Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 5, Episode 3 - Dogwalker - full transcript

[Ray] Previously
on
Ray Donovan...

Ray!
[gasps]

[tires screech]

[crashing]

♪ ambient dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[Lena]
Natalie James is here.

[Ray over phone]
Who brought her?

Nobody.
She came alone.

[woman on TV] The pictures
of The Waterfall star

were taken during
a trip to Jamaica,



but no word yet
on who leaked them.

I'm afraid to go home.

I'm taking my things.

I'm taking my dog,
and I'm leaving.

Give me my dog!

Fucking over my dead body
you take our dog.

[Landry] Thanks for
getting here so quickly.

So what's the problem?

This.
It's coming out by day's end.

- [Ray] Is this true?
- [Landry] Unfortunately, it is.

And she's been
spending company money,

trying to fund
her personal wars.

You know Tom and Vicky?

All relevant and
Pacific-pertaining materials



in their possession
must be returned.

[Vicky] What are the terms?

Landry gave me two bags,
500 in each.

You get the same
every year moving forward.

[Vicky] That's all of it.

Winslow's not fit, Ray.

What she does,
the way she does things.

Do you think that there's
a moral to this story,

Mr. Donovan?

Don't get pushed out.

♪♪♪

I went back for Pepper.

And he...

Can you help me?

I shot him.

We started fighting.

We were in the living room,
and, um...

I don't fucking know.
We ended up upstairs.

And, um,

he came at me.

And I grabbed his gun, and...

and then I-I just--
I lost it.

[breathes shakily]

Because he...

he attacked me, Ray.

He attacked me.

Did you kill him?

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

I went back for Pepper.

[scoffs]
And do you know

what he was doing
when I went inside?

He was jerking off
into a pair of my panties.

Fucking freak.

Natalie.

Yes.
[exhales]

Yeah, I killed him.

♪♪♪

[door opens]

[Mickey] Ray-Ray.
Where'd you go?

It got good after you left.

Those cops can party.

Oh, excuse me, son.

I didn't know you had company.

I need you to stay here
and keep an eye on her.

Can you do that for me, Mick?

Sure, you got it.

Natalie, this is
my father, Mick.

[Ray] He's gonna stay with you,
all right?

[door opens]

I had a drink or two.
[soft chuckle]

There was a little, uh, mix-up

down at the bar,
a little donnybrook.

Cops versus robbers.

[soft grunt]
[soft chuckle]

I can still
snap a head or two.

You know,
[imitates fists whooshing]

[Mickey sniffs]

But it all--
it all turned out--

turned out good.

Would you like a drink?

No.

Thank you.

Something to eat?

Got some nice
chicken pot pies from Ralph's.

Well, here's to a long
and happy life.

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

[dog barking in distance]

♪♪♪

[dog barking in distance]

♪♪♪

[dog barking in distance]

♪♪♪

[dog barking in distance]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

- Ah!
- [grunts]

Oh!
[grunts]

Ah!

Motherfucker.

Ah!
[panting]

[grunting]

Aah-ow!
[grunts]

♪♪♪

[blade clangs on ground]

[insects chirping]

[dog barking in distance]

[phone beeps and keypad clicks]

[phone line trilling]

[phone buzzing]

[softly groans]

There's been a shooting
at Natalie James' house.

[sniffs and sighs]

Is she dead?

[Ray] No, she shot her husband.

All right.
[clears throat]

I'll handle it.

Just do the clean-up,
and call Dr. Lopez.

Ray, if your probation officer
finds out...

I'll be fine.

[phone beeps]

[siren wails in distance]

[sighs]

What are you doing?

Gotta go to work.

Are you kidding me?

No.

But I'll be back.
I promise.

[kisses]
Okay?

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

[sighs]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[panting]

[groans loudly]

♪♪♪

[Rob groaning softly]

[panting]

You're going to jail, man.

You're going to jail.

Hey, get me the fuck
out of here!

[Rob] You're going to jail.
And that fucking whore, too!

[car door shuts]

[Rob]
Are you there?

Hey!

