Previously on Magic City...
So what are you gonna do with these two?
Stevie, what has happened?
Polaroids.
No. Stevie, no. You promised me.
He's gonna kill us, and it will be slow and ugly.
I know who's been robbing the Miramar Playa.
Divin' Dave. He works here.
You sure of this?
You lost Extravaganza Latina,
and you need something to replace it.
Cesar Ramos is a genius.
He created that show when you first saw me,
when you first fell in love with me.
No. You are my wife. You do not dance anymore.
Are you absolutely sure?
Our Ike never gave me one red cent from you.
(Chuckles)
People will die tonight.
That is a promise.
Be back with my money
before then.
What have you done?
I am in trouble.
I will give you 15% of my shares
for $100,000.
Why am I here?
Shoes is lying here with mashed potatoes for brains,
and Judi's... Disappeared.
My guess is, you hope she stays disappeared.
Why, Miss Silver, you've gone red.
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(crickets chirping, surf rolling)
(Speaks Spanish)
(Motor rumbling)
(Speaking Spanish)
(Man speaking Spanish)
Oye. Mi Linda.
Despierta. (Switch clicks)
(Clank)
(Gunfire)
(Crickets chirping, surf rolling)
(Door creaks)
Get me outta here.
No.
Get me my lawyer.
No.
Well, then get me a fucking cigarette.
(Cries)
No.
(Pounding on door) (Judi) You dickless piece of shit!
Fuck you!
Kill all the lights in her room and hold her food.
(Judi) You fucking asshole!
For how long?
Till I change my mind.
No!
(Clatter)
(Lighter clicks)
(Water splashes)
(Lighter clicks)
(Whoosh)
(Flames crackling)
(Creaks)
(Sighs)
(Man) His place had been trashed.
The loot was all over his houseboat.
What kind of stuff?
Usual jewelry, cash.
And...
We found dope. Heroin. His works.
Your clown was a junkie.
Must be why he did it.
What a mess.
Well, thank you for handling this quietly.
I appreciate it.
Vincent, why don't you take 'em up to the Riviera?
Breakfast on us.
Make sure they try the pastry.
It's homemade.
We'll stay in touch, Mr. Evans.
Thank you.
(Knock on door) (Mercedes) Housekeeping.
(Door opens)
Wow.
Maid outfit's sexier, right?
You did it.
In two hours.
(Door closes)
You're really not gonna come?
Uh, mid-terms, you know?
You'd tell me if it was something else, right?
Something else? Like what?
I don't know.
It's what you really want-- To leave, see the world.
It's your dream.
Please come.
I want you to be there.
Be happy for me.
I am... happy for you. I am.
I just can't. I have work, you know?
But you'll be at the Riviera, right?
Sure. Of course.
Looks like your dad is throwing a royal wedding.
It's gonna be some party.
Well...
Gotta go get my wings.
Congratulations, Mercy.
(Projector clicking) (Man) Yes, indeed, Miami Beach,
the sun and fun capitol of the world,
has a new royal palace--
The world-famous Miramar Playa hotel,
truly the crown jewel of the Magic City.
(Clicks)
That... was gorgeous.
Then we show them the Triton remodel.
We remind them about Sinatra's
SRO New Year's run in the Triton,
how much they loved doing the Miss '59 here last month.
So who exactly's gonna be there tonight?
Garry Moore refuses to fly.
But somehow-- Don't ask me how--
I begged his producer and new director to come down.
On our dime, of course.
Ike, this is it. This is our one and only shot at this.
They'll be with the, uh, CBS team, who we know.
So it's a friendly room?
Alan Kyle, Garry's producer,
he says that if this new director likes us,
- we got a shot. - What's his name?
Garry stole him from Arthur Murray's show.
(Laughs) It's, uh, Cliff Welles.
(Chuckles)
Ideal.
(Phil) You know him?
Old friend of Vee's.
Great. Get her up here today.
No, I'm serious. Whatever it takes.
Ike, you sell this guy.
You close this thing. We need this.
With this show, our year is set.
All right. You know what? Let's keep our panties on, boys.
Remember-- Traction beats promotion.
What the hell does that mean?
