Ray Donovan s06e02 Episode Script

1 [RAY.]
Previously on Ray Donovan [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[COUGHS, GROANS.]
[FETU, ECHOING.]
Fuck, man.
[ECHOING.]
Hey, he needs help, man.
[SIREN WAILING.]
Sing, you fuck! Sing this! [GUNSHOT.]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
What are you doing? What are you doing in my fucking house? - [MAN.]
Let's go.
Come on! - Hey! What's the charge, you assholes? [MAN.]
Ray Donovan, you're free to go.
[GRUNTS.]
[MAN.]
Hey! Hey! He's fucked up! He's fucked up! I called the phone number that that you you gave to Sam, and I called him, and we agreed on a price because I just needed to I just needed to get that video back! I-I can't talk about it on the phone.
[SIGHS.]
It's bad.
It's bad.
Told him I'd pay him for the video.
I called him, and he told me 50,000.
I need a drink, and there's no alcohol.
Fuck.
[BREATHES HEAVILY, WHIMPERS.]
[SOFTLY GROANS.]
I wasn't gonna shoot him.
So what'd you bring a gun for? [GUN CLATTERS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
Fuck, this is bad.
[BREATHING SHAKILY.]
You have any cigarettes? [SOFTLY.]
No.
[GROANS.]
[SCOFFS.]
Last night when I met him, I-I came up to the room, and at first, it was what I thought it was gonna be.
He was behind me.
Then I turned around, and he was fucking filming me with his phone.
And I pulled off him, and I said, "Don't do that.
" [BREATHES SHARPLY.]
Then I reached for the phone, and he hit me.
And then I reached for it again, and he hit me again.
[SCOFFS.]
So what the fuck am I supposed to do now? I can't call the police.
You know who I am.
We need to fix this.
You need to help me.
[SIGHS.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[GROANING.]
Where are you going? [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
- [CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
- [GROANS.]
- [LINE TRILLING.]
- [SIGHS.]
[SAM.]
Yeah? You gave her his name and address.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
She said she wanted to handle it herself.
Yeah, well, she sure fucking handled it.
So what's that supposed to mean? The guy's dead.
Can you take care of it for me? Look, this this this isn't what I agreed to.
You asked me for an address.
I got Ray, who else am I supposed to send there? [PHONE BEEPS, LINE CLICKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[ANITA.]
What are you gonna do? Where's your phone? Lock the door.
Nobody gets in or out.
[CELL PHONE CLICKING, BLOOPS.]
You're just gonna leave me here? Don't call anybody.
Don't touch anything.
Don't fucking move, you understand? Do you understand? Yes.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[SIREN WAILING, MONITOR BEEPING.]
[MAN.]
His blood pressure's low.
We're losing him.
Get the defib kit.
[SIREN CONTINUES WAILING, MONITOR CONTINUES BEEPING.]
[PADDLES WHIRRING.]
[MAN.]
Ready.
- [MAN.]
Unresponsive.
- [MAN.]
Clear.
[PADDLES CLICKING, MONITOR CONTINUES BEEPING.]
[SIREN CONTINUES WAILING.]
- [MAN.]
Unresponsive.
- [MAN.]
Clear.
[PADDLES CLICKING, DEVICE BEEPING RAPIDLY.]
[SIREN CONTINUES WAILING.]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING.]
[SNEEZES, GROANS.]
[CHUCKLES.]
Bless you.
[SIGHS.]
Thank you.
[CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY.]
Uh, you know, you are perfect.
You are the the bravest, uh, smartest, um, most loyal, hottest, sexiest [CHUCKLES.]
person that I have ever met.
And, um you you saved my life.
And that that was awesome.
Mm.
But what you really did was, um you gave me a reason to live.
And I love you.
[EXHALES DEEPLY.]
- Um, so, uh - Oh, my God.
Bridget Elizabeth Donovan What are you doing? - Huh, what? - What the f Wha Are you are you fucking kidding me right now? - Are you f - [MUMBLES.]
- I thought - What? - What? - Well, I-I don't I don't know.
I thought that we were Hey, why are you yelling at me? [CRYING.]
I don't know.
I don't know.
This is Ah.
[STAMMERS.]
Whoa.
- [SIGHS.]
- I'm sorry.
Shit.
[SIGHS.]
Just hold on.
[SHUDDERS.]
Just hold on.
[SMITTY.]
What is it? It's just The shit you don't know.
Like, all the men I know are bad.
I love them, but they'll hurt you.
