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Can I help you?

I'm lookin', for Ben Aronoff.

I'm afraid he's not in.

I've been trying to reach him for a week,
but he hasn't gotten back to me.

I call, and I call, and I call.

Now, look,
my boss is a very wealthy man

who wants to buy a boat.

And he wants to buy the boat
before he goes back to Michigan.

Now, look, I'm just trying
to give this man some money.

I'm Ben.

Why don't you bring your boss in?

We'll show him some boats,
and he can see what he likes.

My boss...

took me from the gutter,

gave me a job.

Everything I have, everything I am,
I owe to him.

I'd do anything for my boss.

Anything and everything.

I'd never turn my back on my boss.

You tell your boss that I'm done.

I don't owe anybody anything.

I'm paid in full and more so.

You tell him that.

Okay. I'll tell him.

I'll tell him every word.

Hey, Ben.

You couldn't build
a fuckin' outhouse right now

without somebody
blowing up your goddamned car!

Irv, calm the fuck down
and just tell me what happened.

It's over! The war's over. We lost, man.

No. No, what did Lansky say?

You don't get it!

What did he say?

We're done! We're out of business, Ben!

We lost the union!
You still got your cash, right?

Son of a bitch.

- What's that?
- I got it.

You've always been a lucky bastard.

Now, grab your family and your money,

and get the hell out
before things get any worse!

I'm Ben Aronoff, contractor,
entrepreneur, husband, father,

and out of business.

Time to start over.

You gotta see this.

We are done with winters in New Jersey.

New start, babe.

What about our house, Ben,
and the construction business?

We outgrew it.

Coney Island, New Jersey...

It's a new beginning, Mrs. Aronoff.
We're in Florida.

New life.

I'm not sure what was wrong
with our old life.

You're swinging with Tarzan now. Hang on.

I'm going down to the front desk
to square some things away.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on. Keep it down.

You two over there, Melissa in this bed.

Settle down.

I'm coming back in two minutes,
turning off the lights.

- Hey.
- Bourbon, neat.

You got it.

Two Millers and a highball.

You got it.

Well, if I had known that you were
working, I'd have taken a table.

It's never too late.

- The king of construction, Big Ben.
- Jules!

Now, this guy is Jules Bergman,
Meyer Lansky's main man.

Very connected and very dangerous.

- How are ya?
- Welcome to Miami.

- Thank you.
- Find everything? Family good?

Yes. Yes. We're all settled in upstairs,

and I thank you for the arrangements.

Of course.

They tell me you built
100 houses in one suburb

from dirt to sold in under four months?

More than once. Drove the banks crazy.

Let's have a seat.

Sure.

So you call me when you're ready
and I'll get you in front of the old man.

Well, how is he?

When Castro came back to Havana
and stole Mr. Lansky's casino,

who took care of me?

Who got me off the island?

If you cut open Mr. Lansky's heart,

he would bleed only loyalty.

To you too, Ben.

You know, I appreciate that.
I appreciate all of it, but I...

I want to do something
on my own here, you know?

A new town, new beginning.

Like the second game of a doubleheader.

So what are your plans?

Like usual, to win.

Okay.

You call me when you're ready.

- Good seeing ya.
- Good to see you.

Thanks.

So, you still want that table?

Why wouldn't I?

Ben?

Shelley?

Shelley Katz, real-estate law.

Yep, he was a small-time lawyer,
but I needed someone hungry.

- How are ya?
- I'm great. Here's my card.

So do you, make the laws
or do you figure out ways to break 'em?

Scotch rocks.

I make, I break. I just don't do floors.

And what about you, Mr. Big Shot?

No, I checked up on you.

Giant shopping centers,
entire neighborhoods.

What are you planning for Miami? Pyramids?

Just looking for opportunities.

Well, then, for the record,
beyond my hourly rate,

I take 5% of any deal we close.

I'm a lot more than purchase agreements
and deeds of trust.

Three percent.

Okay.

You're too damn easy.

That's my new client discount.

All right, tell me, Counselor,
what do you know about that?

That, my friend...

is what makes Miami Miami.

Beats the hell out of concrete and dirt.

You're hired.

For what?

- How ya doing?
- Good, you?

- Ben.
- Knocky House, Mr. Aronoff.

Knocky? Is that you real name?

- It's what my friends call me.
- Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

So, what do you got in there?

Twin 327-cubic-inch Chevy V-8s.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah! Let's get out there!

- Go ahead, open her up!
- Let's do it!

Use that line!

All right!

And boom, just like that,
I was in love.

The speed, the water, the rush.

I wanted it, I needed it, I would have it.

Ready?

Yeah! I never get tired of this shit!

What do you think, guys?

