Previously on "Magic City"...
- Come. - To Cuba?
Why not? The fight is on.
(Over headphones) Our fight.
If you really do not want this child...
I do.
(Ike) My signed contracts with the Cuban government.
I suggest we revisit this whole thing
Friday night after the vote.
Sy, I just want Ben gone.
(Ben) Where's sloat? The vote is in four days.
Grab his fat fucking ass of the senate floor
and get him on the phone with me now!
Fly up to Tallahassee?
You have someone in your office very close to you
who works for Ben Diamond.
Who is the mole?
If you'll excuse us,
me and Miss Silver have some business to discuss.
Danny, wait.
He wants you to work at Renee's whorehouse.
Will you?
Stevie, he loves you.
(Stevie) Ike wants to be a good man.
But he's playing at it.
The next time you come back here,
come back for me.
Not him.
You trust me, Ike?
What is this?
The end of Ben Diamond.
Open your fucking eyes.
(Gunshot)
Aah! Let's get out of here!
♪
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(Telephone ringing in distance)
(Indistinct conversations in distance)
(Sighs)
What are you doing here?
I'm looking for your boss.
Where's his office? (Door opens)
Excuse me.
Jack klein's office?
Down the hall and to the right.
Thank you.
(Door closes)
I'll see you soon.
Dad...
What the hell?
Thanks.
(Door opens)
Mr. Evans.
I assume you've come to turn yourself in.
What's this?
The key to the governor's mansion.
That is every illegal dollar
that Ben Diamond took in this year.
Every payoff, every bribe.
It is a detailed and accurate record
of Ben Diamond's empire,
right there in your fucking hands.
You get the diary...
But you drop this... Third-rate case
you've got against me and Sid Raskin.
I don't make deals.
(Sighs)
Fine.
I could simply take it and have you arrested for...
I don't know, hell, conspiracy.
Or as an accomplice to all of this.
True.
But then the "Miami Herald" and "News"
get their copies and you become the D.A.
Who reads about it the paper, like every other schmuck,
instead of the crusading D.A. That nailed Ben Diamond.
I want you to hold a news conference today.
I want this bomb dropped
before the gambling vote tomorrow.
I will never make a deal with you. Never.
Because that would mean I have become
what I have sworn to destroy.
I've become you.
No.
No, Mr. Evans, no.
I will arrest and convict
and execute Ben Diamond,
and I will do so standing on a pile of your bones.
You know, I have a daughter.
Lauren. She's 13 years old.
If something happened to her like...
The fact that your daughter, that...
Any girl would get hurt in my place...
I am... truly sorry, Jack.
(Sighs) (Door closes)
I'll see you at home.
Sweets...
Yeah?
How long did you date Nicky Grillo up in Tampa?
(Exhales)
Three months.
I see.
But... he got me out of there.
I really wasn't with him very long.
That's fine.
I assume that you shot him
because you thought that your liaison
would displease me.
In fact, I really couldn't give a shit.
Although the... the idea of you fucking that rodent
makes me a little, uh... queasy.
Well, he was threatening to tell you, so I had...
I understand.
Here.
How long have you known Sy?
Sy?
Sy.
Sy Berman.
I...
I think I met him when I met you.
Back at the... Zebra Lounge in Chicago.
You guys all used to come there.
(Page rustles)
What? I don't know Sy.
I might have taken him to his table a couple of times.
Jesus fuck, Ben.
Everyone in Chicago knows who Sy Berman is.
This would be a lie that I could not forgive,
my love.
This would be a lie
that could cause you great pain.
I'm not lying.
(Men speak indistinctly)
(Click)
(Door closes)
Nice.
Allan?
(Opens and flicks lighter)
(Closes lighter)
(Door closes)
(Sets down reel)
(Exhales)
All right, Pierce.
Make it quick. I don't have all fucking day.
Your friend Victor's in some deep shit.
(Dog barking in distance, man speaking indistinctly
- Vic. - Ike, go.
