Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 8 - Tulip - full transcript

Previously on Ray Donovan...

You like Donellen.

Yeah, it's a girls' school.

If they want to keep us from
boys, they shouldn't send us

boys as teachers.

_

This is a sound contract.

You've got 3%
of the deal, Mr. Football.

Hut, hut, hike.

I'm Helen Miller...
Fish and Game.

She is gonna fix



the bird situation
at the field.

Well, even if
she takes the money,

Napier's demanding $90 million
for those apartments.

Sort out Napier next.

Kate McPherson...
she's a reporter.

She's gonna publish an article
that says

I paid him to kill Mickey.

She has to be stopped.

Kate McPherson is dead.

Ray, we have to
make things right.

Go fuck yourself.

I love you, Teresa.

Will you marry me?

Are you fucking serious?



Fucking Armenians
came over to collect, Pop.

- How much are they after?
- 30,000.

- You got the money?
- I'm a resourceful person.

Hey, what the fuck
is this... funny money?

Sometimes you got to push back
to get some respect.

The envelope

you gave your father
at the studio...

- What was in it?
- A love letter...

from my father
to my husband.

That was the deal...

the letter for the team.

Mr. Donovan,
I'm Thomas Romero.

After he left the Paraclete,
Father O'Connor and I

spoke twice a day.

Then his body was found,
and I knew

his past had caught up
with him.

Repent... repent now
or face excommunication.

I'll kill you and every one
of these fucking freaks

you got hiding in here!

In the name of God,
the all-powerful Father,

I deprive you
of the Communion

of the Body and Blood
of Our Lord.

You think
I fucking care, huh?

I don't know many men
like you.

The men I know want money
and power.

You don't give a fuck
about those things.

How do you know?

'Cause you're addicted
to the fight.

I got to go, Paige.

No, you don't.

Bad dream?

Yeah.

I don't sleep much either.

Defenses down...
fucking thoughts come in.

Dreams.

I should go.

Hey, Terry.

What time is it?

Ray said you don't want
to move in with us?

Your kids don't want
to wake up

and see all this shit.

Give me
a fucking break, Terry.

They've seen worse.

Abby, I'm trying
to sleep here.

When was the last time
you had a fucking haircut, hmm?

You look
like a fucking caveman.

Come on, get up.
Up.

What is this?

He's breaking ties,
Varick.

You'll find
the terms fair.

Uh, this is unacceptable.

You're a capable man.
You'll land on your feet.

What are you...

Are you kidding me?

Finney.

Andrew, come on,
we need to discuss this.

Finn!

Finn!

I made coffee.

Ray, we need
to talk business.

The owner's committee
needs proof that we've secured

the site by week's end,

or else they won't approve
the move.

Can you pay Napier's price?

My father says $90 million

is not a rational number
for that parcel.

You're gonna
have to be pretty persuasive

to make him come down
by end of week.

Well, then be persuasive.

If he doesn't sell us
the land,

then our little dream
dies on the vine.

There's sugar on the counter
in the Wedgewood.

Thanks.

You must be Teresa.

Yeah. Who are you?

I'm Mickey Donovan.
I'm gonna be your new father.

You're a beauty.

Here.

Bunchy won
the fucking lottery, huh?

I like to call him Brendan.

You can call him fucking
Vladimir, for all I care,

as long as you
treat him right.

But he's never loved.

He's pure,
so you be gentle with my boy.

I see you two have met.

You going out?

Yeah.
Come on, Pop.

He's helping me out with
a little project I got going.

Brendan told me
all about your project.

I'm telling you,
be gentle with my boy.

Already up and back to work...
good for you.

Yeah, well,
I was up all night.

Couldn't sleep.

That hornet's nest
you opened up...

Why didn't you tell me
you was gonna do that, man?

Look on the bright side.
Maybe they learned a big lesson.

Don't fuck
with the Donovans.

- Hey, Mick.
- Hey, sweetie. Mwah.

- Thanks, baby.
- Yeah.

How about you, Pop?
Did you sleep?

I'll sleep enough
when I'm dead.

Guess who met the soon-to-be
Mrs. Brendan Donovan.

Yeah, Pop
brought her flowers.

Tulips... reminded me
of a lovely girl I once knew,

a knockout stripper
from Amsterdam.

