Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Black Cadillac - full transcript

There's a price to pay for the wrong that we do.
A terrible price.
Your father called three times. I thought we took care of him.
Your mother hits harder than that.
You remember Dad's girlfriend Claudette?
I could cry thinking about that sweet black ass of hers.
I got a video of me doing something I shouldn't have been.
- What are you doing in it, Tommy? - Little man.
- What's that? - Your son's getting in fights.
Bullshit. I fell at soccer.
I'm gonna make sure that she's banned from Marlborough, Harvard-Westlake.
All of them. Because your husband fucked my girlfriend.
- Did you fuck her? - No.
I drove him over to a motel on Western Avenue.
He killed a priest. Did you talk to the police?
They might think that I knew what he was planning to do.
- He'll ID Mickey for 50 K. - Do it.
Great guns you got there.
Call her. She likes you.
- You like spaghetti? - Sure.
- I'm the guy that got you out of prison. - What are you, FBI?
Know how many punks would've wanted to kill me in Walpole...
...if they knew what I fed you people?
Can I get some fucking privacy?
Hey.
Thing goes fast.
Yeah, boy!
Yeah.
Circling these motherfuckers all day.
Eddie just picked your father out of the line-up.
All systems are go, Ray.
- Warrant's getting delivered today. - Make sure they know he's in L.A.
Yeah. When we get the warrant, we'll fax it to L.A.P.D.
- They'll pick him up today? - Yeah.
Today.
- Yeah. - The arrest warrant...
...is being issued right now.
I want eyes on him all day, Av.
You got it, boss.
I'll stay close.
Wake up, knucklehead.
Let's get the show on the road. Come on.
What's Daryll doing here?
We're all going to Palm Springs.
Palm Springs? Why?
- My mom lives there. - I'm gonna go get what's mine.
Let's bounce.
Why are you all dressed up?
It's Bel Air Academy family day, Daddy.
Conor and I are taking the tour.
- I thought we weren't doing that. - Mom said we were.
- Oh, yeah? - She's gonna freak if you don't come.
Family day, huh?
You look nice.
- Listen, Abs, about this thing today... - You promised me, Ray.
- Okay. I know. It's just, I got some stu... - You gave me your word.
- Okay. - One day...
- All right. ...with no Ezra, no Lee, no Avi...
...no Lena, no work. - Okay, okay, no problem.
I'll bring the Donovan family over to Bel Air Academy.
Can we do this later, please? I'm all dressed.
I know you are. That's the problem.
How do you get these freaking things undone?
Come on. We gotta get dressed. Come on.
- You gotta get dressed. - All right.
Great kids come from great fucks.
- So I come from a great fuck, huh? - Absolutely.
And what about me, Pop?
Every relationship is different.
Your mother was a good cook.
Oh, listen, listen, listen, Pop. I recorded this when I was 18.
You quit school to make that shit?
Okay, first of all, it's not shit. It's quality, okay?
It's shit.
Will you stop? You're gonna break the thing!
- You're gonna break it. - I'm not even touching it.
- Whatever. It's your car. - It's my car. I'm the boss.
- Whatever. Maybe I want some air. - Well, if that's broken, then...
Cut it out, the two of you.
Mickey's going out of town with Daryll and Bunchy.
He's heading east on the 10.
Stick with them.
You've been on that phone all morning.
We're gonna be late. Let's go.
- Call me later. - I will, boss.
Hey, Mr. Donovan. Hey, you buy me yet?
Who let you in here?
Marvin.
Who names their kid Marvin anymore?
He's named after Marvin Gaye.
Who's that?
Just the greatest R&B singer ever.
God, Mom, gross.
Right, Conor. Your father and I never messed around or anything.
You were conceived immaculate.
"Immaculately."
I was making a joke.
Wait.
There.
Don't be nervous, sweetheart.
I'm not nervous.
You're nervous.
You can't keep skipping out on your dues.
How many fucking times your grandma die?
That last one was my step-grandma, bro. This one's the real one.
- I helped pay for her coffin. - Take it out of his winnings.
Winnings? What winnings?
This pussy couldn't win a coin toss.
You're in a mood.
I'm sick of being broke.
You got a job.
We barely break even.
