Original subtitles

Previously on "Magic City"...

lke: Ike Evans from the world-famous Miramar

will come in and run his hotels.

This hotel was at 70% occupancy.

This year, since January, you're at 20%.

But I look around, and I see the millions

that could be going to your people, wasted.

I will check you out, Senor Evans.

Sol: Vera Evans, the queen of the Miramar Playa,

- dances again. - Ay!

Stevie: Looks like you could use something a little stronger,

maybe Dr. Bobby's B12.

Vera: A shot? Amphetamine?

Stevie: Vitamins. It's an enzyme thing, I think.

Mercedes: I really do love you, Danny Evans.

I'm Antonio Rivas. I'm a friend of your father's.

- I know who you are. - I'm so very sorry for your loss.

I took Klein's job. I'm his intern.

Klein: This boy will search and dig

and tear into lke Evans' life, because he has to know.

Meg: My father got the owners of "The Herald," "The News,"

a few bankers... The six men who run Miami...

To join together and finally stop those gangsters.

The Secret Six. We need them

again, now, Meg.

You know, I looked for you for days.

- I didn't love you anymore. - Anymore?

- How about ever? - Bel: This Nicky Grillo...

He bought a warehouse in Hialeah. Why is that?

We will need more, many more guns.

Get me a shopping list. I'll set you up.

- Who is that? - They call me Eddie Blue.

- Eddie Blue out of Vegas? - I guess I'm your new partner.

Ike: Anything you see or hear when you're with Sloat

could be helpful to me.

Ben: He's a hotel guy. He doesn't know shit about casinos.

Lke lives.

( theme music playing )

- ( quiet piano music playing ) - Sy: Good luck, everybody.

Nice to be with you.

( whispers )

What the hell are you doing, Moe?

In my good ear, you fucking moron.

- I'm sorry. Sorry, boss. - Excuse my language.

Excuse my language.

All right, all right.

Um, just tell him one second, okay?

Arthur: Get the hell out of my place, Sy. I built this.

Sy: Think I give a shit?

Hey. Hey. Get the fuck off me.

God damn it.

Dad! Dad!

Yeah.

- It's me. - Sy: Yeah, you in the booth?

Ike: Like you asked.

Sy: Good.

I can deliver Havana back to you.

I'm listening.

Castro's gonna let me come in and manage

the Capri, the Riv and the Nacional.

I get 30% of the net. I will front

and give you all of it.

That is a million dollars a week, Sy.

Oh, that's extremely generous.

I want something in return.

Well, of course you do.

I want the Miramar Playa,

completely. I want my hotel back.

This is a much longer conversation.

Sy, the gambling bill's not gonna pass.

They've been trying to jam casino gambling

through the Florida state legislature for years now.

You'd better have a little chat with your partner there in Cabana 1.

I mean, Ben thinks it's guaranteed.

If he's right and it does pass,

your place becomes a very valuable piece of property to us.

And why the fuck don't I just take it all anyway...

Havana and Miami?

Because Castro's deal is with me, nobody else.

The next words that come out of your mouth...

Choose them very wisely.

If gambling in Miami passes,

I understand that you won't give up the Miramar.

But if it doesn't pass,

then it's just a margin business at best.

Look, I see no reason whatsoever for me to make a bet right now.

So I suggest you keep doing that good stuff you're doing in Cuba.

We'll talk.

One last thing.

Of course there is.

The Cubans have livestock in the casinos.

They're a mess. They want $1 million

cleanup and good-faith money from me before they...

You went and asked Sy Berman for the million?

I tried everyone else, Sid.

- And what does that tell you? - I need the million.

You hear what I'm saying? I need it now.

If I stumble here,

the Cubans are gonna find someone else to run those hotels.

All right, this million bucks... It gets you what again?

A piece of my first-year management fee.

In looking at their books for the last three seasons,

that's a $4-million return.

One gets you four. That is a sweet fucking deal.

Uh-huh. Except that it's with Castro.

It is not with Castro. It is with me.

Look, the only people that I know

with that kind of cash

are Sy's Chicago outfit and...

No. No, don't you even ask.

I can't pull Meg into fighting gambling here

and bankrolling casinos there.

- She'll think I'm fucking insane. - Yeah, which you are.

Lke,

Sy even whispers to Ben

that you're trying to dump him,

and you will vanish

just like my brother-in-law when the check comes.

Man: $500 to me?

Fold.

Too rich for me.

