Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 4 - Federal Boobie Inspector - full transcript

Previously on Ray Donovan...

He's with the Russian mob.

What does that have to do with us?

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.

So we decided to go after him ourselves.

It's not just art, is it?



It's drugs, girls.

Belikov runs your whole operation.

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

I got a sure thing happening,
and I could use a partner.

Back in Primm, inside a casino,

there's a gorgeous green horseshoe

filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Tomorrow night in the
middle of the party,

we cut the power.

We grab the horseshoe,

and we're out before
anyone is the wiser.

I had a mammogram, Ray.

It's something called stage
zero breast cancer.



Please. I can deliver a child.

Get the fuck out of our way, asshole!

Hands! Hands!

Put the fucking gun down. Put it down.

She keeps fucking texting me,

threatening to kill me.

There's a puta that I been fuckin'.

Who is she?

She's my sister, Marisol.

I'm coming.

Oh, yeah.

Anything on the DA?

He clips his toenails,
he brushes his teeth,

and he feeds his fish,

but I'm sure tonight is
when a group of hookers

are gonna show up with
a bottle of scotch

and a shit-ton of Molly.

Anything...

from the DA?

Well, no luck with the evidence locker.

Place has been shut
down since Muncie got killed.

Oh, shit.

I hope Ima's recording So
You Think You Can Dance.

What?

What? It's a great show.

It has talented people.

Look, Ray, there's no way
we're gonna turn this guy.

We fucking can't, and even if we could,

he's not gonna let Belikov out.

She's right, boss.

We should just fucking
kill Sonia Kovitsky.

Keep watching him.

But we...

We got to pull the floors up, Ray.

Yeah, we have to replace them, Ray.

You sure you don't
want to get treatment?

Why not?

'Cause I don't have cancer.

There's nothing there.

It's just a test some
fucking asshole made up

to make money,

and it shows every goddamn thing.

It's stage zero.

This isn't like your mom.

This is different.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Go to bed.

Good night.

So...

I've been speaking to Jackson Holt,

and he doesn't think that Belikov

killed those Armenians.

Might be easier if you told the truth.

Turn yourself in for the murders.

Hey, let's go.

Come on.

Leaving so soon, Mr. Donovan?

I'm going to meet my new granddaughter.

Oh, good heavens.

Well, I hope she's got your eyes.

You look just like Paul Newman.

Thank you.

Where is your granddaughter?

Los Angeles.

Well, I'm going as far as
the outlet malls in Covina,

but maybe I can take you all the way.

- Sure. Great.
- Good.

Right there. Come on.

Jesus Christ.

Come on, we're in a fucking drought.

Homemade.

What?

Anything?

Nope.

Dude just literally
washed his tuchus in a bidet.

But we'll keep watching him.

All right.

I can't wait to smell her.

I love the smell of new babies.

It brings back memories.

What, shitty diapers and no sleep?

Yeah, like you'd fucking know.

Good. You're here.

- What's so important, Bunch?
- Hey, Teresa.

Come out here, will you?

Oh, she looks just like you, Bunch.

Oh!

Look at her. Yeah.

"Hi, Uncle Ray."

Oh!

Ray?

What?

I want you to be the
godfather to baby Maria.

Bunch.

Lookit, I mean...

I mean, God forbid

something happened to me and Teresa.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Yeah, I could get hit by a bus.

Teresa could get cancer. You know.

It's a real honor, Bunchy, Teresa.

Right, Ray?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, you got to be the godmother too.

Oh.

Yeah, Ray, congratulations.

Yeah, that, uh...
that's a good look, Ray.

Aw.

Did you know that Paul Newman

and Joanne Woodward were
married for 50 years?

Till the day he died.

Imagine. In Hollywood. Huh.

Why go out for hamburger

when you got steak at home to fuck?

Right?

Exactly.

♪ I don't care if it rains or freezes ♪

♪ As long as I have my plastic Jesus ♪

♪ Sittin' on the dashboard of my car ♪

♪ Comes in colors pink and pleasant ♪

♪ Glows in the dark 'cause
it's iridescent ♪

♪ Take it with you when
you travel far ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

Give me some good news, Harriet.

There's no way

I can get you that money by tonight.

That's refinancing your apartment,

selling the Fite Club.

How fast can you do it?

