Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 12 - Same Exactly - full transcript

Van is dead.
You fucking murdered an FBI agent.
I want you to kill my father.
Why me, Raymond?
Because I want the last person he sees to hate him as much as I do.
It's all there.
- Where'd you get it? - Ruth's foundation.
Sully just called. It's been done.
I'll get your money.
You got the wrong guy, pal.
- What? - And I can prove it.
Seany boy, are you in there? Let me in.
- Mickey, please, help me. - I can't, kid.
- What happened, Raymond? - Sully. And Mickey's still alive.
- Ruth's money? - Gone.
We've unleashed a monster.
He doesn't have a passport. I'll find him.
Do you think Sully's coming for us?
I'm going into town. You take care of the kids.
- I can't let you do that. - Are we in danger?
Remember me? It's Brendan.
We don't know each other.
- I'm sorry. - Are you?
What'd you do?
It was an accident.
What the fuck?
- I need help. - Bunchy shot him.
He won't take me to the hospital.
They don't know, do they?
- Shut up. - You never told them.
- I told you to shut up. - I loved you.
So you took him to the hospital?
- Yeah. - Which hospital?
- I had Avi take the kids to a hotel. - Okay.
Ray, that priest, what happened? Is that the one that abused Bunchy?
Wasn't only Bunch.
No. No, no.
Don't touch me.
There he is.
Smoking is strictly prohibited.
Thank you for your cooperation.
All aboard into the third line train number 74...
Now boarding, Track 5. All aboard.
Eddie!
- Oh, did you see that? - Some guy got hit.
- Oh, right over there. - Look.
- Guy didn't even slow down. - I got it. I got my cell phone.
- What happened? - I don't know.
- Call an ambulance. - Yeah, yeah.
- Back. - Is he gonna be all right?
- Yeah, but... - Get back.
- Everybody back. - I didn't see him.
Okay, if you would, please, everybody back.
- Wait outside, please. - Where's Sully?
I don't know.
- It's all right. He knows CPR. - Where's Sully?
- He knows what he's doing. - Santa Monica.
- Where? - I don't know.
My God, I'm dying here.
- Tell me how to find him, and I'll stop. - He's a doctor.
All-you-can-eat.
- Take it easy. - What?
- Everything's okay. - Tiny.
All-you-can-eat, Third Street.
- Yeah, I see him. - Everybody back, thank you.
Okay, folks, stand back.
Be smart, keep your mouth shut, and we'll take care of you.
- Get out of the way. - Stay over here.
Yes, that's right. He's expecting a call.
Don't say anything, Raymond.
I waited all night for you to come arrest me, Frank.
- What are you doing here? - I thought you might need your lawyer.
Van was a good agent.
- A good American. - All right.
Let's go.
You're not gonna bring me in, Frank...
...because you know I didn't do it.
You think I'd leave a body?
You think I'm that stupid? I don't leave fucking evidence.
That's not admissible.
You haven't Mirandised him.
You pursue this, you're gonna look like an asshole and lose your pension.
You wanna be an asshole with no pension, fine...
...but who's gonna support those kids of yours?
Do not fucking do this to me, Ray.
I think you're gonna give me 12 hours, because you know I'm telling the truth.
You're making the right decision, Frank.
Twelve hours.
You all right?
Thought I'd feel real bad after what happened to Father Danny.
But I don't.
I'm glad he's gone.
That way, he can't do it to anyone else.
That's right, Bunch.
I'm gonna stay at my apartment from now on.
- Good. - Won't be mad?
No, of course not.
You change your mind, you're welcome here, you know that.
Thanks, Ter.
You are taking advantage.
Who do you think is gonna pay for all of this?
Dad.
Dad's not here, Conor.
You're gonna make yourself sick.
Plus, you're not even hungry, you're sad.
Bullshit. Sad about what?
- Mom and Dad. - Why?
Mom's upset, Dad's gone.
We're staying in a hotel, we're missing school.
So what? I don't even like school.
If I was in Israel, I'd be in the army right now.
You are clueless.
Mommy.
Come on, it's time to get up.
- Mom. - Leave me alone, Bridget.
Where's Dad?
I don't know.
When are we going home?
- Mom, you should get up. - Leave me alone.
- Write down 3832 Wilshire Blvd? - You find the all-you-can-eat yet?
- We're working on it. - How hard can it be?
- Boss, there's a bunch of them. - So narrow it down.
Show his picture. The guy weighs 300 pounds, for chrissake.
