Mob City (2013): Season 1, Episode 4 - His Banana Majesty - full transcript

Pilot, cut your engine.

Passenger, get out.

Hands where we can see them.

Benjamin Siegel.

That's right.

Who are you? What's the occasion?

William Parker, L.A.P.D.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Abe Greenberg.

What do you want? Put
me in the electric chair?

That the idea, Bill?

This is California.



Here it's the gas chamber, Ben.

Cuff him.

Some career choice you're making.

You're gonna wind up looking
very foolish over this.

We'll see.

Yeah, but you know what? I like gamblers.

So after I beat this rap,
you should come to Vegas,

play my tables, and you'll lose there, too.

Mr. Siegel is being held in connection

with the slaying of mob
informant Abraham Greenberg.

I can't say more at this time.
This investigation is ongoing.

Hey!

Busboy's gonna testify.

They tried to kill him last night.



Now he knows who his friends are.

Your ride on the
Merry-Go-Round made the papers.

Page 3. Big deal.

It is a big deal, Joe.
You could've been killed.

Nah. They don't hire guys
that can shoot straight.

All gangsters have lazy
eyes. You seen the movies?

Don't make light of this.

Who's that? Your bookie?
Come on. Chop-chop.

We got a witness to transfer.

I'm right behind you.

Jas, I got to go.

Don't brush me off.

I can't take you putting
yourself at risk for me like this.

Just doing my job.

You know your problem?
You can't take good news.

This busboy puts us one step closer

to tearing down Siegel for good.

Jasmine, you're safe.

Only you would find fault in that.

I got to go.

Damn you, Joe.

I knew this crazy bastard
was gonna put a foot wrong.

Just a matter of time.

Give us a minute, Mac.

Siegel's stepped in it now, didn't he?

Now that he has, what's his
is up for grabs, so we grab.

I like that, Mr. Dragna.

Siegel's boys have been puffed up too long.

Like to wipe that swagger off their face.

- So we put a few in the morgue?
- No, no.

We just take them down a few pegs.

This is not a war. This is a takeover.

I don't want Siegel's boys shooting back.

I want them working for us. Understand?

Now, keep our guys in line.
Make sure they stay on task.

You don't know how to follow orders.

I told you to back off
Siegel, that he was mine.

I'll be taking disciplinary action.

Captain Parker's running a lot of goodwill

with the press and the public this morning.

That's something you
might wish to consider.

I'm not in this for any
reason but results, chief.

You want the credit? It's yours.

Credit or blame?

You jumped the gun, Bill.

You made a mistake that
even a rookie wouldn't make.

You arrested a suspect without
the facts to back you up.

I'll have the facts well
in hand by the arraignment.

Oh, by noon tomorrow?

You didn't know.

I can confirm that.

Siegel's hearing is tomorrow.

- That's not possible.
- For the average lowlife.

Siegel's got friends in high places.

You think they'll let
him just rot in a cell

while you get your ducks in a row?

The thing about goodwill turns on a dime.

The press and the public.

No, you take this one. It's all yours.

And when it backfires, it won't be on me.

Give us a minute.

Of course, Mr. Mayor.

He's right.

Publicity is a two-edged sword.

Today, they use it to knight you.

Tomorrow, they'll use
it to cut off your head.

Have you given them a reason, Bill?

It appears I may have.

I've never heard of an arraignment
expedited to this degree.

Can we get a delay?

That's from judge Anders.

He plays golf with George raft. I don't.

I'm just an elected official

with no authority over the court.

I guess you've taken quite a gamble here.

It's funny. That's what Siegel said.

If you want to make enemies,
you should pick someone

less formidable than our chief of police.

And don't ever again put me in a
position of having to choose sides.

I can't be playing favorites.

Understood.

Pride and hubris, Bill.

They brought down greater men.

You've got till noon tomorrow.

Those ducks you need to get in a row?

I'd get quacking.

Sid Rothman... he's killed
more people than the plague.

If you spot him, you do not take him alone.

You call for backup.

That's right. No dead
heroes, just good police work.

Well, you know what you
can do with this, right?

You all know we got Bugsy
Siegel on the hook for murder.

Sid Rothman is the glue
that makes it stick.

We find him, we decapitate
the mob in Los Angeles.

These are no small stakes, gentlemen.

Days like this are why we wear the badge.

Now let's get out there and
close a door on these bastards.

How'd it go upstairs?

We got 26 hours to find Sid Rothman

and get him to flip on Bugsy Siegel,

or this whole thing blows up in our faces.

My face.

The betting limit starts at 10.

