Ray Donovan s03e05 Episode Script

Handshake Deal

Previously on Ray Donovan - Where the hell are you? - I'm in Boston.
What about the kids? They can look after themselves for a couple of days.
Get your ass home, Abby.
You get your ass home, you fucking hypocrite.
So you really gonna kick us out? That's the rules.
Yeah? You like rules? Vartan is connected.
His sister's the bank.
You be a good boy, hmm? You understand the terms, right? Sure, you give me ten grand, I give you back 15 in a month.
I'm gonna let you in on a vision I have of a way we can all get rich together.
See this cocaine? This is for you to sell.
We split the profits.
Let us take care of you for one day.
They all had a very good day.
Dope was easy to move.
God damn.
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate.
Who's a ding, motherfucker? - They're gonna kill him.
- That's terrible.
- Can you help me? - Governor, this is - my good friend Ray Donovan.
- Nice to meet you.
Ray has a brother in County.
We would appreciate it if you would expedite his release.
I'll get it done tonight.
What it cost you to get me out? I had a contract drawn up to buy you and your services and your company, lock, stock, and barrel.
Sign there and there.
You'll be expected for work tomorrow morning.
Get in! The water's fine! Yes! Whoo! Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Great party, Mick.
- This ain't good.
- What's your problem? We're in with the Minassians up to our fucking necks.
I mean, how much did you float this dude's party for? What? 15K? You got to spend money to make money.
Yeah, well, Wikipedia said these Armenian's Power is vicious.
Mr.
Minassian? He skims credit cards, sits in a ballroom drinking rosewater.
How vicious can you get? You PJ? You're the guy with all the girls on BangBoard? Yeah, nice to meet in the flesh.
Ha.
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That's a great slogan.
Uh, BangBoard Nice to meet in the flesh.
Whoa, whoa, who you talking to? KWIP, my app.
You say something witty, it translates it to text, then blasts it to all your platforms.
Anyway, thanks for meeting me off-site.
My guys don't really go in for this sort of thing.
- So we got to be discreet.
- No problem.
Girls, blow, plus the kid and myself that supervise.
All the girls we picked will be there? Every one.
So, 15.
Well, yeah, half now, half when the party's over.
Right.
See? Not to worry.
Jeez.
What are you doing? Making lunch.
Mom always just gives us money.
Are you only living here until she comes home? I don't know, Bridg.
You, uh you want a lunch? My buddies are going to Amoeba after school to see Pet Ghost do a signing.
You're still grounded, pal.
Don't you want me to have a life? No, I want you home after school.
What are you working on? Uh, tweaking this personal statement.
Mandatory meeting at 1:30 with a college advisor.
College, huh? - All right.
- What? See you at 1:30.
Yeah? You're spying on me? No, just getting organized.
Yeah, right.
Now you got to get organized.
Spy on me from there.
Don't be obvious, idiot.
I'm sorry.
- Oh, God.
- Don't talk, dumb-ass.
Now touch yourself.
There you go.
That's good.
- What the fuck's this? - Uh fell off the chair, knocked some papers over.
I was telling him how you guys might want to put a fucking Glade PlugIn out there.
It smells like dog.
What's Lucha "Nache"? Uh It's Noche.
Mexican wrestling, with the masks.
We're doing some shows at the club.
Started planning it while you was away.
- Who's planning it? - Me and their manager.
Want to do a whole series, like, chapters in a book.
- Who's paying for this? - Don't worry about it.
Los Angeles someone said it's like a volcano spewing out wreckage in all directions.
That plant? Mine since '87.
My daughter wants to tear it to the ground, and build her stadium there, but she's got a few boxes to tick first, like bird people fretting about migration patterns, et cetera, et cetera.
Is that what you need me for? No, the Governor's taking care of those details.
We need to take care of the Governor.
She's early.
Varick.
A former aide possesses an unflattering piece of information on Verona.
She stole his cell phone, the contents of which will damage the Governor's bid for reelection.
I visited her last night with an offer, she declined.
So we may need to escalate.
I don't think that's necessary.
I defer to your expertise on how it gets done.
- Hello, dear.
- Keep this between us.
Sure.
- Why is he here? - Ray's my guy.
Look, we have competition for San Diego.
We have to act quickly.
