Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 7, Episode 9 - Bugs - full transcript

[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

[Smitty]
Do you think about it?

You think about
what you did?

I shot him, he's dead.
What's the difference?

Got what he deserved.

- [electric sizzle]
- Aah!

Jesus, Pop!
Will you stop?

I taped every fuckin' thing

Jimmy ever said to me.

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪



[tires screeching]

Fuck this.

Are you still workin'
for that piece a shit?

After what he did
to your sister?

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

- [thud]
- Aah!

[knock on door]

What the fuck?

- [gunshot]
- Oh, shit!

Jasmine!

♪♪♪

God damn it, I said stop--
Uhh--

[Perry]
On the ground.



♪♪♪

♪ dark, heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

[Smitty] Daryll said that
you went crazy on that cop.

He said that you shot him
like 20 times.

[Ray] I shot him, he's dead.
What's the difference?

[Smitty] You don't feel bad?

You don't feel bad
for the families?

[Ray]
No, I don't feel bad.

He got what he deserved.

- [click]
- [recording stops]

How 'bout
Lieutenant Radulovic?

Did he get
what he deserved?

Shot multiple times,

decapitated
with a fucking chainsaw

and dumped like trash.

[Perry] And Officer Clancy.
And Officer Bianchi.

They took my daughter.

Why? Why did they
take your daughter?

Because I knew
what they were doin'.

What were they doing?

Runnin' a kickback scam
through Arthur Kill prison.

- [Perry] Who was?
- The cops and a judge

named Scholl--IAB already
had an investigation...

a guy named Lake, but, uh...

guess you know
what happened to him.

Who killed Lake?

We makin' a deal or what?

[Perry]
Who killed Lake?

Radulovic.

Under orders
from Feratti.

Wait a minute...
so you're tellin' me

that the Mayor
of New York City

called a hit
on an IAB investigator?

That's what I just said.

Can you prove it?

No.

But what if I can
bring in Judge Scholl?

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

[ background chatter ]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[click, snap]

[elevator bell dings]

[young Gary] Swear to God,
you haven't heard music

till you hear it
on this system.

It's like being there live.

[young Gary and young Bridget
continue indistinctly]

[young Bridget]
You're taking your life

in your own hands.

[young Gary] It's worth it
if you'll dance with me.

[Bridget
continues indistinctly]

♪ Rare Earth's "I Know
I'm Losing You" plays ♪

[young Bridget]
Holy shit!

This is mind-blowing.

[young Gary]
Yeah, I told you.

[young Bridget]
Turn it up, turn it up.

♪ Ah, woman ♪

♪ Woman your touch ♪

♪ Your touch has gone cold ♪

♪ As if someone else ♪

♪ Controls your very soul ♪

♪♪♪

♪ I've fooled myself ♪

♪ Long as I can ♪

♪ Can feel the presence ♪

♪ Of another man ♪

♪ It's there
when you speak my name ♪

♪ It's just not the same ♪

♪ Ooh, babe ♪

- [music echoing]
- ♪ I'm losin' you ♪

Rent's due Friday.
Pony up.

I'm 20 short.
I'll have it by tonight.

I'll cover ya.

I said I'd have it.

You don't need to
cover for me.

Jesus, Bridge--you're like
a fuckin' bank teller.

- Where'd you get all that?
- Babysitting.

[Bridget]
What?

Nothin'.

Brendan Donovan!

What?

- [Bridget] Easy.
- [Terry] You steal money

- from your own family.
- Grocery money.

[Ray] Grocery money?

Pop-Tarts.

[Bridget, Terry,
Brandon snickering]

You buy these?

Yeah, why?

Huh.

They're good.

[Bunchy]
You make me one a those?

Sure.

Need you to put on a suit

and go into Staten Island
today.

A suit?

Yeah.

Oh!

[laughs]
Thank you, Terry.

W-you're welcome.

Oh...

I'm sorry to put you
to the trouble.

I didn't know
who else I could ask.

- It's all right.
- [laughs]

Oh, it belonged
to my grandmother.

How you feelin'?

Never better.

You know the drip
they have me on--

well, it's like a martini
on an empty stomach.

- [both chuckle]
- Sláinte.

[both chuckling]

How are you feeling?

All right.

Oh, a positive attitude
is everything, right?

Promise me you'll take
better care of yourself.

Take your meds.
Go to physical therapy.

Sure, I will.

That didn't sound
so convincing.

I can't make promises
I'm not gonna keep.

Sweetheart...

the man you are going to be

is going to be standing
on top of a mountain

made of the dead versions
of yourself.