Now just go big for the win.

Yeah, I got it.

That's $20 on Indian Brave
in the fourth at 5 to 1.

Okay, a late-bet limit starts at 10 bucks.

I don't make the freakin' rules, my friend.

Scratch your bets, name your filly.

They changed the jockey,
and the track's all muddy.

You tell me.

Be lively, now. We're
a minute from post time.

I want to place a bet.

Who sent you?

Jack Dragna.

I bet 100 to 1

this joint's out of business
before the next race.

Takers?

You can't just come
busting in here like that!

This is a protected operation!
Protected.

Oh, by Bugsy Siegel?

All these radios, you ain't heard the news?

Siegel's going away for murder.

Get that yellow-belly out here.

Come on!

Jesus.

Pissed himself.

This place is closed.

From now on,

you take your business up
the street to Mr. Dragna's.

You know the place.

Except for you.

Nobody pisses themself in Mr. Dragna's.

- You understand?
- Yeah.

Cut that shit out! That man
ain't done nothing to you!

A mouthy moolie.

Want to mouth off some more?

Grab him.

You feeling protected?

There's a thrilling
second, and they're off!

Sammy, whoa. Whoa! Sammy, Sammy...

You're gonna kill the guy.

Jasmine! Can you do this?

Not in heels.

- Hey, how's your mom feeling?
- Better.

Stevie keeps waking her up
in the middle of the night,

that pooper.

He cries all the time for no reason.

Babies do that.

Hey! You want to play checkers tonight?

We could listen to "Ozzie and Harriet."

I'd love it, but I may have to work.

I'll let you know.

Okay, but only if you want to.

Mama says I can't be a pest.

Your boyfriend was here.

I don't have a boyfriend.

He said he was.

Tall guy, big shoulders, broken nose?

He was littler.

Bowler hat, kind of creepy?

Yeah.

But he's gone now?

If I'm willing to spill
that much of my own blood

to get your attention,

imagine how much of yours
I'm willing to spill.

I told you, I don't have any money.

Mr. Stax. Always a pleasure.

Likewise, Big.

Is the lady in?

Claire, honey.

Some luck, if you please.

Just a taste.

Thank you my dear.

I know you're in here.

How?

'Cause your tie is so loud.

And I know your brand by smell.

You gonna share?

I know it's a gift from the boss and all,

but, really, that tie is an eyesore.

Yeah, but I score points when I wear it.

I should pick one out for you.

What's stopping you?

I'd hate to disappoint the boss.

He's got bigger worries right now.

A murder charge will do that.

Where does that leave us,
the people who work for him?

That's why I came. To reassure you.

Nothing changes.

You keep things going here
till Ben beats this thing.

Until then, Mickey's in charge.

Mickey?

I know he comes off like a clown at times.

It's... taken me some
getting used to, I admit,

but the more I know him...

All of Ben's operations are safe and snug.

That's the message.

There's a firm hand on the tiller.

I suppose one could always
use a firm hand on the tiller.

Talk me into it.

- Hello?
- It's Mickey.

- Ned there yet?
- Yes, he's here.

Mickey.

Dragna's crew just busted
up Smooth Watson's place

on Central Avenue.

They what?

Dragna's got wrecking crews
kicking in doors all over town.

They hit four of our places
in the past five minutes.

Now, you tell Claire to boost
up her security there right now,

bar the doors, load you some guns.

Safe and snug?

Hey, you hear me?

I hear you, Mickey.

I'm gonna have to call you back.

Go! Hands up!

Get over to the wall.

Come on!

Ladies and gents,

I invite you to patronize
another fine gambling house

right here in Hollywoodland.

My associate there will be
passing out business cards.

Your chips will happily be accepted there

while this establishment
is closed for renovations.

Boys, start renovating.

Don't.

Hey, everybody, stop!

Ace!

Go!

Hold it, hold it!

Stax, what are you doing here?

- I work with these people.
- You?

Well, same thing.

What, you know this guy?

No, genius, we're complete strangers.

Don't go hitting lawyers!

Sooner or later, you're gonna need one!

You got a sec?

Stand down.

Ace says hold on a sec.

Your boss, Dragna's,
making a big move, I hear.

Sure. With your man Bugsy in
the slammer, it's a green light.

Like this? Really?

It's what Dragna wants.

Your boss is not a
clever man... no offense.

Will you take some advice?

You're not in charge here.

Of course not. I've surrendered.

Still, the advice is free.

You're scaring the hell
out of these people.

What good is that? They're not gangsters.

Look at them. They're a bunch of dentists.

