Original subtitles

PREVIOUSLY ON "MAGIC CITY"...

YOU KNOW THEY KILLED MYRNNA

BECAUSE THEY THOUGHT SHE WAS YOU?

AAH![gunshot]

YOU'RE NEXT. LEAVE MIAMI NOW.

I'LL BE FINE, IKE.

NO, YOU WON'T BE.

THE MIRAMAR PLAYA MINORITY OWNERSHIP

IS HIDDEN BEHIND THE THICKEST WEB OF COMPANIES

THIS FIRM HAS EVER SEEN.

WHAT OR WHO, EXACTLY, ARE YOU HIDING, SIR?

PIERCE FULLER, DOUBLE CHEK CORPORATION.

WE'RE AN INVESTMENT FIRM INTERESTED IN A FREE CUBA.

VIC, NO FAMILY SHOULD BE BROKEN UP LIKE THIS.

WELCOME TO MIAMI BEACH, FLORIDA...

$25,000 ON HARPER.

BIG IKE. GOING FOR THE DOG.

[bell dings]BEN WENT BIG ON VALIENTE!

THE FIGHT ISN'T FIXED!

CHANGE MY BET.CAN'T CHANGE SHIT.

YES, YOU CAN. WE HAVE TIME.

NO CAN DO.

[man] AND A NICE HOOK SENDS HARPER TO THE CANVAS!

[Bel] YOU RAN INTO THE PROPELLER ON THIS ONE, KID.

♪♪♪♪♪

Captioned by Closed Captioning Services, Inc.

[seagulls crying]

WHAT THE FUCK?!

AW, SHIT.

THE BUTCHER'S WIFE.

ARE YOU FUCKING THE BUTCHER'S WIFE?

I THINK I LOVE HER.

OH! OH.

[grunting]

I SAID I LOVE HER!

YOU'RE GONNA DIE WITH HER.

YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING DIE WITH HER.

WELL, I'LL TAKE MY FUCKING CHANCES.

THERE ARE NO CHANCES, STEVIE.

THERE'S NO ODDS. THERE'S NO ESCAPE.

IF BEN DIAMOND SEES THESE, HE'S GONNA FIND YOU,

CUT YOU IN HALF WITH A FUCKING HANDSAW,

AND STUFF YOU IN AN OIL DRUM IN BISCAYNE BAY.

WHERE'D YOU GET THESE?

CAME WITH THIS.

[whispers] FUCK.

LOOK WHAT YOU DID.

YOU BROUGHT THAT MANIAC INTO OUR HOUSE.

I'M SO SICK OF CLEANING UP AFTER YOU.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

WHILE YOU WERE OFF PLAYING JOE COLLEGE ON DAD'S DIME,

GUESS WHO'S RIGHT HERE?

WHO FIXES THE CARD GAMES?YOU.

HIRES THE HOOKERS? PAYS OFF THE COPS?YOU CHOSE THIS LIFE!

YOU CHOSE THIS LIFE!DID I, YOU FUCKING BITCH?

YOU CHOSE THIS FUCKING LIFE! YOU CHOSE THIS LIFE!

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME.

YOU KNOW, YOU... YOU AND DAD ARE...

ARE WHAT?!

YOU'RE NOT ME.

YOU'RE NOT ME.

I HOPE SHE WAS WORTH IT.

I FUCKING HOPE SHE WAS WORTH IT.

IS MERCEDES?!

YOU FUCKING KID!

[indistinct conversations]

SO. YOUNG JIMMY SHOES.

WHAT BRINGS YOU DOWN TO OUR FAIR BURG?

ANY BITS OF JUDI SILVER?

NOT YET. MAYBE SHE'S NOT DOWN THERE.

KEEP LOOKING.

IF HE CAME DOWN TO KILL HER,

WHO THE HELL DID HIM?

CALL SID RASKIN.

TELL HIM TO GET HIS CLIENT DOWN HERE.

EVANS WON'T WANNA COME DOWN HERE.

JUST GET HIM DOWN HERE.

THANK YOU, DOUG.

[lighter clicks]

[coins drop]

[clacking]

FROM SZECHUAN, HUH?

YES.

[telephone rings]

DIAMOND RESIDENCE.

HEY, DOUGALA. HOW GOES THE CRIME FIGHTING?

YEAH, YEAH.

THESE ARE ALL FROM THE SAME REGION, HUH?

ALL SZECHUAN.

THAT SOUNDS PROMISING. SURE.

HEY, WE'LL KNOCK A LITTLE OFF YOUR VIG FOR THAT.

GO. CATCH SOME BAD GUYS.

GUESS WHO'S VISITING KLEIN'S DOG AND PONY SHOW IN THE HANGAR?

IKE EVANS.DID THEY FIND ANYTHING YET?

THE SHIT'S BEEN UNDERWATER FOREVER.

NO PRINTS, NO WHORE, NOTHIN'.

THEY'RE WORKING ON SHOES NOW.

IKE. IKE.

HE WON'T SAY NOTHING, BENNY.

