Ray Donovan s05e03 Episode Script
Dogwalker
1 [Ray.]
Previously on Ray Donovan Ray! [gasps.]
[tires screech.]
[crashing.]
[ambient dramatic music.]
[Lena.]
Natalie James is here.
[Ray over phone.]
Who brought her? Nobody.
She came alone.
[woman on TV.]
The pictures of The Waterfall star were taken during a trip to Jamaica, but no word yet on who leaked them.
I'm afraid to go home.
I'm taking my things.
I'm taking my dog, and I'm leaving.
Give me my dog! Fucking over my dead body you take our dog.
[Landry.]
Thanks for getting here so quickly.
So what's the problem? This.
It's coming out by day's end.
- [Ray.]
Is this true? - [Landry.]
Unfortunately, it is.
And she's been spending company money, trying to fund her personal wars.
You know Tom and Vicky? All relevant and Pacific-pertaining materials in their possession must be returned.
[Vicky.]
What are the terms? Landry gave me two bags, 500 in each.
You get the same every year moving forward.
[Vicky.]
That's all of it.
Winslow's not fit, Ray.
What she does, the way she does things.
Do you think that there's a moral to this story, Mr.
Donovan? Don't get pushed out.
I went back for Pepper.
And he Can you help me? I shot him.
We started fighting.
We were in the living room, and, um I don't fucking know.
We ended up upstairs.
And, um, he came at me.
And I grabbed his gun, and and then I-I just I lost it.
[breathes shakily.]
Because he he attacked me, Ray.
He attacked me.
Did you kill him? [soft dramatic music.]
I went back for Pepper.
[scoffs.]
And do you know what he was doing when I went inside? He was jerking off into a pair of my panties.
Fucking freak.
Natalie.
Yes.
[exhales.]
Yeah, I killed him.
[door opens.]
[Mickey.]
Ray-Ray.
Where'd you go? It got good after you left.
Those cops can party.
Oh, excuse me, son.
I didn't know you had company.
I need you to stay here and keep an eye on her.
Can you do that for me, Mick? Sure, you got it.
Natalie, this is my father, Mick.
[Ray.]
He's gonna stay with you, all right? [door opens.]
I had a drink or two.
[soft chuckle.]
There was a little, uh, mix-up down at the bar, a little donnybrook.
Cops versus robbers.
[soft grunt.]
[soft chuckle.]
I can still snap a head or two.
You know, [imitates fists whooshing.]
[Mickey sniffs.]
But it all It all turned out Turned out good.
Would you like a drink? No.
Thank you.
Something to eat? Got some nice chicken pot pies from Ralph's.
Well, here's to a long and happy life.
[ominous music.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
- Ah! - [grunts.]
Oh! [grunts.]
Ah! Motherfucker.
Ah! [panting.]
[grunting.]
Aah-ow! [grunts.]
[blade clangs on ground.]
[insects chirping.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[phone beeps and keypad clicks.]
[phone line trilling.]
[phone buzzing.]
[softly groans.]
There's been a shooting at Natalie James' house.
[sniffs and sighs.]
Is she dead? [Ray.]
No, she shot her husband.
All right.
[clears throat.]
I'll handle it.
Just do the clean-up, and call Dr.
Lopez.
Ray, if your probation officer finds out I'll be fine.
[phone beeps.]
[siren wails in distance.]
[sighs.]
What are you doing? Gotta go to work.
Are you kidding me? No.
But I'll be back.
I promise.
[kisses.]
Okay? [soft dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
[panting.]
[groans loudly.]
[Rob groaning softly.]
[panting.]
You're going to jail, man.
You're going to jail.
Hey, get me the fuck out of here! [Rob.]
You're going to jail.
And that fucking whore, too! [car door shuts.]
[Rob.]
Are you there? Hey! [door buzzes.]
- [Rob.]
Oh, she shot me! - [dogs barking.]
[Rob.]
Oh, I'm fucking bleeding all over the cage! Oh, get me out of here! I'm gonna fucking kill you bitches! Mother the fuck? - [dogs barking.]
- Please! [Rob.]
I'm gonna kill you bitches.
I'm gonna fucking I swear That's not normal behavior.
[metal rod clangs on floor.]
Hey, I'm gonna open the cage now, Rob, and I'm gonna try and get that bullet out of you, all right? Fuck no.
No fucking way that guy's operating on me.
Fuck that.
No, no.
No, no! No! Fuck! [screams and groans.]
No! [groaning loudly.]
Ah! What the fuck? [grunts.]
What the fuck you put in my ass, huh? You might want to take a seat there, Rob.
Fuck you.
Really.
All right.
[exhales deeply.]
[birds chirping.]
[bag zips.]
What are you doing? Going to work.
So what's the bag for? I'm gonna stay at Todd's for a while.
[bag zips.]
[sighs.]
I thought you said we're all right.
You thought we were all right, Terry? I mean, Jesus.
You had sex with a prostitute the night before you proposed to me.
Hey.
I'm sorry, all right? Don't go.
Please, don't go.
[door opens and closes.]
[Lopez.]
Mary's your mother? I find it funny that Jesus fell in love with a girl who had the same name as his mother.
What did she die of? Cancer.
Hm.
When it comes to cancer, we treat dogs more mercifully than we do our fellow man.
A dog comes to me riddled with cancer.
It's an easy decision.
Affection, a last meal, and then injection.
You done? Yeah.
[Ray.]
Appreciate the help.
[Rob moans softly.]
I was doing a little stunt work.
What? I was a stuntman.
I just said that.
Little car crash thing.
Mm, snapped my humerus clean in half.
