Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Bag or the Bat - full transcript

WARDEN: It's a different world
out there, Mickey.

Hey, Mick.

Good luck.

(door buzzes)

(car engine idling)

♪

♪

How does it feel,
you cocksucker?

You like it?

(gunshot)

("Hooray for Hollywood"
by Doris Day begins)



♪ Hooray for Hollywood

♪ That screwy ballyhooey
Hollywood ♪

♪ Where any office boy

♪ Or young mechanic

♪ Can be a panic

♪ With just
a good-looking pan... ♪

♪ And any barmaid

♪ Can be a star maid

♪ If she dances with
or without a fan ♪

♪ Hooray for Hollywood

♪ Where you're terrific

♪ If you're even good...
(fades into rap music)

♪ Before I be dismissed,
I get it on in a big house ♪

♪ All right ♪
♪ Puff cigars on a plush couch



♪ Uh, switch lanes, 110 South
♪ Where you going? ♪

♪ And I'm headed to my beach house ♪
♪That's right, yeah ♪

♪ Gettin' paper...

(muffled song thumping
through walls)

(sighs)
Goddamn it!

Fucking neighbors
with their music.

(both sigh)

Go back to sleep.

Think they put up with
this shit in Beverly Hills?

Mm-hmm.

Freaking moving, Ray.

(phone buzzing)

(exhales)

Yeah, Deonte, what's up?

I'm at The Caveat,

and I got a strange female
in the bed with me.

All right, what's the problem?

She want money?

No, man.
I fucking think she's dead.

Did you kill her?

No!

I didn't even fuck her.

She was doing blow all night.

I think she had a overdose.

Oh, my God!

All right.

Put your fingers on her neck
and feel for a pulse.

I can't do that.

I think there's blood there.

She had a nosebleed.

And my dick is covered in blood!

This is so extreme, man!

Do it now, Deonte.

If she's still breathing,
we need to save her life.

I can't.

What if she passed?

You think you're the first
person I've dealt with,

woke up in bed with a dead body?

Take your fingers
and feel for a pulse.

All right, hold on.

(breathing deeply):
Oh, fuck.

She's dead, dawg.

She... aw, shit, man.

I don't even know her, man!

I met her last night.

I don't do drugs,
I'm an athlete!

Listen to me.

Don't touch anything,

don't call anyone.

I'm sending someone over now.

I just signed an $80 million
endorsement, cuz!

TMZ was following me
around last night.

Calm down.

I'm on it. Just sit tight.

(phone ringing)

Yeah?

Av? We have a situation
at The Caveat.

Deonte Brown's
in bed with a dead girl.

I think she overdosed.

Get over there
and hold his hand,

see what's what.

Okay, I'm on it, Raymond.

(phone ringing)

Yo, boss.

Lena, honey.
Get over to the office now.

I'll call you back
in ten minutes

when I'm on the road.

Deonte Brown's at The Caveat
with a dead girl.

I hate it when that happens.

Okay.

Hey. I gotta leave.

Get dressed, let's go.

You're not going
to school in that.

This is how they dress
in Calabasas.

You want her to dress
different, she needs to go

to Marlborough
or Harvard-Westlake.

BRIDGET:
I'm not wearing a uniform.

- That's nice, honey.
- She needs to talk to Bunchy and Terry.

She has to interview everyone.

Hey, how come they didn't
have any kids?

Terry's got Parkinson's, honey.

- Does that mean we're gonna get it?
- What's that?

ABBY:
Your son's getting in fights.

Bullshit.
I fell at soccer.

Are we gonna get it?

No, Terry got it
from boxing.

He got hit in the head
too much. Let me see that.

So why didn't Bunchy have kids?

Well, you know, Bunchy's, uh...

He has issues.

He got molested by a priest
when they were little.

- Really?
BRIDGET: Yeah.

That's why Dad was
always so obsessed

about nobody touching
our privates.

And it's why we don't
go to church.

I gotta go. Where's my iPad?

ABBY: You didn't tell me
you're doing something

for Stu Feldman.

He's on the board
at Marlborough.

I'll try.

ABBY:
Not good enough, Raymond.

Promise me.

I promise.

(rap music continues thumping)

(Bridget giggles)

(vacuum whirring)

(phone ringing)

AVI:
Yeah?

You got it under control?

So far, so good.

