Magic City (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 1 - Crime and Punishment - full transcript

Previously on "Magic City"...

We had two goddamn hurricanes this
fall that cost me the high holidays.

I blew Christmas,
thanks to you.

Now if I don't make good
on Frank's New Year's run, it's over.

Limestone, coral, marble...

you spent a lot
on that palace of yours.

I need your help tonight.
I'd like you to talk to Mike Strauss.

Call off the strike, now.
Pull all our guys. It's over.

You set me up with Mike.
You put me in that hotel room.

I'll be fine, Ike.

No, you won't be.



I was the best dancer
at the best,

most famous club in Havana,
maybe the world.

What are you offering me?
Your ass in a G-string?

No. You are my wife.

You do not dance anymore.

Cliff: Your husband
is desperate for Garry Moore

to do a weekly
CBS show here.

"Garry Moore" is a family variety show.
We just can't have that...

We will host your show for free. I could
dance for you too, if you'd like.

Meg: You always knew
the best of everything.

Except, of course, you chose
the wrong Bannock girl.

You used to call me
"the cabana boy."

- You used to be one.
- I want you to buy out my partner.

You built the Miramar for gambling,
you... you genius!



The second it's legal, Ben.

Ben: Their next session
up in Tallahassee just started.

Ike will get them to vote
one way or another, and we'll be done.

Sy, it's fucking gorgeous
down here.

Ike: It's his committee.
I thought we had a shot.

Now I never thought
he'd be crazy enough

to take your money
and then fucking lie about it.

- If I had...
- No!

I gave you my money... you!

- Meg: It's the middle of the night.
- Ike: I need $100,000.

- You're insane.
- I'm in trouble.

I will give you
10, 15% of my shares.

- Who are you?
- The wrong woman.

You'll burn this, right?

Stevie: I got them back... photos,
Polaroids, negatives... everything.

He's a goddamn bartender!

Klein: There's no money,
no glory, long hours.

We lose more than we win.
So why the hell even bother?

Because it's right.

What do you think?

I think we just got inside
the Miramar Playa.

- No. Please.
- What have you got?

I saw Ike Evans kill a man.

Ben wants you to write
something for him.

Klein: Isaac Michael Evans,
you're under arrest

for the murder of James Patrick
"Jimmy Shoes" Clayton.

( theme music playing )

( seagulls cawing )

Mikey?

Mikey, you're okay.

I'm fine.

I was so worried.

I'm good.

Mikey.

Mike.

Mike!

Mike!

( gate clangs )

You've got a visitor.

( birds chirping )

Al Strauss came to my place
this morning.

He was crazy.

He was screaming
you... you belong in here,

that you deserve to die
in the chair.

And not for this thing
in the Everglades...

for Mike,
for what happened to Mike.

I asked Ben
to talk to Mike.

You opened the door
to that monster?

I begged Mike to back off...
begged him.

I just needed one week...
one fucking week.

I had to get the union
off my back.

I thought that Ben could

scare him, you know,
maybe...

maybe rough him up a little,
I don't know,

but I didn't think... I...

I didn't allow myself to think

what could happen,
what Ben could do.

And I should have,
'cause Mikey...

Mikey was my friend.
You know that.

Everything bad
that has happened in my life

came from taking
Ben's money.

Mike's death,
Judi nearly getting killed,

Klein, fucking this...

all because of him.

I was wrong.

You can't survive
this cancer.

Walk away.

Please get out alive.

Fuck it.

I'm not going anywhere.

You hear me?

Ever.

Ben Diamond is, not me.

- It can't hurt to ask.
- Yes, it can.

- You said he's your friend.
- He is my friend,

but he's also an Assistant DA.
You understand what that means?

Yeah, it means he knows shit
about Dad's case.

Ethan's not gonna leak anything about
an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't.

Just feel him out, Danny.
Everybody has a price.

Danny: Not everybody.

Stevie, what if Dad's guilty?

The guy was a hit man,
a professional killer...

Wait, what the fuck
are you saying?

The judge set bail
at a million dollars.

They must have
some evidence.

They got shit...

nothing.

Dad's innocent,
and you fucking know it.

Right?

Danny.

Danny?

Yeah.

Ben: Hey, Stevie.

Stevie, come.