Was a wonderful soul.

First time I was with her,

I felt something hard
in her breast... a lump.

She died from it.

So many good women gone.

How'd I get on to this?

You were talking about tulips
that you bought

- for Bunchy's girl.
- Oh, right.

Let's toast to Bunchy
and to love.

What the hell? What was that?

Fuck. No.

Shit. Oh, fuck,
not my car.

It's fucking fantastic.

- What are you talking about?
- Oh, come on.

This is the best plan
you came up with in years.

- When does Napier land?
- An hour.

I'm very worried about this.

I hardly ever
have business on this side

- of the building anymore.
- Well, you do today.

Where are they?

They're in the back.

These are Central American
eyelash vipers.

Uh, Customs confiscated them
48 hours ago at LAX.

- What's in 'em?
- They're packed with condoms

full of black tar heroin.

Look, this is very dangerous
and completely illegal.

Relax, Helen.
We'll dope the snakes.

All you got to do
is show up at the airport

with your warden badge.

You ready?

Here.

You ready?

You want to tell me

who microwaved the car?

I have no idea...
maybe local kids.

I know what you're up to,
Mr. Donovan...

selling coke
and running girls.

What are you talking about?

Do you have any idea
who you're in with?

I'd like to be in with you,
Detective.

I'm gonna think about that
attractive offer all night long.

I just love old white men.

Oh, that hurts.

Heard of APS...

Armenian Power Syndicate?

I wouldn't know an Armenian
from a Russian

from a fucking
German Shepherd.

I understand you have
a history

of being helpful
to law enforcement.

I'd like you
to start helping again.

Working with us is the only
way you and your kids

are coming out of this
with all your arms and legs

still attached.

I ain't done nothing wrong,

and I ain't talking
to nobody about nothing.

Okay.

You are shut down
as of today.

Vice guys are gonna watch
this building.

We see any activity,
I'm bringing you and those two

up on narcotics
and trafficking charges.

You want to get
us feeling more cooperative...

better give me a call.

Do the right thing.

All right, Pop, talk to me.
What are we doing?

Package up what's left
of the coke and hide it.

Call Ginger.

No appointments today.

Go home.
I'll call you tonight.

You good?

Yeah.

Are we getting on a plane?

Oh, we're gonna meet Lena...
put the snakes in his golf bag.

In a golf bag?

She'll get the luggage
in his car.

All you got to do is grab
Napier, flash him your badge,

and tell him he's under arrest
for smuggling.

Charge him
with smuggling snakes...

- Full of heroin.
- Full of heroin into the U.S.

and then, um,
threaten to call the DEA.

Helen, all you got to do
is present him with the charges,

and I'll take over, okay?

Okay.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

That's Napier's plane.

- Let's do it.
- Wait. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I can't do this.

I'll give you all the money
back... all of it.

We could all get
in a lot of trouble.

- Give me the...
- What the fuck are you doing?

What? What do you
want from me, huh?

- She hit me.
- I'm sorry, Helen.

You were hysterical, okay?

Oh, my God.
Aah!

Yeah?

Don't worry.

I said don't worry.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.
Oh, my God.

Oh.
Holy shit!

Look at my leg.

We're gonna get you
to a hospital.

I can feel
my face swelling up.

Your face isn't swelling up.
Put your feet in the car.

Are my lips turning black?

Get her out of here.

This is Paige.
Leave a message.

Paige, the Napier thing...

it's not gonna happen.

Tulips are one of my all-time
favorite flowers.

If you love tulips and you have
a favorite color, I'd love to...

The Plein Air Collection
in the dining room...?

Take it.

Well, we bought them together,
so I just wanted to...

Take them.

Thank you.

Varick, I know
you didn't come up here

to discuss art, so...
what?

Your father's
getting rid of me.

He's cutting me out
completely, Paige.

Does that surprise you?

May... maybe
just speak to him.

Tell him to honor the promises
that he made me.

You want me to speak
to my father on your behalf?

I've helped run this company
for almost 20 years.

I'm a member of this family.
The least you can do...

No. See, you've worn
the clothes so fucking long,

you forgot
they don't belong to you.

What you should do
is say thank you

and get out.

What's the problem, Terry?

Why won't you
move in with us?

