Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 6, Episode 8 - Who Once Was Dead - full transcript
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You and your Polack cunt
are gonna back out
of the mayor's race.
You go near her again,
I'll fucking kill you.
Ah!
I was asked to-
to do something,
to fake something.
To fake what?
An attempted rape.
Whoa.
Hey!
Stop!
How many miles
between us
is it gonna take, Dad?
How far do I have to go to get
away from all of this?
Everybody get
on the ground now.
Put your hands up.
Get on the fucking ground now.
Get down!
Teresa, no. Come on,
don't you fucking do this!
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It's so fucking weird.
What happened to your arm?
"Forgive yourself."
Good luck with that.
I tried
to forgive myself.
Trust me, I tried,
with shamans, charlatans,
and shrinks,
but at a certain point,
I realized that I didn't really
want to forgive myself.
We're only alive so long.
We should just, uh,
take what we want
and, uh, stop thinking
about it all the time.
Stop waiting for permission,
don't you think?
Sam Winslow needs this to stop.
Who the fuck are you?
The last person you're
gonna see, you cross her again.
Tell her I need to talk to her.
She's not interested.
Tell her I can
explain everything.
Your employment
has been terminated.
Sam gonna need the keys
to your apartment,
keys to your car,
and that three million dollars
you owe her
by the end of the day.
Hmm?
We understood?
Fuck you.
Bring your A game,
shorty, bring your A game
I've been down...
Bring your A game,
shorty, bring your A game
Hey, what the fuck?
Bring your A game...
Shorty,
bring your A game
- What?
- Bring your A game
- Huh?
- Bring your A game
- Who?
- Bring your A game
Now you've been talking
like you really got game
But all that talking...
Like it ain't no thing
Didn't even break
a sweat...
I feel sorry for you, dog
- Oh.
- Ah.
Sorry, homes.
I swore I saw a squirrel.
Brendan?
Oh, my God.
No, you fucking cunt.
No, you don't.
Get your hands off me!
Where's my money?
Yo, Bunchy!
Fuck you,
you big ginger bitch.
I will piledrive you.
Where is my fucking money?
- I don't got it.
- Bullshit. Where is it?
- Bunch-B-Bun-
- I don't have it!
- Wait, what are you doing?
- Open that fucking door.
- Bro, what is-
- Open the door!
- What?
- Open the door!
- Boss!
- Just do it!
All right!
How the hell did
you ever find me?
Divine intervention.
Where are your brothers?
I lost them.
Same as before?
Sure.
Cops just left.
What'd you tell them?
Some faggots from L.A. came in
here and messed my shit up.
Oh, uh, so you went
with the truth.
Yep.
What are you doing here, Terry?
Oh, I'm just drinking,
like everyone else.
No, I mean in Boston.
Oh, well, uh, Bunch wanted
to see Ma's grave.
You?
I like it here,
you know?
Reminds me of when
I was a young man-
my brothers, your aunt.
Fucking Donovans...
you always could fight good.
You're drunk, Gus.
Yeah.
You fight mean...
all of you.
No fucking mercy.
Yeah, meaner than all
you Donovans, though?
Abby Kelly.
She wasn't mean,
you fucking cunt.
She just told the truth,
and she told it fast.
L.A. prick.
She told the truth,
and she told it fast.
Those are words to live by.
I didn't come back here
'cause I lost my brothers.
No?
No.
I came back here
'cause I want to go home...
with you.
Where's the money?
Money, you my honey,
money, be my bitch
I lost everything
because of you!
My chance at freedom,
my father.
My fucking daughter's
gone forever.
Oh, hold on.
Maria's gone?
What the fuck?
Yeah, her mother just took her.
She just took her
right away from me.
Oh, Brendan, I'm so sorry.
I know how much you
loved that girl.
- Where's the fucking money?
- It's in the refrigerator.
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I only spent 20 grand.
I swear.
I only spent 20 grand
on a gift for Maria.
It's right there
in the bedside table.
I only came back
here to show off.
Tell all my pals that
I was a millionaire.
- Okay.
- But-
but they're all fucking dead!
Take me back to Long Island,
will you?
