Ray Donovan s04e03 Episode Script
Little Bill Primm's Big Green Horseshoe
1 [Ray.]
Previously on Ray Donovan [Mickey.]
Inside the casino, there's a gorgeous green horseshoe filled with four million in cash.
No one's even watching it.
Your bus is leaving.
Jesus, Teresa, come I got to open up the club.
You got to get over your shit and make love to me, Brendan.
[Ray.]
I want you to come home now.
Your mother misses you, Bridge.
I miss you.
[Abby.]
I have breast cancer.
They want to cut my tits off.
Stage zero I mean, isn't that everybody? Isn't everybody fucking stage zero? - [Ray.]
What's up? - Huh? - You called me.
- Oh, yeah, I forgot.
I it doesn't matter.
[Avi.]
The black cop, Muncie they're going to charge him with the Minassian thing.
[Muncie.]
You know he's gonna turn on you the moment I offer him a deal.
That's why you're here.
You want Belikov.
Give me one day.
[Belikov grunting, choking.]
[Ray.]
I need the guns we used at the Minassians' place.
You want to give the murder weapons to the cops? Put the Minassians on Belikov, Mickey walks.
[Ray.]
45's got his fingerprints on it.
There's a duffel of guns in the ceiling.
Ballistics will match it to the Minassians.
Eight counts of homicide's gonna stick a lot better than a trafficking charge.
Tell me it'll all be better now.
[Dramatic music.]
[sirens wail.]
[man.]
Come on.
Get up.
[police officers.]
[speaking Russian.]
This way.
[police officers.]
[speaking Russian.]
Poor babies.
[girl sobs.]
[speaking Russian.]
[tense music.]
[crickets chirping.]
[dog barking.]
[footsteps approaching.]
- Still not home? - No.
Do you remember that song you played on the way to the hospital? No.
When Bridget was born, the CD you put in in the car.
I don't remember.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine Oh, God, that's awful.
[laughing.]
Do you remember that little Korean doctor? Yeah.
What was his name? I don't know.
You were squeezing my hand so hard.
I thought you were gonna break my knuckles.
[sighs.]
I can't believe she's 18.
- Yeah.
- Our baby.
Did we do our best? You did.
You're a great mom.
[sighs.]
It's the only job I ever had, and now it's almost over.
No, it's not.
When I was 18, I was up and out of the house.
So were you.
It's over.
It's not over.
Go to sleep, Abs.
[tires squeaking.]
She's here.
[moaning, heavy breathing.]
[moaning continues.]
[somber music.]
Is Ed in the trailer? The hunter, tangled in the root of Great Tree, became enraged.
The hunter punched Great Tree with one mighty blow.
Great Tree became Crooked Tree.
Would you please stop with that Crooked Tree shit, Jerry? My name is Wovoka.
Wovoka? Everybody calls you Jerry.
Wovoka.
Is Ed in the trailer or not? If anything, I'm the hunter in the story.
The hunter broke his fist.
Could never jerk his dick off right again.
[laughs.]
[coyotes howling.]
Ed? I know you Indians are supposed to have supersonic vision and all that shit.
Here.
With technology being as it is What the fuck is this? The key.
The key to being four million dollars richer.
[murmuring.]
[door slams.]
[sighs.]
I can't believe you're still seeing him.
Were you spying on me? You were screwing him in front of the fucking house.
We were not screwing.
Bullshit.
Tonight was the first time.
Oh, since you're 18, now it's fine to let a pedophile fuck you in the front seat of his car? God, the things you say, Mom.
In the street in his 2002 fucking Honda really romantic.
It was not a Honda, Mom.
[in exaggerated Boston accent.]
It was a fucking Prius.
Real comfy one too.
Seats go back nice and far.
Don't you fucking mock me.
[in normal accent.]
It was romantic, Ma.
[in exaggerated Boston accent.]
Fucking all night long and he's got a wicked pisser horse cock.
I'll slap your fucking mouth.
[in normal accent.]
I did not come back home for this bullshit.
[Abby.]
Bridget, don't you walk away from me! Bridget, come back here! [sighs.]
Greg, come get me.
I'm so fucking done here.
What was that all about? Bridget was outside fucking in a Honda.
What? It was Donellen.
You gonna go down there? [breathing heavily.]
What the fuck? Are you counting to ten? - She's 18 now.
- What? If we fight her, it'll only make it worse.
[door opens.]
Thank God.
She's home.
Will you please go down and talk to her? Bridge? [tense music.]
[wind whistles.]
[floorboard creaking faintly.]
[grunting.]
[glass shatters.]
[grunting.]
[gunshot, glass shattering.]
[quick breathing.]
[beeping.]
[panting and groaning.]
Fuck me.
Fuck! [both grunting.]
[gunshot.]
[panting.]
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my God.
[panting.]
[groaning.]
Okay.
[breath hitching.]
Is he dead? Oh, my God.
- Give me the gun, sweetheart.
- [whimpers.]
It's all right.
It's okay.
- Fuck.
- You're all right.
- [panting.]
- You're all right.
It's okay.
- Go back upstairs, baby.
- [footsteps approaching.]
Go Abby.
The Armenians? Go see if there's a car out there.
[Conor.]
Yo, who's watching TV? I'm trying to sleep up here.
Go back to bed, bud.
I'll keep it down.
I'm sorry.
I'll turn it down.
[phone beeping.]
[line trilling.]
Avi, I need you to come to my house.
Now.
[Ed.]
So what do these do? [Mickey.]
Oh, no, d-don't turn it on.
The light'll blind you.
Here.
[coyote howling.]
[Mickey.]
Now turn it on.
- [Ed.]
Whoa.
- [Mickey laughs.]
See? Genius.
I don't get it.
Tomorrow night, in the middle of the party, we cut the power.
Then, during the pandemonium, we go in with these, see? We grab the horseshoe, and we're out before anyone is the wiser.
Holy shit.
Yeah.
So how do we know when to cut the power? Oh, I got someone inside who's gonna give us a signal.
Who, Sylvie? Don't worry about that.
What we got to worry about is how we kill the lights.
I got a buddy did the electrical over at the remodel at Buffalo Bill's.
Perfect.
Tell him we'll give him 25 grand for an hour of his time.
Okay, so we cut the power, we go in, then Won't even need to shoot a bullet.
Then what? I got us rooms over in Jean at the Gold Strike.
We take the horseshoe.
We hide out there, split the money, go our separate ways.
[door creaks open.]
[Wokova.]
Dark as shit in here, man.
[Mickey.]
Ow! Jesus! Jerry, shit! Wovoka.
God, you dopey fucking Indian.
Can't we just call the police? [Avi.]
Ray, look the Vory tattoo on his neck.
Where's his car? It's up the street.
It's a food truck.
Drive it into the city.
Leave it running.
Get rid of Abby's gun.
Make sure it never turns up, Avi.
Okay.
He broke into our house, Ray.
We had every right.
[body thumps.]
