Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Housewarming - full transcript

What happened?
I fucking hit someone.
I dragged his body to the car and put him in the trunk.
You took me off a real homicide for a fucking log?
What the fuck are you doing?
Fuck me, Ray.
Abby's here. At the office.
Get over to my apartment right away.
I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.
- Is there anyone I need to worry about? - No.
Mom, come on, let's go.
This place is great. A good investment.
- You think? - Sure.
Mickey's met with him a couple of times.
- Avi, something's up. - What are we gonna do?
Your father's been here.
- What did you say to him? - I don't remember.
You don't have a fucking choice. You have to remember.
I can't.
I have a brain tumour.
Who the fuck are you, Ray?
- Ray? - Motherfucker.
Hey.
- What the fuck, Ray? - How's the water, Frank?
- It's fucking cold. - What the fuck am I paying you for?
Open an investigation on me without saying anything?
I don't know what you're talking about.
I told you last time, didn't I? We haven't had shit on you in years.
Who the fuck is this?
- It's Van Miller. - He one of yours?
Yeah, he's one of ours.
Goddamn it, Ray.
- Why's he talking to my father? - Thought your father was in prison.
He got out. You know anything about that?
No.
- Goddamn it, Ray. - No?
Well, you better fucking find out or I'll tell your wife about that kid...
...you support in Riverside. - Jesus, Ray, I'm with the fucking FBI.
Fuck.
Give me your fucking hand.
Damn it, Ray.
What do you know about Miller?
He works alone.
He gets shit done.
He's good.
If you think he's after you, he probably is.
Shut it down.
It doesn't work that way.
Ray.
Enough.
I'm almost done.
If that's that boy, Bridg, all I'm gonna say is...
Don't. The look on your face says it all.
Uncle Bunchy's having a party. Can we go?
You're grounded. Since when does he get his phone if he's grounded?
- It's for emergencies. - Can I go?
It's a housewarming.
Bunchy bought a house?
- For who? - For him and Mick.
- He didn't tell me. - What, he didn't ask your permission?
- Can I? - No.
Nobody goes to that house. If Mickey calls either of you again...
...I wanna know about it.
Jesus.
All right. Let's go.
Did you put on deodorant?
Where you been?
Nowhere.
Really?
Why are your pants wet?
- The marina. - The marina?
Yeah.
Are you buying a boat?
- You mad at me? - I'm not mad at you.
I just don't get you anymore.
The handcuffs, the dead priest.
Is that the guy that abused Bunchy?
You know I can't talk about business.
How is that business, Ray?
See, this is what I'm talking about.
This is it, just behind the frontal sinus.
But the incision is going to be right...
...there.
Just a little nick in the shape of an eyelash...
...just enough for the laser to get in, zap the tumour.
And that's it?
Well, we won't know until we start hitting it with radiation.
What we need to avoid is the optic nerve.
That is a biggie.
All right, so I'll see you in a couple hours.
- What's he gonna do? - It's gonna be okay.
He's going to shrink the tumour.
No. What are they doing? Are they shaving my head?
I pride myself on my hair. You know that.
I know that. Just a little bit, sweetheart.
Where's Ray?
- I wanna talk to Ray. - Okay.
Tip it, yeah.
Shit, don't scrape nothing.
It's coming together, see?
Yeah.
Your little SNAP group really come through. Three couches.
Gotta give those Snappers credit.
- I don't know. - Hey.
You just bought a house, where's your gusto, huh?
And why not get some new furniture? New furniture, little accessories.
Ray's gonna be so fucking pissed I bought this place.
I'm not supposed to be spending so much money.
- Bullshit. - Maybe you are a bad influence.
All right, then.
But the decor really could use a woman's touch.
What, hookers?
Knock it off.
Who you calling?
- Hello? - It's your father-in-law.
- Hi, Mick. - Abby, look...
...I want to respect Ray's boundary issues. I do.
Look...
...I got a little bit of a situation right now.
I'm out of my depth here. Bunchy is freaking out.
He's very fragile.
What's wrong?
Well, it's the house. Probably could've done better for the money.
And all he's got here...
...is a bunch of, frankly, pretty disgusting furniture.
All right, listen.
Let me see if I can stop by after lunch, okay?
Abby, thank you.
From the bottom of my heart.
All right. Bye.
Is that a new suit?
I just haven't seen you wear it before, is all.
- It's nice. - I'd like the turkey chilli...
...a bread bowl and a Polish sausage, sliced lengthwise down the middle.