Oh, bone through skin, man.
Bone through skin, dude.
[soft laugh.]
Oh, that's when I first met her.
Oh, she was an ER nurse.
Oh, sexy as fuck.
Ohh.
In her scrubs and she was just tending my wounds.
Natalie? Oh, Sarah, her mom.
Natalie's mom.
I was 26.
Uh, she was 39.
And I moved in with her.
Unh.
[sighs.]
Natalie was 16 then.
She was mmm! Mmm, beautiful doesn't even describe.
No.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
Did you check with Megan about babysitting? I did.
Don't just sit Maria down in front of the TV to watch cartoons all the time.
I won't.
[Latin hip-hop music playing.]
[both speaking Spanish.]
So that's Zorro Astuto, huh? Yeah.
Black Widow and Zorro Astuto.
Sounds like a shitty kids book.
Why you gotta be so negative, Brendan? - I'm sorry.
- [baby babbling.]
I'm gonna miss you, my little chicharrita.
Take care of Daddy for me, huh? [bus horn honks twice.]
- [kisses.]
- It's only gonna be a few weeks.
I know.
Good luck, baby.
I lo I love you.
[engine puttering.]
[snores and softly groans.]
[groans.]
You're going to jail, motherfucker.
Yeah? Yeah.
I'm calling the cops.
[grunts.]
What are you gonna tell them, Rob? You beat your wife? Ah, that the bitch shot me.
And you let a fucking Mexican dog doctor do surgery on me.
All right.
Where's the gun? What? Where's the gun, Rob? Where's the bullet? Where's anything? You call the cops, you're gonna want some evidence.
[door opens.]
Who the fuck are you? Nobody.
I'll be downstairs.
Oh, what the fuck? [groans softly.]
Put the phone down, Rob.
I've seen this shit a million times.
You keep it up, one of you's gonna end up dead.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
It's not gonna be Natalie.
Understand? [exhales.]
[softly.]
Mm-hmm.
Good.
Stay the fuck away from her.
You got that appointment in an hour.
Yeah, I know.
I took that anger management course.
Twice.
Oh, yeah? How'd that work out for you? Oh, well, I'm cured.
[device beeps.]
[tender music.]
[cell phone rings.]
[device beeps.]
- [phone beeps.]
- Conor.
Hey, I got weigh-ins.
I gotta lose two pounds in an hour.
Uh, sweat it out.
[Conor.]
I'm all out of sweat.
Take a shit.
[soft laugh.]
I already did.
[Terry.]
So take a laxative.
Have a haircut if you gotta.
I mean, my hair's already cut.
But I'll take a laxative.
This your first match, huh? [Conor.]
Yes, sir.
[Terry.]
Are you nervous? No, not at all.
You want me to come? [Conor.]
No.
Fuck it.
- I'm gonna come.
- [Conor.]
No, wait Uncle Terry, don't come out here.
Hello? Shit.
[door closes shut.]
Where is she? Where? Who? [dog panting.]
- Oh, shit.
- [dog barks.]
What time is it? Shit, I I got a meeting.
I got a fuckin' meeting.
[Mickey.]
I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.
All right, get up.
Get up.
This fuckin' dog.
The fuck are you doing? Take it off.
- What? - Take the fucking shirt off.
[sighs.]
Stop.
Leave it.
It's all right.
What happened, Ray? Ray? He's not dead.
What do you mean, he's not dead? I mean, he's not dead.
He's fine.
You're fine.
Everyone's gonna be fine.
He's gonna give you everything you want.
Really? [tender ambient music.]
I'm sorry about the shirt.
I didn't mean to overstep.
My wife, she, uh she passed a few months ago.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.
You got someplace to go? Yeah.
The Chateau for now.
I gotta go.
[exhales.]
[Mickey.]
Michael looked at little Angela and he said to her, "The reason daughters love their daddies the most is that there is at least one man in the world who will never hurt her.
" Want to help me out here, Pop? Hm? You know who I got that from? A hooker friend of mine.
Years ago.
You're supposed to store up these nuggets from the past, that's what real writers do.
[jazzy music plays on radio.]
There he is.
The next Sam Spiegel.
I'm Mickey.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Jeff.
My son Daryll, he's-he's working with your superstar client Jay White.
That's a little degree of separation, huh? Yeah.
Uh, I'm-I'm not, uh, Jeff.
I'm Billy.
I'm Jeff's assistant.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
All right.
Have a seat.
Want something to drink? Something to eat? I mean, it's our place.
No, uh, thank you.
All right.
Well, I'm on pins and needles here.
We're talking a spring shoot in Boston? No, uh [bag clicks open.]
Your coverage is not positive.
What the fuck is coverage? "More exclamation points than human eyes should be forced to bear.
Hackneyed.
Saccharine mess.
Cloying, wooden dialogue.
" Who wrote this shit? Who's Marty Randell? One of the, uh, readers, probably, but it-it-it doesn't matter who wrote it.
All that matters is i-i-if it gets a recommend.
What the fuck's a recommend? The agency's passing on your script, Mickey.
[indistinct military chanting in distance.]
[phone key tones beeping.]
[phone line trilling and beeps.]
Maureen.
It's me.
Call me? [phone beeps.]
[soft dramatic music.]
- [whistle shrieks.]
- [cheers and applause.]
[overlapping chatter.]
Whoo! Yeah! Let's go! [scattered indistinct shouts.]
- [both grunting.]
- [man.]
Two, Green! [man.]
Two point, Green! One point, Red.
Escaped.
Go get him, Con! - [overlapping chatter.]
- [man.]
