Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 11 - Poker - full transcript

Micky throws himself a going away party. Ray is put in a compromising pickle.

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Where are you
with the Finney vetting?

I'm getting hung up
on this minority stakeholder

Varick Strauss...
I can't find him.

Stick what's-his-name on it.

That's what he used to do.

Rhonda, Ed Cochran here.
Listen.

I'm gonna need
some credit card records.

My name is Avi Rudin.

I need access to my unit here,
but I forgot my key.

Av, you think
you can break into Dybek



and slave a computer for me?

Sure.

Another A, Miss Donovan.
Nice work.

Mmm, Greg,

your order derivatives
make me so fucking wet.

I spoke with Janet and her
parents, and they're willing

to let Rossmore
handle disciplinary actions.

We'll notify you once

the disciplinary committee
has met this afternoon.

"General signs
of cognitive deterioration

consistent with a diagnosis
of Alzheimer's."

Dr. Singh recommends
establishing a conservatorship,

so I'll process a declaration
of non compos mentis.

Non fucking what?



Power of attorney.

You're gonna
do whatever I tell you to do,

or I'm gonna put you in
the worst shithole I can find.

You motherfucker.

You did all this just to get one
over on me.

You got to leave LA.

Don't wear this in public
till next week.

Dybek recommended us
to the NFL,

and they're announcing us
Monday.

If you're gonna do that,
have a little sensitivity.

- Do what?
- Don't fucking bring her here.

You're a good man, Terry.

Yeah. Good night.

Hello.

I thought
you covered your tracks.

- I did.
- So why are you in my bathroom

warning me about
some ex-head of the FBI

that might cause trouble?

Nice place, Ray.

It's bad.

It's very bad.

- Yeah?
- You're good to go.

There is another way
to handle this, Mr. Cochran.

What's that?

Everybody forgets
about Varick Strauss

and you end up
a multimillionaire.

I see.

So name your number.

I already told you
what I want, Mr. Finney.

Unless you want to go to jail,

you'll do
exactly what we agreed to.

Yeah.

Cochran just gave cops
location of the body, boss.

Motherfucker.

Yeah, LAPD Tip Submit.

Had it down
to a two-mile radius.

You're gonna have to move it.

I knew you were going
to say that.

It's an anonymous tip.

Don't worry.
You got time.

Tell Lena to get that thing
out of the fucking storage unit.

You got it.

Morning.

We need to talk about Bridget.

What about her?

She got in a fight.

My daughter's marriage
was falling apart,

and my son-in-law,
Varick Strauss,

was making threats.

Against your daughter?

Against the whole family.

He was raving,
wouldn't leave the house.

So I called Ray and got him
to come over to talk to him.

That's Ray Donovan?

He was doing security
for me at the time.

And you just
wanted him to talk to Varick?

- What else?
- I don't know.

Maybe you told him
to beat him up.

Mr. Finney is not a suspect,
Detective.

Oh, it's okay.
He's doing his job.

I'm here
to answer all questions.

No, I wanted Ray to negotiate

a generous financial settlement
with Varick.

So they went in the study,

and about 15 minutes later,
I heard this enormous crash.

And that's when you ran
into the study?

And found Ray
standing over Varick's body

with a poker in his hand.

Mr. Finney, there's a question
we have to ask.

Mr. Finney is not under oath
and is not obligated to answer.

You want to know why I didn't
come and see you before?

Yes.

He threatened to kill me.

So why didn't you come
to the police?

I believed him.
He's a very capable man.

Mr. Finney, thank you.

That's all we need.

Hmm.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Guy's not innocent.

Very least, he paid Donovan
to do it.

Donovan's
a knuckle-dragging thug.

- Mr. Finney...
- Pillar of the community.

Friend of the department.

Yeah.
I got it.

- I'm sorry.
- Sorry doesn't cut it, Bridge.

You can't go around
punching people.

- What?
- She started it.

What'd she say?

She was accusing me of things
that weren't true.

What things?

Should I get that?