It means we are the Miramar Playa.
We are the best. They would be lucky to have us.
We don't get sweaty. We don't beg for this.
We will survive either way.
Are you sure?
Yes, I'm sure.
Thank you for your hard work. I'll see you back here at 5:00.
Ike, if Vera knows this guy,
might not be a bad idea to have--
We'll be okay, Vic.
Whatever you think.
So I'm gonna go to Mercy's graduation.
I'll be back in time for the pitch.
We get the Pan Am discount now?
Not you losers. But Maria and I get to fly for 10%.
The second she's back, we're gonna go on a trip.
I'm gonna take her to Barcelona, Paris...
Congrats, Vic. This is huge for Mercy.
Hey, you gonna be there later?
(Exhales) You kiddin'? I love a gal in uniform.
Pop. See you at 5:00.
See you then.
(Telephone rings)
(Male announcer speaking indistinctly over radio)
Seabreeze?
Yeah. Hang on.
It's Dougie. For you.
(Announcer continues over radio)
Yeah, Dougie.
Uh-huh. Okay.
Let me decide what it's worth.
All right, already. Let's hear it.
Really? Huh. (Telephone rings)
But she's got a lot of work to do. Now...
Where you guys keeping her?
Okay, fine. Tell me then.
I'll talk to the guy, I'll get back to you.
This could maybe make you whole again, Dougie boy.
Miss whirl still has a little kick left,
but she's... (Receiver clatters)
She's breaking away, but it's still...
(Indistinct conversations, telephone dialing)
(Beny Moré's "Mi Chiquita" playing)
♪
(Laughs)
♪
Aah! (Laughs)
Cuidado, Roddy.
Cuidado.
That's enough. Enough for now.
- Okay. - I have time.
Con permiso, Roddy.
Leave us for a bit.
Y tu... ven aca.
(Music stops)
Does your man know you're here?
What are you doing, girl?
I'm dancing.
You're lying.
It's a small lie.
There are no small lies.
I love this, Cesar.
And I'm a better woman for him,
a better wife, if I can be whole.
This is why he fell in love with me.
This is who he fell in love with.
You need to tell him that, not me.
When it's time.
Okay. I'll see you tomorrow?
No, not tomorrow.
I have to see my babalawo, my healer.
Let me get you to a good doctor, huh?
A real doctor?
Go home. Soak those old-lady feet of yours.
Hasta luego, my friend.
Hasta luego.
Would you like to be queen for a day?
You know where they have her?
Not yet. Dougie wants relief first.
Well, then I'll relieve him. (Chuckles)
Fine. Cut his vig in half.
Find out where and how she's being protected.
Miss Silver is more of an irritant at this point
than a threat.
And I want all this gone.
(Inhales) Loose ends.
- Will do. (Man) - Yeah, all right.
Now then, if you're elected our queen, it'd be a pleasure...
See that poor thing?
Her husband is a marine stationed in El Toro.
She has two little babies of her own,
and she takes in stray neighborhood kids
to make ends meet.
And she still won't be a queen for a day.
Know why?
Unh-unh.
Bad teeth.
No one wants to see her smile when she wins.
That's impressive.
Wanna race?
(Chuckles) Not a chance.
(Laughs)
So... I keep wondering...
What does a limited partner actually do?
Well, either silent, ceremonial...
Or...
Or you can be a pain in the ass.
(Laughs) Now that sounds like fun.
Cigarette?
Yeah.
(Clicks)
So I brought the papers
if you wanna have your lawyer take a look at 'em.
No need.
I can sign them right now.
(Sighs)
Are you sure?
Mm-hmm.
Can I trust you?
Yes.
Well, then hand me a pen and let's make it official.
There you go.
You know, once I sign this, we are...
We'll be connected again.
I think we always have been.
(Doorbell rings)
(Jazz music playing)
(Man) I know you're in there.
I can see your shadow under the door.
(Sighs)
Cliff.
It is I, Ulysses, back from the wars.
May I come in?
I bear good news.
Sure. Of course. Come in.
Well, look at you.
All barefoot,
smelling of French soap and wearing a bathrobe.
You are a cruel woman.