- Shit.
- The hell does he want?

Apparently me.

- Come on, Stevie, leave...
- Right, and run away?

Right, that looks good.
Look, it's all right.

You just go call your friend at the DA.
It's worth a shot.

I'll see you after the meeting
to fill you in.

- Okay.
- Go. I'll be fine.

- The lad must be famished.
- Ben, don't.

- Ben, Mrs. Diamond.
- No, Lily.

Lily.

The hanger steak
cuts like butter today.

Please join us.

Look, I have a meeting.

Right. Right.

Running the ship
while the captain's in the brig.

You're a good man.

And how is
the old skipper?

Good.
He's in good spirits.

Well, that is everything,
isn't it?

A million-dollar bail, I hear.
How's that going?

Fine. We're...
I'm talking to...

I'll give you a hundred grand
right now, in cash.

That's...

I appreciate it,
but we've already got...

Well, should anything
fall through, then.

Ever wonder
where I got my nickname?

Nickname?

Yeah, my nickname...
the Butcher.

Ever wonder
why they call me that?

Never.

I was 14 when I ran away
from my orphanage.

I got a job in a carnie
near Harrisburg.

I was a shy boy. It didn't do to bring
attention to oneself in the home.

But somehow around the commotion
and the color of the carnival,

I... I bloomed.

First I got a job as a shill.

But in a couple of months,
I was the best butcher on the lot.

And they called me
"the Butcher"...

carnie butcher.

What, did you hear
another story?

Oh, come on,
don't be a shy boy.

Please tell me.

I heard...

they say

that you caught a hooker
stealing change from your night table,

that you cut off both of her hands
and nailed them above your bed.

( laughs )

Well, I guess the moral is
you can't fight a good nickname.

Now you call me
if you need any help with the bail.

It doesn't do to have our Ike
behind bars.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Ben, Mrs. Diamond.

No. No, Lily.

Stevie Evans,

meet Lily Diamond.

There.

Now it's done.

Ethan: "I swear
that Ike Evans is innocent.

Dandy Al Haas murdered Jimmy Shoes
right before my eyes

and I will testify to that truth
in court."

It's her signed,
handwritten statement.

We found it on the desk in the motel
after Haas was killed.

That's probably why he came after her.
He knew she'd convict him.

Dandy Al Haas wasn't protecting himself.
He was protecting his boss.

Dandy Al Haas worked
for Ben Diamond. That's a fact.

Haas was shot trying to silence
Miss Silver. That's a fact.

Therefore, Ben Diamond
hoped to silence Miss Silver.

Why? To save Ike Evans.

My only witness dies...
Ike walks.

That statement is
a meaningless distraction.

May I... can I see that...
may I see that, please?

Does anyone else but the men
in this room know about this note?

No, sir.

Doug, would you
lock the door?

Yeah.

Gentlemen, I'm not
a perfect man,

far from it.

My wife swears I snore. Of course,
I'll have to trust her on that.

I work far too many hours.

I spend far too few hours
with my family.

I drive my people
far too hard.

But there is one quality

before which
I bow to no man:

I know the truth.

Judi Silver told me the truth.
I know it.

- But the letter...
- I am no fool.

I am well aware that Miss Silver
is not a perfect witness.

She's a whore.

It's her word
against Ike Evans'.

But she is an eyewitness
to a murder.

And she will testify
under oath

that she saw Ike Evans
kill Jimmy Clayton.

The grand jury will indict Ike
because I want him indicted,

and then he will be brought
into a court of law.

And, gentlemen, anything...
absolutely anything can happen

when I face a guilty man
in a court of law.

Ike will see his fate.

And trust me,

he will beg to hand over
Ben Diamond.

Sid: They are
his grand jury.

Klein picked them.

He owns them.

Okay.

Worst-case scenario.

Worst-case...

Judi makes
a compelling witness,

whore or no whore,

the grand jury
takes Klein's lead

and they bring back
a murder indictment.

Then you know what?
You go to court, you do your fucking job

and you tear her to shreds.

You were with Vincent
the night of the murder?

All night long.
We were working in my suite.

He'll testify to it.

Physical evidence? You know,
Klein could be sitting on something.

- His thumb.
- Huh.