Looks like it's just you and me, Red.

I'd raise you, but I'm tapped.

So, Red, are you still bringing

the DJ convention to the Americana this year?

Red: Yes, sir.

2,000 wild-eyed sons of rock 'n' roll,

roarin' and whorin' down here this July.

( men chuckle)

Stevie: You know what, Red? I'll stake you.

But you bring your DJ convention to us,

to the Miramar Playa this year instead of at the Americana.

You win... you get it all... The pot.

I win... I get the convention.

I'll call that your raise.

2,000 DJs? You all can handle that?

What did the record companies pay the Americana last year?

All in? Girls, booze, rooms... All of it?

About a quarter million for the four days.

For that, I could get lke to build a new wing.

You say it... I'll do it.

Okay.

Okey-dokey.

You got a bet.

Four aces. You drew a fucking ace, you lucky retard.

- Men: Ooh. - Straight flush.

I'll set you up with Victor Lazaro...

Our GM.

It's gonna be a great convention.

That's my boy.

I need to get some sleep.

I'm in the Atlantis in two hours.

Ike: All right, Sol, let's see if we can work a deal

with one of the airlines... National, Eastern, Pan Am.

Charter a plane, get some celebrities down from the city...

Jackie Gleason, Arthur Godfrey, Cugie.

Now I know that Ray Charles and Nat King Cole

loved V at the Trop.

I know this is a once-in-a-lifetime deal.

We are running out of time, and we really...

Who just delivered 2,000 heads

to our hotel in the middle of summer?

Yes, thousand. In, yes, July.

You look like shit.

Thanks, Pop.

Guesses?

Maybe Stevie Evans, bartender extraordinaire.

Okay, I'm hooked. How?

You remember the DJ convention? It's always at the Americana.

2000 heads spending 250 Gs in four days...

Done. Ours. I got it.

Lke: Do you know why the DJ convention

is always at the Americana?

Because it is always a disaster.

Victor: Literally, a disaster... Thousands in cleanup costs,

shitty PR, multiple arrests.

They're still digging out from that shit.

The GM there showed me some pictures. It's a fucking war zone.

So we clean up a little after.

Guys, we'll be completely booked for four nights in July.

We'll double, triple the booze markup.

I'll run in girls from the tri-state area if I have to.

Lke, the Americana doesn't mind pulling up carpeting every year.

It's pennies compared to the booking.

In July.

The numbers make sense. I can't speak for PR or...

We keep the press away

and we just pray that nobody gets killed.

Vincent.

We can get extra guys, lots of extra guys.

I could pull in off-duty cops from upstate.

And then we'll need local favors,

look-the-other-way favors from Miami Beach

- and County PD. - But we could do it.

Yeah, if we catch a break, we can do it.

If you want to.

Dad, let me handle this.

Vincent says it's cool. I can deal with the rest.

I can do this.

This kind of thing...

Guys puking in my fountain...

That's not who we are, Stevie.

Don't do this. Don't.

I... I take on any job you want in this hotel.

I do it because I love this place as much as you do

and because I love you.

I ask you for nothing.

Please believe me, I can do this for you.

I'm sorry, Steven.

Not in my hotel. I appreciate what you're doing...

Guys, I'm sorry I interrupted your meeting.

Stevie.

( men chattering in Spanish)

( drums beating )

Paren!

- ( music stops) - Good. Good. 10 minutes.

You chase a ghost.

You almost catch her.

Thank you, Cesar.

You push so hard... For your man or for you?

Both.

Five minutes,

and then your old-lady legs go again.

You open tomorrow.

Si.

Bel: Ike's hitting up anybody with a buck in town.

I heard he got tossed off La Gorce

for trailing some banker on the ninth hole in his street shoes.

- ( quiet music playing ) - Why does lke need that kind of money?

Nobody's talking yet. I'll get it.

All right, Bel. You've got the day.

- Eddie Blue. - Belvin.

Now that's the way to run an empire.

King Farouk insisted,

by royal decree and under punishment of death,

every car in Egypt be black save one...

A blood-red Bentley...

Farouk's red Bentley.

So whenever anyone in Egypt saw a red car,

they knew that their king was about.

Now that is the way to run an empire.

Well, it's something to shoot for.

How's my casino?

I'm fucking tiptoeing around lke.

But I'm getting it done.

What the hell's his problem? The guy doesn't like making money?

- Not your problem. - Well, this is...

I need his small ballroom to interview and train dealers, casino staff.

