Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - S U C K - full transcript

Kate's investigation zeroes in on Mickey. Meanwhile, Tiny, a former member of Sully's gang, jeopardizes Cochran's career, and Ray tries to get Tiny safely out of the country. Mickey begins ...

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Now, get off the fucking--

You were just in a shootout
with Sully Sullivan.

How do I explain what he's doing here?
You hired us to find Sully.

You were never here.
You understand?

Get the fuck out.

Hey, boys. I'm back.
Come on, let it go-

You got hit. It happens.

Mickey Donovan? I'm Ronald Keith.

I'm your new parole officer.

The Ruth Goldman Cancer Center
is the most important thing in my life.



June Wilson pledged $5 million,
and now I can't get her on the phone.

I'm gonna have to sell
my art collection.

What the fuck did you do, Raymond?

- She can't afford it.
- Not acceptable, Raymond.

He's buying me
the house of my dreams.

What did you just write?

You're not gonna let me interview
the agent that shot Sully?

He's on another case.

- Anything else I can help with?
- Mickey Donovan.

There's a reporter from Boston here.
Kate McPherson.

Keep her away from Mick.

- My father's not coming home tonight.
- What the fuck are you so afraid of?

You want to go get a drink?

- What do you know?
- FBI said Sully was here for six months.



It's not true. I got proof.

You know what Sully would've said
about you?

"Kate McPherson, you're a real pisser,
you know that?"

- What else you got in there?
- Nothing. I--

Fuck.

I-- I can't fucking run.

- You wanna be on top.
- That's what you want.

That's what I want.

Hey.

- It's Scrabble night.
- Yeah. I'll be home early.

Oh, hey, should I make the
artichoke dip or the cheese dip'?

The casserole.
Megan loves your casserole.

Cochran here.

Yeah.

Wait, wait, wait. What?

Jesus F. Christ.

Oh, fuck, fuck.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Fuck. God. Fuck!
- Edward!

That is enough.

You're right.

Sorry.

Where's Ray Donovan?

- Ask you something?
- Sure.

You do this a lot?

No.

You?

No.

Hey.

Just because we fucked
doesn't mean I won't do my job.

Yeah. Sure.

Can I see you again?

I don't think that's such a good idea.

That's too bad.

- Hello?
- Hey, Deb.

I wanna put in an offer
on that house.

Uh...

Okay.

Um...

They're asking $4.6 million.
What do you wanna offer?

- Four-point-six.
- You don't have to offer

the full asking price.
- Just get the house, Deb.

Ray.

Morning, Ray. Rushing home
to see the wife and kids?

- What do you want?
- Tell me something,

how long has this piece of shit
been on your payroll?

What do you need, Cochran?

Three a.m., this asshole was arrested
for stealing a chicken.

- He's harmless.
- Harmless. Okay.

Because he was fucking mouthing off
to a detective,

said he was on the docks
the night that Sully got shot.

Is that true?

Is there anyone who wasn't there?

How? I'll take care of it.

You gonna take him upstairs
and fuck him like that reporter?

He's not a problem.

Not after you make him disappear,
he's not.

That's not what I do, Cochran.

Don't fool yourself, Ray.
You don't have morals.

I told you I'd take care of it.

Shit.

- Ronald Keith.
- I need you to do something for me.

No, sorry.
I'm not on the clock today.

I'm in the office tomorrow.

You sure about that, Ron?

Give me a break, man.
This is my only day off.

What do you want?

The handsome
man can't dance with the band.

The handsome man
can't dance with the band.

In his mansion
even though he has a tan.

In his mansion
even though he has a tan.

What's that?

And where were you last night?

Why are you talking like that?

Like what?

I-- I was with Marvin.

Okay.

- Okay?
- Can't stop you.

What are we eating?

Don't ask me. You guys seem
to come and go whenever you want.

- Just have some cereal.
- Fuck that shit.

I want an egg.
I didn't do anything bad.

Mom's on strike or something.

Nice of you to stop by, Ray.

I put in a bid on that house.

You think we'll get it?

Yeah.

How much?

- Four-point-six.
- Jesus, Ray, can we afford it?

Of course we can.

Thank you, sweetheart.

Thank you.

Sweetheart.

Sweetheart. Hey, hey.

Abs, come on.

Hey, I don't have time.

You had time twice a day
for the last two weeks.

Now you can't fuck me?

Abs, I'm sorry, I gotta go.
I'm already late.

I'll call you later.

