Magic City (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 5 - World in Changes - full transcript

Previously on "Magic City"...

Madame Renee:
Benny, this is going to be

the finest poon palace
in the States.

And my people are
in the money room,

doing the books.

Then out of nowhere,

this beautiful woman appears.

So finally I ask her,

"Who are you?"

And what do you think
she says?

( quietly )
"The wrong woman."



Nicky: "The wrong woman."

Do you know why the DJ convention
is always at the Americana?

Because it is always
a disaster.

- I can do this.
- Not in my hotel.

- I appreciate what you're...
- I'm sorry I interrupted your meeting.

The Secret Six...

we need them again,
now, Meg.

You know these people.

It is your time, Meg.

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

He wants to run the hotels.

My hotels.
My fucking hotels.

A big move... Havana.

If you need the million, you know
where to come. I'm your partner, Ike.



Bel: The spics are inside
moving the shit.

Ben:
Call Doug right away.

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

( gunshot )

Stop him!

Ike: Anything you see
or hear

when you're with Sloat
could be helpful...

names, dates, places...
anything that you can remember.

I need to know what you know.

( Theresa gasps )

( theme music playing )

( clock ticking )

( birds chirping )

Are you cold?

Be a gentleman, Belvin.
Give the girl your jacket.

Better?

You animal.

Here.

It'll help with your swelling.

There.

Now I do have
one obvious question.

Who asked you to spy
on the senator?

- No one.
- No?

I swear.
I did it so, you know...

I needed to protect myself,
to have something,

pero I didn't want...

Here.

Do you know what a rhetorical
question is, my darling?

It is a question that is asked

without the expectation
of a reply.

You see, I don't really need
or want your answer.

Because I already know it.

( dogs barking )

Ike.

Vincent:
A machine...

the fattest bolita drop
in Overtown.

( lighter flicking )

A dude named Butterball
runs it for Ben.

They got a counting house
around back.

Depending on the week,
50 to 100 Gs in there.

We're gonna take it out.

Not with guns.

I've asked my contact in Cuba
to rig the National Lottery.

Holy shit.

Yeah. Our bolita
winning numbers in Miami

are tied to the Cuban
National Lottery, right?

Ben pays out whatever wins
in Havana on Saturday.

Cubans give me the winning
numbers ahead of time,

we bet huge,
Ben has to pay out.

( laughs )
Oh, Jesus.

They pay 70-to-1 in there.
He'll lose a fortune.

Yeah.

Castro gets to hit the mob hard
and make a couple million.

I get my good-faith money
and the casinos.

It's bold, boss.

Are they in?

Not yet.
Waiting to hear from them.

I need you to find the 10 biggest
bolita houses in town.

I want us ready
when they are.

Vincent: Ben Diamond's
nightmare.

Yep.

You are, to my knowledge,
our very first summer intern

to even possibly be charged
with obstruction of justice.

Please explain yourself,
before I bring

the full fucking weight of this office
down on your head.

His name is Alberto Lazaro.
I know...

I knew Alberto.
For a few years,

he worked in the Riviera kitchen
in our hotel.

I know him.

I'm sorry I hit you.
I was trying to...

Save your spic
gunrunner?

To stop you
from killing him

so I could help you find out
what the hell he was doing.

Get ready for
Raiford Penitentiary,

you spoiled piece of shit.

There wasn't time.
I'm sorry.

I saw you about to fire. I knew
I could get Alberto to talk to me.

He trusted me.

I was trying to help.

So you body-block
an Assistant State's Attorney

in the act of apprehending
a suspect?

Charge this puke, Jack.

How well
did you know him?

Well enough.

His cousin Vic's
the GM of the hotel.

He's like an uncle to me.

Alberto came here
a few years ago.

He was a good guy.

You have any idea
why this good guy

was buying machine guns
and mortars?

To go home,

I guess, to Cuba.

Yes. Okay.

Here's what we'll do:

- I will not press charges.
- What?

I will not press
obstruction charges yet.

I want you gone,
out of my sight,

until I make my decision about
how to proceed with you.

Do not speak about this
ongoing investigation to a soul.

- You understand me, son?
- Of course.

Could have been worse.

- A Cuba libre.
- A Cuba libre!

Alberto vive.

- I'm sorry about...
- Losing a good busboy?

Hey, that's not fair.