I'm fine where I am.

Look...

that's the one...
the Balbo.

I'll just have
a clean shave.

You're no fun.

You're glum.

All you guys
are so fucking glum.

Here...

You can read
the articles.

It wouldn't kill you
to come look at the room.

Tell me how fucking great
it looks.

Ready, sir.

There will be an unexpected

and totally unplanned
pop quiz tomorrow.

You're welcome
for the heads-up.

Please take advantage
and study.

I, um...

I could use some more help
with those proofs.

Do you still want to get
that cup of coffee?

Um...

listen, I shouldn't have
texted you back.

That was a mistake.

So why did you?

Because I was being
totally fucking inappropriate.

Got it.

I'm sorry.

Listen,
I take pain medicine

because of the accident.

I wasn't myself
when I texted.

I know you just want to talk,
but you're my student.

We have to keep it
to school.

I have a faculty meeting,
Bridget.

Excuse me.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I misled you,
Brendan.

You fucking lied to me.

I had an obligation.

I needed to know
what happened to him.

Are you going
to the fucking cops?

Could you contact
your brother Ray,

tell him I'm here?

It's important
I talk to him.

I-I know
you're angry with me.

You have every right.

Please,
just call your brother.

We already killed
one piece-of-shit priest

in this place.

It wouldn't be such a chore
to kill another.

Hey, Bunch.

You got to get over to the gym
right now.

Thomas is here.

- Who?
- Romero.

He just walked into the fucking
club looking for you.

Shit.
Don't let him leave.

I'm on my way.

That's good.

What should we do
with him?

We have
some unfinished business.

No, we don't.

I need to show
you something outside.

You said
your piece yesterday.

We got nothing more
to talk about.

We do.
It'll just take a moment.

It's important.

Please.

Clear the gym out
and lock it up.

Father O'Connor told me
about how you lost your mother

to cancer...

how your sister
committed suicide...

that your father
was a criminal.

You had one place to turn...

your church, your priest.

Excommunication
is not a punishment.

It's an invitation to change,

repent,

and return
to full Communion...

...when you're ready.

You've suffered enough.

You're trespassing.

Call the police, then.

Better yet,
call the press.

You know I don't respond well
when threatened.

You don't want to do this.

You don't want to tell me

what I can do
and what I can't do.

Look, everything
has changed, Finn.

Gay men marry now.
They raise children.

No one would bat an eye.

I'm not a gay man.

Keep telling yourself that.

Enough, huh?
Was it the money?

Shall I increase the amount?

It's not about the money!

This is your life.

You can't allow
other people

to dictate
who you're allowed to love.

Love?

Been over a long time,
Varick.

Aw.

I don't feel
a fucking thing.

It was an adventure.

Didn't feel
a fucking thing then.

I don't feel
a fucking thing now.

- That's not true.
- I think it's time you left.

Well, I'm not finished
talking.

Nobody's interested in
whatever it is you have to say.

Oh, no one wants to hear
about how Andrew Finney

stole from his
own charities,

how he seduced
his daughter's husband?

How about how he got his cock
sucked in the back

of a Rolls-Royce
at his own father's funeral?

Fuck you, you hypocrite!

I'm not fucking gay!

Oh. Finn.

What happened?

Nothing.

Are we safe?

Yeah.

I'm so fucking stupid.

It's over, Bunch.
Don't beat yourself up.

You know what I did wrong?

Went to SNAP.

I never should've gone
to those fucking meetings...

Never should've opened
my mouth...

...or trusted people.

You talk about shit
that should stay quiet,

and you pay a price.

There's no price, Bunch.
He's not going to the cops.

Well, I'm fucking done
with all of it.

- Yeah?
- I need you to come

to my house right now.

It's an emergency.

Please.

What are you doing here?

You can't just come
to my house, Bridget.

I feel connected to you.

Oh, Bridget.

And I keep thinking that maybe
you feel something similar.

And, uh,
you're gonna say you don't.

I know that, but I can't tell
whether it's true

or it's because you're keeping
some stupid fucking boundary.

- Boundaries aren't stupid.
- Yes, they are.

I hate them.

We have something in common.

You miss your boyfriend.

I miss my wife.

That doesn't mean
that we're connected.

Uh...

Are you all right?

It's my medication.

