Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 7 - All Must Be Loved - full transcript
Ray meets Father Romero to confront him about his past. Bridget makes a move on her new crush. Rays deal with Paige Finney become more complicated.
[Ray]
Previously on Ray Donovan...
I'll give you the phone
for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much?
- 5%.
2.5%.
3%.
Done.
Congratulations.
You wanted a football team.
You bought it.
- Ray, you're smiling.
- Must be contagious.
- I shot him.
- You shot who?
My abuser.
I shot him in the stomach,
and Ray shot him in the head.
[gunshot]
Thank you for telling me that.
You like him.
- Who?
- Donellen.
What are you looking at?
This is Marvin.
- He was my boyfriend.
- Sarah.
I was wondering if maybe we
could buy the bar from my dad.
I don't see why not.
[Terry]
You see him, Ray?
- See who?
- Get down!
[gunshots]
What the fuck are you doing?
It's just the Parkinson's,
Terry.
Doctor said
this could happen.
Hi, I'm Helen Miller,
Fish and Game.
She is gonna fix
the bird situation at the field.
No governor, no stadium.
No stadium, no football.
We are now projecting
that Meg Townsend
will be the first female
governor of California.
Fucking governor lost.
3%, huh, Paige?
I'm so disappointed
in you, Ray.
I mean,
you didn't think I'd find out?
She got what she wanted,
and you got 3%
of fucking nothing.
Good night, Ray.
What are you doing
with those people, Ray?
[birds chirping]
[pensive music playing]
♪
[clicking tongue]
[whistling]
♪
[doorbell chimes]
Are the papers in order?
- Yes.
- Great, he's upstairs.
[woman on PA] Nurse Grand
to oncology three, please.
Nurse Grand to oncology three.
You all right?
I'm not seeing fucking Aryans,
if that's what you're asking.
I don't sleep much.
What, restlessness, insomnia?
It's like I'm having dreams
when I'm awake.
Other day,
I'm lying in my bed,
and suddenly my clothes start
fucking walking around the room.
[chuckles]
- What's funny?
- Nothing, nothing.
Just another symptom
we can manage with medication.
Yeah, well,
it's not fucking funny.
No, of course it's not.
We'll change your medication,
and we'll start you off
on some occupational therapy.
Sounds like a plan.
[Dr. Righellis] So tell me,
where are you living now?
In my gym.
And you have assistance there?
Yeah, I got a guy
who helps me with the fighters.
No, no, I'm not talking
about help with your job,
I mean
someone with medical training
to help you
with your daily needs.
No, I don't need
nobody like that.
Parkinson's follows
a predictable course.
This is the time
we start talking to patients
about in-home support.
Living alone isn't going to be
your best option.
[exhales]
[light rock music playing]
♪
[engine turns over]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[horn honks]
You motherfuckers!
- My Caddy!
- What happened?
[spits] The fucking Armenians
came over to collect, Pop.
Came in the house with a gun,
put it in my face,
and pistol-whipped me.
How much are they after?
$30,000.
Pop, you said this whole
title thing was a formality,
that they wouldn't take my car!
I'm sorry, kiddo.
Get collecting from the girls.
I'm sure this is all
a big fucking misunderstanding.
$30,000?
[sirens wailing]
[muffled hip-hop music plays
on the stereo]
♪
My shorts.
Nobody wants to see
a grown man wearing these.
Besides, your legs
are too skinny.
You gonna give that
to charity?
Gonna give it
to the garbageman.
Oh, this is pretty.
[Teresa]
It's for my big brother.
He died
before I was born.
Huh.
What's with the dead bird?
His life flew away.
Can I talk to you a sec?
Sure.
You saw that woman?
Yeah.
Yeah.
She's gonna be my wife.
Yeah?
I'm gonna need
my settlement money now.
We need to go talk
to that lawyer again.
Look, slow the fuck down,
Bunch.
- It's my settlement.
- Okay.
- How long have you known her?
- What does it matter, Ray?
I love her,
and I want my money.
I'm not signing over
all that money
just so you can give it
to somebody you just met, Bunch.
I'm the one who stood up
in front of the fucking world
and admitted
what happened to me.
You didn't do that.
No, I didn't.
Well, I'm gonna expect you
to transfer the account
to my name this week.
So I spoke
to your sister about the bar,
went over the particulars,
inventory, furniture, fixtures,
and tax returns.
- Great.
- If you say so.
Place is a fucking money pit.
Hasn't turned a profit
in 12 years.
It's not about profit.
It's about family.
You know,
most wives want a shop
where they can sell soap
or that type of shit.
You want a dive
in South Boston.
Ah, whatever keeps it fresh
at home.
Can we just get this over with?
Fine.
Ray needs to come up
with $375,000,
and then you win some kind
of sister-of-the-year award.
Oh, thank God
you're here.
- Harriet.
- Hey.
We're just going over
the papers for my dad's place.
[dog barking in the distance]
Haven't changed your mind,
have you?
No.
[Abby] So you're okay with me
going forward with this?
Sure.
Everything in order,
Harriet?
Massachusetts is not gonna
do much for you tax-wise.
Get it done.
[dog continues barking]
[door creaks]
[gentle music playing]
♪
[exhales]
[grunts]
[typing]
[dialing]
[phone line rings]
[phone rings]
[Paige]
Ray?
[Ray] We can still make
that property work.
It's fucking over.
Without Verona,
we can't budge Fish and Game.
We can't force the sale
of the apartments.
How quickly can you put
together $200,000 in cash?
- Why?
- Can you do it?
Yes.
Call me when it's done.
[Abby]
Ray?
You know they'd have lost
the bar without you.
Thank you.
What are you doing
sitting in here?
I, uh, took Terry
to a specialist today.
And?
He's getting worse.
I think he should move in here
with us.
Okay.
Has Terry agreed to that?