[refrigerator door opens, glass clinking.]
Hey, kiddo.
You're not going to school today.
Why? It's your sister's birthday.
We're having a little, uh, party.
Fuck yeah.
I had a math test today I was totally gonna shit the bed on.
- Oh, yeah? - What's up, y'all? Yo, I don't have to go to school 'cause it's Bridge's birthday.
Lucky man.
Hey, Terry, why don't you head over to the gym? See if you can round up Bunchy and Teresa.
I'm gonna go with Terry.
Lena, you want to take off with Abby and Conor? Uh, yeah, yeah.
Can we get some pizza? I'm fucking starving.
[Lena.]
Yeah, whatever you want.
I'm staying with you, Ray.
Abby.
I'm going to pick up Bridget with you.
All right.
[grunts.]
[tires screeching.]
[car doors slam.]
Chip, this is Pinkie.
Pinkie, this is Chip.
Pinkie? That's an unusual name.
Like, well, you know, actually, like, m-my name is Pinkie-Toe Josephine Melcher III, and the reason that my dads and his dads was named Pinkie-Toe Josephine Melcher I and II, receptively, is 'cause, you know, like, when they was born, just, like, their pinkie toes stuck out to the side like that.
Oh.
Ed tells me that you're familiar with the casino's wiring.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Like, helped do, like, the whole system you know, me and the crew, that is.
Yes, sir.
That I did.
Like, I was on the crew, sir.
- That's good.
- And, you know, actually, like, when I was in school and people would fuck with me you know, they'd be like, "Oh, your name Pinkie.
You a fucking faggot.
" I'd be like, "Oh, okay.
" Bam! And then they'd be like, "Oh," you know, like, "Oh, I, like, pissed my pussy.
" And I was like, "Mm.
" Ed, may I speak to you a second? Yeah.
I don't think this is our guy.
[metal music playing loudly from earbuds.]
Who else are we gonna get by tonight? He knows the electric.
Fine.
Fine.
But we pay him after.
Muncie, call me.
[phone beeps.]
Abby? Dog's upset.
We should go.
Where's Avi taking the body? Don't think about it.
Don't think about it? We're gonna take care of this, Abby.
Who is he? Doesn't matter.
I shot that man in the head in our fucking kitchen.
It matters, Ray.
[shaky breathing.]
He's with the Russian mob.
What does that have to do with us? With me, Abs only with me.
But it's us now.
What are you involved in, Ray? When you got shot, what really happened? - Abby.
- Just tell me.
Just fucking tell me now.
[sighs.]
Mickey got in over his head with an Armenian family in Glendale.
Snitched to the police to protect himself.
Snitched on who? First the Armenians, then a Russian they were in business with.
But what does that have to do with us? The Armenians found out.
When Terry got shot, that was retribution.
They weren't gonna stop, Abby, so we decided to go after them ourselves.
What do you mean, you went after them? We killed them.
Oh, my God.
[crying.]
Fuck me.
Sweetheart, look at me.
Look at me.
[sobbing.]
I'm gonna make this right.
You hear me? But we can't stay here right now.
How? This isn't a movie star, Ray.
This isn't some athlete on a coke bender.
I know, baby.
I know.
How are we ever gonna come home again? - Ray? - We got to go now, okay? Come on.
[Dog panting.]
When? [woman.]
Okay, honey, have fun! All right, tell Muncie I called.
You need to come with us, Bridge.
I can't believe that you would come over here like this.
I'm an adult.
He's an adult.
Get in the car now.
You said that things would be different.
You said that you'd changed.
I really think we should all talk about this.
Come inside.
Have a cup of coffee.
I love your daughter.
Look, Bridge, I know you're 18 now.
I know I promised things would be different.
Why is the dog in the car? [neighbors chattering.]
Dad, what's going on? You need to come with us now, Bridge.
Mr.
Donovan, please Bridget! [car doors shut, engine turns over.]
[chill music.]
[man.]
[shouts in Spanish.]
[band playing Electric Light Orchestra's "Livin' Thing".]
Making believe this is what you've conceived From your worst day Oh, moving in line when you look back in time To your first day And you And your sweet desire You took me Oh, higher and higher, baby It's a livin' thing What a terrible thing to lose You guys in there.
Right in here.
Keep the door closed, sweetheart.
I'll be right back.
Conor's in 221 with me, Bunchy and the pregnant one in 222, and black one's in there.
Where's Terry? He wouldn't come.
What? Oh, motherfucker.
[Daryll.]
Yo.
Where the fuck is Terry? He wouldn't come.
He said it's his club, he's the oldest, and fuck you.
You left him there? Ray, he was pulling out guns and shit.
I was like, "Fuck that," and I bounced.
Fucking Teresa made me come.
- I want to go back to the club.
- [Teresa.]
Brendan, get in here! Get back in your fucking room, Bunch, now.
[Teresa.]
Get the fuck in here.
- Go back and get him.
- Ray, he said I don't give a fuck what he said.
You go back and get him now.
- [Mickey.]
And that's all.
- [Sylvie.]
That's all? [Mickey.]
Yeah, send a text, do a little little acting.
The rest is up to me.
How do you know that money's even real? Oh, it's real.
I'm singing.
I got you.
I don't want to risk it.
You're too talented for this place.
I like this place.
Don't get me wrong.
Primm has its charms, but Boston I think we could have a good life there.
Give me a chance.
You won't regret it.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Fuck.
[sobs.]
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Thy kingdom fuck.
[sighs.]
[Abby.]
No.
No fuck him.
He broke into my fucking house.
Fuck.
- Mom? - Yeah? Okay.
Yeah? What's really happening? Nothing, Bridge.
[sniffs.]
Don't worry about it.
So you dragged me away from my boyfriend on my 18th birthday for nothing? That's a good name for a pervert: "boyfriend.
" [sighs.]
You know what? He's smart, and he's sweet, and we laugh all the time, and he cares about me, and you don't know what that's like.
What? And the age difference isn't even that much.
It's only 16 years.
I mean, if I was 30 and he was 46, it wouldn't be weird.
It wouldn't.
Well, by the time you want to have kids, he's gonna be too old.
I'm not having kids.
Bridge, don't say that.
I'm not passing on our crazy genes to some poor child.
No way.
Just [whiskey pouring.]
Really hurts my fucking feelings.
Oh, my God.
You don't want to have kids because you don't want them to wind up like me.
[indistinct speech from TV.]
Are you gonna tell me the truth about what's really going on here or not? [news reporter speaking on TV.]
[door shuts.]
[Ray.]
Daryll, did you get him? [Daryll.]
He isn't leaving.
You tell him I told you to get the fuck out of there.
He ain't leaving, Ray.
Neither am I.
Fucking idiots.
Muncie! [pounding on door.]
[melancholy music.]
[somber music.]
Jesus.
[phone dials.]
I need you to get me to see Belikov.
[Lena.]
He's in jail, Ray.
