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.
Uh, no. Uh, I'm a law student.
You?
There you are.
Daughter.
That was an illegal weapons shipment.
(Crying) 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. You traded up.
You're goddamn right, I am.
I married Ben Diamond.
I am The Butcher's wife.
(Nicky) I lost 4 guys and 50 grand worth of merch.
- You knew nothing? - Nada.
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.
♪
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(seagulls chirping)
(Men speaking Spanish indistinctly)
Vincent here and his men
will take you each separately to a bolita house.
You will place a bet on one-eight-five--
uno-ocho-cinco.
- ¿Si? - One-eight-five.
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 3 G's 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.
(Seagulls chirping)
You get caught...
you die.
¿Comprende?
One question.
Where can I get a good cafe con leche around here?
(Men chuckle) Come with me.
(R.L. Burnside's "Rollin' And Tumblin'" playing)
Boss.
Call me at 1:00.
♪
(Both giggle)
Look at this.
(Singsongy) - Hi, Stevie! (Woman) - Hello, doll.
(Woman, singsongy) Hi.
Oh, I love it!
♪ The engine blows the whistle ♪ (Engine starts)
♪ The fireman, he ringing the bell ♪
(Man) I'll get that for you, sir.
Hi. Let's do it.
♪
(Man) Okay, let's get a good smile. (Flash bulb pops)
♪ The engine blows the whistle ♪
♪ the fireman, he ringing the bell ♪
(Man) Beautiful.
♪
(Indistinct conversations)
Good. Good. Good.
Excuse me, sir. Would you like to check in?
I believe I just did, son.
Ha! (Laughs)
Follow me.
Ladies, this way.
Welcome to the Miramar Playa.
(Cheering)
♪
(Man) Those are some ladies.
(Men hooting)
(Man) Whoa! Look at the ladies.
Ha ha! We're partying tonight.
I will kill him.
We are completely booked, sweetheart.
Like he said. In July.
With my bare fucking hands.
(Sighs)
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."
(Sighs) Perfect.
Christ.
What?
(Indistinct conversations, laughter in distance)
Look, you go upstairs,
and I will be up there before the movie, okay?
Okay.
(Telephone ringing in distance)
(Speaking inaudibly)
I would like to buy one-eight-five
for today's number.
Okay, my friend.
For how much?
$3,000.
That's a lot of scratch, man.
I'm gonna have to get some 'zecutive approval here.
(Knock on door)
$3,000?
Yes.
$3,000. (Clatters on table)
Where'd a skinny greaser like you
get that type of money?
I sold my store.
What you sell in it?
Cash?
(Laughter)
Shoe repair, my friend. Shoe repair.
My madre mia, she die,
and she, uh... (Chuckles) 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 told your wife about this crazy shit?
'Cause tonight when y'all livin' up in The Glades,
she gon' be up in your ass, amigo.
Maurice, take the money.
One-eight-five it is, Cisco.
Thank you, sir.
(Rustling)
(Man) $200.
(Radio playing indistinctly)
- Bye, Suze. - Bye. Love you.
I love you, too. I'll see you at my office...
(Door opens) This afternoon.
(Door closes)
Do you know a woman named Theresa Suarez?
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 the 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.
Aw.
The gambling bill comes to a special session next month.
Big night for me and you.
(Frame thuds on desk)
(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.
Why 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 "Stampede")
(Man) ♪ 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)
(Clicking)
♪
_
Hey, man, it's cool.
No, man. It ain't fucking cool.
(Spanish) Hey, don't you push me away, please.
♪
(Giggles)
♪ 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 meddle ♪ (Shouts indistinctly)
Not good. This is not good.
(Glass shatters) (Woman) Aah!
(Shouting and cheering)
♪ Well, they snatched her off the floor ♪
Watch out. Watch out! Watch out. Move.
♪
How old are you?
22.
Me, too.
Surprised?
No.
Liar.
I don't lie.
Hmm. You must be adopted.
In my extensive experience,
the Evans men are born liars.
My father lie about killing Jimmy Shoes?
Brandy up.
Do you like being 22?
Probably fun, huh?
Do I look young to you?
Yes.
(Sighs)
And...
And?
Pretty.
Pretty?
Really?
Very.
What about me is pretty?
(Huffs)
Please?
Your skin is beautiful.
Your hair.
Anything else?
Everything else.
And you never lie?
(Chuckles)
I never lie.
♪ As long as you agree ♪
♪ to stay ♪
(Exhales)
Your father saved my life.
So he killed him--
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.
...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--
It's too late.
Too late for what?
Uh, for you.
