Original subtitles

Previously on "Magic City"...

This is for you-- what you wanted--

some names, the days, how much money.

- | can't do it anymore. - Do what?

Dance.

My knees, my body-- | can't.

No, I'm a law student.

oY1 I

- Sweetheart. - Daughter.

There was an illegal weapons shipment.

- My cousin-- you were there? - No, | tried to stop it.

You were with them? Leave!

| was your bus ticket out of Weeki Wachee, babe.

| get it. LIl Talo T B

You're goddamn right | am.

| married Ben Diamond.

| am the Butcher's wife.

Nicky: | lost four guys and 50 grand worth of merch.

- You knew nothing? - Nada.

Ike: I'm giving you the convention. | am trusting you

with the Miramar Playa, Stevie.

I've asked my contact in Cuba to rig the National Lottery.

Ben pays out whatever wins in Havana on Saturday.

Cubans give me the winning humbers ahead of time.

We bet huge.

Castro gets to hit the mob hard and make a couple million.

| get my good-faith money and the casinos.

theme music playing

seagulls cawing

seagulls cawing

people chattering in Spanish

lke: Vincent here and his men

will take you each separately to a bolita house.

You will place a bet

on 185--

uno, ocho, cinco. ¢Si?

185.

You will make your bet

and then you will go wait nearby with your driver.

The second the numbers are read in Havana at 1:00,

you will return to the bolita house

and you will collect.

They will pay you 70-to-1.

Your bet of three Gs

gets you $200,000.

You take that cash and you fucking go,

no conversations,

no hesitations.

You walk.

Your boat leaves this dock at 2:00 PM.

Do not be late.

NI o you are on your own.

You get caught--

you die.

- ¢Comprende? N\ I

One question.

Where can | get a good café con leche around here?

QU T - - Come with me.

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Call me at 1:00.

giggling

Women: Look at this.

Hi, Stevie. Hello, doll.

How are you? Hi.

| could get used to this. Oh, | love it.

Man: Welcome to the Miramar Playa.

Man: Let me get that for you, sir.

Photographer: Okay, let's get a good smile now.

Photographer: Beautiful.

men chattering

Excuse me, sir. Would you like to check in?

| believe | just did, son.

guffaws

Follow me.

Stevie: Ladies, this way.

- Welcome to the Miramar Playa. - men cheering

Man: Oh, yeah, ladies.

| will kill him.

We are completely booked, SV G R g 8

like he said, in July.

With my bare fucking hands.

Stevie said he'll handle it, and he will.

Just trust him.

Mrs. E. Excuse me, Mr. E.

The guy from Roulette Records wants to put a speedboat

and a lady water-skier in our pool for tonight's--

thank you.

Completely booked.

Look, you should get out of here.

We promised Lo we'd all go see a movie together.

- We did? - Yeah.

"Diary of Anne Frank."

Perfect.

Christ.

What?

Look, you go upstairs

and | will be up there before the movie, okay?

Okay.

| would like to buy 185 for today's number.

Okay, my friend.

For how much?

$3,000.

That's not a scratch, man.

I'm gonna have to get some executive approval here.

knocks on door

$3,0007?

Yes.

$3,000.

Where does a skinny greaser like you

get that type of money?

| sold my store.

What are you selling? Cash?

Shoe repair, my friend. Shoe repair.

La madre mia, she die. And she--

she came to me in a dream.

She told me to sell everything--

my house, my store, my car.

She told me to bet la bolita--

her birthday.

You tell your wife about this crazy shit?

‘Cause tonight when y'all are living it up in the Glades,

she's gonna be up in your ass, amigo.

Maurice, take the money.

185 it is, Cisco.

Thank you, sir.

Man: Ly {11}

dogs barking

man speaking on radio

- Bye, Suse. - Bye. | love you.

| love you too. I'll see you at my office

- this afternoon. - door opens and closes

Ilke: Do you know a woman named Theresa Suarez?