And you, come here.

How about this? Whose name
do you think should be there?

- Who?
- Yours, silly!

What do you think?

- Yeah, it is kinda sexy.
- Yeah. It is.

Now, this, here, was my first race

against a bunch of rich fat cats
and their toys, and I loved it.

That's the suckers
we gotta beat right there.

Bet they never wrestled
a kid from Brooklyn College.

- Keep the throttle down! Let's go for it!
- I'm on it!

We're doing it!

Yeah!

Yeah!

We're beating 'em!

- We got 'em!
- Ah, yeah!

What was that?

Hold on,
I'm gonna check the back.

Keep her straight.

Ah, no. God. She's toast.

Okay, forget it. Fine, you know what?

It's fantastic.

Forget the motor, forget everything.

This is fantastic. I love it.

Let's go celebrate,
have a glass of champagne!

The 233. It's an exclusive boat.
It's an icon for style and speed.

It's the kind of sexy toy
that you can't live without.

Well, you close one door,
and you open another.

A new company with a new vision.

We're building boats that, well,
they push the envelope and break barriers.

Daring, defiant,
and, of course, they're irresistible.

If you want to cross
the finish line first, buy a Donzi.

It's a glorious day here
where a field of 51 racers

stream full speed ahead
from the starting line in Miami.

And there's Dick Bertram
racing his way to his usual position

at the front of the pack.

Mr. Aronoff, tell us about
that first win from Miami to Nassau.

Well, if you really want to win,

sometimes you have to take a chance,
let it all hang out.

As the kids say, it's gotta be your bag.

As the leaders
approach Nassau, it's Bertram,

Webb, and Ben Aronoff.

The racers make the turn
to clear the outside of the island.

And, oh, my!
That's Aronoff placing a big bet,

risking it all on a shortcut
through the shore,

threading the needle
through the jagged rocks!

Aronoff in the 0-0-7.

- Aronoff!
- Yes!

James Bond himself
has taken the lead!

And no one's gonna catch him now!

Thank you.

No olives.

Hey, Dad! Hey, Dad!

Catch!

Nice spiral, Joe Namath!

Wanna come play with us?

Later. I gotta find your mom.

Oh, wonderful of you to show up.

It got so late last night,
I just stayed at Knocky's.

Yesterday's race,
I think I broke something.

Yes, you did.

Excuse me.

The woman has a tattoo
of Elvis on both thighs,

and she's not convinced
that it looks like Elvis.

So she goes out in the street,
she finds a drunk,

and she lifts up her skirt,
and she says to the drunk...

Do you recognize these guys?

And the drunk says,
I don't know who the twins are,

but the guy in the middle
is definitely Willie Nelson.

I need a drink.
A good joke always makes me thirsty.

Ben, somebody wants to see you.

Mr. Lansky.

Meyer Lansky,
the financial wizard of organized crime.

When he called, you answered.

- Ben Aronoff of Sheepshead Bay.
- How are ya?

- All right. You look good.
- Oh, thanks.

Real good. I've been keeping up with you.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

Our box houses in Jersey
must feel like ages ago

and not nearly as sexy
as those boats of yours.

Build boats, build homes, same thing.

- Not according to my nephew.
- Is that right?

He's gaga for those powerboats of yours.

And those ads.

Hey, Robbie!

That's Robbie Reemer,
Meyer Lansky's little asshole nephew.

Tell us why you like Ben Aronoff.

Because Ben Aronoff has everything!

See?

Still remember Jacob, your father.

He'd be proud of you
selling to that hoity-toity crowd.

Making a stir, making a buck.

But on your own?

New beginnings?

That's crap.

Not wanting to be a bother?

More crap.

We're your family, Benny.

These are your people.

Sometimes you just want
to do some things on your own.

You do that when it
comes to banging shiksas

and betting the ponies.

You don't put
that bullshit in front of me.

You ever seen a head all swelled up?
That's you.

Not good for a goddamn thing.

Don't remember who you are
or where you came from.

Hey. Are you kidding me?

You know him? You know Meyer Lansky?

Oh, fuck Lansky!
I've worked too hard, Shelley,

for him to come in the middle of our shit.

We've got too many big things coming in.

Aronoff's revolutionary Cigarette

has taken offshore powerboat racing
by storm.

At each stop on the European circuit,

the Cigarette has burned through
the record books,

shattering every mark for time and speed.

Up to a fantastic 66 miles an hour,

13 miles an hour faster than
the record set three years ago.

Boats are sex symbols, and, certainly,
the Cigarette boat is a sexy boat,

but we don't market it that way.

It's a man's boat,
and it's a dangerous machine.

And there's Ben Aronoff
speeding home,

heading towards
his seventh victory this season.