Uh, 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 you won't be wearing your intestines as a necklace.
Now...
get out of my fucking sight!
A good day to you, sir.
And a 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 26th,
some big fucking anniversary for Castro.
Guess all the Miami spics are bettin' 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. (Laughs) (Chuckles)
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.
(Chuckles)
(Ike) 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 a 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.
Hear, hear.
(Bo Diddley's "You Can't Judge A Book By Its Cover" playing)
♪ You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree ♪
♪ You can't judge honey by looking at the bee ♪ (Flash bulb pops)
♪ You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother ♪
- ♪ You can't judge a book ♪ - Yeah. (Laughs) Absolutely. Let's do it.
♪ by looking at the cover, oh, can't you see? ♪
♪ Oh, you misjudge me ♪ (Flash bulb pops)
♪ I look like a farmer ♪
♪ but I'm a lover ♪
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.
(Laughs)
Now unless I'm losing my touch,
I'm guessing there's a demo in there?
Uh... a demo?
A sample of your music.
Right. (Laughs)
Um, 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's your favorite singer?
That's easy. Peggy Lee.
Oh. Capitol Records' own sweetheart.
And personal friend of mine.
"Ira Styne, East Coast Junior VP,
Radio Promotions, Geneva Records"?
Listen, I've got a panel,
"Swingin' In The Smaller Markets,"
in about five minutes.
Now Peggy Lee-- she's singing at the Atlantis
for a lunch thing. Come by. 1:00.
(Gasps) 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.
(Laughs)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪
♪ You can't judge a fish by looking in the pond ♪
(Elevator bell dings)
♪ You can't judge right from looking at the wrong ♪
♪ You can't judge one ♪
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.
Uh... here.
Oh.
I don't need the light. Not for here.
(Thunder rumbling, rain falling)
(Glass clinks)
(Indistinct conversations)
Mercy.
Ray-Ray said that you were here.
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.
(Sighs)
I'm pregnant. (Exhales)
I'm sick every morning.
I'm... different.
I can feel it, you know?
No, I... I don't know that feeling.
I'm sorry.
Just once.
Once. One time.
My first and my only.
It's crazy, right?
It's like God's will or something.
(Exhales deeply)
Danny?
(Crying)
(Sniffles) Does Danny know?
(Exhales)
Do you want the baby?
(Crying)
(Sniffles)
(Sobbing)
(Turns engine off)
(Exhales)
(Sighs) Shit.
I shouldn't have told you about Ike.
- I pushed you. - Nah.
The brandy.
(Chuckles)
Tired of the secrets, you know?
Your eyes.
Blue eyes usually scare me.
They're mean, usually,
but yours are... different.
True blue.
(Inhales and exhales)
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...
(Whispers) 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--
(Telephone rings)
(Ring)
(Receiver picks up)
Yeah?
(Vincent) Just checking in. We're good here.
All right. Good.
Vic.
I'm gonna call around,
make sure the rest of the guys are cool.
Good luck.
Tell that to Ben.
(Hangs up receiver)
Look, I will give you until Friday,
and then I want him gone.
Vic, they are on to you now.
(Sighs) 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, magnificent thing that it is,
is just a fucking hotel.
In the end, it's just a building.
(Frankie Avalon's "Dede Dinah" playing)
♪ I love my Dinah ♪
♪ Dede Dinah ♪
♪ I love my Dinah ♪
♪ Dede Dinah ♪
♪ there ain't no gal that is fin-ah ♪
♪ than my rockin', rollin' Dinah ♪
Hey! Susie!
♪ Dede Dinah ♪
♪ I 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'll gonna come down any minute now.
I told her that you're Peggy Lee junior.
She loved your tunes.
Peggy Lee heard my demo?
Heard it? She worships it.
Let me get two Cuba Libres.
Just keep them coming, my friend.
You're gonna love this. It's Coke and lime,
except, you know-- Cuban style. (Laughs)
♪ There's no girl I know can beat her ♪
♪ when it comes to being sweeter ♪
♪ than my Dinah ♪
♪ Dede Dinah ♪
♪
If you don't want to see "Anne Frank," just tell me.
- I can just-- - 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.
(Gasps) My mom's gonna do our makeup!
(Girls squealing and laughing)
(Whispers) It's a good day.
Okay. Good.
(Switch clicks)
(Man on radio, Spanish) ...the National Cuban Lottery...
_
(Balls rattling)
(Balls clinks)
_ (Men murmuring in Spanish)
(Rattling)
_
(Balls rattling)
(Rattling continues)
(Ball clinks)
_
(Ball rattling)
(Speaks indistinctly)
_
(Spanish) Five. Number five.