Okay, you're
the boss.

(phone ringing)

Lena, what's up?

I called our plant at TMZ,

nothing about anything
with Deonte or The Caveat.

Good.

Get me Lee Drexler.

Okay, here's Lee.

I'll stay on the line.
Thanks, doll.

LEE:
Yeah?

Lee, where are we with
the Tommy Wheeler thing?

His career's finished,
that's where we are.

Guy has a $200 million
heterosexual movie

coming out in a month?

Picks up a tranny
on Sunset Boulevard?

Can you get him
into your office now?

Ten minutes or so?

Yeah, I'll teleport him.

Get him there
as soon as you can.

I got an idea.

We can kill two birds
with one stone.

(Lee shouting indistinctly)

LEE: ...that is the
stupidest thing...

You know what

this asshole
just told me?

That he was raised
to help a woman.

A woman.

Women don't have
cocks, you moron.

It was the middle of the
night, she ran out of gas.

Shut the fuck up.

I didn't know it was a guy,
on my life.

LEE:
Yeah? What about the one

who called Marty
Grossman at Stalkerazzi

saying you picked him up
the month before that?

You know how many people
out there look like me?

Guys are asking for the Tommy
Wheeler body at my gym.

LEE:
You fucking cocksucking liar.

You know what's
gonna happen to you?

You are gonna be taking
it up the ass in 3-D

for the rest of your life!

RAY:
Lee.

Let me handle this.

I didn't know it
was a guy, I swear.

Guy had an Adam's apple
the size of my fist!

Tommy, look at me.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so embarrassed.

I-I feel like I'm addicted
or something.

Tommy, listen to me.

I have a way to get
you out of this.

RAY:
Lena.

Call TMZ and leak the news
that Tommy Wheeler is

at The Caveat with a dead
girl. Then get over there

and represent him.

You're his publicist

or you work
for the studio.

Just try to
control the story.

LENA:
Got it, boss.

Did I kill her?

No.

She overdosed.

(sighs)

♪

Thanks for doing this, man.

I'm gonna get you courtside
seats to all my games, dawg.

(phone ringing)

RAY:
Give me that.

What'd you tell
your wife?

DEONTE: That I got
back from Vegas early.

Missed her. I'm gonna
take her to The Ivy.

No, have breakfast here.

That way, if someone sees you
here, you're with your wife.

Nobody connects you
with the dead girl.

Erase those texts.

AVI:
You.

Take this

and smear it on your dick.

What?
She had a nosebleed.

She bled on your dick.

Now go!

Bring the cup back to me.

Now.

(snaps fingers)
Let's go.

LENA:
Okay, listen up.

I can confirm Tommy Wheeler is
in the hotel.

That's all I can tell you
at this point.

- Excuse me.
REPORTER: Come on, you gotta

give us more than that!
What's going on in there?

This gonna fly?

Yeah, worked out fine.

They'll let him go
in a few hours.

We'll put him
straight into Voyages.

Suck one cock,
you're a cocksucker for life.

Get caught with a dead girl,

admit to a drug problem,
and go to rehab, no problem.

Crazy town, right?
I'll deal with the studio.

Stu Feldman called, you're late.
You gotta get over to Paramount.

I was gonna go see Ezra.

My partner's fine.

He's grieving. You'll see him
tomorrow at the service.

Get over to Paramount!

Lee, he's not fine.

Do me a favor.

Don't tell me what to do.

Marty, my friend.
I told you he's not a fag.

Did you see that tranny?

I would have fucked that tranny.

You drop the fag stuff,
I will give you

the first interview with him
from rehab.

MAN: There he is! There he is!
Tommy! Tommy!

(clamoring)

Want to make a statement, Tommy?
Tommy Wheeler, look at me!

Tommy, look at me!
What happened over there?

(clamoring)

(women squealing)

Tommy, want to make a statement?
Tommy, look over here.

(clamoring continues)

I've been seeing this chick.
I want you to follow her.

See if she's fucking
around on me.

I'm married.
Lee told you that, right?

You think I'm a scumbag, right?

Married, but I'm fucking around
with this chick?

I'm not here to judge you.
It's not what I do.

You think I don't
know what you do?

Lee said
you're the best in town.

I love my wife...

but this chick...
has her claws in me.

My wife doesn't want to have sex
with me anymore.

I don't feel good about myself.

