Magic City (2012–2013): Season 2, Episode 6 - Sitting on Top of the World - full transcript

Previously on "Magic City"...

This is for you...
what you wanted...

some names, the days,
how much money.

- I can't do it anymore.
- Do what?

Dance.

My knees, my body...
I can't.

No, I'm a law student.

You?

- Sweetheart.
- Daughter.

There was an illegal
weapons shipment.

- My cousin... you were there?
- No, I tried to stop it.



You were with them?
Leave!

I was your bus ticket
out of Weeki Wachee, babe.

I get it.
Trading up.

You're goddamn right I am.

I married Ben Diamond.

I am the Butcher's wife.

Nicky: I lost four guys
and 50 grand worth of merch.

- You knew nothing?
- Nada.

Ike: I'm giving you the convention.
I am trusting you

with the Miramar Playa,
Stevie.

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

Ben pays out whatever wins
in Havana on Saturday.

Cubans give me the winning numbers
ahead of time.

We bet huge.



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

I get my good-faith money
and the casinos.

( theme music playing )

( seagulls cawing )

( people chattering
in Spanish )

Ike: Vincent here
and his men

will take you each separately
to a bolita house.

You will place a bet

on 185...

uno, ocho, cinco. ¿Sí?

185.

You will make your bet

and then you will go wait nearby
with your driver.

The second the numbers
are read in Havana at 1:00,

you will return
to the bolita house

and you will collect.

They will pay you 70-to-1.

Your bet of three Gs

gets you $200,000.

You take that cash
and you fucking go,

no conversations,

no hesitations.

You walk.

Your boat leaves this dock
at 2:00 PM.

Do not be late.

You miss it...
you are on your own.

You get caught...

you die.

- ¿Comprende?
- Men: Sí. Sí.

One question.

Where can I get a good
café con leche around here?

- ( men chuckle )
- Come with me.

Boss.

Call me at 1:00.

( giggling )

Women: Look at this.

Hi, Stevie. Hello, doll.

How are you? Hi.

I could get used to this.
Oh, I love it.

Man: Welcome to
the Miramar Playa.

Man: Let me get that
for you, sir.

Hi.

Photographer: Okay,
let's get a good smile now.

Photographer: Beautiful.

( men chattering )

Excuse me, sir.
Would you like to check in?

I believe I just did, son.

( guffaws )

Follow me.

Stevie: Ladies, this way.

- Welcome to the Miramar Playa.
- ( men cheering )

Man:
Oh, yeah, ladies.

I will kill him.

We are completely booked,
sweetheart,

like he said, in July.

With my bare
fucking hands.

Stevie said he'll handle it,
and he will.

Just trust him.

Mrs. E.
Excuse me, Mr. E.

The guy from Roulette Records
wants to put a speedboat

and a lady water-skier in our pool
for tonight's...

thank you.

Completely booked.

Look, you should
get out of here.

We promised Lo we'd all
go see a movie together.

- We did?
- Yeah.

"Diary of Anne Frank."

Perfect.

Christ.

What?

Look, you go upstairs

and I will be up there
before the movie, okay?

Okay.

I would like to buy 185
for today's number.

Okay, my friend.

For how much?

$3,000.

That's not a scratch, man.

I'm gonna have to get some
executive approval here.

( knocks on door )

$3,000?

Yes.

$3,000.

Where does
a skinny greaser like you

get that type of money?

I sold my store.

What are you selling?
Cash?

Shoe repair, my friend.
Shoe repair.

La madre mía, she die.
And she...

she came to me in a dream.

She told me
to sell everything...

my house, my store,
my car.

She told me to bet
la bolita...

her birthday.

You tell your wife
about this crazy shit?

'Cause tonight when y'all
are living it up in the Glades,

she's gonna be
up in your ass, amigo.

Maurice, take the money.

185 it is, Cisco.

Thank you, sir.

Man:
$200.

( dogs barking )

( man speaking on radio )

- Bye, Suse.
- Bye. I love you.

I love you too.
I'll see you at my office

- this afternoon.
- ( door opens and closes )

Ike: Do you know a woman
named Theresa Suarez?

Ben: Uh, Suarez?

I knew a Carlos Suarez.

He was a fine bartender
at the Floridita.

Theresa worked here.