What do you want me to do? I don't care what you do.
Call Steve Davis.
Call fucking Frank Barnes if you have to, but get me in there.
[knocking at door.]
[Abby.]
It's me.
You two, out I need to talk to Bridge.
[door shuts.]
A man was killed at the house this morning, and your father thinks more people may be coming for him.
Dad killed a guy? Oh, my God, and you saw? I killed a guy.
It was me.
He broke into our house and he attacked your father, and I shot him in the head.
And you didn't call the police? - No.
- You think that's okay? It's how we're doing it.
Jesus, Mom.
You killed someone? Jesus.
Bridget.
Don't say another word.
[indistinct speech over PA.]
[door slams shut.]
How much to call your guys off? What? What do I got to do to make this go away? I don't know what you're talking about.
Muncie was calling the shots.
I had no choice.
Please, just tell me what I need to do.
[sighs.]
You're talking to the wrong man, asshole.
Who is the right man? Blizok lokotok, da ne ukusish.
What the fuck is that? Your elbow is close, yet you cannot bite it.
Who's the right man? [speaking Russian.]
[yelling.]
- [officer.]
Come on.
- [Belikov.]
You're a dead man! You're a dead man! [Belikov.]
You're fucked! You're fucked! [door slams.]
[Daryll.]
Do you think they're coming? [Terry.]
It's getting dark soon.
Ah, I'll be back by the fire.
That's where the pussy is by the fire.
That's William Demarest.
He's in every fucking Western.
What, you don't know who William Demarest is? Nah.
You ever seen a Western? Nah, man, I don't be watching them shits.
Stagecoach? True Grit? No.
Hey, Terry, can I ask you something? What? Do you look at me like a brother? What? Like an actual brother? Sure.
I don't think you do.
- Sure I do.
- It's 'cause I'm black.
W-we got different mothers.
Yeah, and you guys treat me like a stranger because of it.
You know, there'd be some days I used to think I was just another white guy.
I fucking grew up in Palm Springs with some of the whitest people in the world.
Wait, you want to be white? Hell no, I don't want to be white.
So what the fuck are you talking about? I'm saying that it's fucked up.
My father's an Irish Catholic, my mom's black, and my stepdad's Jewish.
So what? [sighs.]
That's easy for you to say.
Oh, what, you think I drew the fucking lucky straw? Look at me.
"Hold it.
Next man makes a move, the nigger gets it.
" Blazing Saddles.
You ain't seen Blazing Saddles? Oh, man don't you ever talk to me about movie trivia unless you've seen Blazing Saddles.
"Hold it, men.
I don't think he's bluffing.
Listen to him, men.
I think he's crazy enough to do it.
" "Drop it or I swear I'll blow this nigger's head all over this town.
" "Oh, Lordy Lord, he's getting desperate.
Do what he say.
" [together.]
"Do what he say.
" You did see it.
[door creaks.]
Here we go.
Hands! Motherfucking hands! Put the fucking gun down.
Put it down.
Oh, shit.
We didn't know.
- You told me to come here.
- I swear we didn't know.
- No, man, go fuck yourself.
- Damon! Go fuck yourself! You fucking punk! - Kid's fast.
- I know.
Fuck.
Ain't he? [Ray.]
You got anything? Yeah, I'm looking at Belikov's visitors log, and there's only one repeat on here.
It's Jacob Waller.
He's been here two, three easily half a dozen times.
You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.
I'm looking right at it.
All right.
[indistinct speech on TV.]
So Mom really put a bullet through that fucking guy's head? Yep.
- [Avi grunts.]
- Hey, Avi.
- Yes? - Can I hold your gun? [Bridget.]
Why? 'Cause it's fucking sick.
No.
- Come on, Avi.
- No! What do you want to be, Conor? What do you mean? With your life what do you want to be? Fucking gangster, like Dad.
Your father's not a gangster.
Fuck yeah, he is.
You see his car, his clothes? You know nothing.
You are not going to be a criminal.
No.
You know why he does what he does? Skrilla, yo.
[scoffs.]
Shut your black talk mouth.
You and your sister that's why.
So that you don't have to do what he does what his father did.
And when I'm blessed with a child, he'll never even see a gun.
No fucking way.
And you neither.
You have to go to school, get into hedge funds.
I'm not gonna be a gardener, dude.
Hedge funds are money, boy.
Skrilla, yo.
Yeah, whatever.
Mr.
Donovan? You represent Ivan Belikov? Well, I'm afraid that's none of your business.
What's his connection to Sonia Kovitzky? There is no connection.
Ms.
Kovitzky's an art dealer, and Mr.
Belikov An art dealer who has a problem at the port just like Belikov.
Coincidence, I'm sure.
Aah! Oh, my God! What's her connection to Belikov? [screams.]
Does she work for Belikov? I got fucking people coming after my family.
How are they connected? Please, no.
Please Stop! Stop! No! [cheering and shouting.]
[woman.]
Good job, girls.
Bring it home! [cheering.]
[man.]
Yeah! Way to go! Hooray! Great goal! Way to go, girls.
[indistinct.]
Way to go.
Whoo! I didn't realize you had a child at this school.
I don't.
I was being facetious, Mr.
Donovan.
I would know if you did.
Come with me to the concession stand.
We can get a snack.
My treat.
I ran into your lawyer today at County.
My attorney how is he? He told me a few things.
He did? That seems out of character.
What was the topic of conversation? You.
You and Belikov.
You want a cupcake? Two, please.
They have the greatest baking club here.
They make the most amazing stuff.
It's not just art, is it? It's drugs, girls Belikov runs your whole operation.
Look, I didn't even know.
Cops don't know anything either.
Muncie's gone.
Please.
I'll keep my mouth shut.
Just keep my family out of it.
Do your kids play soccer? - Can we cut the bullshit? - Do they? - My son did.
- It's a nice sport.
Still, I worry about head trauma.
All those little concussions.
I can get him out.
Who? Belikov what if I can get him out? Why would you want to do that? I need a week.
A week is a very long time.
What if I cover your losses? Mr.
Waller will send you a bill.
[Mickey.]
You know the best thing about Boston? What? I got this old buddy, Mickey Donovan.
He'll be there waiting for us.
You're gonna love him.
Is that your real name? Yeah.
[gun clicking.]
Have you thought any more about what we talked about? Yeah.
Zip me up.
Thank you.
And? And now that we've been properly introduced, I'll do it, Mickey Donovan.
[knocking at door.]
[door creaks.]
Where's your mother? I don't know.
In her room? Fuck.
[Avi.]
Abby's not here.
- What? - [Avi.]
She's not here.
Fuck.
[suspenseful music.]
[line trilling.]
Abby, where the fuck are you? Call me back.
[safe beeping.]
[computer beeps.]
[Electric Light Orchestra's Telephone Line plays.]
Hola? Como estas? Has estado bien todas esas solitarias Solitarias, solitarias, solitarias noches? Eso es lo que diria et diria todo - Hey.