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

- [lens snapping]
- [wife] I don't know yet.

- I may go shopping.
- [Scholl] Okay.

[continues
indistinctly]

[lens snapping]

- [Scholl] Love you.
- Love you too.

I'll see you later.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

We need to talk.

Jesus, not out here.

Not in there either.

Why not?

I found this in my office
last night.

[background chatter]

You know where, uh,
Frankie Lee is?

[response inaudible]

[keyboard keys clicking]

[Mickey]
Afternoon.

I'm looking for a guy
named Frankie Lee.

Shut the door.

I'm Frankie Lee.

I understand that, uh,

you know how to move
private stock.

- Who told you that?
- My sister-in-law knows a guy

who, you know,
knows a guy.

What kinda stocks?

Twenty percent
of Sullivan Industries.

[keys clicking]

Estimated valuation pre-IPO

is 2.4 billion.

Holy shit!

That much, huh?

- [chuckling]
- Where's the paper?

My, uh, my son has it.

It's in my other son's
name.

You always sell things
that don't belong to you?

Basically,
I'm one of the founders

of Sullivan Industries,
okay?

It's my stock.
It's just in my son's name.

Come back
when you got the paper.

[keys clicking]

Wait, wait--
help me out here.

Gimme something
to convince him.

How much do we lose, uh,
convertin' it to cash?

Will you take Bitcoin?

What the fuck is that?

[small laugh]
You want old-fashioned cash

and you want to keep
this deal quiet,

I can get you 65,
75 million.

- Minus my 20 percent.
- Whoa!

That's a big haircut,
Frankie.

You don't like it,
put your shit on eBay.

Ooh.

[device whirring]

Should be the last one.

Are you sure?

[quietly]
Yeah.

What are you doin'?

Calling the mayor.

Who do you think
ordered all this?

Feratti?
He won't come after me.

He's in as deep as I am.

IAB already knows
about the prison scam.

They just don't know
who the players are.

My guess is Feratti's
tryin' to pin it on you.

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

I got a friend inside,
a detective.

Trust me, Judge--they don't
want us, they want the mayor.

What kind of a deal
did they offer you?

Immunity.

Bullshit.

I cooperate, I walk.

I'm a fuckin' judge, Ray.

They're never gonna
let me walk.

You give them Feratti,

they'll give you
anything you want.

Call me when
you're ready to talk.

[door hinges squeak open]

[door closes]

[Kimberly]
Terry!

- Oh, hey.
- What's going on?

We haven't seen you
in forever.

Oh--oh, you know,
fam--family stuff.

Oh. I'm actually with somebody
else right now.

After your first two no-shows,
we took you off the schedule.

Aw, that's all--
I-I can just go.

No, no, no,
you're both in LSVT,

so I can put you two
together.

Come on!

[Kimberly]
Terry, this is Artie.

He'll be your partner
today.

Pleasure to meet you,
Terry.

I got ten more to go.

[lens snapping]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[lawyer] Ladies, gentlemen,
non-binary members of the jury,

the evidence that I will
submit shortly will show,

- as clear as day...
- [phone buzzes]

the facts of this case.

You will see on CCTV footage

that my client fell
from a second-floor balcony.

You will see on CCTV footage

the railing of that balcony
in obvious disrepair.

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Yeah.

The judge's wife made me.

- Good.
- [beep]

[pop song plays on radio]

♪♪♪

- [engine turns off]
- [music stops]

[Ray]
What's wrong?

Nothin'.

What are you cryin'
for?

Did you break up
with your boyfriend?

Mind your own fuckin'
business, okay?

Don't go.

Bridget...

please don't leave me.

Can you just talk to me
about this?

Li--You can't just
walk away from everyth--

[murmurs]
Bridget...

I love you so much.

And I know that you think
that I fucked up,

but I didn't.

I didn't--everything I did
was to protect you.

You wore a fucking wire.

They already
have a case on your dad.

No, they don't!
They didn't have a case.

They have you, and they
have your fucking wire.

You don't get it--they were
gonna arrest everybody.

So you turn against me
and my dad...

- Not you!
- And my whole fucking family?

Not you--this whole thing
was to save you!

You did it
to save yourself.

They have evidence.
They have proof.

They have fingerprints.

They have blood.

Don't you get that?

That all of us,
we're all just fucked.

That's the only reason
I wore a wire was to save you,

'cause you didn't kill
anybody.

I never wanna see you again.

♪ somber music ♪

[door opens, closes]

- [Perry] Bridget Donovan.
- Yeah?

I'm Detective Perry with NYPD.

