Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Mister Lucky - full transcript

Previously on Ray Donovan...

I'm afraid to go home.

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

Give me my dog!

Over my dead body
you take our dog.

She's pretty special, isn't she?

What?

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

I don't know what arrangements
you made with my son,

but my services aren't included.

- So what do I owe you?
- I've been getting



some excellent feedback on this

- little film that I wrote.
- Four Leaf?

One of his topnotch writers
to help spruce it up.

Jay White ain't making Michael
into a black veteran in Harlem.

Wallet, cell phone
and your fuckin' bag.

You g...

They robbed me, Pop.

My settlement money.
They took it all.

You want your money back,
you don't wanna ID me.

You gonna fuckin' help me?

Your mother's expecting me.

Mom!

Did you meet my stepson?

- Who?
- George, when you came in.



- Yeah.
- My brother's wife...

The thoughts I had
and the things I done.

Did she take her own life?

I gotta say something.

I know, honey.

It was me that
gave her the drugs.

I was in the room,
helping her do it.

I'll let you have that one.

Fuck you.

You know what
you don't like about me?

I'm the only person on this
Earth who's got the balls

to tell you the fuckin' truth.

Now you listen to me, Raymond.

It was what she fuckin' wanted.

It was her choice.

Not yours.

Don't you see what you're doing?

Bridget ran away to New York.

Conor... he's joining
the fuckin' Marines.

And that's all because of you.

I love you, Raymond.

But do yourself a favor and
look in the fuckin' mirror.

Because you're pushing us
all away.

You lookin' for something?

You want some company?

Yeah.

George is missing.

And so is the box.

What?

George took off with the box.

What do you want?

Keep the garbage off her.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Okay, okay. Here, come on.
Help me lift him.

We get caught for this...
Lethal injection at San Quentin.

- Fuckin' telling ya.
- And I said help me lift him.

He's a very large man.

Jesus.

What now?

- Yeah.
- DSquared.

- What?
- I'm sorry, Daryll Donovan?

- Yeah.
- Hey, what's happening?

- It's TripleA.
- Who?

Antoine A'Shawn Anderson.

Yeah, yeah. What's up, my man?

Hey, look, I finished
your father's movie script,

and I was hoping that you two
could come down

to Pacific tomorrow
so we can go over some shit.

Okay, yeah.
That's what's up, man.

Yeah, should...
Shouldn't be a problem.

All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Who was that?

What?

Who was that?

TripleA. Jay White's guy.

Yeah? What'd he want?

Tomorrow he wants you
to come by Pacific

so y'all can talk about
the movie.

Why'd he call you and not me?

I don't know, Pop.
Maybe you don't have a signal

on your phone.

I got, like, four bars.

Jesus, Mickey,
you're killing me.

Help me spin the legs around.

The legs are all right.
You gotta turn the body.

You gotta turn the shoulders.

Good.

Keep going, keep going.

He's starting to move
on his own, here.

See? Let him go, he's slidin'.
He's slidin'.

Yeah.
There he goes, there he goes.

Rest in peace, you prick.

Jake?

Jake?

It's too bright.

- Hey...
- Hey, hey, I got you.

Here, come here.

Got spiders. There's spiders

in my brain.

Here.

I saw my dad

at the Fulton Street Station.

He whispered in my ear.

Everything's gonna be okay.

But it's not gonna be okay.

My dad died
when I was a kid, I...

Hey... you're okay.

Hey, pretty.

That's him.
Slow down, slow down!

Get it?

What do you mean,
what am I fuckin' doing?

You talkin' to me?

What?

You say something?

Go back to sleep.

Hey.

Terry Donovan?

Who wants to know?

Mason King.

Damon's father.

Right.

I've been speaking with Damon.

Yeah?

And I wanna go 50/50 on the boy.

Yeah...

I'm sure you do.

And that's what Damon wants?

He wants me to be closer to him.

But you don't got nothing
to do with this.

I hope you don't
mind me saying, but...

you left the boy
when he was 13 and...

now he's got a chance
at the big time,

you're coming out the woodwork.

- See how that looks?
- It's not like that.

You don't understand.

I'm his father. Not you.

That's true.

Well...

here's how it is:

You hurt the kid,

and I'll hurt you.

You got that?

Now fuck off.

Shit, man, you pull me
out of County?

That's heart shit, right there!