She was an elevator operator.

Oh.

She's gone missing, Ben.

Sounds ominous.

It is ominous.

Or perhaps she just ran off
with some well-heeled guest

and is living
the life of luxury...

a glass-half-full
kind of thing.

Whoever took her, Ben,

is going to pay.

That is a promise.

Isaac, things happen
for a reason.

Take Havana.

You will right
Castro's injustice to me

and status quo
will be re-established.

You cannot be my partner
in the Havana hotels, Ben.

- My Havana hotels.
- Actually, no. They're Castro's...

Mine!

You being here

right now, in my office,

jeopardizes this deal.
Do you get that?

Ben Diamond can play cards
in his cabana,

but he cannot be here
doing business with me!

Castro's got people
everywhere.

He gets a whiff of you
near this, near me...

it all goes away.

I get my cut.

Ben...

you should go.

Big Ike

in his big office

hatching his big plans.

Huh.

Aww.

The gambling bill comes
to special session next month.

A big night for me

- and you.
- ( object clatters )

( Judi chuckles )
What do you want?

- I just want to talk to you.
- Yeah, well,

next time bring your
fucking camera.

Why is Doug Feehan
after you?

I remind him of his mom.

- What do you care?
- I just do.

Why?

It's not right.

And that matters to you?

It does, yes.

Buy me an Irish coffee?

( playing upbeat song )

♪ I took my baby
to a dance ♪

♪ Soon as the cats
all got a glance ♪

♪ They started running towards her
like a herd of cattle ♪

♪ I got into position, but I had
no time to battle, 'cause the... ♪

♪ Stampede was on,
yeah, yeah, yeah... ♪

- ( giggling )
- ♪ Stampede was on ♪

♪ Well, I snatched her
off the floor ♪

♪ And they all went out the door
'cause she was gone... ♪

- Hey, man, it's cool.
- No, man, it ain't fucking cool.

Man: Oye, no me empuje,
por favor.

( woman giggling )

♪ I took my baby
to a dance ♪

♪ Soon as the cats
all got a glance ♪

♪ They started running towards her
like a herd of cattle... ♪

Out.

Not good.
This is not good.

( glass shatters )

- ( people exclaiming, clapping )
- ♪ Stampede of love ♪

♪ Well, I snatched her
off the floor... ♪

Watch out. Watch out.
Watch out. Move.

( quiet song playing )

How old are you?

22.

Me too.

Surprised?

No.

Liar.

I don't lie.

Well, then you
must be adopted.

In my extensive experience,
the Evans men are born liars.

Did my father lie
about killing Jimmy Shoes?

Brandy up.

Do you like being 22?

Probably fun, huh?

Do I look young to you?

Yes.

And...

And?

Pretty.

Pretty?

Really?

Very.

What about me is pretty?

Please.

Your skin is beautiful.

Your hair.

Anything else?

Everything else.

You never lie?

( chuckles )

I never lie.

Your father
saved my life.

- So he killed...
- A fucking maggot, yes.

He beat Jimmy to death,
and thank fucking God he did.

Your father is a hero.

- He's a killer.
- Jesus, Danny.

It was self-defense.

Here's what I think:

I think the man
I'm looking at,

the one who doesn't lie...

I think he would have done
the exact same thing.

Sloat: Moral lines that one simply
must not cross.

Graft? Prostitution?

Murder, sir. Murder.

We have a business arrangement,
you and I,

a quid pro quo... fine.

I perform a service
and you pay me very well for it,

for which I am grateful.

But when a beautiful brown child,
an innocent,

is severely beaten
and probably killed...

- ( dishes clatter )
- It's too late.

Too late for what?

For you.
For this conversation.

It's taking all of my
legendary self-control

not to string you up
by your fat fucking ankles

and bleed you
like an Angus cow.

Now there is a line

that you do not cross...

you do not cross
Ben Diamond.

Now you deliver that Senate vote

as promised,

and there's a slight chance

that he won't be wearing
your intestines as a necklace.

Now get out
of my fucking sight!

Good day to you, sir.

Good day to you,
Senator.

Big day, Benny,
big fucking day.

Our guys are writing

10, 20 times more bolita tickets
than usual.

Why?

Seems tomorrow's
July 26,

some big fucking anniversary
for Castro.