I haven't told him yet.
[engine revs]
Hey. Hey!
- Yo!
- [engine starts]
Hey, give me my ca...
[tires squealing]
Fuck you!
What the fuck?
What happened?
You guys okay?
That little guy
shook us down.
He took the money?
We're not there yet.
You sure about that?
Bunchy's getting married.
What?
To who?
I don't know her name,
some Mexican wrestler.
Jesus Christ,
she works fast.
He's gonna get
his heart broke.
Ray, come on.
[phone ringing]
[clears throat]
Yeah.
- I have the money.
- Where are you?
My father's plant.
Don't move.
Who was that?
Work.
Go ahead.
I got this.
I'd never even heard
of Calabasas before I met you.
It's not so bad.
Anyone home?
It's so far away; it's like
I'm on vacation or something.
[laughter]
Got anything to drink?
Um, Coke,
maybe some lemonade.
Something to drink, drink.
Sure. Sure.
[pop music plays on the stereo]
♪ It's like the sun coming
After the rain ♪
♪ It's like... ♪
I've got a surprise
for you.
What?
Go on Facebook.
Type in Sarah Donellen.
- What?
- Do it.
He didn't take down
her Facebook page.
This is so creepy.
Check this out.
_
- Oh, my God.
- What?
She died in Sayulita.
That's so sad.
♪
[exhales]
[birds squawking]
That's called murmuration.
It only takes a single bird
making the slightest shift
in course to move
the entire flock.
You all right?
Fucking tip-top.
Here's the $200,000.
What's it for?
Fish and Game lady.
Well,
even if she takes the money,
Napier's demanding $90 million
for those apartments.
My father's never gonna pay
for that.
I'm gonna go see Helen Miller.
Sort out Napier next.
Ray.
I served Varick with
divorce papers this morning.
Is that gonna cause problems?
[chuckles]
Of all kinds.
[phone ringing in the distance]
Oh, hello.
I'm Helen Miller.
Ray Donovan.
Oh.
Yeah, we met at the, uh,
the governor's party.
Yeah,
you're Andrew Finney's man.
Right.
What's this?
The Finney family
would like to make a donation
to the California Aviary
Project.
Well, I have never heard
of such an organization.
Its chief concern
is the preservation
of the tricolored blackbird.
Are you bribing me?
Open it.
Mr. Donovan, the nesting site
of the blackbird
is protected by statutes.
The family
was hoping your commission
could help find the birds
a new place to nest.
The Agelaius Tricolor
is a bird of very specific
migratory patterns.
Sure.
They've been nesting
at that Redondo plant
for over 60 years.
Have you seen the plant,
Helen?
It's a shithole.
I'm sure those birds
would be happy for a change.
Well,
it is a very nice bag.
I'll be in touch.
That won't be necessary.
Enjoy the bag.
Helen Miller signed off.
[Paige]
What?
That's amazing.
She should have
the paperwork filed
by the end of the week.
I'll call you
when I got a line on Napier.
You there?
I have to call you back.
You can't do this.
It's over, Varick.
This isn't gonna
go over well.
I want you out by tonight.
Look, you're tired,
and you're upset.
No, I want you
out of here by tonight.
I'll go to a hotel
for a few nights and...
till you calm down.
I don't need to calm down,
and a few days in a hotel isn't
gonna change a fucking thing.
Could...
_
[strums guitar]
_
[lightly strumming]
[door clicks open]
[Daryll]
Hey, where'd you go, Pop?
You straighten
everything out?
Working on it.
Davros, I got the money.
Where should we meet?
Fine, I'll be there.
You got the money?
Sure.
From where?
I'm a resourceful person.
What is this?
We got a plumbing problem?
So to speak.
Where's Audrey?
We were in the middle of a game.
Not anymore.
Little kid wiped me out.
I need you
to figure out an angle
on a guy
named Roger Napier.
What do you want him to do?
Let go of a piece of property
he's holding.
[phone rings]
- Raymond Donovan?
- Yeah.
My name is Thomas Romero.
I spoke
with your brother Brendan
about the murder
of Father Daniel O'Connor.
[birds cooing]
Mr. Donovan,
are you there?
I need to speak with you
in person.
I'll send you an address.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Yeah.
- Forget about Napier.
I need you to look
into something else for me.
All I got's a name.
[muffled music plays
on the stereo]
We got to talk.
- What's wrong?
- In the office, now.
Who the fuck is Thomas Romero?
He's a friend of mine.
Yeah?
How do you know him?
He comes to SNAP.
Did you talk to him
about O'Connor?
What? No.
No?
So why is he calling me
asking about a murder?
Thomas is a SNAP guy.
He was abused too.
What did you tell him
about Father O'Connor, Bunch?
I never said that name.
Tell me exactly
what you fucking said.
It's hard to remember.
Well, you better
fucking remember.
I guess I...
I told him that I shot him
in the stomach,
and you shot him in the head.
You fucking idiot.
You fucking idiot!
- You ratted your brother!
- Hey, all right, all right.
You ratted
your fucking brother!
You have any idea
what you've done?
- I didn't rat on nobody!
- Calm down. All right.
- Yeah?
- He's a friend of mine!
Yeah, the fuck he is!
You get it now, Bunch,
why Ray can't let you
have that money?
Why we can't let you marry
that fucking Mexican?
[grunts]
Jesus fucking Christ,
what are you doing?
- You don't say that!
- You can't fucking hit him!
- You all right?
- [exhales]
[phone rings]
Yeah.
Thomas Romero's
a priest, Ray.
- What?
- Yeah.
He runs something called
the Servants of Paraclete.
It's where the Catholic Church
sends their child molesters.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No, he's 51,
he's been there for 15 years,
and before that,
he was in Baltimore.
That's all I got.
Jesus.
[scoffs]
Your SNAP friend was sent
by the Catholic Church.