No, answer me.
What'd she say?

It doesn't matter
what they were fighting about

or what was said.

You should have
walked away, right?

Right. I'm sorry.

Conor!

Hey!

I thought you said
you weren't gonna say anything.

You've been suspended.
I had to give him something.

Hey.
Don't you hear the door?

Can I go to Grandpa's
going-away party?

- What?
- He's moving.

- So what?
- Can I go?

- Yeah?
- Ray Donovan?

- Yeah.
- Jeff Barker, LAPD.

What can I do for you,
Captain?

Working on a missing-person
case... Varick Strauss.

- You worked with him, right?
- Yeah.

Okay, great.

May I come in?

Look, my chief's
got a bug up his ass

because the father-in-law
carries

so much water
in this town.

If this is inconvenient for you,
maybe you could come downtown.

I got a few things
I'd like to show you.

- Sure.
- Okay, great.

It's the police administration
building on Spring.

- You need directions?
- I know where it is.

Okay.

See you, then.

What's that about?

Varick Strauss went missing.

You know something
about it?

He took some money.
It'll be fine.

When your girlfriend
came by last night,

she didn't seem too concerned
about her missing husband.

She's not my fucking
girlfriend, Abbs.

You honestly expect me to
believe you haven't fucked her?

So Grandpa's having
this barbecue,

and Uncle Terry
doesn't want to go.

Can you make Bridget
drive me?

She's grounded.

Well, then can you?

Yeah, but I'm not staying.

- Hey, Mick, it's just us.
- Hey.

What the fuck is that?

You said ten pounds.

Hamburger, not turkey meat.

Well, turkey's better for you.

All right.

Fuck it.

Listen, Mick,
we got to talk about Reno.

Oh, I got it all mapped out.

Found us a great little place
on Zillow.

If we get bigger,
we can expand to Carson City.

Give the Bunny Ranch
a run for its money.

But Audrey's career
is just getting started.

We've been through
all that business.

One broken promise
after another.

This town's no good for her.

Actually, she just got a job

playing a little girl
with leukemia.

It's a short film for USC.

She's got a little bald cap
and everything.

I got to take this.

Yeah, Ray?

What's this I hear
about a party?

Yeah, I'm firing up the grill,
having a few beers.

You want to come over,
say good-bye?

No, I don't want
to fucking say good-bye.

I want you out.

Look, I'm leaving.

Leaving this afternoon
as we agreed.

We said this morning.

You want to pack the truck
for me?

I'm leaving, and I want to say
good-bye to my family.

I want you gone by tonight.
You hear me?

It's enough already, Mick.

Girls.

Hey, guys, guys.

What are you doing,
fucking around?

You got to stack this shit.

We thought
you were gonna do that.

Oh, yeah? It can't be
all over loose like this.

It's got to be tight.
Here.

Get some boxes, and then you
come back and pack 'em.

- Here.
- Yeah.

- There you go, Cindy.
- All right.

Hey, hey, look who's here.

- Thanks for coming.
- What happened to you?

Oh, little altercation.

How was the honeymoon?

You didn't tell me your boy
was afraid of the ocean.

He ain't afraid of nothing.
Are you?

We had a good time.

Pismo, huh?

Yeah. He ate too much.
I drank too much.

Good for you, toots.

So what are you...
you're really leaving?

Well, you know, I kind
of used this town up a little,

so I'm looking
for a little more glitz.

I'm going to Reno.

Just like that?

Well, I'm sorry
you find us so boring.

That's one hell of a truck
you got there.

22-inch rims,
Alpine subs, Kicker amp.

My boy Rico hooked us up.

I'm glad
you're treating yourself.

That's what money's for, son.

I'm gonna fire up the grill,

and I hope you're ready
for some manual labor

'cause as you can see,
I'm hardly packed.

I can barely handle my life
in this house with Ray

lying to me all the time,
never mind fucking Bridget.

Ray's still lying to you?

Yeah.

You see that woman
come by here last night?

He expects me to believe
he's not fucking her.