Guess all the Miami spics
are betting like crazy against him.

I mean, we could clear
a couple million, Benny,

maybe more.

Well, we can shove that
up Sy's ass.

Yeah. The houses
are gonna need

more cash on hand, though,
in case anybody hits.

Fine. Fine.

Between this
and the Miramar casino,

Miami's looking sweet
as old Havana.

Because she was a threat,
and for this...

Ben killed Theresa Suarez
for this.

Theresa was seeing
Senator Ned Sloat.

She saw Ben Diamond's money
being exchanged,

votes bought,
bribes made.

Now there isn't enough
to prosecute.

But there is definitely
a story

for a good reporter
such as yourself to follow.

It will lead
to legislative corruption,

Ben Diamond's outfit,

and it will lead

to Theresa Suarez's body.

I know this.

Ben killed her.

And I want her death
avenged.

We could start with

a "Whatever Happened
to Theresa Suarez?" story,

front page
on "The News."

Maybe simultaneously run
the first piece on Ben Diamond,

who he is,
where he lives,

what he's doing
in our town,

why he wants
casino gambling.

The Butcher in our town...
that's a very legit story.

To the Secret Six.

Men: Hear, hear.
Cheers.

- ( loud music playing )
- Man: Welcome, ma'am.

- Hello, sir.
- Hello.

♪ You can't judge an apple
by looking at a tree ♪

♪ You can't judge honey
by looking at the bee ♪

♪ You can't judge a daughter
by looking at the mother ♪

- ♪ You can't judge a book... ♪
- Yeah. Nice to meet you. Let's do it.

Photographer: All right, ladies,
let's move around a little bit.

- ♪ Oh... ♪
- Photographer: Very nice.

- ♪ You misjudged me... ♪
- Beautiful.

- ♪ I look like a farmer... ♪
- Woman: Excuse me.

- ♪ But I'm a lover... ♪
- Excuse me.

- Susie: Sure.
- Hey, you must be a singer

or a model.

Ira "Fine" Styne.

Hey, stick with me, beautiful.
These waters are swimming with sharks.

- Susie Klein.
- Susie.

Susie "Divine" Klein.

Wait a minute.
Styne, Klein... that's fate,

kismet.
( chuckles )

Now, unless I'm losing my touch,
I'm guessing there's a demo in there?

A demo?

- A sample of your music.
- Right.

Well, I do have a reel-to-reel
I made on my dad's machine.

May I ask you a personal question,
sweetheart?

- I guess.
- Who is your favorite singer?

That's easy.
Peggy Lee.

Oh, Capitol Records' own,
sweetheart,

and a personal friend
of mine.

"Ira Styne,
East Coast Junior VP,

Radio Promotions,
Geneva Records"?

Listen, I've got
a panel swinging

on the smaller markets
in about five minutes.

Now, Peggy Lee... she's singing
at the Atlantis for a lunch thing.

Come by, 1:00.
You should meet her.

I'll even introduce you
to the whole Capitol team.

Really meet Peggy Lee?

Well, let me have your music.
I'll give it a listen,

get it in front of the right ears.
And who knows?

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Hey, no promises.

I'll see you
at the Atlantis at 1:00.

See you.

( chuckles )

♪ You can't judge a fish ♪

- ♪ By looking in the pond... ♪
- ( elevator dings )

♪ You can't judge right ♪

♪ By looking at the wrong... ♪

Oh, loved the show, Mrs. Evans.
You are a wonderful dancer.

Oh, thank you, Ray-Ray.

I snuck in and watched
from the lighting booth.

You were really amazing.

Thanks.

Hey, Ray-Ray,
do you have a cigarette?

Yeah, sure.

Here.

Oh, I don't need the light,
not for here.

- ( thunder rumbling )
- ( rain pattering )

- Mercy.
- Ray-Ray said that you were here, so...

Come. Step into my office.

I'd offer you a cigarette,
but I only have...

I'm pregnant.

Mercy.

That's the first time
I've said it out loud.

Pregnant.

I'm sick every morning.

And it's different.

I can feel it, you know?

No, I don't know
that feeling.

Sorry.

It was once...

once, one time...

my first and my only.

It's crazy, right?
It's like God's will or something.

Danny?

( crying )

Does Danny know?