Vincent swears
all Klein has is Judi,

said he is trying
to scare me.

He wants me
to roll over on Ben.

He's so crazy to get Ben Diamond
that he's taking stupid chances.

This... this is a fucking bluff.

You're positive?

I like my odds.

- ( quiet music playing )
- ( elevator dings )

Oh, Mrs. Evans,

a gentleman...
Mr. Cliff Wells...

he asked me
to hand you this

as he was checking out.

Cliff checked out?

Yes, ma'am, with the entire
"Garry Moore Show" group,

about an hour or so ago.

Thank you, Ray-Ray.

Me. Florence Greenhouse,

Mr. Evans'
executive private secretary.

Uh-huh.

Sorry you feel that way, sir.
My dog loves your paper.

Mrs. E, wait.
Mrs. E!

Gentlemen.

Stevie: Vera,

it turns out
that Dad recently sold

a percentage of the shares
in the hotel to Aunt Meg.

- Did he?
- Please understand

I'm not here in any
official capacity.

- May I ask how many shares?
- 15% of Ike's shares.

I see. And my husband
retains the rest?

Of course. Yes, I'm really,
I guess, a symbolic shareholder.

If I may, a bit more
than symbolic.

Vera, I'm here only
as a concerned family friend

and relative,

no business agenda.

Ike came to me in need.

And I... well, of course,
I did what I could.

- I would again.
- Of course you would.

So, Sid,

maybe fill us in
on Dad's bail situation.

It's pretty simple:
judge set bail at one million dollars,

I've got my bondsman
standing by,

and the second that we show up
with $100,000,

Ike is home.

Well, we obviously
have no choice.

Let's get them the money.

Vera, the hotel's monthly grosses
are healthy,

but it's a fluid,
seasonal business.

Our cash flow is...

the summer months,
which are historically our slowest,

are coming up.
We have to tighten our belts.

Wait. Look, gentlemen,
as I said,

I do understand
this is a great sum of money,

but this...
this palace is ours.

Mrs. Evans is right. This hotel is worth
a hundred times that number.

Put the Miramar Playa up
as collateral, and any bank...

- Ike won't allow it.
- But why not?

Of course, he would have to
reveal his minority partners.

Minority partners?

This is like
"Alice in Wonderland."

We... Ike owns
the Miramar, yes?

Yes, just not outright.

Ike owns the controlling
percentage

of Miramar Playa, Incorporated...
51%.

Actually, Mr. Evans
and my client together

own 51%.

Who is this
minority partner?

An excellent question,
Mrs. Evans.

In a deed of record,
49% of Miramar Playa, Inc.,

is owned by Minneapolis
Mutual Investment Corp.

- Who the hell is that?
- You'll have to ask your father.

Okay, okay, okay.

How else can we get my husband
out of jail today?

I would loan him
the money.

Please, you've done
too much already.

I'm sure that with all of these
fine minds here,

we can come up with a solution
that won't impose

on your generosity
any further.

Stevie: This is
a crisis, Phil.

Every second
my dad sits in jail,

it's a PR disaster
waiting to happen.

Stevie's right. "The Herald"
is already camped out in my office.

I mean, this story breaks,
with Ike in jail... Jesus.

Stevie: Okay, we sell the empty
adjoining lots and get Ike out of jail.

We sell nothing.

We do not touch one foot
of the Miramar Playa.

Ike dreamt this place.

He built it.
He willed it, all of it.

It is his life and mine.

- Vera...
- Besides, how long will a sale take?

Days? Weeks?

You're right.

This...

this is a crisis.

Is the unused acreage
fully owned by Ike?

Those lots might be separate.
Ike bought them later,

could have kept a separate deed.
I'll check.

Vera: If so, we could borrow
against that property.

The bank might loan us
the money immediately.

- Miss Bannock would need to sign off.
- Of course.

Have you been to George Lubow
at the bank?

I have my jewelry,
our artwork, cars,

Ike's personal
stock portfolio.

Perhaps George would be willing
to make us a personal loan.

I'll call him.

Vera: Gentlemen,
my husband's hotel

will not be carved up
while I'm still breathing.

Do you understand me?

Excuse me.

Stevie.

I think we know
what we have to do. Gents?

I'll be out in a second.

May I have a word?