Bunch, that's the ransom
money, right?
Come on.
Come on, Bunch, let's go.
Teresa, it's me.
Please don't hang up.
Listen...
I got something for Maria...
something that's gonna
change her life-
your life.
Just, please...
tell me where you are.
Okay.
All right, I'll be there
in a few hours.
Just don't go anywhere.
What-Bunchy, what the fuck
is going on?
Teresa's staying
with her cousin in Queens.
And?
I'm gonna give Maria
all the money.
What?
What?
Bunch...
Wait!
No, Bunchy, man.
Don't do nothing stupid!
Where's the gift?
It's right there
in the bedside table.
Take a look.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, don't stop.
Oh, yeah, that's nice.
That's nice.
I'm not-
No, I'm not gonna stop.
Oh, Jesus. Fuck.
Oh, don't stop it.
I won't stop.
Oh, my God, it's good.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Oh, my God. I love you.
I love you, Abby.
I love you. I love you.
I'm so-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Shut up.
Just keep going.
- Come on.
- All right.
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...who the mayor
will be, there are also
several citywide bond measures
to be considered.
Topping that list
is bond measure eight,
which seeks to allocate
an additional
four million dollars
for the completion of current
road construction projects
and provide for additional...
Construction work
on the much-needed expansion
of FDR Drive from 61st Street
to Harlem River Drive
stalled after costs
exceeded those set aside
in the city's general fund...
What?
Mick's in Boston.
I need you to go get the money.
You got to be
kidding me.
Everything's
gonna be fine, Lena.
I promise.
I just need to get
that money back.
Get it yourself.
And now
a Channel Six News interview
with Anita Novak.
So you've gone over the events
in Central Park
with your staff?
Look, I'm sure
Miss Evans has her reasons
for saying what she said,
but I know what I saw.
I saw a woman in distress.
I saw a woman being attacked.
And the
allegations that someone
from your staff paid her?
I can only assure you
that neither my campaign
nor anyone affiliated with it
did such a thing.
I can assure you that such
a person doesn't exist.
Going somewhere?
What do you want?
Ed Feratti on tape.
I'm working on it.
It doesn't appear like you're
working on it, Mr. Donovan.
It appears like
you're running away.
- I need more time.
- I don't have more time.
And neither do you.
Feratti on tape.
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How are you feeling?
Oh, uh...
I'm fine.
Listen, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry
about calling you Abby.
Don't worry about it.
Really?
Yeah.
I mean, why do you think
my eyes were closed?
I was pretending
you were Ryan Gosling.
Well, it's been said.
So Abby was the one
that got away?
No, no, she didn't get away.
She just-
Married the wrong Donovan.
No.
No, she married
the right Donovan.
I...
I just would have
made her miserable.
Well...
for what it's worth,
I think you would have
made her happier.
Thank you.
Anytime, Mr. Gosling.
Uh, listen, I got a fight
tonight in New York.
So?
So I want you to come with me.
You can be my lucky charm.
Why?
Oh, come on.
I'm gonna win this thing.
I'm gonna get some money.
We can go anywhere.
Terry...
you're sweet.
But we both know last night
wasn't about me.
Come with me.
I got to work at 4:00.
And I got to pee.
Hey, uh, this is my spot.
She told me to sit here.
Barbara?
Why is he in my seat?
- You're off the campaign.
- What?
Your internship is over.
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Are you firing me
because of my father?
No, Bridget.
We have interns on
for short cycles in order
- to give as many students-
- Did he do something to you?
Did you sleep with him?
Is that it?
Bridget, it's not personal.
We have interns on
in two-week cycles.
Yours was up.
You did a nice job, and you'll
get full course credit.
I was at this bar in Southie,
and there was a game of snap
between a guy called Big Peter
and another guy
called Peter the Painter.
This game of snap
was for 100 bucks.
And not only were both
these guys called Peter,
but they both had
really bad stutters, too.
The bar was packed.
You couldn't move
for the people watching.
Eventually two sevens
were sitting on the table.
Oh, they started spitting
and-and-and-and-
and swearing
and then getting
all red in the face
and stuttering and,
"Sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-"
And eventually Peter
the Painter...
