Magic City (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 3 - Adapt or Die - full transcript

Previously on "Magic City"...

- Ike is irrelevant.
- Ike stays until the bill passes.

Ike lives.

If you were to give us some more grease
for the legislative wheels, and...

And you deliver
the Senate vote.

A mere formality
at this point.

Nicky fucking Grillo
in my backyard.

Fucking Sy knew!
Fucking Sy knew, and I didn't?

Damn it!

I've been asked to work as an intern
in the State Attorney's office.

Klein?



Maybe that's not
such a hot idea.

Then I picked up
Bel's gun.

I saw everything.

So scary.

I don't feel anything.

What about V's show?
The only thing that got their attention

was when Vera
offered to dance.

You don't think I can do it,
just say so.

I don't think
you can do it.

I'm offering Sy a trade...
the Miramar for Cuba.

You con Castro,
you fuck over the Chicago outfit,

and you throw the Butcher
out of your hotel.

What could possibly
go wrong?

It's gonna work, Sid.
I know it.



- Her body is still in Cuba.
- I can give you some names there.

My wife
is lying there alone.

I will bring her back.
I will.

Gracias, señor.

- ¿Su maleta, señora?
- Yeah.

The show's over.

Story of my life.

Rafael, ¿cómo está?

More soldiers than tourists.

If you like guns
more than girls,

welcome to heaven.

I was just sitting here thinking
about the very first time

I saw Vera at the Trop.

You stole our Vera Cruz.

Rafael, what the hell's
going on down here?

Nothing good,
not for us.

They're killing us,

literally,
and, you know, the hotels.

And who's in charge?

Castro gave the casinos
to an American to run...

a mercenary,
Frank Sturgis...

but he's an idiota.
He don't know shit.

- I still want to meet him.
- He's in the US with Fidel.

But perhaps you could meet
Pastorita Núñez...

Frank's boss, big deal,
right next to Fidel.

She runs housing,
some things for the Revolución.

- Can you help me?
- Well, what's the deal?

What brings the great Ike Evans
to Havana

with no bags
and a briefcase?

You just keep that suit
cleaned and pressed, my friend.

You could be
wearing it for me.

Yiddy, cut him down.

- You want him in Dumbfounding?
- Nah, fuck it. Chum him.

Chum him.

Putz, you missed a spot.

Enter.

Good morning. I...

Last night was
a fucking disaster.

I want Stevie back.
I want you and Stevie together.

Can you do that
one simple thing for me?

Tonight?

No. Next fucking Shavuos.

- Bel is here to see you.
- Turn me up to 5.

Towel me.

Okay. Get Bel.

Nicky's selling guns,
lots of fucking guns.

Hand me an ice cube.

Pop it in my mouth.

Remember a few months ago
somebody boosted

a few hundred M1s and grease guns,
some mortars

from the Fort Homer Armory
in Tampa?

Fucking Nicky Grillo.

Huh.

I can't believe it,
in my town.

Yeah. Grillo's selling guns
to these spics

who are looking
to dump Castro.

The shit's sitting
in a warehouse in Hialeah

till the deal closes.

I had a chat with one of
Nicky's drivers this morning.

He spilled his guts.

God, I'd love to kill that
bearded prick Castro myself.

I shall help liberate
"the Pearl of the Antilles"

and deliver our casinos
back to Sy,

calm that cranky
old fuck down.

Keep an eye on Grillo.

Find out exactly when he plans
to deliver those weapons.

You got it.

Oh, Belvin.

Would you be so kind
as to give me another ice cube?

This is all
World War Il vintage.

Hey, we won.

We will need more,
many more guns.

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

For now,
we got the 120 M1s,

the three cases
of Tommy guns,

all the.30-caliber ammo.

Fuck it.
I like you guys.

I'll toss in the 15 mortars
for the cause.

We're looking at 20 grand,

half now,
half on delivery.

Deal?

No deal.

I wouldn't attack
Castro's sister with this shit.

