Ray Donovan s07e03 Episode Script
Phantom
1 [RAY.]
Previously, on Ray Donovan [MOTOR REVVING.]
[DARYLL.]
Two [BOTH.]
Three! [SPLASH.]
- What the hell? - [DARK MUSIC.]
[ENGINE TURNS.]
Oh, God! [TIRES SCREECHING.]
[BOOM.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
[VOMITING.]
[DARK MUSIC.]
Can you tell me where you were on the night of November 7th? [NO AUDIO.]
My dad needs a favor.
Fuck it! [MAN GROANS, WOMAN WHIMPERS.]
The fuck [UNEASY MUSIC.]
[GIGGLING.]
May he rest in fuckin' peace.
Sláinte.
Ray-Ray.
[BLUESY VOCALIZING.]
My time Lord my time Oh, Lord Goin' home Oh, Lord Goin' home, Lord I'm home She goin' home Make me feel like Make me feel like My time, Lord my time Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh - Mmm - [MICKEY.]
Why me? Why did I survive? It was pretty spectacular, Ray.
I'm talkin' genuine hand of God here I think I may be blessed.
You don't wanna know what happened? No.
Not even curious? You know, you live through somethin' like that, and it gets you thinkin' about what's really important our purpose here, shit like that.
Where we goin', Ray? Those cops you chopped up one of the heads came up.
[SOFTLY.]
Jesus.
What are you gonna do? Gonna make it easy for them to pin it on you.
I'm not going back to prison.
[SOFTLY.]
I can't go back, Ray.
[RAY.]
Course you can't.
You're dead.
That was a nice urn you bought for me.
I'm not sure about the Eternal Flame thing.
I didn't know they made those.
Kind of a strange strange choice, actually, for a guy who burned to death.
[LAUGHS.]
[MICKEY.]
You can admit you were sad, Ray, when you heard that I was dead.
It's only natural.
- What? - Nothing to be ashamed of.
No one would judge ya for it if you shed a tear or two for your old man.
[DARK MUSIC.]
I want you to stand there, put your prints on the door.
Sure yeah.
[MICKEY.]
I'm puttin' 'em everywhere here.
[DARK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
He was right here when I popped him.
What? The cop I shot, when I saved your life, Raymond.
Here.
[RAY.]
Blow your nose.
[MICKEY.]
Sure my blood.
Ooh, that's a lotta DNA.
[SNIFFS.]
Have a party.
[PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY.]
[MICKEY.]
So why didn't I go up in flames? It was like the Titanic.
Remember in the Titanic where the rear of the boat goes up in the air and everyone else is drowning? It's the same thing because the back of the bus sorta catches all the bumps the hardest.
So the security door just opened right up like the Red Sea partin'.
And I'm out the fuckin' door.
[HINGES SQUEAK.]
Shoulda seen the explosion, Ray, and the flames.
And me flyin' through the air out the back of the bus carried on angel wings or something.
What kinda boat did you take? [MICKEY.]
One-a those little Whalers out there.
Wasn't normal, Ray.
Was from somethin' else, ya know? - Sign this.
- [PAD SLAPS DOWN.]
Yeah.
[DISTANT BOAT HORN BLOWS.]
[RAY.]
The fuck is that? They'll match up the handwritin'.
Bein' a cop killer's one thing, Ray, but don't make me look stupid.
[DARK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[MICKEY.]
Ah, yeah.
You popped seven rounds into a guy just sittin' down.
Put your prints on this.
Didn't wanna give him a chance, did ya? - [RAY.]
Let's go.
- Wait a minute.
What? I would never get rid of a gun and not wipe it down.
But Under the duress of a murder, I might accidentally leave a new print as I'm wipin' down the old.
You're welcome.
[SOFTLY.]
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING.]
The Post.
[AMBIENT BACKGROUND NOISE, CHATTER.]
- Ma! - Oh, my baby.
Hi.
- [DARYLL.]
I missed you.
- Oh, my sweetheart.
Let me look at you.
[SMALL LAUGH.]
- Been a long time, huh? - Mm-hmm.
Sorry about Mickey.
About that [DOORBELL RINGS.]
What is this? [RAY.]
The story's changed.
Okay My father killed everyone.
Pleasure to meet you.
You have lovely eyes.
This is the guy Mac told you killed Rad, Al, and Bianchi.
Him? You're not exactly meeting me at my best, darling.
Where's that leave Mac in all this? He's not a cop killer.
[MICKEY.]
That was a kindness you did, Raymond.
A mitzvah, like the Jewish people call it.
What? Supportin' the widow.
That's the fuckin' purpose I'm talkin' about.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Hi, Ray.
Make the calls.
Destroy the phones.
Is that Sandy? You don't have ta tell me that.
I'm not a fuckin' amateur.
- [BEEP.]
- [BEEP.]
Let me talk to her.
You're dead.
You don't talk to anyone.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
[DIAL BEEP TONES.]
[LINE RINGS.]
Hello, is this the tip line? - [MAN.]
Yes, it is.
- Good.
Listen, uh I was pickin' up trash today in an alley behind, uh, 272 Altoona Street.
[CHUCKLES.]
I like to volunteer and beautify the neighborhood.
And I found something very strange a bloodied shirt and a gun.
[MAN.]
A bloody shirt and gun.
And what was your name? Uh, no, dear, I, uh, I will not leave my name.
Uh the Bible tells us never to practice our good deeds in public or we'll have no reward from our Father in heaven.
- [BEEP.]
- [EXHALES.]
[SPLASH.]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER.]
[DARYLL TALKING INDISTINCTLY.]
I mean, I'm not saying I'm vain - [CLAUDETTE.]
Uh-huh.
- [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]
Daryll Donovan.
Yeah, what's up? Detective Perry.
NYPD.
I have some questions about the night of November seventh.