Oh, fuck.
What?
He's a priest.
Thomas is a priest?
What are we gonna do?
I'll take care of it.
The church talks to the cops,
and the cops look into it...
What's he got?
Something Bunchy told him.
That's it.
You know how many
Catholic cops there are?
You don't think someone
high up in the church
isn't gonna call one of them
to get his way?
That is not the play.
He wouldn't have called me...
Well, the play sure as hell
ain't asking you
to say a Hail Mary.
- I'm going by myself.
- No, you're not.
Sit the fuck down, Bunch,
all right?
[Bunchy] I know him.
I can talk to him, guys.
[Ray]
You're not talking to anyone.
You're gonna keep
your fucking mouth shut.
You understand me, huh?
You're in over
your fucking head, Bunch.
It's the truth,
and you fucking know it.
I know you two think
that I'm not smart...
...that I'm weak,
but it ain't true.
Look, Bunch...
I can't help it
if people lie
and cheat and do bad things.
I never hurt nobody.
I know, Bunch.
- Brendan.
- I can't.
Hey.
You don't treat him like that.
He's not a boy.
Stay out of this.
Maybe he'd act more grown up
if you didn't treat him
like a fucking baby.
Mind your business.
Brendan is
my fucking business.
We're in love.
You better get used to me.
[hip-hop music plays
on stereo]
♪
I'm coming.
Stay here.
I'm not letting you
go alone.
[light guitar music playing]
♪
Have you been drinking,
Bridge?
No, I had a friend come over,
and she went into the liquor.
[scoffs]
Jesus fucking Christ.
No, I wasn't drinking.
She was.
Things I did
when I was your age,
I don't even want
to fucking tell you.
[laughs]
[sighs]
Why'd you, uh,
why'd you choose Dad?
[laughs]
I always understood him,
and he understood me.
We had each other's back.
What if... I don't know...
what if Daddy hadn't liked you?
Would you still have
gone after him?
Is there someone you like,
Bridge?
Someone you want
to go after?
Yeah,
but he's sort of aloof.
That's just teenage bullshit.
It's a pose.
Of course
he fucking likes you.
You should make a move.
Show me his picture.
No, no, he's, um,
he's not on Facebook.
Okay.
I should get back to this.
All right.
I love you,
sweetheart.
- No more of this for you.
- [laughs]
[sighs]
_
That was stupid.
[sighs]
I spoke to Abby.
We're gonna give you
the guest room.
What?
You're moving in
with us, Terry.
I'm not moving
into your house.
Did you hear what the doctor
said this morning?
You remember when Bunchy used to
hide those girl superhero comics
in his room,
like they were Playboys?
What made you think of that?
He's been looking for a woman
like that all his life.
It's like that Mexican girl
of his just walked out
of one of those comic books.
Move in with us, Terry.
I'll think about it.
Hey, yo, Pop,
you ready?
Yeah.
Hey, to what do
we owe this pleasure?
I'm getting married, Pop.
Holy shit.
Her name is Teresa,
and she's
a Mexican-American luchadora.
[laughs]
My baby boy
is gonna tie the knot, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm your youngest son,
though, Pop.
From a proper marriage
is all I'm saying.
- Wow.
- What a fucking mitzvah, huh?
Here, let's have a drink,
celebrate here.
D.
I ain't drinking.
Well, here's to you.
Is something wrong?
I got someone to support now,
and Ray won't give me
my settlement money.
Oh, he won't, huh?
[Bunchy]
I'm tired of this shit.
I was wondering if I could come
do some more work for you.
Well, you come
at a very auspicious moment.
- I have?
- We're doing a big negotiation.
And I can certainly use
an extra hand.
[soft piano music playing]
♪
[buzzer]
You ever blame me
for O'Connor?
Why would you say that?
I heard you crying
some nights.
I knew what you
were crying about.
What are we gonna do
with this guy?
We are not doing anything.
[Terry]
I'm coming with you.
No, you're not.
Stay here.
[car door closes]
[door opens]
Mr. Donovan,
I'm Thomas Romero.
What do you want?
I need to talk to you
about Father O'Connor.
I can't help you there.
You wouldn't have come this far
if what your brother told me
wasn't true.
Please.
You afraid of driving fast?
No.
Slide over behind
the steering wheel.
Keep the car running.
Yeah,
the old pistol-whip thing,
that's some bitch shit, man.
- I like the suit.
- Thank you.
You got the money?
I do.
You gonna give my son
his car back?
Keys.
Get out of here.
Hey, what the fuck is this,
funny money?
You want my business,
here's my business.
[both grunting]
Ohh.
[whimpers]
[breathing heavily]
[groans]
Ahh! Ahh!
[screams]
Bunch, Bunch, stop.
Bunch, stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
He's down.
He's down, all right?
Be cool.
Chill, chill, chill.
Listen, listen, listen,
get Pop home, all right?
Let's get out of here.
Get Pop out.
I'm right behind you.
[tires squealing]
I was sent here under orders
from the Vatican
to put a system in place
for treating priests
who had sinned
against children.
I brought in
psychiatric professionals,
created a place
of vocational renewal
built in the spirit
of healing and hope.
Good night, Father Romero.
Good night, Anthony.
God bless.
[indistinct chatter]
[coughs]
Pray that when you see
a priest beaten down,
you see in him Jesus.
You mean like Father O'Connor?
Father O'Connor left
a trail of wreckage.
It's true,
but over many years,
he worked through
what he did.
- He took responsibility.
- Don't kid yourself.
He went through
a full disclosure.
Told me
all about your brother.
Told me all about you.
What's that
supposed to mean, huh?
[laughs]
- What did he tell you about me?
- Everything.
[clock ticking]
No, I didn't bring you here
to threaten you,
Mr. Donovan, trust me.
Why,
because you're a priest?
You already lied
to my brother.
What the fuck
do you want?