...finally said,
"Sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-snap!"
Just before Big Peter could.
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Taxi!
We need to talk.
- Hey.
- It's fine.
It's fine.
You look like hell, Ray.
You walk into a door
or something?
I'm gonna get your money back.
Good.
But I know that's not what
you really want.
- No?
- No.
You want the prison-
the land trust that
Feratti controls.
I can get it for you, but...
you're gonna have to trust me.
Trust you?
I can take Feratti down.
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And what about Anita?
We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.
Doesn't matter who's mayor.
It only matters
that it's not Feratti.
So you have a plan?
Yeah.
There's a catch, though.
Of course.
It's gonna get worse
before it gets better.
Anita's gonna have
another bad news cycle?
Not Anita this time.
- Who?
- You.
You're delusional.
You're fucking delusional.
I want my money, and then
I want you out of this city.
You're making a mistake.
It's gonna go down either way.
No...
it's not.
Terry?
Terry?
What can I get you?
Uh, Johnnie Walker Black,
uh, neat.
Another one.
Just tell me straight.
Your stunt yesterday...
That's why she's dead.
It was that cunt Sam Winslow.
She didn't want her to talk.
I don't know.
I'm gonna kill her.
- Let me take care of it.
- Oh, yeah?
Okay.
Fuck you.
Lena...
She did everything
you asked her to do.
I'm sorry.
I know you think
you do all this
for the sake of your family.
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But where is everyone, Ray?
Where are your brothers?
Where's Bridget?
And Conor-he joined
the fucking Marines
to get away from you.
You know what, Ray?
You're gonna die alone.
You deserve it.
There he is.
My motherfucking
Boston Bulldog.
What's going on, T-Bone?
I'm here to fight.
You know the drill, man.
Get yourself ready, man.
Tonight's the big one.
Finally.
Hey, Bunch.
I got to go piss real quick,
all right?
Hurry the fuck up.
I got to meet Teresa in Queens.
Thanks, Brendan.
You're a good man.
Take care, Aunt Sandy.
I don't trust those
fingerprint sensor locks.
Yeah, I know
what you mean.
They won't be getting
in that house.
That's for sure.
Well, look who it is.
The two Judas fucks.
I should have known that you'd
be in cahoots with each other.
Oh, man, Mickey,
what are you doing?
I should shoot
the both of yous.
I saw my chance,
and I took it, Mick.
You would have done the same.
And why the hell
are you dressed
in your brother's clothes?
I haven't touched those clothes
since the day he died.
Yeah, you're a real
sentimental bitch.
Tell me about it.
I need a fucking drink.
Pop, listen to me.
Okay, you got to know
that Frank Barnes
was going to kill you.
All right, I saved your life.
I mean, you have to know that.
Jesus Christ, I mean,
you're the one who went
and blackmailed Jay White
into making a movie.
Like, I was fine.
I was okay working with Ray.
And you think this
makes it all right?
What an asshole.
Who do you think I am?
That's some twisted
fucking understanding.
What you did was foul.
You betrayed your own father.
It was Ray.
Fuck Ray.
Pop, he said you-
you would rat me out,
that you were gonna talk.
That's the one thing
I would never do,
is rat on my own family.
Even knowing that I might
never get out of that jail,
that I would die there,
I didn't rat you out.
I never said one word.
I never would, see?
That's who I am.
But I done
enough bad shit, so...
So here we are-
the scumbag reunion.
Now, where's
my fucking money, Sandy?
Brendan's got it.
I gave it back.
Hey, hey, Pop.
Can I get a cut of that?
No, you don't get a cut.
The person who pays the ransom
doesn't get a portion
of the fucking ransom.
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Get out of the car.
It's a long story, Ray.
Get out
of the fucking car, Bunch.
Where's the money, Bunch?
I'm taking it.
I got to do something right
for a change.
Do it for my family.
- Where's the money, Bunch?
- You can't have it, Ray.
Where's the fucking money?
You can't have it.
It's mine.
You can't
fucking have it.
No, you don't-No.
No, you can't have it.
You can't-
It's for my family!
No, damn-no!
