Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 8 - Passport and a Gun - full transcript

[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

♪ dark music ♪

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- [electric sizzle]
- Aah!

I taped every fuckin' thing

Jimmy ever said to me.

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[light clattering]

They're all dated.

[gunshots]

- [murmurs]
- [sirens blaring]



Hands up!

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[phone rings]

Fuck this.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

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[weeds rustle]

I wanna...run the company.

[small laugh]
No.

Your sister
was my babysitter.

No, no, no, no, no!
No!

[Jim] You know,
I've always liked Ray.

Creative with violence.



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[Mickey]
I'll kill him, Ray.

I'll fuckin' kill him.

[Jim]
Mick's your father, huh?

That knife for him?

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[Jim] What have I got
this afternoon?

Cancel them both.

And get Miss Lee
to come in at four.

Tell her I need a full Swedish.
I'm a fuckin' wreck.

And that, uh, that acupuncture,
uh, guy--

what's his name?

Yeah, him.

[beep]

[soft moan]
Ah...

[ambient background noise]

- [trigger clicks]
- Die, you motherfucker!

- [gunshots]
- [people screaming]

- [Roberto] Get down!
- Fucker!

[commotion]

- [overlapping shouting]
- [Roberto groans]

[siren approaches]

Fuckin' O'Malley.

[grunts]

- Piece a shit.
- [sirens get closer]

[light clattering]

[soft clattering]

[Molly groans softly]

[sizzling]

[scraping, clattering]

You sleep at all?

[food sizzling]

[utensil clinks]

The first time
I met your father,

I was ten years old...

in a bar.

I was lookin'
for my father.

I went in there with a...

uh...with a kitchen knife,

thinkin' I was gonna
kill him.

Your father stopped me.

Sent me back home.

[phone rings]

[ringing]

[ringing]

- [beep]
- Hello?

Oh, my God.

[train horn blows]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

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[phone rings]

[small laugh]

[beep]

Hey, you.

Hey, Jas, listen,

I need you to bring me
my passport,

and then bring your passport.

- What?
- And I need you

to bring my gun.

What the fuck is goin' on,
Daryll?

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- What's goin' on?
- We got a broken main.

It's gonna be a while.

[tires screeching]

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[indistinct chatter]

[distant boat horn blares]

Smitty?

[Smitty inhales]

Oh!
[laughs]

Hey, Ray.

Ya all right?

Yeah, oh, I'm great.

I, uh, came in early.

I was gonna get
a head start on, uh,

some--some work,
you know.

- [murmurs] All right.
- [car keys jingle]

Why don't you go to the corner
and get us a couple coffees.

Yeah, yeah, coff--
Ab-absolutely.

[construction sounds
in background]

Hey, Ray, that, um,
detective picked me up

and she brought me in
for questioning.

Yeah, I know.
Terry told me.

Yeah, well, it was just
kinda more of the same--

showed me pictures of heads,
went over the alibi.

I didn't say anything
different.

- All right.
- Yeah.

I ju-just wanted you to know.

Okay.
Right, um...

coffee.

- [phone rings]
- Aw, shit.

- I got it.
- No, I got it.

Good morning.
Ray Donovan's office.

Hey, it's a--
it's a collect call

from a Manhattan
detention complex.

Guy named Gary O'Malley?

- Gary?
- [Gary] Ray.

Aw, thank God.

- [buzzer]
- Listen, I need your help.

That fuck Jim Sullivan...

cocksucker thinks he can
get away with murder.

Well, fuck that!

What are you talkin'
about, Gary?

Fuckin' Sullivan!

He fucking killed my father
and Ronny!

Gary, you got a lawyer?

This ain't about
goddamn lawyers.

It's about gettin' even
with that piece of shit.

What makes you so sure
it was Sullivan?

'Cause I got pictures
of that fat little fuck.

At my brother's house.

- Pictures?
- Just come down here.

[click]

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First you fuck over
my brother,

then you're literally
fucking my sister.

Jesus Christ, Ray,
what's that about?

Can't find anybody
better than Molly?

What're you doin' here,
Declan?

My dad wants
those stocks back.

Says your half-breed
brother took 'em.

So take it up with him.

See, I was thinkin', you know,
since he's your brother and all

maybe you should
be the one to do that.

Yeah?

I mean, I could do it
but, you know,

might get messy.

You remember that time
in sixth grade

when I kicked the shit
outta you?