Ben: Uh, Suarez?

| knew a Carlos Suarez.

He was a fine bartender ARl ealei 71

Theresa worked here.

She was an elevator operator.

She's gone missing, Ben.

Sounds ominous.

It is ominous.

Or perhaps she just ran off with some well-heeled guest

and is living the life of luxury--

a glass-half-full kind of thing.

Whoever took her, Ben,

is going to pay.

That is a promise.

Isaac, things happen for a reason.

Take Havana.

You will right Castro's injustice to me

and status quo will be re-established.

You cannot be my partner in the Havana hotels, Ben.

- My Havana hotels. - Actually, no. They're Castro's--

Mine!

You being here

right now, in my office,

jeopardizes this deal. Do you get that?

Ben Diamond can play cards in his cabana,

but he cannot be here doing business with me!

Castro's got people everywhere.

He gets a whiff of you near this, near me--

it all goes away.

KA AA1 8

Ben...

you should go.

SR C

in his big office

hatching his big plans.

Huh.

The gambling bill comes to special session next month.

A big night for me

- and you. - object clatters

Judi chuckles What do you want?

- | just want to talk to you. - Yeah, well,

next time bring your fucking camera.

Why is Doug Feehan after you?

| remind him of his mom.

- What do you care? - | just do.

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It's not right.

And that matters to you?

It does, yes.

Buy me an Irish coffee?

playing upbeat song

J | took my baby to adance J

J Soon as the cats all got a glance J

J They started running towards her like a herd of cattle J

J | got into position, but | had no time to battle, 'cause the... J

J Stampede was on, yeah, yeah, yeah...

- giggling - J Stampede was on

J Well, | snatched her off the floor J

J And they all went out the door ‘cause she was gone...J

- Hey, man, it's cool. - No, man, it ain't fucking cool.

Man: Oye, no me empuje, por favor.

woman giggling

J | took my baby to adance J

J Soon as the cats all got a glance J

J They started running towards her like a herd of cattle... J

Out.

Not good. This is not good.

glass shatters

- people exclaiming, clapping - J Stampede of love J

J Well, | snatched her off the floor... J

Watch out. Watch out. Watch out. Move.

quiet song playing

How old are you?

Me too.

Surprised?

Liar.

| don't lie.

Well, then you must be adopted.

In my extensive experience, the Evans men are born liars.

Did my father lie about killing Jimmy Shoes?

Brandy up.

Do you like being 22?

Probably fun, huh?

Do | look young to you?

Yes.

And...

And?

M1

Pretty?

Really?

Very.

What about me is pretty?

Please.

Your skin is beautiful.

Your hair.

Anything else?

Everything else.

You never lie?

chuckles

| never lie.

Your father saved my life.

- So he killed... - A fucking maggot, yes.

He beat Jimmy to death, and thank fucking God he did.

Your father is a hero.

- He's a Kkiller. - Jesus, Danny.

It was self-defense.

Here's what | think:

| think the man I'm looking at,

the one who doesn't lie--

| think he would have done the exact same thing.

Sloat: Moral lines that one simply must not cross.

Graft? Prostitution?

Murder, sir. Murder.

We have a business arrangement, you and |,

a quid pro quo-- fine.

| perform a service and you pay me very well for it,

for which | am grateful.

But when a beautiful brown child, an innocent,

is severely beaten and probably killed--

- dishes clatter - It's too late.

Too late for what?

For you. For this conversation.

It's taking all of my legendary self-control

not to string you up by your fat fucking ankles

and bleed you like an Angus cow.

Now there is a line

that you do not cross--

you do not cross Ben Diamond.

Now you deliver that Senate vote

as promised,

and there's a slight chance

that he won't be wearing your intestines as a necklace.

Now get out of my fucking sight!

Good day to you, sir.

Good day to you, Senator.

Big day, Benny, big fucking day.

Our guys are writing

10, 20 times more bolita tickets than usual.