Vera, I'm not the enemy.

Then what exactly are you?

Ben Diamond offered Stevie
the 100 grand bail money.

Fuck, no.

No. You tell Stevie we don't take
anything from that man.

- You hear me?
- Okay.

Sid will get me out.

Why didn't I toss that fucking jacket
into the quarry?

Because you're not a pro.

You're not thinking right,
so you handle what you can.

You're lost,
so you take off.

You ball up the jacket.
You throw it under the seat.

When I was a detective, that's how
I used to solve half the homicides.

Somebody would always do
something stupid.

Hey, the jacket's gone.

Klein isn't putting up
any crime scene evidence,

just Judi.
Whoever took that jacket,

some valet or what have you,
tossed it by now.

Because if he didn't,
we'd fucking know about it.

( siren wailing )

( music playing on radio )
♪ I ran all the way home ♪

♪ Just to say I'm sorry ♪

♪ What can I say? ♪

♪ I ran all the way ♪

♪ Yay, yay, yay... ♪

( song continues )

( quiet music playing )

Stevie.

A gimlet, right?

I want to apologize if I...

I...

I wasn't thinking before.

I want Ike back,
you know, so bad.

If I was rude to you...

I don't care about manners.

- I just want my father home.
- And so do I.

- Then take Meg's money.
- No.

No.

( sighs )
No more from Meg.

Look, we'll find the money.

- We will get Ike out ourselves.
- Really?

- Yes.
- How?

Jesus, Vera,
take her money, now.

You let your pride
or your jealousy

or whatever's keeping you
from doing what's right for Ike,

and this whole thing could come down
around our heads, and fucking fast.

You think you're handling this?
You think you can do this?

I'm just trying to...

Well, try harder.

Bel's coming over.
Put on something more appropriate.

Appropriate for Bel?
What's wrong with this dress?

There's too much of it.

- How much?
- Make it an even quarter of a million.

What, you're building
the fucking Taj Mahal or something?

- Close.
- ( Ben chuckles )

A ziggurat, like in Persia.

- Oh.
- It'll be the seventh wonder, babe,

only the top girls,

young, clean,
skin like fresh cream.

I'm gonna build a room
with a see-through mirror

so that husbands can watch their wives
balling other women.

It's gonna be in unincorporated
Opa-locka, so no Miami cops.

- I've got everyone bought.
- Good.

Benny, this is going to be

the finest poon palace
in the States.

- ( footsteps approach )
- Bel, give us a second.

The hell I will.

- Belvin.
- Lady Renee.

Okay. I'll give you 200...

half now,
half on opening night.

- I want 70% of the girls.
- Whew.

And you get to keep
the booze, dope,

whatever else
you can squeeze.

And my people are in the money room
doing the books.

Oh, did you want me to leave Helga,
Queen of the Death Camps?

Perhaps some other time.
Bel and I gotta work.

Oh, and I want a schvartze,
a big one.

You know, the rednecks down here
love a little dark meat.

Letha from the piney woods
of Georgia,

black as coal, and she can
crack a walnut with her labia.

- ( laughs )
- Later, boys.

For her new joint
in Opa-locka?

Renee always makes money.

And with Havana still gone,
Chicago's growling.

Gotta feed the beast.

Well...

a big day.

Not big enough.

This is all bolita?

Yeah. At least one gift
from Fidel.

The spics he chased out...
they play bolita like rabbits.

- A taste of home, perhaps.
- Yeah.

Makes 'em feel like
they're still back in Cuba.

But how do you explain the schwugs?
Overtown is breaking records.

To the Negro,
we are hope, Belvin.

( phone rings )

Their one shot in a million
at the American dream.

Diamond residence.

Yeah.

Come on,
that can't be legal.

Okay, so now what?

Yeah. He will.

- Klein burned the confession.
- Fuck.

You believe that shit?
The whore testifies tomorrow.

Leave it. Leave it. Bel!

Okay, get Ike his bail
and kill the girl.

Every second he sits in that cage
is another chance he'll talk.

Besides, the Miramar won't last
another week without him.

Klein's got half the Miami PD
guarding her room.

I can't get near it.
And Stevie won't take our dough.

I'm hearing a lot of "can't"
and "won't" from you, Belvin.