(phone buzzing)

You ever do
growth hormone?

No.

(stammers)
You think it's Kabbalah, right?

It's not. It's-It's to remind me

it's the hand of taking,
you know?

It should be the hand of giving.

You know, I want to give more.

I don't want
her to know

that I'm having her followed.

She has trust issues.

No problem.

She was one of
those Disney kids.

Parents stole all her money.

Now she's a singer.

Like Britney.

All right, good, good, good!

You don't talk a lot.
I like that.

I'm gonna start doing that.

Makes you very
mysterious.

I think I give away
my power too much.

I'll be in touch.

(dispenser whirs)

I'm gonna go sit
on Feldman's girl.

Okay.
Terry's called three times.

All right,
see if you can get him.

That's it. You go to the
body, then you move upstairs.

Everything behind
the jab, okay?

MAN: Yo, Terry! Terry!
Your brother's on the phone!

Which?
Ray.

What's up?

RAY:
What's going on, Ter?

Bunchy had a slip.

Where is he?

MAN: He was a big,
charismatic guy.

Tells my parents
I'm an athlete.

This was a big deal
in my family,

a priest paying attention to me.

I was, I was so flattered.

Takes me to
this health club

and tells me we have
to shower first.

Motherfucker.

And that was the first
time he molested me.

I come into the house,
and my mother says, uh...

She says, "How was it,
Kev? Was it thrilling?"

I'm gonna tell my mother
that this man raped me?

This man's
next to God.

(phone ringing)

That's God's representative
on Earth.

Hey.

RAY:
Hey, Bunch, what's up?

You talk to Terry yet?

Yeah.

What's going on, Bunchy?
Talk to me.

My settlement just came through.

$1.4 million 'cause
some priest messed around

with me when I was a kid.

I thought I'd be so happy
when the money came.

You want me to send someone?
Come get you?

Send someone?

Nah, I ain't done drinking yet.

(dog barking)

I got his plates.

I'm gonna call it in
to Lena for an address.

I got a bad feeling.

Ray, what are
you doing?

You can't fucking
do that.

You said you weren't
gonna do this shit anymore.

She's not the client!
Stu Feldman's the client!

(knocking)

Jesus, Ray Donovan!

You always open the door
like that?

Without asking
who it is?

I do when it's you.

How the hell
are you, Ray?

Pretty good.

You? Better than the
last time I saw you.

What was I, like, 16?

Trying to get my fucking money
back from my parents.

Assholes.

Did I ever
thank you?

You tried.

(chuckles)

So, what are you doing here,
Ray?

You have a stalker.

Right. That was good.

I'm, like, being punked, right?

No.

ASHLEY:
So, what, I'm supposed

to look over my shoulder
every minute now?

How did you even
know about him?

Look at me.
It's Stu, isn't it?

He hired you to spy on me?

Yeah.

Fucking asshole!

He's married.
Did you know that?

What does he want
from me?

I've had guys jerking off
to me since I was 15.

But you weren't like that,
were you, Ray?

Why are you telling me
about him?

I don't want
to see you get hurt.

Oh, my God! Hurt?

Who is this guy?
I don't know yet.

There are things we can do
to mitigate it.

Mitigate it?

I don't want another dog.

My last dog died of cancer!

I can't handle this right now.

♪ From the same old scam

♪ Feelin' like I'm stuck
in the same old rut ♪

♪ But I keep rollin'
'cause enough is enough ♪

♪ It ain't nothin' to me

♪ I keep on,
just fancy-free... ♪

Party's over, Bunch.
Let's go.

What are you, his mother?
We're fucking conversing here.

I'm not talking to you.

(mocking):
I'm not talking to you.

Man, what the fuck?

What the fuck you...?

(grunting)

How come
we never had a thing?

You're not really my type.

Of course I am.

Yeah?

(sighs)

Let me have
your hand.

What for?

Let me have
your hand.

Your heart line.

My heart line?

You fall in love easily.

All the little lost dolls.

(Ashley moaning)

(both moaning)

Hey.
Hey.

Oh, shit.

Hey, hey, look at me.
Ashley, you okay?

Oh, my God.

I'm so embarrassed.

I have epilepsy and I'm
not supposed to drink.

The sugar fucks me up.

What the fuck am I doing?

Why am I seeing Stu?

He's a terrible person.