Can you step over here,
hands on the hood?

Bags down,
hands on the hood of the car.

[police radio chatter]

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[Smitty]
God--Fuck!

Hey, hey, no, no, no, no!

Hold on!
We had a deal!

Come on!
Fuck!

[groans]
Ah...

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[tires screeching]

- [commotion]
- [pedestrian] Whoa!

[both] Ahh...

Good!
Do this twice a day at home.

You'll start to notice
a big difference.

Yeah...my neighbors'll
start to think

I lost my fuckin' mind.

[laughs]

I have a neighbor who pulls
her children away from me

on the sidewalk.

I can't blame her.
I mean, I'm...

I'm shaking and I lose
my balance sometimes.

She must think
I'm an alcoholic.

I am an alcoholic.

And I make a mean martini,
shaken, not stirred.

[both laugh]

[both] Ahh...

[volume increases]

[distant boat horn blows]

[beep]

[phone rings]

You certainly know
how to send a message.

[Daryll] No, here's
my message, Declan.

You killed her, so you explain
her body to the cops.

I want those fuckin'
papers.

You bring me what you promised,

and I'll give you
the briefcase.

You wanna tell me
what's goin' on here?

Hmm?

♪ dark, suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[phone rings]

[beep]

Yeah.

I got problems.

Okay.

[Jim] Declan went after
your brother.

- Who?
- Daryll.

[Jim] For the stocks.

He made a fuckin' mess
of things.

Why you callin' me?

Your brother's holed up
in some shitty motel,

the Lightning Motel
out in Queens.

- I can't right now.
- Look, I don't want this

to escalate into a fuckin'
war between our families.

- I'll call ya later.
- [beep]

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

- [line ringing]
- [wife] Greg.

- [Scholl] Something wrong?
- He's still fucking

following me.

[woman] Mayor's office.
Can you hold please?

No, Avis, I can't hold.
This is Judge Scholl.

I need to speak
to the mayor right away.

[Avis] He's in a meeting.
May I take a message please?

Tell him to fucking call me.

- [Perry] That's the daughter.
- [Bricker] Bridget Donovan?

Well, it gets better
and better.

[indistinct]

♪ unsettling music ♪

♪♪♪

Your father told me
what those officers did to you.

How they kidnapped you,
held you for days.

I'm sorry.

I really am.
That must have been terrifying.

Were you thinking about that
when you cut their heads off?

I'm not sure
I know what you mean.

Then let me walk you
through it.

On the night of November 7th
last year,

you were being held hostage
at a motel

in Staten Island.

[ambient background noise]

[Smitty] They got Bridget.

Cops.

They came to our apartment.
They took her in.

You know, I--
I did it for her.

They promised they wouldn't
charge her if I would.

I only did it for her.

[engine turns]

[tires screeching]

[tires continue screeching]

[car accelerates away]

Hey, Smit.

Smitty, was that Ray?

Was that Ray that, uh,
took off so fast?

You know where he's goin'?

Know when he's
comin' back, Smit?

I dunno.

Anybody heard from
Daryll?

[sighs]
I dunno, I dunno.

You don't know much,
[laughs] do ya?

[whispers]
Oh, God!

- [breathing hard]
- [Mickey] What's the matter?

- [Smitty breathing hard]
- What's the matter, kid?

What's the matter?
Hey, talk to me.

- You okay?
- [gasps]

[Terry]
I used to go ten rounds

and hardly break
a sweat.

You were a boxer?

Yeah.
Look at me now.

What do you do for work?

I'm retired
for the most part,

but I still see
a few patients.

- Are you a doctor?
- Yeah.

Well, maybe you can
cure yourself.

Not that kind.

- Well, what kind?
- Psychiatrist.

[exhales]

[laughs]

- I see.
- Naw.

I don't know nothin'
about that kinda shit.

Goin' to see a doctor
to talk or...

or worse, goin' to get pills
to make your dick soft.

But my kid brother,
he goes to see one-a you.

I mean,
he says it works, so...

maybe I don't know shit
about shit.

Might help.
I see one.

You do?

Everybody in my profession
has a therapist.

That's why
they're in my profession.

Well, it must be
fuckin' hard bein' sick

and tryin' to help
sick people.

Well, actually, it helps me
take my mind off myself.

[laughs]

You'd have a full-time job
in my family.

Bein' a Donovan family
therapist.

You could become fuckin' rich
if we had any money.

I'd better get going.

H-hey, hey, listen,

if--if you want a drink
or somethin'...

you just let me know,
a'ight?

Bye, Terry.

It was a real pleasure
talking with you.