You let every kid come in here scam you.
They sign the deal, we get a piece of the action.
Action?
We haven't had a decent fighter in years.
All these weird guys Bunchy is bringing in.
Those sad cats crying in the locker room.
Here. You're feeling tight, here you go.
This is what I'm talking about, Terrence.
You're too goddamn soft for your own good.
- What you cooking for this lady, man? - Spaghetti.
You ain't gonna get laid with this shit, man.
But she told me she likes spaghetti.
Can't get pussy from shit from a jar.
You gotta make it from scratch.
Fuck all, who raised you anyway?
Well, this is it.
What the fuck kind of architecture is this?
My mom's new husband used to produce movies back in the '80s.
He still hangs out with Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell sometimes.
Kurt Russell and Goldie Hawn?
Give me a second.
- Yeah. - Where are you?
Beautiful Palm Springs.
You need to let me know...
...when you leave town, Mickey. - Oh, yeah?
Why is that?
- Because it's part of our deal. - I didn't know that.
There's a lot you don't know, a lot I didn't tell you.
There's something I didn't tell you.
- What's that? - Go fuck yourself.
What do you think? You're gonna kiss her?
You never know.
Hey, listen, just so you guys know, my stepdad is a fucking dickhead.
Got a doorbell there.
Behave yourself.
- Daryll. - Allan.
You must be Mickey.
- That's right. - Come on in.
And this is my son Bunchy.
- Here. - How are you?
Thank you, Mickey.
I wanted to thank you for taking care of Daryll while I was in the joint.
Mickey.
Look at you.
Jesus.
Claudette.
Claudette, you look great. You haven't changed a bit.
It's nice of you to say that.
Black don't crack.
Come on in, guys. Can I offer you a beer?
- Sure. - Some lemonade?
Come on in.
It's so beautiful.
- What? - I mean, my God.
You know where your father and I went to school?
- Oh, come on. - Southie.
Broken windows, all the desks had graffiti on them.
- Yeah. - Yeah, Southie.
- We know, Mom. - Will you look at this place?
Why am I so nervous?
Relax. You're the best-looking woman here.
What's he doing here?
Shit.
This is the time that we're...
What? Ray.
You don't call, you don't write. I mean, what am I...? What's that?
Hello, Stu.
Hello, Abby. You look lovely today.
- And these are your kids, right? - Yeah.
My son goes here.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah. He's leading the tours.
Jamie, get over here.
Just drop her.
- What? - Drop her and do him instead.
Okay, kid. Come on with me.
We're gonna sign in.
- All right. - All right.
That crazy cunt, Ashley, I mean, why I keep fucking her?
I don't know. I can't explain.
What's the problem, Stu?
You know, when I tell her I'm leaving my wife...
...you know, she actually believes me.
You know, she's bat-shit crazy, even for an actress.
Singer.
Yeah, whatever the fuck she is.
But two nights ago, right...
...she breaks into my house...
...and leaves a note for me in the goddamn kitchen.
Freaked out my wife.
You think I need full-time security now or what?
No.
You're gonna take care of this for me?
I'm not working today, Stu.
- Wanna go in? - Yeah.
Let's go.
- What did he want? - Relationship advice.
Here at Bel Air Academy...
...on a daily basis, we dwell in possibility.
We meet our students afresh every day...
...and ask them to step up to the smorgasbord of learning...
...and then watch as they assemble the tool kits for their futures.
Our students are well-rounded achievers.
Can you believe this?
- Yeah. Looks great. - Athletic, artistic and scientific.
Bel Air graduates made a significant contribution to our country...
...in such fields as medicine... - Turn it off.
...law, government...
...the entertainment industry. - Ray.
And our wonderful faculty is the bedrock of our success...
...inspiring our students to build their own lives...
What's going on, Avi?
- Yeah, they're in Palm Springs. - What the fuck are they doing there?
Visiting some rich guy and his black wife.
Claudette.
You think he's gonna run?
I need him back in L.A. for the warrant.
Well, what if he doesn't come back to L.A?
- We need him back in L.A., Av. - Okay, Ray.
How's it feel to be out, Mick?
Great.
Back with my family, where I belong.
Leave that shit alone.
Knock it off.