Do you want the baby?

( Judi sighs )
Shit.

I shouldn't have told you
about Ike.

- I pushed you.
- No.

The brandy.

I'm tired of the secrets,
you know?

Your eyes.

Blue eyes
usually scare me.

They're mean, usually.
But yours are different.

True blue.

My knight in shining armor.

Doug wants you out of Miami.

Why?

Just one secret at a time.

If I tell you everything at once,

I won't get to see you again.

I can't have guns here, Vic,

and an armed conspiracy.

I can't.

Please, you know
that Klein is up my ass already.

You don't think
Alberto working here,

being your cousin,
ties us... ties me to this?

He died in the middle
of a fucking arms deal, Vic.

Every federal
law enforcement agency...

( phone ringing )

( picks up receiver )
Yeah.

Vincent: Just checking in.
We're good here.

All right, good. Vic.

I had to call around, make sure
the rest of the guys are cool.

- Good luck.
- Tell that to Ben.

Look, I will give you
until Friday,

and then
I want him gone.

Vic, they are
onto you now.

Jesus, I like Tiburon, I do.
I respect...

You like him?

Really?

Well, we need him.

And you're wrong.

You're wrong.

This hotel,
the magnificent thing that it is,

is just a fucking hotel.

In the end,
it's just a building.

♪ I love my Dinah,
De-de Dinah ♪

- ♪ Love my Dinah, De-de Dinah... ♪
- ( women chattering )

♪ There ain't no girl that is finer
than my rockin', rollin' Dinah... ♪

- Hey, Susie.
- ♪ De-de Dinah, De-de Dinah ♪

♪ Love to squeeze her... ♪

Hi. Maybe I should
come back later.

What? No, come on, come on.
Let's go have a Coke.

You know, Peggy Lee...
she's upstairs getting dressed.

She's gonna come down
any minute.

Now I told her
that you're Peggy Lee, Jr.

She loves your tape.

Peggy Lee heard my demo?

Heard it?
She worships it.

Let me get two Cuba libres.
Keep them coming, my friend.

You're gonna love this.
It's Coke and lime,

except, you know,
Cuban-style.

- ( both chuckle )
- ( women giggling )

♪ There's no girl who can beat her
when it come to being sweeter ♪

♪ Than my Dinah,
De-de Dinah... ♪

( women cheering, laughing )

If you don't want to see "Anne Frank,"
just tell me. I can...

I don't want to see it.

Aunt Meg said that we can go
to her house for a tea party.

Okay. Okay.

Would you like me
to show your new friends

how a real dancer
puts on her makeup?

- Yes.
- Okay. Meet me in my bedroom.

- My mom's gonna do our makeup!
- ( girls squealing )

It's a good day.

Okay, good.

( man over radio )
...de la Lotería Cubana Nacional.

( man #2 speaking Spanish )

( men cheering )

Man: Cinco! Número cinco!

( man continues
speaking Spanish )

( turns off radio )

( seagulls cawing )

Two hundred fucking thousand?

- ( phones ringing )
- Fat Tony.

Yes, Fat Tony, what?

No. No!
And you fucking paid it?

Two hundred...?

Jacob, till I fucking come...

Jesus motherfucking Christ!

Hey, anytime your mama's ghost
want to come visit me...

( distant dog barking )

- ( door opens )
- Well, well, your lucky day, Cisco.

God is good, my friend.

Yes, indeed.

He has been good to a lot
of skinny Cubanos

just like yourself,

non-blessed,
rag-ass motherfuckers

just like you.

I know the Bible.

I'm a scholar of that shit...

Genesis,

Exodus,

Leviticus,

Deuteronomy,

Numbers.

Funny thing about God...

God is good...

until He ain't.

( gunshot )

Two million fucking dollars?
God damn!

( phone rings )

Vincent.

- I just heard a gunshot inside.
- You think they shot our boy?

They know they've been hit
and they're gonna want answers.

The Butcher's gonna want to see him,
and that's a whole different story.

Stay put. Don't do anything.
I'm on my way.

No, boss, I don't think that's
a good idea. Maybe you should just...

- ( typewriter keys clacking )
- ( phones ringing )

( people chattering )

Well, we're in rock 'n' roll
heaven, babe.

- Here.
- What is it?