(Spanish) And the last white ball is... number 29.
(Clicks off)
♪
(Telephones ringing) 200 fuckin' thousand?
Fat Tony.
Yeah, Fat Tony, what?
(Ringing continues) No. No!
And you fuckin' paid it?!
200--
Jacob, do not fuckin' tell me-- (Ringing continues)
Jesus motherfuckin' Christ!
Hey, any time your mama's ghost wanna come visit me...
(Dogs barking in distance)
(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.
Nine blessed, raggedy-ass motherfuckers
just like you. (Chuckles)
I know the Bible.
I'm a scholar of that shit.
Genesis.
Exodus.
Leviticus.
Deuteromony.
Numbers.
Funny thing about God--
God is good...
until he ain't.
(Grunting)
(Gun fires)
(Grunts) 2 million fucking dollars?!
(Clatter) Goddamn!
(Telephone rings)
(Picks up receiver)
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, you think that's a good idea?
Maybe you should just--
(Hangs up receiver)
(Telephone ringing in distance)
(The Accents' "Wiggle Wiggle" playing)
(Sighs) We're in rock 'n' roll heaven, babe.
Here.
What is it?
That is a Red Dillie.
It is gonna make you sing like Lady Day.
♪
There you go. Yeah.
- Ugh. - That was a good one.
(Indistinct conversations)
(Man) Oh! Down there! (Woman squeals)
(Man) Place your bets!
In this corner, wearing the white tube socks,
weighing in at 212 pounds from De Lido Records,
Jumpin' Johnny Tuchman!
(Cheering)
And our challenger from Helio Records,
and looking like something I just blew out of my nose,
Battlin' Bobby Luntz!
(Men chanting) Bobby! Bobby!
Welcome, ladies and gents,
to the first Annual Cardozo Records
Cunnilingus Competition. (Men hooting)
Which challenger can get one of our lovely ladies
to come first using only his tongue?
(Cheering, laughter)
(The accents) ♪ fine clothes and everything ♪
♪ you can put a wiggle in a shimmy sack ♪
♪ and really make the people scream ♪
♪ now listen to me, little girl ♪ (Moaning)
♪ You're as cute as cute can be ♪
♪ forget about your beauty, girl ♪
♪ just wiggle wiggle wiggle for me ♪
(Cheering and hooting)
♪ Doo doo doo-wop-wop ♪
♪ doo doo-doo, doo doo doo-wop-wop ♪
♪ doo doo-wop-wop, a-doo-doo ♪
♪ doo doo-doo, doo doo doo-wop-wop ♪
(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, a, 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?
(Sunglasses clatter)
(Gasps)
Where are you going?
To Lincoln Road. Saks is having a sale--
Fuck Saks.
I have a slight business issue.
I'd prefer if you stayed at home, here, with me.
Okay.
Sure.
A show of marital support.
(Closes car door)
Good girl.
All right!
Good one.
All right, they come out, you grab our guy,
I'll pull over, toss him in, we're gone.
Smash-and-grab.
(Door closes, engine starts)
(Children shouting playfully)
(Engine revs)
(Tires screech)
(Grunts) (Shell casing clatters)
(Tires peal)
(Shell casing clatters)
(Tires peal)
(Glass shatters) Ohh!
(Shell casing clatters, tires screeching)
Shit!
(Dog barking)
(Screaming)
Aah! (Dog continues barking)
(Clatter, barking continues)
(Gun cocks)
Get out of here! Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!
(Glass shatters)
Fuck me.
Motherfuckers.
- Hey, come on. Get back. Get back. (Danny) - Stevie! Pull the plug.
Dad walks in now, you are fucked.
Get the fuck outta here. I can handle this.
_
(Spanish) They're raping a girl upstairs, in room 907.
Come on. Come on.
(Spanish) Let's go, let's go.
(Woman screams)
(Shouting and screaming)
(Grunts)
Stop!
Stop right the fuck now!
(Music stops)
(Murmuring)
(Moaning)
(Thuds)
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Oh, fuck.
- Get an ambulance! - Okay.
- Get a fucking ambulance! (Man) - Okay, okay!
(Whispering) Oh, God.
Oh, God. Okay.
(Blowing air)
(Gasps)
(Coughs, spits) Come on. Come on.
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
You're okay. You're okay. (Breathing deeply)
Is she all right?
I fucking hope so.
Stevie, she's Jack Klein's daughter.
(Susie gasping)
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
Thank you, Mr. Butterball.
Yes. I appreciate all your help.
Uh, good-bye.
(Hangs up receiver)
He's gone.
Who?
