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Previously on "Magic City"...

- Come.
- To Cuba?

Why not?
The fight is on--

via headphones
--our fight.

If you really do not want
this child,

| do.

Ike: My signed contracts
with the Cuban government.

Sy: | suggest we revisit this whole
thing Friday night after the vote.

Sy, | just want Ben gone.

Ben: Where's Sloat?
The vote is in four days.

Then grab his fat fucking ass
off the Senate floor

and get him on the phone
with me now!

Fly up to Tallahassee?

You have someone in your office,
very close to you,

- who works for Ben Diamond.
- Who is the mole?

If you'll excuse us, me and Miss Silver
have some business to discuss.

Danny, wait.

He wants you to work
at Renee's whorehouse.

11 RZe 1V g

Vera: Stevie,
he loves you.

Stevie: ke wants to be
a good man,

but he's playing at it.

Next time
you come back here,

come back for me,

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- Lily: You trust me, lke?
- What is this?

The end of Ben Diamond.

Nicky: Open your
fucking eyes.

gunshot

Hey! Let's get out
of here!

theme music playing

- phones ringing
- typewriter keys clacking

What are you doing here?

I'm looking for your boss.

- Where is his office?
- door opens

Excuse me,
Jack Klein's office?

Down the hall
and to the right.

Thank you.

See you soon.

- Dad.
- What the hell?

Thanks.

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Mr. Evans.

| assume you've come
to turn yourself in.

What's this?

The key to the governor's
mansion.

That is
every illegal dollar

that Ben Diamond
took in this year,

every payoff,
every bribe.

It is a detailed
and accurate record

of Ben Diamond's
o

right there
in your fucking hands.

You get the diary,

but you drop this
third-rate case

you've got against me
and Sid Raskin.

| don't make deals.

- Fine.
- | can simply take it

and have you arrested for,
| don't know,

hell, conspiracy
or as an accomplice to all of this.

True.

But then "The Miami Herald"
and "News" get their copies

and you become the DA

who reads about it in the paper
like every other schmuck

instead of the crusading DA
that nailed Ben Diamond.

| want you to hold
a news conference today.

| want this bomb
dropped

before the gambling vote
tomorrow.

| will never make a deal
with you-- never.

Because that would mean
| have become

what I'd sworn
to destroy--

I've become you.

No, Mr. Evans, no.

| will arrest and convict

and execute Ben Diamond.

And | will do so
standing on a pile of your bones.

You know,
| have a daughter--

Lauren.

She's 13 years old.

If something
happened to her like--

L CRETS
that your daughter,

that any girl
would get hurt in my place--

| am truly sorry, Jack.

I'll see you at home.

Sweets.

Yeah?

How long did you date
Nicky Grillo up in Tampa?

Three months.

| see.

He got me out of there.

| really wasn't with him
very long.

That's fine. That's fine.

| assume
that you shot him

because you thought
that your liaison

would displease me.

In fact, | really
couldn't give a shit.

Although the idea
of you fucking that rodent

makes me
a little queasy.

Well, he was threatening
to tell you, so | had--

| understand.
| understand.

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How long
have you known Sy?

Sy. Sy.

Sy Berman.

RO I AN l=Igy
when | met you

back at the Zebra Lounge
in Chicago.

You guys all used to
come there.

What? | don't know Sy?

| met him taking him to his table
a couple of times.

Jesus fuck, Ben,
everyone in Chicago

knows who
Sy Berman is.

This would be a lie
that | could not forgive,

my love.

This would be a lie

that could cause you
great pain.

I'm not lying.

knocks

- men conversing on tape
- turns off recorder

- Nice.
- Alan.

All right, Pierce,

make it quick.
| don't have all fucking day.

Your friend Victor's
in some deep shit.

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Go back to your hotel.

- Vic, we need to talk.
- No, we really don't.

- It's about Tiburon.
- By what fucking right

do you come here?
By what right do you come here?

| saw your press conference.
You shook that murdering bitch's hand.

Did you thank her after
for killing Maria?

Fuck you.