After he left the Paraclete,
Father O'Connor and I
spoke twice a day,
in the morning
when he woke up
and the evening
before he went to sleep.
Then he disappeared.
I figured I'd made a grave error
in letting him go,
that he'd returned
to his former ways.
Then his body was found,
and I knew his past
had caught up with him.
Yeah, well, you know,
like I said,
I can't help you there.
You hated him,
and for good reason.
He did to you the worst thing
a man could do to a child,
but he atoned.
He devoted himself
to his recovery and to Christ.
He tried to make amends
every day
through his life
and his work.
He wasn't innocent.
He wasn't innocent,
not when he hurt you,
but he was innocent
when you killed him.
You got nothing.
A conversation
with my alcoholic brother.
You're not listening to me.
I have everything you need.
Yeah?
What do I need?
Forgiveness.
I want to forgive you.
Admit what you did.
Come with me right now
to the chapel and confess.
Accept God,
and you and I
will forget everything
that came before this.
You're saying I confess,
and you don't go to the cops.
Admit what you did,
why you did it,
repent,
and all will be forgiven.
[soft music playing]
♪
When's the last time
you were in church?
I don't remember.
I've been where you
and your brother were.
I had violence
in my heart.
What's that
supposed to mean?
I didn't deceive
your brother Brendan.
I told him the truth.
I told him my story,
and that's why
he told me yours.
You can trust me.
Trust that the seal
of confession is absolute.
All you've got to do
is ask Him, Ray.
Let Him teach you
to forgive.
[exhales]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's, uh...
...been 36 years
since my last confession.
I...
Wait, Ray.
Don't go.
Ray, prison will not help you
or your brother, only God will.
- You got nothing.
- You believe, Ray.
I know you do.
You would not have hesitated
at the door of the confessional
if you didn't;
don't walk away from this.
Repent.
Repent now
or face excommunication.
What?
Repent now
or face excommunication.
[Ray]
I'm the sinner?
You hide and protect these men
who should be dead or in prison,
and I'm the fucking sinner?
- I know you feel hate.
- Fuck you.
I know how badly
he hurt you,
and I know how much
you loved him.
[grunting]
I'll fucking kill you.
Fuck you!
I'll kill you and every one
of these fucking freaks
you got hiding in here.
[Thomas speaking Latin]
In the name of God,
the all powerful Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost,
and all of the saints,
I deprive you
of the Communion
of the Body and Blood
of Our Lord...
You think
I fucking care, huh?
You think
I need your fucking church?
And anathematized.
I judge you...
What did you do
for my sister, my mother?
Burst the fetters
of the demon.
What did your church
ever do for me, huh?
- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- [speaking Latin]
And fuck your forgiveness!
Fiat in die judicii.
Fiat. Fiat.
Fiat.
Repent.
Let me help you.
- Okay.
- Come on, Pop.
Come here.
Let's get you
sitting down here.
- You all right?
- Don't touch me there.
That's it.
You gonna be okay?
I'm fine.
That was nothing.
[exhales]
You do know they're gonna
come after us, right?
Sometimes you've got to
push back to get some respect.
They are going
to come after us.
My fucking suit
is ruined.
I got to get back
to my girl.
You were a lion
out there tonight,
a fucking lion.
[light guitar music playing]
♪
♪ Strange things are happening
♪ Every day
♪ I hear the music
♪ Up above my head
♪ Though the sight
Of my heart ♪
He excommunicated us.
[Bridget]
♪ Has left me again
Me.
No, he said "accomplices."
He didn't mean you.
Yes, he did.
He meant me,
and he meant Bunchy.
You didn't do anything, Terry.
We killed a priest.
[Bridget]
♪ Secrets are written
♪ In the sky
♪ Looks like
I've lost the love ♪
♪ I've never found ♪
♪ Though the sound of hope
♪ Has left me again
♪ I hear music up above
Get your stuff.
What are we gonna do
about the priest, Ray?
I don't know.
You don't know?
I don't fucking know, Terry.
I got to think about it.
Right now,
I don't know.
Get your stuff.
You tell Abby
I appreciate the offer,
but I can't move in with you.
You don't have a choice, Ter.
You got a lot going on
in your life, Ray.
You don't need no more.
Don't worry
about what I need.
You need your family,
your family.
The rest of us
are lost causes.
[Bridget]
♪ I hear Rosetta singing
♪ In the night
♪ Echoes of light
That shine like stars ♪
♪ After they're gone ♪
♪ And tonight she's my guide ♪
♪ As I go out alone
♪ With the music
♪ Up above
[phone chimes]
_
[phone chimes]
[phone rings]
- Yeah.
- Where have you been?
- Something came up.
- I was worried.
I'm fine.
I'll call you in the morning.
I need you to come
to my house now.
Paige...
I figured out
how to handle Napier.
It's going to work out
for everyone,
but I need you to come now.
[dog barking in the distance]
[phone rings]
Hey, Ray.
I'm gonna be late.
The room's almost ready.
Looks fucking great.
Yeah?
Terry says he, uh,
doesn't want to move in.
- Is he okay?
- He's fine.
He just says he doesn't want
to move in anymore.
Are you okay?
[sighs]
I'm sorry I put you through
all that trouble.
It's all right.
Maybe he'll change his mind.
I don't know about that.
So where are you?
I got work.
Okay, Ray.
[sighs]
[doorbell chimes]
In hindsight, my marriage
was good for everyone.
My dad got to be
around Varick,
and I got my dad's attention.
[liquid pours]
Drink?
You called about the deal,
said you figured it out.
I lied.
- I got to go.
- Why?
I don't know
many men like you.
Sure you do.
No, the men I know
want money and power,
but you don't give a fuck
about those things.
You don't care
about houses or cars.
How do you know?
Because you're addicted
to the fight.
I got to go, Paige.
No, you don't.