And you're relentless. (Chuckles)
Coffee? Juice?
Uh, vodka rocks, please.
(Lighter clicks)
Aren't you curious as to why I'm back in Miami?
Terrified.
Oh, fear not.
I am done begging you to come to me.
I am, however, considering coming to you. (Liquor pouring)
(Bottle clatters) What?
Your husband is desperate for Garry Moore
to do a weekly CBS show here.
I wouldn't say he's desperate. Ike doesn't need--
Ah. Trust me, he does.
You know what the fun part is?
Hmm?
Guess who's directing The Garry Moore Show now?
Guess who Garry has flown all the way to Miami Beach
to make his final decision for him?
Hmm? Eden Roc, Fontainebleau,
or the Miramar Playa.
Drum roll, please.
- You? - Ain't life grand?
Well, you must do it here.
Must I?
Oh, stop it.
But what's it worth to you?
(Scoffs)
Would you dance for me?
What, now?
Now would be fantastic, but no.
I was thinking more about on the show.
If Garry does the show here, would you be my leading dancer?
Wh-- You're insane. I--
Yeah, well, you tell me.
You were always very brutal about your own dancing,
so... can you still cut it?
Hey.
Love. Mm.
Guess what Cliff is doing here?
My very next question.
- Ike. - Cliff.
Hope you don't mind.
No, not at all. I will join you.
Ike, Cliff is directing The Garry Moore Show.
So I hear. Congratulations. (Glass thuds)
I'll be seeing you at 5:00?
Yeah.
Be lovely if it all works out.
Lovely.
Look, I'm gonna try and grab an ocean swim
and a massage before the big meeting.
As always, Miss Vee.
Until then. I'll let myself out.
(Door opens)
(Door closes)
What an idiot. (Laughs)
(Door creaks open)
(Light switch clicks)
(Door closes)
From Wolfie's.
Ess. Ess, mein kind.
(Sighs)
(Exhales)
(Sighs heavily)
(Sighs)
So...
(Crunches)
How much do you get paid to fuck strange men?
Must be fairly lucrative. (Crunching)
(Voice breaking) What do you want?
An answer. How much?
Or do you actually like fucking strange men?
Is that it? Really?
Does your work give you pleasure?
Now that I would respect. (Crunches)
(Mouth full) I also love my work. I do.
I would... I would do it for free. I would.
I see myself as a surgeon.
You know, I cut away the disease
that feeds off us and sickens us all.
(Exhales)
(Crunches)
(Thud) One way or another, Miss Silver,
I will remove you from our community.
I will either throw you in a dark hole for a few years,
I will relocate you under an assumed name
in a different state...
Or I will claim that you attacked me,
and I will fire this gun in your face.
(Crying) Aah! What do you want?
(Click) What do you want?
What have you got?
(Crying)
(Whimpering)
I saw Ike Evans kill a man.
Where? What man?
In the Glades somewhere.
I don't know! Near a fucking lake!
I don't know the guy.
- Could you identify this man? - Yes! Yes. Yes.
Fuck. Yes!
You actually saw ike Evans kill him?
Ike beat him to death.
He saved my life.
Twice.
Please.
(Knock on door)
(Door creaks open)
(Creaks)
(Door closes)
(Crying) (Door locks)
(Soft jazz playing, indistinct conversations)
Hey. Hey.
Sorry to drag you down here, but he said it was important.
Over there.
Friend of Vic's?
- Stevie? - What? Yeah.
Yeah. That's what he said.
Mrs. Diamond.
Mr. Evans.
Ben's up on the roof getting a massage,
so I thought I'd finally come down
and see the fabulous Atlantis Lounge.
Stevie's world.
Very nice to see you again.
You, too.
(Whispering) Al's getting a paper.
I can only stay a second.
I got them back. (Lighter clicks)
Photos, polaroids, negatives, everything.
I burned them. I watched them all burn.
(Exhales) Thank God. Stevie, thank God. He's crazy.
- It's okay. We're okay. - There you are!
Jesus. I thought you fell into the pool.
Ike Evans. You wanted to see me?
Pierce Fuller. Double Chek Corporation.
I'm a friend of Victor Lazaro's.
