Merritt McKinney, Daniel Atlas, Andrea Atlas, Henley Reeves, Jack Wilder. Arthur Tressler and the MGM Grand proudly present's The Five Horsemen.
"Thank you!" Merritt called out into the audience as the announcer finished the introduction. "Tonight we would like to try something that well, will, set us a bit apart."
For out final trick," Henley continued walking down the steps from the centre of the stage. "We're gonna do something never before on a Las Vegas stage."
"Or any stage for that matter," Jack re-iterated.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Danny said walking up the raised platform to Andy.
"Tonight," Andy continued. "We are going to rob a bank"
The crowd went wild, screaming its answer to the performers.
"That's a lot of excitement for a crime," Danny noted with a smile.
"I'm getting excited. What about you, people?" Henley called out.
On one side of the stage, Merritt and Jack counted to three before jumping and high fiving each other.
"Okay, Okay!" Danny tried to calm the audience down. "Now, please, please, settle down."
"Now who here has a bank they would like us to rob?" Andy asked as the crowd quieted a little. All over people began jumping up and now waving their hands.
"That's a lot of people with a vendetta," Danny mused. "So we'll choose one at random then."
Henley, Merritt and Jack all held out bowls full ping-pong balls.
"My associates will make sure it's random. Right?" Danny asked as they asked people to pick a ball.
"In Jack's bowl are ping pong balls with section numbers. Jack could you hand Andy a section number?"
Jack tossed the ball across the stage to Andy, who was still standing beside Danny.
"Thank you," she said as she caught it. "Okay everyone, we are looking at Section B."
"Where is Section B?" Danny asked.
In the crowd a bunch of cheers rose up around where Section B was.
"Okay. There. It's going to be one of you guys. Get ready."
Every one began screaming again in excitement.
"Merritt can you hand Andy a row, please?"
Merritt tossed the ball over to the woman with a smile.
"Thank you Merritt," Andy called out, catching it on a bounce. "We are looking at row number 5."
"Where is that?" Danny asked, only for everyone in row five to let of a scream.
"And Henley, could you please toss Andy a random seat number?"
Henley grabbed the ball from a guy in the audience and tossed it over.
"Okay," Andy began. "Lucky number 13."
"B-5-13. Where are you?" Danny pointed out into the crowd. Noticing that someone was making his way to stand he acknowledged them.
"Sir, please, stand up. There you are," Danny said as the man stood fully. "Hi! Could you just confirm to me that this is, in fact, your seat?" He gestured to the tree balls in Andy's hand. "B-5-13?"
The man turned around to check. "Yes,"
"Okay. Wonderful." Danny continued as Andy through the balls off stage. "Now, could you please tell us your name and the name of your bank?"
The man nodded. "Well, my name is Etienne Forcier. And my bank, it's Credit Republican de Paris."
"Ahh, François," Andy said in an accent. "Bienvenue à notre spectacle." Etienne smiled at the younger woman.
"French. Okay," Danny said, baffled that Andy could speak French. "We were hoping for something a little more local, a kind of mom-and-pop credit union with no security. But that's fine, a promise is a promise."
"Could you please come up to the stage?" Andy asked. "And we'll rob your bank."
"And while he does that, there is someone here tonight, without whom we would just be five magicians working the circuit, trying to get… Well, actually, trying to get here. You probably know this man, if not from one of the many, many companies he puts his name on."
"He is our friend." Andy continued as Danny walked down the meet Merritt and Henley. "He is our benefactor. Mr. Arthur Tressler!"
"Please, stand up, Art. Please, stand up." Danny picked up after his wife.
"The only man here with the Queen's cell phone number," Merritt added with a smile.
"Actually, please, stay standing, Art," Danny continued as Jack led Etienne onto the stage. "I want to say that when we came to Mr. Tressler, we promised that, as a unit, we could become the biggest name in magic."
Merritt waved to Arthur before walking away towards Etienne.
"So we wanted to say, 'Thank you.'" Henley continued. "And by the way Art, you notice the sign out front, we made sure we put your name on top."
Someone handed Arthur a mic so he could talk to the group.
"If you turn out to be as good as you think you are, dear girl, that won't be necessary much longer." He said smiling.
"We haven't done our closer yet," Henley reminded him. "Why don't you watch it and then you can decide for yourself. Ladies and Gentlemen, Arthur Tressler!"
"Thank you!" Danny took over allowing Henley time to make her way back to centre stage. "And, of course, once again, the Cardinal of Clairvoyance, Merritt McKinney!" Danny waved a hand towards Merritt, allowing him to talk.