Hey, how are you? - Good.
Si descolgaras el telefono Si, si, si Hey How you feeling? When you get the signal, you cut the power.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Then you just walk away.
Nothing more.
[Pinkie.]
You're gonna pay me 25 grand for that? [Mickey.]
Sure.
What is it? Look at that.
- That's a good sign.
- [Mickey.]
Oh, you think? [Pinkie.]
Yeah.
Ed's got the eighth sense, bro.
- What? - He can sense poon.
What are six and seven? Losing lottery numbers and bitches with herpes, yo.
- Come on, hit that.
Yeah.
- It's time.
[metal clanking.]
[Little Bill.]
Hey, bring that over here.
- [woman 1.]
Oh, wow! - [woman 2.]
Look at that.
[Little Bill.]
Thank you all for coming.
- [applause.]
- [man.]
Yeah! - [audience member.]
Whoo! - [audience member.]
All right.
[audience member.]
Whoo! Thirty-five years ago, my daddy, Big Bill Primm, put four million U.
S.
dollars inside this big old green horseshoe.
It's been a part of Primm's history.
In fact, it put Primm on the map.
Now, tonight, we're gonna take things a bit further.
See, we're gonna break this thing open, and we're gonna use this money to build the greatest Native American museum and cultural arts center in the world in our town.
Now, those of you who know me also know my nanny, Algoma.
She raised me since I was a little baby.
Algoma means, "Valley of the flower," and she is my beautiful flower.
She taught me the history of her people Here we go.
And shared her pain with me.
She told me of the genocides, of the massacres and the chopping, and the subsequent alcoholism that well we owe these people a tremendous debt.
[cheering and applause.]
Anyway, that's my goal, and without further ado, Algoma, with this [phone chimes and buzzes.]
[Little Bill Primm.]
ceremonial tomahawk, we're gonna we're gonna break this thing open and use this money for good.
Do the honors, ma'am.
Come on.
[all gasp and exclaim.]
Go, go, go, go.
[man.]
Use the generator, somebody.
[panicked shouting and chatter.]
Twenty-six Mississippi, 27 Mississippi, 28 Mississippi, 29 Mississippi.
[Mickey.]
No, Ed, keep the goggles on.
It's not time yet.
[power surges on.]
[Mickey.]
Oh, shit! [panicked shouts.]
Move, people! Move! [screaming.]
[muttering.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
You thought about that house in Panorama City? [grunting and fighting on TV.]
I don't want to move to the Valley.
There's a lot of Mexicans out there.
Are you fucking kidding me? You're gonna say that to me today, while I'm locked down in the middle of some fucking Irish war? I should've never left Terry and Daryll.
What's your fucking problem? You're where you have to be, looking out for your family.
Oh, leave me alone, Teresa.
Leave you alone.
All you do is leave me alone.
You'd rather I fuck a toy.
Come on, leave me alone.
You know what? I should fuck you with this.
Fuck you.
Look who's angry.
Yeah, fuck you.
- How angry are you, baby? - Fuck you.
- Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah.
Say it like you mean it! Fuck you! About time that cock got hard.
[grunting.]
[moaning.]
[sedate music over supermarket PA.]
[clears throat.]
What're you doing? Bridge and I got in a fight.
Yeah? She said she doesn't want to have kids.
You fought about that? I don't know.
We just fucking fought.
[clears throat.]
[groans.]
You took care of it? How? Doesn't matter.
I think we're past that now, Ray.
I paid 'em off.
What'd that cost? Everything we got.
I'm sorry, Abs.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I don't care.
I don't care about any of it not the house or the money.
You know that, right? Yeah.
I just want to be with you.
That's it.
Always have.
And still do.
[sighs.]
Yeah, me too.
[somber music.]
Since we're handing out bad news I had a mammogram, right? What? And there was some shit in my breasts, so I had a biopsy and and and an MRI.
Wait a minute.
It's not terrible, Ray.
It's just so fucking confusing.
It's it's something called stage zero breast cancer.
But the doctor says that I have to have mastectomies and radiation.
[exhales.]
We'll fix it.
You understand me? We will fucking fix it.
I'm not gonna do it.
What are you talking about? I am not gonna treat something that may not even be there, Ray.
I'm not even ever going back to the fucking doctor.
The hell you're not.
[sniffs.]
You can fix what happened today, but the rest is up to me, okay? Don't be scared.
- [moaning.]
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
- You like that? - Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ah! - Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
See, I knew this would hurt you.
[groans.]
No, you dumb fuck.
It's a contraction.
[groaning.]
Teresa's having the baby.
She's having the fucking baby.
She's having it.
Okay, calm down.
Calm down.
It will be fine.
- We got to go right now.
- No, I can't let you go.
I have to get in touch with Ray.
- Fuck you.
- [grunting.]
- Come on.
- Please.
Please, I can deliver a child.
Get the fuck out of our way, asshole.
Okay, I'll get some hot water, some towels please! I'm not having a fucking baby here.
- Teresa's having the baby.
- Whoa, whoa.
All right, I'll come with you.
I'm the baby's father, Ray.
I can do this alone.
- All right, go.
- [Teresa shouting.]
- Fuck.
- [Teresa moaning.]
Take this to Waller.
Make sure he gets it tonight.
- Okay.
- [Teresa shouting.]
[wind whistling.]
Sylvie.
Sylvie.
I've come to say good-bye.
What the hell are you doing out here? Baby, come inside.
People are looking for you.
They took the fucking money.
They took the money.
Ed and Pinkie took it all, but I'm gonna get it back.
Okay, look, just stop talking crazy.
Of course Fucking Jerry kept telling me I was a crooked tree that I'm cursed.
Shh.
Wait, wait.
Shh, shh.
No, no, no, no.
Yeah, maybe, but someone's gonna pay.
No, baby.
Shh.
You're not cursed.
Shit just went bad, that's all.
Now we got to get you hid.
We will figure something out, all right? I can't stay here.
No, you motherfucker.
Don't you leave me.
I don't want to take you down with me.
Let me decide if you're taking me down or not.
Oh, come on, baby.
Honey, maybe maybe it ain't so bad being a crooked tree.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
'Cause when those guys when they come to cut down that forest, they take the tall, straight ones.
They leave the crooked ones alone.
Sweetheart You will be the last one standing, daddy.
You and me.
Good-bye, beautiful.
I'll be in touch.
[sighs.]
[all.]
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Dear Bridget Happy birthday to you Hey.
[indistinct muttering.]
[phone chimes.]
[Electric Light Orchestra's "Livin' Thing".]
Oh, ho, look at you.
Look at you.
[chuckling.]
Look at you, the new star of the family.
Here, I'll put you up here with the other stars.
[upbeat music.]
Oh, you're so beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Like magic Oh, rolling and riding And slipping and sliding It's magic
Previously on Ray Donovan [Mickey.]
Inside the casino, there's a gorgeous green horseshoe filled with four million in cash.