November seventh? What, like last year November seventh? You remember where you were that night? [DARYLL.]
Ah yes.
I do, um, I went to Madison Square Garden for the first time.
The J.
W.
H.
show.
J.
W.
H.
show.
Jonathan Walker Hanson.
And, oh, yes, he killed it.
He must be thrilled with the new demographic.
What? Can anyone else confirm you being there? Yeah, my, um, I went with my brother and my niece and her husband.
- Your family; of course.
- [DARYLL.]
Yeah.
Oh, and, uh, you know, we got to go backstage and, like, meet Jonathan Walker Hanson.
And, uh, we also met his, uh, producer Adam Rain.
[PERRY.]
I ask them about you, - they'll remember? - [DARYLL.]
I don't know, I mean I mean, we had a good talk, though.
We talked about, like, you know, baseball, like the Dodgers, Yankees, who's better.
Oh, he, yeah, he likes dogs.
- [PERRY.]
Who? - Jonathan Walker Hanson.
- I said that already.
- I need receipts, ticket stubs, selfies of you backstage with those dogs.
Otherwise, next time, I'm gonna have to take you in.
Okay.
Have a good day.
[SCOFFS.]
Okay, so what was that all about? - Ma, I dunno! - Mm-hmm.
Well, it sounds like some Donovan bull-shit to me.
Ma, don't worry about it, all right? We good! Daryll you gonna land your ass in prison.
[CLAUDETTE, WHISPERING.]
Shit! [SOMBER MUSIC.]
- Is this the tip line? - [WOMAN.]
Yes, ma'am.
Ah so listen, uh I was suckin' off one-a my Johns the other day and he runs a boat rental outfit over there on Long Island.
[WOMAN.]
North Shore or South Shore? Yeah, right near where all those heads is comin' up.
[WOMAN.]
So, Huntington? Yeah, that's right.
[WOMAN.]
And which rental store in Huntington? Uh-huh.
- [WOMAN.]
No, whi - You got it.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Terry.
You came back.
Yeah, I-I did.
I I wanna do it again.
Come on.
[STORE MANAGER.]
A raise? - [BUNCHY.]
Yeah.
- A raise.
I protected the store, right, I saved lives.
What you did, Brendan firing a weapon, injuring two people that is not our safety policy.
Well, fuck your safety policy, all right? - Those gunmen - Gunmen? You shot a teenager in the back who now is in intensive care.
- Intensive care? - And God forbid if he dies, you'll be getting whatever's the opposite of a raise.
Lawyers and corporate are coming in later today to decide whether we're defending you, firing you, [VOICE FADES, ECHOES.]
or suing you, and you want a raise.
[DISTANT, MUFFLED.]
Read your contract [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Yeah.
[FERATTI.]
That little person.
What? The picture of the little person.
- What about him? - He won't talk, will he? - No.
- Good.
That's good.
The DA's gonna file charges against Sullivan child endangerment, sex crimes.
I want you to find me a ten-year-old boy.
What for? To say he was the kid in the picture.
I want you to do that.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
Trouble? [PHONE BEEPS.]
[METAL CLANKING, SQUEAKING.]
The Fortress of Solitude, huh? [CLANK.]
What's, uh, what's with all the tequila? It's Tommy Wheeler's place.
We're just usin' the back for a while.
You could put the Raiders of the fuckin' Lost Ark in here.
Hey, guys.
- You got everything? - Yeah, the money and ticket are ready just give me a second with the passport.
Hey, Smitty, man.
You all right? - I'm fuckin' here.
- [LIGHT LAUGH.]
Back from the dead.
Like the Son of God risen up.
Adam Rain sent you that.
[MICKEY CHATTERS IN BACKGROUND.]
I was in the bus with everyone else, and I-I'm workin' on these cuffs that were tight and I'm tryin' to loosen 'em.
And I checked my, uh, four-leaf clover.
See? Got a four-leaf clover there.
Luck o' the Irish.
Does, uh he know he's goin'? - [MICKEY CHATTERING.]
- Not yet.
- Puhhh puuuhhhh - Hey, Ray.
Have you have you heard this story? Yeah, I heard it.
- It's fuckin' amazing, it's - [MICKEY.]
Yeah, and I I musta gone out.
I musta gone out for a second or two.
So where're we goin'? To see the shaman.
W-what does he do? Parkinson's.
Cancer, Alzheimer's, autism, manic depression.
It's all just blocked channels in the body.
You shove western medicine into those channels, and that pharmaceutical poison just blocks 'em even more.
But what the shaman does is he asks you to clear those channels.
So this guy c can cure me? He is going to show you a way to cure yourself.
I see nothin' but red, smoke, and fuckin' flames and a little flicker off to the side, and it's burnin' metal.
[MICKEY.]
And I Uh [STAMMERS.]
can I help you? I need to speak with Ray Donovan.
[SMITTY.]
Uh, do you have an appointment? Just tell him that Kevin Sullivan's sister's here.
[LIGHTLY TENSE MUSIC.]
[MICKEY.]
Sullivan.
You got people in Boston? I do [LENA.]
Mr.
Wallace.
Mr.
Wallace, right this way.
Oh! Oh, yes, dear.
[HUFFS.]
Can we speak privately? Sure.
Is that Jim Sullivan's daughter? I-I don't know.
Grew into a beauty.
Seems nice enough, too, which is a miracle, considering her father's a legitimate piece of shit.
Have a seat.
I found something that I wanted to give you.
Yeah? Your sister was my babysitter.
And she used to have me put makeup on her and, like, feather her hair.
[LIGHT LAUGH.]
Do you remember that look? What do you want? You made my brother look like something he's not.
Yeah? Look, I know you won't take money.
I've got a feeling you're not a man who gives a shit about threats.
[EXHALES.]
I guess I was just hoping.
Hopin' what? Bridget told me you were the best person she knew.
I guess I was hoping maybe that Ray Donovan might still be around.
