Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - New Birthday - full transcript

- Is that your boyfriend? - I think so.
Hey, hey, Mr. Donovan.
Hey, you buy me yet?
Remember that kid we bought?
His mother must've shot off her mouth.
You promised me this wouldn't come back.
You promised me.
Sean shot the girl with your gun...
...high on your drugs.
Ray said you were in trouble anyway. You'd stolen money from Sully.
Sean Walker really killed that girl, huh?
Mickey's met with him a couple of times since Palm Springs.
You seem under the weather.
- Hey, Ray. - Motherfucker.
If you think he's after you, he probably is.
You think you're the first person that tried to shut us down?
I told you everything. I told you...
Who the fuck are you, Ray?
Is he a good husband?
How do you mean?
Men are naturally really secretive animals.
You never told me how Bridget died.
She was high on drugs.
She jumped off a roof.
Daddy, please stop it!
You might've had the balls to put me away, kid, but shoot me?
I don't think so.
Ray, you up here?
Where you going now?
Boston.
Boston?
Why the fuck are you going to Boston?
You pull a gun on your father in front of your children...
...then pack your shit and leave? - It's business.
You won't let me take the kids to see my parents...
...and now all of a sudden you're going back?
Is this about Colleen?
For Christ's sakes, Abs, she's been dead for 20 years.
Then why are you going back?
I gotta see someone.
But you won't tell me who?
What the hell is a Steampunk Wizard of Oz?
The Wizard of Oz in the world of Victorian England...
...where everything's steam-powered and industrialised.
Sounds stupid. Why are you all of a sudden into doing musicals?
I thought you hated that shit.
Morning.
So, what are you guys doing today?
Well, Bridget's auditioning for this dumb play and I've got soccer.
Yeah?
Sounds like a good day.
You fucking knew? You knew my moms was killed and you ain't tell me?
Calm down. Let's go outside.
She was murdered in our own house.
- Ray. - Out. Right now.
Fuck you, man. You knew.
- Daddy! - No, Ray...
Stay there, Bridget.
Bridget, just wait.
- Hold on. - Fuck off me.
- Mom, stop. - No.
- What the fuck is this? - Bring a gun in my house?
- You should've told me. - Shut up and keep walking.
You're fucking crazy, man.
Now, what were you thinking?
Yo, I'm sorry about that, man.
He got a text from his little cousin about his mom.
I mean, dead bodies in the house for days.
That was just nasty.
Yo, you do that?
Are you out of your fucking mind?
Hey, look, my bad.
I'm just wondering.
You keep that kid away from my daughter, you hear me?
All right.
- Where you going? - To talk to Marvin.
- No. - You can't just order me to not...
You stay away from him, you understand me?
You wanna explain what that kid was talking about?
- It's nothing. - He said his mother was murdered...
...said you knew something. - It's got nothing to do with us.
Really?
You're scaring me, Ray.
The way you've been.
- You're fucking scaring me. - Come on, Abs.
See you in a few days.
Hey.
- You wanted to see me? - Yes.
Have a seat.
You did some work on Ezra Goldman and Lee Drexler...
...a couple of years ago.
Yeah. I couldn't get it to stick.
They're crafty guys.
Wiretapping, extortion, jury tampering.
Criminal justice terrorists.
I wanna bring some new evidence to Brady.
See if I can get funded.
Okay.
- What do you got? - Murder.
Involving Sean Walker.
Sean-fucking-Walker?
Are you serious?
I have evidence that he shot a girl in Boston 20 years ago...
...and Ezra Goldman and Ray Donovan covered it up.
I'm in.
The feds have been looking for him for 20 years, Ray.
Do you think you can just fly to Boston and find him?
Why don't you let me take care of Mick?
Because I need you on the outside, not in prison.
You know, rumour is he's in Belfast.
Sully didn't go to fucking Ireland.
He's a ghost, Ray.
You're chasing a fucking ghost.
Story of my life.
And even if you do find him, what?
Thanks for the ride.
Be careful out there.
The white zone is for the immediate loading...
...and unloading of passengers only.
Amen, motherfucker.
"Amen, motherfucker."
I fucking love that line.
What'd you find out?
You're right about Van.
What's he got?
Says he found a witness to testify to a cover-up of a murder.
Says he could take down you, Ezra and Sean Walker.
What do you want me to do about it?
Try to sit on him till I get back to town.
There. "Mickey Donovan."
That's my name.
Right there. "Consultant."
