Bloodline (2015–2017): Season 1, Episode 5 - Part 5 - full transcript

A sudden tragedy unsettles the Rayburn clan. While searching for evidence in his case, John finds something disturbing from the family's past.

No!

Second shot into 18. Ball above his feet.

Long way into the green. A 4-iron...

Hello?

Oh, my. I am so sorry to hear that.

It's somebody from your old fleet.

What do they want?

Robert Rayburn is dead.

How long?

Two days, I imagine.

Where are you gonna stay?
Not with them.



No, not with them.

Maybe you should tell them
you're coming.

Well, maybe better if I don't.

Another perfect night in paradise.

Yes, it is.

Your son took us out
on the reef this afternoon.

I've never seen anything like it.

Isn't it beautiful out there?

So much life going on under the waves.

It's all around us all the time,
but we so rarely get to see it.

- We appreciate you having us.
- I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

We're happy to have you
celebrating your honeymoon.

Exciting to be back.

I have a flight out of Miami
tomorrow morning.



I need to cancel it. ls there some kind
of bullshit penalty I have to pay?

- If anyone's hungry.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

What is she doing?

She's just sitting out there.

Do you have to do that right now?

It's for Mom.

The last time I saw him,
I just talked about business.

We were driving in his truck.

God, he was happy. He was
the happiest I've ever seen him.

Wait, where'd you guys go
once you dropped us off?

Just went for a drink, had a talk.

About what?

Oh, he...

wanted me to take on
more responsibilities at the inn.

Hey, the moon's out tonight.

Mom, sit down.

Thanks, Meggie.

Mom, a lot of people have been calling.

You know, they're asking about
a memorial service.

We don't have to talk about it now,
but if you have any ideas...

He told me he didn't want a service.

Really? When?

Oh, I don't know.
Somewhere along the way.

Years ago.

He said he didn't want to be
buried in the ground,

and he didn't want
people fussing over him.

That sounds like Dad.

Mom, we're gonna
have to do something.

People are gonna wanna
pay their respects.

Yeah, I know.

- Thank you.
- Here you go.

I'm glad you two
had some time together.

- Good night.
- Good night.

John?

I don't want a lot of people
giving speeches at the service.

Everyone thinks they have something
to say, and it just goes on and on.

All right.

I want you to speak for all of us.

Traffic today in the upper Keys
there at the Overseas Highway.

Oh, fuck.

If you're going that way,
expect some slowing.

It's about a mile beyond
the wildlife refuge.

Also some slowing on the 1 there,

between Rock Harbor and the Key Largo
Chamber of Commerce.

- Roadwork is being done...
- Oh, man.

Hey, how's my favorite newlyweds?

- How you guys doing today? Got plans?
- Yeah.

Driving down to Key West.
Haven't seen it yet.

Make sure you give yourself
plenty of time, though, okay?

Because it always takes
longer than you think.

We heard about your father.

I'm so sorry.

- Yeah, thank you.
- We feel so foolish.

We talked with your mother
last night, didn't know about it.

- Please, give her our condolences.
- Yeah, I will.

Well, you know,
he had a massive stroke,

and then he got a clean bill of health,
and then, boom, he just dropped dead.

Well, if there's anything we can do...

All you guys gotta do, enjoy yourselves.

Because that's what Dad
would have wanted.

Yeah. Make sure you leave
plenty of time.

Plenty of time. Always takes
longer than you think.

I thought I'd set up a table and
put some of these out for the reception.

I love that idea.

I just don't know which ones to choose.

This one.

- Yeah.
- Definitely this one.

Sorry-

I wanna put this one out.

What do you think?

I don't know.

I think she should be there
for him in some way.

I didn't even know you had all of these.

They had a special bond.

Yeah, I remember.

Fuck.

So, what does this mean for you?

Dad's dead?

I mean for your plans.

Doesn't mean anything. Nothing.

So you gonna stick around?

I am, yeah.

Cool.

Hey, excuse me.

These are-- I asked for over easy.

- They look easy enough to me.
- No, no, no. Those-- That's hard there.

And that's hard there.
Over easy, please.

You want some of mine?

- Just a bit.
- Stop it.

What time's the service tomorrow?