[SIGHS.]
What's goin' on? He's got something on her brother.
[QUIETLY.]
He's got a picture of Kevin Sullivan sucking on some guy's cock.
[MICKEY.]
You got, uh, pictures of Jim Sullivan's kid - suckin' cock, huh? - [LENA.]
Yeah.
- Finished? - What you got goin' on with the Sullivans? That's for you.
You know what you're getting into? That's a one-way ticket.
The Maldives.
Yeah.
"Martin O'Dea"? You couldn't find a more Irish name, huh? Here, put these on.
Sendin' me away, huh? Ray, I'm dead.
No one's lookin' for me no more.
Yeah? How long is that gonna last? Forever and a fuckin' day.
That's why I'm a fuckin' huge asset.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Yeah.
Okay, Ray, this detective is, like, sweatin' me, okay? She's gonna come back like at any minute.
- Calm down, Daryll.
- I am calm, all right? But if she gets back here, okay, a-and I don't have credentials or a p or a picture of me and J.
W.
H.
's dog backstage, she's gonna put my black ass in jail.
- I'll be right over.
- [PHONE BEEPS.]
[RAY SIGHS.]
Let's go.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING.]
[LIBERTY INHALES.]
[EXHALES.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[LIBERTY.]
What do ya think? [GRUNTS.]
Okay, first, give me your meds.
- [PILLS RATTLING.]
- All of 'em.
[PILLS RATTLING.]
Let me show you around.
I could do plastic surgery, Ray.
Get a whole new face.
Get rid of these fingerprints, too.
People do that.
[LAUGHING, CHATTERING.]
Oh, where the hell are we? Little slice of heaven.
Hoo! [CHUCKLES.]
Stay here.
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
- [RAY.]
What'd you tell her? - [DARYLL.]
What? The cop I need to know exactly what you fuckin' told her.
Hello, Ray.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
Uh, she, uh, came for Pop's funeral.
So how have you been? Here's a ticket stub and a badge.
Give it to the cop next time you see her.
'Kay.
Try to keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Raymond, is that Claudette? - [ENGINE TURNS.]
- What's she doin' here? She came for your fuckin' funeral.
[TIRES SCREECH.]
She came for my funeral.
[CLICK, HINGES SQUEAK.]
[UNSETTLING MUSIC.]
Wait here, just a moment.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Hey, Bunch.
[HEAVY BREATHING.]
[SLURRING.]
Why didn't you testify? What? [BUNCHY.]
I know you didn't need the money, but You coulda at least been there when I had to take the stand, you know, in front of all those priests.
Where are you? Farley's.
[BEEP, PHONE CLATTERS.]
[CRYPTIC MUSIC.]
What's up? You have a question for me, Terry? I-I-I just wanna get better.
We can help you.
How? Our cosmovision incorporates ancestral medical techniques with a view of humankind and its place in the universe grounded in a devotion to Pachamama, Mother Earth.
In other words, we will help you return to yourself.
The rest is up to you.
Thanks.
You've been fighting your whole life.
You're fighting right now.
Yeah.
[SHAMAN WHISPERS.]
Stop don't fight them.
[CRYPTIC MUSIC.]
W-wha Let yourself be part of them.
Think of it this way, Terry.
Your hands are still.
It's the world that's trembling.
Ya all right? I'm sorry I said what I said when I called ya.
Just Don't worry about it.
Let's get outta here.
Come on.
When I went in to ask for a raise after what I after what I did you know what they said? What? [UNEVEN BREATHING.]
That they might fuckin' sue me or fire me.
I was protectin' the store.
You did the right thing, Bunch.
I shot a fucking kid in the back! You did what had to be done.
What nobody in that fuckin' store had the nerve to do.
Shit hit the fuckin' fan, you stood up and did what had to be done.
[SOFTLY.]
Say it.
[LOUDER.]
Say it.
I did what had to be done.
Yeah.
[SOFTLY.]
That's right.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Ray's forcin' me to leave the country, Bunch.
Yeah? Yeah, after all I done for everybody.
All I done for you.
Tell him I won't be a problem, Bunch.
Yeah, you will, Mick.
You're always a fuckin' problem.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Hey, Detective! [DARYLL.]
Uh, come on in.
Heard about your father.
My condolences.
Uh, yeah, thanks.
We got a few calls today.
Anonymous tips.
Led us to a gun in Staten Island with your father's prints.
Another call led us to a marina.
Some fishermen in the area said they saw a man fitting the description of your father out on the water that day.
Said he wasn't alone.
Said he was with a black man.
Late 30s, early 40s.
Well-built.
And my son's the only person in five boroughs that fits that description, right? The backstage pass and the tickets that you was asking about just excuse me.
I don't, uh I normally don't, uh, keep this kinda shit, but, you know, it was a special night.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- [PERRY.]
Wow.
His first-ever middle-aged African-American fan.
Yeah, my man even, uh, [LAUGHS.]
he signed it, uh, "To Daryll.
" The real deal.
Impressive.
You mind if I hold on to these? [MUTTERS.]
Sure, if you want.
I appreciate all your help.
I'll circle back.
[LIGHTLY EDGY MUSIC.]
We were a good team today, Ray.
Donovan and son.
Donovan and Donovan.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'm askin' ya let me be useful.
You gotta go, Mick.
You'll, uh, come visit me, right? Sure.
They got huts in the ocean out there.
People actually live on stilts over the water.
[MICKEY.]
Yeah.
A little sharky, but, uh they say it's beautiful.
Hey.
Hey.
[QUIETLY.]
You were always my favorite.
You say that to all your sons, Mick.
It's true every time I say it.
[SOFT MUSIC.]
Ray I accept your forgiveness.
I thought about it.
And I accept it.
Fine.
And I forgive you.
[RAY.]
Fine.