Black Mass.
This minor masterpiece of the '90s action oeuvre...
...laid the groundwork for such films as Tarantino's Reservoir Dogs...
...Fincher's Se7en.
It was also the film, as we know, that introduced the world...
...to the great talent of our guest of honour this evening...
...Sean Walker.
Hey, Sean!
Sean!
- Hey, Sean! - Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
I'll be right back.
- Be right back! - He'll be right back.
- Yeah. - Ray, your father's stalking me.
What?
He's at my screening, screaming my name from the third row.
You got a bodyguard there?
- What's that gonna do? - Just don't get near him.
You keep saying you're gonna handle this and nothing fucking happens.
- I am handling... - You know how many times...
...you've said that? - He's harmless.
- He likes movies. What can I tell you? - You know what? You're fired.
- Don't. - I'm one of the most important people...
...on the planet. I can deal with this on my own.
Don't get any stupid ideas, Sean.
You're not a character in one of your movies.
Asshole.
Are you ready, Sean?
Sorry about that. They had to get the mic on.
What do you say?
All right.
All right, let's start with questions.
Yes. You in the glasses, yes.
Thanks.
Hi. Hi.
My name is Sam. I'm a very huge fan.
- I love your work. - And I'm... Yeah, yeah.
I'm a great fan too. I'm a big fan.
And I got an idea for a movie you should do.
It's about an unknown actor who comes to Boston to act in a film.
He ends up shooting a young woman in the head.
And then he frames a working Joe from an honest family for the murder.
Sounds interesting.
Yeah, I ain't done yet.
You see, this honest family man, he goes to jail for 20 years.
And the young actor, he becomes the biggest movie star in the world.
What do you think?
It sounds a bit...
You wanna buy it?
- I actually don't buy pitches... - Buy it!
- Yeah, buy it. - Buy it! Buy it!
Buy it! Buy it!
Okay. Okay.
You're very convincing.
All right. I'm gonna give you my number.
- Here. - All right. Sam.
Yes, Black Mass. Christian undertones, religious, all that good stuff.
Did you study with the Catholic Church? Do anything with the priesthood?
Hi.
What you want?
About your mom.
I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am.
It's a terrible thing.
Were you close?
She was my mom.
Look, if you ever need to talk...
I know you don't know me so well...
...but if you need to talk...
...I'm here.
She was a drug addict.
Couldn't raise me herself, so she sold me.
Knowing her she probably bragged about all the cash she got.
Someone killed her for it.
What does my husband have to do with that?
Ask him yourself.
Sit down, Eddie.
I don't know what happened.
I picked Mickey up out of that lineup, just like I told you.
There's some money you're after, it's gone. Give it to my mother.
Surgery.
Macular degeneration.
Relax.
I'm here to see Sully.
Sully?
Sully died 10 years ago, in Belfast.
Just tell him I'm here.
Hey, Ray.
Remember me?
No.
Yo. You wanna make some music?
You wanna order some sushi?
I'll tell you what. Hit that.
That's gonna make you feel better.
You know what? We gonna throw you a party tomorrow.
- Why? - Celebrate your birthday.
It ain't my birthday tomorrow.
It's your new birthday, son. You got a whole new life ahead of you.
So cheer up...
...we partying tomorrow.
Halfway through the 10th round now, both beginning to show signs of...
Yo, this kid can fucking fight.
He's just a puncher.
What? He's a beast.
He ain't no real boxer, that's for sure.
But you don't know the difference.
- I know the difference. - You think because you lifted weights...
...played football in school, you some type of tough guy.
- Yeah, I'm learning. - Who is this?
I'm sending a car for you tomorrow at 11:00.
Who is this?
Sean Walker.
Make it 11:30.
I'm drinking tonight.
Okay, that should work.
Christ!
I'm sleeping over here.
Oh, you're sleeping.
You got a perfectly fine house.
Why ain't you sleeping over there?
I don't like it no more.
You don't like it no more.
That's all right, it's just a house. Here.
Stop it, Pa. Pa, stop.
Come on, get up. Get up.
Join the land of the living.
Get up. Up you go.
Let's go.
Boxers ain't fucking tough guys.
They fucking students of the sport.
You don't like me, huh?
Was I hiding that fact from you?
Hey, Terry.
Where's that lady you been hanging out with? I haven't seen her.
She's busy.
He's a puncher.
I'm serious!
Hey, sweetheart.
You okay?
