Magic City s01e07 Episode Script

1 Previously on Magic City You know they killed Myrnna because they thought she was you? Aah! You're next.
Leave Miami now.
I'll be fine, Ike.
No, you won't be.
The Miramar Playa minority ownership is hidden behind the thickest web of companies this firm has ever seen.
What or who, exactly, are you hiding, sir? Pierce Fuller, Double Chek Corporation.
We're an investment firm interested in a free Cuba.
Vic, no family should be broken up like this.
Welcome to Miami Beach, Florida $25,000 on Harper.
Big Ike.
Going for the dog.
Ben went big on Valiente! The fight isn't fixed! Change my bet.
Can't change shit.
Yes, you can.
We have time.
No can do.
And a nice hook sends Harper to the canvas! You ran into the propeller on this one, kid.
What the fuck?! Aw, shit.
The Butcher's wife.
Are you fucking The Butcher's wife? I think I love her.
Oh! Oh.
I said I love her! You're gonna die with her.
You're gonna fucking die with her.
Well, I'll take my fucking chances.
There are no chances, Stevie.
There's no odds.
There's no escape.
If Ben Diamond sees these, he's gonna find you, cut you in half with a fucking handsaw, and stuff you in an oil drum in Biscayne Bay.
Where'd you get these? Look what you did.
You brought that maniac into our house.
I'm so sick of cleaning up after you.
What the fuck are you talking about? While you were off playing Joe College on dad's dime, guess who's right here? - Who fixes the card games? - You.
- Hires the hookers? Pays off the cops? - You chose this life! - You chose this life! - Did I, you fucking bitch? You chose this fucking life! You chose this life! Get the fuck away from me.
You know, you You and dad are Are what?! You're not me.
You're not me.
I hope she was worth it.
I fucking hope she was worth it.
Is Mercedes?! You fucking kid! So.
Young Jimmy Shoes.
What brings you down to our fair burg? Any bits of Judi Silver? Not yet.
Maybe she's not down there.
Keep looking.
If he came down to kill her, who the hell did him? Call Sid Raskin.
Tell him to get his client down here.
Evans won't wanna come down here.
Just get him.
Thank you, Doug.
From Szechuan, huh? Yes.
Diamond residence.
Hey, Dougala.
How goes the crime fighting? Yeah, yeah.
These are all from the same region, huh? All Szechuan.
That sounds promising.
Sure.
Hey, we'll knock a little off your vig for that.
Go.
Catch some bad guys.
Guess who's visiting Klein's dog and pony show in the hangar? Ike Evans.
Did they find anything yet? The shit's been underwater forever.
No prints, no whore, nothin'.
They're working on Shoes now.
Ike.
Ike.
He won't say nothing, Benny.
Uh, normally, I'd say not a chance, but I-I sense something.
A a crack in the Evans facade.
So maybe, uh, Ike spent your 100 G's, huh? Oh, we'll find out on Friday, won't we? I'll take this in a deep wine.
I need some operating cash to bridge me until fall, and I am willing to sell some of my shares to get it Sell them to you.
To me? What do you want, Ike? Half a million in cash for 15% of my majority stake.
Why me? You can afford it.
You do love that beach.
Why not you? I have no interest in buying my way back into your lives.
Trust me.
You get to know us, you will pay big money to get out of our lives.
Leave the terms here.
I'll talk to my lawyers.
No promises.
This has to happen soon, though, okay? Are you in trouble, Ike? I am in business, Meg.
I spent some very scary nights in this room.
I sat right there and asked your father for Molly's hand in marriage.
How'd that go? "Dudley! Get me my gun!" Well, you made progress.
You're leaving unscathed.
Take care, cabana boy.
Then pack your bags.
'Cause unless you yourself pitch Garry in his goddamn office on 57th Street, this deal ain't gonna close.
Forget it.
I can't leave now.
It's not gonna happen.
Then neither is Garry Moore.
Kiss it good-bye.
I've got it.
Thanks, Vee.
Better than wolfies.
More coffee? Hon, will you try Stevie's room again? The Atlantis? He's supposed to be here right now.
Sure.
Fucking kid.