You should go through, Mick.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Think we're bad sons, Ray? Pull over the car.
Why? Just pull over the fuckin' car.
What's goin' on? Hey.
Bunch.
[BELL TOLLING.]
I don't wanna close this case.
Do you know much heat there is on this? Not just from upstairs but above upstairs.
- I do.
- So close it up.
- It doesn't feel right.
- Feel right.
You got a gun with fingerprints and ballistics report to match.
And no motive and no logic.
- Don't haggle.
- It's a frame job.
His father couldn't've done this alone.
[BRICKER.]
You got three solved murders to your name here.
Michael Donovan was a son of a bitch, and we can all feel grateful that murderin' psychopath is dead.
But you're gonna let Ray Donovan - get away with fucking m - Shut it down.
Take the win and call it a day, Detective.
[SIGHS.]
I got the DA ready to draw up an indictment, and I need to announce the deal.
So get me the camera and a fucking kid by the end of the day.
[BEEP.]
You left early last time.
Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that.
Oh, I'm not asking for an apology.
I'm just curious about what you were feeling.
I lost control.
That happens when I drink.
Did you drink more after you left? Yeah.
Wanna talk about that? Not really.
You wanna talk about your father? Okay.
Is there anything you wanna talk about? Somethin' my sister said.
What? When we were kids [INHALES.]
um [SIGHS.]
before my mother got sick, before all this We read these books together.
They were about, uh about a veterinarian in London.
There were four of them All Creatures Great and Small, All Things Bright and Beautiful, All Things Wise and Wonderful, And The Lord God Made Them All.
Yeah, I know those books.
I read them too.
I thought I should be somethin' like that, you know? Veterinarian someone who helps animals.
Or people.
What? Someone who helps people.
Yeah.
[MELANCHOLY PIANO NOTES.]
Missed it.
There was some real "Eleanor Rigby" shit goin' on in here.
Sorry, family stuff.
You know what's actually kind of incredible? I mean, he sang beautifully.
I mean, no one's ever gonna take him seriously, - but he's really talented.
- [LIGHT CHUCKLE.]
I, uh, I wanted to say thank you for helping me out with those tickets.
I liked it.
- What? - I mean, I know whatever your dad's into, it's fucked up, right? And I like being in on that fixer shit.
It's not that great.
Well, I need some more danger in my life.
You think that's what you want? - [BRIDGET, CHUCKLES.]
- Come here.
Come here.
Listen to this.
[MELANCHOLY NOTES.]
I think The Hollies and Radiohead - already made that one.
- [LAUGHING.]
No! Oh no! Yeah.
- God damn it! - [LAUGHING.]
- [ADAM.]
Ohh - [BRIDGET.]
Yeah.
- Uh-hmm.
- [STRUMMING GUITAR.]
What is it, "The Air That I Breathe"? - Mm-hmm.
- [WHISPERS.]
Oh, my God.
- Yep.
- [STRUMMING GUITAR.]
[HUMMING.]
If I could make a wish I think I'd pass - [ADAM.]
Whew! - [WHISPERS.]
It's so good.
Can't think of Anything I need Holy shit.
[LAUGHS.]
No Cigarettes, no sleep No lights No sound - Noth ing to eat - [LAUGHING.]
No books to read - Keep goin', keep goin'.
- Mm-hmm, that's it.
- No, come on! - I should go.
No.
Stay.
Why? Because someone needs to stop me from plagiarizing songs.
Come on.
S some [BOTH.]
Times All I need is the air That I breathe [HUMS.]
- You - [ADAM, SOFTLY.]
That's it.
[DINNER MUSIC PLAYING.]
Johnny Walker on the rocks, please.
[MAN.]
Yes, sir.
[ICE CUBES TINKLING.]
I was surprised to get your text.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER.]
[DINNER MUSIC CONTINUES.]
You lived across the street from the house that burned down, right? [WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
- The Murphys.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you were right next to the Goodwill.
Yeah.
[LIGHT LAUGH.]
Yeah, my mother bought so much shit from that place, my brother thought Goodwill was a brand name.
My sister she really say all those things about me? What? That I was the best person she knew.
[MOLLY.]
Yes.
Why? Doesn't sound like her.
You were the best person she knew.
I was there.
Did you think I was making it up? I should go.
Stay for another drink.
I mean Ray.
Thank you.
[DINNER MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Where you been? I gave Molly Sullivan the camera.
[LENA.]
Well, Feratti's gonna come after you with everything he's got now.
Yeah.
What, you don't care? I don't wanna do it anymore.
Ray Shake my hand.
Why? Because I'm leaving.
It's time.
Yeah.
Bye, Ray.
[THE WATERBOYS' "FISHERMAN'S BLUES" PLAYS.]
Whoo I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin' on the seas Far away from dry land And its bitter memories Castin' out my sweet line With abandonment and love No ceilin' bearin' down on me 'Cept the starry sky above With light in my head You in my arms Whoo [NO AUDIO.]
I wish I was the brakeman On a hurtlin' fevered train Crashin' headlong into the heartland Like a cannon in the rain With the beating of the sleepers And the burnin' of the coal Counting the towns flashing by In a night that's full of soul With light in my head You in my arms Whoo [SONG CONTINUES.]
Well, I know I will be loosened From bonds that hold me fast That the chains all hung around me Will fall away at last And on that fine and fateful day I will take me in my hands I will ride on the train I will be the fisherman With light in my head You in my arms Whoo hoo hoo Whoo hoo Light in my head You in my arms Light in my head You Light in my head
Previously, on Ray Donovan [MOTOR REVVING.]
[DARYLL.]
Two [BOTH.]
Three! [SPLASH.]
- What the hell? - [DARK MUSIC.]
[ENGINE TURNS.]
Oh, God! [TIRES SCREECHING.]
[BOOM.]
[CROWD CHEERING.]
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
[VOMITING.]
[DARK MUSIC.]
