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Previously on Magic City
(Ike) Ike Evans from
the world-famous Miramar
will come in
and run his hotels.
This hotel was
at 70% occupancy.
This year, since January, you're at 20%.
(Pig squealing)
But I look around,
and I see the millions
that could be going
to your people, wasted.
I will check you out,
señor Evans.
(Sol) Vera Evans, the Queen
of the Miramar Playa,
- dances again.
- Ay!
It looks like you could use
something a little stronger.
Maybe Dr.
Bobby's B12.
(Vera) A shot?
Amphetamine?
(Stevie) Vitamins.
It's an enzyme thing, I think.
(Mercedes) I really do
love you, Danny Evans.
I'm Antonio Rivas.
I'm a friend of your father's.
- I know who you are.
- I'm so very sorry for your loss.
I took Klein's job.
I'm his intern.
This boy will search and dig
and tear into Ike Evans' life,
because he has to know.
My father got the owners
of the "Herald,"
the "News," a few bankers--
the six men who run Miami--
to join together and finally
stop those gangsters.
The Secret Six.
We need them.
Again.
Now, Meg.
You know, I looked for you
for days.
- I didn't love you anymore.
- Anymore?
- How about ever?
(Sy) - This Nicky Grillo--
he bought a warehouse
in Hialeah.
Why is that?
We will need more--
many more guns.
Get me a shopping list.
I'll set you up.
- Who is that?
- They call me Eddie Blue.
- Eddie Blue out of Vegas?
- I guess I'm your new partner.
(Ike) Anything you see or hear
when you're with Sloat
could be helpful to me.
He's a hotel guy.
He doesn't
know *** about casinos.
Ike lives.
(Soft music playing)
(Sy) Good luck, everybody.
Nice to be with you.
(Glasses clinking)
(Indistinct conversations)
(Whispers inaudibly) What the
hell are you doing, Moe?
In my good ear,
you ***' moron.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry, boss.
- Excuse my language.
Excuse my language.
(Whispers inaudibly)
All-- all right, all right.
Um, uh
Just tell him, uh,
one second, okay?
(Closes lighter)
(Man) Get the hell
out of my place, Sy!
I built this!
(Thud)
(Sy) Think I give a ***?
(Clatters)
Hey! Hey!
Get the *** off me!
(Blows landing, grunting)
God damn it!
Aah!
Dad!
(Door clattering)
Dad!
(Snaps fingers
and speaks indistinctly)
Yeah?
It's me.
Yeah, you in the booth?
Like you asked.
Good.
I can deliver Havana
back to you.
I'm listening.
Castro's gonna let me come in
and manage the Capri,
the Riv, and the Nacional.
I get 30% of the net.
I will front
and give you all of it.
- That is a million dollars a week, Sy.
- Oh
that's extremely generous.
I want something in return.
Well, of course you do.
I want the Miramar Playa.
Completely.
I want my hotel back.
This is a much longer
conversation.
Sy, the gambling bill's
not gonna pass.
They've been trying to jam
casino gambling
through the Florida state
legislature for years now.
You better have a little chat
with your, uh,
partner there in, uh,
cabana one.
I mean, Ben thinks
it's guaranteed.
If he's right,
and it does pass,
your place becomes
a very valuable
piece of property to us.
And why the *** don't I
just take it all anyway--
Havana and Miami?
Because Castro's deal
is with me.
Nobody else.
The next words
that come out of your mouth--
choose them very wisely.
If gambling in Miami passes,
I understand that you
won't give up the Miramar.
But if it doesn't pass,
then it's just
- a margin business at best.
- Look, I see no reason whatsoever
for me to make a bet right now.
So, I suggest you keep doing
that good stuff
you're doing in Cuba.
We'll talk.
One last thing.
Of course there is.
The Cubans have livestock
in the casinos.
They're a mess.
They want $1 million
clean-up and good-faith
money from me before they--
(Seagulls crying) You went and
asked Sy Berman for the million?
I tried everyone else, Sid.
- And what does that tell you?
- I need the million.
You hear what I'm saying?
I need it now.
If I stumble here,
the Cubans are gonna find
someone else
to run those hotels.
All right, this--
this million bucks--
it gets you what again?
A piece of my first year
management fee.
In looking at their books
for the last three seasons--
that's a $4 million return.
That is a sweet ***' deal.
Uh-huh.
