Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 3 - Little Bill Primm's Big Green Horseshoe - full transcript

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Inside the casino,

there's a gorgeous green horseshoe

filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Your bus is leaving.

Jesus, Teresa, come...
I got to open up the club.

You got to get over your
shit and make love to me, Brendan.

I want you to come home now.

Your mother misses you, Bridge.

I miss you.



I have breast cancer.

They want to cut my tits off.

Stage zero... I mean,
isn't that everybody?

Isn't everybody fucking stage zero?

- What's up?
- Huh?

- You called me.
- Oh, yeah, I forgot.

I... it doesn't matter.

The black cop, Muncie...

they're going to charge
him with the Minassian thing.

You know he's gonna
turn on you the moment

I offer him a deal.

That's why you're here.

You want Belikov. Give me one day.

I need the guns we
used at the Minassians' place.



You want to give the
murder weapons to the cops?

Put the Minassians on
Belikov, Mickey walks.

45's got his fingerprints on it.

There's a duffel of guns in the ceiling.

Ballistics will match
it to the Minassians.

Eight counts of homicide's
gonna stick a lot better

than a trafficking charge.

Tell me it'll all be better now.

Come on. Get up.

This way.

Poor babies.

- Still not home?
- No.

Do you remember that song you played

on the way to the hospital?

No.

When Bridget was born,

the CD you put in in the car.

I don't remember.

Oh, God, that's awful.

Do you remember that
little Korean doctor?

Yeah. What was his name?

I don't know.

You were squeezing my hand so hard.

I thought you were
gonna break my knuckles.

I can't believe she's 18.

- Yeah.
- Our baby.

Did we do our best?

You did.

You're a great mom.

It's the only job I ever had,

and now it's almost over.

No, it's not.

When I was 18, I was
up and out of the house.

So were you.

It's over.

It's not over.

Go to sleep, Abs.

She's here.

Is Ed in the trailer?

The hunter,

tangled in the root of Great Tree,

became enraged.

The hunter punched Great Tree

with one mighty blow.

Great Tree became Crooked Tree.

Would you please stop with that
Crooked Tree shit, Jerry?

My name is Wovoka.

Wovoka?

Everybody calls you Jerry.

Wovoka.

Is Ed in the trailer or not?

If anything, I'm the
hunter in the story.

The hunter broke his fist.

Could never jerk his
dick off right again.

Ed?

I know you Indians are supposed to have

supersonic vision and all that shit.

Here.

With technology being as it is...

What the fuck is this?

The key.

The key to being four
million dollars richer.

I can't believe you're still seeing him.

Were you spying on me?

You were screwing him in
front of the fucking house.

We were not screwing.

Bullshit.

Tonight was the first time.

Oh, since you're 18,

now it's fine to let
a pedophile fuck you

in the front seat of his car?

God, the things you say, Mom.

In the street in his
2002 fucking Honda...

really romantic.

It was not a Honda, Mom.

It was a fucking Prius.

Real comfy one too.

Seats go back nice and far.

Don't you fucking mock me.

It was romantic, Ma.

Fucking all night long...

and he's got a wicked pisser horse cock.

I'll slap your fucking mouth.

I did not come back home

for this bullshit.

Bridget, don't
you walk away from me!

Bridget, come back here!

Greg, come get me.

I'm so fucking done here.

What was that all about?

Bridget was outside fucking in a Honda.

What?

It was Donellen.

You gonna go down there?

What the fuck? Are you counting to ten?

- She's 18 now.
- What?

If we fight her, it'll
only make it worse.

Thank God. She's home.

Will you please go down and talk to her?

Bridge?

Fuck me.

Fuck!

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Is he dead?

Oh, my God.

Give me the gun, sweetheart.

It's all right. It's okay.

- Fuck.
- You're all right.

You're all right.

It's okay.

Go back upstairs, baby.

Go... Abby.

The Armenians?

Go see if there's a car out there.

Yo, who's watching
TV? I'm trying to sleep up here.

Go back to bed, bud.

I'll keep it down. I'm sorry.

I'll turn it down.