Let him go! [both grunt.]
[whistle blowing.]
We have unsportsmanlike on Red.
[both grunting.]
[whistle blows.]
Unsportsmanlike, Green.
One point, Red.
Unnecessary roughness.
- He's out of bounds.
- [man.]
You got this! - [man.]
Go, VMI, let's go! - [man.]
Go! Go, guys! [overlapping shouting.]
[whistle blows.]
[cheers and applause.]
- [head thwacks.]
- Ah! [groans.]
- [whistle blows.]
- Fuck you, man! You fucking pussy! [man.]
Hey, get Get back to your benches! All right, all right, all right, all right.
[Terry.]
You can't lose your head like that.
It's not a fight, it's a sport.
It's got rules.
Motherfucker smiled at me.
Well, fuck him.
Fuck 'em all.
Are you all right, Con? I'm fine.
Are you happy here? Yeah, I like it a lot.
Hey, can I tell you something? Sure.
You can't tell my dad.
I don't know about that.
You can't.
All right.
What's up? I've made up my mind, and I'm gonna enlist after graduation.
- Enlist? - Yes.
Marines.
I'm not wasting my time with college.
I'm not Bridget.
Yeah, but you're a smart kid.
[scoffs.]
No, I'm not.
And I don't want to get weak.
College makes you weak.
Money makes you weak.
Living in Calabasas makes you weak.
See what it did to my mom and my sister? My dad did it right.
You gotta be tough in this world.
Yeah.
[sighs.]
But the Marines? None of us did that.
Yeah, but I'll be good at it.
I'll be a great fuckin' soldier.
Come here.
Jed? - You missed your appointment.
- Yeah, well, I'm here now.
I see that.
Sit down and press play.
Watch the entire video.
Take the test.
If you score better than 70 percent, you can come back next week.
If you fail, I'll report you.
[soft groan.]
[Jon on computer.]
Hi, Jon here! It doesn't take a lot to make me angry.
What about you? Did some schmuck cut you off on the freeway? Did someone take your sandwich from the refrigerator at lunch? Hey, it's okay, we all get angry.
But punching a wall or screaming won't fix it.
Truth is, anger is pretty harmful to your physical health.
Is this ACA? "Blithely ignoring the hundred some-odd bank heist flicks already committed to celluloid.
" I'd like to speak to Marty Randell's office.
"Four Leaf confidently dispatches its innumerable clichés like German panzer tanks.
" Marty Randell.
Mart-Marty Randell.
"It is, forgive my French, a piece of 'merde'.
" [Marty.]
Hey, this is Marty.
Hello? Hello? I know where that cocksucker is.
Hey, Bunch, I'm supposed to meet Ray for lunch.
Give me that.
[Harriet.]
I got a business proposition for him.
Well, he ain't here.
Uh, give me a gin and tonic, would ya? Yeah.
Hey.
Give her a gin and tonic, would ya? Ray's not here.
It's not Ray that I'm looking for.
Let's take a little walk together, Mick.
Actually, I'm pretty busy I said fucking walk.
Frank.
That's not the way two assholes should talk to each other.
So what the fuck is going on, Frank? We've got a little problem with Avi Rudin.
"We"? Yeah, we.
That son of a bitch came to me, not too long after that shit with Sokolov went down.
I don't know nothing about that.
Oh, fuck, come on, Mick.
I know everything that went down that night, all right? So just shut the fuck up and listen to me.
So Avi comes to me a few months ago, tells me he's not working with Ray.
You knew that.
So I told him, yeah, I got a few things for him to do here and there.
He was actually useful for a stretch.
So? So, turns out, he kept a pretty big stash of Sokolov's stuff.
He was selling it, using his relationship with me as a cover.
So cut him out.
I tried.
[soft tense music.]
Did you tell Ray? No fuckin' way.
And neither will you.
Ray's too goddamn loyal.
What are you asking me to do here? My problem is your problem is Ray's problem.
Lord knows Ray has enough on his plate right now as it is.
I'll be in touch.
[knocks on door.]
Come in.
I, uh, I passed.
Seventy-three.
Good.
Can I go? [inhales and exhales deeply.]
Night you were arrested, is that the day your wife died? Did your brother say something to you insensitive? No.
Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
It was, you know [inhales deeply.]
a misunderstanding, so.
Just a misunderstanding.
Nothing else.
Yeah.
This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody, but you already know that, right? No, I just It doesn't work because most people don't have a reason to make it work.
You, though.
You're not a 19-year-old punk with a drug problem.
You have a home, a family, some success.
You have kids that need you more than ever.
You didn't beat your brother in the head repeatedly and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.
You can go.
[pen scribbling.]
Hey.
It's me.
You all right? I need one more thing.
Is it important? Please, Ray.
[indistinct chatter.]
[upbeat music on speakers.]
I'm telling you, Maria.
Four Leaf is a great script.
What does Marty Randell know? [whimpers.]
Exactly.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Marty Randell knows fuckin' nothing.
Simple as that.
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
You remember that, you'll be okay.
Here.
Yeah.
There you go.
You're gonna sleep good tonight.
[whistles softly.]
[Harriet.]
During the Great Recession, storage was one of the only sectors to post positive returns.
A complex there with 500 units, in eight years, you'll make 2.
6 million, worst case scenario.
Best case? Twice that.
What does the guy want? 1.
2 million.
But, you know, if you give him cash, I'm sure he'll knock 100 grand off.
You know, why's he selling? Well, he's retiring.
He's moving to Florida.
It's a good deal, Bunch.
And what do you get? What? Say I'm interested, what do you get? [soft laugh.]
