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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.

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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.

IR CE N YRR 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.

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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 o AR A =N 1a0= 8

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.

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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--

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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.

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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. TR =Rl O

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? ST el Rl A -

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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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...