Everybody who eats there weighs 300 pounds.
We're running out of time, all right?
Okay. All right, look, we're going now. We just had to collect all the names.
- Maybe he meant 3rd St. in Hollywood. - No.
They stayed in Santa Monica.
He hides in plain sight. He did it in Boston.
He doesn't run, he doesn't go far. He's there. Just find him.
- Okay. - We will, Ray.
- I'll meet you downstairs. - Yeah.
You want me to check on your family?
- No, they're all right. - Did you call Abby?
What are you, my fucking marriage counsellor?
Go out there and do your fucking job.
What the fuck are you doing?
This is not appropriate for me.
I'm a sexual anorexic.
Oh, come on. Enough with that shit.
Jesus.
What the hell?
You know what, Pop?
I don't want you here no more.
I want my place back.
Really?
We have good times, don't we, Bunch?
I thought we were having fun being together.
All right, you know what?
You take the bed, have your privacy, you're right.
- I can move back out to the couch. - No.
I wanna live alone. Like a grown-up.
I see.
Well, just be careful you don't burn it down.
See? That's what I'm talking about. Why you gotta bring that up?
It's just a bolt out of the blue, that's all.
I told you Father Danny was here. You should have listened to me.
This wouldn't have happened.
What wouldn't have happened?
I got fucking drunk...
...and I shot him.
You what?
Ray had to take care of it.
He killed him right in front of us.
It really fucked up Terry and it really fucked up me.
How does Ray feel about it?
I don't know.
Why don't you fucking ask him?
All right, I will.
Jesus, ain't that something?
It was really him, huh?
Maybe you're right.
Maybe I am a bad influence.
It's just a lot of bad shit's been happening since you got here.
How old are you?
I'm 65.
You got any ID on you?
Like a driver's licence? Social Security card?
Sure, I got ID. You got cash?
Three hundred bucks?
Let's go.
- You fucking kidding me? - I want your wallet.
And I want your sneakers.
To roast the perfect turkey, preheat the oven to 325...
Where's Eddie?
I need him to go to the mall and buy me new sneakers.
You know how hard these were to find?
My fucking feet.
My arches just keep collapsing.
Where is he?
He left.
- He take the money? - He only took one bag.
He took one bag? You fat fuck!
- You fat motherfucker! - Sully, it wasn't...
What the...? What the fuck?
You're fucking dead!
- You fucking piece of shit! - Motherfucker.
I just slit a guy's throat, and all I got was a fucking Ralphs card.
What the fuck am I gonna do?
Well, now you're gonna have to go to the mall...
...and get me my new sneakers.
All right.
I gotta eat, Sully. I'm starving.
Yeah. What, you're starving? Jesus fucking...
Okay, it's a size 12. And here, it...
Forty-six and a half, UK.
Now, we get to the Maldives.
This will be like a bad dream.
- You're still taking me? - Yeah, of course, I'm still taking you.
You think I'm gonna make friends with the freaking Maldivians?
Learn a new fucking language?
Forget it.
Well, I'm sorry I hit you with the shoe.
I got upset.
It was a cruel thing to do.
- Won't happen again. - Okay, Sully.
Okay.
- Hi, Grandpa. - Conor, where's your dad?
Where he always is. I don't know.
How about your mom?
We're at this big hotel. She's still in bed. Something's wrong with her.
What's the name of it?
You all right?
I lied to Frances.
It's gonna tear us apart.
- Maybe not. - No.
It will.
We did what had to be done.
Murder, Ray?
I can't condone it.
You should've told me what happened to you.
Yeah?
You should've told somebody when it happened to you.
Might have stopped him, Ter.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I broke his fingers and that was that.
I didn't have words for it.
I'm sorry.
What do you wanna do?
About what?
The nurse.
I think you gotta let her go, Ter.
That's easy for you to say.
You got a family.
- Yeah. - We found it.
Comes every day as soon as the buffet opens...
...and he's always the first in line. - Tell Avi to meet me there.
I want you to go to that hotel and check on my family.
Right. The place at the beach?
Yeah. I'll call you later.
All right, boss.
- What the fuck, Mick? - Oh, I'm s... Abby.
Me darling, I was...
I was waiting for you and I fell asleep.
The bed was so soft.
Do you know how fucking inappropriate this is?
I didn't wanna wake you.
I didn't mean any harm. I was talking to Conor.
I was worried about you, so I came.
Tired, I guess. Been a rough few days.
Oh, yeah?
Me too.
You wanna talk about it, I'm here for you.
