THE DELUSIONIST

The murmur of the masses ebbs as the curtain parts.

The spot light draws our attention to center stage, 29 up.

A MadJitt show performed as the newest member of their elite club , has to make the impossible disappear

A shake down crew is coming.

We can see them jog down the sidewalk.

This young man's friends? brothers? Force him to force a phone where the sun don't shine and reception is shitty.

He says, "I Can't!"

They make sure he can.

Can you hear me now?

The number one rule of MAJIK , is don't expose the trick.

If the ones you call brother makes you put something that doesn't belong, in a place that it doesn't belong, You Da Trick!

No, I'm sorry jitterbug, You Da Hoe, cause you ain't even getting paid.

You joined for protection.

Isn't that something you should want protection from?

The D.O.C. , the Delusionist orifice casualty.

And now for our next act of deception.

Buddy yells and cusses so loud on the securus phone, we know it's a performance. Something he wants the world to witness.

With hurtful words she should never hear, he saws a woman in half.

Killing her.

I don't know how or why, but somehow she repeats this performance night after night.

You remember the number one rule of MAJIK?

Here I go again, telling you how he does it.

He slights Her hand.

He devalues the most valuable.

This Warlock thinks she's a whore locked in with him.

He is wrong.

Darlin' ,don't answer the phone.

You are pretty.

You are precious.

You are powerful.

He needs You!

His hocus pocus focus doesn't work without you.

The D.O.C., the Delusionists obedience conditioning.

And now for our Grande Finale!

It's the old , "Pull a Rabid act out of his...hat".

It doesn't matter who they are.

Pick a card.

Any ID card will do.

They're all filthy convicts, right?

Just don't show the audience the way he puts them back in the deck.

All marked up, bent and broken.

Did you see the way he decked him?

He doesn't need smoke and mirrors.

He just turns off the cameras.

Houdini think he is.

He the one with the badge.

The other officers won't call him on his tricks.

They might need him to conjure up an alibi for them.

According to officer's statement, it's our fault.

We saw what was up his sleeves.

The D.O.C., the Delusionist obliging collective.