It's like Fatal Attraction.

I bet she wasn't wearing
any panties.

That was Basic Instinct.

Ray's just like my old man was
with my mom...

too caught up
in his own bullshit

to realize
how beautiful she was.

That didn't happen.

Right.

I spent most
of that day, uh...

at the Fish and Wildlife Center
with Commissioner Miller.

You see Varick Strauss
at all?

No.

Hear anything about
where he might have gone?

No.

Did he ever say anything
to you

about wanting
to visit Central America?

We didn't have
that kind of relationship.

I see.

At the end of the day
you went straight home, right?

Yeah.

Then what?

Fell asleep on the couch
watching TV.

What's your relationship like
with his wife...

- Paige Finney?
- Professional.

Ever threaten a member
of the Finney family?

No.

Look, my lawyer
is on his way over here.

I think I should probably
wait for him

before I answer
any more of your questions.

I got a statement here
from the old lady, Charlotte.

Says you forced her
to perform an act of fellatio

on you at gunpoint.

I'm just fucking with you.

No, you didn't go straight home
that day.

You were right here...

in the mountains
outside Santa Clarita.

Now, what were you doing there?

That's it. Show's over.

Mr. Donovan is finished
with you now.

Ray, let's go.

Andrew Finney was in
three hours ago

telling the Chief of Police
you killed the guy.

Ray, don't.

You tell Finney he's got
one chance to stop this.

If you give yourself up,

I promise
they'll go easy on you.

Fuck you.

Tell him to walk it back.

Okay, I would have handled
that a little differently.

Well, has he been arrested?

They're processing
the evidence, but I do know

they're gonna want to talk
to you before they charge him.

Well, what about the business?
How much trouble are we in?

Oh, nothing
that can't be fixed.

There's a mountain of favors
owed me in this town,

and if we do lose the team,
since you are now in charge,

I'll let you decide
where to reinvest the money.

- Really?
- Yeah.

But, Paige, I do need you
to go to the police

and back up my story
as soon as possible.

I mean, Windsor
will set it up for you.

- I don't know anything.
- You knew what he was after.

You're the one who hired him.

And you're the one
that slept with him.

You were training him
to take Varick's place.

You were building him up
into something that he wasn't.

Your fucking monster,
not mine.

- Yeah?
- You're not gonna like this.

What?

Poker's gone.

- Cochran.
- Yeah, it's Cochran.

He probably gave it
to the cops.

No, they would have held me
if he did.

I'll call you back.

You're gonna need
a criminal lawyer...

today.

Of course.

You sure you don't want
me to stay?

Yeah, I'm good.

All right, well, get Bunch
to drop you off, yeah?

Okay.

Abby, come on in,
have a hot dog.

Hey.

Today's not the day.

Come on,
I'm moving to Reno.

You can't spare 45 minutes,
say good-bye?

I'm sorry.

I'm just not in the mood
for a party.

I get it.

It's an hour's flight
from Burbank,

for fuck sakes, Mick.

Bye.

Bye.

Wow.

Hi.

What are you
doing here?

Do I know you?

Yeah, Conor.

We hooked up at that party,
remember?

Maybe we could go
to the movies sometime.

Sure.
200 bucks.

I mean,
I could buy your ticket,

but I don't think
it's gonna be 200.

No, the 200 is for me.

That's the price.

Conor.

Why don't you go upstairs,
help Bunchy with the boxes?

All right.

Cindy, that's my grandson.

Where's the poker?

What, you're gonna shoot me now?
Huh?

Fuck yourself,
you Irish piece of shit.

Aah!
God damn!

Where is the poker?

Fuck!

Come on, give it to me.

You better be careful.

Come on, Con. Let's go.

Hey, Bunch,
have you seen Michelle?

- Nah, I ain't seen her.
- Okay, you see that bitch,

- come get me.
- What happened?

A $600 Uber bill's
what happened.

Daryll, where's my Caddy?

- Daryll?
- Hey.

Why's my shit in boxes?