We want
double the M1 order,

and US Korean War issue,
not this ancient crap.

Get us the M1918A2 BARs,

M3A1 grease guns,

Thompson M1928A1
or Thompson M1A1,

fully automatic,
and 500 of them.

You get that, then call us.

Last year this hotel
was at 70% occupancy.

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

Last year
I could have been here

only as a maid
or a prostitute.

These hotels were not for us,
not for Cubans...

only American gangsters
and their pet Batista.

You came here,

had your sex,
drank your rum

and tried not to hit
any real Cubans

as you rushed off
to the airport.

500 real Cubans
work in this hotel,

498 at the Nacional,
700 at the Hilton.

And that is nothing
compared to

the tens of thousands of jobs
these hotels generate.

But I look around
and I see the millions

that could be going
to your people, wasted

as soldiers are playing tag
with farm animals.

We're only money to you,
Mr. Evans?

Yes, you are.
I am a businessman.

Check me out,
Madame Minister.

I worked my way up
from a busboy

to owning the single greatest
hotel in Miami.

I am a hardworking...

The American dream.

I'm sorry
I wasted your time.

Thank you for the drink
and the opportunity to...

You know what this drink
is called?

Cuba libre.

A free Cuba.

White Cuban rum
and American Coca-Cola.

Our Cuban national drink
was invented by you...

Americans.

Por Cuba libre.

I will check you out,
Señor Evans.

These are crazy times.

Maybe Cuba and America
will collaborate again.

I look forward
to hearing from you.

Good day, Señor Evans.

So you're gonna want our people
to do the thing?

No.

Put a man,
somebody that we trust,

outside of Grillo's warehouse
24 hours a day.

When the deal goes down,
he gives the word,

you call Dougie.

Let him and the DA
have the bust.

Keep us out of it.

Ah, poor fucking Nicky.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I can come back.

Oh, no, nonsense.
Go about your business.

Bel over here says
that you're a real gunsel.

Me? No. No.

No, shooting a colored guy
at a bolita parlor takes some steel.

Saved my life.

It just happened, that's all.

Yeah, well,
nine out of ten fellas...

a shvug jams a gun
in their face,

and they freeze.
Not you.

Impressive.

How long have you been
doing this?

I'm sorry,
doing what?

Bartending and whatnot.

Oh, since high school.

College was never really
part of the Stevie Evans plan.

And what is part of
the Stevie Evans plan?

I assume you'll want to take over
from your father,

become a king
of the Miramar Playa.

I don't know.

Well, it's your plan,
your dream.

I guess. Sure.

Ike is a young
and vital man.

That'll be in what,
20, 30 years?

Whenever the time's right,
I guess.

"Whenever the time's
right, I guess."

You know what I think?

I think the time is
right now.

Stop that with the booze
and all that shit.

Sit down.

You ever played cards?
Poker?

Absolutely.

You ever deal,
run a game?

Yeah, for years,
for guests, you know?

Run mine.

One second, honey.

Bel here's got a lot on his plate,
what with the Sea Breeze book and all.

What do you say, kid?
I'll give you 10% of the pot.

You bring in the players.
Bel's got all the regulars.

Deal. You know the drill.
Run the game.

And you'll...
you'll clear, what?

- A grand a week.
- A grand a week.

Hon, do you think Stevie
can handle running my game?

I don't really know Stevie
that well, but...

What does
your heart tell you?

My heart says
he probably could.

Fine. She's a witch. Ha!

She says, it goes.

Done. Start tonight.

What, now?

Okay.

I should probably
let my dad know.

Eh, later.

- Congrats, kid.
- Take the cards.

Deal.

We should celebrate.

Let's have drinks
over at my place.

Um, Stevie,
join us after the game.

Oh, shit. I can't.

I'm taking the boat down to Islamorada...
a fishing tournament.

I'm going upstairs
for a massage.

I need some tip money, babe.

Yes, of course you do.

There you go.

Gentlemen, let's start
the game.

Sí.

A priest performed the requiem
over her body

before the cremation,
as you requested.