They shot him
in the back, Ike.

Vic, what the hell was he doing
there with all those guns?

What was he into?
What are you into?

- Not your fight.
- But my hotel.

You're my GM
and my friend.

Do not bring this business
to the Miramar Playa.

Two of my family
are dead.

They brought
this business here.

They brought it to me.

Not here.

You'll have to
excuse me.

I have to bury
my cousin.

You'll see his face.

I'm not gonna lie
to you, son.

You will see his face.

- What do I do?
- Make it mean something.

Make it have been
about something.

You understand?

It wasn't rage
or accident

or insanity
that took that man's life.

Then what?
Why did it happen?

Why were we
even there?

The law, I guess.

Shit, I don't know
anymore.

I know.

I am Dade County State's Attorney
Jack Klein, and I know.

And that should be
enough for you.

Now go home.

Have a beer.
You have a girl?

Good. See your girl.

Get some rest and be back here
tomorrow morning at 8:00 AM,

'cause we have
work to do.

- Okay?
- Okay.

( quiet music playing )

Jacks or better.

- Man: Nope.
- Man #2: Nope.

Ben: I'm in for $100.

Man: I fold.

All right.
No calls accepted, gentlemen.

Jack.

$350 to you.
( chuckles )

- Let's go.
- Ben: Ah, Isaac.

Join us.
Stevie, deal your dad in.

Cuda went home sick.
The bar is jammed. I need you now.

Stevie.

Really, Isaac,
you storm into my game

and you demand things?
My game?

- Don't.
- ( chuckles )

Stevie: I'll send Lenny in.
He deals better than I do.

Game's over.

Everybody out.

Eddie, you stay.

You're becoming
very tiresome lately, Isaac.

Likewise.

You know, I had two
very tiresome marriages,

and they both sadly
ended in death.

Then I can see why this would be
tiresome to you.

Can't fucking kill me,
can you?

Ben: It's a long
ball game, Isaac,

and while we're still here,
playing so profitably together,

let's include Havana,
shall we?

- There is no Castro deal.
- Yet.

Yet.

As always,
my money is on you,

literally.

When the deal does close,

Clean Eddie over here

will manage my Havana casinos,
you get the hotels,

and I'll take 40%
of the gross management fee.

Right now, Ben...

all a dream.

Oh, but so was the Miramar,
you remember?

A dream in tatters
in the sand.

Dreams do come true.

Some don't.

Let him out.

Ben: Yes?

Stay the fuck away
from my son.

Family.

( woman crying )

( speaking indistinctly )

( speaks indistinctly )

Welcome.

Vic. Mercy.

Thank you for coming.

My dad said to say
he'll be by a bit later.

I just wanted to say
how sorry I am.

Thank you.

I'm glad you came.

This is our friend
Antonio Rivas.

A terrible time to meet.

Mercy has told me a lot
about you.

- Could I talk to you for a second?
- Sure.

- ¿Permiso?
- Claro.

Rivas... he's the sugar heir?

He's our friend.

Yeah, and will be
your boss, I guess.

Like your family was.

- Danny, look...
- I was there

when Alberto was shot.
I was in the warehouse.

What?

You were there?
I don't understand.

With the DA.
There was a raid.

What are you saying?

Danny.

There was an illegal
weapons shipment...

mortars, machine guns.

Alberto was into
something, okay?

They shot him to death.

Alberto...

that boy...

my cousin...
you were there?

- No, I tried to stop it.
- You were with them?

- I tried to stop it. I need to explain.
- Danny.

- Listen to me. You gotta be careful.
- You shouldn't be here.

- I need to explain...
- Leave!

And this?

An ache, really, not more.

There's obviously
a fluid buildup,

a trauma to the knee.

Doctor, I'm dancing tonight.
I am.

Please, can you help me?

I could.
We could drain the knee.

But that would simply be
a very temporary solution.

Do it.

Mrs. Evans, this is a very
painful procedure. The needle is...

Do it, please.

Okay.

I need you to slide back
on the table.

Oh.
( chuckles )

That's B12 shots...

you know, for...
for energy.

You self-administer?

Mm-hmm.

Who prescribed
the B12 shots?

Our hotel doctor.
He's a very...

Here's what I see,
Mrs. Evans.

You're pushing yourself

far beyond
what your body can tolerate.