- We're moving to Reno, kiddo.
- Reno?

Yeah, biggest little city
in the world.

See, in Reno, we'll be
a big fish in a small pond.

Between our LA girls and
my East Coast sophistication,

they won't know
what hit 'em.

In fact, LA Girls
ain't a bad name.

Oh, this guy.

I'm sorry to tell you, Pop,
but I'm not going to Reno.

Sure you are.
We're partners.

Get off me.

I've been a fucking idiot.

I spent my whole life
waiting for you

to get out of prison
and be my father.

Done everything
you asked me to do, everything,

and now messing with you,
I owe the IRS money

and got the Armenian Mafia
coming after me.

They got no people in Reno.

I looked into it.

You don't get it, do you?

You know what I want, Mick?

I want a car, a job,
and a normal life

and a woman who, when she says
she's bringing me coffee,

brings me coffee
instead of stealing my money

and taking your car.

Who... who... whose car?

You can go to Reno
if you want,

but my black ass
ain't coming.

Whose car?

Ow! Shit!

You know, I believe that God
brought you back to me, Ray.

No, I do.
I mean, look at you.

You're going down
for the one fucking murder

you didn't commit.

I mean,
that's divine retribution.

Aah-ha!

Ow! Shit!

Where's the poker?

Have you checked
your ass, Ray?

Ow!

W-what'd you think
was gonna happen?

What, did you think you'd be
sitting at the Super Bowl

in a skybox with the Finneys,
sipping Cristal

while Beyoncé shakes her ass
for you down on the field?

Ow! Fuck!

You know, I have bolt cutters
in the van.

I can cut off his testicles.

Please, take my balls, okay?

All they ever caused me
was trouble.

Fuck you, Ray.

All right, all right, all right!
It's in your apartment!

It's in the heating vent
in the bedroom, okay?

But I already called the cops,
so you're too fucking late.

Even if you get there
on time, Ray,

it's still your word
against Andrew Finney's.

Who's gonna believe you?

You're a fucking nobody.

You fucking moron!

Ray Donovan, we have a
warrant to search the premises!

Open up, or we're knocking
this door down.

Have a seat.
This shouldn't take long.

Take all the time you need.

What happened here?

I don't recall.

You recognize that face?

That is a picture
taken of Varick Strauss

driving into Mexico
on his way to Belize,

but that's not Varick,
is it?

- Hard to tell.
- Really?

'Cause
his name is Avi Rudin,

and he's worked for you
for 15 years.

Still not ringing any bells?

It's a pretty grainy picture.

Captain.

Didn't find
what you're looking for?

You can keep that.

Maybe something
will come back to you.

All right, guys, let's go.

- Where you going?
- Oh, hey.

I'm... I'm going over to my friend
Debbie's to grab my homework.

Why doesn't she
bring it here?

She doesn't have a car.

- Does your mom know?
- Yeah, she knows.

Why don't we call her now
and see?

- Hey, Terry.
- We got a problem.

What is it, kiddo?

Cindy, that girl
I met at the Internet party...

she's a prostitute,
isn't she?

She sure is, son.

You think I still
have a shot with her?

You're a romantic like me.

Conor,
you had your first experience,

and you're a man now.

I'm gonna give you
some advice.

It's good advice.

Stay away from sex workers
till you're older.

Okay?

Hey.

Grandpa,
you can't leave.

I'm sorry, Con.

I have to for many reasons.

Dad doesn't talk to me
like you do.

- Oh, no?
- No, not at all.

At least it
doesn't feel like it.

Go grab us a couple of beers.
I'll be right down.

These three boxes of porno
are the last of your stuff.

Those tapes been
through a lot.

Your girl, Teresa,
is nice.

Nice,
but in marriage,

you got to be vigilant
to keep an upper hand.

Pop.

I'm serious. You let her
boss you around too much,

she'll run off with Rico
the mechanic or something.

She's not going anywhere.

The way we talk
to each other,

that's the way
we both like it.

All right.
You're progressive.