- Hey, fuck this. Let's go.
- I just started.

No, come on. They can't even cook
a fucking egg. Fuck these guys.

Honey, I gotta go down to the nursery

- and do the flowers--
- Okay.

- You need anything?
- Nope, I'm good. Thanks.

How's it coming along?

I don't know what the fuck I'm writing.

Please, don't say I should
write whatever I feel.

Okay. I won't.

It's not like he can hear me anyway.

Who knows? Maybe he can.

Thanks.

Oh, jeez.

- Did you put gas in the car?
- Here we go.

- No, I did not.
- Great.

- Hey, Di.
- Hey.

You need anything?
I'm going into town.

Oh, no. I'm good. I'm good.

- Hey.
- Hey, I brought your bike back.

What's this, your eulogy?

- What? What?
- "Like a whole library burned down"?

- What the fuck's that supposed to mean?
- The man had a lot of stories.

- It's just a thought I had. It's stupid.
- Yeah.

It's stupid. I mean,
a library burning down.

See... No.

- What?
- Nothing.

So do you think I should say something?

What do you mean?
Say something at the service?

Yeah, I mean at the service.
I mean, just,

it seems kind of strange...

that I wouldn't say anything.

I don't think it's strange.

So you don't think
I should say anything?

I don't think you should say anything
if you don't wanna say anything, no.

I think I'll say something.

- Good. Go ahead and say something.
- Yeah.

Wish I could help you write this,
but, you know...

Fuck, he treated us so different, right?

It'd be like we were talking
about two different people.

Hey, you remember Lenny Potts?

Dad's friend? Yeah.

I think I just saw him in town.

Really?

Jesus Christ, I hadn't thought
about him in...

a long time.

- Must be here for the service.
- Well, I can't be sure it was him.

Hey, you know what?
You're trying too hard.

This-- You should just wing it.

Mom?

And how old are you, John?

Fourteen.

Thought I heard you down here.

Oh, you found your father's
secret stash.

You know it was never
really much of a secret.

Pour me a glass.

Danny wants to say something
at the service tomorrow.

We've already discussed this.

Mom.

I won't tell my siblings that they can't
speak at their own father's funeral.

I'm sorry.

Well, what is it? You afraid of
something he's gonna say, or what?

I don't know. I just...

I just don't think your father
would want Danny to speak.

Well, Dad's not here, and Danny is.

I don't even know
what the hell I'm gonna say.

Well, it doesn't have to be perfect.

Well, it would be nice to be able
to say something about him

that people don't already know.

He always said his childhood was shit.
He never talked about his childhood.

Well, what you don't know,
he didn't want you to know.

He didn't like people
feeling sorry for him.

How bad was it?

Come on. He must've told you stories
over the years.

A few.

He grew up on a cattle ranch.

- I knew that.
- It was supposed to be a cattle ranch,

but his grandfather was
a shit businessman.

He was a shit everything.

Do you know your father
never finished high school?

He told me.

- Do you know why?
- Because he was a shitty student.

Yeah, he was too busy
getting into trouble back then.

But that's not why he didn't graduate.

Why didn't he graduate?

You remember Gram?

Bits and pieces, yeah.

- She wasn't his real mother.
- No, she was his stepmother.

He liked her better than
he liked his father,

which wasn't necessarily saying much.

But one day, I don't know,

it might have been
Memorial Day weekend.

I know there was some
kind of a barbecue.

Anyway, your father was off somewhere,
and when he came back,

he couldn't find his stepmother.

What do you mean, he couldn't
find her? Where was she?

- Why do you wanna hear this?
- Mom, tell the damn story.

Come on.

So he couldn't find her.

He didn't think much of it at first.
Then he went out in the backyard

and your grandfather was standing
at the grill flipping steaks,

and they were all burnt.

Black and charred.

But he just kept sticking them
with that grilling fork

and flipping them over
and over again.

He must've been drunk.

Anyway, that's when Robert knew

that something wasn't right,
and he went back in the house,

and he asked your Uncle Tuck and
Aunt Lynn if they knew where she was.

And they were just little kids then,

and they were too scared
to say anything.

Scared? Why?

Well, he didn't know why.