[door buzzes]

- [Rob] Oh, she shot me!
- [dogs barking]

[Rob] Oh, I'm fucking bleeding
all over the cage!

Oh, get me out of here!

I'm gonna fucking kill
you bitches!

Mother--the fuck?

- [dogs barking]
- Please!

[Rob] I'm gonna kill
you bitches.

I'm gonna fucking--I swear--

That's not normal behavior.

[metal rod clangs on floor]

Hey, I'm gonna open the cage
now, Rob, and I'm gonna try

and get that bullet out of you,
all right?

Fuck no.

No fucking way
that guy's operating on me.

Fuck that.
No, no.

No, no!

No! Fuck!

[screams and groans]

No!

[groaning loudly]

Ah! What the fuck?
[grunts]

What the...

...fuck you put in my ass, huh?

You might want
to take a seat there, Rob.

Fuck you.

Really.

All right.

[exhales deeply]

[birds chirping]

[bag zips]

What are you doing?

Going to work.

So what's the bag for?

I'm gonna stay at Todd's
for a while.

[bag zips]

[sighs]

I thought you said
we're all right.

You thought we were
all right, Terry?

I mean, Jesus.

You had sex with a prostitute

the night before
you proposed to me.

Hey.

I'm sorry, all right?

Don't go.

Please, don't go.

♪♪♪

[door opens and closes]

♪♪♪

[Lopez]
Mary's your mother?

I find it funny that Jesus
fell in love with a girl

who had the same name
as his mother.

What did she die of?

Cancer.

Hm.

When it comes to cancer,

we treat dogs more mercifully

than we do our fellow man.

A dog comes to me

riddled with cancer.

It's an easy decision.

Affection,
a last meal,

and then injection.

You done?

Yeah.

♪♪♪

[Ray] Appreciate the help.

♪♪♪

[Rob moans softly]

I was doing
a little stunt work.

What?

I was a stuntman.
I just said that.

Little car crash thing.

Mm, snapped my humerus
clean in half.

Oh, bone through skin, man.

Bone through skin, dude.

[soft laugh]

Oh, that's when I first met her.

Oh, she was

an ER nurse.

Oh, sexy as fuck.
Ohh.

In her scrubs and she was
just tending my wounds.

Natalie?

Oh, Sarah, her mom.
Natalie's mom.

I was 26.

Uh, she was 39.

And I moved in with her.

Unh.

[sighs]
Natalie was 16 then.

She was--mmm!

Mmm, beautiful
doesn't even describe.

No.

[grunts]

[grunts]

Did you check with Megan
about babysitting?

I did.

Don't just sit Maria down
in front of the TV

to watch cartoons all the time.

I won't.

[Latin hip-hop music playing]

[both speaking Spanish]

So that's Zorro Astuto, huh?

Yeah.

Black Widow and Zorro Astuto.

Sounds like a shitty kids book.

Why you gotta be
so negative, Brendan?

- I'm sorry.
- [baby babbling]

♪♪♪

I'm gonna miss you,
my little chicharrita.

Take care of Daddy for me, huh?

[bus horn honks twice]

[kisses]
It's only gonna be a few weeks.

I know.

♪♪♪

Good luck, baby.
I lo--

I love you.

[engine puttering]

[snores and softly groans]

[groans]

You're going to jail,
motherfucker.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I'm calling the cops.

[grunts]

What are you gonna
tell them, Rob?

You beat your wife?

Ah, that the bitch shot me.

And you let a fucking
Mexican dog doctor

do surgery on me.

All right.
Where's the gun?

What?

Where's the gun, Rob?

Where's the bullet?

Where's anything?

You call the cops,
you're gonna want some evidence.

[door opens]

Who the fuck are you?

Nobody.

I'll be downstairs.

Oh, what the fuck?

[groans softly]

Put the phone down, Rob.

I've seen this shit
a million times.

You keep it up,
one of you's gonna end up dead.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

It's not gonna be Natalie.

Understand?

[exhales]

[softly]
Mm-hmm.

Good.

Stay the fuck away from her.