I may need you to cool him out.

Fuck, we need everything, man,

from cocktail waitresses to ladder men.

I got some of my folks coming up from Havana.

"Ladder men"? What are ladder men?

You know, sitting up on ladders watching for cheating,

- bad dealers... entry-level gig. - That'll look like shit.

We can't have ladders all over the fucking place.

We had 'em at the Riv, Capri, Vegas.

- You need to see... - Wait.

How about we put a false ceiling

with a two-way mirror?

Our guys go up and watch.

When the stiffs look up from below,

all they see is a beautiful mirrored ceiling.

And we watch, hidden, from above.

( laughs)

Jesus, that's brilliant.

Go. Go, Eduardo Azul.

Work your magic.

I'll take care of lke.

Your red Bentley by Hanukkah.

Hi.

Yeah, sure.

My dad knows that I'm out here?

He knows more than you think.

Go ahead. You can smoke.

I'll join you.

Would you like one?

A cigar?

Si, Cubano.

From home.

Better than the American thing.

Really?

It's your heritage. Claro.

Dale la vuelta.

Puff, but don't take the smoke in.

Roll it around in your mouth like wine.

And exhale.

Asi. Ahora si.

Now you look like a Cuban.

It's nice.

It's home.

Leaves grown in Santiago,

rolled by Cuban hands in Havana,

Cuban sweat, Cuban tobacco.

This smell is my childhood.

And yours too, senorita. It's our childhood.

You do look younger.

You should see me after you take a sip

of Havana Club rum.

Okay.

Take this shit back.

Brew up a fresh pot.

This is a fresh pot.

- Fresher. - Don't be an asshole, Doug.

It's fine. I'll be right back.

Coffee cart.

- Coffee? - You got any prune Danish?

- Man: I'll take a prune Danish too. - Yeah.

What do you guys do in here?

Same as you...

Catch bad guys.

- ( knocks on door) - Come in.

So?

He saw it all.

Thank you, Hal.

Third floor.

Sloat: Third floor? No.

( sharp slap)

I distinctly said the penthouse.

Perhaps you should spend more time

learning the English language

and less time sitting on your backside.

You don't like mi culo, Senator?

It is a miracle, senorita.

I swear

I have seen the Virgin Mary on that ass.

- ( knocks on door) - Shit.

- Who is it? - Me... Belvin.

Ah, yes. Uh, come on in.

Come in.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No, no, no. I was...

I was just writing a new speech.

What can I do for you?

Ben wanted me to get you your dough

before you head back to Tallahassee.

Sloat: Ah, good man.

- And this is for... - Senator Rollie Bowen...

A fine gentleman of Monroe County.

And $5,000 for the very distinguished

Senator Delbert Hayes out of Osceola.

Give my thanks to young Benjamin,

though we are in fine shape on votes.

Bel: Better safe than sorry, Senator.

( Sloat laughing) More of that fine Hebraic wisdom.

( door closes )

Sloat: Where is this damn elevator?

I have been waiting far too long.

Theresa: I'm coming!

But, honey, camp gets her out of the heat,

up to the mountains... healthy.

I say yes.

- Will there be boys? - I certainly hope so.

- Can I be excused? - Homework?

"Dobie Gillis."

No running.

Dinner okay?

Oh, I got to fit into my costume.

Darling, I love it so much...

The dancing, you know?

I love you so much.

( waves crashing )

Please.

No!

Shh. It's okay.

It's okay, baby. You're dreaming.

You're having a nightmare.

No matter what happens tomorrow night,

you did it.

You saved us.

( quiet music playing )

Mm, a stupid man.

I bet your measurements, baby.

( Inez speaks Spanish )

When they call my number in Havana on Saturday,

I'm taking you to the Latin Quarter

Saturday night... cha-cha-cha.

- Okay. - Mm, come here. Mwah.

- ( object clinks ) - ( dog panting )

Shh. Shh.

( dog barks )

Hey. Hey, Lily,

Tell Hop Sing here that Ben left me a box of Cubans.

Cubans?

Cigars. He told me to swing by and get ‘em.

Well, I don't know anything ab...

Lee, it's okay. Thank you.

( clock chiming)

Money suits you.

You should leave.

I should do a lot of things.

You know, I didn't really come here for cigars.

Ben will be home any minute.

Mm-hmm. No.

Ben's getting head from one of Madame Renee's whores... my treat.

You know, he's a fucking fool.