No one's even watching it.
Your bus is leaving.
Jesus, Teresa, come I got to open up the club.
You got to get over your shit and make love to me, Brendan.
[Ray.]
I want you to come home now.
Your mother misses you, Bridge.
I miss you.
[Abby.]
I have breast cancer.
They want to cut my tits off.
Stage zero I mean, isn't that everybody? Isn't everybody fucking stage zero? - [Ray.]
What's up? - Huh? - You called me.
- Oh, yeah, I forgot.
I it doesn't matter.
[Avi.]
The black cop, Muncie they're going to charge him with the Minassian thing.
[Muncie.]
You know he's gonna turn on you the moment I offer him a deal.
That's why you're here.
You want Belikov.
Give me one day.
[Belikov grunting, choking.]
[Ray.]
I need the guns we used at the Minassians' place.
You want to give the murder weapons to the cops? Put the Minassians on Belikov, Mickey walks.
[Ray.]
45's got his fingerprints on it.
There's a duffel of guns in the ceiling.
Ballistics will match it to the Minassians.
Eight counts of homicide's gonna stick a lot better than a trafficking charge.
Tell me it'll all be better now.
[Dramatic music.]
[sirens wail.]
[man.]
Come on.
Get up.
[police officers.]
[speaking Russian.]
This way.
[police officers.]
[speaking Russian.]
Poor babies.
[girl sobs.]
[speaking Russian.]
[tense music.]
[crickets chirping.]
[dog barking.]
[footsteps approaching.]
- Still not home? - No.
Do you remember that song you played on the way to the hospital? No.
When Bridget was born, the CD you put in in the car.
I don't remember.
Summer breeze makes me feel fine Oh, God, that's awful.
[laughing.]
Do you remember that little Korean doctor? Yeah.
What was his name? I don't know.
You were squeezing my hand so hard.
I thought you were gonna break my knuckles.
[sighs.]
I can't believe she's 18.
- Yeah.
- Our baby.
Did we do our best? You did.
You're a great mom.
[sighs.]
It's the only job I ever had, and now it's almost over.
No, it's not.
When I was 18, I was up and out of the house.
So were you.
It's over.
It's not over.
Go to sleep, Abs.
[tires squeaking.]
She's here.
[moaning, heavy breathing.]
[moaning continues.]
[somber music.]
Is Ed in the trailer? The hunter, tangled in the root of Great Tree, became enraged.
The hunter punched Great Tree with one mighty blow.
Great Tree became Crooked Tree.
Would you please stop with that Crooked Tree shit, Jerry? My name is Wovoka.
Wovoka? Everybody calls you Jerry.
Wovoka.
Is Ed in the trailer or not? If anything, I'm the hunter in the story.
The hunter broke his fist.
Could never jerk his dick off right again.
[laughs.]
[coyotes howling.]
Ed? I know you Indians are supposed to have supersonic vision and all that shit.
Here.
With technology being as it is What the fuck is this? The key.
The key to being four million dollars richer.
[murmuring.]
[door slams.]
[sighs.]
I can't believe you're still seeing him.
Were you spying on me? You were screwing him in front of the fucking house.
We were not screwing.
Bullshit.
Tonight was the first time.
Oh, since you're 18, now it's fine to let a pedophile fuck you in the front seat of his car? God, the things you say, Mom.
In the street in his 2002 fucking Honda really romantic.
It was not a Honda, Mom.
[in exaggerated Boston accent.]
It was a fucking Prius.
Real comfy one too.
Seats go back nice and far.
Don't you fucking mock me.
[in normal accent.]
It was romantic, Ma.
[in exaggerated Boston accent.]
Fucking all night long and he's got a wicked pisser horse cock.
I'll slap your fucking mouth.
[in normal accent.]
I did not come back home for this bullshit.
[Abby.]
Bridget, don't you walk away from me! Bridget, come back here! [sighs.]
Greg, come get me.
I'm so fucking done here.
What was that all about? Bridget was outside fucking in a Honda.
What? It was Donellen.
You gonna go down there? [breathing heavily.]
What the fuck? Are you counting to ten? - She's 18 now.
- What? If we fight her, it'll only make it worse.
[door opens.]
Thank God.
She's home.
Will you please go down and talk to her? Bridge? [tense music.]
[wind whistles.]
[floorboard creaking faintly.]
[grunting.]
[glass shatters.]
[grunting.]
[gunshot, glass shattering.]
[quick breathing.]
[beeping.]
[panting and groaning.]
Fuck me.
Fuck! [both grunting.]
[gunshot.]
[panting.]
Jesus Christ.
Oh, my God.
[panting.]
[groaning.]
Okay.
[breath hitching.]
Is he dead? Oh, my God.
- Give me the gun, sweetheart.
- [whimpers.]
It's all right.
It's okay.
- Fuck.
- You're all right.
- [panting.]
- You're all right.
It's okay.
- Go back upstairs, baby.
- [footsteps approaching.]
Go Abby.
The Armenians? Go see if there's a car out there.
[Conor.]
Yo, who's watching TV? I'm trying to sleep up here.
Go back to bed, bud.
I'll keep it down.
I'm sorry.
I'll turn it down.
[phone beeping.]
[line trilling.]
Avi, I need you to come to my house.
Now.
[Ed.]
So what do these do? [Mickey.]
Oh, no, d-don't turn it on.
The light'll blind you.
Here.
[coyote howling.]
[Mickey.]
Now turn it on.
- [Ed.]
Whoa.
- [Mickey laughs.]
See? Genius.
I don't get it.
Tomorrow night, in the middle of the party, we cut the power.
Then, during the pandemonium, we go in with these, see? We grab the horseshoe, and we're out before anyone is the wiser.
Holy shit.
Yeah.
So how do we know when to cut the power? Oh, I got someone inside who's gonna give us a signal.
Who, Sylvie? Don't worry about that.
What we got to worry about is how we kill the lights.
I got a buddy did the electrical over at the remodel at Buffalo Bill's.
Perfect.
Tell him we'll give him 25 grand for an hour of his time.
Okay, so we cut the power, we go in, then Won't even need to shoot a bullet.
Then what? I got us rooms over in Jean at the Gold Strike.
We take the horseshoe.
We hide out there, split the money, go our separate ways.
[door creaks open.]
[Wokova.]
Dark as shit in here, man.
[Mickey.]
Ow! Jesus! Jerry, shit! Wovoka.
God, you dopey fucking Indian.
Can't we just call the police? [Avi.]
Ray, look the Vory tattoo on his neck.
Where's his car? It's up the street.
It's a food truck.
Drive it into the city.
Leave it running.
Get rid of Abby's gun.
Make sure it never turns up, Avi.
Okay.
He broke into our house, Ray.
We had every right.
[body thumps.]
[refrigerator door opens, glass clinking.]
Hey, kiddo.
You're not going to school today.
Why? It's your sister's birthday.
We're having a little, uh, party.