Can I use your restroom?

He came at me.

I just...

He came at me.

I didn't mean it.
He...

Did he have a weapon?

No.

So you just hit him
with this poker?

It was an accident.

Doesn't look
like an accident.

I just wanted
him to back off.

Just...

It was an accident.

How long ago
did this happen?

About an hour, I think.

I-I can't remember.

So what'd you call me for?

What do you think?

I want you
to clean this up.

Too fucking risky.

Your 3% of the franchise

won't be worth much
if this were ever made public.

The other owners would not
approve. You know that.

You got a dead body
in your office.

You're thinking
about a fucking deal?

- I can't go to prison.
- People like you rarely do.

I won't spend the rest
of my life

defending myself in court
or in the press.

That chair...

you sat there.

We barely knew each other,

and you were broken...

nowhere else to turn.

I didn't refuse you, Ray,

and I saved
your brother's life.

Repay the kindness.

Who else was in the house?

Charlotte's
in Sun Valley.

Staff went home.

- Yep?
- I need you to come over

to the Finney house.

What about Helen Miller?

- Is she all right?
- Yeah, she's fine.

- They gave her anti-venom.
- Okay.

Just get over here.

And, Lena...

do me a favor.

Call Avi.

Tell him I need him.

Ooh-hoo-hoo.

You play gin?

We got a weekly game here...

me and the other
retired fellows.

I don't play gin.

Oh, well,
sometimes we, uh...

we go lawn bowling

over there
at the Senior Citizens Center

over in Tujunga.

I got, uh, business
to attend to.

Greg?

Don't call me that.

Can I stay?

No.

You're just lonely,
Bridget.

That's true.

Staying here with me
is not gonna change that.

No matter what,
you're still gonna be lonely.

I know that.

Okay, you cover the site.
I'll take care of the body.

- Anyone else know about it?
- About what?

Your relationship.

No.

You sure?

Only Paige.

Varick have any family... anyone
who might come looking for him?

A sister in Scranton.
Apart from that, nobody.

Mr. Finney.

- Where did you wash your hands?
- What?

They can pull DNA
from the pipes.

Oh, I showered and changed
in the... the... the bathroom

in the hall.

Here. Remember,
don't run the sink.

- Pour directly in the pipes.
- Yep.

You ever set up a trust
account for Paige and Varick?

- Yeah.
- I need you to empty it,

make it look like Varick
made a withdrawal.

I need you to do that now.

One more thing...

Later on today,
you're gonna call Paige,

and you're gonna tell her you'll
reconsider the Napier deal.

You understand?

Oh, yeah, I understand.

Good.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

Grab his legs.

It takes a long time,
digging a grave.

Lena says
your brother's very sick.

Parkinson's only goes
in one direction.

I killed people before, Ray.

I never killed a woman.

Ezra said
the girl has to die.

So I was
on a plane to Boston,

praying to God
the whole way

that it can be different.

I'm in her room,
waiting for the door to open,

the whole time
my hand on the gun,

knowing it has to be me.

You have to listen to me.

I cannot talk
to the rabbi.

I cannot talk
to anybody.

The one person
I can tell about this is you,

and you shun me
like a leper.

I would've rather gone
to prison, Avi.

Yeah, you say that.

I would've rather done
my time.

Well, somebody had to do it...

if not for you,
then for your family.

You know that's true.

You know it.

I'll meet you back
at the office.

What do you think?

I know what
you're doing, Abby.

Why don't you take a minute
in here?

I ain't staying.

It'd be nice to have someone
around the house to talk to.

You got Ray.

No, I don't.

You know that.

None of us got Ray.

What's the matter?

He didn't come home
last night.

I thought
things were better,

and now, again,
he's not coming home.

I don't know
what to do, Terry.

Don't got
to do nothing, Abby.

You're not the one
with the problem.

It's gonna be all right.

Don't worry your head.

Hey, you know what?

What?

This is a nice fucking room.

Thanks.

I got to make
a few phone calls.

I'll take you back to the club
when I'm done, all right?

What happened
with Napier?

It fell apart.

Well, isn't there
anything else you can do

to get him
to change his mind?

- No.
- The fucking deal, Ray...

Varick paid your father
a visit and threatened to go

to the press
with their relationship.