I've been saving this bottle of cognac for years.
1946.
Very rare.
How much did a bottle like that set you back?
Well, you know the old saying.
If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
I know the saying.
Cost me $2000 when I bought it, back in '95.
- What is this, like, oil in your hair? - Stop touching me. It's product.
- Product? - I'm not telling you again.
- It's him. - It's gross.
This one's not having any.
He's sober.
Though he doesn't act it.
The secret to happiness is freedom.
Here's to your new life, Mick.
- Fucking good toast, Allan. - Thank you.
Sip it, Daryll.
Come on. Take it easy.
He flips from the fire escape, pulls out the pistol...
...and shoots three guys dead.
And all in his underwear.
Because he was making out with that chick when the bad guys found him.
- Tommy Wheeler is badass. - Yeah.
Hey, guys, Tommy Wheeler is, like, one of my best friends.
Tommy Wheeler? Bullshit.
I'm serious. My dad works with him and we talk all the time.
No fucking way.
I can prove it.
That could be anyone.
It's not. I could call him and he'd pick up.
- Do it, then. - Yeah.
Yeah. Do it.
- Come on. - Go ahead.
Put it on speaker.
Little dude, what's up?
Hey, Tommy. Just looking for a new school and shit.
- Cool. Did you see my movie yet? - Nope, not yet, but I'm gonna.
Well, come to my house and I'll screen it for you. Tell your dad.
Okay. I gotta go.
- Okay, little man. See you. - Bye.
Did Tommy Wheeler suck your dick yet?
- What? - My dad produces his movies.
Says he's a degenerate homo.
So if Tommy wants to hang out with you...
...he's just trying to get into your pants. He's a total perv.
Homo.
I wouldn't go to his house.
I'm sure most of you took the requisite Shakespeare courses in college.
Our curriculum begins with Hamlet.
After all, he was a teenager who hated his mother and stepfather.
After Hamlet, we move on to Romeo and Juliet.
More teenage angst.
It's an easier sell before we move on to the histories.
We start with the English histories, we do Richard II and Henry V.
If that doesn't kill them, we're gonna move on to the Roman histories next.
We're gonna have Coriolanus, Julius Caesar.
Of course, at that point, they'll be begging for non-stop Simpsons reruns.
Oh, yeah.
So basically, they have to accept me because of my father.
But I still have to take that stupid entrance exam.
Oh, my God, I know.
I had two private teachers last time and I still totally tanked.
- You flying to Aspen for the holiday? - No.
I get so airsick flying out of Santa Monica Airport.
I know. My ears go crazy and all the food platters fall.
- Do you go to Aspen? - No.
- Oh, my God. Are those Keds? - Yeah. Yes.
You are so lucky. My mother refuses to buy them for me.
She thinks they don't have arch support.
Yeah. You must have really good feet.
Maybe. Thanks.
- Where do you go to school? - Calabasas.
Oh, my God.
- What? - You are so lucky.
No one would even know you here.
You could, like, be anyone.
Dip, slip, punch.
Sit down on your punches.
Okay, boss, you tell me.
- Yeah, it's good. - Good?
My Aunt Keithie taught me how to make this.
Ugly woman with tits that hung down to her belly button.
I said it was good.
And she was mean as hell.
But she cooks so good that she actually got six men to marry her.
- So? - So if this recipe...
...got my Aunt Keithie laid, it should work for you too.
Keep your eyes on the target.
You're very fucking welcome.
Time.
You wanna go? You wanna go? Let's do this.
- Get out of here. - Come on.
Fuck!
Jesus, Bunch.
- You got my fucking hair wet. - So what?
"So what?" I got product in it and I told you that.
What's your problem?
Bunch!
You motherfucker!
You fucking asshole. I told you I didn't wanna get wet.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Cut it out, man.
So you're a movie producer, huh?
Ever make anything good?
Good? I don't know about that.
Made a hell of a lot of fucking money, though, if that's what you're asking.
If you ever need a great idea, I got one.
Yeah?
Oh, yeah. I got a fucking doozy in my head.
Just need someone to spill it out to.
What's it about?
It's about some guy who did 20 years...
...for no good fucking reason.
I heard about that, Mick.
You here for the money?
What money?