One more and he reclaims
the world championship.

My husband would like
to purchase two Cigarette boats.

Well, for you,
I'll have to charge him double.

You know, I would have to come
to America, pick them up.

Could you?

Does it ever get cold in, Florida?

Very.

But I could always use some warmth

of the... Tuscan... sun.

Hey, Ben.

Shelley?

I've been lookin' all over for ya.

- Who is this man?
- He's my lawyer.

We gotta talk.

I'll be back. Don't you go.

Now I didn't volunteer,
okay, to run your office,

your business and your family,
for Christ's sake.

I'm just a lawyer, remember?

You flew 3,000 miles to complain?

What are you doing here, Ben?

What are you running away from? Lansky?

I'm busting my ass for our company.

Oh, oh, okay. Yeah, right. I can see that.

Winning races sells boats, Shelley.

Do you throw in the sex with every sale
or do they pay for that too?

- You better watch your fuckin' mouth.
- Oh, good. Great. Rip me to shreds, Ben,

because then there will be
absolutely nobody running your company.

I'm sorry.

Yeah.

I'm gonna win the world championship
at the end of this month, Shelley.

That's big. It's very big.

Mazel tov.

By the way,
your son just got into college.

He's leaving in a week.

I just thought you'd like to know.

I'll see you back in Florida.

But while I was
winning championships,

I was losing something far more important.

Kathy.

Andrew.

He damaged his spine
in the car accident.

He's in surgery now.

They say he may not make it.

Don't worry. We'll get this right.

We will get this right.

Andy, you gotta fight through this.

You need to stick around.

You're an Aronoff.
We fight back. We battle.

Okay, this is the deal.

You're gonna get through this,
you're gonna get better,

and you're gonna walk the hell outta here.

You hear me?

I'm gonna be here
all night with you, okay?

I'll be right here.
I'm gonna sleep right there on the couch.

I'm not going anywhere. Okay? Dad's back.

Dad's back.

Baby boy.

Your son had to almost lose his life
to get his father's attention.

What do the rest of us have to do?

Come on.

Come on.

- You got a lot of friends, Ben.
- Do I?

How is he? How's Andrew?

They told me he'll never walk again.

Oh, God.

I mean, he's here though, right?

He's a tough kid. He'll battle back.

Kathy and I are through. Done.

A long time ago, Ben.

So, how are we doing?

What do you mean? Business-wise?

Yes.

No, I'm not talking about that right now.

Oh, yes, you are, Shelley.

Actually, no, I'm not.

Just tell me, how are we doing?
What are the numbers? Just tell me.

Look, it's not like every time you win
a race, they gave you a million bucks,

which is half of what it costs to run the
racing team across Europe for the summer.

To be honest,
we can't sell enough hulls a year

to keep the company afloat,
not the way we're running it.

We're in a deep hole, Ben.

Well...

I'll fix it.

Like I always do.

I knew where I had to go,
and he was waiting for me.

I thought I got out,

but you never get out.

Great to see you, Ben.

Someone else
was waiting for me too.

Hell of a day out there, champ.

But they're still
running the horses at noon.

So, what do you say we burn a grand or two

and remember what real beer tastes like?

Andy.

I'm telling ya, feeling sorry
for yourself ain't gonna work.

You gotta get out there, boy.
You gotta live again.

Come on, buddy. Let's go out.
Let's go out to the track.

Okay, that's it.

I fuckin' hate you!

Well, I love you.

What do I see?

I see a smile?

You know you're still fucking crazy?

Yeah. I know that.

Now let's go to the track.

And they're off!

Here we go!

Here we go! Come on! Come on!

Do it! Five! Come on! Five! Come on!

- You got this!
- Do it! Do it! Do it!

Five! Come on!

Yes! There it is! Look, look!
Look, look, look! We got it!

Yes! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Bring it home!

- That's it, baby!
- We got it!

Come on, five!

Two wins today, buddy. Not bad.

You like it?

Yeah, what's not to like? It was fun.

You know, I got a line
on a big stable up north in Ocala.

What do you say we buy it?

We fill it with thoroughbreds,

and you run the whole damn thing.

I don't know anything about horses, Dad.

I didn't know anything
about boats or building houses.

See this? See that?

That was my whole year's salary
when I was a gym teacher in Brooklyn.

How do you think I did that?

How do you think I made that happen?

I busted my ass
and I beat the fuckin' odds.

So can you.

- You really think so?
- I know so.

I was never really there for him,

but I wanted to buy him some happiness,
and he took that money and ran.

Coño.

Top-of-the-line model.

- How much?
- Retail, 32K.

- You'll take 35?
- 45.

Fuck it. We take together, pair.