It's what they do, and I don't I love you, and I don't want Wait a fucking minute.
I'm not them.
I'm not any of the the people that hurt you.
I'm not I'm not any of the the people that left you.
I mean, you're my you're my whole world.
And, um, we don't have to get married.
We never have to get married.
So So fuck it.
- [RING CLATTERS.]
- Jake, no.
[SMITTY.]
We're great the way that we are.
Don't don't worry.
You don't have to do that.
No, would you just would you just lift it, please? - [CHUCKLES.]
- [GRUNTS.]
Come on.
Okay.
So, K'Lei, here's the thing.
- Mm-hmm.
- All right? You killed it in Underground Railroad.
And the movie To the Moon and Back, you was dope.
Now, that's all good when you want to go after them serious roles and you tryin' to win a Oscar, but I want to feel you.
You want to feel me? Yes, I do.
Where'd you find this guy, Jay? Oh, I murdered somebody.
I called him to cover it up.
Then he blackmailed me into making this piece of shit.
[ANTOINE CHUCKLES.]
[LAUGHTER.]
Sounds like every other producer I ever met.
[ANTOINE.]
See? And there she is.
That's her.
That's her right there.
You are this woman.
You are Misty Train.
- Misty Train.
- Misty Train.
- She's this ferocious, sexy - [K'LEI.]
Mm.
wise-cracking powerhouse of a woman, just like you.
Lay it on a little thicker.
- [CHUCKLING.]
- [JAY.]
Mm-mm.
Mm, it's true.
I mean, your work speaks for itself.
And If you're willing to trust my methods and Antoine's process, we guarantee you international audiences will be feeling you.
Well, what about you? Do you think I am Misty Train? I think you can be whoever you want, Miss Hughes.
[DISTANT DOG BARKING.]
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
[GRUNTS.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
Hello? [MAN.]
This is Victorville General Hospital.
We have admitted your father, Mickey Donovan as a patient.
What? [MAN.]
We believe he suffered a heart attack, and he's in critical condition.
[HELICOPTER WHIRS OVERHEAD.]
Uh Okay.
Uh, thank you.
[SIGHS.]
[CELL PHONE CLICKING.]
[LINE TRILLING.]
Because they're from the planet Anal.
Get it? Anus ass babies Double D here, what up? Pop had a heart attack.
[CHUCKLES.]
What? He's dying, Daryll.
Wait a minute, hold on a sec.
What are you talking about? Yeah, he's, uh he's in Victorville.
He said some guy from the hospital just called me, said we better get up there before he dies soon.
Oh, okay, w-when? What do you mean fucking when? Now! Go get Conor and meet me the fuck up there.
You know I can't do that, man.
You know that.
What do you mean you can't go? Look, you're fucking drunk, okay? Uh, o-okay.
Fine.
Fine.
Don't go see the man on his fucking death bed, you cunt.
[BUNCHY SIGHS.]
[TIRES SQUEALING.]
[DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[LAUGHING.]
I am such an idiot.
Um, I just I just remembered I got that thing at the studio that I forgot to do.
I got to handle those details real quick.
Whoa, what the fuck you talking about, D? Those details.
The details we talked about, man.
L-look, I got to go.
K'Lei, nice to meet you.
You're in good hands.
These are my guys.
- [ANTOINE.]
Yo - It's all good.
[CAR HORNS HONKING, INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE.]
[SOFT POP PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
Hey, Bunch, what's up? [BUNCHY.]
Mick had a heart attack.
- What? - Mick had a heart attack.
He's in intensive care.
I came up to Victorville to sit with him.
Look, Bunch, it's not a good time.
He's dying, Ray.
Ray? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
I got to go.
I got to go.
[LINE CLICKS.]
[PA BEEPS, WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA.]
I can't get a line.
I need a 16, maybe an 18.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
I'm his son, Brendan.
Officer.
They told me that, uh that I could he might not make it.
Sit down.
He ain't going anywhere.
What the fuck is that for? Standard protocol.
A guy like him, a murderer, they don't get to just go to the hospital unless Right.
Right.
He's a category one.
Acute.
Only heart attacks and strokes and guys bleeding out.
Thanks for that.
Yeah.
Go ahead.
Say your piece.
Hey, Pop.
[POP MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
- Yeah? - [BRIDGET.]
Hey, how are you? What are you what are you up to? Uh, nothing.
Just shopping.
Everything all right? You okay? So, uh, Smitty asked me to marry him.
He did? I said yes.
What do you think? Um I don't know.