Okay, that's my father's
worry, not ours.

- I need Varick's passport.
- Are you stupid?

There is an order
of priority here,

and first up is Napier.

Paige, your father
wants me to control this thing.

I need you
to handle Napier.

Ray, I need this fix.

The passport
is the fucking fix.

Most countries
are backward.

Not all.

Take Amsterdam.
They got it figured out there.

Men can smoke
a little dope,

have sex
with a stranger for money.

No one bats a fucking eye.

That's like...
like cheese.

Mm.

- You ever been there?
- What, Amsterdam?

On my salary?

I can barely afford
to take my kids to SeaWorld.

Amsterdam... I'm telling you,

they don't judge a man
for his proclivities.

They live and let live.

Mr. Donovan,
you made the call to me.

Are you gonna help us or not?

Right, right.

Lena rented a car
in Varick's name.

It's parked out back.

I want you to drive it down
to Rosarito,

use his passport
at the border,

then fly
to Mexico City tomorrow.

This is a rush job.

- Close enough.
- Yeah?

I appreciate you
doing this, Avi.

Ah, it's no problem.

When you get back,
give me a call.

Okay.

Hey, Terry.

Ready to go?

Uh, no,
I'm gonna wait for Ray.

You might be waiting
a long fucking time.

I want to give him
something.

I'll set a place for dinner
for you.

You need to remember

- what I'm about to tell you.
- All right.

Varick came to see you

after Paige served him
with divorce papers.

He was angry.

He took the money
from the trust

- and disappeared.
- Okay.

In three days,
you're gonna hire a PI.

I'm gonna give you a name.

The guy's a fucking idiot,
but eventually

he's gonna figure out
that Varick took the money

and fled to Belize.

Let him leak the story.

The papers will run something
about the divorce.

They'll come to you
for a comment.

Don't give 'em one.

You got it?

I got it.

Paige, dear,
thank you for coming over.

Varick stole $8 million
from the fund

- I set up for you and him.
- How?

We don't know,
but the money's gone.

He's gone,
and we're sure he did it.

And I've also been thinking
about the Napier deal,

and I've reconsidered
my position.

I'm gonna pay Napier's ask.

We'll acquire the rest
of the land,

and then I'm gonna let you
run the show.

Why?

'Cause it's a good idea,

and because it's time for me
to step aside and let you lead.

Well, it has to be done
by tonight.

Just call Napier.

Close the deal, hmm?

I need a couple of more minutes
with Ray, anyway.

Thank you for this.

Where'd you bury him?

- I can't tell you that.
- Where'd you bury him?

I can't tell you. Trust me,
it's better if you don't know.

Will you sit with me
for a moment, hmm?

- That's all he's gonna get.
- What do you mean?

His funeral will be
you and me sitting together.

Right.

Thank you, Ray.

So how'd you get my father
to change his mind?

I'm helping him deal
with Varick.

Varick stealing
my trust fund

doesn't mean a thing
to my father.

Maybe you do.

"The passport
is the fix"?

You made a side deal.
I know you.

You got what you wanted,
didn't you?

Fine.

Congratulations, partner.

Congratulations.

Let me remind you

of the House of Mouse rules...

no smoking,

no villainous schemes,

and no guests
eating other guests.

...sounds sort
of like Edith Bunker now.

Archie! Archie,
come down here and walk Pluto.

He keeps licking my toes.

Go on,
go to the kitchen...

Watch, dear Lord,

with those who wake or watch
or weep tonight,

and give your angels
charge over those who sleep.

♪ Take my hand

♪ If it gets you through,
then it's all right ♪

♪ Take my hand

♪ But take your time

♪ Till it relates to you,
then it's all right ♪

♪ You break my mind

_

Ray...

...come to bed.

♪ If you could replay this

♪ Where would you stop

♪ To untie your hands?

♪ And if you could unsay it

♪ How could I ever

♪ Understand?

♪ Like you never will

♪ Oh oh oh oh

♪ Oh oh oh oh oh

♪ Like you never will

♪ And it would break
your heart ♪

♪ Well, if you knew

♪ That this all about you

♪ Oh, but you carry on
regardless ♪

♪ But we've already started ♪

♪ A new bloodline

♪ Ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Ooh

♪ Ooh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh