Magic City

Previously on Magic City...

So we got a right-handed spider monkey

that can climb a 15-story building

and jump out the window.

Maybe he's somebody we know, knows the hotel.

- What's your monthly nut over there? - $65,000.

A month?

Those holy rollers in Tallahassee never gonna vote.

100 grand. Work that Evans charm.

I want you to buy out my partner.

You want me...

You would own 49% of the Miramar Playa.

Maybe I should sleep downstairs tonight.

Would you like that?

Call Myrnna. Tell her to take Jude's 6:00, huh?

I'd definitely lose the wig.

It's the bitch's trademark.

Judi Silver?

That's me, handsome.

Aah!

You killed the wrong girl last night.

That's why God made extra bullets.

Aah! What are you doing?!

Honey?

It's okay. Go back to sleep.

Anything wrong?

Nothing.

I'll be right back.

It's me!

Oh, God.

- You're okay? - Dad?

Dad...

Have you seen Judi Silver?

What? No. No. What is this?

Where is she?

Uh... right now?

No, next shavuos. Yes, now, Stevie.

- Um, it's... - Thursday.

Thursday. Uh, right.

She's--I think she had a date. A late-- a late date.

- Here in the hotel? - The-- the cabanas.

Uh, cabana 6.

- Okay. - Dad, what the hell's going on?

You go back to bed. I love you.

I love you, too, but...

Go back to sleep.

My dad.

You didn't invite him in.

Funny.

I like Ike.

Great.

What, I'm not the kind of girl you bring home to daddy?

Oh, you know, he's old-fashioned...

You having a husband and all.

Hey. Lily.

What?

It's late. He's not gonna stay out on his boat till dawn.

Hey.

Are you scared?

Sometimes.

Aren't you?

All the time.

Do you want to stop?

We could...

We could just walk away.

It's not too late.

It isn't?

See? It's magic.

You just have to be... Patient.

- Friend of yours? - What?

You know this asshole?

No. No, he's not bad-looking, though.

Fucking faggot.

So what are you gonna do with these two?

Uh...

What are you gonna do with these two?

- Jesus Christ! - - Calm down.

- Judy, it's Ike! - Jesus!

Donald!

Ike, I'm kind of, you know, in the middle of something?

I'm sorry. I need to talk to you. Now.

He needs to what?

Donald, shut the fuck up.

Be right out.

Stay.

Shriners.

We gotta talk.

Oh. Should I get my cuffs?

Have a seat.

I want you to listen to me.

All right? I want you to hear what I'm gonna say to you.

You know they killed Myrnna

because they thought she was you.

Who did?

That doesn't matter.

It does to me.

She took your date.

She was wearing a platinum wig.

She got shot twice in the face.

You're next. And soon.

Judi...

This is the truth.

You have to get out of town.

Leave Miami now. Tonight.

Why would anyone want me dead?

Ike?

They must think that you saw something...

But I didn't.

They obviously don't care.

"They"?

You set me up with Mike.

You put me in that hotel room.

Who killed Mike?

I don't know.

Well, I do know who killed Myrnna.

Some freak. Some... Some, I don't know,

religious nut who hates old hookers in shitty wigs.

And that leaves me out.

I'll be fine, Ike.

No, you won't be.

You warned me.

Your conscience is clear.

I'm a big girl.

I like my chances.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I gotta untie a shriner.

We're still digging out from the Pageant.

Maybe financially, but the press was coast to coast.

Financially is the fucking point, Solly.

Vic's right. Nobody paid. Our month was a car wreck.

We comped CBS, the girls...

CBS wants to do The Garry Moore Show

from the Triton room next year.

- Nightly? - Weekly.

At the Miramar? All year?

- Yep. - That's amazing.

Not to be a broken record, but will they pay actual money?

Yeah. Location fees, some overall licensing fee for us.

We'll comp the 900 heads in the Triton for their audience,

try and make it a mid-week when it's quieter,

and the pre- and post-show spillover alone

for the Trevi and the Atlantis will be crazy.

We don't need 'em during season.

Garry More means Jonathan Winters...

George Gobel, Don Knotts...

We'll be the most famous hotel in the country.

Steve Allen did The Tonight Show

from La Ronde room last year.

Find out what the Fontainebleau got.

You guys work the numbers. We'll talk tomorrow.

CBS wants a full presentation by next month.

Let's go.

Vic, can you stick around?

Yeah.

Lubow called.

I know.

I can't hold off the bank another day.

All right. Tell him to come by at noon.

You've got the monthly? All of it?

Noon, Phil.

Sit down, Vic.

What's going on?

The Mendozas came up empty.

I'm sorry, Vic. I really am.

Look, it's just... Castro's watching everybody right now.

Now, I have a meeting set up at the embassy.

- They've always been real good at-- - It's okay.

I think I have a way.

Who?

Friends of my cousin.

You're in touch with Maria?

Every Sunday.

She's okay. She misses us. You know. She misses Mercy.

I'm not gonna give up on this, Vic.

I know.

That's great news about Garry Moore.

Yeah.

We'll get her out.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, honey, we can't. You have Hebrew school today.

Mom, you promised.

Look, I promised we'd go to Jordan Marsh

before the party on Saturday.

Friday. God. It's on Friday.

Friday. Right. Okay.

We can. We'll go tomorrow.

I hate Hebrew school.

Oh. But I love you.

My real mother would have never made me go.

Lauren.

Come on. We'll be late for school.

My own son got cold-cocked by this asshole?

And there haven't been any break-ins since.

Find this guy, all right?

You know how much it costs me to keep this shit out of the paper?

I'll get him.

No, our guests can get robbed on Broadway, all right?

They don't need to come here

and spend their fucking money on--

Jack Klein on 1. Florida State's Attorney.