Ray Donovan s03e07 Episode Script

Previously on Ray Donovan I'll give you the phone for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much? - 5%.
Done.
Congratulations.
You wanted a football team.
You bought it.
- Ray, you're smiling.
- Must be contagious.
- I shot him.
- You shot who? My abuser.
I shot him in the stomach, and Ray shot him in the head.
Thank you for telling me that.
You like him.
- Who? - Donellen.
What are you looking at? This is Marvin.
- He was my boyfriend.
- Sarah.
I was wondering if maybe we could buy the bar from my dad.
I don't see why not.
You see him, Ray? - See who? - Get down! What the fuck are you doing? It's just the Parkinson's, Terry.
Doctor said this could happen.
Hi, I'm Helen Miller, Fish and Game.
She is gonna fix the bird situation at the field.
No governor, no stadium.
No stadium, no football.
We are now projecting that Meg Townsend will be the first female governor of California.
Fucking governor lost.
I'm so disappointed in you, Ray.
I mean, you didn't think I'd find out? She got what she wanted, and you got 3% of fucking nothing.
Good night, Ray.
What are you doing with those people, Ray? Are the papers in order? - Yes.
- Great, he's upstairs.
Nurse Grand to oncology three, please.
Nurse Grand to oncology three.
You all right? I'm not seeing fucking Aryans, if that's what you're asking.
I don't sleep much.
What, restlessness, insomnia? It's like I'm having dreams when I'm awake.
Other day, I'm lying in my bed, and suddenly my clothes start fucking walking around the room.
- What's funny? - Nothing, nothing.
Just another symptom we can manage with medication.
Yeah, well, it's not fucking funny.
No, of course it's not.
We'll change your medication, and we'll start you off on some occupational therapy.
Sounds like a plan.
So tell me, where are you living now? In my gym.
And you have assistance there? Yeah, I got a guy who helps me with the fighters.
No, no, I'm not talking about help with your job, I mean someone with medical training to help you with your daily needs.
No, I don't need nobody like that.
Parkinson's follows a predictable course.
This is the time we start talking to patients about in-home support.
Living alone isn't going to be your best option.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! You motherfuckers! - My Caddy! - What happened? The fucking Armenians came over to collect, Pop.
Came in the house with a gun, put it in my face, and pistol-whipped me.
How much are they after? $30,000.
Pop, you said this whole title thing was a formality, that they wouldn't take my car! I'm sorry, kiddo.
Get collecting from the girls.
I'm sure this is all a big fucking misunderstanding.
$30,000? My shorts.
Nobody wants to see a grown man wearing these.
Besides, your legs are too skinny.
You gonna give that to charity? Gonna give it to the garbageman.
Oh, this is pretty.
It's for my big brother.
He died before I was born.
Huh.
What's with the dead bird? His life flew away.
Can I talk to you a sec? Sure.
You saw that woman? Yeah.
Yeah.
She's gonna be my wife.
Yeah? I'm gonna need my settlement money now.
We need to go talk to that lawyer again.
Look, slow the fuck down, Bunch.
- It's my settlement.
- Okay.
- How long have you known her? - What does it matter, Ray? I love her, and I want my money.
I'm not signing over all that money just so you can give it to somebody you just met, Bunch.
I'm the one who stood up in front of the fucking world and admitted what happened to me.
You didn't do that.
No, I didn't.
Well, I'm gonna expect you to transfer the account to my name this week.
So I spoke to your sister about the bar, went over the particulars, inventory, furniture, fixtures, and tax returns.
- Great.
- If you say so.
Place is a fucking money pit.
Hasn't turned a profit in 12 years.
It's not about profit.
It's about family.
You know, most wives want a shop where they can sell soap or that type of shit.
You want a dive in South Boston.
Ah, whatever keeps it fresh at home.
Can we just get this over with? Fine.
Ray needs to come up with $375,000, and then you win some kind of sister-of-the-year award.