God, I'm so fucked up.

It's okay.
You're gonna be all right.

You need to stop opening
your door to strangers.

Get a dog,
not a gun.

You got a gun,
they use it on you.

Get a security system.

Start doing what you need to do
to get your life in order.

(sighs)

(sniffs)

God, (laughs)

I really need yoga right now.

My wife does yoga.

Where?

Uh, Point Dume.

Look, I, um...

I got to go.

(grunts)

Can I see you again?

Let me make sure
you're okay.

Do my job.

With this guy.

Okay.

Thanks, Ray.

I love you.

All right.

Keep your doors locked.

And no more yoga
on the deck.

Yes, Daddy.

Don't worry.

You're in the solution now.

I remember that.

I love it.

What does it mean?

(door slams)

Yeah.

What?

I'm on my way.

How much do we
owe you for bail?

Nothing.

All right, it's not
the end of the world.

I'll get the charges dropped.

Come here.

What are you doing? Come here.

I was sober ten months,
three days until this.

I know, Bunch.

I know.

What's going on?

You remember
Dad's girlfriend Claudette?

Yeah.

They had a kid.

They what?

They had a kid, Ray.

When?

Before he went to Walpole.

How long have you known?

I told you
we should've told him.

How fucking long?

A long time.

He's grown.

His name's Daryll.

Hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey...

Okay, okay.

Hey, Ray.
No.

He doesn't like
strangers touching him.

All right, we can
work up to that.

We didn't think
you could handle it.

Did I say "Come in"?
I didn't say "Come in."

I heard my name so I thought
that meant "Come in."

He and Claudette come out here
about ten years ago.

She got sent away
for writing bad checks.

Ten years you've been
keeping this from me.

A little longer.

Before you moved us out here
and I got the gym.

Dad wanted us
to get to know him.

(laughs)

Guy who threw rocks during
the Boston thing, screaming,

"Niggers, go home."

Is this a
fucking joke?

All right, take it easy.

Ray.

There's something else.

He got out.

Who got out?
What are you talking about?

The old man made parole.

He wasn't supposed to be out
for five more years.

He's out, Ray.

("Don't Turn Your Heater Down"
playing)

♪ Winter's comin' on, yeah...

(groans)
Oh, easy, baby.

Easy?

(both laughing)

I got no time for easy.

This stuff's much
stronger now.

I'm moving,
I'm constant moving.

♪ Now's the time
I need you around ♪

♪ Girl, don't turn
your heater down ♪

♪ In the summer you look cute

♪ Sportin' thongs
and a bathing suit ♪

♪ It's time for wearin'
them fine wool slacks ♪

♪ Girl, you know
I can't go for that. ♪

The bag or the bat, Bob?

The bag.

(water splashing)

(crying)

Stop crying--
you're streaking the dye.

Stand up.

Cup your fucking genitals.

I don't want to look
at that shit.

(sighs)

It's over.

No restraining orders, no seeing
her in court, none of that.

You come near her again,
I'll kill you.

You understand me?

Here.

I sent a deli platter
for Ezra's service tomorrow.

Did you talk to Stu Feldman

about Marlborough?

Something came
up with, uh,

Terry and Bunch.

How many years you gonna
look out for them, huh?

(laughs)

What about your own son,

your daughter--
what about us?

Stop being dramatic.

Everyone's fine.
We're not fine.

I hate it here.

It's like the frigging

Jersey Shore of L.A.

(sighs)

You thinking about Ezra?

He brought me out here.

Wasn't for him and Lee,
we wouldn't be here,

have all this.

He's the most important person
in my life right now, Abs.

Thanks a lot, Ray.

Shut the fuck up.

(chuckles)

LEE:
How'd it go with Tommy?

He's at Voyages.

Worked like a charm.

Very smart, Raymond-- excellent.

Hey.
Hi, sweetheart, thank you.

You look beautiful.
Thank you.

How's Calabasas?

What I have to pay him, he
should move you to Bel Air.

Who lives in Calabasas,
anyway-- Sinbad, Howie Mandel?

Jesus, Ray.

(whispering):
Hi, how are you?

Ezra.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, thank you, darling.

I love you.

Ruthie loved you.

We've done bad things, Ray.

I've asked you
to fix things

that should never
have been fixed.

Ezra, you're upset.

Terrible things.

