Previously on "Magic City"...
This will be the grandest
gentlemen's club in North America.
- 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's a lot of things that were, what? Uh, overlooked
because month after month you brought in
that big Cuban cash.
Our friends tell me that your skim is too deep.
And they got proof.
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.
200 fucking thousand? And you fuckin' paid it?!
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.
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? Goddamn fuckin' bartender!
Where the fuck are you gonna go now?!
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Why the fuck don't they make these things bigger?
Total pain in the ass.
Willie fucking shoemaker couldn't fit in this shit.
- All right, weld it up, Donnie. - All right.
Nick the prick.
Rest in peace, you piece of shit.
What about the cops, the D.A.?
Don't insult me, lad.
This is Ben Diamond's establishment.
Nobody will bother you.
You are my face in this house.
A 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 the pharaoh's architects.
Ahh...
The son I never had.
Home, Johnny.
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?
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 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 will be making Castro millions.
You will make him rich.
You will keep him in power. You are helping...
Us, Vic. I will be helping us.
You'll be helping the guy who killed my wife.
Think about that.
There are things that are bigger than this place, Ike.
- Victor... - There really are.
What you're doing is wrong.
I cannot lose this place, Vic.
Yes.
You really can.
I am done.
Done waiting for you people.
I want irrefutable evidence from this office
linking Ike Evans and Ben Diamond.
I want Ike 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 work week,
I will accept all of your resignations
bright and early Monday morning.
Moe.
Look, uh, 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 them 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?
"Where else would 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 never...
One more word.
One more word,
and I'll be wearing your blue fucking eyes as cuff links.
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 jowly 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.
Ah, fucking Ike.
Oh, this can't just be about a dead elevator girl.
She was a taste.
Maybe he was bangin' her.
Bel, call your friends up in Tampa.
Uh, find out if my beloved wife ever spent 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.
Call the Miramar.
Book the Sinatra suite through the weekend.
For you?
No.
For Sy.
He coming down?
Eh, he will now.
I just lost him $2 million.
Fucking bolita. Hey. Come on.
You guys go back to the candy store.
You're like family.
Yeah.
Exactly like family.
Que Paso?
I'm leaving the hotel.
Leaving my job here.
Why? What happened?
Ike Evans is in business with Fidel.
He's having a press conference with Pastorita Nuñez
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.
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?
D.A., F.B.I., 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.
My daughter.
Antonio will be here.
I'm sure he's not gonna mind looking after her.
She will be well taken care of
with the Rivas fortune.
She'll be fine. She'll be proud of you.
I will think about it.
And think about this...
what would Maria have you do?
Ah, fuck.
Here. Let me.
It's just a press conference.
You've done dozens.
You'll be charming and wonderful as always.
There. 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, Ike. He'll listen to you.
You cannot lose Victor and Stevie.
They're part of all of this.
They're family.
Not again, Vee.
Not now.
What is happening? Ike? What is happening?
I am saving everything
that I have spent my entire life building.
Jesus Christ, Vee, I am so fucking close.
In ten 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.
These are the 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.
Good luck.
Thank you, Cuda.
There's a two-way mirror here?
In the hall.
Come on, man. Let's see it.
What?
I have to go home.
She pregnant?
The twat's daddy wants to run for governor of New Jersey.
Jesus. Get her out of here.
Auf wiedersehen, baby.
We are fucked.
Ben loved that fake kraut.
He wanted her in a leather Nazi rig.
You know, like, for the surf side set.
I know a blonde.
So you just dim the lights in this room,
bring 'em up in the next.
Hey, Billy! Turn up that dimmer!
A beautiful blonde? Willing?
We're talking whips and knots and...
All righty.
Here's a nice one.
like this, then inscribe a circle.
Don't go down too low.
Judi?
It's me... Danny.
Hey.
Hey. Um, come in.
Sorry, I don't want to interrupt.
Oh, no, it's fine. Please, any excuse.
He's killing me.
- Uh... - Other way. That's it.
Coffee?
Sure. Yeah, okay.
Aren't you at work?
Lunch hour.
Yeah. I, uh, 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, uh, 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, um...
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?
She give you the Evans family discount?
Fuck! Jesus.
Get the fuck out of here!
What, is this a bad time?
Hey, you know what? You kids finish up.
I'll catch the end of Jack Lalanne.
Fuckin' asshole.
I'm sorry.
No.
What a jerk.
Now take one leg up here as high as you can.
Point your toe, let your knees dip.
Two, three, four.
Counselor, I am a vault. A tomb.
- This goes nowhere. Not even Mercedes... - Shut the fuck up.
