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Previously on "Magic City"...

Ben: This will be the grandest gentlemen's club in North America.

- Madame Renee: Who's that? - Your new partner.

Ben killed Theresa Suarez. There is definitely a story

for a good reporter such as yourself to follow.

There was a lot of things that were, what-- overlooked,

because month after month you poured in that big Cuban cash.

Our friends tell me that your skim is too deep.

And they got proof.

Ike: Vincent and his men will take you each separately to a bolita house.

You will place a bet. The second the numbers are read in Havana,

you will return to the bolita house and you will collect.

Bel: Two hundred fucking thousand? And you fucking paid it?

Ben: Our friend in Cuba-- Santo--

and his pup Nicky over here

got Fidel to fix the lottery.

Somehow, in the middle of our chat,

he asked for-- for you.

( gunshot)

Klein: Here's what I think happened:

I think my 20-year-old daughter was lured

into your father's hotel by an older hotel guest.

I think she was drugged and then raped.

And I know that this will turn out to be the worst day

in your father's miserable life.

You idiot!

What have you done? You're a fucking bartender.

Where the fuck are you gonna go how?

( glass shatters )

( theme music playing )

- ( saw buzzing ) - ( seagulls cawing )

- ( saw buzzing ) - ( seagulls cawing )

Why the fuck don't they make these things bigger?

A total pain in the ass.

Willie fucking Shoemaker couldn't fit in this shit.

( man chuckles)

- Light it up, Johnny. - All right.

Let the prick

rest in peace, you piece of shit.

( starts engine)

What about the cops, the DA?

Don't insult me, lad. This is Ben Diamond's establishment.

Nobody will bother you. You are my face in this house.

Deal, Mr. Evans?

Deal.

Now I'm hosting a gala event here

to celebrate the gambling bill's passing upstate.

Now you'll have round-the-clock work, all the funds that you need.

Tell the crew that if they're not done,

I'll bury them in the foundation

like pharaohs' architects.

- ( engine starts ) - Ah, the son I never had.

Home, Johnny.

Vic: Castro's partner? I want them dead!

I want to fucking kill them!

And you're holding a fucking press conference?

Vic,

Ben Diamond is coming after me.

The gambling bill passes this week--

he forces a casino into our lobby.

He's gonna put Eddie Blue into my chair.

What does Ben Diamond have to do with this?

( sighs ) Vic...

Ben is my partner.

I'm sorry. I should have told you a long time ago.

I needed Ben's money to build.

This-- this Havana thing--

I am just fronting, that is all.

Sy, the mob-- I give them back Cuba--

Sy gets Ben out of the Miramar.

It's a trade.

Castro-- he--

he doesn't know. You think I give a shit about Castro, Vic?

You'll be making Castro millions.

You will make him rich. You will keep him in power.

- You will be helping... - Us, Vic. I will be helping us.

You're helping the guy who killed my wife.

Think about that.

There are things that are bigger than this place, lke.

- Victor-- - There really are.

What you're doing is wrong.

I cannot lose this place, Vic.

Yes,

you really can.

- ( people chattering ) - ( phones ringing )

I am done--

done waiting for you people.

I want irrefutable evidence from this office

linking lke Evans and Ben Diamond.

I want lke Evans now.

If you do not have hard, irrefutable evidence on my desk,

evidence that our office can pursue to an arrest and conviction

by the end of this workweek,

I will accept all of your resignations

bright and early Monday morning.

- ( dishes clattering ) - ( people chattering )

Moe.

( sighs)

Look, book me a ticket to Miami.

I want to talk to this putz Wednesday afternoon at our place.

You got it.

And get Nate and Gus.

Tell ‘em to hop on a plane, meet me down there.

And I want them staying at the Colonial.

They're not to talk to anybody--

not to Ben, not to anybody. You got that as well?

Eddie: "Where else could an innocent elevator operator

stumble into the web of the most notorious

gangster in America, Ben the Butcher?"

This is not good, Ben.

This kind of press now?

You brought me here to open a casino. The vote will--

One more word-- one more word,

and I'll be wearing your blue fucking eyes as cuff links.

( clock ticking )

Where's Sloat?

We're calling him every five minutes, Ben.

Sloat's up in Tallahassee.