You got that appointment
in an hour.

Yeah, I know.

I took that
anger management course.

Twice.

Oh, yeah?
How'd that work out for you?

Oh, well,

I'm cured.

[device beeps]

♪ tender music ♪

♪♪♪

[cell phone rings]

[device beeps]

- [phone beeps]
- Conor.

Hey, I got weigh-ins.

I gotta lose two pounds
in an hour.

Uh, sweat it out.

[Conor]
I'm all out of sweat.

Take a shit.

[soft laugh] I already did.

[Terry] So take a laxative.

Have a haircut if you gotta.

I mean, my hair's already cut.

But I'll take a laxative.

This your first match, huh?

[Conor] Yes, sir.

[Terry] Are you nervous?

No, not at all.

You want me to come?

[Conor] No.

Fuck it.

- I'm gonna come.
- [Conor] No, wait--

Uncle Terry,
don't come out here.

Hello?

Shit.

[door closes shut]

Where is she?

Where?
Who?

[dog panting]

- Oh, shit.
- [dog barks]

What time is it?

Shit, I--

I got a meeting.

I got a fuckin' meeting.

[Mickey]
I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.

All right, get up.
Get up.

This fuckin' dog.

The fuck are you doing?

Take it off.

- What?
- Take the fucking shirt off.

[sighs]

Stop.

Leave it.

It's all right.

What happened, Ray?

Ray?

He's not dead.

What do you mean,
he's not dead?

I mean, he's not dead.

He's fine.

You're fine.
Everyone's gonna be fine.

He's gonna give you
everything you want.

Really?

♪ tender ambient music ♪

♪♪♪

I'm sorry about the shirt.

I didn't mean to overstep.

♪♪♪

My wife, she, uh...

...she passed a few months ago.

♪♪♪

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what to say.

You got someplace to go?

Yeah.
The Chateau for now.

I gotta go.

[exhales]

[Mickey] Michael looked
at little Angela

and he said to her,

"The reason daughters
love their daddies the most

is that there is at least
one man in the world

who will never hurt her."

Want to help me out here, Pop?
Hm?

You know who I got that from?

A hooker friend of mine.

Years ago.

You're supposed to store up
these nuggets from the past,

that's what real writers do.

[jazzy music plays on radio]

There he is.

The next Sam Spiegel.

I'm Mickey.

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Jeff.

My son Daryll,

he's-he's working with
your superstar client Jay White.

That's a little degree
of separation, huh?

Yeah.
Uh, I'm-I'm not, uh, Jeff.

I'm Billy.
I'm Jeff's assistant.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

All right.
Have a seat.

Want something to drink?
Something to eat?

I mean, it's our place.

No, uh, thank you.

All right.

♪♪♪

Well, I'm on
pins and needles here.

♪♪♪

We're talking
a spring shoot in Boston?

♪♪♪

No, uh...

[bag clicks open]

Your coverage
is not positive.

What the fuck is coverage?

♪♪♪

"More exclamation points

than human eyes
should be forced to bear.

Hackneyed.

Saccharine mess.

Cloying, wooden dialogue."
Who wrote this shit?

Who's Marty Randell?

One of the, uh,
readers, probably,

but it-it-it doesn't matter
who wrote it.

All that matters is
i-i-if it gets a recommend.

What the fuck's a recommend?

The agency's passing
on your script, Mickey.

♪♪♪

[indistinct military chanting
in distance]

[phone key tones beeping]

[phone line trilling and beeps]

Maureen.

It's me.

Call me?

[phone beeps]

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

- [whistle shrieks]
- [cheers and applause]

[overlapping chatter]

♪♪♪

Whoo!

Yeah!
Let's go!

[scattered indistinct shouts]

♪♪♪

- [both grunting]
- [man] Two, Green!

[man] Two point, Green!

One point, Red.
Escaped.

Go get him, Con!

- [overlapping chatter]
- [man] Let him go!

[both grunt]

[whistle blowing]

We have unsportsmanlike on Red.

♪♪♪

[both grunting]

[whistle blows]

Unsportsmanlike, Green.