Claudette and I have no secrets from each other.
I know all about Boston.
I know about the money you gave her and I know where you got it.
Yeah?
I'm prepared to pay you back.
If?
You know the "if," Mick.
You get your money and you move on down the road.
It ain't the money I'm after, Allan.
You two having a good time?
Come here.
Look at... Look at this.
Ray's family.
They're beautiful.
They can't get enough of me. Who'd have thought, huh?
Excuse me.
- Don't fucking move. - No.
Don't move.
There. Oh, there it is.
Don't move. Make...
...me fucking feel...
...good.
- What the fuck's that? - What?
- Oh, shit. - What the fuck is that?
I don't know.
Oh, shit.
Come on, Ray.
Turn it off.
So, what do you think?
About?
You wanna go steady?
My mom says you're gonna lead me down the wrong path.
All right, so don't tell your mom.
Okay.
But I'm a good Catholic girl.
Everything's gotta be over my sweater.
I can do that.
Hey.
It's Ray Donovan.
Errand boy for Ezra Goldman.
You mind? I'm trying to have a cup of coffee with my wife.
So you bringing your kids around here to run errands too?
Pick up the trays after lunch, extort lunch money from other kids?
Who the fuck do you think you are?
It's all right.
You don't talk to my husband like that.
Listen, I'm being nice because we're in a nice place.
Understand me?
Doesn't work like that around here, Ray.
You can't just threaten people...
...get what you want.
I'll be right back.
Ray...
My therapist said I should apologise to you.
Your therapist?
What I said to you about Ray fucking my girlfriend?
It was totally untrue.
I was acting out my guilt...
...over having an affair with a young girl.
A beautiful young girl.
I was acting it out on you, and that was deeply wrong.
And I apologise.
Thank you...
...for your apology.
You're welcome.
And I'll put in a good word about your kids.
You know, just make sure things work out.
Good.
Good, good, good. This...
- This feels good, doesn't it? - Right.
- How long ago did this happen? - About 10 minutes.
- Who'd she call? - The concierge and then her lawyer.
- All right, I'll be right there. - All right.
Want me to call Ezra?
No, don't bother him. I'll take care of it.
- You hotel security? - Yeah.
It's over here. I think it's a microphone.
Yeah, that's a microphone.
It fell down from behind the picture. I mean, I didn't know who to call.
What is this, like some CIA type of shit?
This whole room is wired?
How do you know where everything is?
Excuse me.
Can I see your ID?
What are you...?
What the fuck you doing, man?
Fucking scumbag.
Sit.
Fuck.
You fucker.
You're gonna ruin my goddamn life.
Wait, wait, wait, stop. Stop.
Look at me. Look at me.
Listen to me.
I am a human being.
Do you ever think about the things that you do?
Listen. Do yourself...
- You bastard. - Hey.
- Sorry. Wait. - You need to calm down.
- I'll do anything. - Get into your room.
- Get to your room. Shut up. - No, fuck you!
- You okay? Shit. - Yeah.
- All right. - We gotta get out of here. Go.
Bel Air Academy costs $33,000 a year in tuition.
We have a $10-million scholarship fund for students who can prove need.
So please, don't let our price tag stop you from applying. Questions?
Looks like you landed on your feet.
You gave me a head start, Mickey.
And I'll be forever grateful.
- Claudette... - Come on.
I got something for you.
- You do, huh? - Yeah.
Jesus.
You kept it.
Here's your other beautiful black baby.
Ain't that something? Ain't that something?
Holy shit. My Sansui speakers.
And there's more.
Let's see if it's alive.
And more.
Oh, well, what are you gonna do?
You like what you like.
You saved my life.
I owe you, Mickey.
I stole half a million for you.
Pissed off a lot of people.
I know.
I did what had to be done.
Mick, things have changed.
All right.
You like this guy?
He's good to you?
Yes, I do.
Yes, he is.
All right, then.
Thanks for the car.
Nice one.
Throw it.
Gonna play for the soccer team if you come here?
I don't know.
Hey, buddy.
That's Tommy Wheeler sucking on your dick.
All right, boys, let's bring it in.
He'd do us all a favour if he didn't go here.
That fucking kid hit me.
You okay? Jamie, are you all right?