Could take months, Ray.

Get it done.

Hey.

Yeah, things are about
to get very interesting.

He bought a labeling gun.

I'll take care of Holt.

I need you to do something else.

Really? Ray, I prom... I'll do anything.

Anything. I promise.

Ray? Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

- Can I come in?
- Of course.

Oh, Ray.

I shouldn't have blown
up at you at the funeral.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it. I deserved it.

I've missed you guys.

Deb, I need to get into Ezra's closet.

Nothing ever changes
with you, does it, Ray?

I need to get into the safe.

What fucking safe?

The two of you and your fucking secrets.

You're beautiful.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Where's Teresa?
- She's sleeping.

I told her I could look after Maria.

It's a stupid fucking tradition, Terry.

Yeah.

I know Ray was there for you, Bunch,

but I raised you too.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

No, I get it.

I don't have a wife. I ain't got kids.

I got fucking Parkinson's.

I could ask Ray if
maybe he'd do it with you.

Nah.

I can't take care of a fucking kid.

- Hey, Abby.
- Lena?

This is my friend Jeannie.

- Hi.
- Hello.

Ray asked me to bring her over.

She's a cancer doctor.

Just fuck off, both of you.

Hey.

Are you gonna tell the
whole fucking world?

Abs.

This is my fucking problem, okay?

What the fuck are you doing?

Drinking.

Ray Donovan, here to see Mr. Price.

I knew.

I fucking knew.

She hated me.

She fucking hated
me, and she wanted him.

Something snapped.

I hit her with that rope hook,

and she fell into the water.

I stood there, and I let her drown.

I need you to
focus on what I'm saying.

Suzi had been drinking.

You both went below deck at 11 p.m.

You went to sleep, and when you woke up

in the morning, she was gone.

Ezra...

Say it back to me.

Suzi had been drinking.

We both went below deck at 11 p.m.

Ezra Goldman.

So you blackmailing me?

There's a Russian named Ivan Belikov

who's been charged with
killing eight Armenians.

And?

Jackson Holt is prosecuting the case.

Is this about money?

I'll pay you more than you're getting.

Holt needs to drop the charges.

What's the worst thing you ever did

in your life, Mr. Donovan?

What wakes you up in
the middle of the night?

How would you feel if
I came into your home

and threw that horrible
secret in your face?

It's not about me.

Ezra promised me this would go away.

Told me it'd never come back.

Ezra's dead.

Hector?

I'll be right there.

Got to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?

No.

Just resting your eyes, huh?

Uh-uh.

You want me to drive for a while?

Need a nap, honey?

Last thing on my mind.

I was thinking

today is not a good
day to go to the outlets.

- No?
- No.

And I was thinking

a drive to LA could be so nice.

Well, thank you.

It would be very kind of you.

Mm-hmm.

It ain't gonna lick itself, Mickey.

Let the good times roll.

- Why did you leave me?
- What's he on?

He's dead. He's fucking dead.

What'd he fucking take?

I don't know.

Shit.

We were drinking.

Fucking smoking.

Fuck me!

Don't let him die.

All right.

All right.

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So what's the deal with you two?

We're not together.

That's not what I asked.

We were together.

Who broke up with who?

She did.

So this is your guilt trip, huh?

The fuck?

Listen,

I know a lot about DCIS.

I'm here to help.

Listen, we haven't figured
it all out yet.

We got bloodstains on the floor.

Hey, Abby.

Abby?

You want to go do something?

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Well, let's go, then. Come on.

What are you doing, Hector?

Don't fucking look at me like that, Ray.

I don't need your fucking judgment, man.

Trying to kill yourself?

Is that it?

Fuck you, Ray.

What about your daughter?

Hmm?

What about the mess you're leaving her?

Drink this. Drink.

Keep talking.

You're gonna kill him.

Really?

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Funny, he was fine with me

before Romero, before you.

You got some fucked logic.

And you got a crush
on my little brother.

Don't say shit like that, Marisol.

What, you want to be with him, Hector?

Is that it?

Why do you have to
fucking poison everything?

Oh, by the way, here is my number.

Aren't you afraid your
husband's gonna pick up?

Darling, he'd have to
get out of the chair.

But you... you...

mm, you call me anytime, okay?

- Thanks for the
ride. - You bet. Bye-bye.

Hey, huh?

