one of your students...
Maddox Holt.

Why?

What do you care?

I don't.

Who are you?

My name is Walter Sherman.

I work for a booking agency
that trolls social networks

looking for uninhibited
young men and women

who might be, uh, interested in
outre modeling opportunities.

Ha! Maddox Holt posing
naked on the Internet.

Well, we find young artists are
often eager to embrace new things.

Yes, well, Maddox
dropped out 3 weeks ago.

Why?

I like to think it's because

he woke up one day

and realized
that he belonged in real estate.

Nude modeling, as the case may be.

Any chance you can tell me
where he lives?

Mr. Sherman, I can barely
remember my students' names.

I don't know where Maddox Holt lives.

Can I keep this?

As you wish.

Was he there?

No. But I found out where he lives.

That drawing sucks.

Yeah, it does.

But it has a point of view,

and that point of view
is from a very tall penthouse

looking southwest.

The largo building.

A 19-year-old art student who lives

in a multi-million-dollar condo.

It's more believable
if you refer to him

as a 19-year-old counterfeiter.

Why aren't you saying
we're lawbreakers?

It's a matter of intent.
It sounds like Mr. Maddox is in trouble

and you're breaking in to render aid.

Angelica.

Found her.

Now, that's a magic trick
I've never seen before.

And we lost her.

This boy's dead.

That's a classic misdirect.

Holt thought he was getting lucky,

all he got was poisoned.

{pub}Thanks.

Hey, you want half?

I didn't spit in it if that's
what you're worried about.

I wasn't worried
before you said that.

Timo's not your cousin.

Look, I don't care what you do.

Just try to conduct your love
life with a little discretion.

For Leo's sake.

You are the last person I'd
discuss my love life with.

Why? I'm extremely savvy.

Your love life is crazy stupid.

My love life is the opposite
of crazy stupid.

It's sane smart.

You have this thing with Walter.

Then you go with a famous
baseball player, who's perfect,

except he isn't,
so then you go back to Walter,

who isn't perfect.

Stop me when I get
to the sane smart part.

It's complicated.

You either love someone and want
to be with them or you don't.

What's complicated?

I... um...

Answer that.
It'll buy you some time.

Hello.

I want to bail out Preston Miller.

Why are you telling me?

Tell her to come down and spring us.

I'm temporarily caught up
in something here.

So is my lovely assistant.
I'm asking you

to go into my vault,
take 4 paces forward,

look in the eye-level shelf
on your left,

where there is a 1.5 princess-cut
diamond ring in a white gold setting.

- That's Miller's bail.
- Walter, wait.

I have no idea how to get
through your bizarro hatch.

9 is fine, 7 is great,

fly the Coop 2-4-6-8.

2 flew west, 5 flew east,

12 flew over and had a feast.

What was that?

It's a mnemonic.

Do you want me to repeat it?

No. I take Ginkobiloba every morning.

Tell her to bring the ring here.

Could you bring the ring
to the largo building

and tell the homicide cops
that Leo and I

wouldn't kill a kid
in his underpants.

What?

Thank you.
Much appreciated.

Walter? Wait...

I gotta go.

Nice talk.

Yeah, great talk.
I feel better.

Oh, my God.

All right. So,
the downstairs neighbor

reported seeing a woman
swinging over the balcony,

running through the apartment.

So the police no longer think
that you guys are insane.

Is the dead kid
definitely Maddox Holt?

Yep. His wallet, his keys,
and his phone are all missing.

This is where the counterfeit
bills were printed.

That back bedroom is full
of high-end laser printers.

It's hard to believe there are only
two in the counterfeiting ring.

You really want to bail
out the great wazoo?

Maybe the angel
betrayed the magician.

Took off his his money.

Now he wants you
to try to help him get it back.

If Preston was in on
the counterfeiting,

he's no use to us locked up, is he?

Angelica murdered someone?

A kid named Maddox Holt.
19 years old, art student.

Does that ring a bell for you?

I don't know anyone who's 19.