What was Marvin talking about, Daddy? Did you buy him?
It's not like that.
But you knew his mother was dead.
- Yeah. - Why wouldn't you tell him?
Listen, sweetheart...
...I was trying to help.
Get him out of the house full of drug addicts.
So you gave money to his mother to give him to Re-Kon?
People who live like that die like that, Bridg.
I did my best to help his mother too.
It just didn't work out.
- But... - I did my best, Bridg.
Do you wanna talk to Mom?
No. I'll talk to her tomorrow.
How was school?
It was fine.
Good night, Daddy.
Yeah?
Flanagan's.
- When? - Now.
He's back there.
Hey, Ray.
My fucking nose!
You remember me now?
No.
That it?
You done?
Get the fuck out of town.
God.
Son of a bitch.
Tell Sully I wanna see him.
You're a fucking lunatic, Ray.
I told you he ain't in Boston.
I thought you said he was dead.
- I know what you're thinking. - What?
You can only recognise me if you squint.
What are you talking about?
I'm in a fat suit, huh?
Old Gary, in a fat suit.
Shut the fuck up, Gary. Come here.
- Good to see you. - How you doing?
- You all right? - Yeah.
- Come on in. - Thanks.
- You want a drink? - Sure.
- Ice? - No.
I was surprised to get your call, Ray.
Didn't think you came back to Boston anymore.
I don't.
What's the occasion?
I just got a little business.
- What's your line of work now, Ray? - I consult.
You got a wife and kids now, huh?
Four fucking teenage boys.
Holy shit.
- What's your wife's name again? - Gloria. You don't know her.
- Where'd you meet her? - She was a secretary down at the yard.
She know about Bridget?
Fuck. Ray...
Let me ask you something, Gar.
Bridget ever talk to you about my father?
- What do you mean? - I don't know.
What kind of dad he was?
I don't fucking remember.
So why do you think she did it?
Come on, Ray.
It was 25 years ago.
No idea, huh?
Look, we were fucking high all the time.
That's why you wanted to talk?
Fuck, Ray.
I can't look back at it no more.
The Pats, the Red Sox... You wanna shoot the shit...
...about hockey or something?
But Bridget?
That shit ain't got no answer.
You think?
I know.
I'm so fucking tired, Gary.
Okay.
- You don't have to do that, Ray. - For your kids.
My boy's never been to Fenway.
Take yours.
Thanks.
Be safe, all right?
See you, Gar.
Take it easy, Ray.
Fucking Boston.
Happy birthday
Wake up
It's your birthday, little homey
It's time to show the world That you the one and only
Marvin
Happy birthday, Marvin
Happy birthday
Thanks, Re-Kon.
No problem, homey.
Make a wish.
Thanks, Re-Kon.
Anytime, little homey.
- Hi, Mrs. Sullivan. How are you? - Good, honey.
- Come on. - All right, grab my arm. One, two, three.
Okay, let's go.
Watch your head.
Watch your head there, sweetheart.
There you go.
You ain't supposed to be here.
I know.
Your dad thinks I'm gonna be a bad influence on you.
My dad's the bad influence.
Well, you're suddenly in a good mood.
It's my birthday.
- I thought you were a Virgo. - Used to be.
Now I got a new life...
...and a new birthday.
Come on, shawty. We're laying down some tracks.
Okay, sure.
You're a beautiful boy.
There.
What the fuck are you doing?
How are you, Mrs. Sullivan?
How's Sully keeping these days?
Tiny, who's this?
I'm Ray Donovan, ma'am.
Mickey's boy.
Mickey? That prick.
Sleeps with a nigger while his beautiful wife was dying.
That's him.
- Tell Sully I wanna see him, all right? - Go fuck yourself.
Charming as ever, Mrs. Sullivan.
Come on...
You tell Sully I got something for him.
You tell him I'm not leaving until he talks to me, all right?
Take care, Mrs. Sullivan.
Let's...
Let's look at some options.
All right.
Oh, my God.
They're so beautiful.
Price range gonna work?
Oh, I don't know.
Maybe Ray has more than he lets on?
You think moving is gonna change anything?
Maybe if we move into town, he'll get rid of that weird apartment.
God, that fucking place.
I decorated it.
I'm sorry.
I found a handcuff.
A handcuff?
Do you think they torture people there?
You mean people other than us?
I'm so lonely in Calabasas.
Oh, sweetheart...
...I've been lonely 20 years. Everyone's lonely.