Go back to your hotel.
Vic, we need to talk.
No. We really don't.
It's about Tiburon.
By what fucking right do you come here?
By what right do you come here?
I saw your press conference.
You shook that murdering bitch's hand.
Did you thank her after for killing Maria?
Fuck you.
Vic, Pierce is CIA.
He bugged Tiburon's room.
He came to me to warn me that you are in trouble.
Vic, he said that Tiburon lied to you about Maria.
Vic.
She didn't die in his arms.
She was found in a fishing net
drifting at sea two days later.
(Footsteps receding)
(Birds calling)
Mercedes, you had my heart the moment I saw you.
The moment you smiled my way.
You don't know me...
Yes, I... I think I know you.
I'm not who you think I am.
- Who is that? - A good girl.
- A good Cuban girl. - Fine.
Tell me your worst secret, and I'll tell you mine, hmm?
You won't want me anymore.
You're pregnant.
I heard you being sick.
Twice. In the mornings.
First time at my radio station when I hired you...
(Sighs) And then at the Miramar Playa.
You want me to tell you my secret?
You are the first woman I've ever truly wanted.
I've never felt that...
What? Hunger, maybe?
Yeah, the hunger...
For a woman until...
Until I met you.
(Exhales)
Do you want this baby?
(Indistinct conversations)
Gentlemen, can we take this outside, please?
Sure thing.
Boy, I tell you, nothing sours a good day in paradise
like the sight of Miami's finest.
Sorry, boss. One of our guests
was found on the beach earlier this morning.
- Drowned? - No.
Shot in the head and welded into a 55-gallon oil drum.
Jesus Christ.
A guest?
Nicky Grillo. Tampa mobster.
(Vincent) Santos' number two.
With Santos still in Havana,
Nicky was probably running the show up there.
A made guy like that hit in Miami?
Haven't seen that down here in years.
Never met him. Never saw him.
Vincent, can we help?
I'm gonna take the guys up right now
to go through his room.
All right. Service entrance and elevator, okay?
Absolutely, boss.
Thank you, fellas.
This is a message sent by Ben Diamond,
and if you don't think for a second
that this isn't gonna start an outright mob war...
but to link his death
to the gambling bill without proof?
- I'll need a few weeks to dig into it. - We have a few hours.
If this story doesn't run by tomorrow afternoon,
the vote will pass tomorrow night,
and blood will run down Collins Avenue on Saturday.
I simply don't have the facts.
Sir,
we go to press at 11:00 A.M. tomorrow.
The papers are on the stands by 4:00 P.M.
There is no way I can do a news story
- in that amount of time. - What if it's an editorial?
Not a hard news piece.
Uh, an opinion.
Meg's opinion.
What if... Margaret Bannock
from the oldest and most powerful family in Miami Beach
wrote an outraged, fact-based
editorial on the Nicky Grillo gang murder,
the crime war that is looming over our heads,
and linked it to the gambling vote?
I could mention rumors of vote corruption,
of mob-bought state senators.
Why not?
One person... my opinion about this gambling bill.
Jim, would you run that tomorrow?
On the goddamn front page.
(Laughs)
This is your story, Ike. I can't...
we will write it together.
Okay.
(Indistinct conversations and laughter)
(Cuda) Mr. E. For you.
Oh. One moment. Thank you.
Hello?
Hey.
I'm gonna be stuck here for a little while, okay?
We've got to write an article for the newspaper tomorrow.
It's really important, Vee.
Fine. I understand.
I love you.
I love you more.
(Hangs up receiver)
♪
(Breathes sharply) I want that.
What you have.
No question.
No doubt.
You're a lucky woman.
Yes.
Lucky.
I love my husband.
I do.
(Exhales)
I love him, and I can't give him a baby.
Please... help me, Mercy.
Trust me.
Please.
I-I need to think.
___
(Sighs)
(Bell tolling in distance)
(Exhales softly)
Mm.
It's done.
Hand me my pen.
(Paper rustles)
(Sighs)
(Indistinct conversations)
The Senate Chaplain will now read the prayer.
(Man) Thank you, Mr. President.
Let us pray.
(Men) Our father, which art in heaven,
hallowed be Thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done
on earth as it is in heaven.
(Door opens) Can I speak with you, sir?
(Door closes)
Have a seat.
Obviously I know that you have my father connected to Ben Diamond.
It's not... personal, Danny. It's...
- Yeah, I know. - It's the law.
I know, but you once drove me to Ben Diamond's house
and asked me a question.
You asked me, what would I do to destroy that kind of evil?
You say you have proof that my father
is a crooked hotel man.
Hey, maybe he is, but he's not evil.
He's not why you're here, sir.
I saw your daughter that night. It was horrible.
I know why you hate my father.
He's a lot of things.
But it would be so wrong, such a loss,
if that night turned you om the real reason,
from your real mission here,
if it distracted you for one minute.
That's all.
Thank you for your time.
(Door closes)
(Sniffs) It's really beautiful.
Uh...
Mildred would be very, very proud.
So I'll see you tonight at Shabbat?
Depends.
You got me ringside?
(Both laugh)
Sy.
(Door closes) Not now, Moe.
It's important.
Excuse me, Rabbi.
What?
They just found Nicky G.
In an oil drum over on the 10th Street beach.
He was shot in the eye and somebody cut off his ear.
Oh, fuck.
Excuse me, Rabbi.
(Lowered voice) That fucking Benny.
(Normal voice) Get the car.
Rabbi.
Shalom. I'll... I'll see you tonight.
Thanks very much.
(Intercom buzzes)
(Florence) Jack Klein, on one.
Hello?
(Jack) You have your deal.
Give me the diary, and I will suspend my investigation
of you and your attorney.
Should I be able to verify the information you hand me,
I will drop all charges against you both.
You have my word.
Okay.
Thank you.
Thank your son.
(Woman) Don't be late.
Okay. (Chuckles)
(Indistinct conversations)
Stevie Evans, please.
Hey, Stevie.
Hey.
I'm kind of busy.
I can see that.
Can we talk?
Okay.
Talk.
Somewhere else?
We can talk out here.
(Clears throat)
You okay? (Door closes)
We should clear 10 grand tonight.
I mean you.
(Inhales)
I'm terrific.
You?
Listen to me.
Ben is going down.
Klein has him.
I know this to be a fact, all right?
And it's gonna happen soon.
Ben is gonna go to prison forever,
and I don't want you going with him.
Thank you...
You're my son, all right? I don't want...
for throwing me out of the Miramar.
It's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me.
- Stevie... - No!
You do not ever fuckin' touch me again.
Is that your dad?
What?
That handsome guy. He looks just like you.
(Stevie) No.
(Door closes)
This righteous bill
will earn more money for our fine state of Florida
in gambling taxes
than any and all other taxes
generated and collected in Florida
in this entire year's time!
(Man) Yes!
(Man) Hear! (Man) Yes!
(Applause continues)
Now... now...
I insist...
I insist out of respect to this august body
and our history of civil discourse
that we all engage in a long
and thorough debate on the matter...
And then wise up
and vote the goddamned thing into law!
(Cheering)
Thank you!
(Applause continues)
Mr. President.
The putz was dealing guns in my backyard.
(Clink)
Maybe, uh, he met, uh, an unsatisfied customer.
His ear was cut off.
Barbaric. (Sy mutters)
Let me ask you...
are you trying, like, extra hard
to make sure you get yourself killed?
'Cause my friends called,
and they asked for permission to talk to you.
I'm an open book.
And, Sy, you know, you should really get yourself one of these.
- You know, I got one at the... - The vote is taking place right now.
Uh...
As we speak. Yes.
And you are not concerned at all
about this "barbaric" act is gonna affect the vote?
I mean, we really don't need any more publicity.
You understand that, don't you, Ben?
The vote is ours.