Do you understand
what I'm saying to you?

Mrs. Evans, you are literally
tearing yourself apart.

Madame Renee: Her idea.

Says it makes her come
like a fountain.

Crazy bitch ties herself
to my bedpost at night.

The Swiss... go figure.

( both chuckle )

- Would you like to walk her?
- Yes.

Who am I to deny pleasure
to such a beauty?

Madame Renee: So right here
is the foyer bar.

Yes.

French, smoke-mirrored walls.

I've got the tapestries.

Who's that?

Your new partner.

Stevie Evans,

meet the legendary
Madame Renee.

We never met,

but I lost my virginity at your
old place in Normandy Isle.

Ah, warms what's left
of my heart.

This will be the grandest,
most exclusive,

most expensive gentlemen's club
in North America.

The finest
fuck palace on earth.

Come along.

A house for the kings
of Europe,

the titans of industry.

They will write limericks
about this place.

If I don't clear $10 million
year one,

I fucked up.

Are you ready to set down
your cocktail shaker

and co-manage
a multimillion-dollar business?

Me?

Yes, you.

You've run whores
for your father for years.

Women love you, and I hear
that you reciprocate.

You've managed
my cabana game beautifully.

For Chrissake,
management is in your blood.

Work for you?

For yourself,
a fully vested partner.

You two boys
figure this out.

- Time is money.
- Yes.

Adieu.

Adieu.

Madame Renee: Brigitte, honey,
pick up the pace.

A door just opened, Stevie.

It'll open once

and only stay open for a blink...

a door to opportunity,

a bigger world,

the future... your future.

It closes,
and you're doomed...

doomed to the safe life,
the known life,

tending bar for a bunch of
pink-legged tourists from Philly,

fucking a carousel
of the same tired faces,

waiting. For what?

For your father to quit?

For him to finally respect you enough
to move you up from the bar?

To walk away from his dream?
To die?

Stevie,

you see,
the key to success

is to recognize
the open door

and be brave enough
to step through.

I need your decision soon,
very soon,

or I'll shut the door.

- Hey, Ben.
- Yes?

Why me?

I told you.

Nobody could read a face
like the Butcher in the midway.

I know people.

And I know you.

( engine starts )

( waves crashing )

( wind whistling )

V? V.

I can't do it anymore.

Do what?

Dance.

My knees, my body...

I can't.

Let me get you
back to bed.

I want to work with Cesar
on the show,

help him choose
my replacement,

maybe create
a new dance for her.

Of course.

We'll need you.

I will need you.

I could get used to this.

( panting )

( door opens )

Where is he?

- He... he couldn't come.
- What?

Well, he had to work,
but he'll be here. He pro...

This isn't some fucking
cotillion invite.

This is what is
keeping you alive.

We are beyond watching you
jerk off down here.

We have moved on,
have we not?

He'll be here.
I promise.

You two must laugh
at this,

- laugh at me.
- No. No, no, we don't.

- Stevie doesn't know anything.
- Well, of course.

It's funny.

( chuckles )

The Butcher can't fuck
his own wife.

I couldn't make that up.

It's so silly.

Perfect.

What gives a man that metallic bite
in the back of his throat?

What makes
his blood pound?

What dark things,

hidden things?

She put me there,

gave me away forever.

Why?

My big eyes.

I watched.

I saw her. I saw them, you see?

And you'd better
give that to me, my love.

You'd better do that much
for your husband.

I will.

Yes. Oh, yes.

I want to see it.
I want to see you two.

I want to see his face
wet and shiny from you.

I want to see your eyes
jerk wide

and shut
as he comes inside you.

I want to see all of that,

and I want to see it
very soon

and very, very often

until the very sight of that
becomes tiresome.

Get our Stevie.

( women laughing )

- Right there. You see it? Okay.
- All right.

Now follow it.

Follow it with your eyes.

Okay, well, here.
I got $5.

Barbara, you in?

Okay, where's the nut?

So what do I win?

Go away.

Girls, could you excuse
Stevie and I for a sec?

I need you to come back with me,
now, tonight.

Come on, come spend
the night with me, baby.

- He's gone. We can...
- I'm done fucking his wife.

- Get out of my sight.
- No. Please, Stevie.

Baby, please, ask me
whatever you want to ask me.

Go. Go ahead. Ask.

Are you a whore?