No, I don't.

Well, let me
ask you somethin'.

Were you--were you already
suckin' Father O'Connor's dick

at that point?

One way or another,

I'm gonna get back
what's ours.

If you don't wanna help
with Sammy Davis Donovan,

I'll do it myself.

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[phone rings]

[ringing]

[beep]

Yeah, Ray.

I need you to rent a car and
go stake out Daryll's place.

- Fine.
- [click]

[beep]

[background chatter]

[machinery beeping,
phones ringing]

[soft whimper]

[footsteps departing]

I had an emerald necklace.

Wha--w-w-what was that?

An emerald necklace.

Been handed down
mother to daughter

in my family
for three generations.

I promised it
to my daughter.

Oh, that's, uh...

that's nice.

W...w...

when I first went
to the Center,

we were told all jewelry
and m-m-money--

We were told we had to
hand them over

to the shaman.

What?

But when I called
to get it back,

they said they didn't have it,
I must have misremembered.

I didn't misremember.

I didn't.
I gave it to them to keep.

They stole it from me.

Dolores, are you sure?

I need you
to get it back for me.

No, I--Dolores,
I-I can't just--I--

Oh, please, I just wanna
give it to my daughter

before I die.

Ohh...
[unsteady breathing]

All right.

- It's all right.
- Ohh...

- [exhales]
- It's all right.

[rapid breaths]

[Gary] He pulled my father
outta his nursing home.

Ray, he fuckin'
electrocuted him.

Then he went after Ronny.

He stabbed him to death.

All because of these
fuckin' tapes!

- [buzzer]
- [Gary sobs]

You know, you remember...

what a piece of shit

that Jim Sullivan was
when we was kids.

My father
had to protect himself.

He recorded a bunch of
his conversations with him.

Sullivan's the only one

who woulda given a fuck
about them tapes.

What'd you mean about
there bein' pictures?

Ronny rigged
a surveillance camera.

He hid it above the safe.

It's gotta have pictures
of that murderin' motherfucker.

All right.

I'll check it out.

[Gary]
Thanks, Ray.

[soft rock plays
in background]

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[overlapping chatter]

[Jim chuckles]

See, that's what I call
reliable.

[Jim]
Like a Timex, this kid.

Why can't you clods
be that reliable, huh?

That's for you, Ray.

- Thanks, Mr. Sullivan.
- You got it.

Ray.

When I first laid eyes
on you, I said,

"That kid's gonna make himself
fuckin' useful one day."

And ya did.

I was right.

One more thing
I want ya to do.

You make it to school today?

You know how important
education is.

[laughter]

Aw...

[Jim]
And, um...

before ya leave...

Make sure he knows...

you speak for me.

[baby crying]

[continues pounding]

Hey, what the fuck?

- Are you Ricky Ronsen?
- Who the hell are you?

- [TV plays in background]
- You owe Jim Sullivan $600.

[laughs]
So what?

- I'm here to collect.
- No shit.

Should I go get it
for ya?

Yeah.

Fuck off.

Fuck!

[distant car horn honking]

[dog barking]

[traffic noises,
dog barking]

What the fuck?

You owe Jim Sullivan $600.

Tell Jim Sullivan
he wants his money

come back and ask for it
himself.

Now get your ass outta here
before I kick ya in the balls.

- Now.
- [indistinct TV announcer]

Hey, what the fuck
are you doin'?

- [crack]
- Aah!

You gonna gimme
the money?

Fuck you!

- [thud]
- Aah!

Aah!

- $600.
- [TV announcer continues]

[Ricky panting]

It's all I got,
I swear to God.

[Ray exhales]

Wait--maybe my brother'll
come by

with another hundred
tomorrow.

[announcer]
Along the inside...

- This real?
- 'Course it's fuckin' real.

What do ya think?

[announcer] As they
head down the far side.

Mighty Bull
and Captain Courageous

opening up a three
and a half lengths...

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- [line rings]
- [click]

- [Bunchy] Hey, Ter.
- I need a ride.

I'm sorry.
I gotta do something for Ray.

Fuck that.
This is important.

- Ter--
- When have I ever asked you

for anything, Bunch?

I need a ride fuckin' upstate,
and I need it now.

[keys jingling]

♪ tense music ♪

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Hey, you need, uh, help

with whatever it is
that you're doin'?

No.