You know the reason
we got that truck?

Teresa wants to fill it
with kids.

Yeah!
That's great.

- It's exciting.
- You bet.

Scary.

Well, that's life.

Yeah.

I guess you're not gonna
be around for it.

Daryll, Conor,
come on out.

I got something to say.

Here.

What's up, Pop?

I haven't been
completely honest with you...

about why I'm going away.

I'm... well, I've been scared
to tell you the truth,

but I guess
you're gonna find out anyway.

It's inevitable, so it's better
you hear it from me.

What are you
talking about, Pop?

I got Alzheimer's.

- What?
- Here.

Take a look.

It's, uh, still
in the early stages.

It's just a matter of time
before I forget who you are,

and the real reason
I'm going to Reno

is...

I don't want you guys
to be there for that.

That's what family's for, Pop.

Let me see that.

Pop, if you're gonna
be getting sick,

we want to make sure
we're there for you.

I mean, Alzheimer's?

It's not just that.

You may think I'm paranoid,

but I'm afraid
that when it gets real bad,

Ray's gonna lock me up
in a home somewhere.

Wait a minute.
Did he say that?

- Didn't have to.
- Dad would never do that.

Mick, I mean, that sounds
a little extreme, you know?

It's no secret Ray and I have
a complicated relationship.

He's my son, and I love him,
but I'm scared.

I'm scared
that when I'm weak,

he's gonna take advantage
of me.

I'm afraid to even talk
to him about it.

That... that's crazy.

I mean, that...
No, this is fucked up.

I shouldn't have even
said anything.

I'm gonna fire up the grill

and...

get this party going.

Bunch, did you know?

- I didn't...
- Alzheimer's?

Sir, still no luck
on that weapon.

Well, that's all right.
Paige Finney's coming in.

She's prepared to corroborate
her father's story.

One hour.

Let's make sure
she feels welcome.

You shouldn't be here.

You told my mom
that I stole your pills?

Do you realize
I could be fucking put in jail

for ten years at least,

and then when I get out, I'd be
registered as a sex offender?

We didn't even do anything.

It's enough to ruin my life.

I don't want to ruin your life.
I don't want that.

I just want to be with you.

Bridget, it's in your head.

It's not in my head.

I love you.

Jesus Christ.

I know you want me.

I know you want
to be with me.

But I can't.
You know that.

I'll be 18 in six months.

You have to go.

You out of your
fucking mind?

- You followed me?
- Fucking right I did.

Get in the car.

So what do you want to do?

Not sure yet.

Okay, I say
we kill Cochran.

Put him in the incinerator
with the evidence.

You guys, hold on.

Paige Finney's heading downtown
right now to give her statement.

Shit.
Stay here.

Hey, kiddo.

Grandpa told us
what's going on.

- He said he's sick.
- What?

He's leaving
because he thinks you're gonna

lock him up somewhere.

I told him
you wouldn't do that,

but he doesn't believe me.

Conor, listen to me.

Let me talk to him.
It's Bunchy.

He's not gonna be a burden
at all, Ray, okay?

He's gonna live
with Teresa and me.

We already decided.

Now, you got to talk to him.

He's not sick.

He showed us
his diagnosis, Ray.

Bunch, put him on.

Oh.

Ray Ray.

I couldn't hide it from 'em.
I felt like a liar.

Listen to me,
you piece of shit.

I don't give a fuck
what you told 'em.

You're leaving tonight.
You hear me?

Oh, you don't have
to say that, Ray.

Are you sure?

Mick, I'm not gonna
tell you again.

- I'm not...
- Okay, Ray. Bye-bye.

Conor, thank you
for making that call.

- What'd he say?
- Yeah.

He told me not to go.

What do you want?

What's the matter with you?

Talk to me.

I don't have to talk
to you.

You're breaking
your mother's heart.

Why do you care so fucking much
about my mother's heart, huh?

That's nice.

She's gonna tell Dad.

That's up to her.

If she does, he'll kill him.

And maybe he deserves it?

