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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... ♪

( theme music playing )