Fuck-
No, no, no!
No, no!
You fucking-
You can't have it!
Ray.
Vinny.
Vinny, Ray.
Oh, you gentlemen
have already met.
You didn't have to kill her.
Are you talking
about your prostitute friend?
You're the one that-that
made her lie on national TV,
and then you were the one
that humiliated her afterwards.
I didn't have a choice.
Are you saying I did?
Listen, Ray...
if it weren't for the things
that you did,
that woman
would still be alive.
You think about that.
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You should have
let me handle it.
I did.
Hey, sweetheart.
Now?
All right, I'll get there
as soon as I can.
Hey.
You all right?
Why didn't you teach me
how to drive?
What?
You made Mom do it.
Why?
No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.
Why?
What's going on, Bridge?
Please answer me.
I don't know.
Maybe, uh...
Maybe I was nervous.
Uh...
You didn't want me to grow up.
What?
Because you love me.
Of course I loved you,
sweetheart.
But you didn't want me
to grow up.
What's this about?
You wouldn't teach me
to drive because you
wanted to protect you-
not me, you.
And you wouldn't let Mom die
the way she wanted to-
needed to-because you
didn't want to hurt yourself.
You were protecting you.
If I want to be happy,
I have to move away.
I have to get
away from you.
You'll never let me be happy.
And it's not your fault.
It's not.
And I know you're hurt.
And I know you try.
But you can't touch anything
without fucking breaking it.
And I'm gonna get married.
I'm gonna have a family.
I want a life.
I want a future.
And you have
to let me go, okay?
Can you do that?
Can you let me go?
Let you go?
You're my daughter.
And you're my dad...
forever.
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We can't keep doing this.
We have to say good-bye.
Free in a way you'll never be.
Whoa.
Hey. Hey, buddy.
Buddy, are you okay?
It's all right.
It's okay. It's all right.
Come on. Come on, let's get
to your feet.
Get to your feet.
You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine.
You all right?
What, were you in a fight?
You don't look so good.
You want some water
or something?
Dude!
Stop! Stop!
Get him down! Get him down!
Get him down!
I'd like to talk
freely for a minute,
if you don't mind.
You're a severely
traumatized person, Ray.
You blame yourself-
For the
trauma inflicted on you
by others-
you control it that way.
You make it
your own that way.
I know you know
about post-traumatic stress
disorder, right?
I mean, it's destructive.
And it kills people, okay?
And you have that.
And it needs to be treated.
I thought that's what
we were doing here.
These are
things you got to work on
your entire life.
But you need tools
for that, Ray-
group therapy, medication,
one-on-one therapy.
Now, I know you don't want
to hear this right now.
But that's what it takes
to learn how to forgive others
for what they did to you-
to forgive yourself.
Forgive myself for what?
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Ha!
Kick his ass!
How you feeling?
Where am I?
Grandview Hospital.
What?
Grandview Psychiatric Hospital.
What happened?
I'm going to have to give you
some medication, Mr. Donovan.
No, you're not.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
- Get off me.
- Just relax.
I don't want any fucking med-
Shh.
Calm down. Calm.
That's it.
I know that somewhere
My Redeemer lives
What a comfort
This sweet sentence gives
He lives, he lives
Who once was dead
He lives
In my ever-living head
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Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Hey, keep going, man!
Oh, he's got
a death wish, man!
What's wrong with him?
He lives to grant me
rich supply
You murderer!
He lives to guide me
With his eyes
He lives to comfort me
When faint
He lives to hear
My soul's complaint
He lives to silence
All my fears
He lives to wipe away
My tears
He lives to calm
My troubled heart
He lives all blessings
To impart
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He lives and grants me
Daily breath
He lives
And I shall conquer death
He lives my mansion
To prepare
He lives
To bring me safely there
He lives
All glory to his name
He lives, my Savior
Still the same
Oh, sweet the joy
This sentence gives
I know
That my Redeemer lives
He lives
All glory to his name
He lives, my Savior
Still the same
Oh, sweet the joy
This sentence gives
I know
That my Redeemer
Lives
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You and your Polack cunt
are gonna back out
of the mayor's race.