Oh, thank God you're here.
- Harriet.
- Hey.
We're just going over the papers for my dad's place.
Haven't changed your mind, have you? No.
So you're okay with me going forward with this? Sure.
Everything in order, Harriet? Massachusetts is not gonna do much for you tax-wise.
Get it done.
Ray? We can still make that property work.
It's fucking over.
Without Verona, we can't budge Fish and Game.
We can't force the sale of the apartments.
How quickly can you put together $200,000 in cash? - Why? - Can you do it? Yes.
Call me when it's done.
Ray? You know they'd have lost the bar without you.
Thank you.
What are you doing sitting in here? I, uh, took Terry to a specialist today.
And? He's getting worse.
I think he should move in here with us.
Okay.
Has Terry agreed to that? I haven't told him yet.
Hey.
Hey! Yo! Hey, give me my ca Fuck you! What the fuck? What happened? You guys okay? That little guy shook us down.
He took the money? We're not there yet.
You sure about that? Bunchy's getting married.
What? To who? I don't know her name, some Mexican wrestler.
Jesus Christ, she works fast.
He's gonna get his heart broke.
Ray, come on.
Yeah.
- I have the money.
- Where are you? My father's plant.
Don't move.
Who was that? Work.
Go ahead.
I got this.
I'd never even heard of Calabasas before I met you.
It's not so bad.
Anyone home? It's so far away; it's like I'm on vacation or something.
Got anything to drink? Um, Coke, maybe some lemonade.
Something to drink, drink.
Sure.
Sure.
It's like the sun coming After the rain It's like I've got a surprise for you.
What? Go on Facebook.
Type in Sarah Donellen.
- What? - Do it.
He didn't take down her Facebook page.
This is so creepy.
Check this out.
_ - Oh, my God.
- What? She died in Sayulita.
That's so sad.
That's called murmuration.
It only takes a single bird making the slightest shift in course to move the entire flock.
You all right? Fucking tip-top.
Here's the $200,000.
What's it for? Fish and Game lady.
Well, even if she takes the money, Napier's demanding $90 million for those apartments.
My father's never gonna pay for that.
I'm gonna go see Helen Miller.
Sort out Napier next.
Ray.
I served Varick with divorce papers this morning.
Is that gonna cause problems? Of all kinds.
Oh, hello.
I'm Helen Miller.
Ray Donovan.
Oh.
Yeah, we met at the, uh, the governor's party.
Yeah, you're Andrew Finney's man.
Right.
What's this? The Finney family would like to make a donation to the California Aviary Project.
Well, I have never heard of such an organization.
Its chief concern is the preservation of the tricolored blackbird.
Are you bribing me? Open it.
Mr.
Donovan, the nesting site of the blackbird is protected by statutes.
The family was hoping your commission could help find the birds a new place to nest.
The Agelaius Tricolor is a bird of very specific migratory patterns.
Sure.
They've been nesting at that Redondo plant for over 60 years.
Have you seen the plant, Helen? It's a shithole.
I'm sure those birds would be happy for a change.
Well, it is a very nice bag.
I'll be in touch.
That won't be necessary.
Enjoy the bag.
Helen Miller signed off.
What? That's amazing.
She should have the paperwork filed by the end of the week.
I'll call you when I got a line on Napier.
You there? I have to call you back.
You can't do this.
It's over, Varick.
This isn't gonna go over well.
I want you out by tonight.
Look, you're tired, and you're upset.
No, I want you out of here by tonight.
I'll go to a hotel for a few nights and till you calm down.
I don't need to calm down, and a few days in a hotel isn't gonna change a fucking thing.
Could _ _ Hey, where'd you go, Pop? You straighten everything out? Working on it.
Davros, I got the money.
Where should we meet? Fine, I'll be there.
You got the money? Sure.
From where? I'm a resourceful person.
What is this? We got a plumbing problem? So to speak.
Where's Audrey? We were in the middle of a game.