One point, Red.
Unnecessary roughness.

- He's out of bounds.
- [man] You got this!

- [man] Go, VMI, let's go!
- [man] Go! Go, guys!

[overlapping shouting]

[whistle blows]

[cheers and applause]

- [head thwacks]
- Ah! [groans]

- [whistle blows]
- Fuck you, man!

You fucking pussy!

[man] Hey, get--
get back to your benches!

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

[Terry] You can't
lose your head like that.

It's not a fight,
it's a sport.

It's got rules.

Motherfucker smiled at me.

Well, fuck him.

Fuck 'em all.

Are you all right, Con?

I'm fine.

Are you happy here?

[sucks teeth]
Yeah, I like it a lot.

Hey, can I tell you something?

Sure.

You can't tell my dad.

I don't know about that.

You can't.

All right.

What's up?

I've made up my mind,

and I'm gonna enlist
after graduation.

- Enlist?
- Yes.

Marines.

I'm not wasting my time
with college.

I'm not Bridget.

Yeah, but you're a smart kid.

[scoffs] No, I'm not.

And I don't want to get weak.

College makes you weak.
Money makes you weak.

Living in Calabasas
makes you weak.

See what it did
to my mom and my sister?

My dad did it right.

You gotta be tough
in this world.

Yeah. [sighs]

But the Marines?

None of us did that.

Yeah, but I'll be good at it.

I'll be a great fuckin' soldier.

Come here.

Jed?

- You missed your appointment.
- Yeah, well, I'm here now.

I see that.

Sit down and press play.

Watch the entire video.
Take the test.

If you score better
than 70 percent,

you can come back
next week.

If you fail,
I'll report you.

[soft groan]

[Jon on computer]
Hi, Jon here!

It doesn't take a lot
to make me angry.

What about you?

Did some schmuck
cut you off on the freeway?

Did someone take your sandwich
from the refrigerator at lunch?

Hey, it's okay,
we all get angry.

But punching a wall
or screaming won't fix it.

Truth is, anger is pretty
harmful to your physical health.

Is this ACA?

"Blithely ignoring

the hundred some-odd
bank heist flicks

already committed to celluloid."

I'd like to speak
to Marty Randell's office.

"Four Leaf
confidently dispatches

its innumerable clichés

like German panzer tanks."

Marty Randell.

Mart-Marty Randell.

"It is, forgive my French,

a piece of 'merde'."

[Marty]
Hey, this is Marty.

Hello?
Hello?

I know where that cocksucker is.

Hey, Bunch, I'm supposed
to meet Ray for lunch.

Give me that.

[Harriet] I got a business
proposition for him.

Well, he ain't here.

Uh, give me a gin and tonic,
would ya?

Yeah.
Hey.

Give her a gin and tonic,
would ya?

Ray's not here.

It's not Ray
that I'm looking for.

Let's take a little walk
together, Mick.

Actually, I'm pretty busy--

I said fucking walk.

Frank.

That's not the way two assholes
should talk to each other.

So what the fuck
is going on, Frank?

We've got a little problem
with Avi Rudin.

"We"?

Yeah, we.

That son of a bitch came to me,
not too long after

that shit with Sokolov
went down.

I don't know nothing about that.

Oh, fuck, come on, Mick.

I know everything that
went down that night, all right?

So just shut the fuck up
and listen to me.

So Avi comes to me
a few months ago,

tells me he's not working
with Ray.

You knew that.

So I told him, yeah,

I got a few things
for him to do here and there.

He was actually useful
for a stretch.

So?

So, turns out,

he kept a pretty big stash
of Sokolov's stuff.

He was selling it,

using his relationship
with me as a cover.

So cut him out.

I tried.

♪ soft tense music ♪

Did you tell Ray?

No fuckin' way.

And neither will you.

Ray's too goddamn loyal.

What are you asking me
to do here?

♪♪♪

My problem

is your problem
is Ray's problem.

Lord knows Ray has enough
on his plate right now as it is.

♪♪♪

I'll be in touch.