Does that pull out?
You're not staying here, Mick.
Well, whatever's going on, right now you gotta get up.
- Are you kidding me? - No, I'm not.
Gotta be a mother to your children.
That's ironic coming from you.
The past is the past. Right now, you're getting up.
You lay your fucking hands on me, and I'll scream.
You need to get up. Conor's upset, so is Bridget.
- How do you know? - I talked to him.
You got some fucking nerve, know that?
I do. Go take a shower.
You get up, I go.
Go on.
Fucking leave me alone.
I'll fucking sue you.
Fuck, Ray.
Relax, Tiny.
You're not going anywhere.
You got a lot of problems, Tiny.
- Why don't you let me help you? - Go fuck yourself, Ray.
Sully's gonna kill you. You know that, right?
He's out of fucking control.
So let me help you.
We got Eddie, Tiny.
You're just saying that to scare me.
No, he got hit by a car.
We got the money back.
But you got another million belongs to me.
I didn't come to L.A. to kill a fucking movie star.
I've been watching this guy my whole life.
I've been crying nonstop. I fucking loved Sean Walker.
Here's the deal.
I'll let you keep half the money...
...throw in a boat trip to Rosarito, plus the passports.
When you get to Mexico, Sully can go anyplace.
I got contacts down there that can get him to the Maldives.
I don't trust him no more.
Can I come work for you?
Take Sully my offer.
Call me when it's done.
I got no family, Ray.
And I don't blend in. Sully ain't gonna take me with him.
Hi, sweet pea.
- Hi, Grandpa. - Hi, honey.
What's wrong with him?
He ate too much. Now he doesn't feel well.
My sweet boy. How you doing?
Not so good.
Hi, Mama. You feel better?
I do, sweetheart.
Sorry I was short before.
It's okay. Don't worry about it.
Will you order me a ginger ale?
- I wanna talk to Mick. - Sure.
Better order two. Your son's got a stomachache.
What's wrong, Con?
- I'm fine. - Maybe you need to fart.
We go talk, Mick?
Ain't this something? Finally have our day at the beach.
What are you doing here, Mick?
Wanted to make sure you were all okay, that's all.
You know Ray was abused?
That same priest that abused Bunchy?
Yeah.
That's all you gotta say about it?
Kids say the craziest things.
- You calling my husband a liar, Mick? - No, you...
It's just, you know...
...it was different then. - Different how?
Everybody got molested.
Half the kids in my neighbourhood got molested.
Everybody knew about it.
This one lady used to show me her tits every fucking Sunday.
Run her hands through my hair every time she saw me. Pat my ass.
You're the wolf.
- What? - Ray was right.
You're the fucking wolf, Mickey.
I'm a wolf? What is that supposed to mean?
A wolf.
A howling wolf?
Look...
...maybe I looked the other way too much. Maybe I did.
I'm just saying, I had my hands full.
- Know how hard it was to make a living? - Selling coke?
Yeah, that must've been real hard.
Jeez, I can't tell you nothing, can I? What the fuck is going on today?
I want you to leave, Mickey.
Stay away from my family.
Abby, come on.
I thought we were friends.
You wrote to me. All those letters helped me so much.
You know how much it meant to me keeping up with those kids?
I love those kids. I really do.
Why don't you love your own kids, Mick?
I don't get this, Abby.
What did I do?
You need to put on sunblock, Conor.
Leave me alone.
Everything okay?
Yeah, we're fine.
You need to leave.
Fuck him.
I'll get plastic surgery.
I can look like a completely different person for 30 thou.
I passed a million places in the last few days.
I'll walk right in, hand them cash.
- What about me? - Leave me the fuck alone.
Call Ray and tell him I said, "No deal."
It's your father.
- Don't hang up. - What do you want?
I'm beginning to see I caused a lot of trouble since I got here.
The scales are falling from my eyes.
The boys told me what happened, Ray.
I wanna see you. Give me 10 minutes. I'll leave, be out of your life forever.
- You're lying. - Ask Bunch. I moved out.
The Fite Club. One hour.
Raymond.
Can I talk to you for a minute? In private?
Whatever you have to say, Raymond, you can say it.
I've asked Deb to marry me, and she's accepted.
Congratulations, Deb.
A wife can't testify against her husband.
I think I'll change the baby.
Come on.
Let's go.
I think Ruth would want me to be happy.
You know, they met once.
Ruth didn't know that she was my mistress.
- I felt terrible. Ruth liked her. - Sully didn't take the bait.