The ink's hardly dry on the studio deal.
Forget the movies.
Football is the number-one-watched television show in America every time it airs.
We need to move the team here, triple your money, and then you are gonna love the NFL.
And you will, of course, build the stadium to take in the view, huh? It's football, Dad.
Violence is the view.
Hey, Dad.
You look like your mother.
Yeah, I know.
Hard in the eyes.
What's wrong? Fucking heart disease.
Fall over a few times, they strap you to the bed, bill you to death.
I'm sorry.
Dave told me you showed up, no notice.
Yeah.
No kids? No husband? No.
He kick you out? I want to buy the bar.
You? I thought it might make things easier for everybody.
Everybody's fine.
Margaret says it's losing money.
Your sister is the worst bookkeeper in the city.
Dad, I'm just trying to help, you know? We don't need your husband's money.
Who cares where it came from? The bar's called Kelly's Place.
You're a fucking Donovan.
There's some macaroni in the fridge.
I went to see Dad.
- Yeah? - You can imagine how that went.
He just says the same shit on repeat.
"If you don't like it in the gutter, get out of the gutter.
" He never said that.
"You got a roof and a bed.
Shut the fuck up.
" I don't know how you can stand to talk to him.
You just got to let it go.
I asked Dad if I could buy the bar.
With Ray's money? Whatever hell he gave you, you were asking for it.
What if I bought it in your name? - What? - Profits are yours and Dave's.
You're fucking serious.
Yeah, I'm fucking serious.
- Hey.
- Amazing.
Jesus Christ, Pop.
Pop, it's like a fucking middle-school dance.
We're gonna miss the the next dates.
Okay.
Let's, uh let's have a hand for PJ, huh? What a boss.
What a boss.
Huh? He's given us this great party, and he tells me you're working hard.
I appreciate, being an entrepreneur myself, but man labors for a purpose, am I right? And I got to believe that, uh one of your purposes is pussy.
- Huh? - Yeah.
Gentlemen, the door is open.
PJ.
Michelle why don't you show Michelle your office? - Yeah, Michelle, PJ.
- Hey, PJ.
- Where's your office? - Uh, it's in the corner.
The corner one.
Um, yeah.
Uh You're gonna have to be a little proactive.
These guys aren't schooled in the art of the first move.
Here, go get 'em.
Go get 'em.
It's an emotivist refutation of Kant, dude.
Bodhi's a bank robber, but also a cool surfer guy, which short-circuits Johnny Utah's whole FBI-agent deal.
Morality's slave to passion.
- Classic fucking Hume.
- Yeah.
How did you not see that? - Who is it? - My name's Ray Donovan.
I'm looking for Briana Gathright.
I should notify you at this time, you're being recorded.
Last night a guy named Varick Strauss I don't have it anymore! Okay, clearly this is illegal forced entry.
- Briana.
- You don't have to tell him anything, Briana.
Briana, could you just come out here so we can talk, please? Say the word, Briana, and I'll mace this son of a bitch.
What's your name? Ted.
Briana, I'd like to not hurt your friend Ted here, so could you open the fucking door? I gave it to my advisor last night Sheldon Blackwood.
You want it, go deal with him at the law building.
My phone.
And Jordan Pressman have been increasing earnings through the '50s and '60s, and continuing on Mr.
Donovan.
Briana just rang.
She told me to expect you.
- I'm Sheldon Blackwood.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Well, your associate came to my research assistant waving a demand letter filled with empty claims and hearsay.
Your research assistant gave you something - that wasn't hers to give.
- A phone.
A cheap, black phone with no personal data, no receipt of purchase.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law, Mr.
Donovan.
I might reasonably claim that that phone is mine.
And I might reasonably not give a shit about that law, Professor.
See you later.
I hope not.
However it works in your corner of the world, harassment means jail time in mine.
This "meet me now" shit it's not gonna fly.
I got a job for ya.
What is it? Some guy's got a burner phone that belongs to Governor Verona.
- So? - We got to get it.
Why can't you do it? I got a meeting at Bridget's school.
- Is everything all right? - Abby took off for Boston.
Kids are out of sorts.
All right, today only.
Twice my usual rate.
I'll give you three.
That's not how a negotiation works.
I know what you're worth.