- Say, 80K.
- 100K.

Okay.

Deal.

What do you want the title to be?

Pick a name. A good one.

Nobody wants to explain
where the cash came from.

- Come with me.
- I like this guy.

And just like their drug-sniffing dogs,

once the DEA got the scent,

they were hard to shake.

Mr. Aronoff!

Stuart Lopez, DEA.

Nice boat!

I'd like to ask you a few questions.

Office.

I'll see you there.

Look, no surprise to you, Mr. Aronoff.

Cigarette boats are a big hit
on the drug-running circuit.

Lately, we busted a lot of
smugglers driving your boats.

My boats?

I mean, boats manufactured
by your company.

Ah, yes.

The problem is the sales names are fiction
and the hull numbers don't make any sense.

We sell boats.

They're registered, re-registered,
sold and resold.

And, by the way, the resale value
is through the fucking roof.

Do you record the hull numbers
associated with each purchase?

Now you know, and I know,
that it's illegal

not to record those numbers, so...

where are you going with this?

Just doing our job, Mr. Aronoff.

You know, catching bad guys.

Okay, so do you go to Smith and Wesson
every time you haul someone in with a gun?

Look, I make boats. Fast boats.

People want them.
They come in here, I take their ID,

they pay me money, and boom,
they are standing

in the cockpit of a speedboat,
a very sexy speedboat.

So what do you want me to do?

To chase them down and fingerprint them?

We'd put you on our payroll if you did.

That's good.

- Watch out.
- Out of the road!

Make sure you get the name right.

I'm Robbie fuckin' Reemer!

With the Feds closing in on him,

Meyer Lansky fled to Israel,

but Israel's welcome
to all Jews from anywhere

did not include him,
and he was forced back to Miami.

Hey, Ben. Come.

Meyer, welcome back. How are ya?

Ben.

They tell me that you made
all the payments back to me.

Yes. Almost six months ago.

We've just been rolling them out.

You know, it's a...
Business booming and it's...

Just everyone and their brother
wants a speedboat.

Here, let me get that.

Yeah, it's good.

You self-satisfied little prick.

You took the money, Ben.

You took the fuckin' money!

You didn't borrow it
from Household Finance!

You don't think that I got other things
to worry about?

Besides Ben Aronoff
and his little fuckin' boat business?

Meyer. Meyer, please.

You know I'm grateful,

and you also know
I went to great lengths to...

Stop!

We are growing our operations on the seas.

You're clean and that helps.

Don't play dumb.

You know exactly what I'm talking about.

Now, there is a big difference

between what we had agreed upon
and what you're implying here.

You'll do your fuckin' part!

- Hey, champ.
- Hey.

I got a fucking name!

You remember me, right?

Because Ben Aronoff has everything.

Meyer's nephew.

Meyer's nephew?

You're not?

I'm racing now! You better watch out!

Oh, yeah? We'll be lookin' for ya.

Good to see ya.

I gotta see it.

We're good?

Yeah, we're good. It's this way.

1.5 tons.

Now, that's what I'm talking about.

- Boys, get to work.
- Yes, sir.

It tastes stronger every day, man.

Hey, boss! You want some?

Yeah, pass it over here!

Some fuckin' good weed!

See if you see him.
He's coming at you. Late-model C.

Yeah, we got eyes on him right now.

Here he comes. Here he comes.
Everybody set?

- Yes, sir. All set.
- All set. All set.

Go! Go! Go!

- Fuck!
- Oh, shit! Fuck!

This is the Coast Guard!

Stop your boat! Stop your boat!

Oh, man!

You okay? You okay?

Shit! Brad looks bad!

Grab the wheel!

You're gonna be okay!

Move!

Pick him up! Pick him up!

Need some repairs, champ.

I got some holes in her,
and I want you to take care of it.

No. We don't do those kind of repairs.

I'm sure you do.

As a matter of fact, I know you do.

And, while you're at it, how about you
put some of them custom seat-stitchings

you've been doing on the new ones?

I'd really like that.

And, when you're done,
you can run the bill over to my uncle.

Let me ask you something.

Did your uncle teach you how to swim?

Let's get a drink. Come on.

This is so fun being with you, Ben.

- Manhattan, two cherries?
- Let's do champagne.

Champagne!

Are they getting younger, champ,

or are you just getting
more distinguished?

Do you really want to start this
with your best-paying client?

I'm not starting anything.

- You are the famous boat racer?
- Yes.

Yes.

So shall I call you The Animal?

Yes.

You can call me The Animal.

- Your Majesty.
- King Hussein of Jordan?

Now, you know this is the spot!

And, oh, my God, she walked in.

I've known him for years.