Stevie tells me we're losing "Extravaganza Latina"? Castro won't let the girls travel.
I love those girls.
Everybody does.
They're a Miramar Playa institution.
I mean, they're here every spring.
We'll feel that, Ike.
We need something in that room.
Who's Stevie got behind them? I'm calling, I'm calling.
Then we'll get another revue, another Latin girlie show, I don't know.
Town's lousy with Cuban dancers.
Better find one fast.
Vee? Tell me about the first time you saw me.
What's wrong? Is something wrong? Just tell me, okay? In Havana? It was, um Spring Of '54.
I was there with Vic and few of the guys.
So we're sitting there at the Tropicana.
I was bored.
Then the lights went down.
I looked up, and there you were, your eyes like Like the ocean.
And I knew.
I saw it all.
You, um You were wearing a black leotard with those crazy long legs.
God how you moved, how you How you danced.
I'm not that girl anymore.
I lost her.
I'm not having a baby.
That's o-- That's okay.
It's-- It's all right.
We-- We can, you know, stop trying.
Forget about it.
It'll happen.
It won't happen.
I can't.
- You don't know that.
- I do.
I do know.
That's what I'm saying to you.
What do we do now? We love each other.
Come on.
Let's go back to bed.
Everything is gonna be okay.
I promise.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Amazing.
We're gonna do the cup hands, right? Are my fingers like this? - No! - "No!" How am I swimming? Picking cherries from a basket.
Dan the man.
Okay.
We've been all through these, kid.
Any criminal records? Nothing relevant.
DUI, trespassing Monte, the valet-- He got caught pissing in the Roney Plaza lobby.
Public intoxication.
Well, least it wasn't in our lobby.
Motive? You gotta go, you gotta go.
All right, for our own guys to hit us, besides the money, there's nothing I can see.
Your pop's good to his people.
There's no apparent grudges.
We checked every fence and pawn shop in town.
This guy's either sitting on the loot, or he's dumping it somewhere else.
This fool's either crazy, very desperate, or just plain stupid.
Why? Everybody knows the Butcher keeps a cabana here.
He likes to keep it quiet for his game.
You just don't mess with Ben Diamond's business.
Climbing all over a 14-story hotel in the dark? We're looking for an athlete.
I couldn't do that.
Who the hell could? Spider monkey? What? Thanks.
Anytime.
Somebody loves you.
They made you a nice lunch.
My daughter.
Mercedes, right? You said you had news.
We have a boat and a guide in place.
She'll be home to you very soon.
Good, right? For sure? Mercedes will be-- Let's just keep that between us for right now.
The less people who know about it, even Mercedes, the safer Maria will be.
You understand.
Sure.
Yeah.
Oh, yeah.
Love to have a drink with your boss, meet the famous Ike Evans.
For Double Chek Corporation? For a free Cuba.
Sure.
Sure, okay.
We're all on the same side here, Vic.
Thank you.
Mr.
Fuller? Mm? You get this to my wife? For her trip, you know.
No promises But I'll do my best.
rockin' Robin tweet, tweet, tweet rock, rock, rockin' Robin tweet, tweedily-Dee go, rockin' Robin, 'cause we really gonna rock tonight tweet, tweedily-Dee every little swallow, every chickadee He's not fucking around.
Can he make me come down there? Eventually, sure, and then it'll be in handcuffs, my friend.
I didn't do anything.
Just be a mensch and go see the man.
You're the king of charm.
Work this asshole.
Let's get on with our lives.
You owe me one, Evans.
I know.
I gave him the files like you asked.
Can you shut my door, please? It's me.
Hang on.
Ah, screw you.
What's that smell? Marijuana.
I'm under a lot of stress.
Do you want some? Marijuana? Jesus, Stevie.
I shouldn't even be in here.
You don't have enough problems without jail time? Can we possibly be related? What do you want? I think I know who's blackmailing you.
Divin' Dave.
Really? Robberies started when he showed up.
He's practically a gymnast.
Climbing up the balconies would be nothing for him.
And look, he's done it before.
Friend at the DA's gave me his records.
Three arrests, but no convictions, which is why there's nothing on his employee background check-- for breaking and entering, you know, second-story work.