Mm. Yeah.
I'll see you tonight after the vote.
And either way,
you make sure you look for me, okay?
Okay.
(Chuckles)
Okay.
Good-bye.
Cyrus! Uh, don't forget the tux tonight.
(Cyrus) Yeah.
(Door closes)
If that vote fails,
I want that piece of shit floating with Nicky.
- You got it. - Get in.
The end of Ben Diamond.
(Chuckles)
We got him.
You got him, sir.
It'll be our job
to study and faithfully follow every lead.
We will validate each and every fact included in it.
And we will carefully and methodically
build an airtight case
in which to suffocate the butcher.
Be right back.
I'll get the files. This is fucking amazing.
Okay. First thing we need to do is have this diary transcribed.
Povoni, Norheim, Gateau, I want you guys on that. (Dialing)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Coin rattles)
(Dialing)
(Line rings)
(Ring)
Diamond residence.
Bel, it's me.
Dougie, my boy. Vee geyts?
Dougalah?
(Clicks)
Dougie?
(Receiver hangs up)
Mr. President, I believe this is my last colleague
who has requested to speak on this matter. (Men murmuring)
Uh...
Mr. President, I call for a yea or nay roll call vote
on this bill now.
(Gavel bangs) Order, please!
The esteemed Senator from Pinellas county
has requested a roll call vote
for S.B. 642. Do I hear a second?
(Murmuring)
Drew!
(Whispers) Drew.
I second.
We have a second to the motion.
I will now call the roll.
The bill must be agreed to by a two-thirds vote of the senate.
(Lowered voice) What the hell is going on here?
Senator. Some guys in the lobby are handing out free newspapers.
Give me this.
Christ in high heels.
(Murmuring continues)
(Belvin) Benny.
Sy's on the phone.
Of course he is.
Take a message.
(President) Adams.
Nay.
Blair.
Nay.
Boyd.
Nay.
Brackin.
Nay.
Branch.
Nay!
Bronson.
Nay.
Carlton.
Nay.
- Carraway. - Nay.
(Reporters) Senator sloat! Senator Sloat!
(Man) Senator Sloat! Right here! Over here! (Shutters clicking, flash bulbs popping)
(Reporters shouting at once)
(Clicking, popping)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Laughs) Hey.
Meg the rabbi sure can write.
"He who speaketh the truth..."
Get over here.
Mm.
(Kisses)
(Click)
___
(Waves lapping)
You built something here, kid.
Yeah. I know.
Mm. (Opens and flicks lighter)
You know, I, uh...
I used to come down here in the '20s and '30s.
They had some nice joints.
Uh, The Fleetwood, Roney's.
But nothing like this place.
Yeah, we met back then.
Yeah?
I'm Arthur Evans' son.
Uh, I-I met a lot of guys.
He ran a small sports book down on Alton. Artie's.
Back before the S&G syndicate.
Ah. Good days.
I suppose they were for you.
You shut him down.
Did I?
Yeah.
I was there. I saw it.
You came in, slapped him around,
threw him out of his own place, a place he built.
I see.
Tell you what.
I, uh, I don't think you really like the way,
uh, this touching story of yours plays out.
I want my hotel back.
Gambling is dead.
For now.
It's dead.
This place... it means nothing to you
and it means everything to me.
And as a going away gift,
I am giving you Havana back.
Dad still alive?
Yeah.
Good. That's good. He should be very, very proud.
I'll tell you what I will do.
I'll have our lawyer draw up the papers, legally,
selling you back the 49% that we own.
On paper, it's yours. Legit.
You pay back the money you borrowed to build,
10 million, um, give or take,
plus a little vig for my troubles...
And... this, uh, palace, it's yours.
But... see,
I still am gonna take 40%
of every dollar that comes in this place.
And then I will, uh, accept your, uh, gift
of the hotels and casinos in Havana.
- Sy, I want you... - No, no.
It's not about you.
This is not about you anymore.
You will have to fucking kill me.