Five percent.
But I handle everything financial.
It's the same deal I have with your brother.
What do I gotta do every day? That's the thing.
You'd be your own boss.
You need maybe a couple of guys to run the place.
And then you just get to sit back and count your money.
[baby babbles.]
[tapping on door.]
Tell my wife I want to speak to her.
- She's not gonna want to see - Now, you fucking prick.
- Okay - [Maureen.]
Todd.
I got this.
Terry, I don't want to do this right now Please.
Hear me out.
When my mother was dying, my old man was just fucking around on her.
And that's not an excuse.
But that's what I grew up with.
That all? Then what? I need you.
If you leave me [soft tender music.]
then I'm-I'm-I'm nothing.
You need me? I-I've lost every woman I've ever loved.
And I can't lose you.
Yeah.
You know it's not just about what you did.
It's that everybody knew.
And you all kept it from me.
You, Ray, Abby, all of you.
I wanted to be a part of your family, Terry.
You are.
You made me feel like a fucking outsider.
Think about that.
[dog barking.]
[soft indistinct chatter.]
[man.]
And we're rolling.
Rolling, guys.
[director.]
Okay, quiet, everybody.
[woman.]
Quiet on set.
[director.]
Camera.
- [man.]
Rolling! - [director.]
Get settled.
And action.
[film rolling.]
Come play the game with us.
[cards shuffling.]
[soft indistinct talking.]
[gentle ambient music.]
[weakly.]
Hey.
Want to come play? Just play the game and forget about everything.
I can't.
[tender music.]
Just don't run away from this.
[soft groan.]
[exhales.]
I'm gonna walk the dog.
With a bottle of whiskey? Let me walk the fucking dog, Abby.
[door opens and closes.]
[insects chirping.]
[soft ambient music.]
The car crash.
I know you.
The car crash.
[director.]
And cut! Let's take a look.
[Landry.]
She's pretty special, isn't she? What? I said, she's pretty special, isn't she? Natalie? Yeah.
Hey, listen.
Thanks for the other day.
I appreciate it.
No problem.
I'll see you later, Ray.
[overlapping chatter.]
[director.]
Okay, we're going again.
Right away! [director.]
And action! [crickets chirping.]
What do you do, Ray? What do I do? Yeah, what do you do? [sighs.]
[soft chuckle.]
I work for people like you.
People like me? What does that mean? What kind of things do you do for people like me? When things go wrong, I try to make 'em right.
Yeah? Yeah.
And what's the worst thing I could ever do that would require the services of a certain Ray Donovan? Let me ask you something.
Who were you running from that night? My husband and I got into a fight.
Yeah? Where is he now? - We had another fight.
- [glass clinks.]
I got in this really bad car accident a few years ago.
I had this weird feeling that I had died, but they forgot to tell me.
[soft scoff.]
And I was wondering around like some ghost.
What are you thinking, Ray? You seem really sad.
Are you sad? Some days are just bad days.
That's all.
- I should go.
- [glass clinks.]
One more drink.
We're just out walking our dogs, right? Nothing more than that.
[knock on door.]
Hey.
Come on in.
[door swings shut.]
[Natalie.]
Rob called.
He agreed to the divorce.
Said he would leave me alone.
I'm sorry about your wife.
Is that what you called me here for? I got him as a present for Rob years ago.
I think even then I knew it was over.
Will you bring him back? I was gonna do it myself, but I didn't think it was a good idea.
Sure.
[exhales.]
[softly.]
I love you, baby.
I'm gonna miss you, okay? [kisses.]
Thanks.
Ray.
[door swings shut.]
- [coyote howls.]
- [dogs bark.]
[soft groan.]
- [doorbell chimes.]
- [clears throat.]
[sighs.]
She wants you to have him.
- [dog whimpers.]
- Well.
Those photos I leaked? We were in Negril.
Just me and her and rum and weed and fucking.
I'd cut out my heart and walk back to Jamaica with it in my hands just to be that happy again.
- [coyote howls.]
- [car door shuts.]
[engine turns over.]
[soft music over speakers.]
Think I should grow a mustache, Pop? [exhales.]
I think whatever you decide to do, you'll be great at it, son.
[woman singing on speakers.]
The fuck does "El Trebol" mean, anyway? "The Shamrock.
" We were gonna be Black Widow and The Shamrock.
Oh, an Irish thing.
[soft chuckle.]
Like Four Leaf? Exactly.
Maybe some dreams aren't meant to come true, kid.
[breathes deep.]
[line trilling.]
Hey, it's Teresa.
Leave a message.
Hey, babe.
It's Brendan.
"El Trebol.
" Love you.
Hey, Mick.
I need you to watch the bar.
Where you going? Something I gotta do.
Come on, baby.
Ooh.
- [baby coos.]
- Yep, that's a baby.
I'm not in any shape to watch anything.
[mutters.]
Where you going? Hey.
Here we go.
Lookie here.
Lookie here.
- [toy squeaks.]
- Lookie here.
[grunts.]
[baby coos.]
[exhales.]
Look.
Huh? Look, Maria.
[soft laugh.]
- Yeah.
- [baby laughs.]
It's beautiful.
[insects chirping.]
[dogs barking.]
[coyote howls.]
[Dope Lemon's "How Many Times".]
[soft moaning.]
Here come the doorway It's going down the track Here come the dope train Yeah, kill a man for talking back She got the red light Hanging on her door She cook that blue flame She'll have you on the floor Begging for more How many times Does it take To hear the phone To hear the phone How many times Does it take To hear the phone To hear the phone
Previously on Ray Donovan Ray! [gasps.]
[tires screech.]
[crashing.]
[ambient dramatic music.]
[Lena.]
Natalie James is here.
[Ray over phone.]
Who brought her? Nobody.
She came alone.
[woman on TV.]
The pictures of The Waterfall star were taken during a trip to Jamaica, but no word yet on who leaked them.
I'm afraid to go home.
I'm taking my things.
I'm taking my dog, and I'm leaving.
Give me my dog! Fucking over my dead body you take our dog.
[Landry.]
Thanks for getting here so quickly.
So what's the problem? This.
It's coming out by day's end.
- [Ray.]
Is this true? - [Landry.]
Unfortunately, it is.
And she's been spending company money, trying to fund her personal wars.
You know Tom and Vicky? All relevant and Pacific-pertaining materials in their possession must be returned.
[Vicky.]
What are the terms? Landry gave me two bags, 500 in each.
You get the same every year moving forward.
[Vicky.]
That's all of it.
Winslow's not fit, Ray.
What she does, the way she does things.
Do you think that there's a moral to this story, Mr.
Donovan? Don't get pushed out.
I went back for Pepper.
And he Can you help me? I shot him.
We started fighting.
We were in the living room, and, um I don't fucking know.
We ended up upstairs.
And, um, he came at me.
And I grabbed his gun, and and then I-I just I lost it.
[breathes shakily.]
Because he he attacked me, Ray.
He attacked me.
Did you kill him? [soft dramatic music.]
I went back for Pepper.
[scoffs.]
And do you know what he was doing when I went inside? He was jerking off into a pair of my panties.
Fucking freak.
Natalie.
Yes.
[exhales.]
Yeah, I killed him.
[door opens.]
[Mickey.]
Ray-Ray.
Where'd you go? It got good after you left.
Those cops can party.
Oh, excuse me, son.
I didn't know you had company.
I need you to stay here and keep an eye on her.
Can you do that for me, Mick? Sure, you got it.
Natalie, this is my father, Mick.
[Ray.]
He's gonna stay with you, all right? [door opens.]
I had a drink or two.
[soft chuckle.]
There was a little, uh, mix-up down at the bar, a little donnybrook.
Cops versus robbers.
[soft grunt.]
[soft chuckle.]
I can still snap a head or two.
You know, [imitates fists whooshing.]
[Mickey sniffs.]
But it all It all turned out Turned out good.
Would you like a drink? No.
Thank you.
Something to eat? Got some nice chicken pot pies from Ralph's.
Well, here's to a long and happy life.
[ominous music.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[dog barking in distance.]
- Ah! - [grunts.]
Oh! [grunts.]
Ah! Motherfucker.
Ah! [panting.]
[grunting.]
Aah-ow! [grunts.]
[blade clangs on ground.]
[insects chirping.]
[dog barking in distance.]
[phone beeps and keypad clicks.]
[phone line trilling.]
[phone buzzing.]
[softly groans.]
There's been a shooting at Natalie James' house.
[sniffs and sighs.]
Is she dead? [Ray.]
No, she shot her husband.
All right.
[clears throat.]
I'll handle it.
Just do the clean-up, and call Dr.
Lopez.
Ray, if your probation officer finds out I'll be fine.
[phone beeps.]
[siren wails in distance.]
[sighs.]
What are you doing? Gotta go to work.
Are you kidding me? No.
But I'll be back.
I promise.
[kisses.]
Okay? [soft dramatic music.]
[sighs.]
[panting.]
[groans loudly.]
[Rob groaning softly.]
[panting.]
You're going to jail, man.
You're going to jail.
Hey, get me the fuck out of here! [Rob.]
You're going to jail.
And that fucking whore, too! [car door shuts.]
[Rob.]
Are you there? Hey! [door buzzes.]
- [Rob.]
Oh, she shot me! - [dogs barking.]
[Rob.]
Oh, I'm fucking bleeding all over the cage! Oh, get me out of here! I'm gonna fucking kill you bitches! Mother the fuck? - [dogs barking.]
- Please! [Rob.]
I'm gonna kill you bitches.
I'm gonna fucking I swear That's not normal behavior.
[metal rod clangs on floor.]
Hey, I'm gonna open the cage now, Rob, and I'm gonna try and get that bullet out of you, all right? Fuck no.
No fucking way that guy's operating on me.
Fuck that.
No, no.
No, no! No! Fuck! [screams and groans.]
No! [groaning loudly.]
Ah! What the fuck? [grunts.]
What the fuck you put in my ass, huh? You might want to take a seat there, Rob.
Fuck you.
Really.
All right.
[exhales deeply.]
[birds chirping.]
[bag zips.]
What are you doing? Going to work.
So what's the bag for? I'm gonna stay at Todd's for a while.
[bag zips.]
[sighs.]
I thought you said we're all right.
You thought we were all right, Terry? I mean, Jesus.
You had sex with a prostitute the night before you proposed to me.
Hey.
I'm sorry, all right? Don't go.
Please, don't go.
[door opens and closes.]
[Lopez.]
Mary's your mother? I find it funny that Jesus fell in love with a girl who had the same name as his mother.
What did she die of? Cancer.
Hm.
When it comes to cancer, we treat dogs more mercifully than we do our fellow man.
A dog comes to me riddled with cancer.
It's an easy decision.
Affection, a last meal, and then injection.
You done? Yeah.
[Ray.]
Appreciate the help.
[Rob moans softly.]
I was doing a little stunt work.
What? I was a stuntman.
I just said that.
Little car crash thing.
Mm, snapped my humerus clean in half.
Oh, bone through skin, man.
Bone through skin, dude.
[soft laugh.]
Oh, that's when I first met her.
Oh, she was an ER nurse.
Oh, sexy as fuck.
Ohh.
In her scrubs and she was just tending my wounds.
Natalie? Oh, Sarah, her mom.
Natalie's mom.
I was 26.
Uh, she was 39.
And I moved in with her.
Unh.
[sighs.]
Natalie was 16 then.
She was mmm! Mmm, beautiful doesn't even describe.
No.
[grunts.]
[grunts.]
Did you check with Megan about babysitting? I did.
Don't just sit Maria down in front of the TV to watch cartoons all the time.
I won't.
[Latin hip-hop music playing.]
[both speaking Spanish.]
So that's Zorro Astuto, huh? Yeah.
Black Widow and Zorro Astuto.
Sounds like a shitty kids book.
Why you gotta be so negative, Brendan? - I'm sorry.
- [baby babbling.]
I'm gonna miss you, my little chicharrita.
Take care of Daddy for me, huh? [bus horn honks twice.]
- [kisses.]
- It's only gonna be a few weeks.
I know.
Good luck, baby.
I lo I love you.
[engine puttering.]
[snores and softly groans.]
[groans.]
You're going to jail, motherfucker.
Yeah? Yeah.
I'm calling the cops.
[grunts.]
What are you gonna tell them, Rob? You beat your wife? Ah, that the bitch shot me.
And you let a fucking Mexican dog doctor do surgery on me.
All right.
Where's the gun? What? Where's the gun, Rob? Where's the bullet? Where's anything? You call the cops, you're gonna want some evidence.
[door opens.]
Who the fuck are you? Nobody.
I'll be downstairs.
Oh, what the fuck? [groans softly.]
Put the phone down, Rob.
I've seen this shit a million times.
You keep it up, one of you's gonna end up dead.
Oh, yeah? Yeah.
It's not gonna be Natalie.
Understand? [exhales.]
[softly.]
Mm-hmm.
Good.
Stay the fuck away from her.
You got that appointment in an hour.
Yeah, I know.
I took that anger management course.
Twice.
Oh, yeah? How'd that work out for you? Oh, well, I'm cured.
[device beeps.]
[tender music.]
[cell phone rings.]
[device beeps.]
- [phone beeps.]
- Conor.
Hey, I got weigh-ins.
I gotta lose two pounds in an hour.
Uh, sweat it out.
[Conor.]
I'm all out of sweat.
Take a shit.
[soft laugh.]
I already did.
[Terry.]
So take a laxative.
Have a haircut if you gotta.
I mean, my hair's already cut.
But I'll take a laxative.
This your first match, huh? [Conor.]
Yes, sir.
[Terry.]
Are you nervous? No, not at all.
You want me to come? [Conor.]
No.
Fuck it.
- I'm gonna come.
- [Conor.]
No, wait Uncle Terry, don't come out here.
Hello? Shit.
[door closes shut.]
Where is she? Where? Who? [dog panting.]
- Oh, shit.
- [dog barks.]
What time is it? Shit, I I got a meeting.
I got a fuckin' meeting.
[Mickey.]
I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.
All right, get up.
Get up.
This fuckin' dog.
The fuck are you doing? Take it off.
- What? - Take the fucking shirt off.
[sighs.]
Stop.
Leave it.
It's all right.
What happened, Ray? Ray? He's not dead.
What do you mean, he's not dead? I mean, he's not dead.
He's fine.
You're fine.
Everyone's gonna be fine.
He's gonna give you everything you want.
Really? [tender ambient music.]
I'm sorry about the shirt.
I didn't mean to overstep.
My wife, she, uh she passed a few months ago.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.
You got someplace to go? Yeah.
The Chateau for now.
I gotta go.
[exhales.]
[Mickey.]
Michael looked at little Angela and he said to her, "The reason daughters love their daddies the most is that there is at least one man in the world who will never hurt her.
" Want to help me out here, Pop? Hm? You know who I got that from? A hooker friend of mine.
Years ago.
You're supposed to store up these nuggets from the past, that's what real writers do.
[jazzy music plays on radio.]
There he is.
The next Sam Spiegel.
I'm Mickey.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Jeff.
My son Daryll, he's-he's working with your superstar client Jay White.
That's a little degree of separation, huh? Yeah.
Uh, I'm-I'm not, uh, Jeff.
I'm Billy.
I'm Jeff's assistant.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
All right.
Have a seat.
Want something to drink? Something to eat? I mean, it's our place.
No, uh, thank you.
All right.
Well, I'm on pins and needles here.
We're talking a spring shoot in Boston? No, uh [bag clicks open.]
Your coverage is not positive.
What the fuck is coverage? "More exclamation points than human eyes should be forced to bear.
Hackneyed.
Saccharine mess.
Cloying, wooden dialogue.
" Who wrote this shit? Who's Marty Randell? One of the, uh, readers, probably, but it-it-it doesn't matter who wrote it.
All that matters is i-i-if it gets a recommend.
What the fuck's a recommend? The agency's passing on your script, Mickey.
[indistinct military chanting in distance.]
[phone key tones beeping.]
[phone line trilling and beeps.]
Maureen.
It's me.
Call me? [phone beeps.]
[soft dramatic music.]
- [whistle shrieks.]
- [cheers and applause.]
[overlapping chatter.]
Whoo! Yeah! Let's go! [scattered indistinct shouts.]
- [both grunting.]
- [man.]
Two, Green! [man.]
Two point, Green! One point, Red.
Escaped.
Go get him, Con! - [overlapping chatter.]
- [man.]
Let him go! [both grunt.]
[whistle blowing.]
We have unsportsmanlike on Red.
[both grunting.]
[whistle blows.]
Unsportsmanlike, Green.
One point, Red.
Unnecessary roughness.
- He's out of bounds.
- [man.]
You got this! - [man.]
Go, VMI, let's go! - [man.]
Go! Go, guys! [overlapping shouting.]
[whistle blows.]
[cheers and applause.]
- [head thwacks.]
- Ah! [groans.]
- [whistle blows.]
- Fuck you, man! You fucking pussy! [man.]
Hey, get Get back to your benches! All right, all right, all right, all right.
[Terry.]
You can't lose your head like that.
It's not a fight, it's a sport.
It's got rules.
Motherfucker smiled at me.
Well, fuck him.
Fuck 'em all.
Are you all right, Con? I'm fine.
Are you happy here? Yeah, I like it a lot.
Hey, can I tell you something? Sure.
You can't tell my dad.
I don't know about that.
You can't.
All right.
What's up? I've made up my mind, and I'm gonna enlist after graduation.
- Enlist? - Yes.
Marines.
I'm not wasting my time with college.
I'm not Bridget.
Yeah, but you're a smart kid.
[scoffs.]
No, I'm not.
And I don't want to get weak.
College makes you weak.
Money makes you weak.
Living in Calabasas makes you weak.
See what it did to my mom and my sister? My dad did it right.
You gotta be tough in this world.
Yeah.
[sighs.]
But the Marines? None of us did that.
Yeah, but I'll be good at it.
I'll be a great fuckin' soldier.
Come here.
Jed? - You missed your appointment.
- Yeah, well, I'm here now.
I see that.
Sit down and press play.
Watch the entire video.
Take the test.
If you score better than 70 percent, you can come back next week.
If you fail, I'll report you.
[soft groan.]
[Jon on computer.]
Hi, Jon here! It doesn't take a lot to make me angry.
What about you? Did some schmuck cut you off on the freeway? Did someone take your sandwich from the refrigerator at lunch? Hey, it's okay, we all get angry.
But punching a wall or screaming won't fix it.
Truth is, anger is pretty harmful to your physical health.
Is this ACA? "Blithely ignoring the hundred some-odd bank heist flicks already committed to celluloid.
" I'd like to speak to Marty Randell's office.
"Four Leaf confidently dispatches its innumerable clichés like German panzer tanks.
" Marty Randell.
Mart-Marty Randell.
"It is, forgive my French, a piece of 'merde'.
" [Marty.]
Hey, this is Marty.
Hello? Hello? I know where that cocksucker is.
Hey, Bunch, I'm supposed to meet Ray for lunch.
Give me that.
[Harriet.]
I got a business proposition for him.
Well, he ain't here.
Uh, give me a gin and tonic, would ya? Yeah.
Hey.
Give her a gin and tonic, would ya? Ray's not here.
It's not Ray that I'm looking for.
Let's take a little walk together, Mick.
Actually, I'm pretty busy I said fucking walk.
Frank.
That's not the way two assholes should talk to each other.
So what the fuck is going on, Frank? We've got a little problem with Avi Rudin.
"We"? Yeah, we.
That son of a bitch came to me, not too long after that shit with Sokolov went down.
I don't know nothing about that.
Oh, fuck, come on, Mick.
I know everything that went down that night, all right? So just shut the fuck up and listen to me.
So Avi comes to me a few months ago, tells me he's not working with Ray.
You knew that.
So I told him, yeah, I got a few things for him to do here and there.
He was actually useful for a stretch.
So? So, turns out, he kept a pretty big stash of Sokolov's stuff.
He was selling it, using his relationship with me as a cover.
So cut him out.
I tried.
[soft tense music.]
Did you tell Ray? No fuckin' way.
And neither will you.
Ray's too goddamn loyal.
What are you asking me to do here? My problem is your problem is Ray's problem.
Lord knows Ray has enough on his plate right now as it is.
I'll be in touch.
[knocks on door.]
Come in.
I, uh, I passed.
Seventy-three.
Good.
Can I go? [inhales and exhales deeply.]
Night you were arrested, is that the day your wife died? Did your brother say something to you insensitive? No.
Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
It was, you know [inhales deeply.]
a misunderstanding, so.
Just a misunderstanding.
Nothing else.
Yeah.
This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody, but you already know that, right? No, I just It doesn't work because most people don't have a reason to make it work.
You, though.
You're not a 19-year-old punk with a drug problem.
You have a home, a family, some success.
You have kids that need you more than ever.
You didn't beat your brother in the head repeatedly and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.
You can go.
[pen scribbling.]
Hey.
It's me.
You all right? I need one more thing.
Is it important? Please, Ray.
[indistinct chatter.]
[upbeat music on speakers.]
I'm telling you, Maria.
Four Leaf is a great script.
What does Marty Randell know? [whimpers.]
Exactly.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Marty Randell knows fuckin' nothing.
Simple as that.
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
You remember that, you'll be okay.
Here.
Yeah.
There you go.
You're gonna sleep good tonight.
[whistles softly.]
[Harriet.]
During the Great Recession, storage was one of the only sectors to post positive returns.
A complex there with 500 units, in eight years, you'll make 2.
6 million, worst case scenario.
Best case? Twice that.
What does the guy want? 1.
2 million.
But, you know, if you give him cash, I'm sure he'll knock 100 grand off.
You know, why's he selling? Well, he's retiring.
He's moving to Florida.
It's a good deal, Bunch.
And what do you get? What? Say I'm interested, what do you get? [soft laugh.]
Five percent.
But I handle everything financial.
It's the same deal I have with your brother.
What do I gotta do every day? That's the thing.
You'd be your own boss.
You need maybe a couple of guys to run the place.
And then you just get to sit back and count your money.
[baby babbles.]
[tapping on door.]
Tell my wife I want to speak to her.
- She's not gonna want to see - Now, you fucking prick.
- Okay - [Maureen.]
Todd.
I got this.
Terry, I don't want to do this right now Please.
Hear me out.
When my mother was dying, my old man was just fucking around on her.
And that's not an excuse.
But that's what I grew up with.
That all? Then what? I need you.
If you leave me [soft tender music.]
then I'm-I'm-I'm nothing.
You need me? I-I've lost every woman I've ever loved.
And I can't lose you.
Yeah.
You know it's not just about what you did.
It's that everybody knew.
And you all kept it from me.
You, Ray, Abby, all of you.
I wanted to be a part of your family, Terry.
You are.
You made me feel like a fucking outsider.
Think about that.
[dog barking.]
[soft indistinct chatter.]
[man.]
And we're rolling.
Rolling, guys.
[director.]
Okay, quiet, everybody.
[woman.]
Quiet on set.
[director.]
Camera.
- [man.]
Rolling! - [director.]
Get settled.
And action.
[film rolling.]
Come play the game with us.
[cards shuffling.]
[soft indistinct talking.]
[gentle ambient music.]
[weakly.]
Hey.
Want to come play? Just play the game and forget about everything.
I can't.
[tender music.]
Just don't run away from this.
[soft groan.]
[exhales.]
I'm gonna walk the dog.
With a bottle of whiskey? Let me walk the fucking dog, Abby.
[door opens and closes.]
[insects chirping.]
[soft ambient music.]
The car crash.
I know you.
The car crash.
[director.]
And cut! Let's take a look.
[Landry.]
She's pretty special, isn't she? What? I said, she's pretty special, isn't she? Natalie? Yeah.
Hey, listen.
Thanks for the other day.
I appreciate it.
No problem.
I'll see you later, Ray.
[overlapping chatter.]
[director.]
Okay, we're going again.
Right away! [director.]
And action! [crickets chirping.]
What do you do, Ray? What do I do? Yeah, what do you do? [sighs.]
[soft chuckle.]
I work for people like you.
People like me? What does that mean? What kind of things do you do for people like me? When things go wrong, I try to make 'em right.
Yeah? Yeah.
And what's the worst thing I could ever do that would require the services of a certain Ray Donovan? Let me ask you something.
Who were you running from that night? My husband and I got into a fight.
Yeah? Where is he now? - We had another fight.
- [glass clinks.]
I got in this really bad car accident a few years ago.
I had this weird feeling that I had died, but they forgot to tell me.
[soft scoff.]
And I was wondering around like some ghost.
What are you thinking, Ray? You seem really sad.
Are you sad? Some days are just bad days.
That's all.
- I should go.
- [glass clinks.]
One more drink.
We're just out walking our dogs, right? Nothing more than that.
[knock on door.]
Hey.
Come on in.
[door swings shut.]
[Natalie.]
Rob called.
He agreed to the divorce.
Said he would leave me alone.
I'm sorry about your wife.
Is that what you called me here for? I got him as a present for Rob years ago.
I think even then I knew it was over.
Will you bring him back? I was gonna do it myself, but I didn't think it was a good idea.
Sure.
[exhales.]
[softly.]
I love you, baby.
I'm gonna miss you, okay? [kisses.]
Thanks.
Ray.
[door swings shut.]
- [coyote howls.]
- [dogs bark.]
[soft groan.]
- [doorbell chimes.]
- [clears throat.]
[sighs.]
She wants you to have him.
- [dog whimpers.]
- Well.
Those photos I leaked? We were in Negril.
Just me and her and rum and weed and fucking.
I'd cut out my heart and walk back to Jamaica with it in my hands just to be that happy again.
- [coyote howls.]
- [car door shuts.]
[engine turns over.]
[soft music over speakers.]
Think I should grow a mustache, Pop? [exhales.]
I think whatever you decide to do, you'll be great at it, son.
[woman singing on speakers.]
The fuck does "El Trebol" mean, anyway? "The Shamrock.
" We were gonna be Black Widow and The Shamrock.
Oh, an Irish thing.
[soft chuckle.]
Like Four Leaf? Exactly.
Maybe some dreams aren't meant to come true, kid.
[breathes deep.]
[line trilling.]
Hey, it's Teresa.
Leave a message.
Hey, babe.
It's Brendan.
"El Trebol.
" Love you.
Hey, Mick.
I need you to watch the bar.
Where you going? Something I gotta do.
Come on, baby.
Ooh.
- [baby coos.]
- Yep, that's a baby.
I'm not in any shape to watch anything.
[mutters.]
Where you going? Hey.
Here we go.
Lookie here.
Lookie here.
- [toy squeaks.]
- Lookie here.
[grunts.]
[baby coos.]
[exhales.]
Look.
Huh? Look, Maria.
[soft laugh.]
- Yeah.
- [baby laughs.]
It's beautiful.
[insects chirping.]
[dogs barking.]
[coyote howls.]
[Dope Lemon's "How Many Times".]
[soft moaning.]
Here come the doorway It's going down the track Here come the dope train Yeah, kill a man for talking back She got the red light Hanging on her door She cook that blue flame She'll have you on the floor Begging for more How many times Does it take To hear the phone To hear the phone How many times Does it take To hear the phone To hear the phone