Vic, Pierce is CIA.

He bugged Tiburon's room.

He came to me to warn me
that you are in trouble.

Vic, he said that Tiburon
lied to you about Maria.

Vic.

She didn't die
in his arms.

She was found in a fishing net
drifting at sea

two days later.

geese honking

Mercedes, you had my heart
the moment | saw you,

the moment you smiled
my way.

You don't know m--

Yes, | think | know you.

I'm not
who you think | am.

- Who is that?
- A good girl.

A good Cuban girl.

Fine. Tell me your worst secret
and I'll tell you mine. Hmm?

You won't want me
anymore.

You're pregnant.

| heard you being sick,

twice, in the mornings,

first time at my radio station
when | hired you

and then
at the Miramar Playa.

You want me to tell you
my secret?

You are the first woman
I've ever truly wanted.

I've never felt that--

what, hunger maybe?

Yeah, the hunger
for a woman until--

till | met you.

Do you want this baby?

Gentlemen, could we take this
outside, please?

Men: Sure.

Boy, | tell you, nothing sours
a good day in paradise

like the sight
of Miami's finest.

Sorry, boss.

One of our guests was found
on the beach early this morning.

- Drowned?
- No. Shot in the head

and welded into
a 55-gallon oil drum.

Jesus Christ.

A guest?

Nicky Grillo,
a Tampa mobster.

Santo's number two.
Santo's still in Havana.

Nicky was probably
running the show up there.

A made guy like that
hit in Miami?

Haven't seen that down here
in years.

Never met him.
Never saw him.

Vincent, can we help?

I'll take the guys up right now
to go through his room.

All right, the service entrance
and elevator, okay?

- Absolutely, boss.
- Thank you, fellows.

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sent by Ben Diamond.

And if you don't think
for a second

that this isn't gonna start
an outright mob war--

But to link his death
to the gambling bill

without proof? I'll need
a few weeks to dig into it.

We have a few hours.

If this story doesn't run
by tomorrow afternoon,

the vote will pass
tomorrow night

and blood will run down
Collins Avenue on Saturday.

| simply don't have
the facts.

Sir, we go to press
at 11:00 AM tomorrow.

The papers are on the stands
by 4:00 PM.

There is no way | can do a news story
in that amount of time.

What if it's an editorial,

not a hard news piece--

an opinion--
Meg's opinion?

What if Margaret Bannock

from the oldest and most powerful
family in Miami Beach

wrote an outraged,
fact-based editorial

on the Nicky Grillo
gang murder,

the crime war that is
looming over our heads,

and linked it
to the gambling vote?

| could mention rumors

of vote corruption,
of mob-bought state senators.

Why not?

One person-- my opinion

about this gambling bill.

Jim, would you
run that tomorrow?

On the goddamn
front page.

Meg chuckles

This is your story, lke.
| can't--

- We will write it together.
- Okay.

Mr. E for you.

Oh. One moment.
Thank you.

Hello.

Hey. I'm gonna be stuck here
for a little while, okay?

We've got to write an article
for the newspaper tomorrow.

It's really important, V.

Fine. | understand.

| love you.

| love you more.

quiet song playing

| want that--

what you have--

no question,

no doubt.

You're a lucky woman.

Yes.

Lucky.

| love my husband.

| do.

| love him
and | can't give him a baby.

Please help me, Mercy.

Trust me, please.

| need to think.

clock chiming

It's done.

Hand me my pen.

The Senate chaplain
will now read the prayer.

Chaplain: Thank you,
Mr. President.

Let us pray.

All: Our Father,
which art in heaven,

hallowed be Thy name,
Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done

on earth
as it is in heaven.

- door opens
- Danny: Can | speak with you, sir?

- door closes
- Have a seat.

Obviously | know that you have
my father connected to Ben Diamond.

- It's not personal, Danny. It's--
- Yeah, | know.

- It's the law.
- | know, but you once drove me

to Ben Diamond's house
and asked me a question.

You asked me, what would | do
to destroy that kind of evil?

You say you have proof
that my father is a crooked hotel man.