Atlantic City, San Diego, and Fort Myers.
Clowns.
Danny.
This is amazing.
This is great.
You saved my life.
We should let the cops handle it now.
No.
No, we shouldn't.
Ben owns half the force.
He'd have these pictures by dinner.
Stevie, we should go to dad with all of this.
- He'll deal with Dave.
Dad'll know-- - Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.
Stop.
Look It's my fucking life, okay? Now thank you for this.
It's a theory.
You know, Dave's just a suspect.
- I c-- You c-- I don't have conclusive proof-- - Little-- Little brother, I won't do anything until I talk to you first.
Let me have a minute to think about all this.
Okay? No cops, no dad.
Please.
But-- I promise.
Okay.
Why do it? I get that she's beautiful and all that-- You know, the sex and all But she's Ben Diamond's wife.
You know I'm afraid of heights? I can't even look over the balcony at pop's.
See, the truth is It isn't really fear.
It's different.
Weirder.
It's like excitement.
I get near the edge I look down at the pavement And I can feel the butterflies in my stomach.
I mean I actually have to take a step back.
Even though I know it'll kill me I still fight the pull To, you know Jump.
Yeah, well, this time, you took us all with you.
He's here.
Go get him now.
Ike Evans.
Mr.
Evans.
Welcome.
What can I do for you? Why am I here? There's no smoking inside.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure no one here's gonna complain.
The open corpses release methane gas, and then there are the chemicals we use to lift fingerprints off of these cars.
You can lift fingerprints, even if they've been underwater? How'd you know they've been underwater? Oh, I don't know, Jack.
Rust? That's what tipped me off.
I could be wrong.
Just a hotel guy.
You squeamish, Ike? Palmetto bugs creep me out.
Otherwise, I'm okay.
Okay.
Good.
Jimmy "Shoes" Clayton-- Hit man for the Minneapolis mob.
You recognize him? Should I? He was last seen ten days ago, driving away from the Miramar Playa, with Judi Silver drunk in the backseat.
Now Shoes is lying here with mashed potatoes for brains, and Judi's Disappeared.
My guess is you hope she stays disappeared.
That's what you're good at, Jack-- Guessing.
Seven bodies.
Look around.
Please.
Seven poor bastards who worked with or for Ben Diamond.
Dental records indicate this lump of shit was Kenny Seigel.
He crossed the Butcher in a Cuban cocaine deal in '54.
This thing, we think, might be Albert Rosen.
Had a metal plate in his head from the Pacific.
Al was Ben's late partner in D&R meatpacking.
Ben's partners don't seem to last too long.
You know where we found them all? Nope.
In the middle of the Glades, tied to those cars, at the bottom of a limestone quarry that you own.
It's where the limestone for your beautiful lobby came from.
You dug the hole, and the Butcher filled it, which is efficient.
And that's it? That's what you got? Really? That's why you yanked me down here? Look, if you say that I own it on paper, I guess it's true.
Hell, I'm sure there's probably some bicycle wheels and an old Zenith TV in that hole I don't know about.
You see, that's what people do, Jack, in the Glades.
They dump shit.
Witnesses put Shoes with Judi Silver, leaving your hotel, and they put you leaving right after them, in an awful hurry.
Then we find Shoes dead in your quarry.
Won't convict you-- Yet-- But makes for a good story in your favorite hometown newspaper.
Then you fucking tell it And then grab your nuts, Dick Tracy, 'cause I will fucking own them.
Better hope Ben doesn't find out you dropped by to visit the DA.
Looks like he doesn't handle bad news very well.
And I would pray he finds Judi Silver before I do.
She'll put you at that quarry, won't she? Ike! You are between a rock and a hard place-- The state of Florida and Ben Diamond.
If you are connected to any of this business here, I promise I will find out and I will crush you with a legal shit-hammer, and if I don't get you, the Butcher will.
Think about what I am saying to you! And call me! I wouldn't wait very long! So your advice is "no.
" A firm, unequivocal, thunderous "no.
" Poor Isaac.
I'll have Mark send him a-- No.
Let me tell him myself.
I owe him that much.
It's late.
I know.
I'm sorry.