Come on. Try something living.

Here. Come on. Come
on. Something that moves.

Something that hits back. Come on.

Oh. Oh, you're angry?

Me too.

Hey, I hear... I
hear you're an uncle again.

Hey.

Take those fucking things off.

Look, I've been
thinking about what you said.

I don't agree. I disagree.

You're a fucking Donovan, kid.

Black Irish. Best of both worlds.

I'm telling you.

What do you want, Mickey?

Nothing. I'm here to see the baby.

You know me too well, huh?

The truth is,

I got a job for you in Primm, Nevada.

Dangerous, I ain't
saying it's gonna be easy,

but there's 100 grand
cash in there for you.

Yeah, right.

You don't get enough.

Get your ass into it. Come on.

Get into it.

Start fucking moving.

Ah. Hello, beautiful mama.

Oh, fuck no.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I'm here to see my
gorgeous granddaughter.

- Pop!
- Hey, Bunch.

Thanks for the
picture. Thanks for the picture.

Where is she?

Oh. Hey, go get Maria, huh?

I want Pop to hold her.

Are you fucking kidding me?

What?

Go get the fucking baby.

Named her Maria, huh?

Yeah.

Good for you.

Named her after Ma.

That's good, son.

She'd be proud looking down, huh?

Hey, listen.

Look what I got.

Can we smoke? Huh?

Can we smoke?

- Sure.
- Yeah.

Brendan, I need you.

Maybe it's best you leave, Pop.

For now.

Okay. Okay.

You might be right.

Let things settle a little bit.

Yeah.

Good to see you.

Bye, Pop.

Yeah?

Hey, Ray. Check it out.

Mickey is back in town.

Now, he just came into the Fite Club

with some bullshit about
a job in Primm, Nevada.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah. Guy wants everyone killed.

All right.

Thanks for letting me know.

What's up?

My father's back.

What does he want?

I don't know.

Some fucking plan to
rob a casino in Primm.

Something about four
million dollars in a horseshoe.

Your father is a fucking lunatic.

Yeah.

What's wrong with you?

What the hell are you doing asking Ray

to be the godfather without
asking me first?

What do you mean?

Ray's gonna be a great godfather.

I'm not gonna send our kid

to a house where people get shot.

They're my family, Teresa.

Ray's not gonna be the godfather.

Oh, yeah. He is.

Your brother's a psycho.

So is your father.

I want to move back to Bakersfield.

Be with my people.

Freshly squeezed.

Yeah. Nice, nice.

Bought myself a juicer.

SkyMall.

So what brings you

to the poor part of town, Mr. Price?

Oh, holy fuck, Ray. I love his movies.

I need a favor, Jackson.

Of course.

This goes against

just about everything you stand for.

What is it?

Three Matadors?

That is a classic.

Shut the fuck up, please.

Tell me what it is.

A man's been arrested for murder.

Yes?

He's facing charges brought
by your office.

And?

I need you to drop the charges.

I know... I know I'm putting
you in a difficult position.

I don't really have a
choice, though, do I?

I don't want to hurt your future, son.

I think you know that.

I owe you my future.

Give me the name.

Mr. Price?

Mr. Price, are you okay?

I killed her.

What?

I killed my wife.

I killed Suzi.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ezra Goldman helped me cover it up.

He promised me it would go away.

Now what do we do?

I don't fucking know, Av.

Yeah, well, you can't keep
paying that bitch forever.

Look into that casino robbery in Primm.

Find out if there were any arrests.

Wait. You can't be serious.

Just do it.

- What's up, baby?
- Hey, boo.

What's happening?

Hey, you want a loosie?

Kid.

Damon. Damon!

What, you gonna pull a gun on me again?

What happened at the gym was fucked up.

You walked into something
you shouldn't have.

- That ain't no gym.
- Yeah, it is.

With guns and shit at the door?

Well, we try to keep it a gym.

Listen, kid. I meant what I said.

No, you didn't.

Shakey McFuck.

How much for a cigarette?

A dollar.

You got a light?

You ever heard of Marvin Hagler?

No.

You know, you remind me of him.

You move the same.

Is he a boxer or something?

No, he's a fucking dancer.

Yeah?

I looked into the horseshoe.

Mickey's telling the truth.

And?

No arrests have been made,

which means the money's
probably still out there.