Thank you.

You should know

we didn't do this.

Somebody did.

Más rápido, Lalo.
Vamos, coño.

Vera, you have danced this.
You're wearing lead shoes.

Muévete, chica.
Move, girl.

Pace, pace.
The drums are driving you.

They're... they're carrying you.

Pace, pace, pace.

Más rápido.

¿Qué pasa, niña? Déjame ver.

Damn it!

Ah, es un cramp.

Shit.

Ah.

Ooh.

It's nothing.

What? Everybody
gets cramps, okay?

- Six weeks.
- I can do it, okay?

Fine. Then do it.

Lalo, toca la música.

Lauren.

Look what Auntie Meg
got me.

You're all sweaty.

- Sorry.
- That looked amazing.

Well, not yet.
But it will be.

Cesar is the best.

You girls bought out
the store, huh?

Oh, my God,
I got a dress, two skirts...

I didn't realize you were planning
to buy all this for Lauren.

Oh, well, my fault.
She looked so cute in these.

I guess I'm making up
for lost time.

Well, as a rule,
we don't shower Lauren

with this
Miami Beach life.

We try to keep her values.
I wish you had told me.

Why are you making her
feel bad?

Lauren, honey, Vera's right.
I should have asked.

Just go dance, Vera Cruz.

Lauren. Lauren.

I'm sorry.
You're absolutely right.

I have to go talk to her.

Right. Of course.

And, Meg...

I'd like the bill from Saks
for those clothes.

I apologize for not considering
your feelings in this,

but it was my gift.
Lauren is my niece.

She was my sister's
only daughter...

Yes, she was
your sister's daughter.

But she's
my daughter now.

Well...

good luck
on your performance.

A present for the wife?

No.

I got a guilt gift in my bag
for my girlfriend.

Havana, huh?

Jack Ruby. Saw you
at the Riv this morning.

Ike Evans.

I know who you are.

My pal Louie McWillie
runs the Trop down here.

You know Mac, right?

Not really, no.

Seven and Seven, shug.

Buy you a drink?

I'm good.
Thank you.

- Because he's a Jewish prince.
- And so am I.

You know what I mean.
Everything's handed to him.

The kid isn't hungry.
He won't fight for us.

You're wrong.
He will fight. He'll kill.

Why do you think
Danny's sitting out there?

I mean, he knows I tried
to throw his beloved father

into the gas chamber.

So why does he still
want to work for me?

Because he needs to know.

- Know what?
- The truth.

The truth about his father.

That is a powerful engine.

This boy will search and dig

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

And he will take us
inside with him.

If... when Danny finally

finds the truth out
about his father,

I will be standing
right there beside him.

- Cop or criminal?
- Excuse me?

If you're waiting out here, you're
probably either a cop or a criminal.

Ah.

No, I'm a law student.

You?

- Sweetheart.
- Daughter.

- My oldest... Susie.
- Danny Evans.

I was at Miss Roberts' class on Flagler,
thought I'd say hi.

I'm so glad you did.
I'll see you at home.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

After you.

Susie goes to a vocal coach
down the street.

The girl sings like an angel,
a beautiful voice.

She did not get it from me.

So...

- you are back.
- Yes, sir.

I would like to intern
in your office.

Let's just address the elephant
in the room, shall we?

Ben Diamond has a cabana,
runs book

and plays high stakes poker
in your hotel.

How do I know that your loyalty
will be to the law,

to the State's Attorney's office,
to justice rather than...

Because I give you
my word.

But what would you do

if you saw something illegal

occur in your home,
in the Miramar Playa,

perhaps something
involving your family?

Where would your loyalties
lie then?

I don't know.

Come with me.

This is
the Diamond district...

Ben's stretch
of Biscayne Boulevard.

He owns every strip club,
dive bar,

every B-girl.

Victimless crimes?
Maybe.

Except for the 37 homicides
on Biscayne,

103 theft and burglary
convictions,

dozens of overdoses.

Liberty Square,
Pork & Beans Projects.

Ben Diamond's
cradle-to-early-grave

misery machine.

He hooks 'em on heroin
as kids,

turns out teenage hookers,

ruins whole families
with cheap dope and booze,

sucks what little money
they do earn

into his bolita
and numbers rackets,

seduces, corrupts, destroys.

Ben Diamond ruins these people.
And he gets richer and richer.

What would you do if you knew
where the devil lived?

If you knew that you could,
in one fell swoop,

root out so much
of what is cruel

and ugly and dark
in your world...

rid your home of the source
of so much pain,

if you could save so many
of your neighbors

from grief and harm
and death...

what would you do to destroy
that kind of evil?

Anything.

Anything.

Hello?

Shh. Lo's in bed.

Sorry.

What's going on?

Sexy, huh?

Oh.

Are you hurt?

Just tired.

Don't worry. Everything's
gonna be fine with the show.

Eh, screw the show.
I'm worried about you.

Eh, it's nothing.

How was Havana?

Well, I saw Rafael
at the Riv.

- Did he ask about me?
- Come on.

Of course he did,
first thing.

He was always
a big fan.

Ha.

I am going to show you

your biggest fan.

What are you doing?

I'm a professional.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

Ow. Oh.

Ow. Oh. Ow.

Cesar is being
so mean to me.

Hey...

Here.

- There?
- Mm-hmm.

You poor girl.

I'm waiting for you.

Hey, baby!

Hey, hon.
You need some directions,

or can I help you with...?

Hey, I know you.

You're... you're Stevie's
little brother, right?

Younger brother. Danny.

Well, now it's getting
interesting.

You looking
for a room, love?

Maybe another time. Could I
talk to you for a few minutes?

I'll pay you
for your time.

Sure. Slide over.

I'll talk to you
on three conditions:

a real customer comes...
I split.

20 bucks up front.

And you give me
a foot rub.

A foot rub?

These fucking heels
are crippling me.

You ever give a girl
a foot rub before?

- No.
- You'll learn.

Okay, 20 bucks.

Thank you.

Get in there, honey.

Oh, yeah.
That's nice.

Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.

Mm, yeah.

- Oh, yeah.
- Okay, the night Jimmy Shoes died,

my father just showed up?

I mean, what was he doing
out in the Everglades?

- Ask him.
- I'm asking you.

Gotta go.

Did my father do it?
Did he kill him?

Why? What the hell difference
does it make?

- What difference does it make?
- He's your father.

He's Ike Evans.

He'd be a killer.

There are worse things.

Just ask your brother.

You must look
like your mom.

She must have been
beautiful.

You'll be back.

Fuck.

Fuck.

You got a second?

Yeah. Florence is just
fucking torturing me.

Can I get a hug
or what?

Mercy told me
you brought Maria back.

Yeah. Yeah, I did.
It was something, but...

No, it means everything to them.
You did a good thing.

Well, Danny,
they're family.

I took Klein's job.

I'm his intern this summer.

- It's a huge feather in my cap.
- That's not why you did it.

No.

Then why?

I believe in it... in the law,
in protecting the law.

- You believe in Jack Klein?
- Yes.

Me too.

I believe he is
a self-serving hustler

that would kill
his own mother

to get in the governor's
mansion.

Look, Danny, you have always
seen the world as...

What? Black and white?
Good and evil?

No, you're wrong.

I see things as they are.
I had to. I grew up here.

I grew up in this world...
your world.

My world?

I believe
that we have a choice.

- We choose...
- What?

What do we choose,
Danny?

- Good or evil, black or white?
- No.

Right or wrong.

Then take the fucking job.

Like I said,

I already have.

Flo!

Mr. E?

Who is that?

Your decorator?

Get Vincent now.

Can I help you gentlemen?

No, we're good.

No, actually, you're not.

I'm Ike Evans.

Ike Evans, Ed Bloomberg.

I know the name.

They call me Eddie Blue.
Sexier, right?

Eddie Blue out of Vegas?