Did you fucking see that?
Get back here, you fucking asshole.
I was just running my mouth.
Ezra...
...he fucked me so badly on my divorce.
I was just...
...running my mouth.
That's great, sweetheart.
I always wanted to play something that good.
- You play the piano. - Yeah.
Three or four chords, but nothing like you.
- You like this place, don't you? - I do, Daddy.
If I applied, do you think I'd get in?
I think they'd be lucky to have you, that's what I think.
- Daddy, what happened to your face? - It's nothing.
- But... It's nothing? - Don't worry about it. Come on.
Whatever you say.
Big cat scratched me.
A bobcat, maybe.
One of those Bel Air cougars.
He hit me. I know he did.
- I did not. - He hit me.
- Conor, is this true? - I don't know what he's talking about.
He's a liar. He's a fucking liar. He hit me.
- Do something about it. - All right, Jamie, just calm down.
So tell me exactly what happened.
I already did.
We were walking off the yard when this fucker hit me with something.
- Well, I'm sure it was an accident. - Just an accident, my ass.
Conor?
I'm only gonna ask you once. Did you hit him?
Yeah, I hit him.
And I don't give a shit. He's a fucking asshole.
Come on, Bridget. Let's just go home.
What the fuck, Ray?
Walk away.
Don't show your face here again, bitch.
Why'd you let him hit you?
I didn't see him. He came up from behind me.
Means a lot to me, you boys coming out here with me.
It means a lot.
Where's the fucking waiter?
I need a new drink.
He's somewhere.
"Cost me $2000 back in '95.
And if you have to ask me how much it costs today...
...you can't afford it." - "You can't afford it."
Yo, hit me, Bunch.
"Sip it, Daryll, come on."
- That's my boys. - "Come on."
"Sip it" my ass, motherfucker.
Yes.
To my seeds. Live forever.
I gotta go take a piss.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, where you going? Hey, come on.
- I'm fast. - Watch it.
"Bunchy, would you like some lemonade?"
Got you.
You gotta let me know when you leave town, Mickey.
You gotta stop hanging around in men's rooms...
...unless you wanna give the wrong impression.
You need to cooperate.
Like I said, go fuck yourself...
...and give me more money.
First thing you do when you get out...
...is kill a priest.
Are you trying to go back to prison?
Is that what you want?
I can take care of it...
...but you got to work with me.
What do you want from me?
I want them all, Mickey.
All of them.
Ezra Goldman, Lee Drexler and your boy Ray.
What the hell happened to your face?
Nothing.
Jesus Christ.
I ask you for one freaking day.
Dad...
...is Tommy Wheeler really a pervert?
Sorry about the smell.
There's a lot of men in here.
It doesn't bother me.
You look really nice.
Thanks.
How do you think I look?
You look good.
Thanks.
It's delicious.
Thanks.
Where did you learn how to cook like this?
All right, Pie, that's enough.
What?
- I'm just cleaning up. - Just get in here.
For chrissake, get a chair.
I hope you don't mind.
Potato Pie, this is Frances.
Frances...
...I didn't make the food.
Pie did.
Nice to meet you.
Terry really likes you.
Potato Pie?
How did you get a name like that?
See, when I was a kid, I really liked pie.
I mean, who doesn't?
But I liked the hell out of pie.
Apple, peach, blueberry, pecan.
But especially sweet potato.
Well, cheers.
It's delicious.
Well, I'm glad you like it.
Let's go in for a nightcap, fellas.
This place looks hot.
Mick, that's a...
Shit, I ain't going in there.
You go, Pop.
Killjoys, both of you.
- I'm going in. - No, I'm good.
- I'm going. - Okay.
- Okay. - Bye-bye.
- Night. - Night.
Are you hungry?
Yeah. I could eat.
- Yeah? - Ray, listen.
- They pick him up? - I don't know what the hell happened.
It's been shut down.
- What? - The case...
...the chief shut it down.
What are you talking about?
How's that even possible?
Somebody got to somebody.
It's out of my hands. I'm sorry.
Avi, something's up. I don't know how the hell it happened...
...but the chief of police in Boston shut down Mickey's case.
- Should I still bring him back? - No.
Get out of there.
Just get out.