[tense music playing]
♪
♪
Previously on Ray Donovan...
I'll give you the phone
for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much?
- 5%.
2.5%.
3%.
Done.
Congratulations.
You wanted a football team.
You bought it.
- Ray, you're smiling.
- Must be contagious.
- I shot him.
- You shot who?
My abuser.
I shot him in the stomach,
and Ray shot him in the head.
[gunshot]
Thank you for telling me that.
You like him.
- Who?
- Donellen.
What are you looking at?
This is Marvin.
- He was my boyfriend.
- Sarah.
I was wondering if maybe we
could buy the bar from my dad.
I don't see why not.
[Terry]
You see him, Ray?
- See who?
- Get down!
[gunshots]
What the fuck are you doing?
It's just the Parkinson's,
Terry.
Doctor said
this could happen.
Hi, I'm Helen Miller,
Fish and Game.
She is gonna fix
the bird situation at the field.
No governor, no stadium.
No stadium, no football.
We are now projecting
that Meg Townsend
will be the first female
governor of California.
Fucking governor lost.
3%, huh, Paige?
I'm so disappointed
in you, Ray.
I mean,
you didn't think I'd find out?
She got what she wanted,
and you got 3%
of fucking nothing.
Good night, Ray.
What are you doing
with those people, Ray?
[birds chirping]
[pensive music playing]
♪
[clicking tongue]
[whistling]
♪
[doorbell chimes]
Are the papers in order?
- Yes.
- Great, he's upstairs.
[woman on PA] Nurse Grand
to oncology three, please.
Nurse Grand to oncology three.
You all right?
I'm not seeing fucking Aryans,
if that's what you're asking.
I don't sleep much.
What, restlessness, insomnia?
It's like I'm having dreams
when I'm awake.
Other day,
I'm lying in my bed,
and suddenly my clothes start
fucking walking around the room.
[chuckles]
- What's funny?
- Nothing, nothing.
Just another symptom
we can manage with medication.
Yeah, well,
it's not fucking funny.
No, of course it's not.
We'll change your medication,
and we'll start you off
on some occupational therapy.
Sounds like a plan.
[Dr. Righellis] So tell me,
where are you living now?
In my gym.
And you have assistance there?
Yeah, I got a guy
who helps me with the fighters.
No, no, I'm not talking
about help with your job,
I mean
someone with medical training
to help you
with your daily needs.
No, I don't need
nobody like that.
Parkinson's follows
a predictable course.
This is the time
we start talking to patients
about in-home support.
Living alone isn't going to be
your best option.
[exhales]
[light rock music playing]
♪
[engine turns over]
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
[horn honks]
You motherfuckers!
- My Caddy!
- What happened?
[spits] The fucking Armenians
came over to collect, Pop.
Came in the house with a gun,
put it in my face,
and pistol-whipped me.
How much are they after?
$30,000.
Pop, you said this whole
title thing was a formality,
that they wouldn't take my car!
I'm sorry, kiddo.
Get collecting from the girls.
I'm sure this is all
a big fucking misunderstanding.
$30,000?
[sirens wailing]
[muffled hip-hop music plays
on the stereo]
♪
My shorts.
Nobody wants to see
a grown man wearing these.
Besides, your legs
are too skinny.
You gonna give that
to charity?
Gonna give it
to the garbageman.
Oh, this is pretty.
[Teresa]
It's for my big brother.
He died
before I was born.
Huh.
What's with the dead bird?
His life flew away.
Can I talk to you a sec?
Sure.
You saw that woman?
Yeah.
Yeah.
She's gonna be my wife.
Yeah?
I'm gonna need
my settlement money now.
We need to go talk
to that lawyer again.
Look, slow the fuck down,
Bunch.
- It's my settlement.
- Okay.
- How long have you known her?
- What does it matter, Ray?
I love her,
and I want my money.
I'm not signing over
all that money
just so you can give it
to somebody you just met, Bunch.
I'm the one who stood up
in front of the fucking world
and admitted
what happened to me.
You didn't do that.
No, I didn't.
Well, I'm gonna expect you
to transfer the account
to my name this week.
So I spoke
to your sister about the bar,
went over the particulars,
inventory, furniture, fixtures,
and tax returns.
- Great.
- If you say so.
Place is a fucking money pit.
Hasn't turned a profit
in 12 years.
It's not about profit.
It's about family.
You know,
most wives want a shop
where they can sell soap
or that type of shit.
You want a dive
in South Boston.
Ah, whatever keeps it fresh
at home.
Can we just get this over with?
Fine.
Ray needs to come up
with $375,000,
and then you win some kind
of sister-of-the-year award.
Oh, thank God
you're here.
- Harriet.
- Hey.
We're just going over
the papers for my dad's place.
[dog barking in the distance]
Haven't changed your mind,
have you?
No.
[Abby] So you're okay with me
going forward with this?
Sure.
Everything in order,
Harriet?
Massachusetts is not gonna
do much for you tax-wise.
Get it done.
[dog continues barking]
[door creaks]
[gentle music playing]
♪
[exhales]
[grunts]
[typing]
[dialing]
[phone line rings]
[phone rings]
[Paige]
Ray?
[Ray] We can still make
that property work.
It's fucking over.
Without Verona,
we can't budge Fish and Game.
We can't force the sale
of the apartments.
How quickly can you put
together $200,000 in cash?
- Why?
- Can you do it?
Yes.
Call me when it's done.
[Abby]
Ray?
You know they'd have lost
the bar without you.
Thank you.
What are you doing
sitting in here?
I, uh, took Terry
to a specialist today.
And?
He's getting worse.
I think he should move in here
with us.
Okay.
Has Terry agreed to that?
I haven't told him yet.
[engine revs]
Hey. Hey!
- Yo!
- [engine starts]
Hey, give me my ca...
[tires squealing]
Fuck you!