I'll be right back.

How's my favorite king?

You didn't realize?
I stopped speaking to you

after you sold those Donzis
to the Israelis,

and they turned them into torpedo boats.

Anything to beat the damn Arabs.

Still the same Ben.

My friends.

You can't say Miami
without saying Ben Aronoff.

And this lovely creature is Emily Gowen.

My pleasure.

I lure her from New York
to come slum with us on the beach.

I wouldn't call it that, Your Highness.

- Emily, how are you?
- Oh, you made it.

So...

Last night at The Jockey Club,
this motherfucker came up to me

and said, get down
to your warehouse right now.

So I dump my date, I speed down,

I open up the fucking gates, and bam!

There are two boats pulling up,
filled with marijuana.

They take that shit through my warehouse,
put 'em on trucks,

and this is what we get.

This is how you go to jail, man.

Ben, what are we doin' here?

This is Lansky saying, do your bit!

And, on top of that,
he wants me to fly down to the Caymans

and make deposits on their money.

That's not my biggest problem.

You know anything about Emily Gowen?

- You gotta be kidding me, right?
- No.

Besides the fact
that she's King Hussein's girlfriend?

Shelley, he's got two fuckin' wives.

And bodyguards,
and an enormous bankroll, and an army.

Please. Just get me the number, will ya?

Hey! Hey, Emily!

There's a guy up there,
says he wants to talk to you.

I didn't know what to bring,

but I saw that you drank this
the other night at the club.

You're nothing if not persistent,
Ben Aronoff.

I got your calls.

Examine a man's faults,
you'll find his virtues.

I have some stuff to do.
You're welcome to come along.

Thank you.

So, have you been riding
since you were a kid?

That's all I lived for.

Until my mother threw me into modeling.

Have you ever been on a horse?

I have a tough enough time
staying on a boat.

No horses, but I do like horse races.

- Yeah, me too.
- Yeah.

There's nothing like it when they're
really running and turning for home.

It is the best 20 seconds on Earth.

Yeah. The sound of those hooves
and the muscle and grit.

It's amazing. It's truth.

Yeah.

Marlboro, he's my favorite,
so I always make time to feed him.

If he had his way, he'd bust right
outta here and just keep running, right?

I know how you feel, Marlboro.

May I feed him? May I?

Here, let me try.

There you go. Oops.

Let me try again. Here you go.

Here. There you go.

You're pretty comfortable around a horse.

You sure you haven't been on one?

- You're a natural.
- I wouldn't say that.

It's gonna get worse.

Hey, there's no shame
in sitting this one out.

Half the field's already dropped.

Really?

You know, I knew a guy once,
looked a lot like you.

He said,
I'll never get tired of this shit!

- Come on.
- Yeah.

I'm no sailor,
but those dark clouds can't be good.

Do they have rain-outs
like they do in baseball?

Let me explain, sweetheart.

In the glorious sport
of offshore powerboat racing,

you take the beating of a lifetime
for hours,

there's no one there to cheer you on,
and if you get hurt,

which Ben does every single race,
you can't quit.

You gotta just keep going
until you see land.

That's good to know, Mr. Katz,

that the chances of Ben standing me up
on this date are...

Zero to none. Okay?
And would ya please call me Shelley?

Okay. Shelley.

I've got Ben Aronoff up front.

Brassfield coming up in second.

And there's Robbie Reemer

fighting the waves and keeping it close.

And there's Brassfield! He's making a run!

Oh, he crashed! Brassfield crashed!

Circle back! Circle back!
We're gonna need a rescue!

This is suicide!

Come on.

Come on! Oh, come on! Get over there!

We're turning the fuck around!

- We're the last one left!
- Keep going!

- We can still turn!
- No! Full throttle! Full throttle!

We can make it!

Yeah?

Yeah, okay.

Well, keep me posted.

All boats accounted for, except for Ben's.

It's been over six hours.

If he was gonna make it,
he'd be here by now.

I hardly know him...

Or knew him.

But he gets to you, your Ben.

He made it! He made it!

He made it! He made it!

Hey, Robbie!

I just heard Ben Aronoff
made it to Nassau, won the race.

Thought you'd want to know.

This is Channel Three News at Six.

The new administration's War on Drugs
on full display tonight.

DEA Special Agent Lopez
at the Miami Field Office.

We're sending a message. The hunt is on.

No matter who, where or how,

we'll cut off the flow of illegal drugs
into our country.

This represents just one night of action.

Welcome to World Choice Island Bank.
Follow me.

This way.

We'll use the vault.

Divide it evenly among these ten accounts.

No problem.
Pleasure to have your business.

Looking forward to have much more.

Yes.

You're supposed to eat your food,
not wear it.