Not anymore.
Little kid wiped me out.
I need you to figure out an angle on a guy named Roger Napier.
What do you want him to do? Let go of a piece of property he's holding.
- Raymond Donovan? - Yeah.
My name is Thomas Romero.
I spoke with your brother Brendan about the murder of Father Daniel O'Connor.
Mr.
Donovan, are you there? I need to speak with you in person.
I'll send you an address.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Yeah.
- Forget about Napier.
I need you to look into something else for me.
All I got's a name.
We got to talk.
- What's wrong? - In the office, now.
Who the fuck is Thomas Romero? He's a friend of mine.
Yeah? How do you know him? He comes to SNAP.
Did you talk to him about O'Connor? What? No.
No? So why is he calling me asking about a murder? Thomas is a SNAP guy.
He was abused too.
What did you tell him about Father O'Connor, Bunch? I never said that name.
Tell me exactly what you fucking said.
It's hard to remember.
Well, you better fucking remember.
I guess I I told him that I shot him in the stomach, and you shot him in the head.
You fucking idiot.
You fucking idiot! - You ratted your brother! - Hey, all right, all right.
You ratted your fucking brother! You have any idea what you've done? - I didn't rat on nobody! - Calm down.
All right.
- Yeah? - He's a friend of mine! Yeah, the fuck he is! You get it now, Bunch, why Ray can't let you have that money? Why we can't let you marry that fucking Mexican? Jesus fucking Christ, what are you doing? - You don't say that! - You can't fucking hit him! You all right? Yeah.
Thomas Romero's a priest, Ray.
- What? - Yeah.
He runs something called the Servants of Paraclete.
It's where the Catholic Church sends their child molesters.
Are you fucking kidding me? No, he's 51, he's been there for 15 years, and before that, he was in Baltimore.
That's all I got.
Jesus.
Your SNAP friend was sent by the Catholic Church.
Oh, fuck.
What? He's a priest.
Thomas is a priest? What are we gonna do? I'll take care of it.
The church talks to the cops, and the cops look into it What's he got? Something Bunchy told him.
That's it.
You know how many Catholic cops there are? You don't think someone high up in the church isn't gonna call one of them to get his way? That is not the play.
He wouldn't have called me Well, the play sure as hell ain't asking you to say a Hail Mary.
- I'm going by myself.
- No, you're not.
Sit the fuck down, Bunch, all right? I know him.
I can talk to him, guys.
You're not talking to anyone.
You're gonna keep your fucking mouth shut.
You understand me, huh? You're in over your fucking head, Bunch.
It's the truth, and you fucking know it.
I know you two think that I'm not smart that I'm weak, but it ain't true.
Look, Bunch I can't help it if people lie and cheat and do bad things.
I never hurt nobody.
I know, Bunch.
- Brendan.
- I can't.
Hey.
You don't treat him like that.
He's not a boy.
Stay out of this.
Maybe he'd act more grown up if you didn't treat him like a fucking baby.
Mind your business.
Brendan is my fucking business.
We're in love.
You better get used to me.
I'm coming.
Stay here.
I'm not letting you go alone.
Have you been drinking, Bridge? No, I had a friend come over, and she went into the liquor.
Jesus fucking Christ.
No, I wasn't drinking.
She was.
Things I did when I was your age, I don't even want to fucking tell you.
Why'd you, uh, why'd you choose Dad? I always understood him, and he understood me.
We had each other's back.
What if I don't know what if Daddy hadn't liked you? Would you still have gone after him? Is there someone you like, Bridge? Someone you want to go after? Yeah, but he's sort of aloof.
That's just teenage bullshit.
It's a pose.
Of course he fucking likes you.
You should make a move.
Show me his picture.
No, no, he's, um, he's not on Facebook.
Okay.
I should get back to this.
All right.
I love you, sweetheart.
No more of this for you.
_ That was stupid.
I spoke to Abby.
We're gonna give you the guest room.