I just thought that
I could come with you

- in case you needed me.
- I don't need you.

I-I-I could do stuff.
I could, you know,

create a diversion, or...

I could go get coffee.

[Smitty]
I'm sure you're wondering why

I slept at the office
last night.

[inhales]
Well...

Bridget and me--

we're still on the outs.

I know that you think that I
should just get over it, but...

You're an adult.
She's an adult.

You'll figure it out.

[inhales, exhales]

[sighs] I keep having dreams
about those cops.

It's all just so clear
and then it takes over.

I just...I don't know
where to put it all.

Do you still think about
what we did?

Get some sleep.

You need it.

[knocks]

- Hey.
- Hey.

I brought
what you asked me for.

No, no, no, not--
not out here, inside.

Stay in the car.

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[dog barks distantly]

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Oh--Holy shit,
that's a lotta blood.

Thought I told you
to stay in the car.

Is this a crime scene?

Think that Gary guy
did this?

Ah, fuck.

[Smitty]
Ah...

Wait--is that Daryll?

You just erased
all that?

Let's go.

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Hey, that was
pretty awesome.

You're very stealth.

Like a fuckin' ninja.

Wow.
This is nice.

Wait here.

Hey, Terry.

Fuck you.

Hey.

Hey.

Terry.
It's so nice to see you.

I come for
Dolores's necklace.

- Excuse me?
- You heard me.

I need the necklace.

This is something that
transpired between myself

and Dolores,
something she gave up freely

and generously

to rid herself of
negative energy

and to benefit the Center.

I'm gonna ask you
one more fuckin' time.

Terry,
forget this false quest...

and let me help you
move through

your own phases of mortality.

Don't do this to yourself,
Terr--[grunts]

- [both groaning, grunting]
- [Terry] You fuck--Ohh--Aah!

[clattering]

- [shaman] Aah!
- [Terry] Fuck!

- Now, where is it?
- Uhh--

Where's the fuckin'
necklace?

I'd tell him where it is,
I were you.

[Shaman]
Up there!

Box on the top shelf!

Bunch.

Holy shit.

- Which one?
- [Terry] The emerald.

Got it.

[softly]
All right.

♪ uneasy music ♪

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Can I ask you somethin'?

Terry said that

whatever happens
between me and Bridget

I can't leave the family 'cause
we killed all those cops.

What?

I-I think about it
all the time.

Do you think about it?

You think about
what you did?

I mean, just the sound
of that fire poker

goin' through that guy, I--

[shaky breaths] I-I-I can't
get that outta my head.

Never done anything
like that before.

And Daryll said that you
went crazy on that cop.

He said that you shot him
like 20 times.

I shot him, he's dead.
What's the difference?

[Smitty] You don't feel bad?

You don't feel bad
for the families?

No, I don't feel bad.

He got what he deserved.

[Smitty] Yeah.

I don't feel bad either.

That cop was gonna
kill Aunt Sandy.

I did what I had to do too.

- This is not automatic.
- What?

Just so you know.

- What you talkin' 'bout?
- I don't date thugs.

I ain't no thug.

[deep voice] "Bring me
my passport and my gun."

I didn't sound
like that.

[pounding on door]

[Declan] Daryll Donovan.
You in there?

It's Declan Sullivan.
I know you're in there.

[whispers]
Hide, hide.

- [Daryll] What you want?
- Wanna make a deal.

What kinda deal?

You got somethin'
that I want back, that's all.

I'm prepared to pay to get it--
cash, today.

How much we talkin'?

Two million.

Come in.

It's not as simple
as you think,

transferring
those stocks to cash.

If you don't have
any experience

with this type o' thing,
it's very easy to get caught.

Very easy.

This way,
two million in cash...

bird in the hand.

It's cash.

All right.

Gotta give me
about an hour though.

All right.
And...

you know,
call me when you're ready.

[buzzer]

[metallic clang]

[background chatter]

So...did you find it?

- Yeah.
- And?

Nothin'.

What do ya mean, nothin'?

I dunno.
Wasn't workin'.

Looks like it hadn't
been workin' for a while.

What the fuck?

It was workin'
last time I checked.

[buzzer]

I don't know what
to tell ya, Gary.

[exhales]
Fuck...

Look...

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna call a lawyer
right now,

we'll see if he can
help ya out here.

Are you still workin'
for that piece a shit?

What?

Sullivan!

Are you still
in his fuckin' pocket?