You worked late,
and I didn't want to wake you.

It's okay.

Morning.

Morning. Bobo. Bo.

I'll be home early.

Our goal is to break
the power of the mob in America

and nothing short of it.

We mean to end their profits,
imprison their members

and cripple their organizations.

If anyone doubts what federal,
state and local authorities

working with the support
of the people can achieve,

let them come to South Florida,
and see, here, what we've seen today.

Meyer Lansky
is the reputed crime boss

who was once said to have boasted,

we are bigger than U.S. steel,
but today, dead at the age of 81,

Lansky was buried in a Miami cemetery
in a plain coffin.

I don't like it, Shelley.

I still have mud on my shoes
from Lansky's funeral.

That's 36 hours ago. Why?
Why this meeting?

Hey, it's just a courtesy, all right?

We're gonna sit down with them.
We're in, we're out.

- Hey. Hey, Al.
- Shelley!

- Ben.
- Hey.

Okay.

I want to keep this short.

Our company, Comanche, is building
a new plant on Thunderboat Alley.

Really? Have you bought the land yet?

That's why we're all here.

Well, good. So why don't you
just put a proposal together,

present it to Shelley, and I'll review it?

Simple.

Good. Let's go.

Sit down, Ben.

This is bullshit, and you know it.

Hey, hey, no, Ben. Ben, Ben.

- What?
- Let's come to peace.

For you. That's it. What? What is it?

Here's the proposal.
Only it's not really a proposal.

You're gonna give us the land.

Al's gonna take care of the deed,

you and your lawyer pal here
are gonna sign it.

And then we're gonna build our
own boat factory right down the street.

We'll be neighbors.
Now, won't that be great?

You're fucking crazy.
Come on! Jesus Christ!

We'll even throw
a big fuckin' block party, Ben!

- Good!
- You're invited!

Motherfuckers!

It's just dirt, Ben. What do you care?
You're not using it anyway.

You know how much money they're making.

Why do they have to rip me off?

You're making a lot of money too, buddy.

And you're rich enough to not give a damn.

Besides, that kid is sloppy. All right?
He's all over the place.

He'll be back in prison
before you know it, while you, my friend,

have a new company to run.
U.S.A. Racing, baby.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Safe flight, buddy.

I can't believe this, Shelley. Last run.

I'm with you. Last run for me too!

Last time, Shelley!

Big Ben!

Mister Vice President.

Oh, go tell it to the Marines.

I'm happy with just plain old George.

I'm happy with Ben.

- How are ya?
- How are you?

This is Nick Brady.
He's a long-time friend.

He runs a big bank in New York...
Dillon Read.

Oh, well.

I've been hearing loads about you too,
'cause George is always bragging.

- Is that right?
- You need someone to manage your millions.

Nick runs a pretty good outfit.

- I'll keep that in mind.
- Yeah.

- Is that it?
- That's it.

- Come.
- Holy smokes.

Hey, what do you think of the jacket?

You look like a... like a boat racer.

- Barbara thinks I look silly.
- How is Barbara?

Oh, she's doing great. Thank you.

Well, it certainly passes the eye test.

What are you gonna call this one?

Blue Thunder.

- Blue Thunder.
- Blue Thunder.

- Let's take her for a ride.
- Yeah, let's do it.

Santa Anita,
big race track on the West Coast.

And that's Gypsy Red winning
the Breeders Cup last spring.

I remember. My source.

Trained here at Ocala Stables.

- Over 500 horses now.
- It's beautiful.

Lansky's place, if we ever prove it.

That's right. We're getting there.

The Tricycle Club in California,
legalized card gambling.

Bought for 30 million a year ago,

and now worth five times that.

What do they all have in common?

Bought with loans
by the same bank in Liechtenstein.

Same forms, even.

Liechtenstein. Jesus.
The secrecy laws there.

Hit the lights.

This is the Isle of Man,
just off the coast of England.

The money to Liechtenstein
comes from here.

And this man is singing like a canary.

And has the bank records to back it up.

- Now, where's the trail start?
- It starts here.

Deposit in the Cayman Islands
to a whole host of companies.

But it's dope cash rolling in
every day by the wheelbarrow.

Half a billion dollars last year alone.

All cash.

Here's how we think it lays out.

From our investigation, a large network.

Nice family. Who's the guy on top?

That right there, that's Robbie Reemer.

What is this?
Let's snuff out the Cigarette.

George Bush.

We are pleased to place an initial order

for 100 Blue Thunder catamarans.

Forget the royals and the celebs.

We just got us some government money!

Sincerely, William Van Raab,
Commissioner, U.S. Coast Guard.

Ten million dollars!
Couldn't get any richer!