I mean you know I like the guy.
You do? Sure.
He loves you.
Yeah.
And you love him, right? Yeah.
So that's what I think.
Bridge, I'm sorry.
Your your mom would have, uh I know.
Your mom and me we just want you to be happy, Bridge.
That's all we ever wanted.
I love you, Dad.
I love you, too, sweetheart.
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
[REGISTER BEEPS.]
Jesus Christ, what are you doing cutting up a body? What? [CELL PHONE RINGING.]
Excuse me.
- Hey.
- [MAC.]
New York Times.
- What? - New York fucking Times.
They called for a comment.
They they called the station.
They talked to the captain.
This can't fucking go down.
Not now.
Not fucking now.
Can you meet me? Yeah, where? Corner of Essex and Grand.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER.]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[SIREN WAILING.]
You all right? Yeah.
You? Fucked is what I am.
This fucking guy is gonna ruin me.
Did the reporter talk to anyone else? What do you mean? Is there anything else I should know about, Mac? No.
The other guys, they they into anything? I don't know.
I mean, fuck, there's over 400 guys working out of the 132.
What about bringing us out to Staten Island? what was she talking about? Ever done that before? Ray.
Fetu Autufuga is a bad man, okay? I fucking went out there four times on a domestic.
This guy broke his wife's orbital cavity, almost blinded her.
So why don't you tell that to the reporter? She won't talk, Ray, okay? She's scared.
She won't fucking press charges, so this guy keeps coming over and fucking her up over and over again.
[SCOFFS.]
I tailed him, Ray.
I planted drugs on him, and I drove him out to the 132 where I know judges won't tolerate that kind of shit.
[SIGHS.]
You planted drugs on him? Ray I swear to you.
This guy is a fucking piece of shit.
I'm gonna need some blow and an untraceable gun.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
What are you talking about? Coke as much as you can get from evidence and an untraceable gun.
I'm gonna need a silencer, too.
You sure? - Yeah, I'm sure.
- [CAR DOOR OPENS.]
[SIREN WAILING, HORN HONKS.]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[CIGARETTE CRACKLING.]
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[ANITA EXHALES DEEPLY.]
Started to think you weren't coming back.
- What's with the fucking booze? - What? Thought I told you not to go out.
You went out.
How much is Sam paying you? - Not enough.
- Then why you do it? [KNOB SQUEAKS, WATER RUNNING.]
[SIGHS.]
I was in eighth place four weeks ago.
Almost dropped out of the race.
Then I got a call from Sam Winslow.
- Yeah? - And suddenly my face is on billboards and TV commercials.
I'm in second fucking place.
This might actually happen.
When something like this comes along, you don't stop to think maybe I'm not that person.
Wipe the blood off your face.
You were never there.
Anyone asks, you had dinner at the office with Sam, stayed late to talk about the campaign.
Okay.
Where were you tonight? I was with Sam at the office, strategizing.
Good.
Don't go straight home.
What? Take the cab to Midtown, then take another one home.
Shower, change, but make sure you get to work on time.
Don't cancel anything today.
What are you gonna do? Don't worry about what I'm gonna do.
Forget you ever met me.
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
[LINE TRILLING.]
[SAM.]
How's she doing? Put her on your schedule.
Last night you worked late.
And the person I was really with? Pay him off or give me his name, up to you.
[DOOR BUZZES.]
[DOOR BUZZES.]
[CAR HORNS HONKING.]
[CAR HORN BLARES.]
[MAN.]
Hey, what the fuck lady? [HORN HONKS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[CAR DOOR CLOSES.]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV.]
- [SCOFFS.]
- [PA BEEPS.]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER PA.]
You think my father's a piece of shit, don't you? Excuse me? Well, he's just like any other fucking felon, right? What? Let me tell you something.
That man he carried a lot of weight on him.
He did 20 years at Walpole for fuck's sake.
He's tough as nails.
And that's what a boy needs, you know? Somebody to teach him how to be strong.
He always tried to do that.
He didn't always do it right.
And you can't trust the man, ever.
And maybe he did beat on us a little too often and ran around on our mother when she was dying of cancer.
And if you cross him, he'll probably kill you.
But he loves me.
He loves me.
And right now I don't got a whole lot of people that do.
[MEN SPEAKING SPANISH.]
[UPBEAT LATIN MUSIC PLAYING.]
[GRUNTS.]
[SIGHS.]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER OVER POLICE RADIO.]
What are you gonna do with all this shit? - Where's the silencer? - I'm not an armory, Ray.