Avi, I need you to come to my house.

Now.

So what do these do?

Oh, no, d-don't turn it on.

The light'll blind you. Here.

Now turn it on.

Whoa.

See? Genius.

I don't get it.

Tomorrow night,

in the middle of the
party, we cut the power.

Then, during the pandemonium,
we go in with these, see?

We grab the horseshoe,

and we're out before
anyone is the wiser.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

So how do we know when to cut the power?

Oh, I got someone inside who's
gonna give us a signal.

Who, Sylvie?

Don't worry about that.

What we got to worry about
is how we kill the lights.

I got a buddy did the electrical

over at the remodel at Buffalo Bill's.

Perfect.

Tell him we'll give him 25 grand

for an hour of his time.

Okay, so we cut the
power, we go in, then...

Won't even need to shoot a bullet.

Then what?

I got us rooms

over in Jean at the Gold Strike.

We take the horseshoe.

We hide out there, split the money,

go our separate ways.

Dark as shit in here, man.

Ow! Jesus!

Jerry, shit!

Wovoka.

God, you dopey fucking Indian.

Can't we just call the police?

Ray, look...

the Vory tattoo on his neck.

Where's his car?

It's up the street. It's a food truck.

Drive it into the
city. Leave it running.

Get rid of Abby's gun.

Make sure it never turns up, Avi.

Okay.

He broke into our house, Ray.

We had every right.

Hey, kiddo.

You're not going to school today.

Why?

It's your sister's birthday.

We're having a little, uh, party.

Fuck yeah. I had a math test today

I was totally gonna shit the bed on.

- Oh, yeah?
- What's up, y'all?

Yo, I don't have to go to school

'cause it's Bridge's birthday.

Lucky man.

Hey, Terry, why don't you
head over to the gym?

See if you can round
up Bunchy and Teresa.

I'm gonna go with Terry.

Lena, you want to take
off with Abby and Conor?

Uh, yeah, yeah.

Can we get some
pizza? I'm fucking starving.

Yeah, whatever you want.

I'm staying with you, Ray.

Abby.

I'm going to pick up Bridget with you.

All right.

Chip, this is Pinkie.

Pinkie, this is Chip.

Pinkie? That's an unusual name.

Like, well, you know, actually, like,

m-my name is Pinkie-Toe
Josephine Melcher III,

and the reason that my
dads and his dads was named

Pinkie-Toe Josephine Melcher
I and II, receptively,

is 'cause, you know, like, when
they was born, just, like,

their pinkie toes stuck
out to the side like that.

Oh.

Ed tells me that you're
familiar with the casino's wiring.

Oh, yeah, yeah. Like, helped do, like,

the whole system... you
know, me and the crew, that is.

Yes, sir. That I did. Like,
I was on the crew, sir.

- That's good.
- And, you know, actually, like,

when I was in school and
people would fuck with me

you know, they'd be
like, "Oh, your name Pinkie.

You a fucking faggot."

I'd be like, "Oh, okay."

Bam! And then they'd be like,

"Oh," you know, like, "Oh,
I, like, pissed my pussy."

And I was like, "Mm."

Ed,

may I speak to you a second?

Yeah.

I don't think this is our guy.

Who else are we gonna get by tonight?

He knows the electric.

Fine. Fine. But we pay him after.

Muncie, call me.

Abby?

Dog's upset.

We should go.

Where's Avi taking the body?

Don't think about it.

Don't think about it?

We're gonna take care of this, Abby.

Who is he?

Doesn't matter.

I shot that man in the head

in our fucking kitchen.

It matters, Ray.

He's with the Russian mob.

What does that have to do with us?

With me, Abs...

only with me.

But it's us now.

What are you involved in, Ray?

When you got shot, what really happened?

- Abby.
- Just tell me.

Just fucking tell me now.

Mickey got in over his
head with an Armenian family

in Glendale.

Snitched to the
police to protect himself.

Snitched on who?

First the Armenians,

then a Russian they
were in business with.

But what does that have to do with us?

The Armenians found out.

When Terry got shot,
that was retribution.