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Seems tomorrow's July 26,

some big fucking anniversary for Castro.

Guess all the Miami spics are betting like crazy against him.

| mean, we could clear a couple million, Benny,

maybe more.

Well, we can shove that up Sy's ass.

Yeah. The houses are gonna need

more cash on hand, though, in case anybody hits.

Fine. Fine.

Between this and the Miramar casino,

Miami's looking sweet as old Havana.

Because she was a threat, and for this--

Ben killed Theresa Suarez for this.

Theresa was seeing Senator Ned Sloat.

She saw Ben Diamond's money being exchanged,

votes bought, bribes made.

Now there isn't enough to prosecute.

But there is definitely a story

for a good reporter such as yourself to follow.

It will lead to legislative corruption,

Ben Diamond's outfit,

and it will lead

to Theresa Suarez's body.

| know this.

Ben killed her.

And | want her death avenged.

We could start with

a "Whatever Happened to Theresa Suarez?" story,

front page on "The News."

Maybe simultaneously run the first piece on Ben Diamond,

who he is, where he lives,

what he's doing in our town,

why he wants casino gambling.

The Butcher in our town-- that's a very legit story.

To the Secret Six.

Men: Hear, hear. Cheers.

- loud music playing - Man: Welcome, ma'am.

- loud music playing - Man: Welcome, ma'am.

- Hello, sir. - Hello.

J You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree

J You can't judge honey by looking at the bee J

J You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother J

- J You can't judge a book... s - Yeah. Nice to meet you. Let's do it.

Photographer: All right, ladies, let's move around a little bit.

-y Oh...J - Photographer: Very nice.

- J You misjudged me... J - Beautiful.

-J' | look like a farmer... J - Woman: Excuse me.

-J ButI'm alover... J - Excuse me.

- Susie: Sure. - Hey, you must be a singer

or a model.

Ira "Fine" Styne.

Hey, stick with me, beautiful. These waters are swimming with sharks.

SRV GG R - Susie.

Susie "Divine" Klein.

Wait a minute. Styne, Klein-- that's fate,

kismet. chuckles

Now, unless I'm losing my touch, I'm guessing there's a demo in there?

A demo?

- A sample of your music. - Right.

Well, | do have a reel-to-reel | made on my dad's machine.

May | ask you a personal question, sweetheart?

o N VTN - Who is your favorite singer?

That's easy. Peggy Lee.

Oh, Capitol Records' own, SV G R g 8

and a personal friend of mine.

BRI R East Coast Junior VP,

Radio Promotions, Geneva Records"?

Listen, I've got a panel swinging

on the smaller markets in about five minutes.

Now, Peggy Lee-- she's singing at the Atlantis for a lunch thing.

Come by, 1:00. You should meet her.

I'll even introduce you to the whole Capitol team.

Really meet Peggy Lee?

Well, let me have your music. NN T\CR R T B

get it in front of the right ears. And who knows?

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Hey, no promises.

I'll see you at the Atlantis at 1:00.

See you.

chuckles

J You can't judge a fish J

- & By looking in the pond... J - elevator dings

J You can't judge right J

J By looking at the wrong...

Oh, loved the show, Mrs. Evans. You are a wonderful dancer.

Oh, thank you, Ray-Ray.

| snuck in and watched from the lighting booth.

You were really amazing.

Thanks.

Hey, Ray-Ray, do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

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Oh, | don't need the light, not for here.

- thunder rumbling - rain pattering

- Mercy. - Ray-Ray said that you were here, so...

Come. Step into my office.

I'd offer you a cigarette, but | only have--

I'm pregnant.

Mercy.

That's the first time I've said it out loud.

Pregnant.

I'm sick every morning.

And it's different.

| can feel it, you know?

No, | don't know that feeling.

Sorry.

It was once--

once, one time...

my first and my only.

It's crazy, right? It's like God's will or something.

Danny?

crying

Does Danny know?

Do you want the baby?