Shit, I don't need Medicare.

This ain't fucking right.
This ain't right.

It's right, amigo.

Look, federal, state,

local, locker, and uniform.

You guys are better crooks
than I ever fucking was.

Okay, okay.

Mr. Donovan?

- Who's asking?
- Kate McPherson.

Boston Globe.
Ahem. Boston Globe?

Hm. Ain't that something?

What are you doing way out here
in Los Angeles?

Looking for you.

Oh, yeah? What for?

Donovan.

Time for a piss test.

- I'd like to ask you a few questions.
- About what?

- Who are you?
- I'm his parole officer.

Let's go, Donovan.

- I'd like to ask you about Sully Sullivan.
- I don't know who you're talking about.

Come on, Mick,
you're wasting my time.

It was nice to meet you,
Mr. Donovan.

Your son, Ray,
says I can't talk to you.

But I think you should make up
your own mind.

I always do, sweetheart.

What are you
still doing here, Tiny?

Don't you think I wanna go back
to Boston? I got family there.

What's stopping you?
Sully's mom is a motherfucker.

- Oh, Jesus.
- She has 15 people who will kill me.

I'm not going back there
while that C-U-N-T is still alive.

She's 100 years old,
what are you so scared of?

Are you mad at me?

Get in the fucking car.

- Yeah?
- I got him.

Put him on.
It's Ray.

Ray?
Mick,

that woman you met this morning,
don't fucking talk to her.

What's in it for me if I don't?

I'm keeping you out of prison.

I wanna go to the Fite Club.
I wanna see my boys.

You do that for me, and I'll let it lie.

Ma'am, 275 is the lowest I can go.

I mean, the prices
are on the handlebars.

There are cheaper bikes on Craigslist.
Hey.

If you could have any bike,

what kind would you want?
I don't know.

Well, tell me about your lifestyle.
I don't know what that means.

Well, where you
gonna be riding it? Hm?

Dirt, gravel?

I want to ride on the sidewalk.

- You wanna pop wheelies?
- Nothing crazy.

Okay. I hear you.

I hear you.

Hi.
Hi.

Listen, I overheard.

I think I can put something together
for you.

Thanks, but we...

We don't have a lot of money.

We shouldn't have even come in.

Come back later this afternoon.

I think I can find something
that works for the both of you.

Unh! Ah!

What the fuck?

You told the cops
you saw the shooting?

I panicked, Ray. I d--

I-- I can't go to prison.
Everybody thinks I set Sully up.

I go to prison, Sully's guys'll kill me.

What's the first fucking thing
you learn

when you're 5 years old
on Dorchester Street?

Huh?

You don't fucking talk to the cops!

Jesus fucking Christ, Tiny!

You didn't see the press conference?
You know how we're playing this?

Are you out of your mind?
I'm sorry, Ray.

Stand him up.
No.

- No, no, no.
- Over there.

- Don't. No, no. No, Ray, no.
- Come on.

No. No, don't--

No, no, no.
Don't shoot me, Ray.

- Don't shoot me.
- Look at me, Tiny. Look at me.

- What are you gonna do, Ray?
- Make sure he doesn't take

one step out of this room.
Understand me, Av?

Okay.

Cochran doesn't trust you.

He'll be out of the country
by tonight.

So, what, Ray?
You just a fucking travel agent now?

Look at Frank Barnes
with his brand-new balls.

Let me ask you something, Frank.

You think Cochran's gonna
look after you when this is all over?

I'm back.

Where the fuck is everybody?

On the northwest coast of Ireland

These mountains by the sea
were the final strongholds

of the earls
of Tír Chonaill and Tyrone.

Remote. Beautiful.

What are you, depressed?

What are you watching this shit for?
I'm moving there.

Oh. yeah?

I'd go too, if I could.

You know what your brother's
doing to me?

Starving me to death.

There, there, look.

I'm not supposed to live like this.

This is America.

You know what we gotta do?

Another Fite Nite, Terr.

What do you say?

Hey, Terry, guess
what, I'm up to five...

miles.

It's a hard country. Your plans...

What the fuck? You're driving again?

- Yeah, I am.
- Terry and me, just talking

about you getting back in the ring.
- Don't put words in my mouth.

You serious? I'm not getting back
in the ring for you.

You sold me out. Fuck that.

What's with him, huh?

What'd you go back
to being a chauffeur for?

That's demeaning.

I am making a living, Pop.

I made you a living. I still can.