What? You're moving in with us, Terry.
I'm not moving into your house.
Did you hear what the doctor said this morning? You remember when Bunchy used to hide those girl superhero comics in his room, like they were Playboys? What made you think of that? He's been looking for a woman like that all his life.
It's like that Mexican girl of his just walked out of one of those comic books.
Move in with us, Terry.
I'll think about it.
Hey, yo, Pop, you ready? Yeah.
Hey, to what do we owe this pleasure? I'm getting married, Pop.
Holy shit.
Her name is Teresa, and she's a Mexican-American luchadora.
My baby boy is gonna tie the knot, huh? - Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm your youngest son, though, Pop.
From a proper marriage is all I'm saying.
- Wow.
- What a fucking mitzvah, huh? Here, let's have a drink, celebrate here.
D.
I ain't drinking.
Well, here's to you.
Is something wrong? I got someone to support now, and Ray won't give me my settlement money.
Oh, he won't, huh? I'm tired of this shit.
I was wondering if I could come do some more work for you.
Well, you come at a very auspicious moment.
- I have? - We're doing a big negotiation.
And I can certainly use an extra hand.
You ever blame me for O'Connor? Why would you say that? I heard you crying some nights.
I knew what you were crying about.
What are we gonna do with this guy? We are not doing anything.
I'm coming with you.
No, you're not.
Stay here.
Mr.
Donovan, I'm Thomas Romero.
What do you want? I need to talk to you about Father O'Connor.
I can't help you there.
You wouldn't have come this far if what your brother told me wasn't true.
Please.
You afraid of driving fast? No.
Slide over behind the steering wheel.
Keep the car running.
Yeah, the old pistol-whip thing, that's some bitch shit, man.
- I like the suit.
- Thank you.
You got the money? I do.
You gonna give my son his car back? Keys.
Get out of here.
Hey, what the fuck is this, funny money? You want my business, here's my business.
Ohh.
Ahh! Ahh! Bunch, Bunch, stop.
Bunch, stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
He's down.
He's down, all right? Be cool.
Chill, chill, chill.
Listen, listen, listen, get Pop home, all right? Let's get out of here.
Get Pop out.
I'm right behind you.
I was sent here under orders from the Vatican to put a system in place for treating priests who had sinned against children.
I brought in psychiatric professionals, created a place of vocational renewal built in the spirit of healing and hope.
Good night, Father Romero.
Good night, Anthony.
God bless.
Pray that when you see a priest beaten down, you see in him Jesus.
You mean like Father O'Connor? Father O'Connor left a trail of wreckage.
It's true, but over many years, he worked through what he did.
- He took responsibility.
- Don't kid yourself.
He went through a full disclosure.
Told me all about your brother.
Told me all about you.
What's that supposed to mean, huh? - What did he tell you about me? - Everything.
No, I didn't bring you here to threaten you, Mr.
Donovan, trust me.
Why, because you're a priest? You already lied to my brother.
What the fuck do you want? After he left the Paraclete, Father O'Connor and I spoke twice a day, in the morning when he woke up and the evening before he went to sleep.
Then he disappeared.
I figured I'd made a grave error in letting him go, that he'd returned to his former ways.
Then his body was found, and I knew his past had caught up with him.
Yeah, well, you know, like I said, I can't help you there.
You hated him, and for good reason.
He did to you the worst thing a man could do to a child, but he atoned.
He devoted himself to his recovery and to Christ.
He tried to make amends every day through his life and his work.
He wasn't innocent.
He wasn't innocent, not when he hurt you, but he was innocent when you killed him.
You got nothing.
A conversation with my alcoholic brother.
You're not listening to me.
I have everything you need.
Yeah? What do I need? Forgiveness.
I want to forgive you.
Admit what you did.
Come with me right now to the chapel and confess.
Accept God, and you and I will forget everything that came before this.
You're saying I confess, and you don't go to the cops.