I mean, maybe he's, you know, stuck on the Senate floor--

Well, go up there

and grab his fat fucking ass off the Senate floor

and get him on the phone with me now!

Fly up to Tallahassee?

I'll send Don.

The vote is in four days.

That jolly cracker fuck

is gonna need some hand-holding after he sees this.

Got it.

Tell him I'll cut his hand off at the wrist

and hold it in my fucking palm

if he loses even one vote that I paid for.

Got it?

Proceed as if the vote is ours,

because it will be.

Now get out of here.

Go.

( sighs) Fucking lke.

This can't just be about a dead elevator girl.

- She was a taste. - ( car door slams)

Maybe he was banging her.

( car engine starts )

Bel, call your friends up in Tampa.

Find out if my beloved wife ever spends any time up there.

Okay, sure.

And find out if she ever spent any time

with our late guest Nicky Grillo.

Shouldn't be hard.

And call the Miramar.

Book the Sinatra Suite for the weekend.

- Foryou? - No.

For Sy.

- He coming down? - He will now.

I just lost him $2 million-- fucking bolita.

Come on, you guys go back to the candy store.

He's like family.

Yeah, exactly like family.

( knocks )

( knocks )

¢ Qué pasé6?

I'm leaving the hotel,

leaving my job here.

Wait, what happened?

Ike Evans is in business with Fidel.

He's having a press conference with Pastorita Nunez

to announce their partnership.

He wants you out of the hotel. He wants you gone.

For me, this is not a place I can work anymore.

( loud music playing )

Come with me to the balcony. I want to have a cigar.

You're being bugged?

Maybe. Better to be safe.

Your friend wants me out?

Ike says after Alberto's death, he's been questioned.

They're watching you and him.

Who is?

The DA, FBI-- I don't know.

He just doesn't want you here anymore.

Our guns, ammunition, jeeps---

almost ready to be shipped home--

Friday night, Big Pine Key.

The fight is on--

our fight.

Castro had 82 men

against Batista's army--

82.

But he won the people.

They joined his fight.

And now they will join ours.

- Come. - To Cuba?

Why not? You're out of a job.

You have something better to do?

We will have Miami's best with us,

our brothers in exile,

going home.

Vic: My daughter.

( Tiburon on tape) Antonio will be here.

I'm sure he's not gonna mind looking after her.

She will be well taken care of with Rivas' fortune.

She'll be fine. She'll be proud of you.

Vic: I will think about it.

Tiburon: And think about this--

what would Maria have you do?

- ( crowd chanting ) - Policeman: Stay back.

- Crowd: jCuba si! {Castro no! - Stay back.

iCuba si! {Castro no!

jCuba si! jCastro no!

( shouting continues)

( camera shutters clicking )

Eh, fuck.

Here.

Let me.

It's just a press conference. You've done dozens.

You'll be charming

and wonderful as always.

Here. Beautiful.

Vic quit.

Quit?

Left the hotel, his job.

What? Why? Ike, what happened?

He says he won't work here if I partner with the Cubans,

thinks I am betraying him, betraying Maria.

He's your oldest friend. You have to get him back.

I don't have to do anything.

He made his choice.

No.

No. You must go make it right.

You can do that, lke. He'll listen to you.

You cannot lose Victor and Stevie.

They're a part of all of this--

family.

Not again, V.

Not now.

What is happening, lke?

What is happening?

I am saving everything that I've spent my entire life building.

Jesus Christ, V, I am so fucking close.

In 10 minutes,

I am taking over the three largest hotels,

the three most profitable casinos in this hemisphere.

That is what is happening.

Without your son?

Without your closest friend?

They'll be back.

Talk to Stevie.

He loves you. Go talk to him, please.

Stevie is a grown man.

Or at least he thinks he is.

I have to go to work.

It's all premier hotels of the Caribbean,

the crown jewels of Havana,

and we here at the Miramar Playa are proud to play a part

in returning them to their recent glory.

( Pastorita speaking Spanish )

( applause)

Good luck.

Thank you, Cuda.

- Is the two-way mirror here? - In the hall.

Come on, man, let's see it.

What?

I have to go home.

- Is she pregnant? - The twat's daddy

wants to run for governor of New Jersey.

Jesus, get her out of here.