Can you tell me where you were on the night of November 7th? [NO AUDIO.]
My dad needs a favor.
Fuck it! [MAN GROANS, WOMAN WHIMPERS.]
The fuck [UNEASY MUSIC.]
[GIGGLING.]
May he rest in fuckin' peace.
Sláinte.
Ray-Ray.
[BLUESY VOCALIZING.]
My time Lord my time Oh, Lord Goin' home Oh, Lord Goin' home, Lord I'm home She goin' home Make me feel like Make me feel like My time, Lord my time Ooh ooh-ooh-ooh - Mmm - [MICKEY.]
Why me? Why did I survive? It was pretty spectacular, Ray.
I'm talkin' genuine hand of God here I think I may be blessed.
You don't wanna know what happened? No.
Not even curious? You know, you live through somethin' like that, and it gets you thinkin' about what's really important our purpose here, shit like that.
Where we goin', Ray? Those cops you chopped up one of the heads came up.
[SOFTLY.]
Jesus.
What are you gonna do? Gonna make it easy for them to pin it on you.
I'm not going back to prison.
[SOFTLY.]
I can't go back, Ray.
[RAY.]
Course you can't.
You're dead.
That was a nice urn you bought for me.
I'm not sure about the Eternal Flame thing.
I didn't know they made those.
Kind of a strange strange choice, actually, for a guy who burned to death.
[LAUGHS.]
[MICKEY.]
You can admit you were sad, Ray, when you heard that I was dead.
It's only natural.
- What? - Nothing to be ashamed of.
No one would judge ya for it if you shed a tear or two for your old man.
[DARK MUSIC.]
I want you to stand there, put your prints on the door.
Sure yeah.
[MICKEY.]
I'm puttin' 'em everywhere here.
[DARK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
He was right here when I popped him.
What? The cop I shot, when I saved your life, Raymond.
Here.
[RAY.]
Blow your nose.
[MICKEY.]
Sure my blood.
Ooh, that's a lotta DNA.
[SNIFFS.]
Have a party.
[PHONE RINGS DISTANTLY.]
[MICKEY.]
So why didn't I go up in flames? It was like the Titanic.
Remember in the Titanic where the rear of the boat goes up in the air and everyone else is drowning? It's the same thing because the back of the bus sorta catches all the bumps the hardest.
So the security door just opened right up like the Red Sea partin'.
And I'm out the fuckin' door.
[HINGES SQUEAK.]
Shoulda seen the explosion, Ray, and the flames.
And me flyin' through the air out the back of the bus carried on angel wings or something.
What kinda boat did you take? [MICKEY.]
One-a those little Whalers out there.
Wasn't normal, Ray.
Was from somethin' else, ya know? - Sign this.
- [PAD SLAPS DOWN.]
Yeah.
[DISTANT BOAT HORN BLOWS.]
[RAY.]
The fuck is that? They'll match up the handwritin'.
Bein' a cop killer's one thing, Ray, but don't make me look stupid.
[DARK, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC.]
[MICKEY.]
Ah, yeah.
You popped seven rounds into a guy just sittin' down.
Put your prints on this.
Didn't wanna give him a chance, did ya? - [RAY.]
Let's go.
- Wait a minute.
What? I would never get rid of a gun and not wipe it down.
But Under the duress of a murder, I might accidentally leave a new print as I'm wipin' down the old.
You're welcome.
[SOFTLY.]
Jesus fuckin' Christ.
[RAP MUSIC PLAYING.]
The Post.
[AMBIENT BACKGROUND NOISE, CHATTER.]
- Ma! - Oh, my baby.
Hi.
- [DARYLL.]
I missed you.
- Oh, my sweetheart.
Let me look at you.
[SMALL LAUGH.]
- Been a long time, huh? - Mm-hmm.
Sorry about Mickey.
About that [DOORBELL RINGS.]
What is this? [RAY.]
The story's changed.
Okay My father killed everyone.
Pleasure to meet you.
You have lovely eyes.
This is the guy Mac told you killed Rad, Al, and Bianchi.
Him? You're not exactly meeting me at my best, darling.
Where's that leave Mac in all this? He's not a cop killer.
[MICKEY.]
That was a kindness you did, Raymond.
A mitzvah, like the Jewish people call it.
What? Supportin' the widow.
That's the fuckin' purpose I'm talkin' about.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Hi, Ray.
Make the calls.
Destroy the phones.
Is that Sandy? You don't have ta tell me that.
I'm not a fuckin' amateur.
- [BEEP.]
- [BEEP.]
Let me talk to her.
You're dead.
You don't talk to anyone.
[EDGY MUSIC.]
[DIAL BEEP TONES.]
[LINE RINGS.]
Hello, is this the tip line? - [MAN.]
Yes, it is.
- Good.
Listen, uh I was pickin' up trash today in an alley behind, uh, 272 Altoona Street.
[CHUCKLES.]
I like to volunteer and beautify the neighborhood.
And I found something very strange a bloodied shirt and a gun.
[MAN.]
A bloody shirt and gun.
And what was your name? Uh, no, dear, I, uh, I will not leave my name.
Uh the Bible tells us never to practice our good deeds in public or we'll have no reward from our Father in heaven.
- [BEEP.]
- [EXHALES.]
[SPLASH.]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER.]
[DARYLL TALKING INDISTINCTLY.]
I mean, I'm not saying I'm vain - [CLAUDETTE.]
Uh-huh.
- [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]
Daryll Donovan.
Yeah, what's up? Detective Perry.
NYPD.
I have some questions about the night of November seventh.
November seventh? What, like last year November seventh? You remember where you were that night? [DARYLL.]
Ah yes.
I do, um, I went to Madison Square Garden for the first time.
The J.
W.
H.
show.
J.
W.
H.
show.
Jonathan Walker Hanson.
And, oh, yes, he killed it.