Fuck yeah.
I had a math test today I was totally gonna shit the bed on.
- Oh, yeah? - What's up, y'all? Yo, I don't have to go to school 'cause it's Bridge's birthday.
Lucky man.
Hey, Terry, why don't you head over to the gym? See if you can round up Bunchy and Teresa.
I'm gonna go with Terry.
Lena, you want to take off with Abby and Conor? Uh, yeah, yeah.
Can we get some pizza? I'm fucking starving.
[Lena.]
Yeah, whatever you want.
I'm staying with you, Ray.
Abby.
I'm going to pick up Bridget with you.
All right.
[grunts.]
[tires screeching.]
[car doors slam.]
Chip, this is Pinkie.
Pinkie, this is Chip.
Pinkie? That's an unusual name.
Like, well, you know, actually, like, m-my name is Pinkie-Toe Josephine Melcher III, and the reason that my dads and his dads was named Pinkie-Toe Josephine Melcher I and II, receptively, is 'cause, you know, like, when they was born, just, like, their pinkie toes stuck out to the side like that.
Oh.
Ed tells me that you're familiar with the casino's wiring.
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Like, helped do, like, the whole system you know, me and the crew, that is.
Yes, sir.
That I did.
Like, I was on the crew, sir.
- That's good.
- And, you know, actually, like, when I was in school and people would fuck with me you know, they'd be like, "Oh, your name Pinkie.
You a fucking faggot.
" I'd be like, "Oh, okay.
" Bam! And then they'd be like, "Oh," you know, like, "Oh, I, like, pissed my pussy.
" And I was like, "Mm.
" Ed, may I speak to you a second? Yeah.
I don't think this is our guy.
[metal music playing loudly from earbuds.]
Who else are we gonna get by tonight? He knows the electric.
Fine.
Fine.
But we pay him after.
Muncie, call me.
[phone beeps.]
Abby? Dog's upset.
We should go.
Where's Avi taking the body? Don't think about it.
Don't think about it? We're gonna take care of this, Abby.
Who is he? Doesn't matter.
I shot that man in the head in our fucking kitchen.
It matters, Ray.
[shaky breathing.]
He's with the Russian mob.
What does that have to do with us? With me, Abs only with me.
But it's us now.
What are you involved in, Ray? When you got shot, what really happened? - Abby.
- Just tell me.
Just fucking tell me now.
[sighs.]
Mickey got in over his head with an Armenian family in Glendale.
Snitched to the police to protect himself.
Snitched on who? First the Armenians, then a Russian they were in business with.
But what does that have to do with us? The Armenians found out.
When Terry got shot, that was retribution.
They weren't gonna stop, Abby, so we decided to go after them ourselves.
What do you mean, you went after them? We killed them.
Oh, my God.
[crying.]
Fuck me.
Sweetheart, look at me.
Look at me.
[sobbing.]
I'm gonna make this right.
You hear me? But we can't stay here right now.
How? This isn't a movie star, Ray.
This isn't some athlete on a coke bender.
I know, baby.
I know.
How are we ever gonna come home again? - Ray? - We got to go now, okay? Come on.
[Dog panting.]
When? [woman.]
Okay, honey, have fun! All right, tell Muncie I called.
You need to come with us, Bridge.
I can't believe that you would come over here like this.
I'm an adult.
He's an adult.
Get in the car now.
You said that things would be different.
You said that you'd changed.
I really think we should all talk about this.
Come inside.
Have a cup of coffee.
I love your daughter.
Look, Bridge, I know you're 18 now.
I know I promised things would be different.
Why is the dog in the car? [neighbors chattering.]
Dad, what's going on? You need to come with us now, Bridge.
Mr.
Donovan, please Bridget! [car doors shut, engine turns over.]
[chill music.]
[man.]
[shouts in Spanish.]
[band playing Electric Light Orchestra's "Livin' Thing".]
Making believe this is what you've conceived From your worst day Oh, moving in line when you look back in time To your first day And you And your sweet desire You took me Oh, higher and higher, baby It's a livin' thing What a terrible thing to lose You guys in there.
Right in here.
Keep the door closed, sweetheart.
I'll be right back.
Conor's in 221 with me, Bunchy and the pregnant one in 222, and black one's in there.
Where's Terry? He wouldn't come.
What? Oh, motherfucker.
[Daryll.]
Yo.
Where the fuck is Terry? He wouldn't come.
He said it's his club, he's the oldest, and fuck you.
You left him there? Ray, he was pulling out guns and shit.
I was like, "Fuck that," and I bounced.
Fucking Teresa made me come.
- I want to go back to the club.
- [Teresa.]
Brendan, get in here! Get back in your fucking room, Bunch, now.
[Teresa.]
Get the fuck in here.
- Go back and get him.
- Ray, he said I don't give a fuck what he said.
You go back and get him now.
- [Mickey.]
And that's all.
- [Sylvie.]
That's all? [Mickey.]
Yeah, send a text, do a little little acting.
The rest is up to me.
How do you know that money's even real? Oh, it's real.
I'm singing.
I got you.
I don't want to risk it.
You're too talented for this place.
I like this place.
Don't get me wrong.
Primm has its charms, but Boston I think we could have a good life there.
Give me a chance.
You won't regret it.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Fuck.
[sobs.]
Hail Mary, full of grace.
Thy kingdom fuck.
[sighs.]
[Abby.]
No.
No fuck him.
He broke into my fucking house.
Fuck.
- Mom? - Yeah? Okay.
Yeah? What's really happening? Nothing, Bridge.
[sniffs.]
Don't worry about it.
So you dragged me away from my boyfriend on my 18th birthday for nothing? That's a good name for a pervert: "boyfriend.
" [sighs.]
You know what? He's smart, and he's sweet, and we laugh all the time, and he cares about me, and you don't know what that's like.
What? And the age difference isn't even that much.
It's only 16 years.
I mean, if I was 30 and he was 46, it wouldn't be weird.
It wouldn't.
Well, by the time you want to have kids, he's gonna be too old.
I'm not having kids.
Bridge, don't say that.
I'm not passing on our crazy genes to some poor child.
No way.
Just [whiskey pouring.]
Really hurts my fucking feelings.
Oh, my God.
You don't want to have kids because you don't want them to wind up like me.
[indistinct speech from TV.]
Are you gonna tell me the truth about what's really going on here or not? [news reporter speaking on TV.]
[door shuts.]
[Ray.]
Daryll, did you get him? [Daryll.]
He isn't leaving.
You tell him I told you to get the fuck out of there.
He ain't leaving, Ray.
Neither am I.
Fucking idiots.
Muncie! [pounding on door.]
[melancholy music.]
[somber music.]
Jesus.
[phone dials.]
I need you to get me to see Belikov.
[Lena.]
He's in jail, Ray.
What do you want me to do? I don't care what you do.
Call Steve Davis.
Call fucking Frank Barnes if you have to, but get me in there.
[knocking at door.]