[knocks on door]

Come in.

I, uh, I passed.

Seventy-three.

Good.

Can I go?

[inhales and exhales deeply]

Night you were arrested,

is that the day your wife died?

Did your brother say
something to you insensitive?

No.

Then maybe you can explain to me
why you attacked him.

It was, you know...

[inhales deeply]
...a misunderstanding, so.

Just a misunderstanding.

Nothing else.

Yeah.

This type of counseling
doesn't work for everybody,

but you already
know that, right?

No, I just--

It doesn't work
because most people

don't have a reason
to make it work.

You, though.

You're not a 19-year-old punk
with a drug problem.

You have a home, a family,

some success.

You have kids that
need you more than ever.

You didn't beat your brother
in the head repeatedly

and trash your own restaurant
over a misunderstanding.

You can go.

[pen scribbling]

Hey.
It's me.

You all right?

I need one more thing.

Is it important?

Please, Ray.

[indistinct chatter]

[upbeat music on speakers]

I'm telling you, Maria.

Four Leaf is a great script.

What does Marty Randell know?

[whimpers]

Exactly.
Nothing.

Nothing.

Marty Randell
knows fuckin' nothing.

Simple as that.

Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.

You remember that,
you'll be okay.

Here.

Yeah.

There you go.

You're gonna sleep good tonight.
[whistles softly]

♪♪♪

[Harriet]
During the Great Recession,

storage was one
of the only sectors

to post positive returns.

A complex there with 500 units,

in eight years,
you'll make 2.6 million,

worst case scenario.

Best case?
Twice that.

What does the guy want?

1.2 million.

But, you know,
if you give him cash,

I'm sure he'll
knock 100 grand off.

You know, why's he selling?

Well, he's retiring.
He's moving to Florida.

It's a good deal, Bunch.

And what do you get?

What?

Say I'm interested,

what do you get?

[soft laugh]

Five percent.

But I handle
everything financial.

It's the same deal
I have with your brother.

What do I gotta do every day?

That's the thing.

You'd be your own boss.

You need maybe a couple of guys
to run the place.

And then you just get to
sit back and count your money.

[baby babbles]

[tapping on door]

Tell my wife
I want to speak to her.

- She's not gonna want to see--
- Now, you fucking prick.

- Okay--
- [Maureen] Todd.

I got this.

Terry, I don't want
to do this right now--

Please.
Hear me out.

When my mother was dying,
my old man was...

...just fucking around on her.

And that's not an excuse.

But that's what I grew up with.

That all?

Then what?

I need you.

If you leave me...

♪ soft tender music ♪

...then I'm-I'm-I'm nothing.

You need me?

I-I've lost every woman
I've ever loved.

♪♪♪

And I can't lose you.

Yeah.

You know it's not
just about what you did.

It's that everybody knew.

And you all kept it from me.

You, Ray, Abby,
all of you.

I wanted to be
a part of your family, Terry.

You are.

You made me feel like
a fucking outsider.

Think about that.

♪♪♪

[dog barking]

[soft indistinct chatter]

[man] And we're rolling.
Rolling, guys.

[director] Okay, quiet,
everybody.

[woman]
Quiet on set.

[director]
Camera.

- [man] Rolling!
- [director] Get settled.

And... action.

[film rolling]

Come play the game
with us.

[cards shuffling]

[soft indistinct talking]

♪ gentle ambient music ♪

♪♪♪

[weakly]
Hey.

Want to come play?

Just play the game
and forget about everything.

I can't.

♪ tender music ♪

Just don't run away from this.

♪♪♪

[soft groan]

[exhales]

I'm gonna walk the dog.

With a bottle of whiskey?

Let me walk
the fucking dog, Abby.

[door opens and closes]

[insects chirping]

♪ soft ambient music ♪

♪♪♪

The car crash.

I know you.
The car crash.

[director]
And... cut!

Let's take a look.

[Landry] She's pretty special,
isn't she?

What?

I said, she's pretty special,
isn't she?

Natalie?

Yeah.

Hey, listen.