I'm almost done.
So people come and sit in this chair and try to sell you things? All day long.
Can I try? Vee, it's been a very long day.
I will be up in a few minutes.
You lost "Extravaganza Latina," and you need something to replace it.
You know I danced with them in the 1950 season in Havana? I know.
When I was at the Trop, we thought those girls were a joke.
Let me put something together to replace them.
No.
Vee, I very much appreciate what you're trying to do-- Why are you being condescending to me? I know what I'm talking about.
I-I was the best dancer at the best, most famous club in Havana-- Maybe the world And I'm offering you my-- What? What are you offering me? Your ass in a G-string? No.
You are my wife.
You are the queen of the Miramar Playa.
You do not dance anymore.
Cesar Ramos is a genius.
He's a genius.
He created that show when you first saw me, when you first fell in love with me at the Tropicana.
And he's here now, in Miami.
Please let me ask him to make something great for us, for you.
I am asking you not to do that.
Please, not right now.
Now is not the time.
I need to dig out from some things.
All right? Maybe later.
Please.
For me.
Okay.
Thank you.
I will be right up, okay? Except to hear your name or someone's laugh that is the same but I've forgotten you just like I should Hey.
Stevie.
What's going on? Open the door.
What a fool am I So what brings you to my, uh-- I want those pictures.
I'm sorry.
What pictu-- Now.
Fuck off! Give me the negatives, polaroids.
Or what? Huh? Or fucking what, faggot? You gonna kill me? You're not a killer.
Unfortunately for you, the Butcher sure is.
20 large, 48 hours I give you everything I have.
How do I know there aren't any copies? You don't.
It's like life, Stevie.
There are no guarantees.
Here's the deal.
You give me my 20 grand, and Janice and I are off to LA Gone.
What a guy Hey, babe Pay me, or kill me.
What a fool am I Drink for the road? Could kid the moon I hate to beat this to death But are you absolutely sure? I never forget a friend, son.
No.
Our Ike never gave me one red cent from you.
Always a chance to rectify that situation, though.
You like what you see? He knows.
No.
No, he doesn't.
He won't.
What's happened? Well, you have a right to know, and that's why, um-- Stevie? What has happened? Polaroids.
No.
No.
Stevie, no.
You promised me.
I know who has them.
I'm gonna get them back.
How? How? Do you have any idea what they'll do to you? Are they blackmailing you? Of course they are.
Well, we're dead.
We are already fucking dead.
Do you know what he's gonna do? He's gonna find us, and he's gonna kill us.
He's gonna kill us, and it will be slow and ugly.
He will enjoy it because that's what he does.
Ben Diamond kills people.
He kills people! Hey! I have to go.
- No.
- It's gonna be okay.
Stevie, please.
S-- Yeah, can you get me Chicago, Lakeshore 5-7-2-2-5? One moment, please? Thank you for holding.
Sy.
It's Lily.
Look I wouldn't call.
I'm sorry to bother you, but I'm being blackmailed.
I'm afraid Ben No.
No.
Sy? Sy, if he finds out, he'll kill me.
I'm no use to you dead.
Ben? Just missed him.
They split a second ago.
He's on his way to his car.
Hey! Hey! What? I'm sorry.
I-- You-- You asked Take your time, kid.
Take your time.
I know who's been robbing the Miramar Playa.
- You told me to tell you when I found out, so I am.
- Good, good.
Dave Donahue.
The diving act.
Divin' Dave.
He works here.
You're sure of this? Absolutely.
He bragged about it.
Fine.
Tell Vincent or the cops.
He bragged that he hit the Butcher's joint and got away clean.
Oh, did he, now? Huh.
All right, kid.
You want us to talk to the clown? Let's go.
Hi.
Hi.
Meg, right? Yes.
You must be Lauren.
I'm I'm your aunt Meg.
You probably don't remember me.
I remember you.
You look like my mom.
Your, uh, mother was Meg's younger sister.
Is that the new doll everyone's talking about? I just got it for my birthday.
Barbie.
I don't really play with dolls anymore.
Oh, I don't know.
These are pretty stylish.
They come in white, too.
- Really? - Are you looking for Ike? Mm.