You go near her again,
I'll fucking kill you.
Ah!
I was asked to-
to do something,
to fake something.
To fake what?
An attempted rape.
Whoa.
Hey!
Stop!
How many miles
between us
is it gonna take, Dad?
How far do I have to go to get
away from all of this?
Everybody get
on the ground now.
Put your hands up.
Get on the fucking ground now.
Get down!
Teresa, no. Come on,
don't you fucking do this!
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It's so fucking weird.
What happened to your arm?
"Forgive yourself."
Good luck with that.
I tried
to forgive myself.
Trust me, I tried,
with shamans, charlatans,
and shrinks,
but at a certain point,
I realized that I didn't really
want to forgive myself.
We're only alive so long.
We should just, uh,
take what we want
and, uh, stop thinking
about it all the time.
Stop waiting for permission,
don't you think?
Sam Winslow needs this to stop.
Who the fuck are you?
The last person you're
gonna see, you cross her again.
Tell her I need to talk to her.
She's not interested.
Tell her I can
explain everything.
Your employment
has been terminated.
Sam gonna need the keys
to your apartment,
keys to your car,
and that three million dollars
you owe her
by the end of the day.
Hmm?
We understood?
Fuck you.
Bring your A game,
shorty, bring your A game
I've been down...
Bring your A game,
shorty, bring your A game
Hey, what the fuck?
Bring your A game...
Shorty,
bring your A game
- What?
- Bring your A game
- Huh?
- Bring your A game
- Who?
- Bring your A game
Now you've been talking
like you really got game
But all that talking...
Like it ain't no thing
Didn't even break
a sweat...
I feel sorry for you, dog
- Oh.
- Ah.
Sorry, homes.
I swore I saw a squirrel.
Brendan?
Oh, my God.
No, you fucking cunt.
No, you don't.
Get your hands off me!
Where's my money?
Yo, Bunchy!
Fuck you,
you big ginger bitch.
I will piledrive you.
Where is my fucking money?
- I don't got it.
- Bullshit. Where is it?
- Bunch-B-Bun-
- I don't have it!
- Wait, what are you doing?
- Open that fucking door.
- Bro, what is-
- Open the door!
- What?
- Open the door!
- Boss!
- Just do it!
All right!
How the hell did
you ever find me?
Divine intervention.
Where are your brothers?
I lost them.
Same as before?
Sure.
Cops just left.
What'd you tell them?
Some faggots from L.A. came in
here and messed my shit up.
Oh, uh, so you went
with the truth.
Yep.
What are you doing here, Terry?
Oh, I'm just drinking,
like everyone else.
No, I mean in Boston.
Oh, well, uh, Bunch wanted
to see Ma's grave.
You?
I like it here,
you know?
Reminds me of when
I was a young man-
my brothers, your aunt.
Fucking Donovans...
you always could fight good.
You're drunk, Gus.
Yeah.
You fight mean...
all of you.
No fucking mercy.
Yeah, meaner than all
you Donovans, though?
Abby Kelly.
She wasn't mean,
you fucking cunt.
She just told the truth,
and she told it fast.
L.A. prick.
She told the truth,
and she told it fast.
Those are words to live by.
I didn't come back here
'cause I lost my brothers.
No?
No.
I came back here
'cause I want to go home...
with you.
Where's the money?
Money, you my honey,
money, be my bitch
I lost everything
because of you!
My chance at freedom,
my father.
My fucking daughter's
gone forever.
Oh, hold on.
Maria's gone?
What the fuck?
Yeah, her mother just took her.
She just took her
right away from me.
Oh, Brendan, I'm so sorry.
I know how much you
loved that girl.
- Where's the fucking money?
- It's in the refrigerator.
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I only spent 20 grand.
I swear.
I only spent 20 grand
on a gift for Maria.
It's right there
in the bedside table.
I only came back
here to show off.
Tell all my pals that
I was a millionaire.
- Okay.
- But-
but they're all fucking dead!
Take me back to Long Island,
will you?
Bunch, that's the ransom
money, right?
Come on.
Come on, Bunch, let's go.
Teresa, it's me.
Please don't hang up.
Listen...