That is a red dilly.

It is gonna make you sing
like Lady Day.

Here you go, boo.
Yeah, that was a good one.

- Man: Place your bets.
- ( people chattering )

In this corner,
wearing the white tube socks,

weighing in at 212 pounds,
from Delito Records,

- Jumping Johnny Tuchman.
- Men: Johnny, go! Johnny! Johnny!

And our challenger
from Helio Records,

and looking like something
I just blew out of my nose,

Battlin' Bobby Watts!

Men:
Bobby! Bobby! Bobby!

Welcome, ladies and gents,
to the first annual

Cardozo Records
cunnilingus competition.

Which challenger can get one of our
lovely ladies to come first

and using only his tongue?

- ( loud song playing )
- ( people cheering )

( moaning )

Men:
Go, go, go, go, go!

- ( shattered glass clinking )
- Benny, come on.

Mike should be there
any second.

He'll pick the spic up,
he'll bring him back here,

and you can have, you know,
a heart-to-heart with him.

Alive, Belvin.
I need him alive.

Of course. Come on.
Sit down, boss.

Sit down.
Take it easy, Benny.

Get him a couple of shots
or something, will ya?

Where are you going?

To Lincoln Road.
Saks is having a sale...

Ben: Fuck Saks.

I have a slight
business issue.

I prefer if you stayed at home,
here, with me.

Okay.

Sure.

A show of marital support.

Good girl.

( children chattering )

All right, they come out...
you grab our guy.

I'll pull over, toss him in...
we're gone.

Vincent: Smash and grab.

( starts engine )

( tires screeching )

( muffled gunshot )

( tires screech )

Shit!

- ( man screaming )
- ( dog barking )

( cocks gun )

Vincent: Get out of here.
Let's go. Let's go, come on.

Fuck me.

- ( dogs barking )
- Motherfuckers.

- Hey, come on, get out of here.
- Danny: Stevie!

Pull the plug.
Dad walks in now... you are fucked.

Get the fuck out of here.
I can handle this.

( woman speaking Spanish )

Vic: Come on. Come on.
Vamos. Vamos.

( women screaming )

Stop! Stop right the fuck now!

( Ira grunting )

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, fuck.

- Get an ambulance!
- Okay.

- Get a fucking ambulance!
- Okay, okay.

Oh, fuck.

Okay.

( puffs )

( coughing )

Come here. Come here.

Okay. Okay.

Danny:
Okay.

You're okay.
You're okay.

Is she all right?

I fucking hope so.

Stevie, she's
Jack Klein's daughter.

Danny:
Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.

Thank you, Mr. Butterball.

Yes, I appreciate all your help.

Goodbye.

He's gone.

Who?

The spic that stole
my two million dollars.

He's gone.

Somebody snatched him...
a pro.

Ben. Benny.
Hey, Benny.

- I wanted him.
- Think, Ben.

- And he's gone.
- Think, okay? Not me.

- Not...
- I wanted him!

Not me.
Not me, Benny.

Who? Who? Who?

"Who? Who?"
What, are you a fucking owl?

Look, the Cubans
who hit us, okay...

they knew the number, okay?
The fix was in, all right?

The lottery was rigged.
Who? Benny, think. Who?

- Who? Who knows Castro?
- Who?

Who lives with the spics?

Santo.

That's right.
And who works for Santo, huh?

Who moved into our town?

Nicky.

Fucking Nicky Grillo.

Nicky's payback

for the gun bust.

( exhales )

( seagulls cawing )

We fucked those gangsters, huh?

Yes, we did.
Yes, we did.

( grunting )

( engine starts )

- Jesus Christ, Vincent.
- Yeah.

That shvug hit me in the ass.

You lost some blood.

Yeah. Bird shot.

Dr. Bobby's seen worse.
Just get me home.

How fucking embarrassing.

( tires screech )

( insects chirping )

Mr. Klein, Mrs. Klein,
I just wanted to say that I'm...

They pumped her stomach,

you know, cleaned her up.

We...

she could have died.

I'm sorry.

What happened tonight?

Will you excuse me
for a second, Helen?

The doctors tell me that your actions
in that hotel room

probably saved my Susie's life.

No. No.

I... no.

What happened, Danny?

I'm not sure.
I wasn't, you know...