Madame Renee: Auf Wiedersehen, baby.

We are fucked. Ben loved that fake kraut.

He wanted to do a leather Nazi rig, you know,

for the Surfside set.

Stevie: I know a blonde.

So you just dim the lights in this room, bring them up in the next.

Hey, Billy, turn up that dimmer!

- Billy: All right. - A beautiful blonde? Willing?

We're talking whips and knots and... ( voice fades )

( crash)

- ( hammers banging) - ( people chattering )

( knocks )

Go like this. Then inscribe a circle. Don't go down too low.

- So you lean back... - Danny: Judi.

It's me-- Danny.

- Judi: Hey. - Hey.

- Um, come in. - Sorry, I didn't want to interrupt.

Oh, no, it's fine. Please, any excuse. He's killing me.

Jack LaLanne: The other way. That's it.

Uh, coffee?

Sure. Yeah, okay.

Aren't you at work?

Lunch hour.

Yeah, I really don't need Jack LaLanne.

Do you know how many calories you burn during sex?

No. No.

144 calories per half hour.

Great, huh?

Here.

Have a seat.

Terrific.

Milk? Sugar?

No.

I wanted to tell you about a job in the Miramar Playa.

A job?

Yeah. Yeah, it's--

you know, it's entry-level, in the beauty salon.

They need a manicurist--

That's why you came to see me

after all this time--

a manicurist job?

Well, I mean, I just--

I just thought if you stopped working--

Do you want to save me, Danny?

No.

Then what?

How about this?

How about I want to save you?

Is this why you came here?

Is this what you want, Danny Evans?

( Judi panting )

( distant dog barking )

( both panting)

Did you give her the Evans family discount?

- Fuck! Jesus. - Get the fuck out of here.

Is this a bad time? Hey, you know, you kids finish up.

I'll catch you on "The Jack LaLanne."

- Fucking asshole. - I'm sorry.

- No. - What a jerk.

Now kick one leg up here as high as you can.

Point your toe. Keep your knee stiff.

Two, three, four...

Stevie: Counselor, I'm a vault, a tomb.

This goes nowhere, not even Mercedes--

- Shut the fuck up. - Get out of my place.

- What's this? - An advance

or a gift. Your call.

What are you doing?

Danny, if you'll excuse us,

Miss Silver and I have some business to discuss.

Your boss Ben Diamond send you?

- He's my partner. - Bullshit.

You work for the Butcher in a fucking whorehouse.

You work for Klein.

Dad must be very proud of his boys, huh?

See you later.

Danny, wait.

He wants you to work at Renee's whorehouse.

Will you?

Probably.

See you later.

Why are you such an asshole?

I don't know.

Why are you such a whore?

Look,

let's not fight.

I'm opening the most beautiful--

One condition: there is this fuck at the DA's office--

the jerk who busted my john at the Miramar.

Yeah, I remember.

Can you keep him away from me?

The club's Ben's.

It's protected, untouchable.

You guarantee he stays away from me,

and I'm in.

I promise.

We start at 100 an hour.

It works out--

I'll bump it up to a buck-fifty.

How long has this been going on?

That's none of your fucking business, Stevie.

You're my pimp, not my friend.

Well,

he's always been a very clean boy.

See you tomorrow night,

give you a tour and your outfit.

- ( men shouting in Spanish) - ( seagulls cawing )

Vic: Lucky bastard.

I wish I had a war wound to get out of work.

Tiburon: Hey, after I heal,

I'll carry your rifle.

Done.

She'll be able to join you soon enough.

( Tiburon speaks Spanish)

( knocks on door)

Hi.

Hi.

Can l come in?

Sure.

Excuse the-- you know.

Stevie: Oh.

Work.

- Marijuana? - No, thank you.

He send you?

No.

Of course not. He wouldn't.

Stevie, he loves you.

No.

He really doesn't.

I mean, yes.

Of course he loves me--

loves all of us.

But not--

Not?

I think in the end

lke wants to be a good man,

wants to be a good father, a good husband.

But he's playing at it, acting it.

He doesn't feel it,

not really.

You're wrong, Stevie. He'll kill for you,

for any of us.

And maybe he has.

You probably don't want a drink.

Sure, if the glass is clean.