The spic that stole my $2 million.
He's gone.
(Clicking)
Somebody snatched him. A pro.
Ben. Benny. Hey, Benny--
I wanted him.
- Think, Ben. - And he's gone.
Think, okay? Not me. Not me.
I wanted him!
(Objects clatter)
Not me. Not me, Benny.
Who? Who? Who?
Who? Who? What are you, a fuckin' owl?
Look, the Cubans who-- 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.
(Inhales deeply)
(Thud)
(Grunts) (Thuds)
(Clatter)
(Water splashes)
(Indistinct conversations)
We fuck those gangsters, huh?
(Chuckles) Yes, we did. Yes, we did.
(Groans) All right.
(Seagulls chirping)
- Jesus Christ, Vincent. - Yeah.
That shvug hit me in the ass.
(Clicks lighter closed)
You lost some some blood.
(Strained voice) Yeah. Bird shot.
Dr. Bobby's seen worse. Just get me home.
How fuckin' embarrassing.
(Engine revs)
(Tires screeching)
Mr. Klein, Mrs. Klein...
I just wanted to say that I'm--
They pumped her stomach.
You know, cleaned her up. (Inhales deeply)
We, uh...
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, uh... no.
What happened, Danny?
I'm not sure. I... I wasn't, you know, I--
Tell me what you are sure of.
What did you see?
(Voice breaking) What did they do to my little girl?
(Inhales and exhales deeply)
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.
(Man) Aah! No, no!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
My darling... (Gasps)
Uh, would you care to join me in the study?
Our guest requested you.
Our guest?
Please.
I'll be just a minute.
Oh, lovely.
(Ben) Ah. Sweetheart. Uh, come in.
♪
A little closer.
Come and say hello.
You remember Mr. Grillo?
(Gasps)
Uh, somehow, in the middle of our chat,
he asked for... for you.
Our friend in Cuba, Santo,
and his pup Nicky over here...
got Fidel to fix the lottery.
(Ice cubes clink)
They came to Miami
and bet rigged the numbers...
and took millions--
$2 million--
from me.
From me!
Now you're a lucky man,
because I have, uh,
remarkably steady hands. (Groaning)
You see? Unusually steady hands. (Breathing heavily)
I would have been a glorious surgeon,
had the educational opportunities been afforded me.
I can, with one single cut... (Whimpers)
remove a man's entire face.
Truly.
In one entire piece.
(Chuckles) Like a Halloween mask.
(Inhales sharply)
Ask your fucking whore.
She...
She... fuck...
She's always looking.
Ah. My whore?
Are you referring to my bride?
That bitch. Always working.
Ask her about it.
Can I go? I-I don't need to watch this.
I...
(Gasps) Ask her about how--
Fuck...
Not me!
Not Santo!
Her.
I'm confused.
Are you saying that my wife
rigged the Cuban National Lottery?
(Laughing)
Huh?
(Continues laughing)
(Gasps) I'm saying...
Yes?
God, you're a fucking asshole.
(Laughs)
(Gasps)
(Laughing)
The fuckin' Butcher.
How 'bout The fuckin' Dumbass?
Open your fuckin' eyes.
(Gunshot)
(Ben) Well...
Enough, okay?
- That is enough. - 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?
(Gasps)
It was... the sight of him.
What he was saying about you.
Huh.
You'd better go.
Uh, sweets?
Had you met Nicky before?
I met him at your Seder.
And that was the first time?
Yeah.
Thank God.
Sleep tight.
(Exhales)
(Ice cubes rattle)
(Engine turns off)
What happened?
What did Stevie say?
(Car door closes)
Nothing. Vic told me an ambulance came by here,
picked up a girl, and took her to Miami General,
and that you were 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.
Goddamn 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!
You fuckin' idiot! (Grunts)
- What have you fucking done!? - Fuck you!
- Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me! - I made you money!
So you don't have to beg your fucking sister-in-law anymore!
You fucking ingrate.
I didn't want this, goddamn it!
I didn't want this fucking disaster!
I told you. I fucking begged you.
You aren't ready! Not even fucking close!
You... are a fucking bartender!
A goddamned fucking bartender until I say fucking different!
Oh, till you say?! Really?!
Fuck you!
How 'bout I say?
Right now! I say!
Get the fuck out of my way.
Where you gonna go, boy?!
Where the fuck are you gonna go now?!
(Glass shatters)
[The Everly Brothers' "Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)" Playing]
Sync and corrections by n17t01 www.addic7ed.com
♪ 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 ♪
♪ done moved on ♪
♪ 'cause 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 ♪
♪ done moved on ♪