I got something for Maria...
something that's gonna
change her life-
your life.
Just, please...
tell me where you are.
Okay.
All right, I'll be there
in a few hours.
Just don't go anywhere.
What-Bunchy, what the fuck
is going on?
Teresa's staying
with her cousin in Queens.
And?
I'm gonna give Maria
all the money.
What?
What?
Bunch...
Wait!
No, Bunchy, man.
Don't do nothing stupid!
Where's the gift?
It's right there
in the bedside table.
Take a look.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, don't stop.
Oh, yeah, that's nice.
That's nice.
I'm not-
No, I'm not gonna stop.
Oh, Jesus. Fuck.
Oh, don't stop it.
I won't stop.
Oh, my God, it's good.
- Oh, Jesus.
- Oh, my God. I love you.
I love you, Abby.
I love you. I love you.
I'm so-I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Shut up.
Just keep going.
- Come on.
- All right.
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...who the mayor
will be, there are also
several citywide bond measures
to be considered.
Topping that list
is bond measure eight,
which seeks to allocate
an additional
four million dollars
for the completion of current
road construction projects
and provide for additional...
Construction work
on the much-needed expansion
of FDR Drive from 61st Street
to Harlem River Drive
stalled after costs
exceeded those set aside
in the city's general fund...
What?
Mick's in Boston.
I need you to go get the money.
You got to be
kidding me.
Everything's
gonna be fine, Lena.
I promise.
I just need to get
that money back.
Get it yourself.
And now
a Channel Six News interview
with Anita Novak.
So you've gone over the events
in Central Park
with your staff?
Look, I'm sure
Miss Evans has her reasons
for saying what she said,
but I know what I saw.
I saw a woman in distress.
I saw a woman being attacked.
And the
allegations that someone
from your staff paid her?
I can only assure you
that neither my campaign
nor anyone affiliated with it
did such a thing.
I can assure you that such
a person doesn't exist.
Going somewhere?
What do you want?
Ed Feratti on tape.
I'm working on it.
It doesn't appear like you're
working on it, Mr. Donovan.
It appears like
you're running away.
- I need more time.
- I don't have more time.
And neither do you.
Feratti on tape.
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How are you feeling?
Oh, uh...
I'm fine.
Listen, I'm, uh...
I'm sorry
about calling you Abby.
Don't worry about it.
Really?
Yeah.
I mean, why do you think
my eyes were closed?
I was pretending
you were Ryan Gosling.
Well, it's been said.
So Abby was the one
that got away?
No, no, she didn't get away.
She just-
Married the wrong Donovan.
No.
No, she married
the right Donovan.
I...
I just would have
made her miserable.
Well...
for what it's worth,
I think you would have
made her happier.
Thank you.
Anytime, Mr. Gosling.
Uh, listen, I got a fight
tonight in New York.
So?
So I want you to come with me.
You can be my lucky charm.
Why?
Oh, come on.
I'm gonna win this thing.
I'm gonna get some money.
We can go anywhere.
Terry...
you're sweet.
But we both know last night
wasn't about me.
Come with me.
I got to work at 4:00.
And I got to pee.
Hey, uh, this is my spot.
She told me to sit here.
Barbara?
Why is he in my seat?
- You're off the campaign.
- What?
Your internship is over.
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Are you firing me
because of my father?
No, Bridget.
We have interns on
for short cycles in order
- to give as many students-
- Did he do something to you?
Did you sleep with him?
Is that it?
Bridget, it's not personal.
We have interns on
in two-week cycles.
Yours was up.
You did a nice job, and you'll
get full course credit.
I was at this bar in Southie,
and there was a game of snap
between a guy called Big Peter
and another guy
called Peter the Painter.
This game of snap
was for 100 bucks.
And not only were both
these guys called Peter,
but they both had
really bad stutters, too.
The bar was packed.
You couldn't move
for the people watching.
Eventually two sevens
were sitting on the table.
Oh, they started spitting
and-and-and-and-
and swearing
and then getting
all red in the face
and stuttering and,
"Sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-"
And eventually Peter
the Painter...
...finally said,
"Sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-sn-snap!"
Just before Big Peter could.
