Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 2 - A Good Man Is Hard to Find - full transcript

Ray must find a new way to get Detective Perry off his trail while reckoning with a personal loss. When Bunchy's pharmacy is under attack, he takes matters into his own hands and is catapulted into the public spotlight.

[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

♪ dark music ♪

[gunshot]

[muffled whimpering]

I've got you.
You okay?

[distant gunshot]

[horn blares]

[motor starts]

[revving]

[Daryll] Two...

[both] Three!



[splash]

[Amiot] You brought
him there yourself,

but in the end, you said
he walked in on his own, right?

[Ray] Yeah.

♪ somber music ♪

[gunshot]

[Ray] You okay?

I don't think
I wanna be married.

♪♪♪

[commotion, women screaming]

[man grunting]

[man groans]

Did you get anywhere
with Kevin Sullivan?

[lens shutter clicking]



The fuck--

You need to honor the deal.

A Taurus .9 millimeter.

Yep.

♪♪♪

[Liberty] We've worked
with quite a few people

with your condition.

They come to us
when the western meds

aren't doing it
for them anymore.

♪ unsettling music ♪

[Ray] Here to see
[ Michael Donovan. g]

Bus hasn't
gotten here yet.

[birds chirping]

[echoing laughter]

- Oh, God!
- [men clamoring]

[tires screeching]

[explosion]

When I was around
ten years old my, uh,

mother was diagnosed
with ovarian cancer.

Uh-huh.

Terry and I went out
lookin' for Mick,

you know, tell him
what the doctor said.

You went looking for him?

He wasn't there with you?

Yeah, that point he was

already shackin' up
with Claudette on East Eighth,

hustlin' cocaine.

Who was looking
after your mother?

Me.

My sister, Bridge.

Mostly me.

You were ten.

What was that like for you?

I remember wakin' up
one night, hearin' her...

screamin' my name.

I go down to her room.

[inhales, exhales]

At this point, the pain
is tearin' her apart.

She takes my hand, tells me
to get in bed with her.

So I do.

I wrap my arms
around her.

I remember feeling
her leg against my leg.

All of a sudden I--

I felt something warm and...
wet.

She pissed the bed.

So I went down to the kitchen
to get a towel,

you know, something
to clean her up with...

[inhales]

And there he is.

I ain't seen him
in over a month and...

he's standin' on a chair

with his hand
in Mom's coffee can.

Probably about,
I don't know, $500 in there.

Puts the money in his pocket,

pats me on the head
and walks out the door.

♪♪♪

♪ My heart is sad
and I'm all alone ♪

[indistinct chatter,
sirens blare]

♪ My man treats me mean ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I regret the day ♪

♪ That I was born ♪

♪ And that man I ever seen ♪

♪♪♪

♪ My happiness
it lasts a day ♪

♪♪♪

♪ My heart ♪

♪ Is broke
that's why I say ♪

♪ Lord a good man ♪

♪ Is hard to find ♪

♪ You always get ♪

♪ Another kind ♪

♪ Just when you think ♪

♪ That he's your pal ♪

♪ You look and find him
foolin' 'round ♪

♪ Some old gal ♪

♪ Then you rave ♪

♪ You all crave ♪

♪ You wanna see ♪

♪ Him in his grave ♪

♪ So if your man is nice ♪

♪ Take my advice ♪

♪ Hug him in the morning ♪

♪ Kiss him at night ♪

♪ Give him plenty lovin' ♪

♪ Treat your good man right ♪

♪ Oh a good man ♪

♪ Nowadays
sure is hard to find ♪

- [man] Michael Donovan?
- [Ray] Yeah.

Sign at the bottom.

[indistinct background chatter]

[papers rustling]

[stamp taps]

[man] Have a good one.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ somber music continues ♪

♪♪♪

[sighs]

Hey, Kevin Sullivan
needs more time.

You okay?

How much cash
can you pull together?

How soon?

Today.

Hundred grand.

Who's it for?

Mac's widow.

Ah, let me have a look.

[footsteps recede]

[groans softly]

[soft groan, exhales]

[breathing hard]

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[low chatter]

[phone vibrates]

[doorbell rings]

What are you doin' here?