Stevie, how 'bout a Pabst?
Just have a coffee.
(Lighter clicks)
My company still has many contacts inside Cuba.
We are... we actively support a mission for a free Cuba
in whatever way that we can.
Okay. And you are helping get Maria out?
We were.
What happened?
Maria and several others were gunned down
early this morning while awaiting--
- Gunned down? - She died.
Maria Lazaro is dead.
I'm so sorry.
Body has not been recovered, but witnesses say that--
Then wait. Then you don't know for sure.
Maria was hit with several rounds
of .30 caliber machine gunfire.
She's dead. Disappeared in Matanzas Bay.
I assumed, I... hoped,
that it'd be better for Victor if he heard this from...
From family.
I'm so sorry. If there's anything...
Find her body.
We'll try.
I know he loved her. I can't imagine--
No.
You really can't.
I appreciate you coming down and telling me.
Of course.
(Chirping)
You know, he was telling me that by this time next year,
the entire transcontinental fleet will be jets.
Amazing, right?
Yeah. I love the new 707. It's beautiful.
So are you.
Your mother, when she sees those photos...
I wish she could have been there.
So do I.
And Danny, too.
- Papi, I-- - He will never marry you.
Never.
You don't know that.
No, I-I do know that,
because I've known this boy since he was in diapers.
He will go to some fancy law firm
- and marry some upper-class blonde wasp... - You don't know him.
Or a rich Jewish girl with money and connections.
Some rich gringa, not some Cuban--
What? Maid?
Look, he loves me.
No. I love you. Your mother loves you.
This boy-- He will break your heart.
That boy...
Is my heart.
(Speaking indistinctly)
♪
Mercedes, ven aca.
- Mercedes, ven aca. - Vic. Vic, I need a second.
- Can you give me a second? - This won't wait.
What's happened?
It's Maria, Vic.
She... I am so sorry, Vic.
She...
She's gone.
Gone?
What do you mean, "gone"? What are you saying?
She was killed, Vic.
- She was shot, Vic. - No. No.
No. No. You don't-- No.
You don't say this to me.
You don't say this to me!
Vic.
♪
(Gasps)
(Rainfall)
It never goes away really, does it?
Maria made you think of Molly.
Of losing her.
You are a wise woman.
Gypsy.
I promised Vic.
I swore to him that I would--
You did everything you could do.
You do everything, for all of us.
You carry this enormous thing,
this impossible weight on your back, every day.
It's too much.
But... but you do it somehow.
No guilt. None. You hear me?
Would you do something for me?
Anything.
I could use your help today at the presentation.
Me?
After all this, I'm not sure...
How it'll go, how I'll do.
And God knows this idiot Cliff is all moony over you,
as he should be.
Yes, of course. I will help you.
Huh? It's all I want.
Just... be there with me.
Always.
Are you okay?
You?
Mm.
(Laughs) What?
I think I'm pregnant.
(Laughs)
Well, joke now,
but we'll see who's laughing at the altar.
Would that be so bad?
I'm leaving.
My mom comes home, and three weeks later--
You go to New York. Right.
I feel so cheap.
(Laughs)
I really do love you, Danny Evans.
Prove it.
Maybe later.
"Maybe"?
Something to remember me by.
So the priest says to the actress,
"you carry on like that, you're gonna have to confess
to somebody else." (Laughter)
All hail.
Welcome to the Miramar Playa.
Gentlemen, this is my beautiful wife Vera Evans.
Please. Sit.
So... let's put on a show.
(Button clicks, projector whirring)
♪
(Man) The Miramar Playa hotel--
Soaring above pristine white beaches
and turquoise seas. (Curtain rings swoosh)
Sun and fun by day, elegance and glamour by night.
I am Florida State's Attorney Jack Klein.
(Button clicks, film warps off)
Isaac Michael Evans,
you are under arrest for the murder
of James Patrick "Jimmy Shoes" Clayton.
Hey, get away from him.
Stevie. It's okay.
Gentleman, please. Stay. Enjoy the film.
(Handcuffs clicking) I will be back shortly.
That's not necessary.
Cuff him.
(Handcuffs click)
Florence, the lights, please.