Except
that it's with Castro.
It is not with Castro.
It is with me.
(Sighs) Look, the only
people that I know
with that kind of cash
are Sy's Chicago outfit,
- and
- No.
No, don't you even ask.
(Scoffs)
I can't pull Meg into
fighting gambling here
and bankrolling casinos there.
She'll think
I'm *** insane.
Yeah, which you are.
Ike
Sy even whispers to Ben
that you're trying to dump him,
and you will vanish.
Just like my brother-in-law
when the check comes.
(Exhales)
(Mel) $500 to me?
(Man clears throat)
Fold.
Too rich for me.
Looks like it's just
you and me, Red.
(Drink pouring) I'd raise
you, but I'm tapped.
So, Red,
are you still bringing
the deejay convention
to the Americana this year?
Yes, sir.
sons of rock 'n' roll,
roarin' and whorin'
down here this July.
(Laughter)
You know what, Red?
I'll stake you.
But
you bring your deejay
convention to us,
to the Miramar Playa this year
instead of at the Americana.
You win, you get it all.
The pot.
I win, I get the convention.
I'll call that your raise.
You all can handle that?
What did the record companies
pay the Americana last year?
All in? Girls, ***,
rooms, all of it?
About a quarter million
for the four days.
For that, I could get Ike
to build a new wing.
(Chair creaks)
(Lowered voice)
You say it, I'll do it.
Okay.
(Normal voice) Okeydokey.
You got a bet.
(Sets down cards)
Four aces! You drew a ***
ace, you lucky retard.
(Laughter)
(Men) Ooh!
Straight flush.
(Men murmuring)
Hmm.
(Breathes deeply)
I'll set you up
with Victor Lazaro.
Our GM.
It's gonna be
a great convention.
(Chips clattering)
That's my boy.
Mm.
(Sighs)
I need to get some sleep.
I'm in the Atlantis
in two hours.
(Men murmuring)
All right, Sol, let's see
if we can work a deal
with, uh, one of the airlines--
National, Eastern, Pan Am.
Charter a plane, get some
celebrities down from the city--
Jackie Gleason,
Arthur Godfrey, Cugie.
Now, I know that Ray Charles
and Nat King Cole
loved Vee at the Trop.
I know this is
a once-in-a-lifetime deal.
We are running out of time,
and we really--
Who just delivered 2,000 heads
to our hotel
in the middle of summer?
Yes, thousand.
In, yes, July.
You look like ***.
Thanks, pop.
Guesses?
Maybe Stevie Evans,
bartender extraordinaire.
Okay.
I'm hooked.
How?
You remember
the deejay convention?
It's always at the Americana.
in 4 days.
Done.
Ours.
I got it.
Do you know why
the deejay convention
is always at the Americana?
Because it is always
a disaster.
Literally.
A disaster.
Thousands in clean-ups costs.
*** PR.
Multiple arrests.
They're still digging out
from that ***.
The GM there showed me
some pictures.
It's a *** war zone.
So we clean up a little after.
Guys, we'll be completely booked
for four nights in July.
We'll double, triple
the *** mark-up.
I'll run in girls from
the Tri-State area if I have to.
Ike, the Americana doesn't mind
pulling up carpeting every year.
It's pennies compared
to the booking.
In July.
The numbers make sense.
I can't speak for PR or
Uh, we keep the press away
and we just pray
that nobody gets killed.
Vincent?
We can get extra guys.
Lots of extra guys.
I could pull in off-duty
cops from upstate.
And then we'll need
local favors.
"Look the other way" favors
from Miami Beach
- and County PD.
- But we could do it.
Yeah, if we catch a break,
we can do it.
If you want to.
Dad, let
let me handle this.
Vincent says it's cool.
I can deal with the rest.
I can do this.
This kind of thing--
guys puking in my fountain--
that's not who we are, Stevie.
Don't do this.
Don't.
I--
I take on any job you want
in this hotel.
I do it because I love
this place as much as you do,
and because I love you.
I ask you for nothing.
Please, believe me,
I can do this for you.
I'm sorry, Steven.
Not in my hotel.
I appreciate what you're doing--
Guys (Clears throat)
I'm sorry I interrupted
your meeting.
Stevie.
(Cesar shouting in Spanish
in distance)
(Latin drumming in distance,
men shouting in Spanish)
(Man grunts)
(Spanish) Stop it!