I'm gonna use our sources, put out a bulletin.
- Say he was sighted in Santa Monica. - No, Raymond.
Then anyone could turn him in.
We can't risk it. Sully knows everything.
- What's your plan, Ezra? - I hire you to come up with the plan.
Then let me do my fucking job.
Hey, man.
- Did my dad send you? - Yep.
- Where's Abby? - Yeah, she had to take Conor upstairs.
- How come? - He got sick.
- Threw up in the hot tub. - Oh, Jesus.
Hey, come on.
Wanna go for a walk?
Okay.
I had this boyfriend, Marvin.
He did one thing, and my father almost killed him.
What'd he do?
He got a little rough with me. He's from a different culture, you know?
He's more mature. He apologised.
I believe you.
My dad's a fucking racist.
No, he's a good guy. You just have to give him a chance.
He disappears all the time. It's a joke.
Now everybody's all fucked up and it's his fault.
Well, when I first met him...
...he really helped me out.
- How? - I beat someone up.
Got in a lot of trouble for it.
I have anger issues.
- Really? - Yeah.
But your dad was really good to me.
He could see past that.
He bailed me out and gave me a job.
Hey, listen.
I know what a bad father is.
And you don't have one.
So stay open.
And I think you'll realise he's okay.
- All right? - Yeah.
- Did you see that? - I did.
I saw the whole thing and I'm pretty sure we're gonna be in trouble.
Why are we gonna be in trouble?
Please leave a message after the tone.
Hi.
It's me.
Come home.
Home?
More like a fucking hotel, right?
Hold on, Joanna. You haven't won yet.
Let's spin the big wheel to see what your challenge is.
All right.
Come on. Good challenge. Good challenge. I got this.
- Teaser. - All right.
- Okay, let's see... - Breaking news.
The FBI's Most Wanted Man, Patrick "Sully" Sullivan...
...has been spotted in Santa Monica.
Sully Sullivan has outstanding warrants for 19 murders...
...plus numerous counts of extortion, racketeering and drug-running...
...and should be considered very dangerous.
The FBI is asking anyone...
...with information on his whereabouts to call local authorities.
This actually is huge news.
It's a coast-to-coast... It's a worldwide story.
This manhunt has been going on for over 20 years.
Sully Sullivan was a crime figure...
...in the New England area for a number of years.
That motherfucker Ray.
Grab your shit. We're getting out of here.
I'm sure that cunt's gonna report it. Move it, lard-ass.
Come on. Come on, come on.
What do you want?
I'm worried about you.
There's a lot going on.
You gonna take out Sully?
You got five minutes, Mick. What do you wanna say to me?
I had this idea if I came out here, it would all work out.
Yeah? No, it didn't.
I killed that priest minute I got out. First thing I did.
- I did it so we could start fresh. - We know how that turned out.
Everybody makes mistakes, Ray.
I'm gonna...
I'm gonna go.
I'm gonna leave town.
But I gotta ask you one thing.
Why'd you wanna have me killed?
I can't stop thinking about it. It was like a stake in my heart.
Why?
Are you fucking kidding me?
Where do I even start?
Terry?
Bunch? Bridget killing herself?
You're right about Terry. I should have stopped that last fight.
He took too many blows to the head.
I thought he could handle it, but he couldn't. I got greedy.
I really thought he could fight his way out.
Mom dying while you're off in the projects with Claudette?
- What the fuck was that about? - I like black women, Ray.
What can I tell you?
I can't apologise for love, Ray.
I loved her. You know they made death threats against her and the baby?
What kind of animals wanna kill a baby because it's black?
The animals you made your life with.
- There were no death threats. - There were, Ray.
You were whoring around every night. Selling coke, robbing banks. Come on.
I didn't know nothing else.
- I had no skills to speak of. - Poor fucking Mick.
I did 20 years for you.
I took the rap for you and Ezra and Sean.
I kept my mouth shut. I did the time.
You did 20 years because you stole half a million from Sully.
Only place you were safe was in prison where you ratted out his whole family.
I did the time for you, Ray.
You loved us so much, how come you didn't give us the money, huh?
She needed it more.
I knew you'd make it, take care of the others.
Bunchy and Terry, no way.
They're weak.
But you?
You're my favourite, Ray.
You always were.
We're alike, the two of us.
Same exactly.
I told you.
I told you what happened with that man.
O'Connor.
Remember what you did, Mick?
You called me a liar and you beat the shit out of me.
Remember that?
You didn't stop him.