And Havana, Tahoe,
Monte Carlo,

wherever there's a casino.

- You see a casino here?
- Not yet.

Fellas, grab a Danish.
I'll find you.

Your investors think
it's only a few months away.

They're wrong.

Chicago's feeling
very good

about the gambling bill
passing.

Hence the Blue man here,
measuring your lobby for slots.

Sy sent you?

Ben Diamond.

His plan is, the vote goes down
this summer,

early fall, the latest.

We open for a killer
holiday season.

"We"?

I guess I'm your
new partner.

Your brains
and my looks, huh?

I'll double your hotel profits
first month...

tail wagging the dog.

Ben says you pre-wired
the lobby

for wheels, tables, slots.

Yiddishe kop.

I don't know what the fuck
you're doing in my hotel,

but I do know

that you're gonna stop
doing it right now.

I'll tell you what:

have your
electrical engineer drop

the as-built lobby wiring diagrams,
blueprints up to my suite.

Your suite?

Ben told me to grab
the Sinatra Suite.

- I haven't checked in yet.
- Yeah, you know what? Don't bother.

We're at capacity.
Why don't you go over to Eden Roc?

You can use my name.

See you later, partner.

You need help?

What's your name?

Let's go.

After you.

I know he's a fucking
casino guy, Sid.

No, listen. That's my point.

He's more. Eddie took over
the Stardust last year...

the whole hotel.

The boys had him running
Cal-Neva last winter...

- the games and the hotel.
- That's a comfort.

You really think that Ben
is moving Eddie in?

Does day follow night?

Eddie's clean.

I had him checked.
No arrests, nothing.

That's how he fronts
for the outfit.

Ben and Sy...
they're in the Vegas black book.

Neither one of them could
step foot into a casino.

But Eddie Blue is kosher.

My people in Tallahassee tell me

it's down to the wire
on the gambling thing.

Your boy Sloat... he's muscling
those cracker votes, Isaac.

They could win this time.
This vote could pass.

You are a fucking fountain
of good news today, Sidney.

- That's why I'm here.
- Good-bye, Sid.

Vera Cruz.

Oh, shut up.

I'm sorry,

we're all out of
fountain of youth.

A double cortadito.

And keep 'em coming.

Well, it looks like

you could use something
a little stronger.

A triple?

Maybe

Dr. Bobby's B12.

A shot? Amphetamine?

No. No way.

I tried that once at the Trop.
No, thanks.

No. No. It's not speed.

It's vitamins.

It's an enzyme thing, I think.
It's his invention.

It's healthy.
I used it a couple of times

during the season last year.
Saved my life.

Mm, I don't think so.

Dr. Bobby goes up
to Palm Beach

and gives them to the Kennedys
all the time.

Jackie sends her driver
for him.

Eddie Blue?
He doesn't know Miami,

doesn't know Florida politics.
I live it.

He's here too soon.
The vote hasn't happened yet,

probably won't happen, Ben.

We have an agreement,
all right? I run the hotel.

And you have. And you've run
your kingdom for years.

Did I ever interfere when I was
in Havana? No, not once.

Well, Havana's gone,
and I'm here. Jesus!

You still own the joint.
Eddie's just a casino guy.

One would think that you
don't want gambling here.

When it's legal,
all right?

We can't afford the expense
and lost revenue

of a massive lobby reconstruction,
not until we know for sure.

That's the bet I'm making...
that gambling will pass.

And when it does, we want to be
the biggest, the best

and the first fucking casino
on the beach, or we're done!

That's how it works.

Darwin... Charles Darwin,
natural selection.

Ike, you have two choices...
adapt or die.

Are you still seeing
our senator?

Last night.

So you're with him
when he does his business,

when he meets people?

Anything you see or hear
when you're with Sloat

could be helpful to me,
Theresa...

names, dates, places.

Anything that you can remember
could help me.

I need to know
what you know.

- Would that be okay?
- Of course, Mr. Evans.

I would do anything for you,

whatever you need.