'Cause you won't, won't Won't let me think I'm beggin' you to Wow, these guys are going in.
Yeah, they been keeping it pent up too long.
Bad for the blood flow.
Conor? Is your apartment The El Dorado? - Yeah, why? - I'm here.
I just got dropped off.
How do I get in? Don't move.
I'm coming there.
- You got this under control? - Yeah, shit's running itself.
Ah, what a blessing you are.
- What up? - These guys have snorted every grain of coke.
We got to wind it down.
No, we don't.
We good.
I mean, Michelle, come on.
Look at these dudes.
They don't want to wind it down.
Okay? Tomorrow they're gonna be nerds in a cubicle.
Right now they're kings.
Miguel, what up? It's Daryll Donovan.
Hey, listen, I need another ten grand re-up at that party in Venice.
Bunchy, a little help here.
I'm lost.
All right, look, you got to get your form down first.
Good stance, go single.
One hand at a time.
- All right? - Yeah.
Stare at that yellow tape.
Nice.
Hey, Stan told me you got a settlement.
Yeah? - See? Working my rhythm.
- You beat the Church.
David and Goliath, am I right? Class action.
There was six of us.
Yeah, lawyers wouldn't let me sue, so - Why not? - Yo! The foam's worn down in your shitty-ass gloves, I'm gonna cut my fucking knuckles.
Okay.
Let's see what we can do about that.
Look, um, just keep practicing.
- Yep.
- And breathe out your nose.
Thanks.
What was he talking about? Why'd the Church give you money? You can tell me whatever.
I really like you.
And it's not worth me being around you - if you're just gonna - Jesus, spit it out already.
A priest messed around with me when I was a kid.
Probably you need to know that.
No wonder you're so fucked up.
If you don't want to be around me no more, I get it.
I ain't got no problem with it.
Mom went back to Boston.
Boston? What for? I don't know.
All Dad ever says is "don't worry about it.
" Maybe she went back to see that cocksucker father of hers or enjoy the fall foliage.
I think she left 'cause I freaked her out.
She walked in on me at a bad time.
Bad time? Were you jerking off? Conor, if God didn't want us to jerk off, he would've given us shorter arms.
It's natural.
Thanks, Grandpa.
But for Christ's sake, lock the fucking door.
Ginger? Jesus Christ.
Another fucking ten.
Did they ask for it? Ah, shit.
I'll be right there.
We're going for a ride.
Mm, very high percentile on her English IC exam.
She started reading when she was still in diapers.
The Hungry Caterpillar just picked it up herself.
I see the Calabasas transcripts are good.
Always worked hard.
Never had to push her.
Yes, well, you might want to start.
There are some trouble zones this semester.
B-minus in French, D in Calculus, - Chemistry is a C - D? Those are just mid-term grades.
Yes, but, Bridget, we distribute these mid-term marks to ring an alarm before the student destroys her chances at the Harvards and Yales.
Those schools have to know that Rossmore is way more strict.
Bridget's personal statement have you read it? - Not yet, no.
- She was prompted to share a piece of background that's central to her identity.
She wrote about singing.
- What's wrong with singing? - Well, as a hobby, nothing.
As a sales point for a student with a shaky academic record weak.
You got any suggestions, or you just gonna keep - lobbing insults at her? - Dad.
Bridget, try to find something revealing to write about, something raw.
A story of hardship would help contextualize a flagging academic record.
- Sorry about that.
- Sorry about what? I didn't mean to embarrass you.
- You didn't.
- I know college stuff isn't really your métier.
My what? What you're familiar with.
But thanks for coming.
Yeah? I need you to come to my father's house.
I'm busy.
Do you want me to put him on the phone so he can ask you himself? Here is to the new boss.
May your expectations be very low.
Cheers.
It's Bridg.
I got to get it.
Hey, Bridg.
How'd it go with the counselor? I feel like a fuckup.
You, Bridg? You're a star.
You kidding me? Did your dad go with you? He was sort of lost, you know? I felt bad.
Poor Ray.
What are you doing out there, Mom? Honey, I'm just taking some time for myself.
- You know? - For yourself? Mom, I don't I don't have a single friend at this school, and I'm not Conor's mother.
I can barely handle my own shit.
Okay, sweetheart, Look, I'll be on the next flight home, okay? I love you.