UH, NORMALLY, I'D SAY NOT A CHANCE,

BUT I-I SENSE SOMETHING.

A... A CRACK IN THE EVANS FACADE.

SO MAYBE, UH, IKE SPENT YOUR 100 G's, HUH?

OH, WE'LL FIND OUT ON FRIDAY, WON'T WE?

I'LL TAKE THIS IN A DEEP WINE.

I NEED SOME OPERATING CASH TO BRIDGE ME UNTIL FALL,

AND I AM WILLING TO SELL SOME OF MY SHARES TO GET IT...

SELL THEM TO YOU.

TO ME?

[lighter clicks open]

[clicks shut]

WHAT DO YOU WANT, IKE?

HALF A MILLION IN CASH FOR 15% OF MY MAJORITY STAKE.

WHY ME?

YOU CAN AFFORD IT. YOU DO LOVE THAT BEACH.

WHY NOTYOU?

I HAVE NO INTEREST

IN BUYING MY WAY BACK INTO YOUR LIVES.

TRUST ME. YOU GET TO KNOW US,

YOU WILL PAY BIG MONEY TO GET OUTOF OUR LIVES.

[chuckles]

[exhales]

LEAVE THE TERMS HERE.

I'LL TALK TO MY LAWYERS. NO PROMISES.

THIS HAS TO HAPPEN SOON, THOUGH, OKAY?

ARE YOU IN TROUBLE, IKE?

I AM IN BUSINESS, MEG.

I SPENT SOME VERY SCARY NIGHTS IN THIS ROOM.

I SAT RIGHT THERE

AND ASKED YOUR FATHER FOR MOLLY'S HAND IN MARRIAGE.

HOW'D THAT GO?

[deep voice] "DUDLEY! GET ME MY GUN!"

[both laugh]

WELL, YOU MADE PROGRESS. YOU'RE LEAVING UNSCATHED.

TAKE CARE, CABANA BOY.

[chuckles]

THEN PACK YOUR BAGS.

'CAUSE UNLESS YOU YOURSELF PITCH GARRY IN HIS GODDAMN OFFICE

ON 57th STREET, THIS DEAL AIN'T GONNA CLOSE.

FORGET IT. I CAN'T LEAVE NOW. IT'S NOT GONNA HAPPEN

THEN NEITHER IS GARRY MOORE. KISS IT GOOD-BYE.

I'VE GOT IT.

THANKS, VEE. BETTER THAN WOLFIES.

MORE COFFEE?

HON, WILL YOU TRY STEVIE'S ROOM AGAIN?

THE ATLANTIS? HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE HERE RIGHT NOW.

SURE.

FUCKING KID.

STEVIE TELLS ME WE'RE LOSING "EXTRAVAGANZA LATINA"?

[Ike] CASTRO WON'T LET THE GIRLS TRAVEL.

[Phil] I LOVE THOSE GIRLS.

[Sol] EVERYBODY DOES. THEY'RE A MIRAMAR PLAYA INSTITUTION.

I MEAN, THEY'RE HERE EVERY SPRING.

WE'LL FEEL THAT, IKE. WE NEED SOMETHING IN THAT ROOM.

WHO'S STEVIE GOT BEHIND THEM?

I'M CALLING, I'M CALLING.

[Victor] THEN WE'LL GET ANOTHER REVUE,

ANOTHER LATIN GIRLIE SHOW, I DON'T KNOW.

TOWN'S LOUSY WITH CUBAN DANCERS.

[Sol] BETTER FIND ONE FAST.

[telephone rings]

[men continue indistinctly]

[sighs][ring]

[ring]

[ring]

[receiver clatters]

VEE?

TELL ME ABOUT THE FIRST TIME YOU SAW ME.

WHAT'S WRONG?

IS SOMETHING WRONG?

JUST TELL ME, OKAY?

IN HAVANA?

IT WAS, UM...

SPRING...

OF '54.

I WAS THERE WITH VIC AND FEW OF THE GUYS.

SO WE'RE SITTING THERE AT THE TROPICANA.

I WAS BORED.

THEN THE LIGHTS WENT DOWN.

I LOOKED UP,

AND THERE YOU WERE, YOUR EYES LIKE...

LIKE THE OCEAN.

AND I KNEW. I SAW IT ALL.

YOU, UM...

YOU WERE WEARING A BLACK LEOTARD WITH THOSE CRAZY LONG LEGS.

GOD... HOW YOU MOVED, HOW YOU...

HOW YOU DANCED.

I'M NOT THAT GIRL ANYMORE.

I LOST HER.

I'M NOT HAVING A BABY.

THAT'S O--THAT'S OKAY.

IT'S--IT'S ALL RIGHT.

WE--WE CAN, YOU KNOW, STOP TRYING.

FORGET ABOUT IT. IT'LL HAPPEN.

IT WON'T HAPPEN. I CAN'T.

YOU DON'T KNOW THAT.I DO.

I DO KNOW. THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU.

[whispers] WHAT DO WE DO NOW?

WE LOVE EACH OTHER.

COME ON. LET'S GO BACK TO BED.