Maybe he is,
but he's not evil.

He's not
why you're here, sir.

| saw your daughter that night.
It was horrible.

| know why you hate
my father.

He's a lot of things.

But it would be so wrong,
such a loss

if that night turned you
from the real reason,

from your real mission here,
if it distracted you for one minute.

That's all.

Thank you for your time.

It's really beautiful.

Mildred would be--

would be very proud.

So I'll see you tonight
at Shabbat?

Depends.

- You got me ringside?
- both chuckle

Not now, Moe.

It's important.

Excuse me, Rabbi.

What?

They just found Nicky G
in an oil drum

over on the 10th Street beach.

He was shot in the eye
and somebody cut off his ear.

Aw, fuck.

Excuse me, Rabbi.

That fucking Benny.

Get the car.

Rabbi, shalom.
I'll see you tonight.

Thanks very much.

- intercom buzzes
- Flo: Jack Klein on one.

Hello.

Klein: You have your deal.

Give me the diary
and | will suspend

my investigation
of you and your attorney.

Should | be able to verify
the information you hand me,

| will drop all charges
against you both.

You have my word.

Okay. Thank you.

Thank your son.

women chattering

knocks

Stevie Evans, please.

Hey, Stevie.

Hey.

- I'm kind of busy.
- | can see that.

Can we talk?

Okay, talk.

Somewhere else.

We can talk out here.

Are you okay?

Stevie: Should clear
10 grand tonight.

Ike: | mean you.

Stevie: I'm terrific.

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Listen to me.

Ben is going down.
Klein has him.

| know this to be a fact,
all right?

And it's gonna
happen soon.

Ben is gonna go to prison
forever.

And | don't want you
going with him.

Thank you.

You're my son, all right?
| don't want--

For throwing me out
of the Miramar.

It's the best fucking thing
that ever happened to me.

- Stevie.
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You do not ever
fucking touch me again.

- Is that your dad?
- What?

Handsome guy.
He looks just like you.

door closes

This righteous bill
will earn more money

for our fine state of Florida
in gambling taxes

than any and all other taxes
generated

and collected in Florida
in this entire year's time.

cheering and applause

Now-- now | insist--

| insist, out of respect
to this august body

and our history
of civil discourse,

that we all engage
in along

and thorough debate
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and then wise up and vote
the goddamn thing into law.

cheering and applause

Thank you.

Mr. President.

Ben: The putz
was dealing guns

in my backyard.

Maybe he met
an unsatisfied customer.

His ear was cut off.

Barbaric.

Let me ask you,
are you trying, like,

extra hard to make sure
you get yourself killed?

‘Cause my friends called and they
asked for permission to talk to you.

I'm an open book.

Sy, you know, you should really
get yourself one of these.

- You know, | got one that--
- The vote is taking place right now.

As we speak, yes.

And you are not
concerned at all

about how this barbaric act
is gonna affect the vote?

| mean, we really don't need
any more publicity.

You understand that,
don't you, Ben?

The vote is ours.

- Yeah.

I'll see you tonight
after the vote.

And either way, you make sure
you look for me, okay?

Ben chuckles

Okay. Good-bye.

Syrus, don't forget
the tux tonight.

Yeah.

If that vote fails, | want that
piece of shit floating with Nicky.

Go ahead.

The end of Ben Diamond.

men chuckling

We got him.

You got him, sir.

It will be our job to study
and faithfully follow every lead.

We will validate each and every fact
included in it.

And we will carefully
and methodically build

an airtight case in which
to suffocate the Butcher.

Be right back. I'll get the files.
This is fucking amazing.

Klein: Okay, first thing
we nheed to do

is have this diary
transcribed.

Pavoni, Norheim, Gatel,
| want you guys on that.

line ringing

phone rings

Diamond residence.

- Bel, it's me.
- Dougie, my boy, vi geyts?

Dougalah.

Dougie.

Mr. President, | believe
this is my last colleague

who has requested to speak
on this matter.

- people chattering
=

Mr. President, | call for yea-or-nay
roll call vote on this bill now.

bangs gavel
Order, please.