He must be thrilled with the new demographic.
What? Can anyone else confirm you being there? Yeah, my, um, I went with my brother and my niece and her husband.
- Your family; of course.
- [DARYLL.]
Yeah.
Oh, and, uh, you know, we got to go backstage and, like, meet Jonathan Walker Hanson.
And, uh, we also met his, uh, producer Adam Rain.
[PERRY.]
I ask them about you, - they'll remember? - [DARYLL.]
I don't know, I mean I mean, we had a good talk, though.
We talked about, like, you know, baseball, like the Dodgers, Yankees, who's better.
Oh, he, yeah, he likes dogs.
- [PERRY.]
Who? - Jonathan Walker Hanson.
- I said that already.
- I need receipts, ticket stubs, selfies of you backstage with those dogs.
Otherwise, next time, I'm gonna have to take you in.
Okay.
Have a good day.
[SCOFFS.]
Okay, so what was that all about? - Ma, I dunno! - Mm-hmm.
Well, it sounds like some Donovan bull-shit to me.
Ma, don't worry about it, all right? We good! Daryll you gonna land your ass in prison.
[CLAUDETTE, WHISPERING.]
Shit! [SOMBER MUSIC.]
- Is this the tip line? - [WOMAN.]
Yes, ma'am.
Ah so listen, uh I was suckin' off one-a my Johns the other day and he runs a boat rental outfit over there on Long Island.
[WOMAN.]
North Shore or South Shore? Yeah, right near where all those heads is comin' up.
[WOMAN.]
So, Huntington? Yeah, that's right.
[WOMAN.]
And which rental store in Huntington? Uh-huh.
- [WOMAN.]
No, whi - You got it.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Terry.
You came back.
Yeah, I-I did.
I I wanna do it again.
Come on.
[STORE MANAGER.]
A raise? - [BUNCHY.]
Yeah.
- A raise.
I protected the store, right, I saved lives.
What you did, Brendan firing a weapon, injuring two people that is not our safety policy.
Well, fuck your safety policy, all right? - Those gunmen - Gunmen? You shot a teenager in the back who now is in intensive care.
- Intensive care? - And God forbid if he dies, you'll be getting whatever's the opposite of a raise.
Lawyers and corporate are coming in later today to decide whether we're defending you, firing you, [VOICE FADES, ECHOES.]
or suing you, and you want a raise.
[DISTANT, MUFFLED.]
Read your contract [CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY.]
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Yeah.
[FERATTI.]
That little person.
What? The picture of the little person.
- What about him? - He won't talk, will he? - No.
- Good.
That's good.
The DA's gonna file charges against Sullivan child endangerment, sex crimes.
I want you to find me a ten-year-old boy.
What for? To say he was the kid in the picture.
I want you to do that.
[PHONE BEEPS.]
Trouble? [PHONE BEEPS.]
[METAL CLANKING, SQUEAKING.]
The Fortress of Solitude, huh? [CLANK.]
What's, uh, what's with all the tequila? It's Tommy Wheeler's place.
We're just usin' the back for a while.
You could put the Raiders of the fuckin' Lost Ark in here.
Hey, guys.
- You got everything? - Yeah, the money and ticket are ready just give me a second with the passport.
Hey, Smitty, man.
You all right? - I'm fuckin' here.
- [LIGHT LAUGH.]
Back from the dead.
Like the Son of God risen up.
Adam Rain sent you that.
[MICKEY CHATTERS IN BACKGROUND.]
I was in the bus with everyone else, and I-I'm workin' on these cuffs that were tight and I'm tryin' to loosen 'em.
And I checked my, uh, four-leaf clover.
See? Got a four-leaf clover there.
Luck o' the Irish.
Does, uh he know he's goin'? - [MICKEY CHATTERING.]
- Not yet.
- Puhhh puuuhhhh - Hey, Ray.
Have you have you heard this story? Yeah, I heard it.
- It's fuckin' amazing, it's - [MICKEY.]
Yeah, and I I musta gone out.
I musta gone out for a second or two.
So where're we goin'? To see the shaman.
W-what does he do? Parkinson's.
Cancer, Alzheimer's, autism, manic depression.
It's all just blocked channels in the body.
You shove western medicine into those channels, and that pharmaceutical poison just blocks 'em even more.
But what the shaman does is he asks you to clear those channels.
So this guy c can cure me? He is going to show you a way to cure yourself.
I see nothin' but red, smoke, and fuckin' flames and a little flicker off to the side, and it's burnin' metal.
[MICKEY.]
And I Uh [STAMMERS.]
can I help you? I need to speak with Ray Donovan.
[SMITTY.]
Uh, do you have an appointment? Just tell him that Kevin Sullivan's sister's here.
[LIGHTLY TENSE MUSIC.]
[MICKEY.]
Sullivan.
You got people in Boston? I do [LENA.]
Mr.
Wallace.
Mr.
Wallace, right this way.
Oh! Oh, yes, dear.
[HUFFS.]
Can we speak privately? Sure.
Is that Jim Sullivan's daughter? I-I don't know.
Grew into a beauty.
Seems nice enough, too, which is a miracle, considering her father's a legitimate piece of shit.
Have a seat.
I found something that I wanted to give you.
Yeah? Your sister was my babysitter.
And she used to have me put makeup on her and, like, feather her hair.
[LIGHT LAUGH.]
Do you remember that look? What do you want? You made my brother look like something he's not.
Yeah? Look, I know you won't take money.
I've got a feeling you're not a man who gives a shit about threats.
[EXHALES.]
I guess I was just hoping.
Hopin' what? Bridget told me you were the best person she knew.
I guess I was hoping maybe that Ray Donovan might still be around.
[SIGHS.]
What's goin' on? He's got something on her brother.
[QUIETLY.]
He's got a picture of Kevin Sullivan sucking on some guy's cock.