- And you, sir? - May I have a cup of coffee, please?
Could you hand me some napkins, please?
Thank you very much.
Gotta be a backdoor man, baby.
At least while we're getting to know each other.
- NBA star has gotta be careful, huh? - Yeah.
Yeah.
Deonte Brown just checked in with a club girl.
- Goddamn it. - That's not all.
It's the limo driver.
Every time he pulls up, some girl hits the NBA lottery nine months later.
- Hello? - Deonte, stop.
- Stop what? - Stop fucking that girl.
I'm not fucking her, dog.
- No. Deonte? - Oh, shit.
- What you doing, girl? - Deonte, I mean it.
Wait. Wait, hold on...
- No... No. Hey! - Shit.
- Oh, shit. - Deonte!
Hey! You stupid fuck.
That was the truth.
What's your name again?
Baby, I'm just gonna get this out of here.
It is your will.
Okay.
Ezra's asking for you.
He's very agitated.
I'll be there as soon as I can, Deb, I promise.
Van.
You all right, buddy?
I...
Wait, no, no, no. Sorry. Just...
Open the trunk.
Open it.
Deonte Brown?
Off-limits, understand?
Understand?
Do you have any idea how fast you were going, sir?
One hundred?
No.
- Two hundred? - Sir, you were going 3 miles an hour.
Three miles, wow.
Licence, registration, proof of insurance.
- What are you doing, sir? - I've...
- "Special Agent Miller"? - No.
- No, I... - Step out of the car, please.
You seem a little under the weather.
I am having a terrible day.
I'm gonna cite you for reckless driving.
Oh, God.
Sir, have you been drinking?
I had a small amount of orange juice at my home...
...and one cup of coffee with two Equals and some cream.
I'm gonna have to perform a few tests, sir.
You have an incredible voice.
A truly remarkable voice.
Fine. I'd like you to raise your right arm...
- Okay. ...and touch your finger to your nose.
Abby, thank you for coming.
We're lost at sea.
I wish we could see more of you.
- Here. - You know how things are.
It's charming.
That's a nice piece.
Yeah.
Home, sweet home.
- Hello? - Yeah. He's home.
Good. Thanks.
Dog. What's up, bro? What you doing here?
You, get the fuck out of here, now.
Ass and mouth, dog. I protected myself.
Yeah? Where'd this come from?
- Can I get my ph...? - Oh, look at that.
How many kids do you have, Deonte?
Deonte Jr., Deonte II.
- This was Deonte III. - What you doing?
Calling your wife back so she can jog your memory.
Whoa, no, no, don't do that.
That would be a bad idea.
- Where the fuck have you been? - She sounds pissed.
- Hello? Hello? - I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry.
Deonte?
- Deonte? - How much did you make last year?
- I'm talking to you. - Thirty million?
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - Deonte, this is bullshit. Where are you?
I know. I know. Never again, Ray.
Keep this up, you'll lose your sponsors.
You'll end up teaching pick and roll to fifth graders.
- All right? - All right.
You better say something. I'm not playing with you this time.
Hello?
Hello.
Deonte.
Babe, hey.
Any available nurse to Room 218.
Ray will be here any minute, sweetheart.
Hello, my friend.
My friend.
Okay. Okay.
Hey, what did I tell you?
Thanks for your help, guys.
Hey, you guys gonna come?
You can meet Terry's new girlfriend.
No, I don't think she can make it.
Yeah, I wish we could.
It's movie night.
- Hey. - What?
- She drove all the way here. Come on. - Yeah.
It's really lovely, Abby.
Thank you.
Yeah, I like what you did with the chairs and the flowers.
- It's getting there. - It's good for tonight.
It's just, I might not be keeping the place.
Bunchy, you don't just return a house.
Hey, I got a bunch of stuff in the car. Couple of brown boxes.
You and Terry grab them, take them upstairs?
- Movie night, huh? - Give me a fucking break, Mick.
- Ray finds out I'm here... - Hey, look.
You're having a bad day, aren't you, pal?
What's with the toys, Van?
You got, like, a Hollywood fetish going on or something?
You want one of these guys to fuck you...
...or beat you up?
Maybe.
Okay.
I got something to show you.
You have an incredible voice.
A truly remarkable voice.
Really struggled with that sobriety test.
That's fine. Now, I'd like you to raise...
I know they're hard, but that's...
Well, you were there.
All right, put your arm...
So tell me, Van.
Why are you talking to Mickey Donovan?