If anyone lays a hand on him,

you will never
fucking see me again.

Hey.

You're not going
up there until we talk.

Paige.

I didn't kill your husband.

I know you didn't, Ray.

Is that what you're
gonna tell the cops?

My father already
went up there

and gave his statement
to the police.

If I tell the truth,
I'll always be known as the girl

whose daddy fucked her husband
and then killed him.

What did he promise you,
Paige?

Put me away
and you get everything?

Let you run the company?

Huh?

You can go up there
and tell 'em anything you want.

Your father's going down
either way.

- What do you have?
- All of it.

The body, weapon,
Cochran.

Who do you think
is more powerful in this town,

you or Andrew Finney?

I don't know.

Why don't you go up there
and find out?

Or tell the truth
and get it all.

Who knows?
You play your cards right,

you might even keep the team.

You think
that's all I care about.

He hit him
with a fireplace poker.

I saw the whole thing.

You're saying
you were there for this?

I walked in,
saw them both covered in blood.

Ms. Finney...

...why would your father
kill your husband?

They were lovers.

Unsubstantiated accusations
like that...

It's the truth.

Are you protecting
Ray Donovan?

Why would I do that?

Because you're afraid
for your life.

We know he's threatened
your family.

Who told you that, my dad?

We won't let him hurt you.
You're safe here.

Ray didn't do it.
My dad did.

- Ms. Finney...
- What if I told you

where the body was,
an exact location?

You'd be legally obligated
to investigate it, right?

Of course.

Get me out of here! Come on!

Ray! Ray!
Come on!

Get me out of here, man.
Come on, man.

Dad.

Paige. Darling.
What is it?

I just wanted to stop by
on my way home.

- I just gave my statement.
- Oh, thank you.

Y-you...

We did the right thing.

It'll all be over soon.

Well, the trial
will be a terrible distraction,

but we'll come through it
stronger than ever,

and I do want to apologize
to you for what I said before.

You were right.

I did bring him
into the family.

That's on me.

Let me out of here, Ray.
Ray! Ray!

I'll take good care
of the business, you know.

Of course you will,
when the time comes.

Never doubted that.

You've been a great mentor.

Well, I've made mistakes.

Everybody does.

Part of the territory.

But I mean on balance.

No, look where you are.

And look what you've done.

You're being sentimental.

Good-bye, Dad.

End of the line, asshole.

Just get it over with,
motherfucker.

You sure you want those
to be your last words?

Fuck you, Ray.

All right, wait, wait.

Don't worry, Cochran.

You got the rest of your life
to look forward to.

You think you're pretty
fucking smart, don't you?

Not as smart as I used to be.

I got a brain disease.

You're gonna get
in that fucking truck,

and you're gonna leave.

You hear me?

Or I'm taking you in.

Oh, yeah?
Where?

Sunny Creek Medical Center.

Trust me,
it's a real shithole.

I'm afraid
I don't like, uh, either

of those options, Ray Ray.

Fuck you.
Let's go.

They don't want me to go, Ray.
You know why?

Because I make them feel good.

You don't make
people feel good.

You make them feel small
and shitty.

What are you gonna say
to the family, Ray, huh?

Either you tricked
their beloved grandfather

into signing away his rights,

or you're the kind of son

that dumps his demented old man
in a nursing home.

Either way,
they're gonna hate you.

Checkmate, Ralph.

Ralph, no.
Randy?

I'm sorry.
I forgot your name.

Don't take it personal.
It's the Alzheimer's.

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird

♪ Fly away home

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird

♪ Fly away home

♪ Fly to the universe

♪ Fly away
for what it's worth ♪

♪ Or fly away
into the everything ♪

♪ Fly away, fly away

♪ Fly away

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird

♪ Fly away home

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird

♪ Fly away home

♪ Fly to the universe

♪ Fly away to the edge
of the Earth ♪

♪ Fly away
into the everything ♪

♪ Fly away, fly away

♪ Fly away

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird

♪ Butcher bird, butcher bird