I will kill you.
And not before I kill every member
of your "Life" magazine family right in front of your eyes.
Really. I, uh... I do that kind of thing.
Where do you think Ben learned it?
What's that?
Read it.
October 21st, 1958.
One day. One ledger entry.
I have the entire fucking year.
Every dollar you ever sent Ben Diamond,
every dollar he ever sent you,
where the money was laundered,
who was paid off.
I've got names. I've got dates.
It is enough to put you
and that fucking pie of shit away
for the rest of your lives.
Listen, you little...
I go, I disappear,
your business is on the D.A.'s desk
and on the front page
of every fucking newspaper in the world tomorrow.
Who gave you this? Who gave you this?
Who gives a shit?
It's real, and you know it.
You keep that.
You read it to Fat Moe before you go to sleep tonight.
And then you take Havana
and the millions you lost back like we agreed,
you step away from my hotel like we agreed.
Or you can do what Ben Diamond would do.
You can be stupid.
You can kill me.
But...
You will lose hundreds of millions of dollars,
and I promise you this, Sy...
You will die
the oldest fucking Jew in Raiford Penitentiary.
I will tell my father you say hello.
I was gonna do that myself.
And you decide, Ike.
Before I change my mind.
Go on. Get the fuck out.
(Door closes)
Get the Goffsteins up here right away.
(Chuckles) Hmm.
(Snorting)
(Jazz playing)
(Man) ♪ I'm not much to look at ♪ (Lily) Ben?
♪ Nothing to see ♪
♪ just glad I'm livin', I'm lucky to be ♪
(Sniffles)
♪ I got a woman crazy for me ♪
♪ she's funny that way ♪
Are you ready to go?
Um...
Uh, no. I've... I've got some work to do.
Uh, you run along. Go without me.
Alone? I don't want to go without you.
Nonsense. Uh, we must keep up appearances.
Uh, tell them that, uh, my gout is flaring up.
(Laughs)
I'd rather not.
I insist.
♪ But why should I leave her? Why should I go? ♪
(Sniffs)
Oh, and, uh... (Sniffs) Uh, bring Stevie.
♪ She's funny that way ♪
Really?
I-I... I thought you didn't want that anymore.
Love is strange. Hmm.
Uh, Chick will take you. Uh, watch over you at the party.
Make sure that you don't behave like a fucking whore.
He'll escort you back, uh, safely.
And I'll be waiting for you.
Upstairs. Both of you. (Laughs)
(Sniffs)
(Sniffles)
Now go.
Go. (Sniffles)
♪
Ahh...
(Vera) She will be your equal partner.
Meg will own half of our world.
She will have you. Ike. Please.
Have me?
That's insane.
You don't know women. It's the truth.
All right, look, I owe Sy Berman $10 million.
I owe the mob... $10 million.
Now if Meg can come in with me,
I can use her money to pay Sy back.
And then I'll pay her loan back monthly.
Look, I would much rather owe Meg Bannock money
than the Chicago outfit.
It's just business.
Not to her, Ike.
If I asked you not to go to her,
if I told you it would... It would hurt me?
I would say that we, you and I...
Have to be stronger than that.
We have to be, and we are. I know that.
It is right here, Vee.
It is right in front of me.
I will be right back.
I love you.
(Indistinct conversations)
Gracias.
Cuidado. Oye, hermano.
Pasa. Pasa. Pasa.
Hermano. Aquí estamos. (Laughs)
Pasa. Pasa. Pasa.
Adelante. Adelante.
- Oye. Gigante. ¿Cómo estás? - Tan fuerte.
(Laughs)
Muy bien, muy bien, señor.
I need to hear the story.
(Speaks indistinctly)
One more time.
Before we go. Please.
The story?
About how you held Maria.
(Sighs)
- Please. - Come on.
Humor me. Please.
Victor, we are seconds away from going.
Humor me.
Come on.
(Rips)
Carajo!
Estás loco!
You heal fast.
Like a fucking saint.