Gentlemen, can I get you refills?
(Projector whirring, film resumes playing)
Welcome to Miami Beach.
The Miramar Playa hotel... Never a dull moment.
...a modern-day palace fit for a king,
where all your vacation dreams will come true.
♪
- Stay with me. - I will. Dad...
- It's okay. Call Sid. - Okay.
- Get on this. - Done. I'll follow you down to the precinct.
(Flash bulbs pop) Not today.
Boss man.
Sorry, sir. Mr. Evans.
(Sighs)
(Telephone rings)
♪
(Turns off music)
Hello?
What?
(Laughs)
That's priceless.
In fucking handcuffs?
(Laughs)
Have Doug call me.
The king is dead, long live the king.
Ahh.
Better acoustics, larger venue.
We've proven we can successfully host a televised event
five times larger than your show.
Our boxing feed last week
and the Miss '59 live televised events
were highly rated.
This is all great, really.
I mean, the Miramar Playa is clearly
the finest resort down here, but, uh--
And I really hope I don't offend you, Mrs. Evans--
But, my God, we all just saw Ike Evans arrested for murder
and led out of here in handcuffs.
Garry Moore is a family variety show.
We just can't have--
My husband is a better man than anybody in this room.
And I really hope I haven't offended you.
He's the victim of a lie, a smear campaign
by a jealous man, and trust me,
he will be fully vindicated before you leave Miami.
This is nothing.
Everybody knows your husband's reputation, Mrs. Evans.
We'll host your show for free.
For the first six months...
As a show of our appreciation and good faith.
You will have, as you say, the finest,
and for nothing.
Also, I will deliver to you
the great Cesar Ramos
to choreograph the most amazing dances
ever seen on American television.
Cesar is still alive?
I danced for him today.
I would, uh...
I could dance for you, too, if you'd like,
for your show.
Okay.
Well, this has been, um,
quite an afternoon.
Mm-hmm.
Thank you for your presentation.
We're gonna need a few hours to huddle
and consider all this.
Gentlemen, please be our guests in the Atlantis Lounge.
We'll find you guys a nice, quiet corner.
(Kyle) Maybe another night, okay?
Thank you.
(Indistinct conversations)
- I'll call you. - Please.
(Telephone ringing in distance)
Ike couldn't have done it better himself.
I'll talk to Vincent and Raskin and let you know.
Thanks.
It's gonna be okay?
He'll be home by dinner.
(Exhales)
(Horn honks, birds squawking)
Taking in account your standing in the community,
no priors, your net worth...
How much?
Klein is making an example.
He won't back down from a million dollars.
Hey, he tried to hold you without bail altogether.
(Breathes deeply) This is first degree murder, Isaac.
Get me outta here, Sid.
Sure.
You got $100,000 for the bondsman?
I tried Lubow at the bank. I-I tried every-fuckin'-body.
I called your old man.
Arthur offered to cash in his life insurance policy--
Which, it turns out, lapsed in '44.
(Scoffs) (Chuckles)
Don't give up, Ike. I won't.
I'll see you in the morning, my friend.
(Speaks yiddish)
"How do I know it's bullshit"?
Florida State's Attorney doesn't arrest somebody for murder--
Oh, Danny, for fuck's sake.
You think dad beat a professional hit man to death
with a lead sap?
That's what Klein said?
It was a lead sap?
Vincent's friend on beach PD told him.
Come on. It's total bullshit.
What else did Vincent say?
Lobby floor. (Bell dings, doors open)
I'm seeing him now.
Go tell grandpa what's going on.
He sees this on TV or something, he'll have a heart attack.
Now Klein fucked up. He's gonna pay for it.
♪
So it's just her word against his?
She swore under oath that she saw your pop kill this guy.
Klein obviously thinks that her word will hold up.
Maybe he's got some kind of physical evidence
from the scene. Who the fuck knows?
What can we do?
Klein's got her stashed at the Biscayne hotel.
Bright and early Monday morning,
they're gonna depose her in front of the grand jury.
Then it's too late. The shit hits the fan.
Judi's always been a stand-up girl.
But she could put your old man away forever, or worse.