He's up those stairs, in his office.
Thank you.
And thank you.
I hope to see you both very soon.
Oh.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Mr.
E? Meg Bannock is here.
Okay.
Send her in, Flo, please.
Go in.
Wow.
Quite a place.
The engine room.
Coffee? Danish? Baked here.
No, thank you.
Your answer is "no.
" I'm sorry.
Why not? My advisors tell me it's a bad business.
I'm sorry, Ike.
Me, too.
I hope to see you sooner this time.
It's been really Good, seeing you.
I missed you, Meg.
Please feel free to come by, use the beach, make drip castles with Lauren.
Will do.
Shit.
Hello? Hey, Ike.
I'd like you to join us for cocktails tonight.
No, Ben, tonight's not good-- My place.
10:00.
No, no.
I do love your house, though.
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- It's lovely.
And the way you put it together.
Ike.
He'd like you to wait in his office.
- We don't want anybody drowning in these parts.
- Oh, absolutely not.
I would like a drink.
Oh, yes, of course.
Forgive me.
Uh, Bel? Get my partner a drink.
You're a vodka Martini man, aren't you? Dewar's, neat.
Yes.
Make that two.
Chocolate shake? Idiot.
Pabst.
You're in a good mood.
Well, the universe takes away And the universe gives back.
You stoned? I'm free.
What did you do? - You swore you'd tell me.
W-- - I paid him off.
It's done.
He took 5 grand.
A bird in the hand.
Every cent I had in the world.
You have everything? You have all the photos? I don't give a fuck what he told you.
I gave him $65,000.
He says you gave him 10 grand to vote against gambling.
What? Gambling hurts me? Hurts my hotel? Shit, Ben, you said it yourself.
I built the Miramar Playa to be a casino.
The senator is a lush and a syphilitic old whoremonger, and I would wager that lying comes to him as naturally as breath, but for some reason-- Call it a gambler's instinct-- I don't think he's the one lying here.
I think you are.
Cigarette? The pari-mutuels own his ass.
They pay him more money than we ever could, and they always have.
He takes money from them, he takes your money from me, and then he votes his pocketbook.
We lose.
Well, then why give him my money? It's his committee.
I thought we had a shot, and I never thought he'd be crazy enough to take your money and then fucking lie about it.
If I had-- No! I gave you my money.
You! He says, they say, he says, you say Bullshit! You, Isaac.
You.
You took my money, and now you will give it back to me.
I don't have it.
Now! Go to-- go to our hotel and get it.
I just told you, Ben, I don't fu-- Get it! Isaac You and I have stared into the abyss together.
You know that I simply cannot allow this to go unpunished.
I can't.
People will die tonight.
That is a promise.
Please Be back with my money before then.
What's wrong? It's the middle of the night.
I need $100,000.
I need it right now.
- You are the only person on Earth that might-- - You're insane.
I am in trouble Real trouble, Meg.
Do you think I want to be here? What have you done? I will give you 10% 15% of my shares for $100,000.
Those shares are worth At least ten times as much.
I'm sorry, Ike, but this is not how we do business, - in the middle of the night, like two-- - "We"? "How we do business"? Do you know why your father finally agreed to sell me the Bannock property? He insisted that I sign away my children's inheritance.
What? And I did.
I did.
I signed away my children's future for the Miramar Playa.
Our kids inherited nothing from Molly.
That money all went back to the family, back to you.
Molly agreed to this? She She believed in me.
She believed in My dream.
I didn't know.
I need your help, and I am willing to pay you well for it.
Please.
Atlantis.
Yeah.
Yeah, hang on.
Hey, Al.
Yeah.
It's for you.
Thanks, kid.
So? What, are you sure? Okeydoke.
Keep the change.
Thanks.
It's your lucky day.
What the-- Get him dressed.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
All right? - All right, all right.
- Come on.
On three? Yeah? Let's go.
Yeah.
- One two three.
- One two three.
I told ya.
Pretty fucking close, though.
You're still the same girl you always were you're still the same girl you always were a few more nights on the street, that's all a few more holes in your a few more years with me that's all still the Same girl Why, Miss Silver, you've gone red.
That I love