(Music stops)
Good, good.
Ten minutes.
You chase a ghost.
You almost catch her.
(Exhales deeply)
Thank you, Cesar.
You push so hard.
For your man or for you?
Both.
(Chuckles)
Five minutes,
and then your old lady legs
go again.
You open tomorrow.
(Spanish) Yes.
(Man grunts)
(Latin drumming)
(Bel) Ike's hitting up
anybody with a buck in town.
I heard he got tossed off
La Gorce
for trailing some banker
on the ninth hole
in his street shoes.
Why does Ike need
that kind of money?
Nobody's talking yet.
I'll get it.
All right, Bel.
You've got the day.
- Eddie Blue.
- Belvin.
(Woman)
I'm just a stranger
Now that's the way
to run an empire.
King Farouk insisted,
by royal decree
and under punishment of death,
that every car in Egypt
be black,
save one--
a blood-red Bentley.
Farouk's red Bentley.
So, whenever anyone in Egypt
saw a red car,
they knew that their king
was about.
Now that is the way
to run an empire.
Well, it's something
to shoot for.
How's my casino?
I'm *** tiptoeing
around Ike.
But I'm getting it done.
What the hell's his problem?
The guy doesn't like
making money?
- Not your problem.
- Well, this is--
I need his small ballroom
to interview and train
dealers, casino staff.
I may need you to cool him out.
***, we need everything, man,
from cocktail waitresses
to ladder men.
I got some of my folks
coming up from Havana.
Ladder men?
What are ladder men?
You know, sitting up on ladders
watching for cheating,
- bad dealers-- entry-level gig.
- That'll look like ***.
We can't have ladders
all over the *** place.
We had 'em at the Riv,
Capri, Vegas.
- You need to see--
- Wait.
How about we put
a false ceiling
with a 2-way mirror?
Our guys go up and watch.
When the stiffs look up
from below,
all they see is a beautiful
mirrored ceiling.
And we watch,
hidden, from above.
(Laughs) Jesus,
that's brilliant!
Go.
Go, Eduardo Azul.
Work your magic.
I'll take care of Ike.
Your red Bentley by Hanukkah.
(Laughs)
Hi.
_
Yeah, sure.
_
My dad knows that I'm out here?
He knows more than you think.
Go ahead.
You can smoke.
I'll join you.
(Truck arriving)
(Flicks lighter)
(Closes lighter)
Would you like one?
Cigar?
(Spanish) Yes, Cuban.
From home.
Better than the American thing.
Really?
It's your heritage.
(Spanish) Sure.
(Delivery truck door opens)
(Second truck departing)
(Flicks lighter)
(Spanish) Turn it around.
Puff, but don't take
the smoke in.
Roll it around
in your mouth like wine.
(Closes lighter)
And exhale.
(Spanish) That's it, now you got it.
(Laughs) Now you
look like a Cuban.
(Exhales)
(Man) Hey, fellas.
(Man) - Hey.
(Man) - Give you a hand here?
It's nice.
It's home.
Leaves grown in Santiago,
rolled by Cuban hands
in Havana.
Cuban sweat, Cuban tobacco.
This smell is my childhood.
And yours, too, señorita.
It's our childhood.
(Puffs)
(Engine starts)
You do look younger.
You should see me
after you take a sip
of Havana Club rum.
Okay.
Take this *** back.
Brew up a fresh pot.
This is a fresh pot.
(Hisses)
Fresher.
Don't be an ***, Doug.
It's fine.
I'll be right back.
(Telephone rings, cart rolling)
(Cart clatters)
(Door *** clicks,
knocks on door)
Coffee cart.
Coffee?
You got any prune danish?
(Man) - I'll take a prune danish, too.
- Yeah.
(Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)
(Typing)
_
_
What do you guys do in here?
Same as you.
Catch bad guys.
(Paper rustling)
_
(Knock on door)
Come in.
So?
He saw it all.
Thank you, Hal.
Third floor.
Third floor? No!
I distinctly said
the penthouse.
Perhaps you should spend
more time
learning the English language
and less time sitting
on your backside.
You don't like
mi culo, Senator?
(Sighs)
It is a miracle, señorita.
I swear
I have seen the *** Mary
on that ***.
(Knock on door)
(Laughs) ***!
(Clears throat) Shh!
Uh, who is it?
Me.
Belvin.