What the fuck?
What happened?
You guys okay?
That little guy
shook us down.
He took the money?
We're not there yet.
You sure about that?
Bunchy's getting married.
What?
To who?
I don't know her name,
some Mexican wrestler.
Jesus Christ,
she works fast.
He's gonna get
his heart broke.
Ray, come on.
[phone ringing]
[clears throat]
Yeah.
- I have the money.
- Where are you?
My father's plant.
Don't move.
Who was that?
Work.
Go ahead.
I got this.
I'd never even heard
of Calabasas before I met you.
It's not so bad.
Anyone home?
It's so far away; it's like
I'm on vacation or something.
[laughter]
Got anything to drink?
Um, Coke,
maybe some lemonade.
Something to drink, drink.
Sure. Sure.
[pop music plays on the stereo]
♪ It's like the sun coming
After the rain ♪
♪ It's like... ♪
I've got a surprise
for you.
What?
Go on Facebook.
Type in Sarah Donellen.
- What?
- Do it.
He didn't take down
her Facebook page.
This is so creepy.
Check this out.
_
- Oh, my God.
- What?
She died in Sayulita.
That's so sad.
♪
[exhales]
[birds squawking]
That's called murmuration.
It only takes a single bird
making the slightest shift
in course to move
the entire flock.
You all right?
Fucking tip-top.
Here's the $200,000.
What's it for?
Fish and Game lady.
Well,
even if she takes the money,
Napier's demanding $90 million
for those apartments.
My father's never gonna pay
for that.
I'm gonna go see Helen Miller.
Sort out Napier next.
Ray.
I served Varick with
divorce papers this morning.
Is that gonna cause problems?
[chuckles]
Of all kinds.
[phone ringing in the distance]
Oh, hello.
I'm Helen Miller.
Ray Donovan.
Oh.
Yeah, we met at the, uh,
the governor's party.
Yeah,
you're Andrew Finney's man.
Right.
What's this?
The Finney family
would like to make a donation
to the California Aviary
Project.
Well, I have never heard
of such an organization.
Its chief concern
is the preservation
of the tricolored blackbird.
Are you bribing me?
Open it.
Mr. Donovan, the nesting site
of the blackbird
is protected by statutes.
The family
was hoping your commission
could help find the birds
a new place to nest.
The Agelaius Tricolor
is a bird of very specific
migratory patterns.
Sure.
They've been nesting
at that Redondo plant
for over 60 years.
Have you seen the plant,
Helen?
It's a shithole.
I'm sure those birds
would be happy for a change.
Well,
it is a very nice bag.
I'll be in touch.
That won't be necessary.
Enjoy the bag.
Helen Miller signed off.
[Paige]
What?
That's amazing.
She should have
the paperwork filed
by the end of the week.
I'll call you
when I got a line on Napier.
You there?
I have to call you back.
You can't do this.
It's over, Varick.
This isn't gonna
go over well.
I want you out by tonight.
Look, you're tired,
and you're upset.
No, I want you
out of here by tonight.
I'll go to a hotel
for a few nights and...
till you calm down.
I don't need to calm down,
and a few days in a hotel isn't
gonna change a fucking thing.
Could...
_
[strums guitar]
_
[lightly strumming]
[door clicks open]
[Daryll]
Hey, where'd you go, Pop?
You straighten
everything out?
Working on it.
Davros, I got the money.
Where should we meet?
Fine, I'll be there.
You got the money?
Sure.
From where?
I'm a resourceful person.
What is this?
We got a plumbing problem?
So to speak.
Where's Audrey?
We were in the middle of a game.
Not anymore.
Little kid wiped me out.
I need you
to figure out an angle
on a guy
named Roger Napier.
What do you want him to do?
Let go of a piece of property
he's holding.
[phone rings]
- Raymond Donovan?
- Yeah.
My name is Thomas Romero.
I spoke
with your brother Brendan
about the murder
of Father Daniel O'Connor.
[birds cooing]
Mr. Donovan,
are you there?
I need to speak with you
in person.
I'll send you an address.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
- Yeah.
- Forget about Napier.
I need you to look
into something else for me.
All I got's a name.
[muffled music plays
on the stereo]
We got to talk.
- What's wrong?
- In the office, now.
Who the fuck is Thomas Romero?
He's a friend of mine.
Yeah?
How do you know him?
He comes to SNAP.
Did you talk to him
about O'Connor?
What? No.
No?
So why is he calling me
asking about a murder?
Thomas is a SNAP guy.
He was abused too.
What did you tell him
about Father O'Connor, Bunch?
I never said that name.
Tell me exactly
what you fucking said.
It's hard to remember.
Well, you better
fucking remember.
I guess I...
I told him that I shot him
in the stomach,
and you shot him in the head.
You fucking idiot.
You fucking idiot!
- You ratted your brother!
- Hey, all right, all right.
You ratted
your fucking brother!
You have any idea
what you've done?
- I didn't rat on nobody!
- Calm down. All right.
- Yeah?
- He's a friend of mine!
Yeah, the fuck he is!
You get it now, Bunch,
why Ray can't let you
have that money?
Why we can't let you marry
that fucking Mexican?
[grunts]
Jesus fucking Christ,
what are you doing?
- You don't say that!
- You can't fucking hit him!
- You all right?
- [exhales]
[phone rings]
Yeah.
Thomas Romero's
a priest, Ray.
- What?
- Yeah.
He runs something called
the Servants of Paraclete.
It's where the Catholic Church
sends their child molesters.
Are you fucking kidding me?
No, he's 51,
he's been there for 15 years,
and before that,
he was in Baltimore.
That's all I got.
Jesus.
[scoffs]
Your SNAP friend was sent
by the Catholic Church.
Oh, fuck.
What?
He's a priest.
Thomas is a priest?
What are we gonna do?
I'll take care of it.