Go to the courthouse
right away.

Tail the judge.
Make sure he sees ya.

- A'ight.
- [beep]

So...

you fed a little cheese
to the cops--so what?

You were trying
to save your wife.

I should kill myself.

People pass judgment
on rats.

But few understand

what it's like to be
under that kinda pressure.

Everyone thinks
that they can hold up.

The truth is,
everyone's a rat.

At one point or another.

It's human nature.

No, it's not.

Even Ray ratted me out.

Put me in prison.

I ratted other people out
in order to survive.

You do what you gotta do.

You'll be all right.

You didn't rat on me,
did ya?

No.

I didn't say
anything about you.

That's--that's a good boy.
[chuckles]

Hey...hey.

You're aces with me,
kiddo, huh?

You're aces with me.

Now, why don't you take
your old granddad

over to the bank?

The bank?
Why?

Well, a dead man
can't open a bank account,

and I need a place
where I can receive

wire transfers.

Now, you do this for me,

there's $100,000 in it
for ya.

[murmurs]
See?

Things'll get quite rosy,
ya hang with me.

Let's go.

[engine turns]

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

[Avis]
Mayor Feratti's office.

I need to speak to
the mayor now.

I'm sorry,
but he's in a meeting.

Avis, I don't give a shit
what he's doing.

Tell Feratti that Judge Scholl

is about to burn his fucking
life down to the ground

if he doesn't speak to me now.

[Avis] Hold, please.

♪♪♪

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door hinges squeak]

- [phone rings]
- Yeah.

Judge Scholl keeps calling me.
He's paranoid.

Thinks somebody's
bugging his office.

Yeah?

Saying irrational things,
making threats.

Honestly, I think he's having
some kinda breakdown.

I'll talk to him.

[beep]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[beep]

[line ringing]

- [Claudette] Daryll.
- Hey, Ma.

What's going on, son?
Everything okay?

Yeah, uh, everything's great,
you know, really good.

Is it really--I mean,
you telling me the truth?

Ma, everything is cool.

Well, all right,
that's good to hear.

Thank goodness.
[chuckles]

I'm gonna be, uh,
takin' a trip.

With Mickey?

No.
No, not with Mickey.

You were right about Dad.

So I'm gonna be doin'
my own thing.

But I-I just wanted
to hear your voice.

Daryll, what's goin' on?

Ma, nothing!
[laughs]

Look, sweetheart,
if you're in trouble,

if you need somethin'...

there's nothin' you could do,
there's nothin' you could say

that could ever make me
stop loving you, Daryll.

Hey, Ma, actually,
I gotta go.

- But, uh, love you.
- Daryll.

- Daryll--
- [beep]

♪ tense, suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[commotion]

[inaudible]

[car alarms blaring]

- [knocks twice]
- I've got good news.

Donovan just flipped
Judge Scholl.

- Son of a bitch!
- If we can draw

a straight line
from Scholl to Feratti,

corruption to murder,
we take down the mayor.

They think it's terrorists.

The police.
They're...assuming

that it has something to do
with one of my cases.

[phone rings]

Brought in the FBI.

They'll probably...turn...

every fuckin' Muslim
I've ever had in my courtroom

inside out.

[scoffs]

What was I supposed
to say?

The fuckin' mayor
of New York City

had me car bombed?

Where the fuck
are you taking me?

[phone rings]

Jesus.

Uh...a-a-are you sure
you trust this cop?

I trust her.

I can't go to prison.

I'm a fucking judge.
They'll kill me.

[phone rings]

Who is this?

It's Claudette.

I got your number
from Mickey.

- What do ya want?
- It's Daryll.

I think he's in real trouble.

He called me, and there's just
something about his voice.

He just, h--

It-it-it scared me.

- Where is he?
- I don't know where he is.

I've called him
three times now.

He's not answerin'
his phone.

Ray, I wouldn't call you

if I didn't really need
your help.

Will you help me find him?

I'll find him.

- Thank y--
- [beep]

Motherfucker.

[inhales, exhales]

[R&B plays on radio]

♪♪♪

[indistinct conversation]

[young Bridget]
No, I'm going.

♪ I got to get away ♪

♪ Oh yeah ♪

♪ I got to get away ♪

♪♪♪

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

[sniffles]
Just take me home, will ya?

I thought you had
baby-sittin'.

[scoffs]
I'm done with that.

Can you please
just take me home?

- W-what's goin' on with you?
- I had to deal with this shit

- from Gary, and now you?
- I'm just sayin',

I thought you liked
babysittin' for Molly.

Aren't they
expectin' you?