( Stevie harrumphs )

To family.

To him.

Let me ask you something.

If Ike knew that being in business,

getting closer to Aunt Meg

would hurt you,

really devastate you,

but Meg's millions

would save the Miramar Playa,

honestly,

who or what would he choose?

Saving his wife

that he loves

or saving his hotel?

Exactly.

I made a mistake.

I saw you once.

You were on the balcony.

I looked through the curtains

and I saw you

lying there in the sun,

naked.

The sight of you

froze me.

I can still see you.

I have to go.

Go.

But next time you come back here,

come back for me,

not him.

There won't be a next time.

There's always a next time.

( starts engine)

♪ To whom it may concern ♪

♪ You've learned that heartache ♪

♪ Has no pride ♪

♪ Pretending unconcern ♪

♪ Won't stop the tears ♪

♪ You try to hide ♪

♪ And when you're ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ With just a memory ♪

♪ That's when I bet you learn ♪

♪ The one who's most concerned ♪

JIsme.J

( elevator dings )

I need to talk to you.

I can't. I'm already late.

- Please. - Sorry.

Doug Feehan works for Ben Diamond.

He came to me that night at the motel.

And he made me write

a hew statement about Jimmy Shoes

for Ben.

Ben Diamond owns him.

That's why he wants you gone.

- Or dead. - I have to tell Klein.

- Doug will kill me. - Doug will be in jail.

This is not how it works, Danny.

An Assistant State's Attorney-- he's not gonna serve a day.

He will get out and he will find me.

If you won't let me help you, why did you tell me?

I wanted you to know

why I went to work for Stevie.

He can keep Doug away. He will.

Stevie and Ben can keep me safe.

Um, Cuda told me your room number

and I thought I could surprise you.

That's not gonna happen again.

You seemed to enjoy it.

It can't,

not now.

I work for the State's Attorney, okay? And--

And I'm a whore.

And what does that make your brother?

Family.

I see.

I guess you are an Evans after all.

- ( quiet jazz music playing ) - ( people chattering )

Welcome to the Miramar Playa, Mr. Berman. We've been expecting you.

- Thank you. What's your name? - John.

Thanks, John.

This big crew is not necessary, just you.

- Yes, sir. This way to your elevator. - Thanks. Thank you.

) ( Sy playing Danny Boy" badly )

- Sy. - Almost. ( laughs)

You know, you're the first person

other than Frank to stay in this suite

and the only person other than Frank to touch that piano.

He made a little exception.

I bought him this thing. ( chuckles )

My father-- cost him, like, two, three thousand a lesson.

It's the only thing I know. I don't even know that.

( chuckles) How are you?

Good, Sy. How are you?

Come on.

- You want something to drink? - No, thank you.

Sit.

- Ah. - I brought something for you.

My signed contracts with the Cuban government--

five-year contracts naming me as the sole manager

of the Capri, Riv and the Nacional hotels and casinos--

worth, end of the day,

a couple hundred million cash to you, Sy.

Like Groucho would say,

"That sounds like a lot of cash."

My gift to you.

Sy, I just want Ben gone.

I want my hotel back.

I want a new prostate.

Look, kid,

there is an order--

the way that things work.

How many-- how many hotels would you say

that we own a piece of in Miami Beach?

I don't know.

Oh, how many?

All of 'em.

( chuckles) Well, all the big ones.

See, the point is,

if the gambling bill passes here,

Miami's gonna make Havana look like Hoboken.

So let us revisit this whole thing

on Friday night after the vote.

I'm not asking.

The gambling bill won't pass, Sy.

You will be back to discuss this.

In the meantime,

come down to the Triton--

a beautiful show, "Havana Fire."

- Oof. - My guest.

Oof, "Havana Fire"-- I heard this.

You're gonna have to twist my arm a little.

( chuckles )

Thank you.

( typewriter keys clacking )

Welcome, Mr. Raskin.

This is a fucking joke.

Well, if so,

you are, I'm afraid, the fucking punch line.

Do you recognize the signature on this check?

- Of course. - It's yours,

made out to St. Moritz Management, Incorporated.

- That's right. - The president of St. Moritz,

Albert Slansky,

a certain Belvin Jaffe's brother-in-law,

is in a holding cell in this very building.