They weren't gonna stop, Abby,

so we decided to go
after them ourselves.

What do you mean, you went after them?

We killed them.

Oh, my God.

Fuck me.

Sweetheart, look at me.

Look at me.

I'm gonna make this right. You hear me?

But we can't stay here right now.

How?

This isn't a movie star, Ray.

This isn't some
athlete on a coke bender.

I know, baby. I know.

How are we ever gonna come home again?

- Ray?
- We got to go now, okay?

Come on.

When?

Okay, honey, have fun!

All right, tell Muncie I called.

You need to come with us, Bridge.

I can't believe that you
would come over here like this.

I'm an adult. He's an adult.

Get in the car now.

You said that things would be different.

You said that you'd changed.

I really think we
should all talk about this.

Come inside.

Have a cup of coffee.

I love your daughter.

Look, Bridge, I know you're 18 now.

I know I promised things
would be different.

Why is the dog in the car?

Dad, what's going on?

You need to come with us now, Bridge.

Mr. Donovan, please...

Bridget!

♪ Making believe this is
what you've conceived ♪

♪ From your worst day ♪

♪ Oh, moving in line when
you look back in time ♪

♪ To your first day ♪

♪ And you ♪

♪ And your sweet desire ♪

♪ You took me ♪

♪ Oh, higher and higher, baby ♪

♪ It's a livin' thing ♪

♪ What a terrible thing to lose ♪

You guys in there.

Right in here.

Keep the door closed, sweetheart.

I'll be right back.

Conor's in 221 with me,

Bunchy and the pregnant one in 222,

and black one's in there.

Where's Terry?

He wouldn't come.

What?

Oh, motherfucker.

Yo.

Where the fuck is Terry?

He wouldn't come.

He said it's his club, he's the oldest,

and fuck you.

You left him there?

Ray, he was pulling out guns and shit.

I was like, "Fuck that," and I bounced.

Fucking Teresa made me come.

- I want to go back to the club.
- Brendan, get in here!

Get back in your
fucking room, Bunch, now.

Get the fuck in here.

- Go back and get him.
- Ray, he said...

I don't give a fuck what he said.

You go back and get him now.

- And that's all.
- That's all?

Yeah, send a text,

do a little... little acting.

The rest is up to me.

How do you know that money's even real?

Oh, it's real.

I'm singing. I got you.

I don't want to risk it.

You're too talented for this place.

I like this place.

Don't get me wrong.
Primm has its charms,

but Boston...

I think we could have a good life there.

Give me a chance.

You won't regret it.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Fuck.

Hail Mary, full of grace.

Thy kingdom... fuck.

No. No... fuck him.

He broke into my fucking house.

Fuck.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

Okay.

Yeah?

What's really happening?

Nothing, Bridge.

Don't worry about it.

So you dragged me away from my boyfriend

on my 18th birthday for nothing?

That's a good name for
"boyfriend."

You know what?

He's smart, and he's sweet,

and we laugh all the time,

and he cares about me,

and you don't know what that's like.

What?

And the age difference
isn't even that much.

It's only 16 years.

I mean, if I was 30 and he was 46,

it wouldn't be weird.

It wouldn't.

Well, by the time you want to have kids,

he's gonna be too old.

I'm not having kids.

Bridge, don't say that.

I'm not passing on our crazy genes

to some poor child.

No way.

Just...

Really hurts my fucking feelings.

Oh, my God.

You don't want to have kids

because you don't want
them to wind up like me.

Are you gonna tell me the truth

about what's really
going on here or not?

Daryll, did you get him?

He isn't leaving.

You tell him I told you

to get the fuck out of there.

He ain't leaving, Ray.

Neither am I.

Fucking idiots.

Muncie!

Jesus.

I need you to get me to see Belikov.

He's in jail, Ray.
What do you want me to do?

I don't care what you
do. Call Steve Davis.

Call fucking Frank Barnes if
you have to, but get me in there.

It's me.

You two, out...

I need to talk to Bridge.

A man was killed at
the house this morning,

and your father thinks more
people may be coming for him.

Dad killed a guy?

Oh, my God, and you saw?