Can I come in?

[inhales, exhales]

The police been by here?

Couple of hours ago.

What'd ya tell 'em?

That Mac had nothin'
to do with it.

- He didn't kill anybody, Ray.
- I didn't say that.

Then what the fuck
are you doin' here?

You lost Mac's pension,
right?

I can help with that.

Mac wanted to make sure you
and Jimmy were provided for,

got a fresh start.

You offering me money, Ray?

Someone's gotta
take the rap.

How much we talkin'?

Whatever his pension
woulda been.

I'm gonna need Mac's gun,
his clothes, and...

whatever else they gave you
from the morgue that night.

His stuff's upstairs.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[hinges squeak]

- Ray!
- Hey, kid.

- [Ray] How's school?
- It sucks.

Yeah?
Sorry about that.

I asked my mom
if I can go back

and take some more boxing
lessons, but she said no.

Jimmy, go upstairs
and do your homework.

Bye, Ray.

See ya.

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

I'll get ya the money
later today.

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

[cocks gun]

[muffled gunshot]

♪ dark music continues ♪

♪♪♪

[Fareed] Aiding and abetting
escape from lawful custody.

[man] Second degree murder.

Twenty years, Walpole.

[man] Armed robbery.
A pot store.

Michael Donovan
wins again, baby.

[Bricker]
Where we at?

Still looking at Ray Donovan.

- Any movement?
- Talked to McGrath's wife.

She seems nervous.

Talked to Clancy's family,
Radulovic's family.

Bianchi's girlfriend.

They're playing it
close to the vest.

Following up on
Donovan's whereabouts,

seeing what kinda alibi
he's got.

- You wanna bring him in?
- Soon.

Need a couple of pieces

or another head to come up.

Little less eating,
more detecting, gentlemen.

[man] So...

no casket?

We got nothin' to bury.

Yeah, he, uh,
got burnt up in the fire.

An urn?

We got nothin'
to put in an urn.

A memorial.

- A what?
- A memorial.

What's a memorial?

Let me show you.

Our Eternal Flames
are popular.

They come in four styles--

Infinity, New Dawn,

Dimensions, and Earth & Sky.

I-I don't fuckin' know.

Bunch, what do you think?

I dunno.

[Bunchy]
It's fuckin' ridiculous.

We got nothin' to bury.

[Daryll]
I like this Eternal Flame.

But I also like...the urn.

We should get both.
[smacks lips]

Yeah.

[engraver buzzing]

[Daryll] Oh, you do good work.
That looks nice.

You got a photo for it?

- [engraver buzzing]
- A-a photo?

Of the deceased.
To put on the urn.

Uh, y--uh, yeah.

♪ solemn music ♪

♪♪♪

[line ringing]

- [Daryll] Hey, Mom.
- Hey, Daryll.

How you doing?

Uh, you know, uh...
hey, listen, Ma.

Do you, um,
have a picture of Dad?

I'm hoping, like,
you have like something

when he was, like, young.

- Like on the paper.
- Honey, I threw

all that shit out
when Alan and I moved on

to Southridge Drive.

Why do you want that?

I need a picture
for his urn.

Mickey died, Ma.

Will you, um, come out, Ma?

Will you do it for me?

I'm askin' for me, Ma.

I was supposed
to go see him

the day he got transferred.

I got the second shift.

My dad died of a heart
attack two years ago.

Knocked me on my ass.

Just weird,

you know?

I mean,
ever since I was a kid,

he was there.

Even when he wasn't.

[Olinda]
I'm sorry.

♪♪♪

Open the goddamn safe!

I-I don't got
the combination.

- [teen] The fuck you don't!
- [Aseem] I don't!

- I don't--no combination!
- Look, I don't have time.

- Give it to me!
- [Aseem] It's on a timer!

I don't got the combination!

[teen] Open the cash drawer,
then--do what I tell you.

Put everything in a bag.
Come on, get moving.

Everyone's wallets
and cell phones--now!

[teen] Do what he says!
You--

Open the other register.

Come on, bitch,
I don't got all day!

- Hey!
- What the fuck?