(Sighs)
So, kid...
What do you wanna do?
Yeah, I know the Biscayne.
Good man.
Dougie says she's in, uh, room 117.
Yeah, he did.
He also said that there's a shift change
with the troopers guarding her at 11:00 PM every night.
Our Doug will get you a passkey,
distract the new guard for a few minutes.
You visit Miss Silver, and Bob's your uncle.
Sounds simple.
That's because it is simple, Al.
It is simple.
You want me to go tonight?
Ben?
Yeah.
Uh, tonight would be lovely.
(Footsteps retreat)
(Muffled screaming)
(Gasping)
(Lowered voice) You hurt my feelings.
(Grunts)
(Gags)
Fucking the help? Hmm?
You're dead. I'm gonna kill both of you.
I'm gonna rip your skin off with my bare hands!
He's a goddamn bartender!
(Loud smack) Aah!
(Crying)
He fucked me, Ben.
I couldn't get enough.
He fucked me till I couldn't walk,
and then I crawled to him naked on all fucking fours
and I begged him to fuck me some more!
He fucked me in your car!
We did it in your car.
Slipping all over those leather seats, baby.
We were sliding around those leather seats.
You were driving around sitting on the juices
from my wet, hot cunt.
Did he suck you?
He sucked me.
- He bit me. - Tell me more. How'd he do it?
I know what you like, baby. I know.
I can do it. Let me give it to you.
I can make it good for you.
(Grunts)
(Moans)
Oh, thank you, dear.
Mommy, don't you think daddy might be
just a little bit suspicious?
(Exhales deeply) Get out.
(TV playing indistinctly)
I don't like being cross-examined like that.
(Speaking indistinctly)
Ben Diamond has a favor.
Get away from me.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Ben wants you to write something for him.
- Write something? - For Ben.
Maybe he isn't suspicious, but I sure am.
Now.
(Speaking inaudibly)
(Crying)
(Telephone ringing)
(Ring)
Sorry. We're closed.
I need to see you.
I can't, not tonight.
He took his boat out to the keys.
He's gone all weekend.
We had a terrible fight.
All right. I'll meet you at the Blue Mist.
No. Here.
I sent everybody home. It's just us.
Stevie, I want you in my bed.
Uh... okay.
(Line disconnects)
Four... three...
Two...
One.
Never leave me.
(Whispers) Never.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Keys jingle)
(Sighs)
So...
Here we are.
Cigarette?
(Lighter clicks)
(Lighter snaps shut)
Ike, I don't want you. We both know that.
I want Ben Diamond.
But... well, I have you.
And make no mistake about it, my friend, I do have you.
I've got an eyewitness who will swear in court
that she saw you beat Jimmy to death.
And if that's not enough,
I'll dig up some crime scene evidence
with your prints all over them.
Whatever it takes, I promise you,
you will be convicted of first-degree murder.
(Sighs)
Good.
You lie here and you think of something
to help me convict The Butcher.
And then you fucking pray
it's good enough to get you out of here.
A whore's testimony? Fabricated evidence?
That's what you have? That's your fucking case?
I've sent men to the gas chamber on less.
Ike, you're in my world now.
(Lock turns)
(Footsteps retreat)
(Bo Diddley's "I'm A Man" playing)
(Water running)
♪
♪ now when I was a little boy ♪
♪ at the age of 5 ♪
♪ I had somethin' in my pocket ♪
♪ keep a lot of folks alive ♪
♪ now I'm a man ♪
♪ made 21 ♪ Aah! Aah! (Gasps)
♪ You know, baby ♪ (Choking)
♪ We can have a lot of fun ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
(Grunts) (Thud)
♪ I spell "M" ♪
♪ "A" ♪
You're gonna be okay.
♪ "N" ♪
♪ man ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
♪ spell "M" ♪
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♪ "N" ♪
♪ man ♪
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♪ I'm going back down ♪
♪ to Kansas to ♪
♪ bring back the second cousin ♪
♪ little John the Conqueroo ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
♪ spell "M" ♪
♪ "A" ♪
♪ "N" ♪
♪ man ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ the line I shoot ♪
♪ will never miss ♪