Ah, ye-yes, uh,
come on in.
Come in.
(Clears throat)
I hope I'm not interrupting.
No, no, no.
I was, um
- I was just writing a new speech.
(Chuckles) - Hmm.
Uh, what can I do for you?
Ben wanted me to get you
your dough
before you head back
to Tallahassee.
(Sloat) Ah.
Good man.
- Now this is for--
- Senator Rollie Bowan.
- A fine gentlemen of Monroe County.
- Hmm.
And $5,000 for the very
distinguished
Senator Delbert Hayes
out of Osceola.
(Sighs) Give my thanks
to Young Benjamin.
Though we are
in fine shape on votes.
(Gasps)
(Bel) Better safe than sorry, Senator.
(Sloat laughs) More of that
fine Hebraic wisdom.
(Laughs and clears throat)
(Sloat sighs)
(Door closes)
Where is this damn elevator?
I have been waiting
far too long!
I'm coming!
(Indistinct conversations)
But, honey, camp gets her
out of the heat,
up to the mountains--
healthy.
I say yes.
Will there be boys?
I certainly hope so.
Can I be excused?
Homework?
"Dobie Gillis.
"
No running.
Dinner okay?
Oh
I got to fit into my costume.
(Sighs) Darling,
I love it so much.
The dancing.
You know?
I love you so much.
(Waves lapping)
Please.
No! (Echoes)
Shh! It's okay.
(Exhales)
It's okay, my love.
It's all right.
You're having a nightmare.
(Sighing)
No matter what happens
tomorrow night,
you did it.
You saved us.
(Whirring)
(Elevator bell dings)
(Breathes deeply)
(Latin music on radio)
(Singing in Spanish on radio)
Mm.
What a stupid man.
I bet your measurements, baby.
(Spanish) You are crazy, old man.
(Chuckles)
(Starts engine) When they call
my number in Havana on Saturday,
I'm taking you
to the Latin Quarter
- Saturday night-- cha-cha-cha!
- Okay.
Mm.
Come here.
Mwah!
(Clicks)
(Clattering)
(Panting)
(Gasps softly)
Shh.
(Gasps) Shh!
(Growls and barks)
(Gasps)
(Clicks, door closes)
Hey.
Hey.
Lily
(Gasps)
Tell Hop sing here that Ben
left me a box of Cubans.
Cubans?
Cigars! He told me
to swing by and get 'em.
Well, I-I don't know
anything, uh (Sighs)
Lee, it's okay.
Thank you.
(Clock chiming)
Money suits you.
(Huffs)
You should leave.
I should do a lot of things.
You know, I didn't really
come here for cigars.
Ben will be home any minute.
Mm-hmm.
No.
Ben's getting head from one
of Madame Renee's ***.
My treat.
You know he's a *** fool.
When I had you,
I didn't even look
at other ***.
I want you to leave.
You still walk around
without any *** on?
Hmm?
I bought you all kind
of silk undies,
and you just left 'em
in the box, remember?
You aren't wearing anything
right now, are you?
(Lee) Missus?
(Exhales)
Thank you, Lee.
Here.
I-I'll tell my husband
you came by.
Yeah, you do that.
(Sighs)
(Locks door)
(Coughing and retching)
(Tapping, toilet flushes)
(Sighs)
(Whispers in Spanish) ***.
(Inhales and exhales deeply)
You should frame that uniform.
Or burn it.
(Chuckles)
So this guy offers you a job
but doesn't say doing what.
Antonio's family
owns half of Miami.
I'm sure there's space for me
in some Rivas business.
Yeah, I hope that's what
he has in mind.
What?
Let me talk to my dad.
We could find something else
for you-- here.
How about in PR
with Sol or--
It's time.
Okay?
Change is good.
Antonio says that since Castro,
so many Cubans are coming
to Miami, you know?
You know, this wave
of my people--
maybe there's some way
I can help, or--
Okay, but I don't want you
to leave us.
(Sighs)
Hey.
That's life, right?
I'll see you soon.
(Scoffs) Bye.
(Typing)
Thank you for coming by.
Appreciate it.
(Telephone ringing)
- Uh, Mr.
E
- Inez.
He begged me not to tell you.
What?
- Your father.
- Well, I figured that.
Bolita.
La bolita.
$200, $300 last month.
He betting with those
gangsters on Española.
No more restaurante dinners.