Tu... mira este hombre.
- ¿Que te pasa? - Tell me the story one more time...
- Mira. Oye. Oye. - How my wife died in your arms.
- Tell me the story one more time. - He's crazy with fear!
Tell me the fucking story!
'Cause I heard another fucking story.
You're a fucking coward!
I heard another story, okay?
How my wife was found at sea by fishermen.
Floated for two days.
So I say, now, why?
(Voice breaking) Why would he fucking lie?
And I look around, and I see you got everybody on a boat,
any motherfucker who could kill Fidel on a boat,
and you will deliver them to the malecón!
What a gift! What a fucking gift for him!
Tell me the fucking... (Gunshot)
(Groaning)
(Splashes)
(Splashing)
(Gasps) (Breathing heavily)
(Heavy breathing continues)
(Engine idling)
♪
He's gone crazy. This vote.
- He... - Shh. Calm. Calm.
He knows.
That's why he sent Chick.
- Knows what? - He knows about us.
What? No. I burned those pictures.
Another copy.
I fucking saw them. He shoved them in my face.
Stevie, he's known for months.
Months?
He was gonna kill us. Both of us.
Then and there.
Why didn't he?
Your husband, The Butcher,
found out I was fucking his wife,
and he makes me his partner?
Why doesn't he kill us?
He will kill us both. Now. Tonight.
(Door closes)
(Engine starts)
(Fountain trickling) You...
Saved my life once.
- Oh, please. I just... - No.
I mean it. You did.
This...
This is different.
I understand.
You invest up front,
and I will pay you back with interest
every month from our profits until you recouped every penny.
What if I want to invest now...
And remain your partner?
That would be your choice.
Well, I'm just warning you,
I'm not moving into the hotel with the rest of you.
(Laughs) Well, I... I don't blame you.
I'll be a good partner.
I know you.
Hmm.
No, Ike.
You really don't know me at all.
I'll have Bryce call your lawyer in the morning.
Good night, partner.
Good night, Meg.
He got away?
- For now. We have men... - He's going for Judi Silver. He's gonna kill her.
She's the only one who knew he worked for Ben.
Look, she trusted me. If anything happens...
- Do you know where she is? - Yes.
- Get your men there. Now. - Come on.
Do you need some help?
I'm looking for a blonde.
- Oh. - Platinum blonde.
I'm looking for a Marilyn Monroe type.
Oh, have I got the girl for you.
Come along.
(Car doors open and close)
(Speaking Hebrew)
(Rabbi continues speaking Hebrew)
(Exhales)
Ben, you son of a bitch.
You're fucking dead.
(Starts engine)
(Sniffs)
(Gasping softly)
(Heavy breathing)
(Gunshots continue)
(Dogs barking in distance) (Gasps)
Oh, Stevie.
(Dogs barking in distance)
(Heavy breathing)
(Breathing unevenly)
(Gun cocks)
I forgive you.
(Clicks)
(Coughing)
(Lee in distance) Missus! Missus! Are you all right?!
(Continues coughing)
(Lily) Stevie, go.
(Continues coughing)
(Raspy breathing)
(Gasps)
(Vehicle approaches)
(Tires screech)
Get comfortable, sweetie.
I'm just looking for the right...
(squish) (Gasps)
(Grunts) (Blade swooshes)
(Gasping)
(Grunts) (Shrieks)
(Women screaming, men shouting indistinctly)
- Judi Silver. Blonde. - Upstairs.
Check down there.
(Screaming, indistinct shouting continue)
(Whispering) Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. (Gasps)
It's okay. I've got you. I've got you.
(Panting)
Hey. Judi. Judi. Judi, look at me.
Look at me. Hey. Hey. Hey! Judi!
Judi. Fuck. Ethan!
(Ethan) Oh, God. I'll... I'll call an ambulance.
(Telephone rings)
(Ring)
(Picks up receiver) Hello? Hello?
Mrs. Evans.
Yes? Who's this?