[Abby.]
It's me.
You two, out I need to talk to Bridge.
[door shuts.]
A man was killed at the house this morning, and your father thinks more people may be coming for him.
Dad killed a guy? Oh, my God, and you saw? I killed a guy.
It was me.
He broke into our house and he attacked your father, and I shot him in the head.
And you didn't call the police? - No.
- You think that's okay? It's how we're doing it.
Jesus, Mom.
You killed someone? Jesus.
Bridget.
Don't say another word.
[indistinct speech over PA.]
[door slams shut.]
How much to call your guys off? What? What do I got to do to make this go away? I don't know what you're talking about.
Muncie was calling the shots.
I had no choice.
Please, just tell me what I need to do.
[sighs.]
You're talking to the wrong man, asshole.
Who is the right man? Blizok lokotok, da ne ukusish.
What the fuck is that? Your elbow is close, yet you cannot bite it.
Who's the right man? [speaking Russian.]
[yelling.]
- [officer.]
Come on.
- [Belikov.]
You're a dead man! You're a dead man! [Belikov.]
You're fucked! You're fucked! [door slams.]
[Daryll.]
Do you think they're coming? [Terry.]
It's getting dark soon.
Ah, I'll be back by the fire.
That's where the pussy is by the fire.
That's William Demarest.
He's in every fucking Western.
What, you don't know who William Demarest is? Nah.
You ever seen a Western? Nah, man, I don't be watching them shits.
Stagecoach? True Grit? No.
Hey, Terry, can I ask you something? What? Do you look at me like a brother? What? Like an actual brother? Sure.
I don't think you do.
- Sure I do.
- It's 'cause I'm black.
W-we got different mothers.
Yeah, and you guys treat me like a stranger because of it.
You know, there'd be some days I used to think I was just another white guy.
I fucking grew up in Palm Springs with some of the whitest people in the world.
Wait, you want to be white? Hell no, I don't want to be white.
So what the fuck are you talking about? I'm saying that it's fucked up.
My father's an Irish Catholic, my mom's black, and my stepdad's Jewish.
So what? [sighs.]
That's easy for you to say.
Oh, what, you think I drew the fucking lucky straw? Look at me.
"Hold it.
Next man makes a move, the nigger gets it.
" Blazing Saddles.
You ain't seen Blazing Saddles? Oh, man don't you ever talk to me about movie trivia unless you've seen Blazing Saddles.
"Hold it, men.
I don't think he's bluffing.
Listen to him, men.
I think he's crazy enough to do it.
" "Drop it or I swear I'll blow this nigger's head all over this town.
" "Oh, Lordy Lord, he's getting desperate.
Do what he say.
" [together.]
"Do what he say.
" You did see it.
[door creaks.]
Here we go.
Hands! Motherfucking hands! Put the fucking gun down.
Put it down.
Oh, shit.
We didn't know.
- You told me to come here.
- I swear we didn't know.
- No, man, go fuck yourself.
- Damon! Go fuck yourself! You fucking punk! - Kid's fast.
- I know.
Fuck.
Ain't he? [Ray.]
You got anything? Yeah, I'm looking at Belikov's visitors log, and there's only one repeat on here.
It's Jacob Waller.
He's been here two, three easily half a dozen times.
You sure? Yeah, I'm sure.
I'm looking right at it.
All right.
[indistinct speech on TV.]
So Mom really put a bullet through that fucking guy's head? Yep.
- [Avi grunts.]
- Hey, Avi.
- Yes? - Can I hold your gun? [Bridget.]
Why? 'Cause it's fucking sick.
No.
- Come on, Avi.
- No! What do you want to be, Conor? What do you mean? With your life what do you want to be? Fucking gangster, like Dad.
Your father's not a gangster.
Fuck yeah, he is.
You see his car, his clothes? You know nothing.
You are not going to be a criminal.
No.
You know why he does what he does? Skrilla, yo.
[scoffs.]
Shut your black talk mouth.
You and your sister that's why.
So that you don't have to do what he does what his father did.
And when I'm blessed with a child, he'll never even see a gun.
No fucking way.
And you neither.
You have to go to school, get into hedge funds.
I'm not gonna be a gardener, dude.
Hedge funds are money, boy.
Skrilla, yo.
Yeah, whatever.
Mr.
Donovan? You represent Ivan Belikov? Well, I'm afraid that's none of your business.
What's his connection to Sonia Kovitzky? There is no connection.
Ms.
Kovitzky's an art dealer, and Mr.
Belikov An art dealer who has a problem at the port just like Belikov.
Coincidence, I'm sure.
Aah! Oh, my God! What's her connection to Belikov? [screams.]
Does she work for Belikov? I got fucking people coming after my family.
How are they connected? Please, no.
Please Stop! Stop! No! [cheering and shouting.]
[woman.]
Good job, girls.
Bring it home! [cheering.]
[man.]
Yeah! Way to go! Hooray! Great goal! Way to go, girls.
[indistinct.]
Way to go.
Whoo! I didn't realize you had a child at this school.
I don't.
I was being facetious, Mr.
Donovan.
I would know if you did.
Come with me to the concession stand.
We can get a snack.
My treat.
I ran into your lawyer today at County.
My attorney how is he? He told me a few things.
He did? That seems out of character.
What was the topic of conversation? You.
You and Belikov.
You want a cupcake? Two, please.
They have the greatest baking club here.
They make the most amazing stuff.
It's not just art, is it? It's drugs, girls Belikov runs your whole operation.
Look, I didn't even know.
Cops don't know anything either.
Muncie's gone.
Please.
I'll keep my mouth shut.
Just keep my family out of it.
Do your kids play soccer? - Can we cut the bullshit? - Do they? - My son did.
- It's a nice sport.
Still, I worry about head trauma.
All those little concussions.
I can get him out.
Who? Belikov what if I can get him out? Why would you want to do that? I need a week.
A week is a very long time.
What if I cover your losses? Mr.
Waller will send you a bill.
[Mickey.]
You know the best thing about Boston? What? I got this old buddy, Mickey Donovan.
He'll be there waiting for us.
You're gonna love him.
Is that your real name? Yeah.
[gun clicking.]
Have you thought any more about what we talked about? Yeah.
Zip me up.
Thank you.
And? And now that we've been properly introduced, I'll do it, Mickey Donovan.
[knocking at door.]
[door creaks.]
Where's your mother? I don't know.
In her room? Fuck.
[Avi.]
Abby's not here.
- What? - [Avi.]
She's not here.
Fuck.
[suspenseful music.]
[line trilling.]
Abby, where the fuck are you? Call me back.
[safe beeping.]
[computer beeps.]
[Electric Light Orchestra's Telephone Line plays.]
Hola? Como estas? Has estado bien todas esas solitarias Solitarias, solitarias, solitarias noches? Eso es lo que diria et diria todo - Hey.
Hey, how are you? - Good.