The esteemed senator
from Pinellas County

has requested a roll call vote
for SB 642.

Do | hear a second?

Drew.

| second.

President: We have a second
to the motion.

| will now call the roll.
The bill must be agreed to

by a two-thirds vote
of the Senate.

- What the hell is going on here?
- Senator, some guys in the lobby

- are handing out free newspapers.
- Give me that.

Christ in high heels.

Benny, Sy's on the phone.

Of course he is.

Take a message.

- Man: Adams.
- Nay.

- Blair.
- Nay.

- Brackin.
- Nay.

- Branch.
- Nay.

- Bronson.
- Nay.

- Carlton.
- Nay.

- Caraway.
- Nay.

Senator Sloat! Senator Sloat!
Is there any truth to these allegations?

- How long have you known Ben Diamond?
- all clamoring

What do you have
to say, sir?

quiet music playing

chuckles Hey.

Meg the rabbi
sure can write.

You speaketh the truth.

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kisses

insects chirping

Sy: You built
something here, kid.

Yeah, | know.

Sy: Mm.

You know, |--

| used to come down here
in the '20s and '30s.

They had
some hnice joints--

the Fleetwood, Roney's--

but nothing
like this place.

Yeah, we met back then.

Yeah?

I'm Arthur Evans' son.

Uh, | met a lot of guys.

He ran a small sports book
down on Alton-- Artie's--

back before
the S&G syndicate.

Good days.

| suppose they were
for you.

You shut him down.

D B 4

Yeah.

| was there. | saw it.

You came in,
slapped him around,

threw him out
of his own place--

the place he built.

| see.

Tell you what:

| don't think you're gonna
really like the way

this touching story of yours
plays out.

| want my hotel back.

Gambling is dead.

For now.

It's dead.

This place--
it means nothing to you.

And it means everything to me.

And as a going-away gift,

I'm giving you Havana back.

Your dad's still alive?

Yeah.

Good. That's good.
He should be very, very proud.

I'll tell you what | will do:

I'll have our lawyer
draw up a paper,

legally selling you back
the 49% that we own.

On paper, it's yours, legit.

You pay me back the money
you borrowed to build--

$10 million, give or take,

plus a little vig
for my troubles.

And this palace--

RN 7

But, see,

I'm still gonna take

40% of every dollar
that comes in this place.

And then | will accept

your gift of the hotels
and casinos in Havana.

- Sy, | want you--
- No, it's not about you.

This is not about you
anymore.

You will have to
fucking kill me.

RV RYIIR

And not before | kill

every member of your
"Life" magazine family

right in front of your eyes.

Really, I--

| do that kind of thing.

Where do you think
Ben learned it?

What's that?

Read it.

October 21st, 1958,

one day, one ledger entry.

| have the entire
fucking year,

every dollar you ever sent
Ben Diamond,

every dollar
he ever sent you,

where the money
was laundered,

who was paid off.

I've got names.
I've got dates.

It is enough to put you
and that fucking piece of shit away

for the rest of your lives.

- mutters
-1 go,

| disappear--

your business is on the DA's desk
and on the front page

of every fucking newspaper
in the world tomorrow.

Who gave you this?
Who gave you this?

Who gives a shit?

It's real, and you know it.

You keep that.

You read it to Fat Moe
before you go to sleep tonight.

And then
you take Havana

and the millions you lost
back like we agreed.

You step away from my hotel
like we agreed.

Or you can do
what Ben Diamond would do:

you can be stupid.

You can kill me.

But you will lose

hundreds of millions
of dollars.

And | promise you this, Sy:

you will die

the oldest fucking Jew
in Raiford penitentiary.

| will tell my father
you say hello.

| was gonna
do that myself.

You decide, lke...

before | change my mind.

Go on, get the fuck out.

Get the Goffsteins.
I'll be right away.

Hmm.

- quiet music playing
- sniffs

- quiet music playing
- sniffs

Lily: Ben.

Are you ready to go?

Uh, no, I've got
some work to do.