I'm not talking to him.
Now you're just fucking lying to me.
Look at me.
What are you after?
You think you're the first person that tried to shut us down, you dumb fuck?
Your pal Frank tried to do it eight years ago.
You see that?
That is gonna test positive for LSD for the next six years.
Shit really stays in your system.
Who else knows about this?
- No one else. - No?
I work alone. I work alone. You ask Frank. Ask Frank.
Look at me, Van. Don't look there. Look here, right here. Look at me.
There is no case.
- Okay. Okay. - Okay, all right.
- Hold my hands. Hold my hands, Van. - I told you everything.
I told you everything. I told you...
You're good.
Here you go.
Call me when you come down.
Looks great, Abs. Thanks.
- New sheets? - And pillowcases.
And a new set of towels for your bathroom.
Very plush.
He mad I bought the house?
No, of course not.
He wants to come, Bunchy.
We all do.
Fucking Conor wouldn't shut up about it.
Really?
He's been texting me all day, like, "Please, please, please."
It's not movie night.
It's Mickey.
And I get punished.
I know, it's not fair.
He thinks it's Mickey's fault that I got molested.
You know he tried it on Terry?
The priest?
Terry broke his fucking hand.
And Ray would have done it too if he tried anything.
Bunchy.
I was a fighter.
Why didn't I try to stop him?
I thought I wanted it to happen.
Because that's what monsters do.
Yeah. I'm sorry.
Sorry, I don't know what got into me.
I'm gonna put this in here.
- Extra. - Yeah.
- Don't tickle me. - You're ticklish?
I like that.
He's not supposed to be here.
Oh, hey, what up, Money?
Money Man, C-Money, what's going on?
- We're studying. - You're not even in the same grade.
- Dad's gonna kick your ass. - If he comes home.
If it weren't for you pushing it, we would be able to go to Bunchy's party.
You're the one who brought it up. You kidding?
You're the one who got me drunk and made me puke.
No, I didn't.
There's a party. And your folks ain't home.
What's the problem?
I found him.
What do you think, Raymond?
That one's supposed to be smarter, but I don't know.
Something about this one's face reminds me of Ruth.
I've told your dad they're not for sale.
Sorry about that.
It's okay.
Come on. Come on, guys.
How did you find me?
- Come on, Ezra, let's get in the car. - No, sit with me.
Aren't you cold?
There was a pet store here.
I guess they closed it.
You're about to go in for brain surgery and you wanna get a dog?
Do you think I want a dog?
I don't even like dogs.
I'm leaving Ruth a foundation...
...an entire hospital with her name on it...
...but I haven't given Debra a moment's thought.
Okay.
Let's go get a dog.
I know where you're taking me.
And I'm scared, Raymond.
It's gonna be okay, Ezra.
I promise.
Got the speaker wire.
Ended up having to go to RadioShack.
Holy shit.
Looks pretty good, right?
"Pretty good"?
Bunchy, come on.
Hope you get her a gift.
Too bad no one's coming.
Shit.
We're gonna need ice.
Where's one for me?
How many days you been off the sauce?
- Three. - You wanna fuck that up?
I'm old enough to buy my own house...
...I'm old enough to know when I want a drink.
Suit yourself.
Bottoms up.
Hey, Pop, looking good.
Hey, Bunchy. You remember Cinderella?
How could I ever forget?
- Real nice house, Bunchy. - Yeah.
Hey, Ter.
I thought you couldn't make it.
I got off early.
What's wrong?
I'm just happy you're here.
Well, good. Don't forget it.
I want to drink and I want to dance.
Mr. Goldman, can you please remove your glasses?
That tickles.
Excuse me.
Miss.
I'm sorry.
Sir, you promised if I let you stay in the room you would be quiet.
I know, it's just, shouldn't they be giving him something?
No, he has to be able to talk during the procedure.
Don't worry, Raymond.
I won't tell them anything.
Party?
Holy shit.
- My beauties are here. - Hey, Grandpa.
Hey, princess. Where did you get the little chauffeur?
What? This is my car.
Well, you're still black, aren't you?
Hey. Dad doesn't know we're here.
Nobody does.
Oh, you're a fucking maniac, know that? Then again, your father never listened...
...to one word out of my mouth when he was your age.
- Come on. You made it. - Hey.
Look who it is.
Your mom said you weren't gonna make it, but I knew that you were coming.
So this is all yours?
Hey, hey, you wanna hear a funny joke?