"Etienne, what Jack is bringing to the stage now, is what we in the magic world call a teleportation helmet."
Jack walked in a circle around Etienne to showcase the object.
"You will need to wear this, as it will allow you to literally fold through space and time to your bank in the 8th?" Etienne lightly shook his head. "9th arrondissement." The French man smiled.
"Now, once you are there, we will be able to speak with you through this helmet."
Jack began to put the silver helmet onto Etienne causing Merritt to pause and awe the object.
"Oh, my God, that's beautiful. It has the added attraction of being very stylish it's about time that the French learned from America on that subject." Merritt continued as Jack quickly adjusted it around Etienne's head.
"Is that just a beautiful piece of headgear?" Andy asked the crowd.
"It is, isn't it?" Merritt agreed.
"Thank you! Thank you very much!" Etienne told the audience.
"But," Danny said, walking up the stairs taking a deck of cards from Andy. "Before you go anywhere, could you please pick a card, any card." Danny joked, pulling the deck away. "No, that's an old American joke. You can pick that one."
"You need to get a new joke Danny," Andy said causing the crowd to laugh.
Danny shook his head as Etienne grabbed a card,
"Show it to your friends in section B. But not to us." Danny said turning away. "Okay, great. Now if you could just sign your name there." He handed Etienne a marker. 'In English if possible."
Andy laughed lightly as she walked by. Seeing that the card was signed, Danny continued. "Put it in your pocket."
"And now for one tiny detail. Mrs. Atlas would you be so kind?" Henley asked.
"No problem," Andy smiled as the crowd gasped, shocked that the revelation. She pulled out a long black scarf and threw it into the air. It twirled around, shrouding the centre-most part of the stage before revealing a contraption. The audience clapped at the brilliant display.
"Now," Merritt began. "Etienne, let's step into this cockamamie contraption, and I'll step off of it. Bonne chance."
Merritt back up as Danny and Jack stepped forward to pull a screen down.. "It's 11:50 p.m. here in Vegas. That's 8:50 a.m. in Paris. Your bank opens in less than 10 minutes."
Everyone backed up as Henley grabbed the controls for the teleporter.
"One," Merritt began the countdown. "Two.."
"Three!" Henley said, pushing a button down on the controls. The machine let out a bright light and slammed the top and bottom half together.
"What the fuck?" Merritt breathed out, confused. "That wasn't supposed to happen like that, was it?" he looked around the stage as everyone started calling his name. "I liked that little French guy. Where'd he go?"
Suddenly the screens set around the stage began to clear up and show Etienne's face.
"Wait, there he is," Danny pointed at the screen. The audience began to cheer, relieved that he wasn't hurt.
"No, no, no, no," Danny began, trying to quiet the crowd. "This is Daniel Atlas. Can you hear me?" he waited but didn't get a reply.
"Etienne? Are you okay?" Andy interceded.
"Yes." Etienne's voice came through the camera attached to him.
"Perfect," Danny continued. "What do you see in there?"
"Money," Etienne replied, reaching a hand out to touch the bills. "Is this real?"
"Yes," Danny told him. "Looks like three million or so Euros' worth."
Danny gave Etienne a moment to catch his breath, due to how overwhelmed he was.
"Okay, now, here's what we're gonna need you to do," Andy continued. "I want you to take the card that you signed out of your pocket. And I want you to take the ticket stub from tonight's show, and I want you to put it right there in the middle of the money."
Andy waited until his hand hovered over the bills.
"Now drop it," Danny said, taking over again. "Now, on the side of your helmet you should feel a button. Don't press it just yet." Danny interfered as Etienne began grabbing around his head.
"That button activates an air duct that connects Paris to Las Vegas. Okay good," Danny took a breath. "Now you can press it."
"All right, now, Etienne," Jack began smiling. "Hold on tight. You might feel a bit of a vacuum."
Merritt laughed lightly at the warning as the bills on screen began to swirl around and get sucked out of the ceiling. Etienne began to laugh as money swirled around his face.
'Wait a second," Danny told the crowd. Just before bills began to stream from the circling around the room. The audience jumped up trying to grab the money as the horsemen laughed.
"Thank you, Etienne! Thank you everyone!" Danny said as the rest of the group cheered.
"We are the Five Horsemen!" they all called.
"And Good night!" Henley shouted into the crowd of joyous people.
They all walked up to the raised platform and gripped hands before bowing in unison.