Just be careful, okay?

Gracias, Theresa.

De nada, Mr. Evans.

Dudley.

Perfect timing.

What's going on?

What's going on is

we are now

presenting

Lauren Cecilia Evans...

daughter of
Isaac Michael Evans

and Mary Evangeline Bannock.

Wow. Honey, you look...

Wow.

This is Mommy's dress.
Meg pinned it.

Stunning.

We practiced the curtsy
about a million times.

It was worth it.

You did it beautifully.
You really did.

Well, you should get upstairs
and get changed.

I'm sure your dad wants
to get you home for dinner.

Nothing like a kid to remind you
how damn old you are.

Speak for yourself.

Time for a quick drink?

You kidding? I just saw my future.
I need a drink.

- Thank you.
- This 1926 Macallan

was my dad's favorite.

Perfect.

- To Lauren.
- To Lauren.

Jesus. The old man
knew his scotch.

About all he knew.

Oh, come on.
He wasn't that bad.

He just, you know,
hated the Jews.

And Negroes.

And all Irish
and the Catholics.

Come on,
what about the art museum?

Okay, yes,
he paid for that.

He did spend some
of what he inherited

on good things, I guess.

And he did help run the mob
out of town in '46.

Really?

Oh, yes, he started
the Secret Six.

Secret Six?
Never heard of that.

Hence, "Secret."

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

of our biggest radio station,
a few bankers...

the six men who run Miami

to join together and finally
stop those gangsters.

How?

Every week,
they'd put one of those rats

on the front page of the paper...
a big picture,

give their names, addresses,
what crimes they were committing here,

every week,
right there for the city to see.

You know, I remember that.
It worked.

Sure did.

So I guess there was some good
my father did.

What?

Listen, the mob is behind
this gambling bill.

It will pass this time.

Casino gambling
hits the beach...

we will lose Miami.

We need
the Secret Six again.

They're all old men
or gone.

Who runs the city now?

You. Your friends.

You know these people.

It is your time, Meg.

People will listen to you,
to us.

Daddy,
look what Aunt Meg gave me.

Like Mommy's.

You are killing me.

The girl has
very refined taste.

Uh-huh, and I wonder
which side of the family

she gets that from.

Say thank you
to your Aunt Meg.

- Aww.
- Thank you.

- I love you.
- I love you too. I had a great time.

It was so much fun.

Bye.

Think about it.

All right, kiddo.

- I loved her like a sister.
- She loved you too.

- Nunca la olvidaré.
- Gracias, Alberto.

How are you?

I'll be okay. Thanks.

Good. You want me
to go back to the hotel

and grab some more wine
or rum or anything?

Actually, they're going through rum
like crazy here.

Okay, well,
I'll get a few bottles.

Okay, thanks.

Okay, well,
I'll see you later.

Buenas tardes.

Buenas
tardes.

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.

Pa' los santos.

For Maria.

Silencio, por favor.

Silencio.

Thank you. Thank you.

On behalf of my daughter,
Mercedes and I would like

to thank all of you,
our loved ones, for coming.

Uh...

I know the rum is low,
but don't worry.

I've sent Danny out
to get some.

Stevie, don't worry.
More rum coming.

I met Maria
when we were 15

on the beach in Varadero.

It was Easter vacation,

and she walked
out of the ocean

like a goddess,

and I fell in love with her
that second.

And I will... will love her

until the last time
I close my eyes.

That night,
at a club by the sea,

a song played...
"Yo Te Quiero Siempre."

As it played,

she took my hand
for the first time.

She looked at me
and asked,

"How can anything be
so beautiful?"

Somehow I found the courage
to answer.

"You are," I said.

We had our first kiss
to that song.

It... it was our song.

So if you would all
indulge me,

con permiso, I would like
to hear it a final time.

Hello.

Yeah, this is he.

Madame Minister.

No, I'm very glad
to hear from...

Okay.

Yes. No, I understand.

Great.

I will get back to you
very soon.

Adiós.