I can just make
his bail for him.

I'll pay the bondsman...
Ike walks.

Because it can't be
traced back to me.

I'm Ike's silent partner
for a reason.

I'm on it.

Close the door.

( woman sobbing )
It wasn't my fault.

- Hey, you bums.
- Look out. The agitator.

Look who made the front page
of the "Forward."

"Miami civil rights activist
Dr. John Brown."

No, no. There, at the end
of the lunch counter.

- That's you.
- Hell, yeah.

We sat in at the McCrory on Flagler...
C.O.R.E.

Dr. Brown
almost got arrested.

- Meshugenah.
- Uh-huh.

There, Bobby Kennedy.

Arthur: Kennedy, the old man...
Joe Kennedy...

that anti-Semitic prick,
he should rot in hell.

( Danny chuckles )
Mwah.

How are you doing, bubbeleh?

I'm good. I'm good. You know,
summer vacation coming up.

Hey, come with me.
There's gonna be

civil rights actions
all over Miami this summer.

Well, I was thinking...

I've been asked to work
as an intern

in the state attorney's office.

Klein?

Maybe that's not
such a hot idea,

not right now.

Grandpa, you're... you know,
you're a man of principle, right?

- I mean, this stuff...
- I know my right from wrong.

What if you knew
something was wrong... illegal...

but to acknowledge it would

go against what was good
for the family?

Why are you asking?

Nothing, you know.

I... something came up
at law school.

Uh-huh.

Look, who knows, you know?

But let's say your pop
does something bad.

We all do.
We all make mistakes.

But he's my boy, my blood.
I love him.

He might do something bad,

but he cannot be bad,

not to me.

Why am I going to hate

the people
of the United States?

I don't hate anybody,

including my enemies...

( chuckles )
What a load of shit.

That fucking commie
hates us.

Two years I worked in the Riv...
two fucking beautiful years, man.

Money... raining money.
And then that bearded fuck comes in.

Now they got goats and pigs
shitting in a casino.

Could I get one of those?

Thank you.

They closed them all?

Castro closed down
the casinos, the hotels?

Well, they're open,

but you could fire a gun
through the Riv

and not hit
a paying guest.

Ghost towns, Captain. Mm.

Mm, the Riv,

the Capri, Nacional...
they used to print money.

Now... graveyards.

That dumb fuck...
he's losing a fortune...

a fortune.

( man on TV )...between
communism and democracy.

Whose side...?
Where is your heart?

They are not agreed
with communism.

My acts prove...

Millions

up in smoke.

Castro:...full power in Cuba.
Revolution destroy all the enemies...

Castro is in New York right now
begging for money.

He's broke.

The fucking idiot doesn't realize
he's sitting

on five of the biggest moneymaking
hotel-casinos on earth.

He doesn't like the mob.

Good. Great. Fine.

You know what?
They're gone.

I'm not the mob.

- You?
- I'm clean.

Let him look. Others have.
What's he gonna find?

Ben Diamond and his cronies
in my cabana playing gin rummy?

Big fucking deal.

Here is my offer to Fidel:

Ike Evans from
the world-famous Miramar

will come in
and run his hotels.

I will bring in
a clean casino, man.

I will pay Fidel

and his starving country 60...

okay, you know what?

70% of gross profits.

That's, what,
$2, $3 million a week,

cash.

That is over $100 million
a year.

So why the fuck
do you need Sy Berman?

To get Ben Diamond
out of my hotel.

Oh, God.

I'm offering a trade,
straight up,

the Miramar for Cuba.

I will front for the outfit.

Cubans will never know
the mob's getting paid.

Sy will net a million dollars
a week, to start.

I am offering Sy

Havana.

He can have it back.

All he has to do

is get Ben
out of the Miramar.

I want Ben Diamond
fucking gone.

( keys jingling )

Gather your belongings,
Mr. Evans.

You made bail.

It's all right.
It's gonna be all right.

Of course.
Of course it is.

Let's go home.

( sighs ) So Lubow
finally came through.

Nope.

Bel Jaffe.

Bel? Bel gave you $100,000?

Mm-hmm.

- I didn't want their money, V.
- It's just a loan.

He'll get it back
the day you appear for trial.

He told me that you being in jail
even for one day

was hurting his business,
which apparently is really good.