You think they're gonna stroll up
the street and give you their business

after you scared them half to
death, pointing guns at them?

You make sense.

Point them at me. I work for Siegel.

It's understood.

You can let these people walk out.

Turns into a nice floor show
they'll talk about later.

We all save face.

I talk to your staff?

Sure.

Nothing to worry about here.

Big, you stand down.

The boss will know you did all you could.

Same goes for the rest of the staff.

Just let these gentlemen do
what they came here to do.

What they're not gonna do is hurt anybody.

That's right. Except him.

Anybody tries anything,
Siegel's boy gets it.

I know you'd all feel bad if
something were to happen to me,

so please cooperate.

Make sure you grab a
business card on your way out.

You guys on a break?

Keep at it.

It's better they break
the furniture than people.

Safe house.

What's so safe about it?

Well, nobody knows you're
here. Let's start with that.

Have you seen this man?

Yeah, I seen him.

- You have? Where?
- In a movie.

He slept in a coffin and drank blood.

Funny.

You won't last 10 minutes in jail.

Here, you'll have four men
guarding you around the clock.

Drapes and blinds always shut.

Let's keep the uniforms inside.

Don't want the neighbors seeing cops.

Get iron security bars in all the windows.

That's good.

Except that one. That window's a weak spot.

Nail it shut.

Nice.

Nice.

Nice.

17 ft, 6 inches.

So we just drill down through the ceiling?

Next to this electrical junction here.

Because Mickey Cohen is blind,

he never sees the
microphone above his head.

The electrical junction is
where the ceiling light is.

The mike goes into the light.
That's why he doesn't notice.

But wouldn't that depend
on the ceiling light?

Yes, it would, Professor.

That's why we're glad
it's a frosted-glass globe.

And you know this 'cause you've
been in his office so many times.

I know this because of purchase orders.

City records, electrical permits...

it's all there.

All you have to do is check.

Of course, that takes patience, brains...

Screw that.

27'3"... "X" marks the spot.

Taking bets on this?

Drill.

Dragna... that prick.

The minute your back was turned,
he hit us every which way.

I know, I know. Blake's been filling me in.

You don't sound all
that exercised over this.

- I thought you'd pop your cork.
- Why would I, Mickey?

I got a secret weapon
Dragna doesn't know about.

I got you.

Sir.

Now, why do you think Dragna
suddenly grew a set of balls?

Me he's scared of. You
he doesn't think about.

He underestimates you, Mickey.

Now, what do you do when
somebody throws a punch?

You punch back.

You make it sting so he
thinks twice next time.

That's right.

So while I'm in here, I need
you to be my face on the outside.

Use your judgment. Do what you got to do.

I got to go. I'm about to lose the call.

Nobody said I couldn't use the phone.

I'm saying it.

- Actually, you have no right.
- Excuse me?

By court order, our client is
entitled to certain amenities

while he's in custody.

That's quite a list.

I ask that phone access be reinstated.

If not, we'll file a
complaint with the judge.

To hell with the phone, the judge, and you.

You got a lot bigger
problems than a phone, Ben.

You're telling me.

By the time it got here, the soup was cold.

Now, what's on your mind, Bill?

This is Lloyd Reese with the city attorney.

I'm here to discuss his case.

Let me guess... you've
got Sid Rothman in custody

and he's decided to testify against me

and my only hope is to fall
to my knees and confess.

Good guess.

Good bluff.

Two things wrong with it, though.

Sid is too smart to get caught
and too loyal to ever squeal.

Nice try.

Maybe you don't know him
as well as you think you do.

Yeah, well,

we were pitching pennies
down on Lafayette Street,

lower east side, when we were 5.

Sid even stepped in
front of a knife for me,

got sliced from his groin to his throat.

You can't imagine the blood.

Took over 100 stitches

and more than a year for
him to walk right again.

So between the two of us,

I think I might know Sid a
little bit better than you.

And Sid knows that I would
lay down my life for him.

So even if the gas chamber were thrown in

and I had to make a choice

between believing you or trusting Sid,

sorry, Bill, you lose.

I'll see you in court tomorrow.

We'll see who loses then.

Oh, I'll recognize you.

You'll be the guy with the shiny
badge and his dick in his hands.

And guess where my dick's gonna be.

Hey, Stax.

Bunny's pissed.

Soon as you can, get over
there and cool him out.

We'll talk later.

Sorry for my timing.

I've had calmer days.

Thanks for meeting here.

I'm surprised to get your
message. What's it about?

Leslie Shermer.

I've heard the name.

Why have you?

Is that blood?