When I had you, I didn't even look at other pussy.

I want you to leave.

You still walk around without any panties on, hmm?

I bought you all kind of silk undies,

and you just left 'em in the box, remember?

You aren't wearing anything right now, are you?

Lee: Missus.

Thank you, Lee. Here.

I'll tell my husband you came by.

Yeah, you do that.

( Mercedes retching)

( toilet flushing )

( sighs) Cono.

You should frame that uniform.

Or burn it.

Danny: So this guy offers you a job, but doesn't say doing what.

Antonio's family owns half of Miami.

I'm sure there's space for me in some Rivas business.

Yeah, I hope that's what he has in mind.

- What? - Let me talk to my dad.

We could find something else for you, here.

How about in PR with Sol or...

It's time, okay? Change is good.

Antonio says that since Castro,

so many Cubans are coming to Miami, you know?

You know, this wave of my people...

Maybe there's some way I can help, or...

Okay, but I don't want you to leave us.

Hey, that's life, right?

I'll see you soon.

( harrumphs ) Bye.

Thank you for coming by. I appreciate it.

- Flo: Mr. E. - Inez.

- He begged me not to tell you. - What?

- Your father. - Well, I figured that.

Bolita. La bolita,

$200, $300 last month.

He betting with those gangsters on Espanola.

No more restaurante dinners. Now we eating fishes out of the can.

- Sardines? - Si, si, filthy, stinky little fishes.

- Okay, is he home? - No, no, he's downstairs in the car.

I tell him I come to make a beauty salon appointment because my...

All right, Inez, why don't you stay here with Flo?

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

Because it got voted down once don't mean a union couldn't go ahead...

I remember once they had to vote three times, and they...

Mr. E, hey. Just saying hi to your father.

Thank you, Monte. Pop, come here for a second.

Later, Monte.

What the hell are you doing?

What? It'd be a valet union, just for the...

No, Pop. You bet bolita?

Come on, you know better than that. You ran a book for years.

That shit is a sucker's bet.

Inez, huh? That Benedicto Arnoldo.

Pop, the numbers game is rigged.

No, no, smartass.

Bolita is tied to the Cuban National Lottery.

Whatever numbers they pick in Havana, wins here.

Nobody... I mean, nobody... Not even Castro could ever...

Would ever touch the lottery.

See, all through history, those Cuban goniffs...

They would steal from their mothers.

But the lottery... sacred, man.

I bet Inez's measurements, right? So when they call the numbers...

- Pop. - What?

You are a fucking genius.

Finally he sees it.

Send the traitor down, will ya?

- Woman: Yes, Mr. Evans? - Havana, Cuba.

Woman: The number, please?

207381.

Woman: I'll connect you.

Mr. Evans. Buenos dias.

Buenos dias.

What if I told you there was a way

to cripple the gangsters, really hurt them

and take back a few million dollars that they stole from you?

I'd say I'm listening.

Madame Minister,

do you play your National Lottery?

Are you looking for something?

I... I... I thought I had a mink stole, but...

Just ask me. I can help.

God, it's... it's a mess in here.

You are a little piggy.

I'll straighten it all up.

This stuff up here by the... By the heater...

It's a fire hazard.

Mr. Diamond, Mr. Bel's outside.

Yes.

Have Sylvia clean up this mess.

Um, so the... the show tonight is at 8:00, right?

How the fuck should I know? Just be ready for once.

Bel.

Your Doris was a fine-looking woman.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was, wasn't she?

Fine both inside and out.

Ike's looking for a cool million to give Castro...

Good-faith money.

For what?

He wants to run the hotels for the Cubans,

get a management fee...

The Riv, Nacional, the Capri.

The hotels? My hotels. My fucking hotels.

Even a small cut could mean millions.

Did you hear that?

What?

The wheel of fortune, and it's spinning my way.

( quiet music playing )

Underwater, they're all beautiful.

Underwater, they can't fucking lie.

How about some coffee?

White Horse, up.

This one I'm talking about...

I won't dignify her by saying her name...

This cunt that ruined my life

was a fucking mermaid.

Square business, kid.

She wore the fucking tail

and she sucked on the fucking hose.

( chuckling )

( sighs) Yeah.

I was in this sticky-floor joint up in Hernando Beach.

I was gonna smoke one cigarette,

and if the guy who owed me money didn't show,

I'd go to his house,

maybe fuck his wife,

maybe Kill his cheerleader daughter,

maybe vice versa.