I killed a guy.

It was me.

He broke into our house and
he attacked your father,

and I shot him in the head.

And you didn't call the police?

- No.
- You think that's okay?

It's how we're doing it.

Jesus, Mom.

You killed someone?

Jesus.

Bridget.

Don't say another word.

How much to call your guys off?

What?

What do I got to do
to make this go away?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Muncie was calling the shots.

I had no choice.

Please,

just tell me what I need to do.

You're talking to the
wrong man, asshole.

Who is the right man?

Blizok lokotok, da ne ukusish.

What the fuck is that?

Your elbow is close,

yet you cannot bite it.

Who's the right man?

- Come on.
- You're a dead man!

You're a dead man!

You're fucked! You're fucked!

Do you think they're coming?

It's getting dark soon.

Ah, I'll be back by the fire.

That's where the pussy
is... by the fire.

That's William Demarest.

He's in every fucking Western.

What, you don't know who
William Demarest is?

Nah.

You ever seen a Western?

Nah, man, I don't
be watching them shits.

Stagecoach?

True Grit?

No.

Hey, Terry, can I ask you something?

What?

Do you look at me like a brother?

What?

Like an actual brother?

Sure.

I don't think you do.

- Sure I do.
- It's 'cause I'm black.

W-we got different mothers.

Yeah, and you guys treat me

like a stranger because of it.

You know, there'd be
some days I used to think

I was just another white guy.

I fucking grew up in Palm Springs

with some of the whitest
people in the world.

Wait, you want to be white?

Hell no, I don't want to be white.

So what the fuck are you talking about?

I'm saying that it's fucked up.

My father's an Irish Catholic,

my mom's black, and my stepdad's Jewish.

So what?

That's easy for you to say.

Oh, what, you think I drew
the fucking lucky straw?

Look at me.

"Hold it.

Next man makes a
move, the nigger gets it."

Blazing Saddles.

You ain't seen Blazing Saddles?

Oh, man...

don't you ever talk to
me about movie trivia

unless you've seen Blazing Saddles.

"Hold it, men.

I don't think he's bluffing.

Listen to him, men.

I think he's crazy enough to do it."

"Drop it or I swear I'll
blow this nigger's head

all over this town."

"Oh, Lordy Lord, he's getting desperate.

Do what he say."

"Do what he say."

You did see it.

Here we go.

Hands! Motherfucking hands!

Put the fucking gun down. Put it down.

Oh, shit. We didn't know.

- You told me to come here.
- I swear we didn't know.

- No, man, go fuck yourself.
- Damon!

Go fuck yourself!

You fucking punk!

- Kid's fast.
- I know.

Fuck.

Ain't he?

You got anything?

Yeah, I'm looking at
Belikov's visitors log,

and there's only one repeat on here.

It's Jacob Waller.

He's been here two, three...

easily half a dozen times.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm looking right at it.

All right.

So Mom really put a bullet through
that fucking guy's head?

Yep.

Hey, Avi.

- Yes?
- Can I hold your gun?

Why?

'Cause it's fucking sick.

No.

- Come on, Avi.
- No!

What do you want to be, Conor?

What do you mean?

With your life... what
do you want to be?

Fucking gangster, like Dad.

Your father's not a gangster.

Fuck yeah, he is. You
see his car, his clothes?

You know nothing.

You are not going to be a criminal.

No.

You know why he does what he does?

Skrilla, yo.

Shut your black talk mouth.

You and your sister... that's why.

So that you don't have
to do what he does...

what his father did.

And when I'm blessed with a child,

he'll never even see a gun.

No fucking way.

And you neither.

You have to go to
school, get into hedge funds.

I'm not gonna be a gardener, dude.

Hedge funds are money, boy.

Skrilla, yo.

Yeah, whatever.

Mr. Donovan?

You represent Ivan Belikov?

Well, I'm afraid
that's none of your business.

What's his connection to Sonia Kovitzky?

There is no connection.

Ms. Kovitzky's an art
dealer, and Mr. Belikov...

An art dealer who
has a problem at the port

just like Belikov.