Do you use men for money?
Did you use me?

- No.
- Then why? Why me?

- Why?
- I love you.

- Oh, get the fuck...
- I love you. You know it.

And you love me.
I watched you.

That night with Ella,

listening...

your face...

it was so beautiful.
It was like a sculpture.

I wanted to touch it.

I wanted to kiss it.

I wanted you.

That was all.

And then I loved you.

I would have died for you.

I still might.

( rapid gunfire )

Fire the mortar!

( cheering )

The sound of freedom!

When do you want
your Globemaster?

You can get the plane?

For 100 grand, I can land it
on Biscayne Boulevard.

Gentlemen, planes, guns,

bazookas, boats...

you ask
and you shall receive.

And at cost, I might add.

I don't want to get rich
off your revolution. I'm an ally.

I want that bearded prick
out of here as much as you do.

My partners and I have left
millions on your island,

and I want it back.

We're not gonna be
as generous partners as Batista.

We're not gonna be
as corrupt.

Money... money is nothing.

It's cheap metal,
cloth, paper,

a number in a ledger.

Money is not
good or bad.

It's what one does with money,
who one hurts.

People... people are corrupt.

- A deal with the devil.
- True, but which one of us is he?

( laughs )

Bel over here will handle
all the details.

Consider these
as my gift until then.

What's Vic doing
with these schmucks?

Fuck knows?

A hundred bucks,
Ike doesn't know either.

Be very careful with these men.
They are dangerous.

So are we.
( cocks gun )

( gunfire continues )

Nicky: They blew in
out of nowhere

and busted
the whole fucking thing.

- A nightmare.
- No kidding.

I lost four guys
and 50 grand worth of merch.

Well, if only I'd known, Nicky,
that you were moving guns

here in my town
behind my back,

I could have helped.
I would have protected you.

It is your town.

I mean, a fucking flamingo
doesn't piss in Miami

that Ben Diamond
doesn't hear about it.

Oh, you flatter me.

You knew nothing?

About the raid
on the warehouse?

Nada.

Have a safe trip
back home, Nicky.

Woman: Good afternoon.

- Mr. Evans.
- I'm sorry, dear. I've got...

I don't want to bother you,
pero Theresa no come to work

last night or today,
and I call her house.

Theresa?
You called her and...

Nada.
It ring and ring.

I'm so worried.
She live alone on Alton and...

Okay. All right.
Thank you, all right?

I'm sure she's fine,
but I will check.

- Gracias.
- De nada.

O Lord, take me now.

Vera Cruz.

Vera Evans.
Do I know you?

You're Ike's daughter.

His wife.
And you are?

I'm Eddie Blue...
your biggest fan.

And?

And I'm setting up
the Miramar Playa casino.

Ike didn't tell you?

Looking at an early December
soft opening,

and then Christmas... bang!
Blow the doors off.

A huge beautiful casino
as gorgeous as Vera Cruz.

Love to talk to you about
doing something together.

Excuse me?

Maybe having you do

a Trop-themed show
permanently,

maybe open a smaller room
right off the casino floor.

Be a natural... gamble,
and then a night in Cuba.

Come on, Vera Cruz.

Evans. Vera Evans.

And I'm not dancing
anymore.

Nice meeting you,
Mr. Blue.

Eddie.

Vincent:
The landlord hasn't seen her.

Her car
is still in our garage.

And the cat hadn't been fed.

- Ben?
- Who else?

We don't know
that she's dead.

Report it to Beach PD.
Let them take over.

All right,
we'll keep it quiet.

She was a good girl.

And she did this for me.

Hey, this isn't on you, Ike.
You told her to quit.

She didn't.

And now she's dead.

V.

You have a minute?

Yeah. Of course I do.

Eddie Blue just offered me a job
in your new casino...

in his new casino.

Shit.
I will kick his ass out.

No. Wait.

Ike, what's going on?

He's just some idiot
from Vegas.

Do not insult me.

You have partners,
and they're pushing you

to do something
you do not want to do.

Ike, I need to know.

Is Ben Diamond
your partner in our...?

That's enough.

That is enough, V.

Do I provide for you?

Do I protect you?

Do I make a life for you?
Do I love you?

The specifics
of my business...

that is my business.

Then get another wife.

You fell in love with a face,

a body on a stage.

Well, you have all of me.