Look, Gary, I'm sorry
for you--

After everything
he did to your family?

To your wife
and to your sister?

What are you talkin' about?

Fuck you, Ray.

You go ask that motherfuckin'
subhuman yourself.

Guard!

♪ heavy music ♪

- [buzzer]
- All right.

Let's go.

♪♪♪

[phone rings]

- Hi.
- [Ray] Hey.

Hey, where are you?

I wanted to ask you
about those tapes.

Yeah?

There anything in there
from the fall of '87?

Around the time Bridget
passed?

Um...I can check.

Think you can get 'em to me?

Why?
Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'll call ya later.

[phone beeps]

[dog barking distantly]

It's Ray.

[Jim] Come on in, Ray.

[announcer] And McKinley, the
Pro Bowl defensive tackle--

That, uh, degenerate Ronsen
give you any problems?

- [crowd cheering on TV]
- Gave me this.

- That real?
- Yeah.

Ha ha ha.

Oh...

[announcer continues
in background]

Hand-off to Jackson,
up the middle for a no gain.

Second and ten
from the 25.

That's really
poor execution there

that time by the offense.

[announcers continue
indistinctly]

Yastrzemski.

That's worth
more than 600 bucks.

[announcer continues
in background]

That's for you.

No, I'm all right.

What, you don't like dogs?

You want a drink?

Sure.

[announcer] Cortez, who was
almost immediately taken down

by the defense...

[crowd cheering]

Slainte.

Ahh.

You're a good kid, Ray.

Look, I know
you had a rough life.

I know.

You need anything,
anything at all,

you come see me.

Yeah?

[chuckling]

[grunts]
Uhh!

- [Daryll] I'm thinkin'...
- What you thinkin'?

There's this island
on Galapagos, right?

- Mmm.
- And like they have

these birds that you can just
pull off the branch.

So there's not--there's
no predators out there,

so they don't know what
it's like to be scared.

Like, fear is not

in their vocabulary.
- Wow.

So I'm figurin'...

we get a one-way ticket.

- One way?
- Yeah.

- What?
- To Antigua or the Caribbean.

- One way?
- See the sunset, yes, around--

All right, here we go.

What's up, fellas?

Ha.

The fuck?
Where's the re--

Sorry--cash flow's
a little tight right now.

Hand over the stocks.

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

Jasmine, pop the trunk.

Shit, get--Yo, get in the car!
Get in the car!

[groans]
Aah--

[engine starts]

[tires screeching]

Holy shit!

[gunshots]

Goddamn--

- [gunshot]
- Oh, shit!

Jas!

Oh, fu--
[sobs]

Fuck!

[vehicle approaches]

[Bridget]
Ray, what are you doin' here?

Nothin'.

What is that?

[Bridget laughs lightly]
Cute.

[Molly]
Bridget!

- [Gary] Hi, Ray.
- Hi, Gary.

[Bridget] Hi, Molly!
Ready to make pies?

We got a ton of limes!

You want me
to pick you up later?

Nah. Mr. Sullivan'll
give me a ride.

- Come on!
- Okay.

[groans]

[Ray]
Good night.

[Bridget]
Good night.

What happened to you?

This?

You workin'
for him now?

Me?

Jesus, Ray.
Seriously?

[sighs]

[soft snoring]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

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[tap]

[steady breathing
hitches]

[tap]

[steady breathing
continues]

♪ intense music ♪

♪♪♪

[exhales]

[phone beeps]

[line ringing]

- [click]
- This is Dr. Arthur Amiot.

Please leave
a detailed message,

and I'll return your call
as soon as possible.

[beep]

[rain pattering]

[distant boat horn blows]

Is it okay if I stay here
again tonight?

Sure.

[glass clunks down]

Night.

Kay, good night.

♪ unsettling music ♪

♪♪♪

What's wrong?

Take your shirt off.

[softly]
Ray...

I didn't know what else to do.

That detective was gonna
come after Bridget.

I didn't have
any other option.

Take your fuckin'
shirt off.

[breath hitches]

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

I'm sorry.

[agent] All right, Mr. Donovan,
I need you to relax, okay?

I need you to stop
right there, okay?

I said I need you to stop.

God damn it, I said sto--

[grunts]
Uhh--

[Perry] On the ground.

I said get on
the fucking ground.

Get on the fucking ground.

You wanna talk?

Let's talk.

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