Si descolgaras el telefono Si, si, si Hey How you feeling? When you get the signal, you cut the power.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Then you just walk away.
Nothing more.
[Pinkie.]
You're gonna pay me 25 grand for that? [Mickey.]
Sure.
What is it? Look at that.
- That's a good sign.
- [Mickey.]
Oh, you think? [Pinkie.]
Yeah.
Ed's got the eighth sense, bro.
- What? - He can sense poon.
What are six and seven? Losing lottery numbers and bitches with herpes, yo.
- Come on, hit that.
Yeah.
- It's time.
[metal clanking.]
[Little Bill.]
Hey, bring that over here.
- [woman 1.]
Oh, wow! - [woman 2.]
Look at that.
[Little Bill.]
Thank you all for coming.
- [applause.]
- [man.]
Yeah! - [audience member.]
Whoo! - [audience member.]
All right.
[audience member.]
Whoo! Thirty-five years ago, my daddy, Big Bill Primm, put four million U.
S.
dollars inside this big old green horseshoe.
It's been a part of Primm's history.
In fact, it put Primm on the map.
Now, tonight, we're gonna take things a bit further.
See, we're gonna break this thing open, and we're gonna use this money to build the greatest Native American museum and cultural arts center in the world in our town.
Now, those of you who know me also know my nanny, Algoma.
She raised me since I was a little baby.
Algoma means, "Valley of the flower," and she is my beautiful flower.
She taught me the history of her people Here we go.
And shared her pain with me.
She told me of the genocides, of the massacres and the chopping, and the subsequent alcoholism that well we owe these people a tremendous debt.
[cheering and applause.]
Anyway, that's my goal, and without further ado, Algoma, with this [phone chimes and buzzes.]
[Little Bill Primm.]
ceremonial tomahawk, we're gonna we're gonna break this thing open and use this money for good.
Do the honors, ma'am.
Come on.
[all gasp and exclaim.]
Go, go, go, go.
[man.]
Use the generator, somebody.
[panicked shouting and chatter.]
Twenty-six Mississippi, 27 Mississippi, 28 Mississippi, 29 Mississippi.
[Mickey.]
No, Ed, keep the goggles on.
It's not time yet.
[power surges on.]
[Mickey.]
Oh, shit! [panicked shouts.]
Move, people! Move! [screaming.]
[muttering.]
[tires squealing.]
[suspenseful music.]
You thought about that house in Panorama City? [grunting and fighting on TV.]
I don't want to move to the Valley.
There's a lot of Mexicans out there.
Are you fucking kidding me? You're gonna say that to me today, while I'm locked down in the middle of some fucking Irish war? I should've never left Terry and Daryll.
What's your fucking problem? You're where you have to be, looking out for your family.
Oh, leave me alone, Teresa.
Leave you alone.
All you do is leave me alone.
You'd rather I fuck a toy.
Come on, leave me alone.
You know what? I should fuck you with this.
Fuck you.
Look who's angry.
Yeah, fuck you.
- How angry are you, baby? - Fuck you.
- Yeah? Yeah? - Yeah.
Say it like you mean it! Fuck you! About time that cock got hard.
[grunting.]
[moaning.]
[sedate music over supermarket PA.]
[clears throat.]
What're you doing? Bridge and I got in a fight.
Yeah? She said she doesn't want to have kids.
You fought about that? I don't know.
We just fucking fought.
[clears throat.]
[groans.]
You took care of it? How? Doesn't matter.
I think we're past that now, Ray.
I paid 'em off.
What'd that cost? Everything we got.
I'm sorry, Abs.
I'm so fucking sorry.
I don't care.
I don't care about any of it not the house or the money.
You know that, right? Yeah.
I just want to be with you.
That's it.
Always have.
And still do.
[sighs.]
Yeah, me too.
[somber music.]
Since we're handing out bad news I had a mammogram, right? What? And there was some shit in my breasts, so I had a biopsy and and and an MRI.
Wait a minute.
It's not terrible, Ray.
It's just so fucking confusing.
It's it's something called stage zero breast cancer.
But the doctor says that I have to have mastectomies and radiation.
[exhales.]
We'll fix it.
You understand me? We will fucking fix it.
I'm not gonna do it.
What are you talking about? I am not gonna treat something that may not even be there, Ray.
I'm not even ever going back to the fucking doctor.
The hell you're not.
[sniffs.]
You can fix what happened today, but the rest is up to me, okay? Don't be scared.
- [moaning.]
- Oh, yeah.
- Oh, yeah.
- You like that? - Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.
- Ah! - Oh, oh, I'm sorry.
See, I knew this would hurt you.
[groans.]
No, you dumb fuck.
It's a contraction.
[groaning.]
Teresa's having the baby.
She's having the fucking baby.
She's having it.
Okay, calm down.
Calm down.
It will be fine.
- We got to go right now.
- No, I can't let you go.
I have to get in touch with Ray.
- Fuck you.
- [grunting.]
- Come on.
- Please.
Please, I can deliver a child.
Get the fuck out of our way, asshole.
Okay, I'll get some hot water, some towels please! I'm not having a fucking baby here.
- Teresa's having the baby.
- Whoa, whoa.
All right, I'll come with you.
I'm the baby's father, Ray.
I can do this alone.
- All right, go.
- [Teresa shouting.]
- Fuck.
- [Teresa moaning.]
Take this to Waller.
Make sure he gets it tonight.
- Okay.
- [Teresa shouting.]
[wind whistling.]
Sylvie.
Sylvie.
I've come to say good-bye.
What the hell are you doing out here? Baby, come inside.
People are looking for you.
They took the fucking money.
They took the money.
Ed and Pinkie took it all, but I'm gonna get it back.
Okay, look, just stop talking crazy.
Of course Fucking Jerry kept telling me I was a crooked tree that I'm cursed.
Shh.
Wait, wait.
Shh, shh.
No, no, no, no.
Yeah, maybe, but someone's gonna pay.
No, baby.
Shh.
You're not cursed.
Shit just went bad, that's all.
Now we got to get you hid.
We will figure something out, all right? I can't stay here.
No, you motherfucker.
Don't you leave me.
I don't want to take you down with me.
Let me decide if you're taking me down or not.
Oh, come on, baby.
Honey, maybe maybe it ain't so bad being a crooked tree.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
'Cause when those guys when they come to cut down that forest, they take the tall, straight ones.
They leave the crooked ones alone.
Sweetheart You will be the last one standing, daddy.
You and me.
Good-bye, beautiful.
I'll be in touch.
[sighs.]
[all.]
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday Dear Bridget Happy birthday to you Hey.
[indistinct muttering.]
[phone chimes.]
[Electric Light Orchestra's "Livin' Thing".]
Oh, ho, look at you.
Look at you.
[chuckling.]
Look at you, the new star of the family.
Here, I'll put you up here with the other stars.
[upbeat music.]
Oh, you're so beautiful.
You're beautiful.
Like magic Oh, rolling and riding And slipping and sliding It's magic