And he kept after me and kept after me.
And then he went after Bunchy.
Poor, sweet Bunchy.
That's when I decided to kill you, Mick.
You've been dead to me since that day.
You've been dead to me since I was 10 years old.
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart, Ray.
There's no forgiveness for you, you prick.
Get the fuck out of here.
It's on. They called.
Wanna meet at the marina.
What's your plan, boy?
- Yeah. - Come on, let's go.
Hey.
That's a nice bike.
- Raleigh Chopper. - Yeah.
Ape hangers.
I didn't steal it.
Somebody left it.
It's okay.
I just wanted to look at it.
I gotta go home.
I'm not stopping you.
I couldn't sleep last night.
I didn't do the right thing leaving him with you.
What happened to him?
The priest died.
After you took him to the hospital.
- We didn't get to take him. - Why not?
It's complicated.
Did you kill him?
Jesus, Terry. Are you gonna tell me what happened or aren't you?
I can't.
- Something happened. - I know something happened.
Bunchy shot him.
- Why? - He had his reasons.
There's things...
...that I can't talk about.
If you can't talk about these things, then how can anything ever...?
Jesus, woman!
This is who I am!
We're loyal to each other!
If that's a problem, then it's a problem!
It's a problem.
One more thing.
What did you do with the body?
We got rid of it.
What do you expect me to do with this information?
I don't know, Frances.
Do what you need to do.
- Think Sully's gonna show? - I don't know.
Did you call your wife?
What the fuck's the matter with you?
What are you looking so surprised for, Ray?
My life here is over.
I convinced my old pal here to take me with him.
You're not setting me up, are you, Ray?
Money first, Sully.
Go.
Hey, Avi.
- How's your mom? - She's fine, thanks.
That's to show you not to fuck with me, Ray.
Where's the boat?
Now let's go.
You go first. Move it.
Come on.
Mick, lend a hand with that, will you?
- What the fuck, Ray? - You, get the fuck off the boat.
I'm fucking FBI.
And I'm FBI's Most Wanted, so go fuck yourself.
You shoot me, he shoots him.
Mick...
...go get his gun.
Give me the gun.
And I'm taking all the money, Ray.
Now get off the fucking...
Shit. What the fuck you do that for?
You were in a shoot-out with Sully Sullivan. What do you think I did it for?
- Give him the gun, Mick. - Right. Right.
- Call an ambulance. - I'm not calling an ambulance.
You take him. How the fuck do I explain what he's doing here?
You hired us to help you find Sully. Now call a fucking ambulance!
Hey. Hey, hey.
- You all right? - I am all right.
I have a punctured lung and broken ribs.
Jesus, what are you, a doctor?
- I was a medic in the army. - Let me see.
You were?
What are you screaming for?
- It fucking hurts. - It's all right. You're gonna be okay.
- You call that ambulance yet? - They're on their way.
- What do I do with this piece of shit? - Your problem.
You were never here, you understand?
Get the fuck out.
- All units... - Sir, if I can have a minute of your time.
What time did you enter the area?
- All right, copy that. - Just like that.
- Let me get a shot of you guys. - How long...?
Anybody see who did this?
- How long have you been tracking? - David Simpson, here.
Did he ever mention a motive, sir?
Saved your life, Ray-Ray.
Guess we're even now.
Is that how you see it, Mick?
Ray-Ray.
That should be enough to get you a plane ticket and a couple months' rent.
Well, it's all water under the bridge now, ain't it?
Goodbye, Mick.
You know what your problem is, Ray?
You cling to the past. You gotta... You gotta move on.
Hey.
Hi.
Hi. It's me.
Come home.
Home?
More like a fucking hotel, right?
Sweetheart, I don't know why we're here...
...and why we can't come home.
I don't even fucking care.
You're my home.
I fucking need you, Ray.
We all do.
We don't even have to talk.
Just please come here.
I love you so much.
- start the seventh round. There's been a lot of action so far.
- AI, how do you have it? - It's a very close fight.
- I have it 58-56 for... - My boys.
Hey.
Very close fight.
Terry, get us some glasses.
Little early, ain't it?
Don't worry about it.
There you go. Bunch.
Here.
So, Pops, what are we celebrating?
Life.
Sip it, Daryll.
Sip it, my ass, motherfucker.
I'll tell you what, it's everything you could possibly want...
...in a championship fight. Here they go at each other...
We still have that cot Bunchy slept on?
Sure.
Good.
Is he dead?
I think he's sleeping.
Don't wake him.