You run along.
Go without me.

Alone? | don't want to go
without you.

Nonsense.

We must
keep up appearances.

Tell them that my gout
is flaring up. laughs

I'd rather not.

&

sniffs

Oh, and bring Stevie.

Really?

I-- I-- | thought you didn't
want that anymore.

Our love is strange.

Chick will take you,
watch over you at the party,

make sure that you don't bang him
like a fucking whore.

And he'll
escort you back safely.

And I'll be waiting
for you upstairs--

both of you.
chuckles

sniffs

Go. Go.

She will be your equal partner.
Meg will own half of our world.

She will have you.
Ike, please.

Have me?
That's insane.

You don't know women.
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All right, look,
| owe Sy Berman $10 million.

| owe the mob $10 million.

Now if Meg
can come in with me,

| can use her money
to pay Sy back.

And then I'll pay
her loan back monthly.

Look, | would much rather
owe Meg Bannock money

than the Chicago oultfit.

It's just business.

Not to her. lke.

If | asked you
not to go to her,

if | told you it would--
it would hurt me...

| would say that we,
you and |,

have to be stronger
than that.

We have to be.
And we are. | knhow that.

It is right here, V.

It is right in front of me.

| will be right back.
| love you.

men chattering in Spanish

Let me hear the story...

one more time
before we go, please.

The story?

About how you held Maria.

- Please.
- Come on.

Humor me, please.

Victor, we are seconds away
from going.

Humor me.

No. Olvidate.

jCarajo! jEstas loco!

You heal fast,

like a fucking saint.

- Mira este hombre. ;Qué te pasa?
- Tell me the story one more time

- about my wife dying in your arms.
- jOye! {Oye! Salte de mi cara.

- Tell me the story one more time.
- He's crazy with fear!

Tell me the fucking story,
'‘cause | heard another fucking story.

- You're a fucking coward!
- | heard another story, okay?

How my wife
was found at sea

by fishermen,
floated for two days.

So | say now, why?
Why would he fucking lie?

And | look around and | see
you got everybody on a boat--

any motherfucker
who could kill Fidel, on a boat.

And you will deliver them
to the Malecon!

What a gift!
What a fucking gift for him!

- Tell me the fucking--
- gunshot

men chattering

quiet music playing

He's gone crazy.
This vote--

Shh. Calm. Calm.

He knows.
That's why he sent Chick.

- Knows what?
- He knows about us.

What? No, | burned
those pictures.

Another copy. | fucking saw them.
He shoved them in my face.

Stevie, he's known
for months.

Months?

He was gonna kill us--
both of us, then and there.

Why didn't he?

Your husband,
the Butcher,

found out
| was fucking his wife,

and he makes me
his partner?

Why doesn't he kill us?

He will kill us both,
now, tonight.

Ike: You saved my life once.

- Meg: Oh, please. | just--
- No, | mean it.

You did. This--

this is different.

| understand.

You would invest up front.

And | would pay you back
with interest

every month
from our profits

until you've recouped
SV VA 11\

What if | want
to invest now...

and remain
your partner?

That would be
your choice.

Well, I'm just warning you,

I'm not moving into the hotel
with the rest of you.

chuckles
| don't blame you.

- I'll be a good partner.
- | know you.

No, lke.

You really
don't khnow me at all.

I'll have Bryce call your lawyer
in the morning.

Good night, partner.

Good night, Meg.

- He got away?
- For now. We have men--

He's going for Judi Silver.
He's gonna kill her.

She's the only one who knew
he worked for Ben.

Look, she trusted me.
If anything happ--

- Do you know where she is?
Y3

- Get your men there, now.
- Come on.

Do you need some help?

I'm looking for a blonde.

- Oh.
- Platinum blonde.

I'm looking for
a Marilyn Monroe type.

Oh, have | got
the girl for you.

Come along.

woman moaning

man speaking Hebrew

- distant siren wailing
- Ben, you son of a bitch.

You're fucking dead.