Just please take me home, Ray.

Okay.

[car door opens, closes]

It's open.

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

What the fuck
are you doin' here, Ray?

I'm here to help,
Daryll.

Sullivan told you
where I was?

Yeah.

I swear to Christ, Ray,

if you don't turn and go,
I will fucking kill you.

Why're you doin' this,
Daryll?

He killed her.

Who?

My girl.
[small laugh]

[whispers]
He fuckin' shot her.

Declan?

Ray, you just better
fucking leave.

But you tell Declan
if he wants his shit,

he can come get it.

I know you wanna
get even, Daryll,

but this isn't
the way to do it.

What happens after
you shoot Declan?

Huh?
What then?

You just...runnin' for the rest
of your life like Mick?

That what you want?

And why the fuck
do you care?

What do you fucking care
what I do, Ray?

♪ soft music ♪

I'm your brother,
Daryll.

[small laugh]

[voice breaking]
Now I'm your brother?

[laughing]
Oh, you motherfucker.

Now I'm your brother?

Now I'm your brother?

[softly]
Yeah.

- [sniffling]
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't do that.
Hey.

Daryll.

Put the gun down.
Look at me.

Look at--Daryll.

I been there.

You know that.

[softly]
Gimme the gun.

[whispers]
Come on.

Come on.

Come on, D,
gimme the gun.

[groans]
Ughhh...

[whimpers]

[sobbing]

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[sobs]

Sit tight.

I'll fix this, I promise.

Ray.

You kill that motherfucker.

♪ dark chords ♪

♪♪♪

[engine turns]

[phone pad clicking]

[line ringing]

Yeah?

[Ray] I need you
to do me a favor.

What's up?

Head over to the
Lightning Motel in Queens.

What for?

I need you
to pick up Daryll.

Everything all right?

Yeah.
I'll call ya later.

[beep]

Ah...

What's that?

Champagne.

What for?

For fuckin' hope,
for dreams!

[Mickey]
Let ya in on a secret--

all champagne is the same.

Don't matter if ya pay $14

or 114.

[pop]

After one glass a the...
the fuckin' bubbles,

- [champagne pours]
- It all tastes the same.

Because it is the fuckin' same.

You don't have to
wait for good news.

You just gotta celebrate.

[phone rings]

[ringing]

Oh! See, this could be
good news.

Uh, good evening.
Is this Frankie Lee?

How much?
[ahem]

Holy sh-shit!

Frankie,
you're a genius!

Good thing we get
the bank account.

Now all we need
is to find Daryll

and get the paper, huh?

[Scholl]
To the best of my knowledge

the mayor started working
with Officer McGrath

about two years ago.

Be specific, please.

Mayor Feratti conspired
with Officer Sean McGrath

to take kickbacks
and payoffs.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Woman, woman your touch ♪

♪ Your touch has gone cold ♪

♪ It's as if someone else ♪

♪ Controls your very soul ♪

♪ I've fooled myself ♪

♪ Long as I can ♪

♪ Can feel the presence ♪

♪ Of another man ♪

♪ Now when you speak to me ♪

- [inaudible]
- ♪ It's just not the same ♪

♪ Ooh, hey ♪

♪ I'm losing you ♪

♪ It's in the air ♪

♪ It's there everywhere ♪

♪ Baby baby baby ♪

♪ I'm losin' you ♪

♪♪♪

- [inaudible]
- ♪ When I look into ♪

♪ Your eyes ♪

♪ A reflection
of a face I've seen ♪

- [gunshot]
- Uhh--

♪ I'm hurt, downhearted ♪

♪ And worried, girl ♪

♪ 'Cause that face
doesn't belong to me ♪

[Perry panting]

♪ It's all over your face ♪

♪ Someone's taking my place ♪

♪ Ooh baby...♪

[gunshot]

♪ You try hard to hide ♪

♪ The emptiness
you feel inside ♪

♪ Ooh, babe,
I'm losin' you ♪

[grunts]

[panting]

♪♪♪

♪ Fade fade fade fade ♪

♪ Fadin' away from me ♪

♪ Fade fade fade fade ♪

♪ Fadin' away from me ♪

♪ Fade fade fade fade ♪

[lyrics fade away]

♪ ominous music ♪

♪♪♪

[panting]

[phone rings]

Yeah.

[quietly]
He's gone.

[Ray] Scholl?

[panting] Fareed is dead.
Scholl ran off.

Somebody
knows we're here.

We don't get him,
all I got is you.

I'm close.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[panting]

♪ intense music ♪

♪♪♪

[intense music continues]

♪♪♪