Get down.

No.

Get on the floor,

or I'll put a bullet
in your fucking head!

Yeah?
Go ahead.

- Gimme the gun.
- No.

Give me
the fucking gun!

[grunts]

[breathing hard]

Put your fucking guns down now.

[teen]
Fuck you, man!

Fuck you.

Put your guns down
and get the fuck outta here.

[teen] You don't
know me, all right?

Yeah?
You don't fuckin' know me.

Let's get outta here, man!

Fuck that, man.

- Fuck that!
- Man, fuck this, man!

[gunshot]

Jesus!

- [teen groaning]
Put- Okay, okay, okay. wn.

Don't shoot me, man,
please.

It's down, it's down,
it's down, okay?

You're fucking crazy, man.
Shit!

[knock on door]

- Who is it?
- Terry, it's me, Daryll.

It's open.

[pills clattering]

Hey.

You holdin' up?

Why wouldn't I be
holdin' up?

- You didn't talk to Ray?
- About what?

Gimme a beer, will ya?

That's weird, 'cause...

I figured Ray woulda
called you first.

I lost my phone.

Terry, Mickey's dead.

He's what?

He was killed in a--

a bus accident last night
goin' upstate.

Me and, um...

Bunch were at the, uh,
funeral home this morning.

Bunchy wants to get
everyone together tonight,

and, you know,
I figured I'd come by,

see if you had any photos
of Pop for the Eternal Flame.

Uh, he's--he's dead?

Yeah.

Last night?

[scoffs] Yeah, I don't
believe it either.

It's just crazy.

Here, gimme your phone.

T, do you got any, uh,

photos of Dad anywhere
around here?

Uh...

Yeah, try the--
try the box on the shelf.

- [phone rings]
- [woman speaking on TV]

Hey, Daryll.

No, it--it's Terry.

I-I just heard about Mick.

Are ya all right?

Yeah.
You?

Yeah.

Yeah, but Bunchy says he wants

to get everyone together
tonight.

All right.

Your place?

[inhales, exhales]
Sure.

Ray...

I, uh...

I had a vision.

Last night,
before I heard.

I swear to God,
I, uh, I had a vision

that Mick was dead.

I-I saw--I saw him.

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

I'll see ya tonight.

[newscaster] Breaking news now
of a robbery

at a downtown pharmacy
where three armed men

held employees and customers
at gunpoint.

They were foiled by one
heroic pharmacy worker...

Gimme a bottle
of that Remison.

[newscaster]
...disarming the thugs.

[Bunchy] I don't know
about that, I mean,

I didn't really
think about it.

Did what anyone
would've done

to protect innocent people
from being robbed, you know?

Uh, 'cause that's what
a person does

in a situation like that.

Guy's a regular
Bernhard fuckin' Goetz.

[newscaster]
...one of the assailants

was wounded in the melee.

He is a minor,
now in critical condition.

[soft chime]

[phone rings]

- Yeah?
- [man] Is this Ray Donovan?

Who's this?

Kevin Sullivan.

I'm sure you would agree

that things have gotten
out of hand.

Please be here within the hour.

I'll have my secretary
text you the address.

[distant sirens]

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

Terry, is this
all you got?

- What?
- Yeah, I mean, of Mickey.

Well, what's wrong
with that one?

[laughs] What's wrong
was I ain't in it.

Well, I don't--I don't
got no photographs

after my mother died
and he shacked up with yours.

Okay, what's that
supposed to mean?

Well, if you and your mom

want a shot from
"Diff'rent Strokes,"

you shoulda taken it
your fuckin' self.

Wow.

I'll see you tonight.

[door opens]

[door slams]

[Lena] The Renegade
Craft Fair on November seventh.

Documentary Film Festival.

Ice skating in Bryant Park.

Yo, Ray made dinner
the other night.

We were all there.

- He what?
- [Smitty] Yeah, tilapia.

We could say that we were
all having like a dinner!

Uh, I mean, you could,

but then it's just family
vouching for family,

and that never holds up.

We could say
we were with you.

Wait--November seventh,
Jonathan Walker Hanson

played Madison Square Garden.