Then, out of nowhere,

this beautiful woman appears.

- ♪ The evening breeze... ♪ - Nicky: What does she do?

She takes my hand

- and lights her own cigarette. - ♪ Caressed the trees ♪

♪ Tenderly ♪

♪ The trembling trees ♪

♪ Embraced the breeze ♪

♪ Tenderly. ♪

I got this.

The shift's over, Cuda.

Says not a word,

this cunt-to-be,

just looks at me.

And, kid, she is beautiful...

Ava Gardner beautiful.

So finally I ask her,

"Who are you?"

What do you think she says?

( mutters) "The wrong woman."

"The wrong woman."

Lesson fucking learned, my friend.

When a cunt says something bad about herself,

pay attention.

( phone ringing )

- Yes. - Bel: Chick just called.

The fucking idiot slept through them showing up,

but he's watching Grillo's trucks in Hialeah right now.

The spics are inside moving the shit.

What, now?

Bel: That's what the man said.

All right. Call Doug right away.

Tell him I said, "You're welcome."

Klein: Well, November is right around the corner.

No. No, not unopposed this time.

Some kid...

Big arms shipment going down right now in Hialeah.

Herb, sorry, duty calls.

As long as I can count on something significant

from you in the fall.

You think about it. Okay, bye.

Call the troopers. Have them meet us there.

Done.

- Is this reliable? - Gospel. Best source I know.

Cubans are stocking up for the trip home.

It's gonna be big.

Do you want to fight crime, or you want to fuck around?

This is for you, what you wanted...

Some names, the days, how much money.

Bel paid this to Sloat?

Bel, si. He work for el Senor Ben.

God damn. This is good.

This is... this is very good.

I can get more.

No, this is really great. It is so helpful.

Thank you.

This I don't do for money.

This I do for you.

Thank you, Theresa.

- ( switch clicks ) - ( elevator whirring )

- ( knocks on door) - Come in.

- ( quiet music playing ) - ( people chattering )

Wow.

You look amazing.

Please tell me it's gonna be okay.

I don't need to. You know.

This is your night... yours.

Enjoy it.

I love you.

I will see you after?

( door opens and closes )

( woman singing )

Calmate, Antonio.

Okay? We're good.

Alberto can do this.

Pasastela bien.

It's a night at the Tropicana. Dale.

Mrs. Diamond.

You look beautiful as always.

I'm so looking forward to this.

- Good. I think you're gonna have a... - ( camera shutter clicks )

You won't be disappointed in the show.

Disappointed? Are you kidding me?

Vera Cruz will change your life.

I saw your wife in Havana more times than I can count.

I'm her biggest fan.

Probably not.

I need to freshen up. I'll be right back.

- Butterflies? - She's ready.

I know. I mean you. A big move... Havana,

taking over my hotels.

If you need the million, you know where to come.

I'm your partner, lke.

Enjoy the show, Ben.

Break a leg. Chat soon.

♪ The shore was kissed ♪

♪ By sea and mist ♪

♪ Tenderly. ♪

Lily: Stevie.

What's wrong?

Why did you pick me up at the Sir John that first day?

Why me?

Are you kidding me?

Jesus, honey, take a look in the mirror.

I thought you were...

- Tell me. - What the hell is wrong with you?

Ask Nicky Grillo.

Ike Evans, this is Jim Cox.

His family owns "The Miami News."

- Jim, welcome to the Miramar Playa. - Thank you.

And Elizabeth Moore. Her family owns WMIY,

the largest radio station in South Florida.

I thought you all should know each other.

Miss Moore, a pleasure.

It's a pleasure to meet you both. Enjoy the show.

- We cannot wait. - Good.

Thank you.

I haven't really done much yet.

I hope to see you in the Atlantis Lounge after.

Danny will show.

Big night, boss.

Yeah, like a time machine.

Back to Cuba.

( music starts playing )

- ( lights click) - ( camera shutter clicks )

- ( cheering and applause) - Crowd: Brava!

Men: Get on the floor! Get down!

- Let me see those hands! - ( gunshot)

Get down.

Man: Someone got away.

Come here.

( grunting)

Cuff this asshole.

Stop or I'll shoot!

( gunshot)

Stop him!

Fire!

( Mercedes laughs)

♪ Ave Maria Purisima! ♪

( Theresa gasps )

( cheering, applause)

- Better not to be here, Senator. - Of course, of course.

( music continues)

( music continues)