- cocks gun
- gunshot

- Ben coughing
- Stevie.

cocks gun

| forgive you.

gun clicks

coughing

Lee: Missus, missus,
are you all right?

Lily: Stevie, go.

door closes

Get comfortable, sweetie.

I'm just looking
for the right--

- women screaming
- Second floor.

- Judi Silver, Juan.
- Upstairs.

Check down there.

Man: Over there.
Spread out.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, fuck. Fuck.

It's okay. I've got you.
I've got you.

Fuck. Fuck.

Judi, Judi.

Judi, look at me.
Look at me.

Hey, hey, hey.
Judi. Judi.

Fuck. Ethan!

Oh, God, I'll--
I'll call an ambulance.

phone ringing

Hello. Hello.

- Man: Mrs. Evans.
- Yes. Who is this?

It's Antonio Rivas,
a friend of Mercedes Lazaro.

I'm sorry for the call
at such a late hour.

What is it?
Is something wrong?

Mercedes asked me
to tell you,

she wanted you to know

that she's well, but...

there was a miscarriage.

She lost the baby.

Is Mercy okay?

Yes. She's sleeping now,
but she's fine.

Thank you.
Thank you.

hangs up

- What's going on?
- I'm leaving.

What do you mean,
you're leaving?

Home, this place, you.

Danny.

| can't stay here
another fucking second,

‘cause if | do,
I'm afraid I'll become like you.

What, successful?

A good husband, father?

You must be
very proud, Pop.

Where's Stevie?
Where the fuck's Stevie?

Running Ben Diamond's
whorehouse? Well done.

I'm getting as far away from you
as | fucking can.

Lauren's fine.
She's tied to you.

But wait till she figures out
who the fuck you are.

You gonna hit me?
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Tell me I'm wrong.
Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me I'm wrong. Tell me I'm wrong.

Tell me you don't live with fucking
mobsters and whores and murderers.

Tell me you don't swim
in the sewer with that shit.

That is what | do,
not who | am.

| do it to protect you--
protect you from all this.

| do it because
| love you, Danny.

Don't.

Don't love me.

Judi said that you were a hero
for killing Jimmy,

for saving her life.

Maybe. Maybe you had
no choice that night.

But what about tonight?
What about every other night?

That is you.
It's not me.

This is your fucking life.
It's not mine.

I'm saving myself
from you.

Danny.

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- car approaches

J This morning... J

gun clicks

J As | thought

J Of the good old days

JI've had J

J Somebody tell me

J I've got to know J

J'Is this the end? J

J 'Cause l've lost everything J

J | have no friend,
but it's no use... J

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Oh, and you will survive.

You're just too bad to die.

You will survive,

and then--

then | will convict you

and you will burn
in the electric chair.

Oh, I've got you, Ben.

I've got you dead to rights.

song continues
J | would not be in this shape J

J Today J

J Somebody please tell me J

J I've got to know J

J'Is this the end? J

J 'Cause l've lost everything J

J' | have no friend J

J I'm trying to tell you
it's no use crying, no, no J

J No use crying J

J No use
crying J

J He's here today J

J Tomorrow he's gone away J

J And then you've lost everything

J And you have no friend J

J But it's no use crying, no, no J

J No use crying J

J No use
crying. J

upbeat song playing
JAll right &

J Going back to Miami J

J Going back
to Miami J

J I'm going back to my girl J

J Going back to my girl /

J | said, I'm going back
to Miami J

J Going back to Miami J

J Going back to my girl /

J Going back
el 1 |14 I

J All aboard the night train
for Miami, Florida, ha!

J' | gotta get back
to my baby

J And take her
in my arms again, ha! /

J' | gotta get back
to my baby

J |l ain't seen her
since | don't know when J

J' | gotta get back down
to Florida J

J And lay out
in the morning sun, ha!

J I've got to get back
to Miami J

J And have a whole lot
of fun J

J 'Cause there ain't nobody
in the whole world J

J Like me and my girl J

J So I'm going back to Miami J

J | said, | gotta get back down
to Miami, Florida J

J All aboard the night train J

J The night train to Miami J

J | gotta get back down...