But then I guess
he heard some kind of...

moaning and crying...

and he realized it was coming
from the cellar.

- The cellar.
- Your grandfather locked her down there.

Your father let her out
and saw that her face was all...

Well, what?

Smashed up.
Her face was all smashed up.

Blood, broken nose.

So, what did he do?
Did he call the police or...?

No, it was rural Texas, late '50s.

And they wouldn't have done anything.

So he went back outside to confront
your grandfather, and they fought.

They went at it.

And what happened?

Your grandfather
cut him with a steak knife.

And your father...

he snapped.

And he grabbed the grilling fork,

and he stuck it in
your grandfather's throat.

He said he almost killed him
right there...

but somehow he stopped himself.

He told me...

he had two little holes in his throat,
like he'd been bit by a rattlesnake.

He used to laugh about that.

Found it funny somehow.

Then he backed off and...

He left, and I don't think
he ever came back home again.

He told me once that...

if he didn't get out of there,
he would have killed the son of a bitch.

That's why he never
finished high school.

- Yeah.
- The wreath.

- Where's Belle?
- She's not coming.

- Are you serious?
- I didn't want her here.

It was my decision.

- Hey.
- Sucks, bro.

Is that all you can say?
He just lost his dad.

Don't worry about it. It's okay.
But you guys didn't have to come.

Come on. You kidding?

When something's lost,
something else is gained.

I know it sounds like bullshit,
but I believe it.

Yeah. Thanks, Chel. Thank you.

- What are you gonna tell people?
- I'll say she was too upset.

I don't know. I'll say
something. I don't know.

Hey, Belle.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Thanks.

My father didn't talk much about himself.

He told stories.

Yeah, about being in the Navy...

about the Keys...

what it was like
before the tourism boom.

He told a lot of stories.

But he didn't talk much about himself.

And if you think about that, it--

It says a lot about him.

Christ, this is a lot of pages.

My brother Danny told me
that I should wing this.

And at the time,
I thought it was a bad idea.

What the hell.

Look...

to me my dad was a...

He was a god.

Maybe every kid is...

Feels that way about his dad.

But mine...

He actually created a world.

This.

This. Every--

Everything around here...

he created...

out of nothing.

Because when he was 17 years old
and he left home...

because all he had...was nothing.

People ask me...

All the time, they ask me if I'm gonna
take over the family business.

And I think to myself...

you know, what would that be like?

To live like Dad?

Walk onto that porch
and look over my...kingdom.

But I will never know
that feeling or that pride...

because I didn't build it.

He...

He ruled his kingdom.

He could be tough.

He could be hard.

He had a vision for the family,

and he knew exactly

what he wanted us to be.

If you didn't--
lf you didn't toe that line,

or you didn't live up
to that vision, you...

And how old are you, John?

Fourteen.

Well, you know, he...

Dad expected the best from us.

Because he wanted the best for us.

Everything that--

Everything that I have, everything
that we all have is because of him.

He made me who I am.

And now my brother Danny,

he'd like to say a few--

Well, I know how he feels.

I know how we all feel.

And we'd like to thank
all of you, everyone...

for coming out
and paying your respects...

to our father.

- Excuse me a second.
- Go ahead.

Thank you both so much for coming.
We really appreciate it.

How's your mother?

I asked you not to come here.

- This is what I'm talking about.
- Here we fucking--

Right here. You see what you're doing?

No, tell me. What'd I do wrong now, huh?

You were the one who left me.

We should be out there with your--

What am I doing?

We should be outside
with your family right now.

And instead you drag me
in here to throw a fit.

- You're acting like a child.
- I'm behaving like myself.

This is me. This is the man you married.
Not Marco. Not John.

Not your father.

What?

- I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry.
- What? What did you say to me?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that.

Get out.

- Just-- I mean it. Just get out.
- Kevin, I'm sorry.

- I need to say goodbye to your family.
- Get out.

Get the fuck out of my family's house.

- How's your mother?
- She's not so great.

She's got tubes coming out of her nose,

wheeling a tank
like a poodle on a leash.

- I'm sorry.
- She would've liked to have been here.

Wouldn't have been fair to you.
She'd be hammered by now, so...

It's a disease.

You okay?