[MICKEY.]
You got, uh, pictures of Jim Sullivan's kid - suckin' cock, huh? - [LENA.]
Yeah.
- Finished? - What you got goin' on with the Sullivans? That's for you.
You know what you're getting into? That's a one-way ticket.
The Maldives.
Yeah.
"Martin O'Dea"? You couldn't find a more Irish name, huh? Here, put these on.
Sendin' me away, huh? Ray, I'm dead.
No one's lookin' for me no more.
Yeah? How long is that gonna last? Forever and a fuckin' day.
That's why I'm a fuckin' huge asset.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Yeah.
Okay, Ray, this detective is, like, sweatin' me, okay? She's gonna come back like at any minute.
- Calm down, Daryll.
- I am calm, all right? But if she gets back here, okay, a-and I don't have credentials or a p or a picture of me and J.
W.
H.
's dog backstage, she's gonna put my black ass in jail.
- I'll be right over.
- [PHONE BEEPS.]
[RAY SIGHS.]
Let's go.
[MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING.]
[LIBERTY INHALES.]
[EXHALES.]
[BIRDS CHIRPING.]
[LIBERTY.]
What do ya think? [GRUNTS.]
Okay, first, give me your meds.
- [PILLS RATTLING.]
- All of 'em.
[PILLS RATTLING.]
Let me show you around.
I could do plastic surgery, Ray.
Get a whole new face.
Get rid of these fingerprints, too.
People do that.
[LAUGHING, CHATTERING.]
Oh, where the hell are we? Little slice of heaven.
Hoo! [CHUCKLES.]
Stay here.
[KNOCK ON DOOR.]
- [RAY.]
What'd you tell her? - [DARYLL.]
What? The cop I need to know exactly what you fuckin' told her.
Hello, Ray.
[UNEASY MUSIC.]
Uh, she, uh, came for Pop's funeral.
So how have you been? Here's a ticket stub and a badge.
Give it to the cop next time you see her.
'Kay.
Try to keep your fuckin' mouth shut.
[DOOR OPENS, CLOSES.]
[HEAVY MUSIC.]
[TENSE MUSIC.]
Raymond, is that Claudette? - [ENGINE TURNS.]
- What's she doin' here? She came for your fuckin' funeral.
[TIRES SCREECH.]
She came for my funeral.
[CLICK, HINGES SQUEAK.]
[UNSETTLING MUSIC.]
Wait here, just a moment.
[PHONE RINGS.]
- [BEEP.]
- Hey, Bunch.
[HEAVY BREATHING.]
[SLURRING.]
Why didn't you testify? What? [BUNCHY.]
I know you didn't need the money, but You coulda at least been there when I had to take the stand, you know, in front of all those priests.
Where are you? Farley's.
[BEEP, PHONE CLATTERS.]
[CRYPTIC MUSIC.]
What's up? You have a question for me, Terry? I-I-I just wanna get better.
We can help you.
How? Our cosmovision incorporates ancestral medical techniques with a view of humankind and its place in the universe grounded in a devotion to Pachamama, Mother Earth.
In other words, we will help you return to yourself.
The rest is up to you.
Thanks.
You've been fighting your whole life.
You're fighting right now.
Yeah.
[SHAMAN WHISPERS.]
Stop don't fight them.
[CRYPTIC MUSIC.]
W-wha Let yourself be part of them.
Think of it this way, Terry.
Your hands are still.
It's the world that's trembling.
Ya all right? I'm sorry I said what I said when I called ya.
Just Don't worry about it.
Let's get outta here.
Come on.
When I went in to ask for a raise after what I after what I did you know what they said? What? [UNEVEN BREATHING.]
That they might fuckin' sue me or fire me.
I was protectin' the store.
You did the right thing, Bunch.
I shot a fucking kid in the back! You did what had to be done.
What nobody in that fuckin' store had the nerve to do.
Shit hit the fuckin' fan, you stood up and did what had to be done.
[SOFTLY.]
Say it.
[LOUDER.]
Say it.
I did what had to be done.
Yeah.
[SOFTLY.]
That's right.
Let's get the fuck outta here.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Ray's forcin' me to leave the country, Bunch.
Yeah? Yeah, after all I done for everybody.
All I done for you.
Tell him I won't be a problem, Bunch.
Yeah, you will, Mick.
You're always a fuckin' problem.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR.]
Hey, Detective! [DARYLL.]
Uh, come on in.
Heard about your father.
My condolences.
Uh, yeah, thanks.
We got a few calls today.
Anonymous tips.
Led us to a gun in Staten Island with your father's prints.
Another call led us to a marina.
Some fishermen in the area said they saw a man fitting the description of your father out on the water that day.
Said he wasn't alone.
Said he was with a black man.
Late 30s, early 40s.
Well-built.
And my son's the only person in five boroughs that fits that description, right? The backstage pass and the tickets that you was asking about just excuse me.
I don't, uh I normally don't, uh, keep this kinda shit, but, you know, it was a special night.
- [CHUCKLES.]
- [PERRY.]
Wow.
His first-ever middle-aged African-American fan.
Yeah, my man even, uh, [LAUGHS.]
he signed it, uh, "To Daryll.
" The real deal.
Impressive.
You mind if I hold on to these? [MUTTERS.]
Sure, if you want.
I appreciate all your help.
I'll circle back.
[LIGHTLY EDGY MUSIC.]
We were a good team today, Ray.
Donovan and son.
Donovan and Donovan.
[CHUCKLES.]
I'm askin' ya let me be useful.
You gotta go, Mick.
You'll, uh, come visit me, right? Sure.
They got huts in the ocean out there.
People actually live on stilts over the water.
[MICKEY.]
Yeah.
A little sharky, but, uh they say it's beautiful.
Hey.
Hey.
[QUIETLY.]
You were always my favorite.
You say that to all your sons, Mick.