He was part of a counterfeiting ring.

Angelica poisoned him.

What is wrong with me?

Every assistant leaves.

Some for flashier magicians,
some for a normal life.

One left me to become a nun.

This one turns out to be
a murderous counterfeiter.

Just an observation, but unlike me,

you are no good at picking
your beautiful assistants.

Oh, don't look at me
when you say that.

I am not Walter's
beautiful assistant.

The whole time she was
helping me with the Phoenix,

she was setting me up
to be the fall guy.

I know they say you should
never give up on your dreams...

My brother owns a window
installation company

in Wenatchee, Washington.

Every time I talk to him, he says,

quit fooling around with magic.
I have a job for you.

You know what? I'm gonna
take him up on it.

Windows in Wenatchee.
That's my future.

It's a good decision.

Magic's for kids, anyway.

Walter.

Mr. Miller, you shouldn't
make a decision like that

when you're at a low point.

If you do find Angelica,

thank her for setting
my life on the right track.

I will find her
and I will deliver the message.

Draw me. Draw me.

Because the best model
makes for the best art.

It's tradition.

You have to know the rules
before you can break them.

Wouldn't the artist who made
the worst model look good be the best?

What do you know about rules?
You're a gypsy.

Magic is passed on.

Master to apprentice,
generation to generation.

I'm just another dead end.

You know what you are?

You are morose people.

Just dance, why don't you?

Don't worry about it.

Some things can't be taught.

Some abilities come only
with time and experience.

Walter.

Oh, good, you're awake.

Some things come only
with time and experience.

I'm not gonna let some little
teenage girl tell me how to live.

I tell her how to live.

There was a third person
in that counterfeiting ring.

What?

Wait, what little teenage girl?

Willa.

How do you know that there's
a third counterfeiter?

What did Willa say to you?

Huh! She said
that my love life is crazy stupid.

Well, I'm your love life.

She didn't mean
that you're crazy stupid.

She meant
that our relationship is crazy stupid.

She's a dumb teenager.
She thinks boys have cooties.

The fact is, I choked in the clutch.

She caught you by surprise.

Why are there 3 counterfeiters?

We have the mastermind
who can squeeze into tight spaces.

Angelica.

We have the patsy who orders
supplies and prints the money.

The dead kid.

The artist. We haven't
found the artist, the third man.

I owe it to Willa

to show her the way
the world really is.

Wait. How did we get back
to Willa again?

Because I'm the woman
and she's the girl.

Yeah, you're the woman.

Come on, go to sleep.

How do we know which one's
the counterfeiter?

Just like the money in the vault,

with great art you look for the lack.

What?

The man is brilliant.

We look for what isn't there.
The negative space.

We ran the Modus Operandi.
We came up with this one.

Pamela Tate.
What is she, a fugitive?

Mm-hmm. She's wanted in connection
with 3 other counterfeiting scams,

she always has two accomplices,

- they always get caught.
- And she vanishes.

Awesome.

Look for the lack.

How about that kid who hasn't
got any muscle definition?

Mm, yeah, no, my money's on the girl
who totally lacks inhibition.

Mr. towers won't be in today.

Class canceled.

The negative space.

The teacher is our bad guy.

{pub}I owe you an apology.
I'm gonna tell you about me and Walter.

That's not an apology.
That's like child abuse.

Can you imagine Walter
leaving the ends of the earth?

No.

There you go.

Wait.

That's your explanation,

asking if Walter likes to travel?

Want me to lay it out
for you? OK, fine.

Can you imagine me leaving Florida?

No.

What?

I can't.

You're wrong.

Where are you going?

Washington, d.C.

Like on a trip?

No.

I'm going to be the Attorney General

of the United States of America.

Yeah, right.

I am. I go to law school at night,

and I get field
experience as a marshal.

I'm going to Washington, little girl.

You mark my words.

So you're going to leave
Walter in your dust?

I will be eating dinner in
the white house within 6 years.

That's my goal. I set
goals and I reach them.

You should try it.