I'm not one of these
rich Miami Beach ladies who...

I walked off that boat at 14,

skinny and sick,
in Havana, alone.

I saw things. I did things.

But I survived. I thrived.

And that is who I am.

I'm your partner completely,
your wife completely.

No secrets and no hiding...
that's the only way I know.

Ben Diamond

is my minority partner.

He owns 49%.

I own the rest.

I control
the Miramar Playa.

Ben is

my mistake...

mine.

I will fix it.

Ben Diamond
will be out of my hotel.

He will be
out of our lives.

Well, that sounds

like it'll be dangerous.

Ben will be gone.

I'm with you for it all.

You know that.

I do.

You have a second?

I don't know.
I stop mid-peel,

the earth could tip
off its axis.

A second.

You are not my employee,

my partner.

We are not pals.

You are my son,

and I think I forgot that,
that I lost that.

And I am sorry.

So you want to go
have a catch on the beach?

- Stevie.
- That shit is over.

I am what you made me.

And I am proud of you.

Are you? Really?

What's the plan, Dad?

I'm curious.

I stay here till when?
Till I'm ready?

Till you think
I'm good enough?

Well, Pop,
I am fucking ready.

I spoke with Bernie Resnick
over at the Americana.

He is pissed that you grabbed
the DJ convention from him,

says it's a mess,

but that it saved his summer.

The convention is yours.

You work with Vincent
and Victor and the guys.

I'm giving you the convention.

I am trusting you with
the Miramar Playa, Stevie.

But you quit Ben's game.

You quit Ben Diamond.
And that is not a fucking choice.

Okay?

You know, you are wrong

about fathers and sons,

about you and me.

It is never over.

( seagulls cawing )

Ike: It will work now
for the very same reason

that it worked for your father
when he put Capone

on the front page in '28.

As a wise man once said,

"Lift the rock,

and the roaches will scatter."

Ben Diamond

can't operate in the open.

The politicians he bribes

will avoid him like the plague.

The drug dealers he feeds,

the hit men he employs

will all see his photo

in your newspaper every week

and know
that the whole of Miami

is watching Ben Diamond,

watching them.

They will run from him.

Ben will be isolated.

He will be exposed.

Our parents answered
this threat 30 years ago.

This is our moment,

right now, our time.

We use the influence
we have now,

or we hide behind
high walls tomorrow.

We can turn out
these parasites.

We can stop gambling here...

the people in this room.

Meg is right.

Now is the time.

And you...

you are the ones.

What do you think?

I think I need a drink.

It's a nice view.

Meg:
These days.

There were a few years
when I couldn't,

I wouldn't sit out here.

After Molly?

No. Vera.

It seemed so sudden,

disrespectful.

Did you know
that I moved overseas?

No, I didn't.

Morocco.

Marrakech,
for nearly a year.

I smoked hashish
with strange men.

Who hasn't?

( chuckles )

Funny, though,
or, I don't know, obvious maybe...

no matter
how far you run,

you always find yourself
back where you started.

I sit up and beg,
and she rolls over and plays dead.

( men laugh )

- Come with me.
- Where?

You don't ask, intern,

you do.

Doug, Klein
probably wants...

Klein's not here. I am.

( quiet music playing )

You can go deeper, Frieda.

Oh, my back is a mess.

Ben: Relaxed?

I don't know
if you're aware of this...

as my devoted wife,
I would expect you to be...

but I've been under
a great deal of stress lately.

And if I don't get
some relief tonight,

things are gonna get
very ugly

at La Casa Diamond.

Do you understand?

My love.

- Continue.
- ( coughs )

Here.

- They've been at it all day.
- Open it.

Get near me this time,

and I'll blow your
fucking head off.

( camera shutters clicking )

State's Attorney.
Nobody move.

Hey, we're a camera club.

Arrest them all.

Confiscate the film...
if there is any.

I got that.

Stay.

You do not fucking listen.

I told you to leave,

and you're still here. Why?

Bad girl.

Doug, that's enough.
Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Untie her.

Make a move
to that whore, Evans,

and I will put you
in a fucking hospital.

Go.

No. No, stay.
Look at me.

Whatever you want, baby.

Your partner from Havana
sends you a gift.

Our National Lottery numbers
for July 25th.

Adiós.

Buena suerte.

( music playing )

( music playing )