Tell me what you are sure of.
What did you see?

What did they do
to my little girl?

( sighs )

Let me make this easier for you.

Here's what
I think happened:

I think my 20-year-old daughter
was lured into your father's hotel

by an older hotel guest.

I think she was drugged
and then raped

at a drunken orgy
at your father's hotel.

And I know that this will
turn out to be

the worst day in your father's
miserable life.

May I ask you a favor, Danny?

Of course.

Tell your father
that I will destroy him.

I will. I promise.

Or I will die trying.

Please tell him that for me.

I'll see you at work.

( muffled screams )

My darling,

would you care to join me
in the study?

Our guest requested you.

Our guest?

Please.

- I'll be just a minute.
- Lovely.

- ( quiet music playing )
- Ah, sweetheart, come in.

A little closer.

Come and say hello.

You remember Mr. Grillo.

Somehow in the middle
of our chat,

he asked for you.

Our friend in Cuba... Santo...

and his pup Nicky over here

got Fidel to fix the lottery.

( ice cubes clinking )

They came to Miami

and bet rigged numbers

and took millions...

two million...

from me.

From me!

Now you're a lucky man,
Nicholas.

I have

remarkably steady hands.

You see?

Unusually steady hands.

I would have been
a glorious surgeon

had the educational opportunities
been afforded me.

I can, with one single cut,

remove a man's entire face,

truly,

in one entire piece

like a Halloween mask.

Ask your fucking whore.

She...

she fu...

she's always looking.

Ah. My whore?

Are you referring to my bride?

No, that bitch, always working.

Ask her about...

Can I go? Can I go?
I don't need to watch this.

Ask her about how... fuck.

Not me!

Not Santo.

I'm confused.

Are you saying that my wife

rigged the Cuban National Lottery?

( laughing )

Huh?

- I'm saying...
- Yes?

God, you're a fucking asshole.

( Nicky chuckling )

The fucking Butcher.

How about
the fucking dumbass?

Open your fucking eyes.

( gunshot )

Ben:
Well...

Enough, okay?
That is enough.

Ben:
No.

No.

You stupid fucking cow!

You just silenced a man
that I was interrogating.

Torturing.

Tell that to
the Geneva Convention.

You silenced him

forever.

Why?

It was the sight of him...

what he was saying
about you.

You'd better go.

Sweets...

had you met Nicky before?

I met him at your Seder.

And that was the first time?

Yeah.

Thank God.

Sleep tight.

- What happened?
- What did Stevie say?

Nothing. Vic told me
an ambulance came by here,

picked up a girl
and took her to Miami General

and that you went with her.

Talk to me, Danny.
What happened?

A 20-year-old girl
was fed Seconals and booze

by a hotel guest.
He raped her

or tried to rape her.
I don't know.

She overdosed, nearly died.

God damn it.

Fuck. That poor kid.

I warned Stevie.

What?
What is it, Danny?

I need to know.

The girl was Jack Klein's
only daughter.

Dad. Dad.
For fuck's sake.

You fucking idiot!
What have you fucking done?

- Fuck you.
- Get your hands off me.

- I made you money...
- Get your hands off me.

...so you don't beg your
fucking sister-in-law anymore.

You fucking ingrate.
I didn't want this, God damn it.

I didn't want
this fucking disaster!

I told you.
I fucking begged you.

You weren't ready,
not even fucking close.

You are a fucking bartender,

a goddamn fucking bartender
until I say fucking different!

Oh, till you say?
Really?

Fuck you!

How about I say?

Right now I say!

Get the fuck out of my way.

Where are you gonna go, boy?

Where the fuck
are you gonna go now?

( glass shatters )

( upbeat song playing )

♪ Some sunny day, baby ♪

♪ When everything
seems okay, baby ♪

♪ You'll wake up and find ♪

♪ That you're alone ♪

♪ 'Cause I'll be gone ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ Really gone ♪

♪ I moved on ♪

♪ Because
you done me wrong ♪

♪ Everyone
that you meet, baby ♪

♪ As you walk
down the street, baby ♪

♪ Will ask you
why you're walking ♪

♪ All alone ♪

♪ Why you're on your own ♪

♪ Just say I'm gone ♪

♪ Gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ I moved on ♪

♪ Because you done me wrong... ♪