In Ray's apartment...
...that huge photo of Marilyn Monroe...
...why is that art?
It's about celebrity...
...and deconstructing the myth of fame.
Oh, God.
I'm so full of shit.
I need another drink.
Me too. Waiter?
So Ray went to Boston yesterday.
So?
He hates it there.
He won't even let me go back.
I mean, our kids have never been.
- So why do you think he went? - Something to do with his father.
You know, I met him the other day. He came to the house.
- Charming. - Ray hates him.
You know he killed Ray's girlfriend?
I heard that.
Ray started fucking her after my parents made me break up with him.
They were mortified that I was with a Donovan.
Wouldn't let me out of the house. So Ray took up with Colleen.
And Mickey killed her?
That's why Ray hates him.
Sometimes I think Ray's still obsessed with that dead girl.
Oh, please.
Guess what Ezra named the dog.
What?
- Ruth. - No.
I swear to God.
It's not even a girl dog.
I know. And for such a little thing, it's got a huge dick.
Ruth.
Ruth's got a big dick.
That's a good boy.
Look at you.
- Raymond. - Sully.
Heard you got your own family now.
Son, daughter.
Thanks to your prick father...
...I don't got no family left.
He ratted them all out.
- Yeah. That's what he does. - They all went to prison.
My son Jamie got stabbed.
My brother Robbie got that fucking AIDS.
Yeah, I was sorry to hear about that.
Well, enough sad stories.
Come on. Sit down.
What are you doing here?
I came to see you.
Clearly. You ran through the fucking gauntlet.
Yeah.
Visited with my mother.
Oh, she's a treasure, Sully.
Don't be a fucking wiseass.
What are you doing here, Ray?
I want you to kill my father.
Fucking Jesus.
I thought my family was fucking screwed up.
You been to a post office lately, Ray?
I'm the FBI's most wanted.
- Still number one. - I know.
You're gonna bring your father to me, let me finish the job?
No. I was thinking I'd bring you out to Los Angeles.
You ever been?
- Been anywhere the last 20 years? - What do you think?
Haven't been to the dentist in 20 fucking years.
I think you'll like it.
Come over...
...get a little sun, do a little job...
...and after that you can pick your next stop.
Keep talking.
I can set you up wherever you wanna go.
Dubai, Maldives, Vietnam. None of those places extradite.
I ain't going to Dubai to sit around with towelheads.
Okay, fuck Dubai.
No. Because where I wanna fucking go is not gonna be cheap.
All right.
Why don't you do it yourself?
I would if I could.
Why me, Raymond?
I guess because I want the last person he sees to hate him as much as I do.
Will you come out here and walk the dog?
I can't get him to make.
He'll only make with you.
I'll be in touch.
Pay your respects...
...to that dead girl.
She was your fucking girlfriend.
Yeah.
Too fucking bad about Rock Hudson.
What?
Made some good movies. Pillow Talk, fucking great.
But that Doris Day did not do it for me.
Should've been Lena Horne in Doris Day's part.
Or Eartha Kitt.
Who?
- You don't know who Eartha Kitt is? - No.
Hey, Sean, how you doing? Let's have lunch!
That guy is such a fucking cocksucker.
Now, Mickey, listen.
You gotta understand something.
If I buy this story, I own it.
It's an exclusive deal.
You cannot share this with anyone.
- I got it. - But I think you got...
...more than one movie in you. - You better believe it.
Ladies, please, step back.
Curtis, it's all right. They're just little girls. It's...
Just over here, girls.
Right here.
- What is it? - I've got a job for you.
What now?
- I need you to come in. - Sure, sure. I'm on my way.
Be there soon.
Okay. Okay.
Bye-bye.
So thinking this deal, we should make it an overall deal.
What do you think?
Sounds good.
Sounds real good.
Take it over, Bridg.
That's cool.
You know, Ray actually likes nice things, nice clothes.
Where we're from, men aren't supposed to dress like that.
I think it's sexy.
- Excuse me. - Fucking Ray.
I hate him all day, and when I'm drunk, all I do is think about him.
- Here you are. - Thank you.
That's $5000.
Doesn't Ray buy you things?
Yeah.
But it's never the right thing.
Oh, just buy them. They look great on you.
No.
Come on.
I used to do this all the time when I was a kid.
Abby...
What the fuck?
Ma'am?
Go! Go! Go!
- Shit! - What are you doing?
- Hurry up! - Are you out of your mind?