Well, break out the fuckin' champagne!

- Come on, buddy!
- We did it!

- Yeah.
- U.S.A Rizzy, baby!

I gotta call. I gotta...

I can't believe it.

A fleet of my catamarans...

protecting the coastal waters
of these United States.

What'cha doin', bo-boo?

Oh, you don't have a chance.
This is the Coast Guard.

We're driving the Blue Thunder.

I am so proud of you, Ben Aronoff.

Not bad for the son of an immigrant,
from Sheepshead Bay?

No. No, not bad at all.

Now, you, you could've done better.

You could have had that King of Jordan.

You are my king.

Shelley!

Shelley!

Shelley!

Hey, Ben.

I need your help on something.

Right there.

I'm not gonna sign over
Blue Thunder to you.

You arrogant piece of shit.

Do you think you're different than us?

Something better?

Something special?

You're just another guppy
in the food chain.

Sign! Sign now!

You're property, Ben.
All you've ever been.

Sign.

Morning!

Headed to the office.

You don't have to sleep in the guest room
when you get home late at night.

It makes me feel unwanted.

I didn't want to wake you. I love you.

You know the Blue Thunder deal?

All that hoopla about catching
bad guys with better boats?

I just got off with customs,

and they've been asked
to make checks payable

to a new company, Super Chief South.

Robbie Reemer owns that company.

So you're telling me the biggest
dope smuggler in the country

is in charge of building the boats
intended to catch him?

I thought the Blue Thunder contract
went out to Ben Aronoff.

Yeah, it did.

An old friend.

Please. Sit.

No reason to coat this, Ben,

but our Dade County guys
tell us the Feds are digging around,

looking into everything.

Dope-running, money, the whole operation.

A Grand Jury's collecting evidence
faster than we can clock it.

It's bad.
And it's moving right up our asses.

So you're all personally suspects?

Some fuckin' banker in Europe

is ratting us all the fuck out
for a fuckin' plea deal.

So what do you want me to do?

How about some basic co-operation?

- Really?
- Really.

You know what?
You better bring your fuckin' goons here

'cause I'll cut your fuckin' heart out.

Get this asshole outta here,
or this meeting ends!

I'm not kidding! Get him out! Get out!

Fuckin' handle this. Handle this!

Look, Ben...

we need to put some assets
back under your name,

back under the purview of your companies.

Remove it from the Feds' reach
for a period.

You guys are precious.
You really, really are precious.

This is serious, Ben.

Fuck it. Move the assets.

But you put every single one
of them in my name,

not my company's name.

And then good luck on getting them back.

Nobody's winning here, Ben.

We're just talking about surviving.

This is bigger than you,

or Robbie, or fuckin' anyone.

Well, guess what? It ain't my problem.

What have you got us into?

He has a gun.

- Where's Willie?
- He's in his room.

You go to him.

You go to him.

Nice place. Nice family.

I hate to see you lose it all.

Now it's my family?

You're gonna get subpoenaed,

and all kinds of people
are worried about it.

Worried about what you're gonna say.

But I tell them...

I'm sure old Ben's gonna play ball.

He's on the team.

That is what teammates do, right?

Get out.

- Get the fuck outta here.
- Good luck.

- You've been warned, Ben.
- Get the fuck out.

Tell me something. You owe me something.

I have to get you out of here.

I want you to get on the phone
and call your sister in New York

and tell her that you're on the way.
Just do that.

What is going on?

I will tell you everything
when you get to New York. I promise.

I am scared.

I am scared for you.
I am scared for all of us.

Don't be. Don't be.

- I love you.
- God. I love you too.

Okay.

Now, listen. Listen. Listen to me.

We're gonna be fine.

I'll call your sister with the number
you can reach me. Okay?

I'll call you when I get in.

Okay. Okay. Go, go. Go.

Slow down. Slow down. Take it easy.

Don't alarm her.

Plenty of time
before we get to the causeway.

Stay with her.

Go, go, go, go. Don't let her go too far.

- Emily.
- Hey.

Oh, thank God. Hey, babe.

You're safe? No problems?

Yeah. Yeah, William's already in bed,
and Aunt Cynthia's been incredible.

Except, I think I forgot
what winter was like.

Yeah, man.
Oh, I used to hate Jersey winters.

Well, it's pretty here. You should come.

I can't, babe.

You know, I can't put you guys at risk.

So are you gonna tell me?

Okay, look.

Over the years, I did business
with a lot of shady guys, okay?

And I stepped on some toes.

I don't know what that means.

It means that I made promises
to people that I can no longer keep.

And it's come back to haunt me.

The guy in the living room?

The guy in the living room is just
one of a whole line of people

going all the way back
to my days in New Jersey.

