Magic City (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 4 - Crossroads - full transcript

Previously on "Magic City"...

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,
Señor Evans.

Vera Evans,
the queen of the Miramar Playa,

- dances again.
- Ay!

Looks like you could use
something a little stronger,



maybe Dr. Bobby's B12.

A shot?
Amphetamine?

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

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.

This boy will search and dig

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

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?
- 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.

Anything you see or hear
when you're with Sloat

could be helpful to me.

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

Ike lives.

Good luck, everybody.

Nice to be with you.

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?

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

Think I give a shit?

Hey. Hey.
Get the fuck off me.

God damn it.

Dad! Dad!

Yeah.

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

Like you asked.

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.

Ike,

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.

$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?

Yes, sir.

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

roarin' and whorin'
down here this July.

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 Ike
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.

- 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.

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.

Do you know why
the DJ convention

is always at the Americana?

Because it is always
a disaster.

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.

Ike, 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.

Paren!

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.

Sí.

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.

Why does Ike 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 Ike.

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.

Jesus, that's brilliant.

Go. Go, Eduardo Azul.

Work your magic.

I'll take care of Ike.

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?

Sí, 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.

Así. Ahora sí.

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, señorita.
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?

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

What do you guys do
in here?

Same as you...

catch bad guys.

Come in.

So?

He saw it all.

Thank you, Hal.

Third floor.

Third floor? No.

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, señorita.

I swear

I have seen the Virgin Mary
on that ass.

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.

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.

Better safe
than sorry, Senator.

More of that fine Hebraic wisdom.

Where is
this damn elevator?

I have been waiting
far too long.

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.

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.

Mm, a stupid man.

I bet your
measurements, baby.

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.

Shh. Shh.

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.

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?

Missus.

Thank you, Lee. Here.

I'll tell my husband
you came by.

Yeah, you do that.

Coño.

You should frame
that uniform.

Or burn it.

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.

Bye.

Thank you for coming by.
I appreciate it.

- 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 Española.

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

- Sardines?
- Sí, sí, 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?

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

The number, please?

207381.

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.

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.

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... ♪
- 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?

"The wrong woman."

"The wrong woman."

Lesson fucking learned,
my friend.

When a cunt says
something bad about herself,

pay attention.

- Yes.
- 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?

That's what
the man said.

All right.
Call Doug right away.

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

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, sí.
He work for el Señor 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.

Come in.

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?

Cálmate, Antonio.

Okay? We're good.

Alberto can do this.

Pásastela 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...

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, Ike.

Enjoy the show, Ben.

Break a leg.
Chat soon.

♪ The shore was kissed ♪

♪ By sea and mist ♪

♪ Tenderly. ♪

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.

Brava!

Get on the floor!
Get down!

Let me see those hands!

Get down.

Someone got away.

Come here.

Cuff this asshole.

Stop or I'll shoot!

Stop him!

Fire!

♪ Ave Maria Purísima! ♪

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