- Sure. - Okay.
- It's about wrestling moves. - Bunchy, Bunchy.
First off, you gotta know that this is the half nelson, right?
And this is the full...
No, wait. Start over. Start over, okay.
Wait, this is the half nelson and...
Fuck, there's three moves, right? What is it? What's the punch line?
Maybe it's better he forgot.
Hey, what about this?
Settle down.
Settle down. Settle down, now. Come here.
Hey.
Come on.
Take it easy.
- We're just having some fun. - Take it easy.
I love you.
All right, mister, you come with me.
This house smells funny.
Yeah, I wonder what that is.
- Bridg, dance with your boy. - I can't.
- I can't, Marvin. - Oh, my gosh.
He wants to dance, I don't wanna dance.
So come to the old persons' part of the party.
Actually, I wanna dance and he won't dance.
This is the half nelson and this is the full nelson.
And this is the father nelson. That's right.
- What was his brother's name again? - Bunchy.
Yeah, Bunchy. I love that name.
Well, are you ready?
- Let's do this. - Okay.
Now, you must be thirsty.
- Yeah, I am. - Yeah.
Here.
Really?
You're a Donovan.
Take it easy.
There you go.
Think it would fit in any of them?
Maybe if I just put in the first 3 inches.
I'm just teasing.
Here.
Ray Donovan.
Van Miller.
I've been thinking about our conversation.
Yeah?
Go fuck yourself.
Ray?
How are you holding up?
Oh, God, Ray, Dr. Lo said it would be over by now.
He said at least an hour.
- I got a bad feeling. - It's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay.
I hope so.
You know what I did when I bought my first house?
I christened it.
Where was Mom?
It was with your mom, you dumb fuck.
Come on.
Go on.
Go on up. Go on up.
Come on.
Make it official.
Have fun.
Oh, slow.
God bless you, Brendan.
No, no. No.
What the fuck?
I can't. I'm sorry.
You're a sorry-ass motherfucker is what you are.
No, you don't under...
All right.
Is that your girlfriend?
Yeah.
She is.
Are you gonna marry her?
Take it easy.
What about him?
Is that your boyfriend?
I think so.
Yeah. I can tell he's smart.
Oh, my God. Honestly, I think he's the smartest person I've ever met.
Mom called him "ghetto."
- So offensive. - What do you think your dad was...
...when she met him?
- Really? - Yeah.
He wasn't the suave individual he is today.
Yeah, one, two, three. You gotta go one, two, three.
No, I can't do that.
Then come back. Come up with your heel...
Hey, Bunchy.
How did you do it, Bunch?
How did it go, Bunch?
Hey, kiddo, you all right?
- What did you do? - No. Let it burn.
- What did you do? - Smell something?
Oh, shit, there's a fire.
Yeah, it's upstairs. Come on. Let's go.
- Let's go. - What? We gotta get out of here.
Just get out, all of you.
Get out of fucking my shit-hole.
Hey, Terry, what's up?
Bunchy got real upset about something.
- And there's been a small fire. - What do you want me to do about it?
It's under control now, but...
Ray, look, Conor and Bridget are here.
How are you feeling? Better?
Get in the car.
- Get in the car, Conor, now. - Ray.
- Now! - Everybody's all right.
He didn't do nothing.
Hey, Ray-Ray, take it easy. If you're angry at me, fine. He's just a little boy.
Where is your sister?
I don't know.
Look, I'm sorry I didn't go to more of your football games.
Whoa, whoa, Ray, Ray, Ray, it wasn't his fault. It just got out of hand.
Come on, Ray, put that down. There's witnesses here, your children.
You might have had the balls to put me away, kid.
But shoot me?
I don't think so.
Grandpa.
Get in the car, honey. You too, Conor.
Put the fucking gun down.
Daddy, please stop it.
Daddy.
Come on.
Now.
Get in the fucking car!
- Raymond! - Dad.
I'll take them.
Frances has got a car.
We'll get them home. They'll be fine.
But you gotta calm down.
And you gotta get out of here.
Hello, Raymond.
How are you feeling?
Happy to be alive, darling.
What's on your mind, Raymond?
I don't know.
I don't know anymore.
Raymond.
My father.
He's been causing us trouble since he arrived.
You'll handle it.
No, I won't.
It's over, Ezra.
He's working with the FBI.
I see.
Well...
We're gonna have to kill him.
It's not that simple.
He's still my father.
So who hates him more than we do?
There he goes again.
He does it a second time.