I'm going to come clean on
all of the things we've done.

Ruth would want that.

Look, you're under
a huge strain right now.

I've got to come clean,
Ray-- all of it.

Every fucking
thing we've done.

What are you doing here?

How dare you?

You asked me to come, Ezra.

You begged me.
Ashanda!

My mistress

at my wife's memorial?

Ezra!

MAN: Hey, Shawn, over
here, look at me.

Shawn, Shawn.

(tires screech)

MAN 2:
Come on, man, come on, come on.

(tires screech)

How did this happen?

How the fuck did
this happen, Ray?

He made parole.

Well, tell me you're
gonna take care of this.

I took care of it then,
didn't I?

Yeah, but he's out now.

He better not
be coming here.

♪

(baby coos)

He's out of his
fucking mind.

I've never been
so humiliated in my life.

And after
that debacle,

he calls and tells
me to come back.

He's lonely.

(sighs)

Something's wrong.

And what's with the Yiddish?

(laughs)

Where's Abby?

We took separate cars--
she went to yoga.

Make yourself
at home.

Just don't move any
of the furniture around.

Fucking Lee.

Says he'll come and sit shiva

with me tomorrow.
Hmm.

You know what he sent out
last year for Christmas?

Fake hand grenades
with a note that said,

"We go to war
for you."

My father's coming.

He's coming here?

Nisht gut.

What does he want?

I don't know.

No lie lives
forever, Raymond.

It's time to pay the piper.

Why don't
we kill him?

(laughter)

(ice clinking)

She can't drink.

She's epileptic.

Ray?

You know
each other?

ASHLEY: Okay, this
is your husband?

He worked on a case
for my ex Stu Feldman.

ABBY:
Huh, small world.

ASHLEY:
Uh, you know what?

I just looked at the time.

I think I should get going.

Let me get my keys.

I got to take her back.

RAY:
I'll do it.

You've been drinking.

(door closes)

You're stalking me now?

That's my wife, okay?

That's my family.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

She just...
she's so nice.

And I love her accent.

She's so real.

What the fuck
are you doing?

I want to taste you.

I want to put your cock
in my mouth.

Fuck!

(tires squeal)

RAY:
Listen to me.

You don't come near me
and my family again.

(tires squeal)

FEMALE AUTOMATED VOICE:
You have one new message.

(phone beeps)

ABBY (over phone):
You promised me, Ray.

Don't come home.

(beeps)

(chuckles)

♪

That girl at the morgue,

the one from the hotel
this morning?

Make sure someone claims
the body.

I don't want her
sitting there alone.

AVI (over phone):
You okay, boss?

Where are you?

My place in town.

(line ringing)

(ringing continues)

(phone buzzing)

I can't stop thinking about you.

Try.

Fuck me, Ray.

Save me, Ray.

PRIEST: The body of Christ,
the bread of Heaven.

The blood of Christ,
the cup of salvation.

♪

(door closes)

Did you fuck her?

No.

Abs, I didn't
sleep with...

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

(whispering):
Good.

(sighs)

Lee called.

He's having some people over.

Stu Feldman's gonna be there.

You can talk to him
about Marlborough.

All right.

My father's coming.

He made parole.

Jesus, Ray.

Is that why you're acting
like such an asshole?

Is she hung up on you?

Did she try

to make friends with me
because of that?

No, sweetheart.

Of course not.

(sighs)

I have a black half-brother.

You're joking me.

No.

(both laughing)

Oh, my God,
that's crazy.

I know.

♪ How good or bad

♪ Happy or sad

♪ Does it have to get?

Guys, you want a Bellini?

I'm good, thanks.

That's a fresh
peach puree, right?

It was invented at
Harry's Bar in Venice.

Oh.
I love Venice.

(laughs)

Ray.

You tell Stu Feldman's girl
he's spying on her.

Are you out
of your fucking mind?

She has a stalker.

I had a moral
responsibility to tell her.

You have a moral responsibility
to do your fucking job.

What the fuck?

Ezra.

The last one, right?
Yeah, awesome.

(conversation continues
indistinctly)

♪ All that glitter
and all that gold ♪

♪ Take care of your soul...

Ezra! Ezra!

Come on.

Come...

Ez-- Ezra, hey!

Come on.

TOMMY:
No, no way...

(imitates rapid gunfire)

(laughs)

Oh, man.