Now we eating fishes
out of the can.
Sardines?
Si, si, filthy, stinky
little fishes.
Okay.
Is he home?
No, no, he's downstairs
in the car.
I tell him I come to make
a beauty salon appointment
- because my--
- All right, Inez,
why don't you stay here
with Flo?
- I'll be right back.
- Okay.
(Arthur) Just 'cause it
got voted down once,
don't mean a union
couldn't go ahead--
- I remember once they had to vote
three times, and they-- - Mr.
E.
Hey.
- Just saying hi to your father.
- Thank you, Monte.
Pop, come here for a second.
Later, Monte.
(Indistinct conversations)
What the hell are you doing?
What? It'd be a valet union,
just for the--
No, pop.
You bet bolita?
Come on, you know better
than that.
You ran a book for years.
That *** is a sucker's bet.
Inez, huh?
That Benedicto Arnaldo.
Pop, the numbers game
is rigged.
No, no, smartass.
Bolita is tied
to the Cuban National Lottery.
Whatever numbers
they pick in Havana,
wins here.
Nobody-- I mean, nobody--
not even Castro could ever--
would ever touch the lottery.
See, all through history,
those Cuban goniffs--
they would steal
from their mothers.
But the lottery--
sacred, man.
I bet Inez's measurements,
right?
- So when they call the numbers--
- Pop.
What?
You are a *** genius.
Finally he sees it.
Send the traitor down, will ya?
(Indistinct conversations)
(Rotary dial clicks)
(Woman) Yes, Mr.
Evans?
Havana, Cuba.
The number, please?
I'll connect you.
Mr.
Evans.
(Spanish) Good morning.
(Spanish) Good morning.
What if I told you there was
a way to cripple the gangsters?
Really hurt them and take back
a few million dollars
that they stole from you?
I'd say I'm listening.
Madame Minister, do you play
your National Lottery?
(Door creaks)
Are you looking for something?
I-I-I-I thought I had
a mink stole--
Just ask me.
I can help.
(Chair thuds)
God, it's a--
it's a mess in here.
You are a little piggy.
(Chuckles)
I'll straighten it all up.
This stuff up here by the--
by the heater--
it's a fire hazard.
(Lee) Mr.
Diamond?
Mr.
Bel's outside.
Yes.
Have, uh, Sylvia
clean up this mess.
Um so the-- the show tonight
is at 8:00, right?
How the *** should I know?
Just be ready for once.
(Closes door)
Bel.
Your Doris
was a fine-looking woman.
Yeah.
Yeah, she was,
wasn't she?
Mm.
Fine both inside and out.
(Sets down frame)
Ike's looking for
a cool million to give Castro.
Good faith money.
For what?
He wants to run the hotels
for the Cubans,
get a management fee.
The Riv, Nacional, the Capri.
"The" hotels? My hotels.
My *** hotels.
Even a small cut
could mean millions.
Do you hear that?
What?
The wheel of fortune,
and it's spinning my way.
(Chuckles)
(Jazz playing)
Underwater,
they're all beautiful.
Underwater,
they can't *** lie.
How about some coffee?
White Horse, up.
This one
I'm talking about--
I won't dignify her
by saying her name.
This *** that ruined my life
was a *** mermaid.
Square business, kid.
She wore the *** tail,
and she sucked
on the *** hose.
(Laughs)
Well (Sighs) yeah.
I was in this sticky-floor joint
up in Hernando Beach.
I was gonna smoke
one cigarette,
and if the guy owed me money
didn't show,
I'd go to his house,
maybe *** his wife, maybe kill
his cheerleader daughter.
Maybe vice versa.
(Thuds)
Then, out of nowhere,
this beautiful woman appears.
What does she do?
Well, she takes my hand
and lights her own cigarette.
(Woman) tenderly
the trembling trees
embraced the breeze
tenderly
(Slaps back)
I got this.
Shift's over, Cuda.
(Lighter clicks open)
(Flicks lighter)
(Lighter clicks closed)
(Inhales deeply)
Says not a word,
this ***-to-be.
Just looks at me.
And, kid, she is beautiful.
Ava Gardner-beautiful.
So finally I ask her,
"Who are you?"
What do you think she says?
(Lighter clicks open) (Under
breath) "The wrong woman.
"
"The wrong woman.
" Mm.
(Lighter clicks closed)
Lesson *** learned,
my friend.