Judi sighs Shit.

| shouldn't have told you about lke.

- | pushed you. - No.

The brandy.

I'm tired of the secrets, you know?

Your eyes.

Blue eyes usually scare me.

They're mean, usually. But yours are different.

True blue.

My knight in shining armor.

Doug wants you out of Miami.

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Just one secret at a time.

If | tell you everything at once,

| won't get to see you again.

| can't have guns here, Vic,

and an armed conspiracy.

| can't.

Please, you know that Klein is up my ass already.

You don't think Alberto working here,

being your cousin, ties us-- ties me to this?

He died in the middle of a fucking arms deal, Vic.

Every federal law enforcement agency--

phone ringing

picks up receiver Yeah.

Vincent: Just checking in. We're good here.

All right, good. Vic.

| had to call around, make sure the rest of the guys are cool.

- Good luck. - Tell that to Ben.

Look, | will give you until Friday,

and then | want him gone.

Vic, they are onto you now.

Jesus, | like Tiburon, | do. | respect--

You like him?

Really?

Well, we need him.

And you're wrong.

You're wrong.

This hotel, the magnificent thing that it is,

is just a fucking hotel.

In the end, it's just a building.

J' | love my Dinah, De-de Dinah J

- J Love my Dinah, De-de Dinah... J - women chattering

J There ain't no girl that is finer than my rockin’, rollin' Dinah... J

- Hey, Susie. - J De-de Dinah, De-de Dinah J

J Love to squeeze her... J

Hi. Maybe | should come back later.

What? No, come on, come on. Let's go have a Coke.

You know, Peggy Lee-- she's upstairs getting dressed.

She's gonna come down any minute.

Now | told her that you're Peggy Lee, Jr.

She loves your tape.

Peggy Lee heard my demo?

Heard it? She worships it.

Let me get two Cuba libres. Keep them coming, my friend.

You're gonna love this. It's Coke and lime,

except, you know, Cuban-style.

- both chuckle - women giggling

J There's no girl who can beat her when it come to being sweeter J

J Than my Dinah, De-de Dinah... J

women cheering, laughing

If you don't want to see "Anne Frank," just tell me. | can--

| don't want to see it.

Aunt Meg said that we can go to her house for a tea party.

Okay. Okay.

Would you like me to show your new friends

how a real dancer puts on her makeup?

- Yes. - Okay. Meet me in my bedroom.

- My mom's gonna do our makeup! - girls squealing

It's a good day.

Okay, good.

man over radio ...de la Loteria Cubana Nacional.

man #2 speaking Spanish

men cheering

Man: Cinco! Numero cinco!

man continues speaking Spanish

turns off radio

seagulls cawing

Two hundred fucking thousand?

- phones ringing - Fat Tony.

Yes, Fat Tony, what?

No. No! And you fucking paid it?

Two hundred--?

Jacob, till | fucking come--

Jesus motherfucking Christ!

Hey, anytime your mama's ghost want to come visit me...

distant dog barking

- door opens - Well, well, your lucky day, Cisco.

God is good, my friend.

Yes, indeed.

He has been good to a lot of skinny Cubanos

just like yourself,

non-blessed, rag-ass motherfuckers

just like you.

| know the Bible.

I'm a scholar of that shit--

Genesis,

LIS

Leviticus,

Deuteronomy,

Numbers.

Funny thing about God--

God is good...

until He ain't.

gunshot

Two million fucking dollars? God damn!

phone rings

Vincent.

- | just heard a gunshot inside. - You think they shot our boy?

They know they've been hit and they're gonna want answers.

The Butcher's gonna want to see him, and that's a whole different story.

Stay put. Don't do anything. I'm on my way.

No, boss, | don't think that's a good idea. Maybe you should just--

- typewriter keys clacking - phones ringing

people chattering

Well, we're in rock 'n’ roll heaven, babe.

- Here. - What is it?

That is a red dilly.