EVERYTHING IS GONNA BE OKAY.

[whispers] I PROMISE.

[sniffles]

[Lauren giggles in distance]

[Stevie, in distance] OH, MY GOD. OH, MY GOD.

♪♪♪♪♪

[Stevie and Lauren speaking indistinctly]

♪♪♪♪♪

AMAZING.

WE'RE GONNA DO THE CUP HANDS, RIGHT? ARE MY FINGERS LIKE THIS?

[children] NO!"NO!" HOW AM I SWIMMING?

[singsongy] PICKING CHERRIES FROM A BASKET."

DAN THE MAN.

[children laughing]

♪♪♪♪♪

OKAY.

WE'VE BEEN ALL THROUGH THESE, KID.

ANY CRIMINAL RECORDS?

NOTHING RELEVANT. D.U.I., TRESPASSING...

MONTE, THE VALET--

HE GOT CAUGHT PISSING IN THE RONEY PLAZA LOBBY.

PUBLIC INTOXICATION.

WELL, LEAST IT WASN'T IN OUR LOBBY. MOTIVE?

YOU GOTTA GO, YOU GOTTA GO. [chuckles]

ALL RIGHT, FOR OUR OWN GUYS TO HIT US,

BESIDES THE MONEY, THERE'S NOTHING I CAN SEE.

YOUR POP'S GOOD TO HIS PEOPLE. THERE'S NO APPARENT GRUDGES.

WE CHECKED EVERY FENCE AND PAWN SHOP IN TOWN.

THIS GUY'S EITHER SITTING ON THE LOOT,

OR HE'S DUMPING IT SOMEWHERE ELSE.

THIS FOOL'S EITHER CRAZY, VERY DESPERATE,

OR JUST PLAIN STUPID.

WHY?

EVERYBODY KNOWS THE BUTCHER KEEPS A CABANA HERE.

HE LIKES TO KEEP IT QUIET FOR HIS GAME.

YOU JUST DON'T MESS WITH BEN DIAMOND'S BUSINESS.

CLIMBING ALL OVER A 14-STORY HOTEL IN THE DARK?

WE'RE LOOKING FOR AN ATHLETE. I COULDN'T DO THAT.

[sighs] WHO THE HELL COULD?

SPIDER MONKEY?

WHAT?

THANKS.

ANYTIME.[door opens]

SOMEBODY LOVES YOU.

THEY MADE YOU A NICE LUNCH.

MY DAUGHTER.

MERCEDES, RIGHT?

YOU SAID YOU HAD NEWS.

WE HAVE A BOAT AND A GUIDE IN PLACE.

SHE'LL BE HOME TO YOU VERY SOON.

GOOD, RIGHT?

FOR SURE? MERCEDES WILL BE--

LET'S JUST KEEP THAT BETWEEN US FOR RIGHT NOW.

THE LESS PEOPLE WHO KNOW ABOUT IT, EVEN MERCEDES,

THE SAFER MARIA WILL BE.

YOU UNDERSTAND.

SURE. YEAH.

OH, YEAH.

LOVE TO HAVE A DRINK WITH YOUR BOSS,

MEET THE FAMOUS IKE EVANS.

FOR DOUBLE CHEK CORPORATION?

FOR A FREE CUBA.

SURE.

SURE, OKAY.

WE'RE ALL ON THE SAME SIDE HERE, VIC.

THANK YOU.

MR. FULLER?

MM?

YOU GET THIS TO MY WIFE?

FOR HER TRIP, YOU KNOW.

NO PROMISES...

BUT I'LL DO MY BEST.

[Bobby Day] ♪ ROCKIN' ROBIN ♪♪ TWEET, TWEET, TWEET ♪

♪ ROCK, ROCK, ROCKIN' ROBIN ♪

♪ TWEET, TWEEDILY-DEE ♪

♪ GO, ROCKIN' ROBIN, 'CAUSE WE REALLY GONNA ROCK TONIGHT ♪

♪ TWEET, TWEEDILY-DEE ♪

♪ EVERY LITTLE SWALLOW, EVERY CHICKADEE ♪

[Sid] HE'S NOT FUCKING AROUND.

CAN HE MAKE ME COME DOWN THERE?

EVENTUALLY, SURE,

AND THEN IT'LL BE IN HANDCUFFS, MY FRIEND.

I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING.

JUST BE A MENSCH AND GO SEE THE MAN.

YOU'RE THE KING OF CHARM.

WORK THIS ASSHOLE. LET'S GET ON WITH OUR LIVES.

♪♪♪♪♪

[horn honks]

YOU OWE ME ONE, EVANS.

I KNOW.

[knock on door]

[door opens]

I GAVE HIM THE FILES LIKE YOU ASKED.

CAN YOU SHUT MY DOOR, PLEASE?

[door closes]

IT'S ME.

[Stevie] HANG ON.

[sighs]

[jazz music playing]

AH, SCREW YOU.

WHAT'S THAT SMELL?

MARIJUANA. [clears throat]

I'M UNDER A LOT OF STRESS. DO YOU WANT SOME?

MARIJUANA? JESUS, STEVIE. I SHOULDN'T EVEN BE IN HERE.

YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH PROBLEMS WITHOUT JAIL TIME?

CAN WE POSSIBLY BE RELATED? WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I THINK I KNOW WHO'S BLACKMAILING YOU.

DIVIN' DAVE. REALLY?

ROBBERIES STARTED WHEN HE SHOWED UP.

HE'S PRACTICALLY A GYMNAST.

CLIMBING UP THE BALCONIES WOULD BE NOTHING FOR HIM.

AND... LOOK, HE'S DONE IT BEFORE.

FRIEND AT THE D.A.'s GAVE ME HIS RECORDS.

THREE ARRESTS, BUT NO CONVICTIONS,

WHICH IS WHY THERE'S NOTHING ON HIS EMPLOYEE BACKGROUND CHECK--

FOR BREAKING AND ENTERING, YOU KNOW, SECOND-STORY WORK.

ATLANTIC CITY, SAN DIEGO, AND FORT MYERS.

CLOWNS.

DANNY.

THIS IS AMAZING.

THIS IS GREAT.

YOU SAVED MY LIFE.

WE SHOULD LET THE COPS HANDLE IT NOW.

NO. NO, WE SHOULDN'T.

BEN OWNS HALF THE FORCE.

HE'D HAVE THESE PICTURES BY DINNER.THEN DAD.

STEVIE, WE SHOULD GO TO DAD WITH ALL OF THIS.

HE'LL DEAL WITH DAVE. DAD'LL KNOW--STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP,

STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP, STOP. STOP.

LOOK...

IT'S MY FUCKING LIFE, OKAY?

NOW THANK YOU FOR THIS.

IT'S A THEORY. YOU KNOW, DAVE'S JUST A SUSPECT.

I C--YOU C--I DON'T HAVE CONCLUSIVE PROOF--LITTLE--LITTLE BROTHER,

I WON'T DO ANYTHING UNTIL I TALK TO YOU FIRST.

LET ME HAVE A MINUTE TO THINK ABOUT ALL THIS. OKAY?

NO COPS, NO DAD. PLEASE.

BUT--

I PROMISE.

OKAY.

WHY DO IT?

I GET THAT SHE'S BEAUTIFUL AND ALL THAT--

YOU KNOW, THE SEX AND ALL...

BUT SHE'S BEN DIAMOND'S WIFE.

YOU KNOW I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS?

I CAN'T EVEN LOOK OVER THE BALCONY AT POP'S.

SEE, THE TRUTH IS...

IT ISN'T REALLY FEAR.

IT'S DIFFERENT. WEIRDER. IT'S LIKE... EXCITEMENT.

I GET NEAR THE EDGE...

I LOOK DOWN AT THE PAVEMENT...

AND I CAN FEEL THE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH.

I MEAN...

I ACTUALLY HAVE TO TAKE A STEP BACK.

EVEN THOUGH I KNOW IT'LL KILL ME...

I STILL FIGHT THE PULL...

TO, YOU KNOW...

JUMP.

YEAH, WELL, THIS TIME, YOU TOOK US ALL WITH YOU.

[door closes]

[drilling, indistinct conversations]

HE'S HERE.

GO GET HIM NOW.

IKE EVANS.[camera shutter snaps]

MR. EVANS.

WELCOME.

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU? WHY AM I HERE?

THERE'S NO SMOKING INSIDE.

YEAH, I'M PRETTY SURE NO ONE HERE'S GONNA COMPLAIN.

THE OPEN CORPSES RELEASE METHANE GAS, AND THEN THERE ARE

THE CHEMICALS WE USE TO LIFT FINGERPRINTS OFF OF THESE CARS.

YOU CAN LIFT FINGERPRINTS, EVEN IF THEY'VE BEEN UNDERWATER?

HOW'D YOU KNOW THEY'VE BEEN UNDERWATER?

OH, I DON'T KNOW, JACK. RUST? THAT'S WHAT TIPPED ME OFF.

I COULD BE WRONG. JUST A HOTEL GUY.

YOU SQUEAMISH, IKE?

[sighs]

PALMETTO BUGS CREEP ME OUT. OTHERWISE, I'M OKAY.

OKAY. GOOD.

JIMMY "SHOES" CLAYTON-- HIT MAN FOR THE MINNEAPOLIS MOB.

YOU RECOGNIZE HIM?

SHOULD I?

HE WAS LAST SEEN TEN DAYS AGO,

DRIVING AWAY FROM THE MIRAMAR PLAYA,

WITH JUDI SILVER DRUNK IN THE BACKSEAT.

NOW SHOES IS LYING HERE WITH MASHED POTATOES FOR BRAINS,

AND JUDI'S...

DISAPPEARED.

MY GUESS IS YOU HOPE SHE STAYS DISAPPEARED.

THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE GOOD AT, JACK--GUESSING.

SEVEN BODIES.

LOOK AROUND. PLEASE.

SEVEN POOR BASTARDS WHO WORKED WITH OR FOR BEN DIAMOND.

DENTAL RECORDS INDICATE THIS LUMP OF SHIT WAS KENNY SEIGEL.

HE CROSSED THE BUTCHER IN A CUBAN COCAINE DEAL IN '54.

THIS THING, WE THINK, MIGHT BE ALBERT ROSEN.

HAD A METAL PLATE IN HIS HEAD, FROM THE PACIFIC.

AL WAS BEN'S LATE PARTNER IN D&R MEATPACKING.

BEN'S PARTNERS DON'T SEEM TO LAST TOO LONG.

YOU KNOW WHERE WE FOUND THEM ALL?

NOPE.

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE GLADES, TIED TO THOSE CARS,

AT THE BOTTOM OF A LIMESTONE QUARRY THAT YOU OWN.

IT'S WHERE THE LIMESTONE FOR YOUR BEAUTIFUL LOBBY CAME FROM.

YOU DUG THE HOLE, AND THE BUTCHER FILLED IT,

WHICH IS... EFFICIENT.

AND THAT'S IT?

[camera shutter snaps]

THAT'S WHAT YOU GOT? REALLY?

THAT'S WHY YOU YANKED ME DOWN HERE?

LOOK, IF YOU SAY THAT I OWN IT ON PAPER,

I GUESS IT'S TRUE.

HELL, I'M SURE THERE'S PROBABLY SOME BICYCLE WHEELS

AND AN OLD ZENITH TV IN THAT HOLE I DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

YOU SEE, THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE DO, JACK, IN THE GLADES.

THEY DUMP SHIT.

WITNESSES PUT SHOES WITH JUDI SILVER, LEAVING YOUR HOTEL,

AND THEY PUT YOU LEAVING RIGHT AFTER THEM, IN AN AWFUL HURRY.

THEN WE FIND SHOES DEAD IN YOUR QUARRY.

WON'T CONVICT YOU--YET-- BUT MAKES FOR A GOOD STORY

IN YOUR FAVORITE HOMETOWN NEWSPAPER.

THEN YOU FUCKING TELL IT...

AND THEN GRAB YOUR NUTS, DICK TRACY,

'CAUSE I WILL FUCKING OWN THEM.

BETTER HOPE BEN DOESN'T FIND OUT YOU DROPPED BY TO VISIT THE D.A.

LOOKS LIKE HE DOESN'T HANDLE BAD NEWS VERY WELL.

[lighter clicks]AND I WOULD PRAY HE FINDS JUDI SILVER BEFORE I DO.

[click]

SHE'LL PUT YOU AT THAT QUARRY, WON'T SHE?

IKE!

YOU ARE BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE--

THE STATE OF FLORIDA AND BEN DIAMOND.

IF YOU ARE CONNECTED TO ANY OF THIS BUSINESS HERE,

I PROMISE I WILL FIND OUT

AND I WILL CRUSH YOU WITH A LEGAL SHIT-HAMMER,

AND IF I DON'T GET YOU, THE BUTCHER WILL.

THINK ABOUT WHAT I AM SAYING TO YOU, AND CALL ME!

I WOULDN'T WAIT VERY LONG!

[snip]

[bell tolling]

SO YOUR ADVICE IS "NO."

A FIRM, UNEQUIVOCAL, THUNDEROUS "NO."

[sighs]

POOR ISAAC.

I'LL HAVE MARK SEND HIM A--

NO. LET ME TELL HIM MYSELF. I OWE HIM THAT MUCH.

[car door opens]

IT'S LATE.

I KNOW.

I'M SORRY.

[sighs]

I'M ALMOST DONE.

[sighs]

SO PEOPLE COME AND SIT IN THIS CHAIR

AND TRY TO SELL YOU THINGS?

ALL DAY LONG.

CAN I TRY?

VEE, IT'S BEEN A VERY LONG DAY. I WILL BE UP IN A FEW MINUTES.

[sighs]

YOU LOST "EXTRAVAGANZA LATINA,"

AND YOU NEED SOMETHING TO REPLACE IT.

YOU KNOW I DANCED WITH THEM IN THE 1950 SEASON IN HAVANA?

I KNOW.

WHEN I WAS AT THE TROP,

WE THOUGHT THOSE GIRLS WERE A JOKE.

[whispers] LET ME PUT SOMETHING TOGETHER TO REPLACE THEM.

NO.

VEE, I VERY MUCH APPRECIATE WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO--

WHY ARE YOU BEING CONDESCENDING TO ME?

I KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT.

I-I WAS THE BEST DANCER

AT THE BEST, MOST FAMOUS CLUB IN HAVANA--MAYBE THE WORLD...

AND I'M OFFERING YOU MY--

WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU OFFERING ME? YOUR ASS IN A G-STRING?

NO.

YOU ARE MY WIFE.

YOU ARE THE QUEEN OF THE MIRAMAR PLAYA.

YOU DO NOT DANCE ANYMORE.

CESAR RAMOS IS A GENIUS. HE'S A GENIUS.

HE CREATED THAT SHOW WHEN YOU FIRST SAW ME,

WHEN YOU FIRST FELL IN LOVE WITH ME AT THE TROPICANA.

HE LIVES HERE NOW, IN MIAMI.

PLEASE LET ME ASK HIM TO MAKE SOMETHING GREAT FOR US, FOR YOU.

I AM ASKING YOU NOT TO DO THAT.

PLEASE, NOT RIGHT NOW. NOW IS NOT THE TIME.

I NEED TO DIG OUT FROM SOME THINGS.

ALL RIGHT? MAYBE LATER. PLEASE. FOR ME.

OKAY.

[whispers] THANK YOU.

I WILL BE RIGHT UP, OKAY?

[engine turns off]

[Chet Baker's "I Get Along Without You Very Well" playing]

♪ EXCEPT TO HEAR YOUR NAME ♪

♪ OR SOMEONE'S LAUGH THAT IS THE SAME ♪

♪ BUT I'VE FORGOTTEN YOU JUST LIKE I SHOULD ♪

HEY.

STEVIE.

WHAT'S GOING ON?

OPEN THE DOOR.

♪ WHAT A FOOL AM I ♪

SO WHAT BRINGS YOU TO MY, UH--

I WANT THOSE PICTURES.

I'M SORRY. WHAT PICTU--

NOW.

[grunts]

FUCK OFF!

GIVE ME THE NEGATIVES, POLAROIDS.

OR WHAT? HUH? OR FUCKING WHAT, FAGGOT?

[pants] YOU GONNA KILL ME?

[pants] YOU'RE NOT A KILLER.

UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU, THE BUTCHER SURE IS.

20 LARGE, 48 HOURS...

I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING I HAVE.

HOW DO I KNOW THERE AREN'T ANY COPIES?

YOU DON'T.

IT'S LIKE LIFE, STEVIE. [sighs]

[pours liquor]THERE ARE NO GUARANTEES.

[bottle thuds]HERE'S THE DEAL.

YOU GIVE ME MY 20 GRAND,

AND JANICE AND I ARE OFF TO L.A...

GONE.

♪ WHAT A GUY ♪

HEY, BABE...

PAY ME, OR KILL ME.

♪ WHAT A FOOL AM I ♪

DRINK FOR THE ROAD?

[door opens and closes]

♪ COULD KID THE MOON ♪

[clatter]

[dog barking in distance]

[engine starts]

[engine revs]

♪♪♪♪♪

[child shouting indistinctly]

[chips clatter]

[ice cubes clink]

[clears throat and sighs]

I HATE TO BEAT THIS TO DEATH...

BUT ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY SURE?

I NEVER FORGET A FRIEND, SON.

NO. OUR IKE NEVER GAVE ME ONE RED CENT FROM YOU.

ALWAYS A CHANCE TO RECTIFY THAT SITUATION, THOUGH.

[chuckles]

♪♪♪♪♪

YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

HE KNOWS.

NO. NO, HE DOESN'T.

HE WON'T.

WHAT'S HAPPENED?

WELL, YOU HAVE A RIGHT TO KNOW, AND THAT'S WHY, UM--

STEVIE?

WHAT HAS HAPPENED?

POLAROIDS.

NO. NO. STEVIE, NO. YOU PROMISED ME.

I KNOW WHO HAS THEM. I'M GONNA GET THEM BACK.

HOW?

HOW? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY'LL DO TO YOU?

ARE THEY BLACKMAILING YOU?

OF COURSE THEY ARE. WELL, WE'RE DEAD.

WE ARE ALREADY FUCKING DEAD. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE'S GONNA DO?

HE'S GONNA FIND US, AND HE'S GONNA KILL US.

HE'S GONNA KILL US, AND IT WILL BE SLOW AND UGLY.

HE WILL ENJOY IT BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT HE DOES.

BEN DIAMOND KILLS PEOPLE. HE KILLS PEOPLE!

HEY!

I HAVE TO GO.

NO.IT'S GONNA BE OKAY.

STEVIE, PLEASE. S--

[door slams]

YEAH, CAN YOU GET ME CHICAGO,

LAKESHORE 5-7-2-2-5?[lighter clicks]

[man] One moment, please?

Thank you for holding. [speaks indistinctly]

[click, lighter clatters]

SY. [exhales] IT'S LILY.

LOOK... [sighs] I WOULDN'T CALL. I'M SORRY TO BOTHER YOU, BUT...

[speaks indistinctly]

I'M BEING BLACKMAILED.

I'M AFRAID BEN... [sighs]

NO. NO. SY? SY, IF HE FINDS OUT, HE'LL KILL ME.

I'M NO USE TO YOU DEAD.

[dial tone]

[receiver clatters]

BEN?

JUST MISSED HIM. THEY SPLIT A SECOND AGO.

HE'S ON HIS WAY TO HIS CAR.

[bell dings]

HEY! HEY!

[tires screech]

[panting]

WHAT?

I'M SORRY. I--YOU--YOU ASKED...

TAKE YOUR TIME, KID. TAKE YOUR TIME.

I KNOW WHO'S BEEN ROBBING THE MIRAMAR PLAYA.

YOU TOLD ME TO TELL YOU WHEN I FOUND OUT, SO I AM.GOOD, GOOD.

DAVE DONAHUE. THE DIVING ACT. DIVIN' DAVE. HE WORKS HERE.

YOU'RE SURE OF THIS?

ABSOLUTELY. HE BRAGGED ABOUT IT.

FINE. TELL VINCENT OR THE COPS.

HE BRAGGED THAT HE HIT THE BUTCHER'S JOINT

AND GOT AWAY CLEAN.

OH, DID HE, NOW?

HUH.

ALL RIGHT, KID.

[thump]

YOU WANT US TO TALK TO THE CLOWN?

LET'S GO.

[telephone ringing, indistinct conversations]

HI.

HI. MEG, RIGHT?

YES.

YOU MUST BE LAUREN. I'M...

I'M YOUR AUNT MEG. YOU PROBABLY DON'T REMEMBER ME.

I REMEMBER YOU.

YOU LOOK LIKE MY MOM.

YOUR, UH, MOTHER WAS MEG'S YOUNGER SISTER.

IS THAT THE NEW DOLL EVERYONE'S TALKING ABOUT?

I JUST GOT IT FOR MY BIRTHDAY.OH.

BARBIE. I DON'T REALLY PLAY WITH DOLLS ANYMORE.

OH, I DON'T KNOW.

THESE ARE PRETTY STYLISH.

THEY COME IN WHITE, TOO.

REALLY?ARE YOU LOOKING FOR IKE?

MM.

HE'S UP THOSE STAIRS, IN HIS OFFICE.

THANK YOU.

AND THANK YOU.[chuckles]

I HOPE TO SEE YOU BOTH VERY SOON.

[bell dings]

OH.

BYE.

BYE.

BYE.

MR. E.?

MEG BANNOCK IS HERE.

OKAY. SEND HER IN, FLO, PLEASE.

GO IN.

[telephone ringing]

[sighs]

WOW. QUITE A PLACE.

THE ENGINE ROOM.

COFFEE? DANISH? BAKED HERE.

NO, THANK YOU.

YOUR ANSWER IS "NO."

I'M SORRY.

WHY NOT?

MY ADVISORS TELL ME IT'S A BAD BUSINESS.

I'M SORRY, IKE.

ME, TOO.

I HOPE TO SEE YOU SOONER THIS TIME.

IT'S BEEN REALLY...

GOOD, SEEING YOU.

I MISSED YOU, MEG.

PLEASE FEEL FREE TO COME BY, USE THE BEACH,

MAKE DRIP CASTLES WITH LAUREN.

[chuckles] WILL DO.

[kisses]

SHIT.[door closes]

[telephone rings]

[ring]

HELLO?

[Ben] Hey, Ike. I'd like you to join us for cocktails tonight.

NO, BEN, TONIGHT'S NOT GOOD--

MY PLACE. 10:00.

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪♪♪

NO, NO. I DO LOVE YOUR HOUSE, THOUGH.

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.IT'S LOVELY. AND THE WAY YOU PUT IT TOGETHER.

[Ben laughs]

IKE.

HE'D LIKE YOU TO WAIT IN HIS OFFICE.

[Ben chuckles]

WE DON'T WANT ANYBODY DROWNING IN THESE PARTS.OH, ABSOLUTELY NOT.

♪♪♪♪♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

[clatter]

I WOULD LIKE A DRINK.

OH, YES, OF COURSE. FORGIVE ME.

UH, BEL? GET MY PARTNER A DRINK.

YOU'RE A VODKA MARTINI MAN, AREN'T YOU?

DEWAR'S, NEAT.

YES. MAKE THAT TWO.

[indistinct conversations]

♪♪♪♪♪

CHOCOLATE SHAKE?

IDIOT. PABST.

[bottles clink, bottle cap fizzes]

YOU'RE IN A GOOD MOOD.

WELL, THE UNIVERSE TAKES AWAY...

AND THE UNIVERSE GIVES BACK.

YOU STONED?

[liquor pours, bottle thuds]

I'M FREE.

WHAT DID YOU DO?

YOU SWORE YOU'D TELL ME. W--I PAID HIM OFF.

IT'S DONE. HE TOOK 5 GRAND.

A BIRD IN THE HAND. EVERY CENT I HAD IN THE WORLD.

YOU HAVE EVERYTHING? YOU HAVE ALL THE PHOTOS?

[clink]

[laughs]

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHAT HE TOLD YOU.

I GAVE HIM $65,000.

HE SAYS YOU GAVE HIM 10 GRAND TO VOTE AGAINSTGAMBLING.

WHAT? GAMBLING HURTS ME?

HURTS MY HOTEL? SHIT, BEN, YOU SAID IT YOURSELF.

I BUILT THE MIRAMAR PLAYA TO BE A CASINO.

THE SENATOR IS A LUSH

AND A SYPHILITIC OLD WHOREMONGER,

AND I WOULD WAGER THAT LYING COMES TO HIM

AS NATURALLY AS BREATH, BUT FOR SOME REASON--

CALL IT A GAMBLER'S INSTINCT--

I DON'T THINK HE'S THE ONE LYING HERE.