Okay.

Ray, what are we going to
do about Sonia Kovitsky?

I'll think of something.

Hey, son.

Come on. Stop, have a smoke.

Celebration smoke, huh?

They're strong, so you
got to pace yourself.

Here.

How you doing?

I don't know.

Fatherhood agree with you?

I never changed a diaper in my life.

- I got to get back in, Pop.
- Hey, hold on.

I wouldn't ask you
this if it wasn't important.

I know things haven't
gone good in the past,

but I need your help.

- You in trouble?
- No, nothing like that.

I got a job for you.

It's fucking dangerous,
I ain't gonna lie to you,

but there's...

200 grand cash in it for you.

Hey, Terry.

What the fuck are you doing back?

Come to see the baby.

Are you coming in, Bunch?

Bunch?

Give these to Teresa, would you?

Hey, Damon. This is my brother Daryll.

Your brother's black?

Black Irish.

Wrap up.

Ray?

Maybe you were right about Sonia.

Yeah, boss?

Let's get rid of her.

Hey!

Watch the fucking road, dick.

Ray? Are you still there?

Forget what I just said.

Fifteen years ago,

I was a general oncologist.

Yeah?

There's a reason I became
a breast cancer specialist.

Go ahead.

Feel them.

Touch 'em.

Don't be shy. Come on. Come on.

Give 'em a good feel.

Oh, my God.

They feel real, don't they?

- Yeah, they feel fucking great.
- Yeah.

They really do.

Wow.

You can stop touching them now,

you fucking pervert.

I'm gonna tell you something.

I am so blessed

to be drunk as hell

sitting with a sexy woman like you

in a shitty bar like this.

I wouldn't be here

if it wasn't for a pushy doctor

who forced me to face reality.

Stay alive, Abby.

I mean, why not?

Yeah.

Fuck it. All right.

Attagirl.

The gallery is closed, Mr. Donovan.

Can we talk?

If you need something,
speak to my attorney.

- It has to be you.
- I said speak to Mr. Waller.

I'm out of money. I need more time.

I'm running out of patience.

I know how to get Belikov out.

I could turn the DA.
I just need more time.

And if that doesn't work?

I'll turn myself in.

If I can't get him
out, I'll do the time.

What good am I to you dead?

You kill me, Belikov stays
in prison forever.

♪ Try, try, try to let it ride ♪

♪ Would you let it ride? ♪

♪ Would you let it ride? ♪

♪ Would you let it ride? ♪

♪ Would you let it ride? ♪

Thanks a lot.

I was great, and you were shit.

- Same again, Ed?
- Yes, Lisa.

People underestimate Canadian
rock and roll, Ray.

They think Joni's from LA. She's not.

They lump in Neil Young with
Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

These are Canadians.

Rush. Bryan Adams.

Yeah, well, that's my point.

Everybody blames Canada
for Rush and Bryan Adams,

and they forget about
all the good stuff.

Bachman-Turner Overdrive
is shit, though, Cochran.

What are you doing here, Ray?

I got to be honest,

never took you for a karaoke guy.

I'm not.

I'll have what he's having, please.

Tequila.

So you gonna sing for us today, Ray?

What are you doing here?

I got a job for you.

Is the job telling
you to go fuck yourself?

Because seriously, fuck yourself, Ray.

You don't got a job. You got a need.

I know you, motherfucker.

Two more, please.

You got anything on Jackson Holt?

See, to me, you look
like a Bob Seger man.

Am I right?

All right. I need your help, Cochran.

Yeah, well, I need to
know if you're a Bob Seger man.

I'm not a fucking Bob
Seger man, all right?

Got nothing to say to you, then.

I can pay you.

I don't think you can afford me, Ray.

Drinking cheap tequila in
a fucking karaoke bar?

I think I can afford you.

Yeah, well, whose fault is that, huh?

As a result, I have a
special Ray Donovan price.

Name it.

Five million dollars.

You're off your fucking rocker.

Okay.

I guess it's not that important to you.

You got anything or not?

Jackson Holt, really? Really?

Yeah.

Ray, a guy like Holt,

you have to feed the fucking beast, man.

What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

It means a white whale

to make his name
ring throughout the land.

That's all that guy cares about.

MJ. OJ.

- Phil fucking Spector.
- You got one?