♪ pop music ♪

- That's it.
- [music playing]

[Jonathan] ♪ I see
your eyes on me girl ♪

♪ You're thinking maybe
we could hit it ♪

♪ But nah, not tonight girl ♪

♪ I gotta admit it ♪

♪ I just came to ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I just came to ♪

♪ I just came to ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I just came to ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Dance, dance,
fuck romance ♪

♪ Just dance, dance ♪

No.
Hey.

Listen, we oughta
do it in three/four.

[click]
Like a waltz?

Okay, fine.
What about five/eight?

What about four fucking four,
man, you know,

so people can dance, dance?

- Hi.
- Hey.

I didn't know
you were coming in today.

Uh, you know Lena.

Oh, from yesterday.
Yeah, cool.

Can I talk to you
about something?

- Yeah.
- In private.

[click]
Hey, give us a minute.

[Jonathan] Fuck!

You guys, uh,
give me the room?

[vocalizes]

So my dad needs a favor.

What?

Four tickets stubs
from the November seven show

at Madison Square Garden.

Four backstage passes too.

Why?

Just four tickets
from a show.

In a row.

[sighs]

You know, normally when
people ask me for tickets,

it's for shows that'll happen
in the future.

But for you,
I will make an exception.

Thank you.
We need them right away.

Well, they are
comin' right up.

- You wanna listen to it?
- [Bridget] Yeah.

[click]
Comin' back at ya

in four/four.

[dance music plays
over speakers]

♪ I see your eyes
on me girl ♪

♪ You're thinkin' maybe
we could hit it ♪

♪ But nah, not tonight, girl ♪

♪ I gotta admit it ♪

♪ I just came to ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I just came to ♪

The night those cops died,
you were at

the Jonathan Walker Hanson
concert

with Bridget, Smitty,
and Daryll.

- All right, Ray?
- [Ray] Sure.

- Gotta go.
- [beep]

- Hey.
- Hi.

So what's up
with your boss?

What are you talking about?

What?

Nothing.

Just promise me
you're not gonna get pregnant.

[gasps]

- [Lena] I'm serious.
- [laughing]

Seriously,
not with Smitty,

and definitely
not with that guy.

Jesus.

I care about you.

What's goin' on?

I'm gonna go back to L. A.

When?

- Tomorrow.
- How long?

For good.

For good?
You're quitting?

I can't be alone anymore,
Bridge.

- But I still love you.
- [laughs]

You ever need anything,
call me, all right?

[elevator dings]

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

Hello.

You don't remember me,
do you?

[small laugh]
Ray Donovan.

Need any more snapshots
for your photo album?

Mind if I keep my clothes on
this time?

I assume you figured out
who my father is now.

Your boss threatened me
with going to the D. A.,

trumping up charges
of child endangerment,

sexual abuse of a minor.

- Did you know that?
- Feratti's not my boss.

You must agree that's insane.

♪ dark music ♪

There's $1.5 million in there.

What for?

The pictures.

Just honor the deal.

If Feratti
goes ahead with this,

if he puts that picture
in the paper, there is no deal.

He knows it, I know it,
and you know it.

So...[ahem] instead of
talking about

what won't happen,

let's talk about
what can happen.

I guess we got nothin'
to talk about.

♪ dark, uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

Can you understand
what this will do to my life?

My kids?

Can you understand that?

I can't negotiate
for the mayor.

Of course you can't.

'Cause you're
a fuckin' monkey.

Messenger boy.

- [elevator bell dings]
- You're a pissant goon

working for a bullshit mayor.

You tell him three of
my lawyers used to be D. A. s,

and they will tear this apart,

and then they will
come after you!

[Amiot] You wanna tell me
what happened?

Why'd you start
drinking again?

I dunno.

Is this the first time
since you stopped?

Yeah.

How do you feel
about that?

What?

That you went back
to drinking.

Who fucking cares?

[inhales, exhales]

My father died last night.

Jeez, I'm sorry, Ray.

What for?

You must have some feelings
about your father dying.

Ray, it's all right
to express your feelings.

To process them with me.

To feel some sadness.