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Taxi!
We need to talk.
- Hey.
- It's fine.
It's fine.
You look like hell, Ray.
You walk into a door
or something?
I'm gonna get your money back.
Good.
But I know that's not what
you really want.
- No?
- No.
You want the prison-
the land trust that
Feratti controls.
I can get it for you, but...
you're gonna have to trust me.
Trust you?
I can take Feratti down.
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And what about Anita?
We'll cross that bridge
when we come to it.
Doesn't matter who's mayor.
It only matters
that it's not Feratti.
So you have a plan?
Yeah.
There's a catch, though.
Of course.
It's gonna get worse
before it gets better.
Anita's gonna have
another bad news cycle?
Not Anita this time.
- Who?
- You.
You're delusional.
You're fucking delusional.
I want my money, and then
I want you out of this city.
You're making a mistake.
It's gonna go down either way.
No...
it's not.
Terry?
Terry?
What can I get you?
Uh, Johnnie Walker Black,
uh, neat.
Another one.
Just tell me straight.
Your stunt yesterday...
That's why she's dead.
It was that cunt Sam Winslow.
She didn't want her to talk.
I don't know.
I'm gonna kill her.
- Let me take care of it.
- Oh, yeah?
Okay.
Fuck you.
Lena...
She did everything
you asked her to do.
I'm sorry.
I know you think
you do all this
for the sake of your family.
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But where is everyone, Ray?
Where are your brothers?
Where's Bridget?
And Conor-he joined
the fucking Marines
to get away from you.
You know what, Ray?
You're gonna die alone.
You deserve it.
There he is.
My motherfucking
Boston Bulldog.
What's going on, T-Bone?
I'm here to fight.
You know the drill, man.
Get yourself ready, man.
Tonight's the big one.
Finally.
Hey, Bunch.
I got to go piss real quick,
all right?
Hurry the fuck up.
I got to meet Teresa in Queens.
Thanks, Brendan.
You're a good man.
Take care, Aunt Sandy.
I don't trust those
fingerprint sensor locks.
Yeah, I know
what you mean.
They won't be getting
in that house.
That's for sure.
Well, look who it is.
The two Judas fucks.
I should have known that you'd
be in cahoots with each other.
Oh, man, Mickey,
what are you doing?
I should shoot
the both of yous.
I saw my chance,
and I took it, Mick.
You would have done the same.
And why the hell
are you dressed
in your brother's clothes?
I haven't touched those clothes
since the day he died.
Yeah, you're a real
sentimental bitch.
Tell me about it.
I need a fucking drink.
Pop, listen to me.
Okay, you got to know
that Frank Barnes
was going to kill you.
All right, I saved your life.
I mean, you have to know that.
Jesus Christ, I mean,
you're the one who went
and blackmailed Jay White
into making a movie.
Like, I was fine.
I was okay working with Ray.
And you think this
makes it all right?
What an asshole.
Who do you think I am?
That's some twisted
fucking understanding.
What you did was foul.
You betrayed your own father.
It was Ray.
Fuck Ray.
Pop, he said you-
you would rat me out,
that you were gonna talk.
That's the one thing
I would never do,
is rat on my own family.
Even knowing that I might
never get out of that jail,
that I would die there,
I didn't rat you out.
I never said one word.
I never would, see?
That's who I am.
But I done
enough bad shit, so...
So here we are-
the scumbag reunion.
Now, where's
my fucking money, Sandy?
Brendan's got it.
I gave it back.
Hey, hey, Pop.
Can I get a cut of that?
No, you don't get a cut.
The person who pays the ransom
doesn't get a portion
of the fucking ransom.
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Get out of the car.
It's a long story, Ray.
Get out
of the fucking car, Bunch.
Where's the money, Bunch?
I'm taking it.
I got to do something right
for a change.
Do it for my family.
- Where's the money, Bunch?
- You can't have it, Ray.
Where's the fucking money?
You can't have it.
It's mine.
You can't
fucking have it.
No, you don't-No.
No, you can't have it.
You can't-
It's for my family!
No, damn-no!
Fuck-
No, no, no!
No, no!
You fucking-
You can't have it!