Ray, just give me five
million dollars, all right?

In return, what I will give you

will make Holt cream
in his fucking jeans.

All right? I'm serious. Headlines.

I'm talking big fat
fucking CNN segments.

Who?

- Jesus.
- What?

He's just all right with me, man.

I'm feeling that. I'm going up again.

What do you got, Cochran?

What do I got? What do I got?

All right. There you go.

Sherman fucking Radley?

This guy's a real beauty, okay?

I'm surprised you've
never worked for him, actually.

The file I have on this guy

will shock the fucking world, all right?

You bring it to Holt,

that guy will do whatever the fuck it is

you need him to do.

I promise you.

Two million.

I said five million, Ray.

Two.

If I do two... if I do two...

you got to do something else for me.

- What?
- Two words, man.

Bob fucking Seger.

I'm serious.

Come on!

♪ I know you're weary ♪

- I know you're wea...
- Yeah!

Sing!

♪ Don't include me ♪

♪ Still here we are ♪

♪ Both of us lonely ♪

Come on. Commit!

♪ Longing for shelter ♪

♪ From all that we see ♪

Yeah!

♪ Why should we worry? ♪

♪ No one will care, girl ♪

♪ Look at the stars ♪

♪ So far away ♪

♪ We've got tonight ♪

♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪

♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪

♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

Now I'm in there, see? I'm
giving her the full arsenal.

♪ Deep in my soul ♪

♪ I've been so lonely ♪

♪ All of my hopes ♪

♪ Fading away ♪

♪ I've longed for love ♪

♪ Like everyone else does ♪

♪ I know I'll keep searching ♪

♪ Even after today ♪

♪ So there it is, girl ♪

♪ I've said it all now ♪

♪ And here we are, babe ♪

♪ What do you say? ♪

♪ We've got tonight ♪

♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪

♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪

♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

♪ I know it's late, I know you're weary ♪

♪ Weary ♪

♪ Ooh, I know your plans ♪

♪ Don't include me ♪

♪ Still here we are ♪

♪ Both of us lonely ♪

♪ Both of us lonely ♪

♪ Lonely ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

- Yeah!
- All right!

Ray Donovan, everybody!

Yeah! Whoo!

The baby likes you, see?

You're very peaceful.

Hey.

Four million dollars in
that fucking horseshoe?

Yeah.

You know where the money is?

Yeah.

Indian named Ed Moapa has it.

Go to bed, Bunch.

Pop needs help, and I'm gonna help him.

You got a wife and baby now.

Mickey's a fucking idiot.

No way I'm letting you go.

Fuck you, Ray.

Who died and made you boss?

I said go to bed.

All right.

You stay here.

We got to talk.

What's the matter, Bunch?

Did the Godfather send you to bed?

Fuck you.

Look, I know things have
gotten fucked up in the past...

Other than the cops, who
else is looking for it?

Just a cocksucker named
Little Bill Primm.

Who's he?

Owns the casino.

What's the deal with the Indian?

Just an Indian. Works in a gas station.

Anyone else involved?

An inbred desert rat named Pinkie.

Money's real, Ray.

I'll pick you up tomorrow
morning, 5 a.m.

Holy shit.

Sometimes you got to believe in God.

What was that shit with Lena earlier?

I don't want you to die.

That's what it was.

So you set me up with her ex?

Yeah.

Well...

she kissed me on the mouth.

And I felt her tits.

Well, that plan sure backfired.

What's all this?

That's your baptism robe.

I thought Maria could wear
it for the christening.

Where'd you get it?

I kept it.

You're drunk.

Fuck you. You're drunk.

Yeah.

I thought you stopped drinking.

Yeah.

I like you drunk.

Right now.

The way you're looking at me.

That kind of drunk, I like.

Hmm.

I sang karaoke tonight.

The hell you did.

♪ I know it's late ♪

♪ I know you're weary ♪

♪ I know your plans ♪

♪ Don't include me ♪

♪ Still here we are ♪

♪ Both of us lonely ♪

♪ Longing for shelter ♪

♪ From all that we see ♪

♪ Why should we worry? ♪

♪ No one will care, girl ♪

♪ Look at the stars ♪

♪ So far away ♪

♪ We've got tonight ♪

♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪

♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪

♪ Why don't you stay? ♪