His.

His idea of making a point.

"Money, bitch"?

He and Hecky were partners.
He wants his cut... $5,000.

He thinks I've got it.

I know he's one of Ben's.

I was hoping you could put a leash on him.

I think this dog is rabid.

Why not take it to Joe?

He'd handle this off the books.

And get him in deeper?

He was dodging bullets last
night. He's done enough.

Too much.

Good for you.

I can't get in deeper, either... with Joe.

Closed that door a long time ago.

Thought of opening it
again. Hurts too much.

You ever think about telling him that?

Talk about it?

Oh, he talks now?

He's not the same guy
now as when we got back.

His edges aren't so frayed these days.

And I'm happy for him.

He deserves some peace.

It's a long road... coming home.

He needed some time.

You didn't.

Nobody came back from the war
the way they went in, unbroken.

Some guys are just better
at faking it, like me.

Joe...

he had it worse than most.

What happened on Guadalcanal?

What did he bring home with him?

All of it.

One thing I'm sure he never told you.

The men in our platoon
that made it back alive...

Joe's the only reason we did.

Not a man would've made it
off that island if not for him.

It's not my story to tell. It's his.

Maybe he will someday.

It's not a debt. No strings.

You get this Shermer off your back.

- Everyone's happy.
- I can't take that.

You can, and you will.

It's a gift, from me to you.

'Cause I remember you
both when it was better.

Thank you.

Yeah.

What are you hearing?

Radio's on, and it's the fight.

Louis just tagged Jersey Joe.

Grab the reel.

Don't turn around.

Talk quiet.

I have the money. It's in my purse.

Just take it.

$5,000?

Thing is, since our last chat,

a little bird sang in my ear.

Doesn't matter whom. Just a
guy looking for a taste himself.

He tells me the deal wasn't for 10 grand.

It was for $50,000.

That's right $50,000.

Hecky was looking to
screw me from the start.

So now I want the whole whack... all 50k.

I don't have that money. I
had to beg for the $5,000.

But I have something worth $50,000.

The pictures and the
negatives, they're in a locker.

We'll go there right now.

I don't have the key. Joe does.

The cop?

I can get it. I'll need a few days.

Down payment.

You've got 24 hours to
get the key from your cop

and cough up the rest.

We have a problem.

Notice... I didn't say, "I have a problem."

I said "we."

Smooth Watson.

Life was taken this
morning by one of Dragna's.

Bunny, I'm so sorry.

Tomorrow morning, my community
will walk through these doors,

they will listen to the eulogy
delivered by the good reverend,

who will say many nice
things about the deceased,

most of them true.

But their eyes will be on
me, watching my every gesture,

trying to read my thoughts.

Right now, the women are pouring
their anger into their men's ears.

The men are listening

and wondering how much ammo to stockpile.

- Nobody wants a war.
- Yet here we are.

A white man's squabble has
taken a black man's life.

The people in this
community don't much care

if it's Dragna or Siegel holding the bat

that crushed Smooth Watson's skull.

The fact that I do business
with both of these white men

makes me responsible.

What do you suggest?

A summit.

Get both sides to sit down, hash it out.

This pot's boiling now.

- Can't wait till Ben's out of jail.
- You won't have to.

Mickey Cohen has Ben's proxy.

We could do it here.
You'd be neutral territory.

What do you say, boys?

Feeling Swiss?

You think you can pull that off?

Them coming down here would
show some respect, humility.

Qualities famously lacking

in both Jack Dragna and Mickey Cohen.

I can't speak for Dragna,
but Mickey might surprise you.

There's more to him than meets the eye.

You wouldn't think it,

but Mickey Cohen can actually
be a very reasonable man.

You garlic-eating son of a bitch!

Here. Here, have a banana instead?

What? You don't like bananas?

You work for the banana king of
L.A. you'll hurt his feelings.

Stucky, peel me another one.

I think bananas are disgusting.
They make me want to puke.

Sammy thimble, right?

You caused us a lot of
trouble with bunny today,

trouble we don't need.

What do you do when you get really mad?

Throw a pie in somebody's face?

No, no, no, no, no.

Find me a nice green one.

Don't peel it.

What are you doing?!

What are you doing?!

I'm showing you how to have
a banana a different way.

Be glad your boss don't
distribute pineapples.

Boys.

This thing will blow you in half.

I speak from experience.

Pistol out.

Left hand, two fingers, slow.

You don't want me nervous.

Slide it over here.

You're crazy coming here.

Got every cop in town looking for you.

Look, I don't know what's on your mind...

We'll get to that.

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