- Ladies, get back here! - Hurry.
- Shit. Fuck. - Hey!
Come on.
- Get the fuck up. - My Manolos.
- They're Manolos. - Give me your fucking hand.
- I can't. - Come on.
- I can't. - You gotta get up!
Wait a minute. I think I'm gonna pee my pants.
Oh, my God.
I'm peeing.
Hey, Van.
Listen, before we take this upstairs, I think we should go over your files.
Let me take home what you got so I can get familiar?
- I'd rather keep them in my safe. - All right, at least give me the tapes.
I'd rather not.
Van, if you can't trust me with your evidence, how can I help you?
- Who are you working for, Frank? - What?
Who are you working for, Frank?
The FBI, Van.
Does Donovan have something on you?
You know, that sounds a little paranoid.
- I'm not paranoid. - Really?
Saw you downstairs the other day.
You were acting really strange.
I'm on antihistamines.
All right, you don't want my help, you go it alone.
Just trying to lend a hand.
I have allergies!
Damn, you sing good as shit.
For a white girl.
- Really? - Hell, yeah.
White girl?
Shit.
You're so incredible.
So talented.
I love you.
Sit down, Bridg.
Come on.
Hey.
Where you been, Mickey?
I had a little business thing.
- What business? - My business.
Fun and games are over. I'm wiring you up, you're gonna get in there...
...and get a confession out of Sean Walker.
How am I gonna get close to a guy like that?
I have faith in you.
Gonna need a lot more money.
I'm tired of these conversations. You owe more than what you've given.
Money isn't a part of this anymore.
Now, you're gonna get that confession, or you're going back to Walpole.
Go to jab. Go to jab.
- Go. - Move back.
Clear the gym.
Clear the gym!
We're closing early.
- We're closing early. Hey, Ter. - I'm working, Mick.
Hey, get dressed.
Take the jock clothes off. You too. You too.
We're all going out to celebrate.
What are we celebrating?
I'm back in the movie business.
I'm back. I'm back.
Off the tracks. They can't stop me now.
Here he comes!
Hello?
Did you talk to my father?
I don't have to answer to you, Ray.
- Did you talk to him? - No, Ray.
I didn't.
- Ray, you there? - You're fucking lying to me, Sean.
- Ray, listen. - Have it your way.
You're digging your own grave.
- Yeah. - Van Miller's off the reservation.
There's nothing I can do about him now.
Please, Ray, cut me some slack. I swear, I did everything I could.
All right.
Wait in your office. I'm sending something over now.
I'm sorry, Marvin.
I'm not ready.
My moms got murdered because of the money your dad gave her to buy me.
- Come on. Come on. - Marvin. Marvin. I...
- I can't. - Pipe me, bitch.
- Marvin... - Pipe me!
Marvin, I'm sorry, I...
- Come on! - Marvin!
- Just do it! - You asshole!
I gotta make decisions sometimes too.
Okay.
It's not just you doing what you want all the time.
You hear me?
Ray?
Let me see those shoes again.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Including the fine, those are gonna cost me about $6000.
Good.
Better be worth it.
You still drunk?
I don't know.
Maybe.
Good.
Now, touch your nose.
That's... That's right. All right, put your arm down. That's good.
Now, I need... Arms both...
Arms down. Raise your right leg.
Straight...
Sir, turn and face me.
I've been so bad tonight.
Oh, yeah? You think so?
I know so.
And I'm not sorry about it either.
You're not, huh?
No.
Neither am I.
What is it?
- Broken rib, I think. - Ray...
Don't worry about it.
- Let me put something on it. - Okay.
How's it going, kiddo?
Good.
Where's your sister?
She's upstairs. Something's wrong with her.
What do you mean?
She came home from Marvin's house all screwed up. Something happened.
- What happened? - It was nothing.
- What did he do to you? - He attacked her, Ray.
It was my fault. He didn't mean it.
- What did he do? - He just got carried away.
Don't hurt him.
It's your fault. You lied to him.
You're a liar, and you don't help people.
You hurt people.
I hate you!
What is he gonna do, Mom?
Yo, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.
He's gonna kill him.
Mom.
Come away from the window.
Mama.
Come away.
I'm leaving, Mother.
I know, Patrick.
Where are you taking me?
I didn't mean to hurt her, Mr. Donovan, I swear.
I didn't mean to hurt her.
Today's my birthday, Mr. Donovan.
Please.
It's my new birthday.