Get out of my place.
Little higher. One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four,
two, two, three, four...
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's this fuck at the D.A.'s office.
The jerk who busted my John at the Miramar.
Yeah. I remember him.
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.
You start out at $100 an hour.
If it works out,
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 the tour. And your outfit.
Lucky bastard.
I wish I had a war wound to get out of work.
Hey. After I heal,
I'll carry your rifle.
Done.
She'll be able to join you soon enough.
Hi.
Can I come in?
Sure.
Excuse, uh, you know...
Oh.
For 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,
Ike wants to be a good man.
Wants to be a good father, good husband.
But he's playing at it. Acting it.
He doesn't...
feel it.
Not really.
You're wrong, Stevie. He would kill for you.
For any of us.
And maybe he has.
You probably don't want a drink.
Sure. If the glass is clean.
To family.
Family.
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.
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 new 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.
That 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.
Uh, you seemed to enjoy it.
I can't.
Not now.
I work for the state's attorney, okay?
- And, uh... - And I'm a whore?
And what does that make your brother?
Family.
I see.
Guess you are an Evans after all.
Welcome to the Miramar Playa, Mr. Berman.
We've been expecting you.
Thank you. What's your name?
- John. - Thanks, John.
Uh, this big crew is not necessary.
Uh, just you, all right?
Yes, sir. This way to your elevator.
Thanks. Thank you.
Sy.
Almost.
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. Uh...
I bought him this thing.
My father, it cost him, like, $2,000, $3,000 in lessons.
It's the only thing I know. I don't even know that.
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.
5-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, um...
there is an order. The way that things work.
How many, uh, how many hotels
would you say that we own a piece of in Miami Beach?
I don't know.
Moe, how many?
All of 'em.
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.
Beautiful show. "Havana Fire." My guest.
Ooh. "Havana Fire." I heard of this.
You're gonna have to twist my arm a little.
Thank you.
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 Ike Evans to you, through a torturous 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.
These are transcripts.
Now this is the only the last three days' worth of chats
between you and Ike Evans
and you and various other known associates
of the Chicago outfit.
I can prove that you provided legal evidence to Ike 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.
Follow me, please.
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.
Well, 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 startin' to get a little bit spooked.
I got money on...
Hey, boys.
John. John, how you been?
Bel. How you doin'?
How are you, Sy? Good to see you.
Sit down, boys. Relax, please.
Look at this right here.
Ooh. Ooh.
This is from Hoffman's. Not the shit you serve here.
New fresh dills. Best on the beach.
I'm takin' 'em with me today.
Go ahead. Relax.
All right. Sure.
Here.
Uh, no, I'm good. Thanks.
Um...
You're good?
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.
Now when the gambling bill passes,
- everything will be great. - No. No. If.
If the gambling bill passes.
Even better,
I got Ike to make a deal with the beard
and 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.
Uh, Ike will, uh, will run The Riviera,
The Capri and The Nacional,
and we will get our cut like always.
Oh. Wow.
That's, uh, that's some good stuff, Benny.
See? I got you back into Havana.
Uh, I'd like to get Eddie Blue down there
just to check things out, make sure everything's okay.
That okay with Ike?
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.
Hole? What hole?
You lost $2 million of our fuckin' money on...
Fucking Santo and fucking Nicky Grillo, they rigged the lottery.
Another thing,
Santo's been up everybody's ass about this kid.
Nicky's been missing a couple of days.
Benny, he's a made guy.
If you touched one hair
on his fuckin' head without permission...
I'd give a finger. I'd give a finger
to have him for ten minutes on my own.
I know he took us down.
- I know that he fucking... - 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.
Uh, 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, uh, 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 fuckin' heart out
at the sign of any wavering on this bill.
We, uh, 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 you.
You will testify before a court of law
that you took bets from Doug Feehan
at the Sea Breeze Sports Book.
- Yeah, but you gotta... - 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 of...
Give me something worthwhile, we will talk deal.
Get him out of my sight.
Should we get Doug?
For what? Gambling debts?
No.
No. We'll 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, Ike.
Can you hold them off until after the vote?
Probably. But, Ike, 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... - No, 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. Hmm?
I was married once before.
I was 12.
Yeah.
A year younger than Lo.
My father took a, 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.
Big cheer. 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.
Can you turn that off, please?
What are you doing here, Mrs. Diamond?
We have a lot in common, Ike.
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, Ike,
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, Ike?
What is this?
The end of Ben Diamond.
Kill the bastard.
Kill 'em all.
- Look! - What?
Let's get out of here!
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