Coincidence, I'm sure.

Aah! Oh, my God!

What's her connection to Belikov?

Does she work for Belikov?

I got fucking people coming
after my family.

How are they connected?

Please, no. Please...

Stop!

Stop! No!

Good job, girls. Bring it home!

Yeah! Way to go! Hooray!

Great goal!

Way to go, girls.

Way to go. Whoo!

I didn't realize you
had a child at this school.

I don't.

I was being facetious, Mr. Donovan.

I would know if you did.

Come with me to the concession stand.

We can get a snack.

My treat.

I ran into your lawyer today at County.

My attorney... how is he?

He told me a few things.

He did?

That seems out of character.

What was the topic of conversation?

You.

You and Belikov.

You want a cupcake?

Two, please.

They have the greatest baking club here.

They make the most amazing stuff.

It's not just art, is it?

It's drugs, girls...

Belikov runs your whole operation.

Look, I didn't even know.

Cops don't know anything either.

Muncie's gone.

Please. I'll keep my mouth shut.

Just keep my family out of it.

Do your kids play soccer?

- Can we cut the bullshit?
- Do they?

- My son did.
- It's a nice sport.

Still, I worry about head trauma.

All those little concussions.

I can get him out.

Who?

Belikov... what if I can get him out?

Why would you want to do that?

I need a week.

A week is a very long time.

What if I cover your losses?

Mr. Waller will send you a bill.

You know the
best thing about Boston?

What?

I got this old buddy, Mickey Donovan.

He'll be there waiting for us.

You're gonna love him.

Is that your real name?

Yeah.

Have you thought any more
about what we talked about?

Yeah.

Zip me up.

Thank you.

And?

And...

now that we've been properly introduced,

I'll do it,

Mickey Donovan.

Where's your mother?

I don't know. In her room?

Fuck.

Abby's not here.

- What?
- She's not here.

Fuck.

Abby, where the fuck are you?

Call me back.

♪ Hola? ♪

♪ Como estas? ♪

♪ Has estado bien todas
esas solitarias ♪

♪ Solitarias,
solitarias, solitarias noches? ♪

♪ Eso es lo que
diria et diria todo... ♪

- Hey. Hey, how are you?
- Good.

♪ Si descolgaras el telefono ♪

♪ Si, si, si ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ How you feeling? ♪

When you get the
signal, you cut the power.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.

Then you just walk away. Nothing more.

You're gonna
pay me 25 grand for that?

Sure.

What is it?

Look at that.

- That's a good sign.
- Oh, you think?

Yeah. Ed's got
the eighth sense, bro.

- What?
- He can sense poon.

What are six and seven?

Losing lottery numbers and
bitches with herpes, yo.

- Come on, hit that. Yeah.
- It's time.

Hey, bring that over here.

- Oh, wow!
- Look at that.

Thank you all for coming.

Yeah!

- Whoo!
- All right.

Whoo!

Thirty-five years ago, my
daddy, Big Bill Primm,

put four million U.S. dollars

inside this big old green horseshoe.

It's been a part of Primm's history.

In fact, it put Primm on the map.

Now, tonight, we're gonna
take things a bit further.

See, we're gonna break this thing open,

and we're gonna use this money

to build the greatest
Native American museum

and cultural arts center in the world

in our town.

Now, those of you who know
me also know my nanny, Algoma.

She raised me since I was a little baby.

Algoma means, "Valley of the flower,"

and she is my beautiful flower.

She taught me the
history of her people...

Here we go.

And shared her pain with me.

She told me of the genocides,

of the massacres and the chopping,

and the subsequent alcoholism that...

well...

we owe these people a tremendous debt.

Anyway, that's my goal,

and without further
ado, Algoma, with this...

ceremonial tomahawk,

we're gonna... we're
gonna break this thing open

and use this money for good.

Do the honors, ma'am.

Come on.

Go, go, go, go.

Use the generator, somebody.

Twenty-six Mississippi, 27 Mississippi,

28 Mississippi,

29 Mississippi.

No, Ed, keep the goggles
on. It's not time yet.

Oh, shit!