I THINK YOU ARE.

CIGARETTE?

THE PARI-MUTUELS OWN HIS ASS.

THEY PAY HIM MORE MONEY THAN WE EVER COULD,

AND THEY ALWAYS HAVE.

HE TAKES MONEY FROM THEM, HE TAKES YOUR MONEY FROM ME,

AND THEN HE VOTES HIS POCKETBOOK. WE LOSE.

WELL, THEN WHY GIVE HIM MY MONEY?

IT'S HIS COMMITTEE.

I THOUGHT WE HAD A SHOT,

AND I NEVER THOUGHT HE'D BE CRAZY ENOUGH TO TAKE YOUR MONEY

AND THEN FUCKING LIE ABOUT IT. IF I HAD--

NO![loud thud]

I GAVE YOUMY MONEY.

YOU!

HE SAYS, THEY SAY, HE SAYS, YOU SAY... BULLSHIT![pounds desk]

YOU,ISAAC.

YOU.

YOU TOOK MY MONEY, AND NOW YOUWILL GIVE IT BACK TO ME.

I DON'T HAVE IT.

NOW!

GO TO--GO TO OURHOTEL AND GET IT.

I JUST TOLD YOU, BEN, I DON'T FU--

GET IT!

ISAAC...

YOU AND I HAVE STARED INTO THE ABYSS TOGETHER.

YOU KNOW THAT I SIMPLY CANNOT ALLOW THIS TO GO UNPUNISHED.

I CAN'T.

PEOPLE WILL DIE TONIGHT.

THAT IS A PROMISE.

PLEASE...

BE BACK WITH MY MONEY BEFORE THEN.

[engine revs, tires screech]

[tires screech]

[water falling]

WHAT'S WRONG? IT'S THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

I NEED $100,000. I NEED IT RIGHT NOW.

YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON ON EARTH THAT MIGHT--YOU'RE INSANE.

I AM IN TROUBLE...

REAL TROUBLE, MEG. DO YOU THINK I WANT TO BE HERE?

WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

I WILL GIVE YOU 10%...

15% OF MY SHARES FOR $100,000.

THOSE SHARES ARE WORTH... AT LEAST TEN TIMES AS MUCH.

I'M SORRY, IKE, BUT... THIS IS NOT HOW WE DO BUSINESS,

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, LIKE TWO--"WE"?

"HOW WEDO BUSINESS"?

DO YOU KNOW WHY YOUR FATHER FINALLY AGREED

TO SELL ME THE BANNOCK PROPERTY?

HE INSISTED THAT I SIGN AWAY MY CHILDREN'S INHERITANCE.

[whispers] WHAT?

AND I DID.

I DID. [chuckles]

I SIGNED AWAY MY CHILDREN'S FUTURE

FOR THE MIRAMAR PLAYA.

OUR KIDS INHERITED NOTHING FROM MOLLY.

THAT MONEY ALL WENT BACK TO THE FAMILY, BACK... TO YOU.

MOLLY AGREED TO THIS?

SHE...

SHE BELIEVED IN ME. SHE BELIEVED IN...

MY DREAM.

I DIDN'T KNOW.

I NEED YOUR HELP, AND I AM WILLING TO PAY YOU WELL FOR IT.

PLEASE.

[telephone rings]

[ring]

ATLANTIS.

YEAH. YEAH, HANG ON.

HEY, AL.

YEAH.

IT'S FOR YOU.

[jazz music playing]

THANKS, KID.

SO?

WHAT, ARE YOU SURE?

OKEYDOKE.

[receiver clatters]

[bills rustle]

[thud]KEEP THE CHANGE.

THANKS.

IT'S YOUR LUCKY DAY.

WHAT THE--

[whack, clatter]

[thud]

GET HIM DRESSED.

LET'S GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE.

ALL RIGHT?

ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.COME ON.

ON THREE? YEAH?

LET'S GO.

YEAH.

ONE... TWO... THREE.ONE... TWO... THREE.

[thud]

I TOLD YA.

[Al pants]

PRETTY FUCKING CLOSE, THOUGH.

[Randy Newman's "Same Girl" playing]

♪ YOU'RE STILL ♪

♪ THE ♪

♪ SAME GIRL ♪

♪ YOU ALWAYS ♪

♪ WERE ♪

♪ YOU'RE STILL ♪

♪ THE ♪

♪ SAME GIRL ♪

♪ YOU ALWAYS ♪

♪ WERE ♪

♪ A FEW MORE NIGHTS ♪

♪ ON THE STREET, THAT'S ALL ♪

♪ A FEW MORE HOLES ♪

♪ IN YOUR ♪

♪ A FEW MORE YEARS ♪

♪ WITH ME ♪

♪ THAT'S ALL ♪

♪ STILL ♪

♪ THE ♪[woman screams and gasps]

♪ SAME GIRL ♪

WHY, MISS SILVER, YOU'VE GONE RED.

♪ THAT I ♪

♪ LOVE ♪