I know that wasn't easy for you.

I was just a little distracted is all.

- You did amazing.
- Thanks.

There he is. Bobby's boy.

Detective Potts.

- This is my wife, Diana.
- Nice to meet you.

Just like your father.
He always got the pretty one.

Back in the Navy, me and Bobby,
we'd pull into port, head into town.

Five minutes later,
he would be surrounded.

You could not see him
through a fog of skirts.

I can see that. I appreciate you coming.

I'm truly sorry for your loss.

- Both of you.
- Thank you.

Detective Potts was with the
Sheriff's Department for, what...?

I left in '87, and I understand
you found a badge.

- Yes, sir. I did.
- Hey.

Maybe Detective Potts
can help you with your case.

I'm sure Detective Potts has more to do
than worry about what I'm up to.

You'd be doing me a favor, please.
He needs to talk to someone.

Well, I don't know why you'd wanna
pick through this old brain,

but buy me a drink, I'm happy to listen.

Well, sure, that'd be great.
I'd appreciate it. Thank you.

Hey, are you okay?

I'm sorry. Just sad about Robert.
Listen to me, telling you I'm sad.

- He was your father.
- No, it's okay. Do you need anything?

I just think I need to go home.
I'm sorry.

- You're okay?
- Yes, thank you, Marco.

Take care of my girl.

Hey, come over here.

Hey, Meg, is everything okay?

- You need to stop.
- I heard about your father.

I've been trying to reach you.

I told you I cannot talk to you right now.

I just wanna make sure you're okay.

What the fuck is wrong with you?
I'm at my father's funeral.

I didn't know that. I'm sorry, Meg.

You know what?
Don't call me ever again.

Danny.

I don't know if you remember me.

- Yeah.
- Been a while.

I had forgotten how clear this water is.

Yeah, it's something.

Whole place, one big coral reef.

That's right.

Well, hey, I'll let you have your peace.

Wanted to let you know
how sorry I was about your father.

That's all.

You think they have
something going on?

Now there's a perfect couple.

What happened with you and Belle?

Oh, ours.

- What, should I leave or--?
- No, just tell him.

- What? Tell me what?
- Tell him.

- He already knows.
- What?

Well, about you and Belle. I know.

What the fuck?
I told you not to tell anybody.

- He's my guy. He doesn't count.
- Fuck it. I don't care.

I honestly--
I don't give a shit who knows.

I don't. Fuck it, because I'm free.

Did you guys fight?
I've never seen her like that.

All this time, I thought it was me.
What I wasn't doing for her.

It was all my fault. But what I realized
is that it's not me. It's her.

It's what she wants, you know?
It's what she needs.

Fuck it. I'm free.

I know you're free,

- but you sure you want another one?
- I'm free.

So this case...

Yeah.

Hispanic girl, 14, 15 years old,

no ID, burns over most of her body,
washed up in the Mangrove.

A few days later,
we found a charred hull.

Diesel fuel on the boat
matches up to the fuel on the girl.

Teenage girl wouldn't be
alone on a pleasure cruise.

- Find any other bodies?
- One, but there have to be others.

We did a search, and also checked all
the hospitals in the Keys up to Miami.

Years ago, we had a case.

Mother reports her son
missing off Key Largo.

A few weeks later,
found a body 50 miles north.

- Got caught in the Gulf Loop.
- Looks like it.

Had a study commissioned
on the current patterns.

Report should be
in the archives somewhere.

Be sure to check into that.

You never know.

You miss working?

I do a little Pl stuff part-time.

Keeps me busy.

You know, I think I...

I became a policeman because of you.

- You're blowing smoke.
- No, no, no, my...

You know, my dad talked
about you a lot.

He made you out to be like
John Wayne or something.

I don't know if you remember, but you took
Danny and I to the gun range one time.

We thought you were--
We thought you were a badass.

That's what we called you, Mr. Badass.

- No, I told you no.
- Giving him an opportunity.

- I told you already.
- It's opportunities, man.

- Hello, my brother.
- Hey.

- Oh, boy.
- I'm free.

- You are? Congratulations.
- That's right. Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- What's he talking about?

I got no fucking idea
what he's talking about.

Listen. You don't need to worry
what I'm talking about, okay?