Admit what you did, why you did it, repent, and all will be forgiven.
When's the last time you were in church? I don't remember.
I've been where you and your brother were.
I had violence in my heart.
What's that supposed to mean? I didn't deceive your brother Brendan.
I told him the truth.
I told him my story, and that's why he told me yours.
You can trust me.
Trust that the seal of confession is absolute.
All you've got to do is ask Him, Ray.
Let Him teach you to forgive.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's, uh been 36 years since my last confession.
I Wait, Ray.
Don't go.
Ray, prison will not help you or your brother, only God will.
- You got nothing.
- You believe, Ray.
I know you do.
You would not have hesitated at the door of the confessional if you didn't; don't walk away from this.
Repent.
Repent now or face excommunication.
What? Repent now or face excommunication.
I'm the sinner? You hide and protect these men who should be dead or in prison, and I'm the fucking sinner? - I know you feel hate.
- Fuck you.
I know how badly he hurt you, and I know how much you loved him.
I'll fucking kill you.
Fuck you! I'll kill you and every one of these fucking freaks you got hiding in here.
In the name of God, the all powerful Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, and all of the saints, I deprive you of the Communion of the Body and Blood of Our Lord You think I fucking care, huh? You think I need your fucking church? And anathematized.
I judge you What did you do for my sister, my mother? Burst the fetters of the demon.
What did your church ever do for me, huh? Fuck you! Fuck you! And fuck your forgiveness! Fiat in die judicii.
Fiat.
Fiat.
Fiat.
Repent.
Let me help you.
- Okay.
- Come on, Pop.
Come here.
Let's get you sitting down here.
- You all right? - Don't touch me there.
That's it.
You gonna be okay? I'm fine.
That was nothing.
You do know they're gonna come after us, right? Sometimes you've got to push back to get some respect.
They are going to come after us.
My fucking suit is ruined.
I got to get back to my girl.
You were a lion out there tonight, a fucking lion.
Strange things are happening Every day I hear the music Up above my head Though the sight Of my heart He excommunicated us.
Has left me again Me.
No, he said "accomplices.
" He didn't mean you.
Yes, he did.
He meant me, and he meant Bunchy.
You didn't do anything, Terry.
We killed a priest.
Secrets are written In the sky Looks like I've lost the love I've never found Though the sound of hope Has left me again I hear music up above Get your stuff.
What are we gonna do about the priest, Ray? I don't know.
You don't know? I don't fucking know, Terry.
I got to think about it.
Right now, I don't know.
Get your stuff.
You tell Abby I appreciate the offer, but I can't move in with you.
You don't have a choice, Ter.
You got a lot going on in your life, Ray.
You don't need no more.
Don't worry about what I need.
You need your family, your family.
The rest of us are lost causes.
I hear Rosetta singing In the night Echoes of light That shine like stars After they're gone And tonight she's my guide As I go out alone With the music Up above _ - Yeah.
- Where have you been? - Something came up.
- I was worried.
I'm fine.
I'll call you in the morning.
I need you to come to my house now.
Paige I figured out how to handle Napier.
It's going to work out for everyone, but I need you to come now.
Hey, Ray.
I'm gonna be late.
The room's almost ready.
Looks fucking great.
Yeah? Terry says he, uh, doesn't want to move in.
- Is he okay? - He's fine.
He just says he doesn't want to move in anymore.
Are you okay? I'm sorry I put you through all that trouble.
It's all right.
Maybe he'll change his mind.
I don't know about that.
So where are you? I got work.
Okay, Ray.
In hindsight, my marriage was good for everyone.
My dad got to be around Varick, and I got my dad's attention.
Drink? You called about the deal, said you figured it out.
I lied.
- I got to go.
- Why? I don't know many men like you.
Sure you do.
No, the men I know want money and power, but you don't give a fuck about those things.
You don't care about houses or cars.
How do you know? Because you're addicted to the fight.
I got to go, Paige.
No, you don't.