- The mob?
- Oh, fuck...

Okay, babe, listen.

There is a big court case.

A lot of people are gonna go down.

And the Feds are pushing hard
on everyone, including me.

So...

So, you and me, our lives,
it's just all been one big lie?

Babe, don't say that.

When I fuckin' saw you,
I dropped to my knees.

You fuckin' stoned me.

You're the one who cleared up my life.

Then run.

I can't do that now, babe.

I'm a fighter too, Ben.

If you're in a fight,
I wanna be right at your side.

Just hang in there.

Hang in there for me, baby.

I love you.

Yeah?

Hey.

Where?

What's the name?

Okay, Dutch.
It's a straight shot down to 75.

It's a little bend in Orlando,
but we don't change highways, so...

- Okay.
- Yeah. Take it easy.

- Hey. Come on.
- What? No tickets.

- No tickets.
- No tickets.

- No tickets!
- Yeah, no tickets.

- That means the cops are...
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember.

- Morning.
- Morning. Agent...?

Lopez.

- It's been a while, hasn't it?
- Yes.

A couple of goombahs wound up
in the E.R. last night.

Smashed into by a Ford Bronco.
Thought you might know something about it.

I ran your plates.

Put the word out, called around,
and bingo.

It's kinda weird to find
a Mercedes in this parking lot.

Although, more likely to find
Robbie Reemer with a couple of hookers.

- What do you want?
- I'm just curious.

You know, I really am,
'cause your name keeps popping up

all over this big-ass investigation.

You know, a guy who was friends
with kings and queens,

and a goddamn Vice-President,

sells his multi-million-dollar government
contract to a mobbed up hustler?

- It's just business.
- Just business?

Look, you know, I read this book
once by a Jewish guy.

He said, people who have a why to live
can bear almost anything.

What's your why, Ben?

Let me tell you something.

Sometimes it doesn't matter
who you are or what you have.

It's just too hard to say no.

Do you have a plan?
'Cause you're in with a rough crowd.

You can help us, and we can help you.

Water's calmed down,
we just gotta stay in the boat.

Hang on.

That's a risky bet.

I've been winning with it my whole life.

Now, if you're not going to arrest me,
you have a nice day.

Hey, buddy, there he is.

Secret rendezvous on the beach.

Black.

I spoke to my buddy at the D.A.'s office.

They won't confirm anything.

On the other hand, they would
have told me to take a hike

if the subpoena wasn't coming.

If it's typed, it's ripe.

You're getting served, buddy-o, tomorrow.

- That's actually great news.
- Really? How's that?

Once you get served,
they'll keep you safe.

The Reemers, whoever, they're not
gonna touch you once that happens.

They'll bring the Feds
and the Miami-Dade P.D.

Dirty as they are, no one wants that.

25 years
of your giving me high-end advice,

and it all boils down to stick around
till you get served.

That's the ticket.

Here's something.
Now, you're involved in this too.

All right, I'll tell you what.
Head back to your office,

grab your cash, anything you want,

meet me at the Hollywood Marina,
we'll take my boat and just...

just disappear for the day.
All right? We'll wait it out.

Just two good ol' boys gone fishing.
Sounds good.

Millie, it's me.
Anyone there I should know about?

Nothing moving but the waves, Ben.

Good.

Can I help you?

I'm lookin', for Ben Aronoff.

I'm afraid he's not in.

I've been trying to reach him for a week,
but he hasn't gotten back to me.

I call, and I call, and I call.

Now, look, my boss
is a very wealthy man

who wants to buy a boat.

And he wants to buy the boat
before he goes back to Michigan.

Now, look, I'm just trying to give
this man some money.

I'm Ben.

Why don't you bring your boss in,
we'll show him some boats,

and he can see what he likes?

My boss...

took me from the gutter,

gave me a job.

Everything I have, everything I am,
I owe to him.

I'd do anything for my boss.

Anything and everything.

I'd never turn my back on my boss.

You tell your boss that I'm done.

I don't owe anybody anything.

I'm paid in full and more so.

- You tell him that.
- I'll tell him.

I'll tell him every word.

Hey, Ben.

I'm Ben Aronoff.
I was on top of the world.

I loved, I created, I won.

It was one hell of a race.

Internationally known
race-boat designer, Don Aronow,

was shot to death
this afternoon outside...

Two-time world offshore
powerboat racing champion...

He was pronounced dead
at about 5:00...

The Godfather, that is him.

You could call him the Henry Ford
of powerboats. He is the man...

Starting up and developing
the sport of offshore powerboat racing...

Raced his creations

to three national
and two world championships.

His friends are badly shaken,
unable to understand why anyone would...