- She okay? - I got to get back.
She needs me.
As soon as I talk to Ray, we'll get a check cut, and we'll get this bar thing going.
- As soon as you talk to Ray.
- Yeah.
Once he knows how important it is, he'll be fine with it.
Don't do this.
Don't get our hopes up and then just go blow us off.
- Margaret - No, we've been killing ourselves for years with Dad and the bar while you're out there in Hollywood getting your fucking hair highlighted, following Ray around like a dog.
What the fuck do you know what it is to stay married? How long did you last, Margaret? You know they don't give out prizes for putting up with bullshit.
At least I didn't hang in there with a guy who fucks everything with a pulse and then just shuts me up with money.
I got to get back to my daughter.
Writ of habeas petition.
Anyone? Anyone? Nothing? Well, neither of the state appellate's decisions really provided any comprehensive summary of the facts with respect to Smith's habeas petition.
But let's talk about surveillance.
Who, if anyone, knows why it was inadmissible? W-what are you doing here? Hey, I'm I'm Sandra.
Perspective One-L? I-I emailed about auditing your clinic.
I don't remember that.
Um, Professor Blackwood, Indefensible that movie is the whole reason I'm applying to law school.
Your commentary on the DVD was amazing.
Well, you lose an appalling amount of detail in a script.
Well, if you hadn't gotten the witness on the stand before he died, would you still have won the case? Yeah, justice has its own momentum, Sandra.
"Truth will out.
" Merchant of Venice.
I just got chills.
I don't take auditors mid-semester.
But I'll have admissions route your application - through me.
- I appreciate that.
Paige has run into a wrinkle with her NFL plan.
A fucking wrinkle? Zack Davis shopped my bid to some hick billionaire in North Dakota.
It's just business, sweetheart.
- We had a deal.
- You had a handshake.
I need you to get rid of this guy.
- What do you got on him? - I don't know.
Isn't that your department? Paige, Mr.
Donovan will get on the scent.
Now, would you give us a moment, please? - You want me on that? - No.
- What did Varick say? - Get the phone.
Protect Verona.
Don't get distracted.
What's she got on you? You told me to watch your kids.
What am I looking for? Today a phone.
If you don't tell me what's going on, I can't help you.
Ray, you're a father, aren't you? What's that supposed to mean? Get the phone.
What did my father say to you? Yeah? The bug picked up a call.
Blackwood made a deal with Verona's rival.
He told Townsend's campaign he's bringing the phone, and they're setting up a press conference tonight.
All right, thanks.
What is he having you do? - It's not your concern.
- We both know that's not true.
I know you feel Like a ticking, ticking time bomb Whoo! Hey! - Here he is.
Con! - What's up, Uncle? Good to see you, man.
Hey, Pop What the fuck were you thinking? - What? - You guys.
Man, you guys are a bunch of rock stars.
I just I love your faces, both of you.
You with your fucking snowy, white hair and you with your thin, little mustache.
You're like a charming lesbian couple.
Thank you.
Look, you guys ran up another 10 on top of the 15.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We said 15.
You were supposed to end the party when the shit ran out.
How could you be so stupid? How the fuck are you talking about? "Be so stupid"? Pop, I followed your model.
When the johns run out of money, we float the loan.
- That's what you said, right? - Yeah, we float 100 here, a 100 there, not ten fucking thousand and not with the Mexican gangs involved.
All right, so what do you want to do? What can I do? Steal their fucking laptops? We're fucked.
Where's Conor? How do you want it? Regular, I guess.
- Who is it? - Ray Donovan.
Hey, Ted.
Look, Briana, I don't know how you got involved in this.
- What made you take that phone.
- He lied to me.
- A thousand times.
- About what? He said he loved me.
I lost two years of my life campaigning for him.
Coming out with that phone isn't gonna hurt Verona.
He'll make a public apology We're not coming out with a phone.
I changed my mind and Professor Blackwood says - he'll destroy it.
- He's full of shit.
He's the only one on my side.
He called Townsend's campaign.
Wants to use your phone to take down Verona himself.
Be a hero.
Get another fucking poster for his wall.
Think he'll give a shit when they start dragging you through the mud? Huh? Press starts calling you a thief and a whore.
You don't deserve that.