It is gonna make you sing like Lady Day.

Here you go, boo. Yeah, that was a good one.

- Man: Place your bets. - people chattering

In this corner, wearing the white tube socks,

weighing in at 212 pounds, from Delito Records,

- Jumping Johnny Tuchman. - Men: Johnny, go! Johnny! Johnny!

And our challenger from Helio Records,

and looking like something | just blew out of my nose,

Battlin' Bobby Watts!

Men: Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

Welcome, ladies and gents, to the first annual

Cardozo Records cunnilingus competition.

Which challenger can get one of our lovely ladies to come first

and using only his tongue?

- loud song playing - people cheering

moaning

Men: Go, go, go, go, go!

- shattered glass clinking - Benny, come on.

Mike should be there any second.

He'll pick the spic up, he'll bring him back here,

and you can have, you know, a heart-to-heart with him.

Alive, Belvin. | need him alive.

Of course. Come on. Sit down, boss.

Sit down. Take it easy, Benny.

Get him a couple of shots or something, will ya?

Where are you going?

To Lincoln Road. Saks is having a sale--

Ben: Fuck Saks.

| have a slight business issue.

| prefer if you stayed at home, here, with me.

Okay.

Sure.

A show of marital support.

Good girl.

children chattering

All right, they come out-- you grab our guy.

I'll pull over, toss him in-- we're gone.

Vincent: Smash and grab.

starts engine

tires screeching

muffled gunshot

tires screech

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- man screaming - dog barking

cocks gun

Vincent: Get out of here. Let's go. Let's go, come on.

Fuck me.

- dogs barking - Motherfuckers.

- Hey, come on, get out of here. - Danny: Stevie!

Pull the plug. Dad walks in now-- you are fucked.

Get the fuck out of here. | can handle this.

woman speaking Spanish

Vic: Come on. Come on. Vamos. Vamos.

women screaming

Stop! Stop right the fuck now!

QIR Tl

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, fuck.

- Get an ambulance! - Okay.

- Get a fucking ambulance! - Okay, okay.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

puffs

coughing

Come here. Come here.

Okay. Okay.

Danny: Okay.

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Is she all right?

| fucking hope so.

Stevie, she's Jack Klein's daughter.

Danny: Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Thank you, Mr. Butterball.

Yes, | appreciate all your help.

Goodbye.

He's gone.

Who?

The spic that stole my two million dollars.

He's gone.

Somebody snatched him-- =R oo}

Ben. Benny. Hey, Benny.

- | wanted him. - Think, Ben.

- And he's gone. - Think, okay? Not me.

- Not-- - | wanted him!

Not me. Not me, Benny.

Who? Who? Who?

LT Yd " 1T Xen What, are you a fucking owl?

Look, the Cubans who hit us, okay--

they knew the number, okay? The fix was in, all right?

The lottery was rigged. Who? Benny, think. Who?

- Who? Who knows Castro? -Who?

Who lives with the spics?

Santo.

That's right. And who works for Santo, huh?

Who moved into our town?

Nicky.

Fucking Nicky Grillo.

Nicky's payback

for the gun bust.

exhales

exhales

seagulls cawing

We fucked those gangsters, huh?

Yes, we did. Yes, we did.

grunting

engine starts

- Jesus Christ, Vincent. - Yeah.

That shvug hit me in the ass.

You lost some blood.

Yeah. Bird shot.

Dr. Bobby's seen worse. Just get me home.

How fucking embarrassing.

tires screech

insects chirping

Mr. Klein, Mrs. Klein, | just wanted to say that I'm--

They pumped her stomach,

you know, cleaned her up.

she could have died.

I'm sorry.

What happened tonight?

Will you excuse me for a second, Helen?

The doctors tell me that your actions in that hotel room

probably saved my Susie's life.

No. No.

|-- no.

What happened, Danny?

I'm not sure. | wasn't, you know--

Tell me what you are sure of. What did you see?