The only thing that you need
to worry about is that I'm free.

- Fucking free.
- You're free?

Congratu-fucking-lations.
You're free and a drunken fucking idiot.

And I'm free to be
a drunken fucking idiot.

Hey. you got any blow?

- Really? Now?
- No, man. Fucking cut him a break.

- Cut him a break.
- Fuck him.

His dad died. He's just-- You know.

And he's a drunken fucking idiot.

That's right. My fucking dad just died.
Why didn't you speak at the funeral?

What? John did such a sterling job.

- How could I follow that?
- You don't fucking believe that.

- You're full of shit.
- It was beautiful.

You are so full of shit.
That was disgusting.

That was horrible, man.
My father would've fucking hated it.

It would've killed him.

Hey, I danced with you one time. No!

- I don't think so.
- No, no. We did. We totally did.

Frog Baylor's house party...

You remember that douche bag?
Early '90s...

What was that fucking song?

- I don't remember.
- Was your hair pink?

- It was.
- It was pink.

It was a lovely shade
of fuchsia, as I remember.

Fuck it. Danny's friends were
always the most fun anyway, right?

- Can we get a drink please?
- I'm tired. I'm gonna go home.

- No.
- Okay, no, I gotta go.

- Come here. Come here.
- No, I'm tired, brother. Tired.

- My brother.
- Oh, man. Fucking hell.

Come on...

- Take care.
- I will.

- Sorry about your dad.
- Thank you so much.

Thank you. Thank you.
We should have that dance again.

As soon as we can.

Hey, dude, are they fucking together?

That is not my business.

Nor is it yours.

You want some blow, really?

No, I don't want any fucking blow.

- Shut up.
- What the fuck are you talking about?

- What's that have to do--?
- Prick.

- What the fuck?
- Fuck off.

Fuck you.

What happened with you
and my father?

We had a disagreement.

It happened about the time
that you lost your sister.

I don't know how much
you remember about all that.

I try not to think about it too much.

And for Bobby.

You lose a child,
it does something to a man.

It was tough.

We worked our way through it.

Well, I'm glad to hear that.

And then your brother was injured.

How's Danny been doing
all these years?

- He's been good.
- Well...

What's he doing?

Danny? He...

Well, to tell the truth,
Danny struggled a bit. Life's...

Life's been kind of hard on Danny.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's nice to see you're doing well.

Thanks for the beer.

I should be going.

Yeah.

Please, be home.

Come on, baby. Come on.

Oh, yes.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I...

I'm-- I don't know what I said.

I don't know why I said that to you.

Hey.

You can stay, you know.

Yeah, that's not what this thing is.

- What thing?
- You and me.

Look, I didn't say it was anything.
I just said you could stay.

Thanks, Cece. Night.

- Denise, how you doing?
- Hey, I haven't seen you in a while.

- It's been a while.
- Yeah.

Got an old case to check on,
if that's all right.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

Morning.

I'm headed back north.
I just wanted to say goodbye.

- Okay. Mom is in the house.
- I wanted to talk to you, I--

- I gotta go to work.
- It'll just take a second.

What is it?

- I just wanna say I'm sorry.
- For what?

Well, for not doing my job
better, I guess.

I know what happened to you, Danny.

I know how you got hurt.

I knew it at the time,
but I couldn't prove it.

I wanted to tell you how sorry
I was about your father...

and that's all.

You know what? Thirty years ago.
Who gives a damn?

Your father was my good friend,
but he had a mean streak.

What happened to your sister
was an accident,

but your father, he took it out on you.

I did what I could at the time,
tried to talk to your family about it.

But I should have done more.

What do you mean you tried
talking to my family?

They never told you?

Well, there's something you
need to hear.

Date is November 11th, 1983.

This is Detective Leonard Potts
interviewing John Rayburn.

Can you say your name for the record?

John Rayburn.

And how old are you, John?

Fourteen.

And were you there
when your brother got hurt?

Yes, sir.

And what happened?

He was hit by a car.

- And was your father there?
- No, sir.

He was at the hospital with my sister.

- You telling me the truth, son?
- Yes, sir.

Are you sure you're telling me the truth?

Yes, sir.