Wow.

You know-- You know,
Mom used to tell me these stories

about the great Mickey Donovan.
How people looked at you with respect.

What a fucking joke.

Why do you gotta be so fucked up?
Why do you gotta be such an asshole?

All right. Don't get all emotional.

Anything on this guy?
No, he's a fucking Boy Scout, Ray.

He loves his wife,
he plays classic rock on the weekends,

only hangs out
with guys in law enforcement.

Here.

That Tiny?
Yeah. How quick can you get me

a passport, ticket to the Maldives
and 15 grand?

You gotta give me at least a day.
You got two hours.

- Yeah?
- Congratulations. They accepted

the offer on the Trousdale house.
- Okay.

I need a cheque for a million
in 24 hours. Is that a problem?

No. Not a problem, Deb.

Put Ezra on the phone.

It's Ray Donovan.

Sorry, Ray. Ezra's in a meeting.

- He's been in a meeting for two days.
- That's right.

You look tough. Heh, heh, heh.

I've been managing fighters
down in Mexico.

- Yeah?
- I'm back in the States

looking for new blood.
What's your fighting weight?

One sixty-five.
One sixty-five.

Here. Dig, dig, dig.

Boom, boom.
You've got some power.

See, I found a way for my fighters
to make real money down there.

How's that?
Well, a guy like you,

with the right management,
pick up some serious dough.

- But you gotta learn to take a fall.
- That's enough, Mick.

- What did I do?
- Get the fuck out of here.

I run a clean establishment.

Terry--
Get out.

You still blame me
for the Parkinson's.

That it?

I told you not to go the full 12
rounds with Chuy Gomez.

I don't throw fights.

Go home, Mick.

See you later.

I parked the car,
and I walked across the yard.

I parked the car,
and I walked across the yard.

Parked the car...

and I walked across--

- Can you be more specific?
- I don't know.

What exactly about life
makes you think it's all a game?

I don't know.

He's fucking someone else,
you asshole. Happy now?

Abby--
You're the one who called it rape.

You put in my head
that my husband was raping me.

Abby, I have a patient.

Ray, he doesn't wanna see you.

You're not taking my calls?
Huh?

Huh?
You disappointed me, Raymond.

I sent you to collect that money from
June Wilson, and you didn't do it.

Don't you know what that means?

June Wilson didn't pay

and Arthur Rosen heard,
and he didn't pay.

And when Arthur doesn't pay,
no one pays.

You're right, Ezra.

I'm sorry.

June Wilson pledged you $5 million,
and I'm gonna get it for you.

- Thank you, Raymond.
- But I'm keeping 20 per cent.

That's Ruth's money.
Twenty per cent

or you're on your own.
How dare you?

What gives you the right
to dictate terms to me?

Because I do your
fucking dirty work, Ezra.

All you think about is the RGOCC
and your fucking legacy.

Ruth was everything to me.

Yeah?

Well, I got a family too.

Want me to shake down
an old friend, I'll do it,

but it's gonna cost you.

You didn't come
here to practise.

Excuse me?

You just came
to fire that gun, right?

Exorcise your demons.

That gun of yours, it's a beauty.

Yup.

It was a gift. From my husband.

That's a brave man,
gives a gun to his wife.

We were younger then.
Fucking optimistic.

Well, he knows his weapons.

It's a good one.

It's just...
It's not the right size for your hand.

Oh, it's fine.
Here.

Try this one.

Go ahead.

- How's that feel?
- Okay.

- Feels okay.
- Just okay?

Feels good.

Let her rip.

Hey, Mickey.

Why the long face?

You believe this shit?

I got a shit job
in a Mexican restaurant.

Now my sons all turn
their backs on me.

Man, this is almost a hundred bucks.

Right?

Look at you.

You got fucking cancer.

They throw you out of the can,
put you in this fucking shithole.

You always got a smile on your face.

- Here, give me a hit.
- I thought you were being tested.

I already pissed this morning.

Not gonna test me twice in one day.

June isn't home.

It's all right. I can wait.

- Ray.
- Don't put your hands on me, Carlos.

Like I said, she is not home,
so you need to go.

So may I fix you a drink?

- No.
- All business.

I told you Ezra won't
take "no" for an answer.

- Did you look inside that envelope?
- No.

Open it.

Go ahead, open it.

That's my daughter Alison.

I've kept her hidden her entire life.

You must think
that's a horrible thing to do, right?

Hm?

- I'm not judging you, June.
- No, you're just extorting me.

Ezra wants that money.

I'm sure he does.

Ezra helped me hide her,
and he said, "Nobody will ever know."

The problem is Ezra knew.

I worked with Mr. Lean,
Mr. Hitchcock, Billy Wilder.

I've been nominated for an Oscar
four times.

I will not let this
be what I'm remembered for.

- I'm sorry, June.
- Oh, don't act so sad.

Ezra pays you very, very well
to do the things you do.

Is there anything you need?

Thanks.

But I won't be seeing you again.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Do you like it?
- Cool.

Why don't you go take it for a spin?

Come on now.

It's awesome. Thank you.

Whoo.

Thank you. He loves it.
Heh, heh.

My name is Patty.

That's Clifford.

Brendan.

But everyone calls me Bunchy.

Bunchy.

That's a-- It's a funny name.

Hey, there's a--

This little Mexican joint
around the corner

that we're going to later.

Do you--? Do you wanna join us?

Okay.

Great.

Great.

Abby.

Here.

You're a cop.
I'm a detective

with the L.A.P.D.
Don't hold it against me.

- Why are you giving me this?
- You never know

when you're gonna get in trouble.
If you do, you give me a call.

So I should only call you
if I get in trouble?

- Your father's in damn good shape.
- I heard you paid him a visit.

Well, his parole officer
just happened to stop by

so we didn't get a chance to talk.

Know something about that, Ray?

Well, just because we fucked
doesn't mean I'm not gonna do my job.

Get up. We're going.

Where?
Maldives.

- Maldives? I don't know where that is.
- Indian Ocean. It's beautiful.

You been there?
No.

- But you seen pictures?
- Seen pictures of a paper,

says they don't extradite.
- The natives, they friendly?

Don't need to worry about natives, Tiny.
Natives need to worry about you.

Come on. We got a plane to catch.

Okay. I just gotta piss first.

How's your mother?
Mm.

Don't ask. I mean, she had a fight
with her bridge partner.

And now she calls me
five times a--

I think I pulled my hamstring.

- Gonna have to stitch him up.
- I ain't going there, Ray.

Let me just go back to Boston. I swear,
you'll never hear from me again.

Just let me go back to Boston.
Shut up.

You're getting on that fucking plane,
Tiny.

When I was in Walpole,

I read this book
about why people hate.

The oxygen makes it even better.
Ha, ha, ha.

Complicated book.

Boiled down...

that all hate comes
from the inside out.

Do you believe that kind of shit?

Heh, heh, heh.
I don't fucking know.

I like everybody. Makes life easier.

Oh.

I see what you mean.

Mm...

Mickey.

Mickey.

I was wrong about you, Mickey.

- What?
- You are not a captain, Mickey.

You are a sailor.

You are only a sailor.

I'm not a fucking sailor.

Never said you fucking were.

Did I?

Sorry, Mick.

- Hello.
- I got a story for you.

- It's gonna cost.
- I don't buy stories.

All right, fuck it then.

You don't wanna hear
how I was on the dock

when Sully got shot?

Hold on.
Maybe we can work something out.

- Keep talking.
- I'll need to speak with you.

- Can you meet me?
- I got a problem with that, sweetheart.

I can't leave where I'm at.

Well, I know where you are.
I'll come to you.

Okay.

So the head of the judiciary
committee is having dinner with us tomorrow night.

Yeah?

Next stop, Washington, baby.
Heh, heh, heh.

Isn't that great?

Yeah. That's, uh-- That's great news.

- What's wrong, sweetie?
- I'm just, uh...

I'm trusting that somebody's doing
something for me,

but I'm not sure it's gonna get done.

Mm.

Well, as my mother always told me,

if you want something done,
you do it yourself.

Oh, that's why I love you, Donna.
Heh, heh, heh.

- Yeah.
- I need to see you right now.

It's time.

Keep walking.

- I don't wanna go by myself there.
- Get in the fucking car, Tiny.

I don't wanna go. I'll work for you.
I-- I can do what Avi does.

- I can help you.
- You're not gonna work for me.

Ray, don't make me.

You don't got a choice.

You understand me?

Cash in there to get you started,
and a passport.

- Bert Handey?
- That's you.

- I ain't Bert Handey.
- Oh, come on.

I'm Kenneth Benson. I'm Tiny.
I belong in Southie.

I just came out here with Sully
to do a job for you.

- You're gonna get--
- I ain't going! You can't turn me

into Bert fucking Handey.