I don't have suppressors laying around in the house.
[GUN CLICKS.]
I'm gonna text you an address.
When I do, I want you to call it in, okay? Let me come with you.
No, you want to help, send somebody you trust when you call it in.
What are they gonna find there, Ray? Go get your kid, take him over to my brother's gym.
I'll meet you there later, all right? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
[ZIPPER CLOSES.]
[VANCE BREATHING HEAVILY.]
[VANCE LAUGHING.]
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that's good.
- Oh, you like that? - [ANITA.]
Uh-huh.
[VANCE LAUGHS, ANITA MOANS.]
[VANCE.]
What? What the fuck are you doing? [VANCE.]
Just settle down.
[BOTH GRUNT.]
[BOTH.]
Oh! [BLOW LANDS, ANITA GRUNTS.]
- [ANITA.]
No! What the - [SIGHS.]
[BOTH GRUNT.]
[ANITA BREATHING HEAVILY.]
Oh! Ow! - [VANCE.]
Shut up.
- [BOTH GRUNT.]
- [COMPUTER BEEPS.]
- [CELL PHONE BEEPS, CLICKING.]
[LINE TRILLING.]
I changed my mind.
[FETU.]
Who the fuck is this? Ray Donovan.
[SCOFFS.]
Man, fuck you.
Don't hang up, please.
You got to understand.
I got kids.
Their mom She died last year.
Took her own life, and, uh I spun out, so But things are better now, you know? I'm I-I-I got a second chance and Look, if those kids thought that I tried to quit on them, too, that'd kill them.
Man, I don't give a fuck about your kids.
I'll call The New York Times.
I'll tell them about the bullshit charges.
I-I'll tell 'em about Staten Island, whatever you want.
- I want the money.
- I'll give you the money.
[GATE OPENS, CREAKS.]
One hundred and twenty grand cash.
Sure.
Look, if I give you that money, I got to know you're not gonna tell anyone what you saw.
That's right.
Okay.
It'll take me about an hour.
Meet me at my place.
I'll text you the address.
[GROANS SOFTLY.]
[CELL PHONE CHIMES.]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[DOORBELL BUZZES.]
Come on in.
Wow.
This your place? Yeah.
Can I get you a drink? Yeah, yeah.
Why not, man? If I had an apartment like this, I wouldn't be jumping off no fucking buildings, man.
- Hell, nah.
- I'll take that.
This is for you.
That's what I'm talking about, man.
What the fuck? [BODY THUDS.]
[GRUNTS SOFTLY.]
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING OVER CAR STEREO.]
Is Grandpa gonna die? Um I don't know, Con.
Hey, so where they about to send you Kuwait? Like, what are y'all even doing there? Kuwait? Yeah, I don't hey, I don't know.
[LAUGHING.]
Germany.
Next month.
Wow.
Hey, you know, Con, let me ask you a question, man.
Like, why you doing this? What? This, like, all of this, the whole Marines thing.
Someone has to do it.
Yeah.
I guess you're right.
I just know I couldn't do it, man.
I'm not I'm not, like, a military dude.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
- Yo.
- [ANTOINE.]
Yo! Yo, we got her! - What? - K'Lei Hughes! She doing our motherfucking movie, baby! - No! - I'm telling you.
I guess she couldn't resist the Trip Trip Trip.
Hot shorty drip, drip, drippin' on my dick, dick, dick.
You know what I'm saying? [LAUGHS.]
God damn! Hell, yeah! [LAUGHS.]
[ANTOINE.]
I know, man! The K'Lei Hughes.
I got to call my mama.
I'm out! - [ENGINE REVS.]
- Shit! What about K'Lei Hughes? I'm K'Lei Hughes' boss.
She about to be in my movie.
How'd you pull that off? [CHUCKLES.]
[TELEPHONE RINGING.]
[GROANING.]
[FARTS, GROANS.]
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
You okay? No, I had the chicken lasagna.
Felt wrong, but I was so hungry.
Be right back.
I'll be a minute.
- Take your time.
- [EXHALES DEEPLY.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES, TOILET SEAT CLATTERS.]
[MONITOR BEEPING.]
[SIGHS.]
I seen I seen the Grim Reaper and I told him not yet.
[LAUGHS WEAKLY.]
Pop, you had a heart attack, all right? I-I thought I thought I lost you.
I heard what you said.
You have to help me get out of here, Bunch.
You have to help me get out of here.
Listen to me.
You have to help me.
I didn't do this thing.
You know.
You know I didn't.
[SOLEMN MUSIC.]
There's nothing I can do, okay? W-what can I do, Mick? I'm looking at the last act.
I'm only asking for what's just, what's right.
I didn't kill Barnes, and I can't die in prison for it.
Get me out of here.
Bunch, you got to get me out of here.
[TOILET FLUSHES.]
[GROANS.]
[DOOR OPENS.]
Oh, man.
[DOOR CLOSES.]
[BURPS.]
Holy Mother of God, that is much better.
[EXHALES SHARPLY.]
I'm gonna take a walk.
We ain't going anywhere.
Be right back.
[GUARD.]
Yeah.
[SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPING.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
Ray.
Is he gone? No.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Teresa took Maria from me.
Just fucking took her.
Ah, Jesus, Bunch.
I They said it was 'cause [SIGHS.]
'cause of my drinking and my family.
They said we're all bad for her.
Bunch, listen to me.
You're a great fucking father, you hear me? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
I got to go.
You really need to do that? Suit yourself.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS, DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
Good-bye, Mr.
Sandro.
[ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[SIGHS.]
Okay.
It was my fault.
- What? - Last night's situation.
I've been thinking about it, and it was my bad.
Look, Ray, I wouldn't put you through all this trouble, but I really need her.
You bother to check her out before you got into all this? Obviously not enough.
- Well, you should have.
- That's what you do.
You ever hear of Featureflix? Seventy-five billion dollars of Pacific's money to acquire the world's largest streaming service.
It'll be our growth driver.
Doug was the only hold out, and now that we've acquired it, we need a specific piece of property, 85 acres, publicly owned, to house it.
You know what's on it now? A prison.
So I made an offer.
A fair offer.
The mayor blocked it.
Hundred thousand dollars every week until the election.
Once she's elected, I double it.
You look like shit.
I'll get you a drink.
Sit down.
[LIQUOR POURING.]
[GROANS.]
There's something I've been meaning to ask you, and it's none of my business, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to, but - That night - I was tired.
Tired? I just I just wanted it all to stop.
And then there she was.
Who? Abby.
Like she'd been there all along, you know? And I I started to think that without her there wasn't much for me, you know? [DRAMATIC MUSIC.]
Look at me.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm glad you're not dead.
You and me, Ray we're gonna make a mayor.
[GROANS.]
[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV.]
Doctor come in, or he move or anything? [GUARD.]
No, just there like that.
Brought you a hero.
[GRUNTS.]
Want one? Yours.
Thanks.
Excuse me, my man.
Yeah, how can I help you? Um, I'm here to see my father.
Uh, he was brought in last night.
His name's Mickey Donovan.
- [COMPUTER BEEPS.]
- Donovan? You got to put your hands up, right? First thing you got to learn is defense.
- [JIMMY.]
Not punching? - Defense first, kid.
[PUNCHES THUDDING.]
Heard there was a fucked-up drug deal downtown.
Seems like some Wall Street douchebag and his Samoan dealer shot each other.
Real John Wayne shit.
Yeah.
You all right, Ray? - Huh? - Yeah, sure.
I'm gonna get Jimmy back to Am before she gets pissed.
- I'll see you at the bar.
- Yeah.
[MAC.]
All right, kid, let's go.
Hey, you should bring him back.
He's got potential.
[MAC.]
Hey, thanks, anything you need.
- How was it? - Eh.
I talked to Bridget.
Yeah? Congratulations.
Thanks.
He's a good kid.
Yeah, well, you know, they're young.
Well, you were young.
You hear about Mick? Think we should fly out there? What for? I don't know.
Say good-bye.
Make sure we got no regrets.
I don't got any regrets.
You? No.
Fuck him.
Mick.
Mickey.
Pop! What? Just making sure.
Making sure what? I didn't break you out so you could fucking die on me.
[SLOWLY.]
Ah, nah.
I'm already a ghost, kid.
I've been haunting people all my life.
[MELANCHOLY MUSIC.]
[BOAT HORN BLOWS.]
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
[CELL PHONE BEEPS.]
- Yeah? - Mickey broke out.
What? I don't know.
Bunchy must have helped him.
Look, Ray, I don't know what the fuck happened.
But he almost killed a fucking guard.
So Bunchy's now not here, and Mickey is out now.
What are we gonna do? Ray? Yeah.
A-are you okay? Sure.
S-so what are we gonna do? Mickey is going to kill me.
[LINE CLICKS.]
[REFLECTIVE MUSIC.]