♪ somber music ♪

[snorts] I don't know what
the fuck you're talkin' about.

♪♪♪

I think you do.

Maybe this shit works
for some people,

but not me...you know?

Maybe some people just are
who they fuckin' are, you know?

They don't change.

Are you talking
about your father or you?

♪♪♪

I gotta go.

The hour's not over.

[sighs]
Yeah, it is.

[door closes]

♪ somber music continues ♪

♪♪♪

[indistinct chatter]

[phone rings]

[beep]

Hey, Stu.

He's not exactly taking
to the talking cure, Ray.

He's threatening
to break her leg, Ray,

fucking Nancy Kerrigan style.

And when that happens,
I'm fucked.

[Stu] You're fucked.
We're all fucked, Ray.

- I'll talk to him.
- [Stu] Talk to him?

I don't need you
to talk to him, Ray.

I need you to break
his kneecaps!

I need you to send a message

that he's not going to ever
fucking go near her again!

You have a minute?

[Stu] Ever, at all.
That's what I need, Ray--

[beep]

Can you tell me
where you were

on the night
of November seventh?

November seventh?

Know what day of the week
that was?

Saturday.

Saturday.

Ah, Satur--

I-I took my, uh,
daughter and her husband

to a concert.

Jonathan Walker Hanson.

Jonathan Walker Hanson?

Yeah, my daughter's
a big fan.

You got proof
you were there?

I'm sure she's got some stubs

in a scrapbook or something.

- I'd like to see them.
- Sure.

I'll ask her.

Your son-in-law's name?

Jakob Smith.

Thank you,
Mr. Donovan.

[distant shouting,
horn blares]

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

Did you tell her
about the concert?

How'd it go
with Kevin Sullivan?

He's trying to buy time.

All right.
This is for Amber.

I need you to go
to Staten Island,

West Shore Motel, see if
they have security cameras.

Have you been drinking?

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

[Jasmine]
Do you need a hand?

Yeah, a-actually, yeah.

Could you hold this
for me, please?

Yeah, sure.

Wow.
I'm so sorry.

Yeah, it's my--
my dad.

He died yesterday.

- So very sorry.
- It's okay.

I'm Daryll.

[small laugh]
Jasmine.

Nice to meet you.

I, uh...[chuckles]
I dropped my mail by you--

- I remember.
- [both chuckle]

- Yeah.
- Well, look, let me know

if there's anything
that you need, okay?

I'm right down here in 2A.

- 2A, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

[sighs softly]

[doorbell rings]

Hey, kid.
Your mom home?

Mom!

- Mom, Ray's here.
- [TV playing]

[man laughing on TV]

[Amber]
Brady, you gotta go.

- Mom!
- [Brady] It's okay.

Jimmy, wash your hands.

We should talk about
what you're gonna say.

Mac was in
over his head.

Rad was stealing guns
from evidence and selling 'em.

Started lifting drugs, too.

Mac drew the line.

Say it back.

[small laugh]

Mac and Rad were selling
guns outta evidence.

Uh...

Rad started stealing drugs.
Mac wouldn't go along.

After Rad threatened
you and Jimmy,

Mac finally decided
to do something about it.

You never saw him again.

Jimmy, your sandwich is ready!

[Jimmy]
Okay.

This is for you.

Don't put that there.

[video game beeping]

You all right?

You know, your dad...

he was a good guy.

He loved you.

He told me that,
you know?

All right.

Just wanted you to know.

[door opens, closes]

[indistinct chatter]

What the fuck...

Shit.

God damn it.
This fuckin' shit!

[phone rings]

[bottle clattering]

[ringing]

[beep]

- Yeah.
- [Stu] The guy is

following her now
to her apartment building!

- What?
- You took the job,

and I fuckin' paid you!

Just do the fuckin' job
I fuckin' paid you to do!

- Fuck off, Stu.
- [beep]

[engine turns]

[distant train whistle]

Hi.

My toilet's busted,
room two--

- What?
- My toilet's overflowing.

Oh, shit.

Listen, I'll just
give you a different room.

Uh, well, look,
I-I'm just above you,

and I don't wanna tell you
how to do your job,

but it's gonna flood out
the whole place.