You don't get it, do you?

You don't got a fucking choice.

I do.

I do and I ain't going!

Put him back inside.

Come on.

Remember when SpongeBob
got that jellyfish as a pet

and he put it on a leash?

Yeah. Squidward hated that jellyfish.

"I wouldn't let that thing in my house
even if it was potty trained."

I'm gonna get a beer.
You want a beer? It's on me.

- I don't drink no more.
- Got it.

- I'll have a Coke.
- I want a Coke too.

Oh, just one, please. Thanks.

So how did you--?
How did you learn how to build a bike?

I got a hand-me-down bike
from my brother, but it got stolen.

My parents couldn't afford a new one,
so I had to build my own.

No one's gonna steal your bike,
all right? I promise.

And if they do,
they're gonna have to answer to me.

Our friend in the motel room?

- I'm taking care of it.
- Everything you tell me is a lie, Ray.

Everything.

I got a story for you.

- But it's gonna cost.
- I don't buy stories.

All right, fuck it then.

You don't wanna hear
how I was on the dock

when Sully got shot?

You don't have anything
under control.

Not your father, not that reporter,
not the fat fuck in the motel room.

- You won't hear from him again.
- Too late for your plan.

- Don't-- Don't do it.
- Do what?

Don't kill him.

Who said anything
about killing anybody? Wha--?

I got a man on him.
He's not gonna let anything happen.

You have an ex-Mossad agent
who spends his nights

watching television
with his mother.

I have every man in the entire L.A.
federal law enforcement system. Fuck.

What's the matter with you?

Congratulations,
you're moving to Trousdale.

Come in.

Whoo.

- We got the house.
- That's right.

When were you gonna tell me?

I wanted to tell you in person.

Well, I know now
because Deb's here.

She brought champagne.

She thought you'd be here too.

I'm glad you're happy.

When are you coming home?

- Soon as I can.
- Okay then, Ray.

Go home. I'm taking over.

- What do you mean, you're taking over?
- I mean I'm taking over. Go home, Av.

Just be careful, boss.

Yeah.

Mm.

Mm.

Mm.

- Oh, I don't wanna get sick, Ray.
- Go ahead, you'll be fine.

So do I get to work
with you, Ray?

Sure.

Mm.

I just couldn't go
to that place, Ray.

I get it. I wouldn't want
to leave home, either.

Hm. I'm just a simple person.
I like what I like.

I know you are, Tiny.

Mm. I'd like some ice cream.

I'll go get you some.
Yeah?

Thanks, Ray.

Yeah?
You talk to my father,

your life is in danger.
- Really?

Who from?
Not on the phone.

I'm texting you an address.

Someone will be there
to let you in. Stay there.

Kate.

Okay. Will you be there?

Yeah.

Megan, Tom. Glad you guys made it.

Well, we wouldn't miss
one of your Scrabble nights.

- Smart man.
- Hi.

Donna made that casserole you like.

Ah.

- Fantastic.
- Come in, come in, come in.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Come on.

This is great. Very thoughtful.

Unh! Argh!

My fucking leg.

Jesus, my fucking leg.

My fucking leg.

You c-- You gotta help me.

He just fucking fell on me!

God. Get the fucking leg--

Fuck. Oh, thank God, thank you.

Thank you, man.

Give me a hand.

No, no. Unh!

Okay. Thank you, Frank.

Ride, ride, ride, let it ride.
Heh, heh.

All right.

Mickey Donovan?

Mickey Donovan.

Who the fuck are you?

The handsome man can't dance
with the band.

Ahem. The handsome man
can't dance with the band.

Oh, fuck this.

Truly, fuck this.

You've
reached Detective Jim Halloran.

Leave a message.
I'll get right back to you.

Hey, it's Abby Donovan.

We met today at the gun range.

You gave me your card.

Anyway, I, um--

I'm going back there tomorrow.

Just wanted you to know.

Okay, bye.

What's gonna happen to me?

Someone will shoot me?

Some big bad guys
waiting for me out there?

Yeah.

You are so full of shit.

What is this place, anyway?

It's awful. It's cold.

So why did you stay?

Because you asked me to.

I am not doing this until you tell me--
Shut up.

Hm.

Oh, I've got a good one.

S-U...

C...

K. "Suck."

Very nice, sweetie. Nice work.

Oh, I think I've got one too.

Uh-oh.
Mm-hm.

Oh. Ho-ho-ho.