Hey, don't worry, man.
We're gonna find

this buried treasure,
and we get our big pimpin' on.

- All right?
- All right.

- Come on.
- Hoohoo!

People as sad as us
shouldn't live so high up.

Yeah?

Turn on Stalkerazzi.

Please tell me that
Natalie James is still holed up

with our super Hollywood
fixer Ray Donovan.

I mean, this is a code
red hot situation, everyone.

It is, Marty, and yes,
they're still holed up.

And now there's
rumors circulating

she might have
a bun in the oven.

Stop it! Stop!
I can't take this in one day.

I can't take it. Ray Donovan...

Where are you going?

The mysterious Ray Donovan

may be the... the baby daddy.

I mean, maybe. We're
gonna find out soon enough.

Any guesses? Any guesses?

Um, 50/50 on the...

I have no fuckin' idea
who that Dave Donovan guy is,

but he's one lucky motherfucker,

am I right?

I mean, it's kinda hard
going back to your right hand

after doing that for a stretch.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Whatever this is,
there are, many more

layers to peel off
of this onion.

So maybe now

this is out,
he's gonna wanna talk to us.

Ray talk?
That's never gonna happen.

- Why?
- II've known

this guy... I don't know,
almost my entire career.

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey!

Listen to me, the next time
you leave the office

and you don't turn off
my computer

and you don't lock my door

will be the last fucking time

you ever leave an office

in the greater Los Angeles,

Orange County, or Ventura areas.

D...

Ray...

What are you fuckin' doing?!

My fuckin' car!

- Ray!
- Who gave you the story?

Do you have any idea what
replacement parts are for this?

No! No! Jesus, Ray!

I... I can't reveal my sources.

No! No, no!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Look, Ray, I got it, I got it.

It was your... your fixer friend.

Vicky.

VVicky Delgatti.

Yeah.

- So, you sober?
- What?

I called you last night.

You hung up on me.

You remember that?

What do you want?

George ran off with
the box of evidence.

I've been looking
for him all night.

I'll find him.

Yeah?

George Winslow's gone missing.

I need to find him.

Call his mother's office,
get me his credit card info

- and, cell phone.
- Okay.

And get me a home address
for Vicky Delgatti.

All right. Do you want me
to pick her up?

No. Just get me her address.

And get rid of those
fuckin' photographers

outside my apartment.

All right, will do.

So good.

So fuckin' good.

So, what's the plan?

I don't need a plan. Freddy
lives with his wife Misha.

They're both users.

What, addicts?

Hey, no judgment. We just go in

and bulldoze the motherfuckers.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Easy.

Listen, me and Frederico
once hit a grocery store,

came away with 15 large.

So?

So, Freddy, like,
didn't even spend a dime

except for, like,
three grand on rock star.

And a motorcycle.

Hey, give me ten bucks.

- What for?
- You'll see.

What's that for?

I don't want Freddy to know
it's me ripping him off,

you get me?

You're gonna need
a mask too, ET.

I got a mask.

An old school bus.

That's what+ I spent
my 15 large on.

From the grocery store job.

Ripped off the S and the H,
and I drove that "cool" bus

all the way down to Venus, Texas

with an Indian chick.

Dots. Rainbow was her name.

Why?

Why not, more like.

But wwwhy'd you wanna
go to Venus, Texas?

Well, I wanted to go
to Paris, Texas...

You know, check out
the Eiffel Tower and shit...

But we got lost and,
Rainbow, well... ha.

She...

Well, never mind.

All right, you ready?

Let's do this.

- Shit, it's a kid.
- Mom.

We don't wanna hurt you.

Where's the diaper bag?

- What?
- Where's the fuckin'

- diaper bag, bitch?
- Is that you, Duquesne?

Yeah, that's Uncle DimeBag.

I can tell by his sneakers
and his voice.

- Shit tits.
- Take off that silly mask.

- Fuck, man.
- Stop cussin'!

What the frig
you doing here anyway?

I thought you got locked up.

I got bail.

You seen Freddy?

Haven't seen him for days.

Probably with his WHORE.

Wh...

Get a job, Duquesne.

I had a dang job.

I had two dang jobs,
but I got dysgraphia, bitch.

You under my feet more than
Freddy Jr.,

and he's smarter than you
any damn how.

You want a dag picture, son?

No.

Sorry.

- What the fuck was that?
- I see numbers backwards,

so how I'm gonna,
like, count and shit?