It's Antonio Rivas.
A friend of Mercedes Lazaro.
I'm sorry for the call at such a late hour.
What is it? Is something wrong?
Mercedes asked me to tell you...
She... wanted you to know that she's well, but...
There was a miscarriage.
She lost the baby.
Is Mercy okay?
Yes. She's sleeping now, but she's fine.
Thank you. Thank you.
(Line clicks)
(Hangs up receiver)
(Brakes squeal)
(Turns off engine)
- What's going on? - I'm leaving.
What do you mean, you're leaving?
Home. This place. You.
Danny.
I can't stay here another fucking second.
'Cause if I do, I'm afraid I'll become like you.
What? Successful?
A good husband? Father?
You must be very proud, Pop.
Where's Stevie? Where the fuck's Stevie?
Running Ben Diamond's whorehouse? Well done.
I'm getting as far away from you as I fucking can.
You know, Lauren's fine. She's tied here.
But wait till she figures out who the fuck you are.
You gonna hit me? Fucking hit me.
Tell me I'm wrong.
(Crying)
Tell me you don't live with fucking mobsters
and whores and murderers.
Tell... tell me you don't swim in the sewer with that shit.
That is what I do. Not who I am.
I do it to protect you. Protect you from all this.
I do it because I love you, Danny.
Don't.
Don't love me.
Judi said that you were a hero for killing Jimmy.
For saving her life.
Maybe.
Maybe you had no choice that night,
but what about tonight? What about every other night?
That is you. That's not me.
This is your fucking life. It's not mine.
I'm saving myself from you.
Danny.
(Car door closes, engine starts)
("No use crying" by Ray Charles playing)
♪ A tear fell ♪
♪ this morning ♪ (Vehicle approaching)
(Magazine clicks)
♪ As I thought ♪ (Gun cocks)
♪ Of the good old days I've had ♪
♪ somebody tell me ♪
♪ I've got to know, is this the end? ♪
♪ 'Cause I've lost everything ♪
♪ I have no friends ♪
♪ but it's no use crying, now, now ♪
Survive.
Oh, and you will survive.
You're just too bad to die.
You will survive, and then...
Then I will convict you.
♪ When I was young ♪
And you will burn in the electric chair.
Oh, I've got you, Ben.
I've got you dead to rights.
♪ I would not be in this shape today ♪
♪ somebody please tell me ♪
♪ I've got to know, is this the end? ♪
♪ 'Cause I've lost everything ♪
♪ I have no friends ♪
♪ I'm trying to tell you it's no use crying, now, now ♪
♪
♪ No use crying ♪
♪ no use crying ♪
(Seagull crying)
♪
♪ It's here today ♪
♪ tomorrow it's gone away ♪
♪ and then you've lost everything ♪
♪ and you have no friends ♪
♪ but it's no use crying, now, now ♪
♪
♪ No use crying ♪
♪ no use crying ♪
♪
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(Man) ♪ all right ♪
♪
♪ Goin' back to Miami ♪
♪ goin' back to Miami ♪
♪ I'm goin' back to my girl ♪
♪ goin' back to my girl ♪
♪ I said I'm goin' back to Miami ♪
♪ goin' back to Miami ♪
♪ goin' back to my girl ♪
♪ all aboard the night train for Miami, Florida ♪
♪ aw ♪
♪ I gotta get back to my baby ♪
♪ and take her in my arms again... ha! ♪
♪ I gotta get back to my baby ♪
♪ I ain't seen her since I don't know when ♪
♪ I gotta get back down to Florida ♪
♪ and lay out in the morning sun... ha! ♪
♪ I gotta get back to Miami ♪
♪ and have a whole lot of fun ♪
♪ 'cause there ain't nobody in the whole world ♪
♪ can boogaloo like me and my girl ♪
♪ so I'm goin' back to Miami ♪
♪ I said I gotta get back down to Miami, Florida ♪
♪ all aboard the night train ♪
♪ the night train to Miami ♪