It's not what I wanted.

We needed you.
We needed you out.

I mean, what was I supposed to do,
leave you in there?

That business, gambling...

that's Ben's, Bel's,

not mine,
not the Miramar's.

Vera,

I don't want you
involved in this.

If you are, I am.

( sighs )

I owe you an apology.

I let Ben get to you.

It's my mistake,

and I am sorry.

I know he forced you
to write

that ridiculous
new testimony,

had Al try to kill you.

But that will not
happen again.

You're safe now.

You're safe with me.

Tomorrow you will tell
the grand jury under oath

what we both know
to be the truth.

You will tell it
because it is the truth

and because you know
how I feel about lying,

how very, very unhappy
it makes me.

Do you understand me,
Miss Silver?

Yes.

Good. Good.

Get some rest.

I will see you in court.

Try not to dress
like a cheap whore, okay?

Ike, you have a gift.

You mind if I call you Ike?

I've watched you. I've seen you
throughout the years

spin shit into gold,
but for others...

all the nothing properties
that you made soar.

And now this...

finally, your finest vision,

the great Miramar Playa,

dying before your very eyes.

And for what?

For a few million dollars?

It's a shonda, I tell you.
It's a sin.

Frankly, I couldn't give a shit
about Miami Beach...

no legal gambling
and too many cranky Jews.

My casinos in Havana
make more money

than grains of sand
on this fucking beach.

This would be a diversion.

I'll give you the cash

and let you do
what you know how to do best,

and you make us both
a profit.

Cutty Sark
on the rocks, sir?

- Thank you, Ray-Ray.
- My pleasure, sir.

Welcome home.

( sirens wailing )

Listen, I just wanted
to say thank you

to all of you for working together
in my absence.

I know it's been hard,
and I'm sorry.

And here's all I'm gonna say about this,
and then we're gonna move on

because there's more important
things to get to.

I am innocent.

I did not do this thing
for which I'm being charged.

Now that being said, I've got
complete faith in our legal system

and know that in a matter
of a few hours

this is all gonna be
some strange

and incredibly stupid
memory.

Okay?

Stevie: I called the Folies in Paris,
every girlie show in Vegas.

I tried to steal the "Moulin Rouge"
from Novack at the Fontainebleau,

and his lawyers
jumped all over me.

Dad,

we're gonna have
to refund.

With what?
We spent that money months ago.

All right,
what about a big act...

Tony Bennett,
Steve and Eydie?

We took advances in cash
for a Latin burlesque act...

you know, girls, dance.

Besides, we can't afford
headliners in the summer.

What about V's show?

- What show?
- Nothing.

In the "Garry Moore" meeting,
the only thing that got their attention

was when Vera
offered to dance,

to use some famous
Cuban choreographer

and, you know, do something
from the Tropicana.

Sounded great.
Right, V?

Look, I knew Cliff.

He'd seen me dance,
worked with me before.

I thought
he would be interested.

- He was crazy for it.
- Hey, you know, the boss's wife.

All right, Vera Evans,
the queen of the Miramar Playa,

formerly the queen
of the Tropicana,

dances again.
That could be a story.

That's a damn good story.
"The Herald" would eat it up.

We do a spread on the two of you,
and we get pictures of V at the Trop.

Yeah, but it's in six weeks...

six.

You could do that?

No.

V,

could you?

Yes, we could.

Cesar has plenty of
our dancers from Cuba here.

And we'd use a show
that we'd danced before.

But, yes, we could do it.

All right.

That's good enough for me.

( man clears throat )

Is this the man,
Miss Silver?

Please, yes or no?

Yes.

Let the record show
that Miss Silver

has identified the victim...
James Clayton.

Continue.

He took me
out to the Everglades and

he was going to kill me,

I guess. I...

I was pretty out of it.

He'd hit me, you know?

Anyhow, Jimmy was
about to shoot me and...

And Dandy Al Haas
took out a lead sap

and beat him to death.

( crowd murmuring )

Miss Silver, you have previously
testified to the state's attorney

that you saw
Isaac Michael Evans

kill James Clayton
that night.

I lied.

You lied?

Are you aware that you face
perjury charges right now,

prison time,

that you...
that you have taken

a sworn oath
to this secret grand jury?

