Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 7 - Walk This Way - full transcript

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- Yeah.
- We have a problem.

I just got a call from your brother.
He wants to sell the gym, Ray.

What are you talking about?
Something about Ireland.

You told me this day
would never come.

You promised me.
I'll take care of it.

You're the love of my life.
Come to Ireland and marry me.

Your brother
murdered that priest, didn't he?

That priest raped him.

Your brother scares me to death.

You're so fucking beautiful.
Holy shit.



- I need you to come to the expo.
- Ashley--

It's not for me, it's for a friend.
He needs your help.

Do you know who I am?
You know what I do?

Yeah. You write books.

I'm in some trouble here.
I'm leaving my wife for her.

You know what that means, Ray?
No.

It means hundreds
of millions of dollars.

There she is.

That woman is the
mother of your child?

She's the love of my life.

I'll be damned.

Terrence told me you got a date.
Told me you're stressed about it.

What is it?

Soon as something gonna happen
between you and your lady, take it.



Well, then what?
Pop goes the weasel.

- His name's Marvin.
- Bridg, why didn't you say anything?

You beat the shit out of him. You
think she's gonna confide in you?

I didn't lay a finger on him.
I'm seeing him.

There's nothing you can do.
Sweetheart, that boy has problems.

Hey, Cookie.

Boy, I love the way you sing,
my nigga.

We need to talk business
real soon.

Aren't you gonna invite me in?

Happy birthday, little dude.

Wow, I can't believe
you remembered.

So how are you?

I'm okay.
Just okay?

Yeah. I don't think anyone
remembered my birthday.

Really?

What, no plan, no party?

No.
That's fucked up.

Hey. Be bold, brother.

You want to have a party,
you have a fucking party.

All right.

What are you doing in London?
Picking up shots

on this movie I did last summer.

London's kind of
freaking me out, though.

I'm a little lonely.

I'm sucking dick again.

Your father had to help me
take care of that last time, remember?

I think so.

Okay, little dude,
I got a surprise for you.

One, two, three.

Happy birthday, Conor.

Happy birthday, buddy. Ha, ha.

Abs?

This okay?

Yeah.

I'm sorry about last night.

I was overwhelmed.

I thought about you all night.

Me too.

I've only had sex
with one person in 20 years.

So I only know how to do it
like my husband likes it.

Don't worry about it.

How much do we like each other?
A lot. Ha-ha-ha.

A lot.
Yeah.

What?

It's Ray.
It's the second time.

I gotta take it.

I'm sorry.

What's up?
Where are you? It's Conor's birthday.

I know that.
I'm on my way to the bakery.

What are we doing for him?
I don't know.

Why don't you ask
your son what he wants to do?

I'm getting the cake.

What is it?

I forgot my son's birthday.

Who does that?

It's today?
Yeah.

You have all day to fix it.

Come here.

No, I don't. I need to go.

I just got here.
I'm sorry.

Will I see you later?

I'm sorry. I don't know.
Abby, look--

I'm confused right now.

Happy birthday, kiddo.

Want to go see
the Lakers tonight?

I can get floor seats from Ezra.

What's wrong, Con?
You forgot my fucking birthday.

You're right.

Sorry.

I'll make it up to you-We'll see
the Lakers, have a great time.

I don't even like the Lakers.

What do you want?
A party.

- A family party.
- Okay.

No problem.

I want Terry, Bunchy and Daryll.

I'll call them.

And Grandpa.

I want the whole family here.

Look, your uncles won't be a problem,
but Grandpa Mick's on parole.

He's got restrictions on him.

I don't want a party
if Grandpa's not coming.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

Goddamn it, Ashley,
what the fuck are you--?

It's Steve Knight.

When she calls you,
that's me calling.

I'm not working today. I got
something planned with the family.

I'm paying you $100,000 a month.

That makes me family.

Where are you?

Hey, Shorty.

- Shorty.
- What?

I finished the treatment.

It's fucking great.

The hero crosses water
three times. Ha, ha.

Does he cross Melrose too?

What the fuck were you doing
at Paramount Pictures?

Ain't I allowed to go
to and from work?