Look, the white house life
and Walter life,

they don't mix.

So Walter is just
your Florida boyfriend.

Don't make it seem like I have
a different boyfriend in every state.

OK, you know what?

Can you imagine spending
the rest of your life with Timo?

Oh, so you're not so quick to
answer when the questions get tough.

I'm betrothed to Timo.

What?

Betrothed?

Come on, that's ridiculous.

You and Timo are engaged?

Since I was 5 and Timo was 10.

Is this the 12th century?

It's the gypsy way.

Do you love Timo?

Like a brother.

Does Timo love you?

He's in love with someone else.

And I mean really in love.

The kind of love that makes him cry

when he thinks that no one's looking.

So, you aren't going to marry him.

Uncle Shadrach's
the head of the family.

He's the only one
that can call off the wedding.

And for that to happen,

Timo needs to give shad money.

A lot of money.

Timo's gonna do something
dangerous to get that money.

My God, honey,
you're worried sick, aren't you?

What's going on?

Ah, good, you're here.

Hi. Do you see
that printer light flashing?

Whatever's jamming that could be
the last thing that towers printed.

For the hundredth time, you're not
seeing what is in that printer.

Confound her with
legal jargon. Go on.

It's evidence, Walter.

Ehh.

This is a secret service crime scene.

And you just opened it up and let...

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

The secret service has its own
time-proven investigatory protocols

which ensure a very high
conviction rate.

I don't care about the courts.
I just want to find Angelica Angel.

Look, if you tai this evidence,
it's my career.

I'm sorry.
Why are you...

Walter's sorry.
It's just that when he's getting close...

One bus line e-ticket
for Drew Skeeter

traveling to Lina, North Dakota?

Let me just take this back.

Sorry.

Don't touch me.

He did that without my permission.

Drew Skeeter is an anagram
for Derek towers.

That's the name the art
teacher is traveling under?

Yep. And the ticket
is for Lina, North Dakota.

Towers and Angelica are
making a run for Canada?

That's exactly
what they are not doing.

And you know this because...

It's exactly what Angelica
wants us to think she's doing...

That anagram, the ticket left behind.

It's a misdirect.

Angelica has made a fatal mistake.

Walter, all we know
is where they aren't going.

That leaves a lot
of other possibilities.

Angelica has a tell.

She does the exact opposite
of what we'd expect.

What's the opposite of Canada?

If we turn the map upside down,

you can easily see that...

Mexico.

Mejico.

Mexico's a pretty big place.

Si, senor.

Where do you want to go now?

To the bus station.

They're on a bus to Mexico.

You are good.

Oh, I'm really good.

Don't get a big head.

¡Rapido!

OK.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

Hey, you guys heading
to Laredo, Texas?

Why Laredo?

It's literally the exact
opposite of Lina, North Dakota.

I'm starting to see how this
woman thinks. I like it.

Hey, buddy!

Do that thing!

Whoo-hoo!

Hey, buddy.

I'm not your beautiful assistant,

and one of these days
I'm going to miss.

Ah. That's your job.

It's okay for ****.

- The cowboy hat.
- It's gotta go.

{pub}How ironic is it
that he's the beautiful assistant

to the missing beautiful assistant?

That's not irony.

Irony is when the apparent
meaning of something

differs from the actual meaning.

Hey. How come towers
wasn't your bust?

Because I'm suspended.

Why? Because your little
t-shirt straitjacket trick.

Will catching towers
make up for that?

No. He's not the ringleader.

Now, the e-ticket was ironic.

Looked like a clue,
it was actually a diversion.

Can you still fool the highway patrol

into thinking you're still
a legit secret service agent?

And ruin my career completely?

Mm... yeah, no, thanks.

The best way to get your career back

is to catch Angelica Angel.

He's got a point.

Nobody on this bus matches
Angelica Angel's description.

That's a very good sign.

OK, now, that response is ironic.

You know, you're like a bomb.

If that magician had never hired you,

he never would have been
charged with counterfeiting,

and he never would have had to
quit doing what he loves doing.