Mr. Slansky will testify

that this check from you to St. Moritz

is in fact a partial monthly earnings check

from the Miramar Playa Hotel

to three other shell corporations

before finally winding up in the bank account

of the Minneapolis Mutual Investment Corporation,

which is, we now know from the FBI,

a front for the mob boss

Isadore "Izzy" Mangold.

Izzy is a childhood pal

and current business partner of one Ben Diamond.

So from lke Evans to you,

through a tortuous route,

to Ben Diamond's business partner.

Circumstantial bullshit.

Fortunately, Judge Connelly

of the 11th judicial circuit court

did not agree and allowed a wiretap

to the pay phone next to your office.

That's our transcripts.

Now, this is only the last three days' worth of chats

between you and lke Evans

and you and various other known associates of the Chicago outfit.

I can prove that you provided legal advice to lke Evans

as to how to hide Ben Diamond

and the Chicago outfit's involvement

behind the shell corporation Minneapolis Mutual Investment Corp.

I will have you disbarred

and buried in a crypt in Raiford penitentiary

for the rest of your life, you fucking cockroach.

Okay, now you can laugh.

Why is my father's lawyer here?

It's okay, Viv. It's okay.

I don't think Mr. Evans is armed.

Ike Evans is going down because he is guilty.

No one understands that better than you do.

I prosecute the guilty.

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

who works for Ben Diamond--

someone who has been betraying you,

spying on you, feeding Ben your every move.

He's probably on the phone to Ben right now about whatever Sid Raskin told you.

And you know this how?

Danny.

You want Ben, not my father.

It is Ben who poisons this town. It is Ben who ruins lives.

- Who is the mole? - You have to promise me.

No, I-- I don't make those kind of promises.

Who? Who is it?

Danny,

you should not play with me.

Doug Feehan.

Come on, you two never liked each other.

Judi Silver told me.

Judi told me that Doug made her write that statement.

He came to her in the Biscayne Hotel

because he knew she was there.

He knew you put her there.

Doug came for Ben.

He's probably into Ben,

he gambles, I don't know.

Doug will warn Ben now about whatever you have planned.

That is why he's here.

Say nothing to anyone--

nothing.

You should know that Judi told me that Doug will kill her.

Leave that to me.

And my father?

Ben Diamond is your father's minority partner.

Your father is in with the mob.

And very, very soon I will be able to prove it.

I'm sorry.

You tell me,

what would you have me do?

He's starting to get a little bit spooked. I got money on--

Hey, boys.

Johnny, Johnny, how have you been?

Bel, how are you doing?

How are you, sir? Good to see you.

Sit down, boys. Relax, please.

Look at this spread here.

Ooh. Oh.

This is from Hoffman's,

not the shit they serve here.

New, fresh dills, best on the Beach.

- I'm taking them with me. - All right.

- Go ahead, relax. - All right.

Here.

No, I'm good. Thanks.

You're good, huh?

Really?

You're good.

You are one stupid fuck.

Did I not ask you? I asked you nice,

try to keep a low fucking profile.

Then I pick up this piece-of-shit paper--

They'll be wrapping fish in it. It's yesterday's news.

When the gambling bill passes, everything will be great.

If-- if the gambling bill passes.

Even better.

I got Ike to make a deal with the Beard

to manage our old Havana properties.

I didn't know that.

Well, you must have been on the plane.

- Yeah. - The deal's signed and sealed.

lke will--

will run the Riviera, the Capri and the Nacional,

and we will get our cut like always.

- Wow. Wow. - ( chuckles)

That's-- that's some good stuff, Benny.

You see? I got you back into Havana.

- ( chuckles ) Good stuff. - I'd like to get Eddie Blue down there,

just check things out, make sure everything's okay.

- Is that okay with lke? - Ike? Ike's in my pocket.

Ike's in your pocket?

Look, Ben,

you got the one move left-- just one.

The gambling bill passes--

you might, you just might

get out of the hole you dug for yourself.

A hole? What hole?

You lost $2 million of our fucking money--

Fucking Santo and fucking Nicky Grillo-- they rigged the lottery.

That's another thing--

Santo's been up everybody's ass about this kid.

Nicky's been missing a couple days.

Benny, he's a made guy.