Fuckin' sick of her shit.

Well, what are we gonna do?

Could go get another burger.

About the diaper bag, Duquesne.

Who's Freddy's whore?

Destiny. Some old bitch.

Freddy's been fucking
on and off for years.

You know, I actually thought
it was Freddy's mom

the first time I met her,
but then she started

tonguing Freddy's ear.

But having said that,
I did actually see.

Freddy's real mom
doing that once, too.

Well, let's go pay her a visit.

I don't know, man.

Destiny's old man's
in the state hospital

and that place
reeks of bad juju.

I don't give a fuck.

I'm goin' to get my money.

Vaya con dios.

Now that the world knows about
us, maybe we can go on a date.

I'll see ya later.

This is Frank Barnes.
Leave a message.

We had a deal, motherfucker.

What the fuck was that?

Here is your script, sir.

Let me know if you have
any, suggestions.

I'm open to all opinions.

"Screenplay by
Antoine A'Shawn Anderson."

You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.

Come on, Pop, you gotta admit,
that was pretty dope.

"Produced by Daryll Donovan."

- The fuck's going on here?
- Pop, this is your movie.

Mister Lucky starring Jay White.

My movie?
My movie is called Four Leaf.

Fuck this shit.

Where's Jay?
I ne... I need to talk

- to him direct.
- Pop.

- Is he here?
- Pop, Pop, listen.

There is no more contact
with Jay.

That's the deal.

- Whose side are you on?
- Can we not do this here?

I'm your fuckin' father.

Mr. Donovan,
if you will, just look...

Look in the bag.

It's 100 grand. For your story.

100 grand. You'll get
another check just like that

on the first day
of principal photography.

Cash only.
I don't accept checks.

I look like a drug dealer?

Is that what it is?

Seriously, come on, Mr. Donovan.

Come on, just take the check
and get the fuck outta here!

Okay, Pop.
Just ease up, all right?

Look, I know that you're
just the hired help,

but you're hired to fuck up
my script, which you did.

- I don't take that lightly.
- Okay, Pop.

That's enough, all right?

You're out of
fuckin' line, here.

I'm out of fuckin' line?
You're out of fuckin' line... this

- whole thing is outta line!
- Pop, will you listen to me?

- I'm tryin' to help...
- Get your finger outta my face.

Daryll, what the fuck, dude?

No, hey, hey, hey, hey.
You make sure

you let Jay know it's a go.

All right?
I'll take care of him.

Okay?

It's a go.

It's a go.

Look at this...
They got this old Irish guy.

I wonder who the fuck that is.

And they shoot him in the neck
'cause he's selling drugs

to a little black kid.

Okay, Pop, that's just Jay
appealing to his black audience.

- That's all.
- No offense, Daryll,

but if you couldn't whistle,
you wouldn't know

which end of yourself to wipe.

Ookay, what... what is that
supposed to mean?

Jay White is a superstar.
He's up there in the...

He's in the fuckin' ether.
And you don't get that way

unless you have at least
a 70% white audience.

And your point is what?

It's a fact, is my point.

By the way, you're 50% white,
but I don't see that

in your behavior.

You should be looking after me.

We should be celebrating
us making a movie together,

father and son.

You know,
I even called Mercedes,

I said, "You know what?"

"Get some of the girls together.

- "Come over tonight."
- What, hookers?

Yeah.

No, Daryll, it's... Ray's place.
He wouldn't like that.

Though he's hardly there,
of late. What?

What is this?

Is this what I think it is?

Where'd you get this?

My father's side, probably.

Hey, this is Abby Donovan.

Leave your name and number,
and I'll get back to you.

Hey, it's me.

I know you're not gonna pick up,
but just...

I saw you last night and,

I followed you.

I ju...

I just want...

Pffft.

- Yeah.
- George Winslow's been

at The Fist
for the last few hours.

What's Fist?

Well, get ready
for an adventure.

Hello, handsome.

- One, please.
- You a member?

28 bucks.

Where's the box, George?

Come on, take off your mask.

You're with friends.

Look, George,

- II don't have a lot...
- Cary Grant.

Ian Fleming was open
about basing James Bond

on Mr. Grant.

You'd make an excellent Bond,
Ray.

- Better than Lazenby, anyway.
- Where's the fuckin' box,

George?

Mr. Grant was bisexual.

Yeah, he lived with a man.

Orry Kelly.