Thanks for the other day.
I appreciate it.

No problem.

I'll see you later, Ray.

♪♪♪

[overlapping chatter]

[director]
Okay, we're going again.

Right away!

[director] And action!

[crickets chirping]

What do you do, Ray?

What do I do?

Yeah, what do you do?

[sighs]

[soft chuckle]

I work for people like you.

People like me?

What does that mean?

What kind of things do you do
for people like me?

When things go wrong,
I try to make 'em right.

Yeah?

Yeah.

And what's the worst thing
I could ever do

that would require the services

of a certain Ray Donovan?

Let me ask you something.

Who were you running from
that night?

My husband and I
got into a fight.

Yeah?

Where is he now?

- We had another fight.
- [glass clinks]

I got in this
really bad car accident

a few years ago.

I had this weird feeling that...

...I had died,

but they forgot to tell me.

♪♪♪

[soft scoff]

And I was
wondering around like

some ghost.

♪♪♪

What are you thinking, Ray?

You seem really sad.

Are you sad?

Some days are just...
bad days.

That's all.

- I should go.
- [glass clinks]

One more drink.

We're just out
walking our dogs, right?

Nothing more than that.

♪♪♪

[knock on door]

Hey.

Come on in.

[door swings shut]

[Natalie] Rob called.

He agreed to the divorce.

Said he would leave me alone.

I'm sorry about your wife.

Is that what
you called me here for?

I got him as a present
for Rob years ago.

I think even then
I knew it was over.

Will you bring him back?

I was gonna do it myself,

but I didn't think
it was a good idea.

Sure.

[exhales]

[softly]
I love you, baby.

I'm gonna miss you, okay?
[kisses]

Thanks.

Ray.

[door swings shut]

- [coyote howls]
- [dogs bark]

[soft groan]

- [doorbell chimes]
- [clears throat]

[sighs]

She wants you to have him.

- [dog whimpers]
- Well.

- Those photos I leaked?

We were in Negril.

Just me and her
and rum and weed and fucking.

I'd cut out my heart
and walk back to Jamaica

with it in my hands

just to be that happy again.

- [coyote howls]
- [car door shuts]

[engine turns over]

[soft music over speakers]

Think I should
grow a mustache, Pop?

[exhales]

I think
whatever you decide to do,

you'll be great at it, son.

[woman singing on speakers]

The fuck does "El Trebol"
mean, anyway?

"The Shamrock."

♪♪♪

We were gonna be
Black Widow and The Shamrock.

Oh, an Irish thing.
[soft chuckle]

Like Four Leaf?

Exactly.

♪♪♪

Maybe some dreams
aren't meant to come true, kid.

[breathes deep]

♪♪♪

[line trilling]

Hey, it's Teresa.
Leave a message.

Hey, babe.

It's Brendan.

"El Trebol."

♪♪♪

Love you.

Hey, Mick.

I need you to watch the bar.

Where you going?

Something I gotta do.

Come on, baby.

Ooh.

- [baby coos]
- Yep, that's a baby.

I'm not in any shape
to watch anything.

[mutters]
Where you going?

Hey.

Here we go.

Lookie here.
Lookie here.

- [toy squeaks]
- Lookie here.

[grunts]

[baby coos]

[exhales]

Look.

Huh?
Look, Maria.

[soft laugh]

- Yeah.
- [baby laughs]

It's beautiful.

[insects chirping]

[dogs barking]

[coyote howls]

♪ Dope Lemon's
"How Many Times" ♪

[soft moaning]

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

♪ Here come the doorway ♪

♪♪♪

♪ It's going down the track ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Here come the dope train ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Yeah, kill a man
for talking back ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She got the red light ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Hanging on her door ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She cook that blue flame ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She'll have you on the floor ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Begging for more ♪

♪♪♪

♪ How many times ♪

♪ Does it take ♪

♪ To hear the phone ♪

♪ To hear the phone ♪

♪ How many times ♪

♪ Does it take ♪

♪ To hear the phone ♪

♪ To hear the phone ♪

♪♪♪