The church talks to the cops,
and the cops look into it...
What's he got?
Something Bunchy told him.
That's it.
You know how many
Catholic cops there are?
You don't think someone
high up in the church
isn't gonna call one of them
to get his way?
That is not the play.
He wouldn't have called me...
Well, the play sure as hell
ain't asking you
to say a Hail Mary.
- I'm going by myself.
- No, you're not.
Sit the fuck down, Bunch,
all right?
[Bunchy] I know him.
I can talk to him, guys.
[Ray]
You're not talking to anyone.
You're gonna keep
your fucking mouth shut.
You understand me, huh?
You're in over
your fucking head, Bunch.
It's the truth,
and you fucking know it.
I know you two think
that I'm not smart...
...that I'm weak,
but it ain't true.
Look, Bunch...
I can't help it
if people lie
and cheat and do bad things.
I never hurt nobody.
I know, Bunch.
- Brendan.
- I can't.
Hey.
You don't treat him like that.
He's not a boy.
Stay out of this.
Maybe he'd act more grown up
if you didn't treat him
like a fucking baby.
Mind your business.
Brendan is
my fucking business.
We're in love.
You better get used to me.
[hip-hop music plays
on stereo]
♪
I'm coming.
Stay here.
I'm not letting you
go alone.
[light guitar music playing]
♪
Have you been drinking,
Bridge?
No, I had a friend come over,
and she went into the liquor.
[scoffs]
Jesus fucking Christ.
No, I wasn't drinking.
She was.
Things I did
when I was your age,
I don't even want
to fucking tell you.
[laughs]
[sighs]
Why'd you, uh,
why'd you choose Dad?
[laughs]
I always understood him,
and he understood me.
We had each other's back.
What if... I don't know...
what if Daddy hadn't liked you?
Would you still have
gone after him?
Is there someone you like,
Bridge?
Someone you want
to go after?
Yeah,
but he's sort of aloof.
That's just teenage bullshit.
It's a pose.
Of course
he fucking likes you.
You should make a move.
Show me his picture.
No, no, he's, um,
he's not on Facebook.
Okay.
I should get back to this.
All right.
I love you,
sweetheart.
- No more of this for you.
- [laughs]
[sighs]
_
That was stupid.
[sighs]
I spoke to Abby.
We're gonna give you
the guest room.
What?
You're moving in
with us, Terry.
I'm not moving
into your house.
Did you hear what the doctor
said this morning?
You remember when Bunchy used to
hide those girl superhero comics
in his room,
like they were Playboys?
What made you think of that?
He's been looking for a woman
like that all his life.
It's like that Mexican girl
of his just walked out
of one of those comic books.
Move in with us, Terry.
I'll think about it.
Hey, yo, Pop,
you ready?
Yeah.
Hey, to what do
we owe this pleasure?
I'm getting married, Pop.
Holy shit.
Her name is Teresa,
and she's
a Mexican-American luchadora.
[laughs]
My baby boy
is gonna tie the knot, huh?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
I'm your youngest son,
though, Pop.
From a proper marriage
is all I'm saying.
- Wow.
- What a fucking mitzvah, huh?
Here, let's have a drink,
celebrate here.
D.
I ain't drinking.
Well, here's to you.
Is something wrong?
I got someone to support now,
and Ray won't give me
my settlement money.
Oh, he won't, huh?
[Bunchy]
I'm tired of this shit.
I was wondering if I could come
do some more work for you.
Well, you come
at a very auspicious moment.
- I have?
- We're doing a big negotiation.
And I can certainly use
an extra hand.
[soft piano music playing]
♪
[buzzer]
You ever blame me
for O'Connor?
Why would you say that?
I heard you crying
some nights.
I knew what you
were crying about.
What are we gonna do
with this guy?
We are not doing anything.
[Terry]
I'm coming with you.
No, you're not.
Stay here.
[car door closes]
[door opens]
Mr. Donovan,
I'm Thomas Romero.
What do you want?
I need to talk to you
about Father O'Connor.
I can't help you there.
You wouldn't have come this far
if what your brother told me
wasn't true.
Please.
You afraid of driving fast?
No.
Slide over behind
the steering wheel.
Keep the car running.
Yeah,
the old pistol-whip thing,
that's some bitch shit, man.
- I like the suit.
- Thank you.
You got the money?
I do.
You gonna give my son
his car back?
Keys.
Get out of here.
Hey, what the fuck is this,
funny money?
You want my business,
here's my business.
[both grunting]
Ohh.
[whimpers]
[breathing heavily]
[groans]
Ahh! Ahh!
[screams]
Bunch, Bunch, stop.
Bunch, stop.
Stop, stop, stop.
He's down.
He's down, all right?
Be cool.
Chill, chill, chill.
Listen, listen, listen,
get Pop home, all right?
Let's get out of here.
Get Pop out.
I'm right behind you.
[tires squealing]
I was sent here under orders
from the Vatican
to put a system in place
for treating priests
who had sinned
against children.
I brought in
psychiatric professionals,
created a place
of vocational renewal
built in the spirit
of healing and hope.
Good night, Father Romero.
Good night, Anthony.
God bless.
[indistinct chatter]
[coughs]
Pray that when you see
a priest beaten down,
you see in him Jesus.
You mean like Father O'Connor?
Father O'Connor left
a trail of wreckage.
It's true,
but over many years,
he worked through
what he did.
- He took responsibility.
- Don't kid yourself.
He went through
a full disclosure.
Told me
all about your brother.
Told me all about you.
What's that
supposed to mean, huh?
[laughs]
- What did he tell you about me?
- Everything.
[clock ticking]
No, I didn't bring you here
to threaten you,
Mr. Donovan, trust me.
Why,
because you're a priest?
You already lied
to my brother.
What the fuck
do you want?