And I would still have a bright
future with the secret service.

We're not looking for Angelica.

That's what
she would expect us to do.

What are we looking for?

Derek towers' luggage.

Got it.

Oh... I let you get me
all excited again and then...

I hate you.

Poor Isabel.

I should be discouraged,

but I am totally exhilarated
by her zigs and zags.

Agent green and I both
feel totally zagged.

May I see that passenger
manifest, please?

All right, what are we looking for?

What have we been looking for
from the beginning?

A girl in a box.

What's the opposite
of a girl in a box?

Negative space again?
A boy not in a box.

Real helpful.

I have to say, I am incredibly
attracted to you.

Mwah!

Hello, Angelica.

Leo! It's the beautiful assistant!

She's a contortionist.

God, I can't hold her.
Help me!

Gaah!

Get her leg!

No!

Come on, stop!

Put her down.

Like a little badger.

Here we go.
There you go.

There.

You finally got what
you were looking for... a girl in a box.

Oh, God, she's...

Slippery.

Nothing in the vault?

Junk. Photos, like that.

Nothing valuable.

He locks a vault filled with nothing.

Walter's a crazy man.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate you trying.

I won't forget it.

Timo, wait.

I need to talk to you both.

What's this all about?

We need to help Willa and Timo.

Help them with what?
Elope?

What is this, some sort
of Romeo and Juliet thing?

That story did not end well.

Financially.

What does she know?

I... well, we were just...

You shared our private
matters with an outsider?

A police outsider?

Why does Timo need money?

Are you pregnant, Willa?

I'm a virgin, Leo.

So unless I'm carrying
the messiah, no.

I have almost $3,000 saved up
for a convertible.

By which I mean I have
just over $1,000.

But I want you to have it.

What can you spare?

For what?

Leo, can you just trust
that this is for something good?

How do I know this isn't
some kind of scam?

I'm engaged to Timo.

- What?
- Willa.

- It was arranged by my Uncle shad.
- Willa!

What?

But Timo loves someone else.

Timo can buy his way out
of this arranged marriage,

but in order to do that, he'll end
up doing something really illegal

and dangerous.

How much money do you need?

$25,000.

Timo.

We need $10,000.

I got it covered.

Just look at these earrings.

That is your engagement present.

Thank you.

If you gotta stay overnight,

stay in one of the other
trailers, all right?

I'll show you.

Willa, I believe you have
something of mine.

What?

Willa got into the vault.

You stole from Walter?

No.

I mean, I took something,
but it was for you.

If I were going to steal something,
I'd have taken a frame.

Is this... the oval office?

Yeah.

The oval office
is in the white house.

Oh, uh, Willa, I went ahead
and changed the combination

just in case you're tempted
in the future.

Thank you.

♪ Oh, and he's fallin'

♪ and you've got him callin' ♪

You've been cleared
of all wrongdoing.

My beautiful assistant was more
interesting and talented than I am

in every possible way.

That's the way I feel about
my beautiful assistants.

You do?

Thank you, but I'm gonna
take that job

with my brother installing
windows in Wenatchee.

But magic is your mistress.

A mistress I love,
but it doesn't love me back.

I hate magic,

and I applaud your exciting new
career in window installation,

but, uh...

It's pretty good stuff in here.

Now, if you just do this and this,

Phoenix will work.

Oh, my God.

Yeah, but you thought
of this, not me.

Go ahead and sell the trick.

It should settle my bill
with Mr. Knox.

You know, if Angelica
had helped you the way

a real beautiful assistant should,

you'd have figured it out yourself.

The problem is, sir,
that unlike Walter,

you stink at choosing
your beautiful assistants.

I can give you the name of
a very trustworthy secret service agent

who's considering a career change.

Just do what I did.
Find somebody you can trust.

That'll change your life.

If you ever need me

or the great Presto Malatesta,

I owe you.

You were hoping he'd disappear
in a puff of smoke.

Yeah, I really was.

But there's no such thing as magic.

Come on.