[sighs]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

Thank you.

[typing]

[beeping]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Yeah.

They found Big Al.

Someone dismembered
the body

and threw his head
into Long Island Sound.

What kinda maniac
does that, do you think?

I'm on it.

What about Sullivan, Ray?

If I hold
a news conference,

it's not gonna be
about Big Al.

It's gonna be
about breaking ground

on the new children's hospital,
right?

Yeah.

[beep]

[distant siren]

[car horn blares,
distant shouting]

Listen, man,
I don't want any--

- [Ray] Where is she?
- What the fuck?

Stop it, stop it!

What the fuck
are you doing?

[moaning]

What did Stu tell you?

He's not the problem.

Stu is.

[Paul groans softly]

[train rumbles past]

[dialing]

[line trills]

[phone rings]

Yeah.

The tapes are scrubbed.

[Ray] Okay.

[beep]

[line ringing]

- [phone rings]
- [beep]

Yeah?

You need to make the call now.

Amber?

I can't make him into
a murderer.

I can't.

My kid's already
got it bad enough.

I can't make it fuckin' worse.

All right.

Come get your money.

- Keep it.
- [beep]

[distant horns honking]

[door opens, closes]

[Bunchy] He loved
my little Maria.

Yeah.
He loved her so fuckin' much.

Yeah, he was a shit father
but...

he was a good grandpa.

[elevator bell dings]

Dad.

- W-where you been?
- Huh?

You missed Bridget singin'.

Sorry, sweetheart.

Yeah, Ray, we're just
toastin' Mickey.

[Ray] Good.

Dad, what are you doing?

Pourin' a drink, sweetheart.
What are you doin'?

We're telling stories
about Grandpa.

Yeah?

[Ray]
I got one of those.

Hey, Terry,
you remember that time

Mom pissed the bed
when I was sleepin' with her?

[whispers]
Dad.

[Ray] No, it's a good one,
sweetheart.

Don't think I ever
told you this before.

I was about ten years old.

Your grandma was in
so much fuckin' pain

that she pissed the bed
while I was in it.

[Terry]
Ray, come on.

So I go down to the kitchen,
you know, to get a towel.

Guess who I see with his hand
in Mom's fuckin' cookie jar?

Tricky Mickey.

Mom's upstairs dyin' of cancer,

Mick comes over and steals
her life savings.

We're trying to tell her
happy stories, Ray.

[Ray] Yeah?

How's that goin' for ya?

[laughter]

There was that time
he got outta Walpole

and shot that fuckin' priest.

[laughter]

- Wrong priest.
- [Ray] Least he got one.

I thought Ray shot the priest.

Uh, different priest.

I'm the only one
who didn't shoot a priest.

[Bunchy] You better get
yourself a fuckin' priest, Ter.

- [laughter]
- [whispered] Oh, my God.

[laughter]

Ah...how 'bout--

how 'bout the time Mick
and Einstein over here

go out in that boat trying to--
trying to dump those body parts

but don't even bother
to check the fuckin' tides?

[Ray laughs lightly]

Ohh...

Fuckin' fluke, fisherman starts
hooking heads, and, uh--

and the cops are asking
questions, so...

That's the problem with...

stories with Mick,

there's not
a lotta happy endings.

Unless, of course,
he's gettin' one.

[laughter]

♪ somber piano music ♪

♪♪♪

[restrained sob]

To our father...

Michael Donovan.

May he rest in fuckin' peace.

Slainte.

- Slainte.
- Slainte.

♪♪♪

[knocking on door]

Ray-Ray.

♪ twangy notes ♪

♪ bluesy rock music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Hello, Mr. No one ♪

♪ Let's all
appreciate me ♪

♪ I'm so sorry
that I had to go ♪

♪ Mr. No one ♪

♪ Oh, Mr. No one ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Good day, sir ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Hello, Mr. No one ♪

♪ Oh oh, you're creepin' in ♪

♪ Each and every day ♪

♪ I'm so sorry
that I had to go ♪

♪ Mr. No one,
oh, Mr. No one ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Oh, Mr.
Mr. No one ♪

♪♪♪