After he left the Paraclete,
Father O'Connor and I
spoke twice a day,
in the morning
when he woke up
and the evening
before he went to sleep.
Then he disappeared.
I figured I'd made a grave error
in letting him go,
that he'd returned
to his former ways.
Then his body was found,
and I knew his past
had caught up with him.
Yeah, well, you know,
like I said,
I can't help you there.
You hated him,
and for good reason.
He did to you the worst thing
a man could do to a child,
but he atoned.
He devoted himself
to his recovery and to Christ.
He tried to make amends
every day
through his life
and his work.
He wasn't innocent.
He wasn't innocent,
not when he hurt you,
but he was innocent
when you killed him.
You got nothing.
A conversation
with my alcoholic brother.
You're not listening to me.
I have everything you need.
Yeah?
What do I need?
Forgiveness.
I want to forgive you.
Admit what you did.
Come with me right now
to the chapel and confess.
Accept God,
and you and I
will forget everything
that came before this.
You're saying I confess,
and you don't go to the cops.
Admit what you did,
why you did it,
repent,
and all will be forgiven.
[soft music playing]
♪
When's the last time
you were in church?
I don't remember.
I've been where you
and your brother were.
I had violence
in my heart.
What's that
supposed to mean?
I didn't deceive
your brother Brendan.
I told him the truth.
I told him my story,
and that's why
he told me yours.
You can trust me.
Trust that the seal
of confession is absolute.
All you've got to do
is ask Him, Ray.
Let Him teach you
to forgive.
[exhales]
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
It's, uh...
...been 36 years
since my last confession.
I...
Wait, Ray.
Don't go.
Ray, prison will not help you
or your brother, only God will.
- You got nothing.
- You believe, Ray.
I know you do.
You would not have hesitated
at the door of the confessional
if you didn't;
don't walk away from this.
Repent.
Repent now
or face excommunication.
What?
Repent now
or face excommunication.
[Ray]
I'm the sinner?
You hide and protect these men
who should be dead or in prison,
and I'm the fucking sinner?
- I know you feel hate.
- Fuck you.
I know how badly
he hurt you,
and I know how much
you loved him.
[grunting]
I'll fucking kill you.
Fuck you!
I'll kill you and every one
of these fucking freaks
you got hiding in here.
[Thomas speaking Latin]
In the name of God,
the all powerful Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost,
and all of the saints,
I deprive you
of the Communion
of the Body and Blood
of Our Lord...
You think
I fucking care, huh?
You think
I need your fucking church?
And anathematized.
I judge you...
What did you do
for my sister, my mother?
Burst the fetters
of the demon.
What did your church
ever do for me, huh?
- Fuck you! Fuck you!
- [speaking Latin]
And fuck your forgiveness!
Fiat in die judicii.
Fiat. Fiat.
Fiat.
Repent.
Let me help you.
- Okay.
- Come on, Pop.
Come here.
Let's get you
sitting down here.
- You all right?
- Don't touch me there.
That's it.
You gonna be okay?
I'm fine.
That was nothing.
[exhales]
You do know they're gonna
come after us, right?
Sometimes you've got to
push back to get some respect.
They are going
to come after us.
My fucking suit
is ruined.
I got to get back
to my girl.
You were a lion
out there tonight,
a fucking lion.
[light guitar music playing]
♪
♪ Strange things are happening
♪ Every day
♪ I hear the music
♪ Up above my head
♪ Though the sight
Of my heart ♪
He excommunicated us.
[Bridget]
♪ Has left me again
Me.
No, he said "accomplices."
He didn't mean you.
Yes, he did.
He meant me,
and he meant Bunchy.
You didn't do anything, Terry.
We killed a priest.
[Bridget]
♪ Secrets are written
♪ In the sky
♪ Looks like
I've lost the love ♪
♪ I've never found ♪
♪ Though the sound of hope
♪ Has left me again
♪ I hear music up above
Get your stuff.
What are we gonna do
about the priest, Ray?
I don't know.
You don't know?
I don't fucking know, Terry.
I got to think about it.
Right now,
I don't know.
Get your stuff.
You tell Abby
I appreciate the offer,
but I can't move in with you.
You don't have a choice, Ter.
You got a lot going on
in your life, Ray.
You don't need no more.
Don't worry
about what I need.
You need your family,
your family.
The rest of us
are lost causes.
[Bridget]
♪ I hear Rosetta singing
♪ In the night
♪ Echoes of light
That shine like stars ♪
♪ After they're gone ♪
♪ And tonight she's my guide ♪
♪ As I go out alone
♪ With the music
♪ Up above
[phone chimes]
_
[phone chimes]
[phone rings]
- Yeah.
- Where have you been?
- Something came up.
- I was worried.
I'm fine.
I'll call you in the morning.
I need you to come
to my house now.
Paige...
I figured out
how to handle Napier.
It's going to work out
for everyone,
but I need you to come now.
[dog barking in the distance]
[phone rings]
Hey, Ray.
I'm gonna be late.
The room's almost ready.
Looks fucking great.
Yeah?
Terry says he, uh,
doesn't want to move in.
- Is he okay?
- He's fine.
He just says he doesn't want
to move in anymore.
Are you okay?
[sighs]
I'm sorry I put you through
all that trouble.
It's all right.
Maybe he'll change his mind.
I don't know about that.
So where are you?
I got work.
Okay, Ray.
[sighs]
[doorbell chimes]
In hindsight, my marriage
was good for everyone.
My dad got to be
around Varick,
and I got my dad's attention.
[liquid pours]
Drink?
You called about the deal,
said you figured it out.
I lied.
- I got to go.
- Why?
I don't know
many men like you.
Sure you do.
No, the men I know
want money and power,
but you don't give a fuck
about those things.
You don't care
about houses or cars.
How do you know?
Because you're addicted
to the fight.
I got to go, Paige.
No, you don't.
[tense music playing]
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