Hi.

I'm Abby Donovan.

Hi, Abby Donovan.

Lee said I could talk to you
about Marlborough.

No problem.

Hey, Ray.

What are you doing
here, Tommy?

I got a day pass.

Get out.

Dad, why?

Don't argue with me;
just get out.

ABBY:
That's my daughter, Bridget.

She's a great kid.

Smart as a whip.

STU:
Beautiful girl.

Oh.
Thank you.

What a shame.

Excuse me?

Uh, I'm gonna make sure
that she is banned

from Marlborough,
Harvard-Westlake, all of them.

You know why?

I'll tell you why,
Abby Donovan.

'Cause your husband
fucked my girlfriend.

That's why.

Fuck you.

♪ And all of your gold

♪ Take care of your soul

♪ With all of your gold

♪ Take care of your soul

♪ Oh, oh, oh...

Not in the face... not...!

No!

(bones crack, Stu yells)

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ Take care of your soul

♪ Soul, soul, soul... ♪

There she is.

You, um...

you never told me
how Bridget died.

(sighs)

She was high on drugs.

She jumped off a roof.

That's really sad.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

It's okay, hon.

(quiet laugh)

Do you miss her?

Yeah, I miss her.

She had a great
sense of humor.

She could make Bunchy
piss his pants.

(giggles)

She sounds
really funny.

Hey.

It's gonna be okay.

It's sad.

I know.

Come here.

(crying)

We're good.

We're really,
really good.

(whispering):
I'll always protect you.

I'm hiring
a realtor.

(sniffs)

That girl.

I knew her
years ago.

Listen, Abs.

Sometimes these women,

I protect them and they get...

You know.

Confused.

She's not
important.

What I'm gonna tell you now
is the important thing.

You got to
listen to me

and you got
to trust me.

My father coming here?

You let him near this family,
everything we worked for,

everything we built--

it'll be over.

Whatever you
think happened,

it was ten times worse.

Don't let the wolf
in the gate, Abby.

Did he reach out to you?

I got to know, Abs.

You're sick, Ray.

You got a hole in your heart.

"If the Man You Love

Was Abused."

You haven't been
on a date in ten years.

You know they got a name for it?

What?

I'm a sexual anorexic.

You're kidding me.

I swear, bro.

How do you like them apples?

Just go easy on him, Ray.

I mean, he wants
to make amends.

He feels real bad
about everything.

You hear about
this new law?

Egan's Law?

They got to notify you if
the Catholic Church moves

into the neighborhood.

(laughs)

Come on, Ray, it's funny.

MICKEY:
If you can't laugh,

what are you gonna
do-- cry all the time?

What are you doing here, Mick?

MICKEY:
What am I doing here?

Last time I saw you,
I was the one going

to Hollywood-- what
the fuck happened?

You set me up,
motherfucker.

20 years.

Now look at you.

Such a big shot.

Well, this is great.

This is great.

All my boys are together.

Everyone's great.

Everyone's great,
Mick?

Really?

Bridget's dead,

Terry's shaking
like a fucking leaf,

and Bunchy can't stay sober
more than a month.

That's your legacy, Mick.

MICKEY:
Hey,

Hollywood big shot.

I want to date Chita Rivera,
Rita Moreno, or Diahann Carroll

if Claudette don't
take me back.

Can you hook me up?

That priest,
I took care of him.

Some very powerful people
are gonna come after me now.

Very powerful.

Da VinciCode type shit.

(laughing)

You deluded old fuck.

Only guys coming after you
are the guys you ripped off.

Only thing they need is the
address I'm gonna give 'em.

How's those grandkids

of mine?

Motherfucker!

Ray, hold...

Ray, take it easy.

RAY: Motherfucker!
TERRY: Take it easy!

DARYLL: Chill!
TERRY: Take it easy.

You go near my family,

I'll fucking kill you.

You hear me?

(laughing)

(Ashley screaming)

♪

♪

(grunts)

(grunting)

I warned you.

You deluded fuck.

Didn't I warn you?

(knock on door)

Mickey.

Pictures don't do
you justice, Abby.

You're beautiful.

When I wrote to you.

Those letters.

From the bottom
of my heart, Abby.

I'm an old man, I need
to make it right.

He hates me, Abby.

Why? I don't know.

(sighs)

(door closes)