Move, people! Move!

You thought about that
house in Panorama City?

I don't want to move to the Valley.

There's a lot of Mexicans out there.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You're gonna say that to me today,

while I'm locked down in the middle of

some fucking Irish war?

I should've never left Terry and Daryll.

What's your fucking problem?

You're where you have to
be, looking out for your family.

Oh, leave me alone, Teresa.

Leave you alone.

All you do is leave me alone.

You'd rather I fuck a toy.

Come on, leave me alone.

You know what?

I should fuck you with this.

Fuck you.

Look who's angry.

Yeah, fuck you.

- How angry are you, baby?
- Fuck you.

- Yeah? Yeah?
- Yeah.

Say it like you mean it!

Fuck you!

About time that cock got hard.

What're you doing?

Bridge and I got in a fight.

Yeah?

She said she doesn't want to have kids.

You fought about that?

I don't know. We just fucking fought.

You took care of it?

How?

Doesn't matter.

I think we're past that now, Ray.

I paid 'em off.

What'd that cost?

Everything we got.

I'm sorry, Abs.

I'm so fucking sorry.

I don't care.

I don't care about any of
it... not the house or the money.

You know that, right?

Yeah.

I just want to be with you.

That's it.

Always have.

And still do.

Yeah, me too.

Since we're handing out bad news...

I had a mammogram, right?

What?

And there was some shit in my breasts,

so I had a... biopsy and...
and... and an MRI.

Wait a minute.

It's not terrible, Ray.

It's just so fucking confusing.

It's... it's something
called stage zero breast cancer.

But the doctor says that I have to

have mastectomies and radiation.

We'll fix it.

You understand me?

We will fucking fix it.

I'm not gonna do it.

What are you talking about?

I am not gonna treat something

that may not even be there, Ray.

I'm not even ever going
back to the fucking doctor.

The hell you're not.

You can fix what happened today,

but the rest is up to me, okay?

Don't be scared.

Oh, yeah.

- Oh, yeah.
- You like that?

- Uh-huh.
- Mm-hmm.

- Ah!
- Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

See, I knew this would hurt you.

No, you dumb fuck.

It's a contraction.

Teresa's having the baby.

She's having the fucking
baby. She's having it.

Okay, calm down. Calm
down. It will be fine.

- We got to go right now.
- No, I can't let you go.

I have to get in touch with Ray.

Fuck you.

- Come on.
- Please.

Please, I can deliver a child.

Get the fuck out of our way, asshole.

Okay, I'll get some hot
water, some towels... please!

I'm not having a fucking baby here.

- Teresa's having the baby.
- Whoa, whoa.

All right, I'll come with you.

I'm the baby's father,
Ray. I can do this alone.

All right, go.

Fuck.

Take this to Waller. Make
sure he gets it tonight.

Okay.

Sylvie. Sylvie.

I've come to say good-bye.

What the hell are you doing out here?

Baby, come inside. People
are looking for you.

They took the fucking
money. They took the money.

Ed and Pinkie took it
all, but I'm gonna get it back.

Okay, look, just stop talking
crazy. Of course...

Fucking Jerry kept telling me

I was a crooked tree... that I'm cursed.

Shh. Wait, wait. Shh,
shh. No, no, no, no.

Yeah, maybe, but someone's gonna pay.

No, baby. Shh.

You're not cursed.

Shit just went bad, that's all.

Now we got to get you hid.

We will figure something out, all right?

I can't stay here.

No, you motherfucker. Don't you leave me.

I don't want to take you down with me.

Let me decide if
you're taking me down or not.

Oh, come on, baby.

Honey, maybe... maybe it
ain't so bad being a crooked tree.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

'Cause when those guys...

when they come to cut down that forest,

they take the tall, straight ones.

They leave the crooked ones alone.

Sweetheart...

You will be the last
one standing, daddy.

You and me.

Good-bye, beautiful.

I'll be in touch.

Hey.

Oh, ho, look at you.

Look at you.

Look at you, the new star of the family.

Here, I'll put you up
here with the other stars.

Oh, you're so beautiful.

You're beautiful.