It's true every time I say it.
[SOFT MUSIC.]
Ray I accept your forgiveness.
I thought about it.
And I accept it.
Fine.
And I forgive you.
[RAY.]
Fine.
You should go through, Mick.
[SOMBER MUSIC.]
Think we're bad sons, Ray? Pull over the car.
Why? Just pull over the fuckin' car.
What's goin' on? Hey.
Bunch.
[BELL TOLLING.]
I don't wanna close this case.
Do you know much heat there is on this? Not just from upstairs but above upstairs.
- I do.
- So close it up.
- It doesn't feel right.
- Feel right.
You got a gun with fingerprints and ballistics report to match.
And no motive and no logic.
- Don't haggle.
- It's a frame job.
His father couldn't've done this alone.
[BRICKER.]
You got three solved murders to your name here.
Michael Donovan was a son of a bitch, and we can all feel grateful that murderin' psychopath is dead.
But you're gonna let Ray Donovan - get away with fucking m - Shut it down.
Take the win and call it a day, Detective.
[SIGHS.]
I got the DA ready to draw up an indictment, and I need to announce the deal.
So get me the camera and a fucking kid by the end of the day.
[BEEP.]
You left early last time.
Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that.
Oh, I'm not asking for an apology.
I'm just curious about what you were feeling.
I lost control.
That happens when I drink.
Did you drink more after you left? Yeah.
Wanna talk about that? Not really.
You wanna talk about your father? Okay.
Is there anything you wanna talk about? Somethin' my sister said.
What? When we were kids [INHALES.]
um [SIGHS.]
before my mother got sick, before all this We read these books together.
They were about, uh about a veterinarian in London.
There were four of them All Creatures Great and Small, All Things Bright and Beautiful, All Things Wise and Wonderful, And The Lord God Made Them All.
Yeah, I know those books.
I read them too.
I thought I should be somethin' like that, you know? Veterinarian someone who helps animals.
Or people.
What? Someone who helps people.
Yeah.
[MELANCHOLY PIANO NOTES.]
Missed it.
There was some real "Eleanor Rigby" shit goin' on in here.
Sorry, family stuff.
You know what's actually kind of incredible? I mean, he sang beautifully.
I mean, no one's ever gonna take him seriously, - but he's really talented.
- [LIGHT CHUCKLE.]
I, uh, I wanted to say thank you for helping me out with those tickets.
I liked it.
- What? - I mean, I know whatever your dad's into, it's fucked up, right? And I like being in on that fixer shit.
It's not that great.
Well, I need some more danger in my life.
You think that's what you want? - [BRIDGET, CHUCKLES.]
- Come here.
Come here.
Listen to this.
[MELANCHOLY NOTES.]
I think The Hollies and Radiohead - already made that one.
- [LAUGHING.]
No! Oh no! Yeah.
- God damn it! - [LAUGHING.]
- [ADAM.]
Ohh - [BRIDGET.]
Yeah.
- Uh-hmm.
- [STRUMMING GUITAR.]
What is it, "The Air That I Breathe"? - Mm-hmm.
- [WHISPERS.]
Oh, my God.
- Yep.
- [STRUMMING GUITAR.]
[HUMMING.]
If I could make a wish I think I'd pass - [ADAM.]
Whew! - [WHISPERS.]
It's so good.
Can't think of Anything I need Holy shit.
[LAUGHS.]
No Cigarettes, no sleep No lights No sound - Noth ing to eat - [LAUGHING.]
No books to read - Keep goin', keep goin'.
- Mm-hmm, that's it.
- No, come on! - I should go.
No.
Stay.
Why? Because someone needs to stop me from plagiarizing songs.
Come on.
S some [BOTH.]
Times All I need is the air That I breathe [HUMS.]
- You - [ADAM, SOFTLY.]
That's it.
[DINNER MUSIC PLAYING.]
Johnny Walker on the rocks, please.
[MAN.]
Yes, sir.
[ICE CUBES TINKLING.]
I was surprised to get your text.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER.]
[DINNER MUSIC CONTINUES.]
You lived across the street from the house that burned down, right? [WHISPERS.]
Yeah.
- The Murphys.
- Yeah.
Yeah, you were right next to the Goodwill.
Yeah.
[LIGHT LAUGH.]
Yeah, my mother bought so much shit from that place, my brother thought Goodwill was a brand name.
My sister she really say all those things about me? What? That I was the best person she knew.
[MOLLY.]
Yes.
Why? Doesn't sound like her.
You were the best person she knew.
I was there.
Did you think I was making it up? I should go.
Stay for another drink.
I mean Ray.
Thank you.
[DINNER MUSIC CONTINUES.]
Where you been? I gave Molly Sullivan the camera.
[LENA.]
Well, Feratti's gonna come after you with everything he's got now.
Yeah.
What, you don't care? I don't wanna do it anymore.
Ray Shake my hand.
Why? Because I'm leaving.
It's time.
Yeah.
Bye, Ray.
[THE WATERBOYS' "FISHERMAN'S BLUES" PLAYS.]
Whoo I wish I was a fisherman Tumblin' on the seas Far away from dry land And its bitter memories Castin' out my sweet line With abandonment and love No ceilin' bearin' down on me 'Cept the starry sky above With light in my head You in my arms Whoo [NO AUDIO.]
I wish I was the brakeman On a hurtlin' fevered train Crashin' headlong into the heartland Like a cannon in the rain With the beating of the sleepers And the burnin' of the coal Counting the towns flashing by In a night that's full of soul With light in my head You in my arms Whoo [SONG CONTINUES.]
Well, I know I will be loosened From bonds that hold me fast That the chains all hung around me Will fall away at last And on that fine and fateful day I will take me in my hands I will ride on the train I will be the fisherman With light in my head You in my arms Whoo hoo hoo Whoo hoo Light in my head You in my arms Light in my head You Light in my head