If you touched one hair on his fucking head without permission--

I'd give a finger-- I'd give a finger

to have him for 10 minutes on my own.

I know he took us down. I know that he fucking took--

I do suggest that you come with me tonight

to Temple Emanu-El

and pray that the vote goes your way.

Our way. Our way, Sy.

Yes, I am.

I've had a heck of a time trying to get you on the phone, Senator,

a heck of a time. Is everything okay?

I've actually been doing your business on the Senate floor.

But, you know, that newspaper article has not helped our cause.

I assume you've met Donald.

I've had the pleasure.

Well, good. I've instructed Don

to punch your fucking heart out

at the sign of any wavering on this bill.

We may have lost a few Nervous Nellies,

but we're in fine, fine shape for Friday--

fine shape, sir.

Excellent. Go back to work.

Absolutely. Good talking to--

( hangs up)

Klein: You will testify before a court of law

that you took bets from Doug Feehan

- at the Sea Breeze sports book. - Yeah, but you got--

And you will testify as to the size and frequency of these bets,

to the amounts that Doug owed Bel Jaffe

and to the dates these bets were made.

- Yeah, but you gotta cut me some kind-- - You give me something worthwhile,

we will talk deal. Get him out of my sight.

Should we get Doug?

For what? Gambling debts?

No.

No. Let Doug do his job for Ben,

which he will do.

We'll catch him in the act.

Jesus Christ, Sid, you left us hanging.

Fuck. I got lazy.

I'm sorry, lke.

Can you hold him off until after the vote?

Probably.

But, lke, by all accounts, Ben's got more votes than he needs.

It's not over.

Oh, by the way, I saw Danny

at Klein's when I was leaving.

- He know you were there about me? - Who else?

I'll be out on the boat tonight, all night.

I-- I can get Stevie to come over if you--

On, no, no. No need.

Are you sure? It'll be good. I can have him--

I'm positive-- positive.

Amazing, really.

It takes so little to turn pure beauty into a joke.

I was married once before.

I was 12.

Yep,

a year younger than Lo.

My father took, you know, an old horse and a few dollars

from this guy in our village,

and the next thing I knew, I was meeting my husband.

This old man-- he takes me into his caravan.

He raped me, you know.

And then he-- he holds up

my bloody little girl's nightgown for everybody to see.

A big cheer, a big celebration--

proof

I was a 12-year-old virgin.

Maybe that's why I cannot have my own baby.

I don't know.

Mercy.

If you really do not want this child,

I do.

I do.

Lily: Can you turn that off, please?

What are you doing here, Mrs. Diamond?

We have a lot in common, lke.

We both made our deal with the devil--

a very bad deal

with a very bad man.

And, you know...

I've met bad men before,

mostly,

mean even,

never evil.

But we really didn't see him

or we didn't want to see him.

We thought we could survive Ben,

outsmart him.

I will.

Maybe.

Probably not.

No one ever has.

And even if you do outsmart him yourself, lke,

he will dig deep into the ugliness inside of him

and he will do something to you

that you could never do to him.

Again...

what are you doing here?

You trust me, lke?

What is this?

The end of Ben Diamond.

Kill the bastard.

Kill ‘em all.

( elevator dings )

♪ Born under a bad sign... ♪

Doug.

♪ Been down since I began to crawl ♪

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck ♪

♪ You know I wouldn't have no luck at all ♪

♪ Hard luck and trouble ♪

♪ Been my only friend ♪

♪ I've been on my own ♪

♪ Ever since I was ten ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ Been down since I began to crawl ♪

♪ If it wasn't for bad luck ♪

♪ You know I wouldn't have no luck at all ♪

Jlcan'tread ♪

♪ Haven't learned how to write ♪

♪ My whole life has been ♪

♪ One big fight ♪

♪ Born under a bad sign ♪

♪ I've been down since I began to crawl ♪

- ♪ If it wasn't for bad luck...' - Boy: Look.

Boy #2: What? What is it?

♪ That ain't no lie... ♪

Hey! Let's get out of here!

♪ You know, if it wasn't for bad luck ♪

♪ I wouldn't have no kind of luck ♪

♪ If it wasn't for real bad luck ♪

♪ I wouldn't have no luck at all... ♪

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