I'm telling the truth now.

No.

You're perjuring yourself
right now.

Miss Silver, this is
a very, very serious confession.

Can you please tell the court
why you lied originally?

Because this man...

this man of the law,
Jack Klein,

put a fucking gun
to my face

and told me to blame Ike Evans,
or he would kill me.

He told me to lie,

or he would shoot me
in the face.

( crowd murmuring )

Man: We'd better go
see the judge.

( toilet flushes )

I'd love to help you out
as always, Jack.

Hell, it's your grand jury.

But, Jesus, man,

you really got your tit
stuck in a wringer this time.

She's lying.

Well, of course she is.

But a lying whore
telling a grand jury

that our Dade County
State's Attorney

threatened her life...
I don't know.

Of course,
it's my judicial experience

that that kind of person...

well, they don't make
for the best witnesses,

if you know what I mean.

You got anything else,
anybody else?

I can get her to testify,
to tell the truth.

How are you gonna do that?
Shoot her in the foot?

( chuckles )

You opened this
can of worms, Jackson,

and you're gonna be looking
at some very, very bad press,

not to mention
a legal ethics review.

You gotta drop
this thing.

I thank you for your time,
Your Honor.

Hey.

I want to ask you a question.
Come here.

Did you really pull a gun
on that girl?

( laughs )

( upbeat Latin music playing )

There it is. Thank you.

Pop, how about a toast?

He who speaketh
the truth

stabbeth falsehood
through the heart.

Hey.

It's all good, okay?
I promise.

- You're my only boy.
- That we know of.

- Arthur: Oh, you.
- ( Inez chuckles )

Danny, my boy.
How's my favorite attorney?

- Congratulations, Pop.
- Thank you.

Ike: Your legal system worked.
Justice was served.

Danny: Absolutely.

No, it's great, really.

- Where have you been?
- With Mercy.

They're doing a rosary for Maria
at St. Patrick's.

To Maria.

( phone ringing )

- I love you.
- Me too.

Man: Mr. E.

For you.
It's Miss Bannock.

Meg, where are you?
You should be here.

I might as well be there.
I can hear you.

Well, it is a celebration.

Meg: Well, looks like
I'm going to have to

eat this cake
with the file in it myself.

Um, Meg, listen,

Stevie told me what you did.

I... I want to thank you.

You should be here
with us,

have a drink, just...
just for a second.

Another time, really.

Thank you, Meg.

Bye.

- Stevie.
- Ben.

- Ike.
- Mrs. Diamond.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

- May I get you something to drink?
- A champagne cocktail.

Big night.

You'll have your money back
by morning.

Ben: Well, I thought
I'd drop by to tell you

how happy I am
about the good news.

Well, you've told me.

Yes. Yes. I have.

I do not want or need
your help.

You understand me?

Oh. Oh, I see.

May we have a word alone?

Excuse us.

Your weekend in prison
has ruined your manners, Isaac.

A simple thank-you
would suffice.

I need to get back
to my family.

Here's what I think...

I think you need
to get your hands off me.

I think you've been
through an ordeal.

I think you've forgotten
who you can

and who you cannot
disrespect.

And that is
a fool's amnesia.

Isaac, it's never too late
to be taught

the swift and final realities
of this life of ours.

I'll drink to that.

Another time, perhaps.

Mrs. Evans.

♪ When the night comes... ♪

- Yeah. Yeah, it's me.
- ♪ And you lay your weary... ♪

- We need to talk.
- ♪ Head to rest... ♪

Ike Evans.

No, it can't wait, Sy.

I'll see you up there tomorrow
for dinner.

Bye.

♪ No tests,
when the night comes... ♪

And so it begins.

So it begins.

♪ When the night comes ♪

♪ You don't have to ♪

♪ Be afraid ♪

♪ Of any choice ♪

♪ You made... ♪

Can you open the door?

♪ When the night comes... ♪

I... I need to talk to you.

♪ Don't be afraid... ♪

I'm sorry.

♪ You're only dreaming ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ You're only dreaming ♪

♪ When the night comes ♪

♪ The headlines read ♪

♪ Whatever's ♪

♪ In your dreams ♪

♪ When the night comes. ♪

( theme music playing )