What did they do to my little girl?

sighs

Let me make this easier for you.

Here's what | think happened:

| think my 20-year-old daughter was lured into your father's hotel

by an older hotel guest.

| think she was drugged and then raped

at a drunken orgy at your father's hotel.

And | know that this will turn out to be

the worst day in your father's miserable life.

May | ask you a favor, Danny?

Of course.

Tell your father that | will destroy him.

| will. | promise.

Or | will die trying.

Please tell him that for me.

I'll see you at work.

muffled screams

My darling,

would you care to join me in the study?

Our guest requested you.

Our guest?

Please.

- I'll be just a minute. - Lovely.

- quiet music playing - Ah, sweetheart, come in.

A little closer.

Come and say hello.

You remember Mr. Grillo.

Somehow in the middle of our chat,

he asked for you.

Our friend in Cuba-- Santo--

and his pup Nicky over here

got Fidel to fix the lottery.

ice cubes clinking

They came to Miami

and bet rigged numbers

and took millions--

two million--

from me.

From me!

Now you're a lucky man, Nicholas.

| have

remarkably steady hands.

You see?

Unusually steady hands.

| would have been a glorious surgeon

had the educational opportunities been afforded me.

| can, with one single cut,

remove a man's entire face,

truly,

in one entire piece

like a Halloween mask.

Ask your fucking whore.

Y -

she fu--

she's always looking.

Ah. My whore?

Are you referring to my bride?

No, that bitch, always working.

Ask her about--

Canlgo? Canlgo? | don't need to watch this.

Ask her about how-- fuck.

Not me!

Not Santo.

I'm confused.

Are you saying that my wife

rigged the Cuban National Lottery?

laughing

Huh?

- I'm saying-- - Yes?

God, you're a fucking asshole.

Nicky chuckling

The fucking Butcher.

How about the fucking dumbass?

Open your fucking eyes.

gunshot

11K Well...

Enough, okay? That is enough.

Ben: }

You stupid fucking cow!

You just silenced a man that | was interrogating.

Torturing.

Tell that to the Geneva Convention.

You silenced him

forever.

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It was the sight of him...

what he was saying about you.

You'd better go.

Sweets...

had you met Nicky before?

| met him at your Seder.

And that was the first time?

Yeah.

Thank God.

Sleep tight.

- What happened? - What did Stevie say?

Nothing. Vic told me an ambulance came by here,

picked up a girl and took her to Miami General

and that you went with her.

Talk to me, Danny. What happened?

A 20-year-old girl was fed Seconals and booze

by a hotel guest. He raped her

or tried to rape her. | don't know.

She overdosed, nearly died.

God damn it.

Fuck. That poor kid.

| warned Stevie.

What? What is it, Danny?

| need to know.

The girl was Jack Klein's only daughter.

Dad. Dad. ST il T -

You fucking idiot! What have you fucking done?

- Fuck you. - Get your hands off me.

- | made you money... - Get your hands off me.

...S0 you don't beg your fucking sister-in-law anymore.

You fucking ingrate. | didn't want this, God damn it.

| didn't want this fucking disaster!

| told you. | fucking begged you.

You weren't ready, not even fucking close.

You are a fucking bartender,

a goddamn fucking bartender until | say fucking different!

Oh, till you say? Really?

Fuck you!

How about | say?

Right now | say!

Get the fuck out of my way.

Where are you gonna go, boy?

Where the fuck are you gonna go how?

glass shatters

upbeat song playing

J Some sunny day, baby J

J When everything seems okay, baby J

J You'll wake up and find J

J That you're alone J

J 'Cause I'll be gone J

J Gone, gone, gone J

J Really gone J

J I moved on J

J Because you done me wrong J

J Everyone that you meet, baby J

J' As you walk down the street, baby J

J Will ask you why you're walking J

J All alone J

J Why you're on your own J

J Just say I'm gone J

J Gone, gone, gone J

J I moved on J

J Because you done me wrong... J