Ray.
Vinny.
Vinny, Ray.
Oh, you gentlemen
have already met.
You didn't have to kill her.
Are you talking
about your prostitute friend?
You're the one that-that
made her lie on national TV,
and then you were the one
that humiliated her afterwards.
I didn't have a choice.
Are you saying I did?
Listen, Ray...
if it weren't for the things
that you did,
that woman
would still be alive.
You think about that.
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You should have
let me handle it.
I did.
Hey, sweetheart.
Now?
All right, I'll get there
as soon as I can.
Hey.
You all right?
Why didn't you teach me
how to drive?
What?
You made Mom do it.
Why?
No, I didn't.
Yes, you did.
Why?
What's going on, Bridge?
Please answer me.
I don't know.
Maybe, uh...
Maybe I was nervous.
Uh...
You didn't want me to grow up.
What?
Because you love me.
Of course I loved you,
sweetheart.
But you didn't want me
to grow up.
What's this about?
You wouldn't teach me
to drive because you
wanted to protect you-
not me, you.
And you wouldn't let Mom die
the way she wanted to-
needed to-because you
didn't want to hurt yourself.
You were protecting you.
If I want to be happy,
I have to move away.
I have to get
away from you.
You'll never let me be happy.
And it's not your fault.
It's not.
And I know you're hurt.
And I know you try.
But you can't touch anything
without fucking breaking it.
And I'm gonna get married.
I'm gonna have a family.
I want a life.
I want a future.
And you have
to let me go, okay?
Can you do that?
Can you let me go?
Let you go?
You're my daughter.
And you're my dad...
forever.
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We can't keep doing this.
We have to say good-bye.
Free in a way you'll never be.
Whoa.
Hey. Hey, buddy.
Buddy, are you okay?
It's all right.
It's okay. It's all right.
Come on. Come on, let's get
to your feet.
Get to your feet.
You're gonna be fine.
You're gonna be fine.
You all right?
What, were you in a fight?
You don't look so good.
You want some water
or something?
Dude!
Stop! Stop!
Get him down! Get him down!
Get him down!
I'd like to talk
freely for a minute,
if you don't mind.
You're a severely
traumatized person, Ray.
You blame yourself-
For the
trauma inflicted on you
by others-
you control it that way.
You make it
your own that way.
I know you know
about post-traumatic stress
disorder, right?
I mean, it's destructive.
And it kills people, okay?
And you have that.
And it needs to be treated.
I thought that's what
we were doing here.
These are
things you got to work on
your entire life.
But you need tools
for that, Ray-
group therapy, medication,
one-on-one therapy.
Now, I know you don't want
to hear this right now.
But that's what it takes
to learn how to forgive others
for what they did to you-
to forgive yourself.
Forgive myself for what?
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Ha!
Kick his ass!
How you feeling?
Where am I?
Grandview Hospital.
What?
Grandview Psychiatric Hospital.
What happened?
I'm going to have to give you
some medication, Mr. Donovan.
No, you're not.
Get your fucking hands off me.
Hey!
What the fuck are you doing?
- Get off me.
- Just relax.
I don't want any fucking med-
Shh.
Calm down. Calm.
That's it.
I know that somewhere
My Redeemer lives
What a comfort
This sweet sentence gives
He lives, he lives
Who once was dead
He lives
In my ever-living head
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Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Hey, keep going, man!
Oh, he's got
a death wish, man!
What's wrong with him?
He lives to grant me
rich supply
You murderer!
He lives to guide me
With his eyes
He lives to comfort me
When faint
He lives to hear
My soul's complaint
He lives to silence
All my fears
He lives to wipe away
My tears
He lives to calm
My troubled heart
He lives all blessings
To impart
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He lives and grants me
Daily breath
He lives
And I shall conquer death
He lives my mansion
To prepare
He lives
To bring me safely there
He lives
All glory to his name
He lives, my Savior
Still the same
Oh, sweet the joy
This sentence gives
I know
That my Redeemer lives
He lives
All glory to his name
He lives, my Savior
Still the same
Oh, sweet the joy
This sentence gives
I know
That my Redeemer
Lives