When a *** says
something bad about herself,
pay attention.
(Telephone rings)
(Ring)
Yes?
(Bel) Chick just called.
The *** idiot slept
through them showing up,
but he's watching
Grillo's trucks
in Hialeah right now.
The spics are inside
moving the ***.
What? Now?
That's what the man said.
All right.
Call Doug right away.
Tell him I said, uh,
"You're welcome.
"
Well, November is
right around the corner.
No.
Not unopposed this time.
(Door opens)
Some kid
Big arms shipment going down
right now in Hialeah.
Herb, sorry, uh, duty calls.
As long as I can count on
something significant
from you in the fall
You think about it.
Okay.
Bye.
(Hangs up receiver)
Call the troopers.
- Have 'em meet us there.
- Done.
- Is this reliable?
- Gospel.
Best source I know.
Cubans are stocking up
for the trip home.
It's gonna be big.
You wanna fight crime,
or you wanna *** around?
(Click, elevator stops)
(Lowered voice)
This is for you--
what you wanted.
Some names, the days,
how much money.
Bel paid this to Sloat?
(Spanish) Bel, yes.
He work for el señor Ben.
***.
This is good.
This is
This is very good.
I can get more.
No, this is really great.
It is so helpful.
Thank you.
This I don't do for money.
This I do for you.
Thank you, Theresa.
(Button clicks,
elevator resumes running)
(Knock on door)
Come in.
(Indistinct conversations
in distance)
(Door closes)
Wow.
You look amazing.
(Exhales) Please tell me
it's gonna be okay.
I don't need to.
You know.
This is your night.
Yours.
Enjoy it.
I love you.
(Kisses)
I will see you after?
(Door opens and closes)
(Turns lock)
(Indistinct conversations,
laughter)
(Spanish) Calm down, Antonio.
Okay? We're good.
Alberto can do this.
(Spanish) Have fun.
It's a night at the Tropicana.
(Spanish) Go ahead.
(Zips skirt)
(Sighs)
Mrs.
Diamond.
(Kisses)
You look beautiful as always.
I'm so looking forward to this.
Good.
I think you're gonna have a--
(Camera shutter clicks)
You won't be disappointed
in the show.
Disappointed?
Are you kidding me?
Vera Cruz
will change your life.
I saw your wife in Havana
more times than I can count.
I'm her biggest fan.
Probably not.
(Chuckles)
I need to freshen up.
I'll be right back.
Butterflies?
She's ready.
I know.
I mean you.
A big move-- Havana.
Taking over my hotels.
If you need the million,
you know where to come.
I'm your partner, Ike.
Enjoy the show, Ben.
Break a leg.
Chat soon.
The shore was kissed
by sea and mist
tenderly
(Lily) Stevie.
(Footsteps approach)
What's wrong?
Why'd you pick me up
at the Sir John that first day?
Why me?
Are you kidding me?
(Chuckles)
Jesus, honey,
take a look in the mirror.
I thought you were--
Tell me.
What the hell
is wrong with you?
Ask Nicky Grillo.
Ike Evans, this is Jim ***.
His family owns
the "Miami News.
"
- Jim, welcome to the Miramar Playa.
- Thank you.
And Elizabeth Moore.
Her family owns WMIY,
the largest radio station
in South Florida.
I thought you all
should know each other.
Miss Moore, a pleasure.
It's a pleasure
to meet you both.
- Enjoy the show.
- We cannot wait.
Thank you.
(Lowered voice) Thank you.
I haven't really done much yet.
I hope to see you
in the Atlantis lounge after.
(Chuckles)
(Kisses)
Danny will show.
Big night, boss.
Yeah, like a time machine.
Back to Cuba.
(Lighter click open, flicks)
(Lighter clicks closed)
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Camera shutter clicks)
(Man) Get on the floor!
(Man) - Get down! Let me see those hands!
- Let me see those hands!
(Grunts)
Get down.
Someone got away!
(Grunts)
Over here.
(Grunts)
Cuff this ***.
(Handcuffs click)
Stop or I'll shoot!
Uhh!
(Gunshot)
Stop him!
Fire!
(Laughs)
(Man grunts)
Ave Maria Purisima
(Grunts)
(Man grunts)
Aah!
(Grunts)
(Song ends)
(Cheers and whistles)
(Cheering continues)
Better you not be here,
Senator.
Of course, of course.