Now, Orry Kelly designed
the dress that Marilyn wore

in Some Like it Hot.

Marilyn found it almost
impossible to learn her lines.

It took her 60 takes...

just to deliver the line,

"It's me, Sugar."

It's me... Sugar.

Cary Grant lost his mother
when he was nine years old.

His family told him
that she was dead,

but she was actually
committed to a home

for mental defectives.

The fuck are you doing?

Where's the box, George?

II'm not telling.

Where's the fuckin' box?

I'm... not... telling.

Let's go.

Check in again next week.

Found him in Hollywood.

I'll let him tell you the story.

No, don't go, Ray.

Please.

It's not like my mother
is a maniac...

Shut up, George.

Who'd you give it to?

I didn't.

Who?

Vicky Delgatti.

I...

I didn't... go to her.
She came to me.

And she... she tricked me.

All right, George.

Go up to my office,
and we'll talk about this later.

You're not in trouble.

You'll call Vicky?

Find out who hired her,
who's doing this to me.

Thank you, Ray.

Is Ray here?

I was hoping you were him.

Nah, I'm his brother, Terry.

Hi.

What happened to your face?

It's the way I was born.

Do you wanna come in?

No, I'm all right.

Will you give him these?

He'll understand.

Where's the fuckin' box?

You didn't do this on your own,
did you, Vic?

Why don't you tell me
who you're working for?

All right.

You want me to make it stop?

Yeah? Okay.

Tell me who you're working for.

Go ahead, write it down.

Landry.

All right.

- Yeah.
- It's Landry.

- He's got the box.
- Okay.

- I'm headed there now.
- No, I'll take care of it.

I've taken care of
plenty of Landrys before.

- What do you mean?
- Go home, Ray.

Go play with your movie star.

- The deal was no more contact.
- It's fuckin' me.

I'm gonna tell you who I am.

You're from Hollywood.
Small town

where no one tells you the
truth... they lick your ass

because you're a movie
tough guy, right?

Like to take your shirt off,
carry a big gun around,

a few hours in the gym,

and then a fuckin' massage.

Me? I'm from South Boston.
We actually kill people.

- Mickey, you listen to me.
- You listen to me.

Mister Lucky sucks balls.

So here's the deal:

The movie... my movie...
Will be made as Four Leaf

or those security tapes
get leaked.

You understand me?

Top o' the morning to ya,
dick wash.

Maia!

- Yes?
- Get me my lawyer.

Now!

They call me Mr. Lucky.

Yeah.

Here is the man himself,
Mr. Lucky!

Yeah.

Yeah.

- So, famous writer man.
- Yeah?

- You should have one of these.
- Hey, baby.

- What is these?
- Triceratops Five.

It'll make your dick
as hard as steel.

I'm in perfect working order.

One of these'll turn
a grass snake into an anaconda.

Yeah?

Two tears in a bucket,
motherfuck it.

I get a bad vibe
from this place, man.

Well, let's get in
and get the fuck out.

Shit the bed.

Hey! Fuck my wife too, bitch?!

That's right, chicken pussies!

Get the fuck out of my house!

It's my domicile, bitch!

Hey! Hey, run,
you motherfucking rats!

Stealin' my shit!

Drive! Drive!

Shit!

Get back here, sons o' bitches!

Drive, motherfucker!

I'm Acid Man!

Don't you fuck with me!

I know all about the Donovans.

Believe me.

And... I wanna believe
what you're telling me, Jay.

I wanna believe that this was
a terrible accident.

That Mickey and Daryll Donovan
turned this into a murder

and then they blackmailed you.

I wanna believe that.

It's true.

You know the exact whereabouts
of Sensei Shoota Koizumi's body?

John 8:31.

The truth will set you free.

Isn't that right?

Jay?

Isn't that right?

So what the hell happened
last night?

What?

What happened last night?

When I came
to open up this morning,

there was blood
all over the floor.

- Just give me a drink.
- Get it yourself.

I need to go home.
My cat needs its asthma inhaler.

What the fuck happened to you?

- I got shot.
- Shit.

- Who... where's Ray?
- Fuck him.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

No, hey, no, no, no, no.

They're gonna ask questions.

They'll call the police.

Ter, I gotta do this
another way.

Shit.

Yes.

Jesus Christ.

All right!

Come on, now.

I don't know where to put this.

I'll find a way.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Natalie?