You have a job.
I got a contract.

Could be worth a million bucks.

Sean Walker.
The work I did with him

got me in the door, and then I pitched
them something else. They went nuts.

Think I was gonna peel carrots
the rest of my life?

Hey, maybe you and me
should team up.

Start our own company,
like Ray's.

I finish the script,
could use a hard-ass like you.

Yo.
Hey. It's Conor's birthday tonight.

We're having a family dinner.

How much do we pay
a year in property tax?

Christ, Terry, it's his birthday.
You coming or not?

Fine. But we have some things
we have to talk about first.

All right.
And it can't wait past tonight.

Tell Bunchy about the party.

You should tell him yourself.

Just ask him, Terry. Seven o'clock.

Wait, wait. What about Mick?
He coming?

Don't worry about Mick.

I'm in the bathroom.

- I take the Viagra.
- Heh, heh.

The moment I fucking swallow it,
there's a knock on the door.

The kid comes home.

So it was a complete disaster.

Not really.

Sounds like it.

What happened then?

It got a little weird.
Ha-ha-ha.

And then I left.

So you gonna see her again?

Yeah.

I really like her.

And I think she likes me.
Yeah, I know you like her,

but you just started dating.

Maybe you should see
other people.

Why?

I mean, she's got a kid, Bunch.

That's a lot of responsibility.

I can handle it.

What's wrong?

Well, it sounds like
you're having a lot of fun.

I'm just really lonely
right now.

Why don't you come with me to my
nephew's birthday party tonight?

Really?
Sure.

It'll be fun.

We got a problem.

Come inside, I'll show you.

Did you fuck Ashley last night?

Because when I fucked her this morning,
I felt very close to you, Ray.

What's going on with you, man?

I'm getting a heavy vibe.

Are you worried about
your wife finding out?

When I was 12 years old,
I jerked off to my mother

breast-feeding my baby sister.

Unburden yourself.

Try it. Say the unsayable thing.

Tell me the thing
that you are afraid of.

Open the door.

Radical honesty, Ray.

I think you're a fucking asshole, and
I'm just using you for your money.

We good now?

Yeah!

I love it!

Was that so hard? I mean,
did anything bad happen to you?

We're just scratching
the surface, baby.

He's here again, Ray.
Who?

- That creep who was stalking me.
- Lepecka?

Come look.

Don't let him see you.

I'm in the middle of a divorce,

and he's taking pictures
of me with her? I'm fucked.

He's not interested in you.

What the fuck do I have to do
to you, Bob? Oh, come on. Bob.

Don't hurt me.

I'm protecting her.

Give me the camera, Bob.

Come on.

He's the bad guy, Ray, not me.

I don't go in her house.
I don't try to hurt her.

The worst thing I ever did
was jerk off in her car.

She left it open.

Jesus Christ.

Spare me the fucking details.

Okay, great. And these too.

These are all taken, huh?
Yeah.

You don't have a cake you can sell me?
Got to order ahead of time.

- See you tomorrow.
- Sure, thanks.

- Yes, right over there.
- Oh, thank you.

Can I talk to you for a second?

Come here.

You seem like a nice kid.
My son's about your age.

Do me a favour. Take this money,

wipe a name off one of the cakes,
and put his name on it.

Maybe someone won't pick one up.

We're rated, like,
number one in Calabasas.

Yeah, you never know.

His name's Conor.

Hurry, please.

Don't you have something
you want to give me, Ray?

Like what?

The chip from the camera.

I think I'm gonna hang on to that.

You love being in control,
don't you?

You worried about me,
or are you worried about him?

Not sure yet.

I love our relationship, Ray-
It just keeps getting better and better.

Yeah.

What are you doing, Bob?
I had to sell my car.

I can't drive anymore.
You shattered the bones in my arm.

I had to have surgery.

On my leg too.

Get in the fucking car.

The back.

Bob.

Look at me, Bob.

You go back there again--
I know, I know.

You'll kill me.

You still living
in that same shithole?

Yup.

Your brother threatened me.

He scares me.
He'd never hurt you.

It's my nephew's birthday.

I don't want to go, Terry.

It's my family,
and you're part of it now.

I want you to be there.

Fucking Saturday.

It's hard to find a buyer
in this market, Terry.

I asked you how much
the gym was worth.

The value is determined on how much--
Why won't you answer me, woman?

Calm down, Terry.

Just give her a chance.

Let me talk to a couple commercial
brokers and see what I can do.

But you still can't sell it
without Ray's consent.

Why not? It's his gym.

He's not the majority owner,
Ray is.

Don't worry about it.
I'm seeing him tonight.

Bridg?

Uh, Mom.

Oh, fuck.

Just help me.

Mama, you know
I can't stay for the party tonight.

What do you mean?
It's your brother's birthday.

Marvin and I
are recording tonight.

They had to book the studio.
It costs a lot of money.

Besides, you and Daddy invented
this party out of nowhere.

There was no plan.
I don't care. You're staying, young lady.

You came home late last night.
Where were you?

I was out with a friend.
You don't have a friend.

If you want to invite Marvin here,
you can.

Are you kidding? No.

Daddy would kill him.

It's my house too.

Yeah.

Your son invited me to
his birthday party tonight.

You got a problem with that? I don't
want to come if I'm not welcome.

Look, if it's a problem, I'll just call
him back and tell him I don't feel well.

No, it's not a problem.

So you'll handle it
with that parole officer you hired?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Oh, one more thing.
I got a date tonight.

You're not bringing a hooker
to Conor's birthday.

Nah, it's a nice lady.

You'll see.

Cherry.
Yeah?

Come here a minute.

Shorty don't feel so good,
and I'm going out.

Why don't you keep him company?

He's not contagious.
Sure thing, Mick. No problem.

Something happens, it happens.

What the fuck are you doing here?

We're going to the recording studio.
No, you're not. Get back in the house.

No.

Get the fuck off my property.

- Bridg.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

It's not baby girl's fault.

Look, it's my bad, all right?

Let's start over again.

These kids, they misled me.

Get your narrow ass
back in that truck.

I'm Cookie Brown.
I know who you are.

Look, man, Marvin told me we
were just picking up a little friend.

My sincere apologies.

I'm a father too.

- You work with Lee Drexler, right?
- Yep.

Yeah.

Tell that nigga
he owe me a phone call.

Got some business to discuss.

Me and him and you.

Back in the house.

I hate you.

Ain't this nice? Huh?

Look at us, together.

Ain't this something?
This is beautiful.

I've been dreaming
about this night for 20 years.

I'm surprised Ray invited me.

He had such a hard time
with us when he was a kid.

He got over it.

What are you gonna do?
Hold on to the past?

What's up?
Looking at you, driving.

I remember
when you were 12 years old.

You took the car, and you
drove all over Palm Springs.

Mm.

Yeah.

You know, I always loved this car.
Oh.

Put your cap on.

I'm not putting my fucking
cap on, Mick, okay?

I'm not your chauffeur.

Really, Mick?

All right. Take it easy.
Take it easy.

I didn't mean nothing.

You look good in it, that's all.

Is everyone coming?
Yeah.

Even Mick?

Even Mick.

So it's perfectly okay for him
to come to the house now?

You're best pals?

It's your son's fucking birthday.
I'm trying.

Where were you last night?

I didn't feel like
having dinner with you.

No?

Could have called or something.
Sat there for like an hour.

So where were you?

You got some balls to ask me that.

What time did you get in last night?
And why'd you sleep downstairs?

You have someone's stink on you?

Zip me up.

Con, get the blue one.
Open the blue one.

This one right here?

Whoa.

Those are gonna be collector's items.
They're beautiful, Terry.

When I sell the gym,
they'll change the name.

Thank you.

Grab his other leg.

- Oh, he's too old for that.
- He's not. Never too old for bumps.

One bump for every year.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven...
Be careful.

Grandpa.

Hey, hey, hey!
Whoa, whoa.

- It's bad luck not to finish the bumps.
- Conor, come here.

Grandpa.

Conor.

Hey.
Hey.

My boy. My boy.

Hey, Daryll.
What's up, Con?

- Hey, meet my mom.
- Okay.

Oh, good.

Hi.
Hi.

- I'm Conor.
- I'm Claudette.

- It's the birthday boy.
- Come on in.

Ray, you remember Claudette.

Hey, Claudette.
How are you?

Hello, Ray.
Thanks for inviting me.

I was really touched.

Sure. Come on in.

What's up, Ray?
How you doing, Daryll?

Hey, everyone.

You all remember Claudette?

Abby, me darling.
Hey, Mick.

This is Claudette.

Claudette, it's very nice
to meet you.

I've heard a lot about you.
A few good things, I hope.

Absolutely. Welcome to our house.

- I brought you something.
- Thank you.

Let me get you something to drink.

- Thanks.
- My kids love Daryll.

Thank you.

I thought I said no whores,
Mick.

How's that little
reporter friend of yours?

She coming tonight?

We need to talk.

Not now, Terry.
It's a party.

Now, Ray.

I'm moving to Ireland,
with Frances.

We need to sell the gym.

Why?
What do you mean, why?

Just asking why, Terry.
We need the money to start a business.

That's how you become a citizen.

I don't know. It's not gonna be
easy in this market, Terry.

I mean, even if we decided--
I decided.

Just saying, you know,
it doesn't happen overnight.

Why'd you guys decide
to move to Ireland?

You know why.

Come on, Terry.

It's Conor's birthday.

Can we not do this now?

Oh, Jesus fucking...

Hey, Bunch. How are you?

Doing good.

I'm seeing somebody.
Really? That's great.

Wasn't it just one date?

No, it was more than that.
So what?

I don't know how you call it
"seeing somebody"

if it's one date.
How do you know each other?

The bike shop?
SNAP.

It's the Survivors Network
for those Abused by Priests.

Thanks. I know what it is.
We got others in the family.

Oh. My abuser actually
was my scoutmaster.

Not a priest.
That's too bad.

Dig in, guys.

I need an answer.
Not getting it now. Give me a break.

What'd you get him
for his birthday, Ray Ray?

We got him clothes, Mick.

Really?
Clothes, huh?

I got you something really special.

What is it?
It's a surprise, kiddo.

Here.

Thanks.

Hey. guys. How's it going?

Pop.
What's your name?

Stan.
Stan.

You one of them Snappers?

Yeah.
Great.

I got a good one for you.
Pop.

What's the difference
between acne and a priest?

Pop, don't.
It's cool.

Acne waits for a boy to be 14

before it comes on his face.

Excuse me.
Think that's fucking funny, Mick?

Come on.

What's wrong with everybody?

Ah...

Finally, one we can dance to.

Not that '80s shit you love.

Let's dance.

Ray Ray, why don't you
ask your wife to dance?

You need to come downstairs.
Now.

You want to spite me? Fine.
But your brother doesn't deserve it.

Are you screwing around
on Daddy?

Sorry about my pop.

No.

It's not that.

What's the matter?

At least you have a family.

Mine disowned me
after I sued the Scouts

and my name was in the paper.

I'm sorry.

I thought it would
cheer you up to come.

You did?

Yeah.

The fuck?

I'm not gay.

How do you know?
I just know.

You needed a Viagra to be with Patty.

I didn't need it. I just took it.

Did you see that?
Yeah.

- I'm not gay.
- I never thought you were.

Then why did he kiss me?
I don't know. Maybe he likes you.

I'm not fucking gay.
Relax. It's just a kiss.

It's not just a kiss. It's not funny.

That was-- That was fucked up.
I'm sorry.

And I'm fucked up.
And Stan, he's fucked up.

You're fucked up too,
because of what happened to us.

Keep your fucking voice down, huh?

- Hey!
- Hey!

All right. Make a wish.

Why is my name spelled like that?

It's because they forgot
your birthday, Conor.

Just cut the cake, honey.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Con.

I love you.

You're a good kid.
You're gonna be a good man.

Abby...

thank you for
bringing him into this world.

You do all the hard work.

I'm so lucky.

Twenty-two freaking hours
trying to push him out.

This is such bullshit.

Well, I'm just the grandfather,
but I got something to say.

Ahem. Your father's wrong.

You're not a good kid.
You're a great kid.

You got everything going for you.

You're athletic,

you're good-looking, you're smart.

There's just only
one thing you're missing.

What, Grandpa?

This.

Catch.

Your car?

Shit, really?

He's only 14, Mick.

It's all right. We'll keep it in the garage.

It'll be your car
in the driveway, not mine.

Turn her on.

Oh, my God.

You like it?
I fucking love it.

Happy birthday, son.
Thank you.

Are you ready?

I got everything.

- You have your girl where I'm sitting.
- Ha.

Baby, it's just a car.

Sound of that motor.
Oh, that's so nice.

Come in.

I'm texting with Marvin.

Just so you know.

Yeah.

What, are you drunk?

A little.

Oh, fuck.

I'm gonna keep seeing him.

You can't stop me.

He attacked you.

I had every right to
take him out of the house.

He's got some
dangerous friends, Bridg.

It's not your world.

You can't see him anymore.
That's it. I'm sorry.

Didn't you ever love somebody
that wasn't right for you?

Yeah, I did.

What happened?
She's dead.

Is that the woman
that Grandpa killed?

It's a long story.

Why'd you love her?
I don't know.

She was sexy.

Complicated.

I don't know.
I thought she was interesting.

But you know what?

After she was killed, the worst thing
turned out to be the best thing.

Why?

Because your mother came back
into my life and we had you guys.

So, what are you saying?

I'll get over him?

Yeah. You will.

And you think that Morn is the best
thing that ever happened to you?

Yeah.

She is.

Mom came home
at 2 a.m. last night.

Abby, come on, get in here.

I'm onto you.

What'd you say to me?

This was the song that was playing
when I first saw you.

Yeah. I guess Mom
couldn't dance on chemo, huh?

Whoa.

You don't insult this beautiful lady.

Get out.

Get the fuck out.

It's my fucking house! Get out!

This is why we're moving
to Ireland.

You're not going anywhere.
And you're not selling that gym, either.

What's that supposed to mean?

Tell him, Ray.

You can't sell that gym.
That gym's got a job.

What's he talking about?

- Nothing.
- Tell him, Ray.

Tell him what that gym's
really for.

That's not a boxing gym.
That's a Laundromat.

That's how he cleans up all his cash.

Is that true?

Yeah, it's true.

I built that business.

I run a clean gym.

You have any idea how much
that gym makes a month, Terry?

Get your head
out of the fucking clouds.

You lied to me.

You made me a criminal,
just like you.

We telling the truth?
Look, leave it, Ray.

If that's what we're doing,
here it is.

No one would back you in Boston.

You were a washed up
fighter with the shakes.

Frances, this--
I brought you out here,

got you off the booze, cleaned you up,
got you a doctor, got you diagnosed.

I didn't want to be fucking diagnosed!

Bought you that fucking gym!
No! You bought it for yourself!

For your dirty business!
Boys, boys.

We're finished, Ray!

Yeah? See how fucking far you
get without me, you piece of shit.

This is my car!
This is my fucking car!

Want to give him this car?

You like that?

Motherfucker!

What are you doing, son?
What the fuck are you doing?

You fucking asshole.

That was my car.

Son.

Party's over.

Even if it's true,
the things you said to him,

you don't talk to this man
like that.

And I know what I saw
that night.

You're threatening me now?

I need to go home now, Mickey.

All right, let's go.

Thanks, Grandpa.

I don't want the car anymore.
I'm only 14.

Conor wanted the family,

Conor got the family.

Abby?

Where are you?

They're all gone, Dad.
It's just you and me.

What time is it?
I don't know.

You're 14.

You should always
know what time it is.

Come here.

Happy birthday, Con.

What are we gonna do?

I can't talk now, Frances.

I can't see you for a while, Mick.

All right.

I understand.

L'm not gay.

Yeah?

I want to fuck you right now.

I'm sorry, who is this?

Ray Donovan.

You want to fuck me?

Yeah.

Come back tonight.

It's okay. It's okay.