You're young.
You made a mistake.
Yeah.
Mistakes were made.
You know, I'm not even the only woman on that phone.
I walked in on him fucking someone in a hotel.
That's when I took the phone.
You want me to help you get it back? You missed class.
I had a college counseling meeting.
I handed back the tests.
You got an A.
That's a relief I guess.
Something wrong? Just college application BS.
What BS are they making you do? They want me to be "raw and revealing" in my essay which is just code for writing about the worst things that ever happened to you.
- Right.
- And I already blabbed to you about what that was.
I remember.
So I just I don't really wanna write about my murdered boyfriend just to get into some bullshit college.
Sorry.
"Into college.
" I don't blame you.
Did you ever feel guilty when your wife died? Like on the night of the accident, if there was anything you could've done differently? - What? - Katie told me that's how your wife died.
In your accident.
Wow.
No, um, we were celebrating our anniversary in Sayulita.
She started getting these headaches.
Blood clot.
I should head home.
Ms.
Donovan, for your essay you could write about getting a D in math.
Yeah.
I'm proud of you, Briana.
There'll be a few reporters.
Okay? They're people I trust and I'll be right by your side.
You're doing an honorable thing.
This way.
Nine-tenths of the law, right? You like working for Lee? Good lumbar support.
The intern brings in lunch every day.
Lee pops a blood vessel every ten minutes.
What's not to like? What if I want you back? You're a piece of work.
You let the business go to shit, - you're punishing Avi.
- Can't blame me for that.
Yeah, well, you didn't have to punish me.
No, I didn't.
Look I don't like sitting on my ass behind that desk every day.
And I don't like standing around waiting for orders.
You gotta lighten the fuck up.
I'll do my best.
All right, then.
I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
You have three saved messages.
Tom, it's Briana.
Just saw you on Hannity in that Brioni tie we got you with the swirls.
Seriously, Tom? I've been at the Fairmont four hours.
Do you even want to see me? It's Paige.
Everyone's gone home.
I'm stretched out over my desk, waiting for you.
You come up behind me, pull up my skirt, biting my ass so hard I scream, but you know how bad I want it so you bite me again - Yeah? - Did you get it? You'll know I got it when I fucking call you.
Mr.
Donovan, I - Hello? - We need to meet.
Take the girls on their dates and meet me in Glendale.
- You okay, kiddo? - I think so.
Who else has heard it? As far as I know just the girl and her professor.
Does my father know you have it? For me to think of this getting out it makes me sick.
I'm a fucking idiot.
We just got carried away.
So you're telling me you got caught up in a whirlwind romance with that fat fuck Tom Verona? Come on.
You looked in his eyes and saw someone who could get you what you wanted.
That, too.
So, you gonna give the phone to my father? What's he gonna do with it? He's gonna leverage me out of the business.
Why? What'd you do to him? The better question is what's he done to me? Look, Paige, I work for your father.
- What did you want for it? - He did something for me.
Took care of my brother.
We made a deal.
I can make you a better deal.
Just name your price.
I work for your father.
I bring up all these luchadores from TJ and we can't cover their insurance, they'll bust your head.
Unless I counted wrong that's $12,232.
Let me get you an envelope.
What are you doing with Teresa? What? Nothing.
What are you talking about? I got eyes, motherfucker.
- She your girlfriend? - What? No, man, I'm her fucking brother.
But I do need her mind clear to perform.
I can't have her getting soft.
She ain't getting soft.
- Hey.
- Whoa, man.
Did I see you take money from my brother? - He gave me money.
- Yeah? Well, now you give me what he gave you.
Take it up with Bunchy, man.
Don't you fuck with my brother.
Nobody's fucking with your brother.
Chill.
- We got a business contract.
- Yeah? Now you leave him the fuck alone! Terry, get off of him! What the fuck is wrong with you? Oh.
So, Davros says you need another ten.
It's just short-term.
It will be my pleasure.
Please.
Oh, Mrs.
Minassian.
You're a great American.
After that, uh, we take 50.
You're talking a goddamn shakedown? Not interest on your loan.
Cash flow moving forward.
- Accept? - No.
- I don't like your terms.
- These are good terms.
Good for me, good for you.
Settle debts with your Mexicans.
Enjoy the advantages of our organization.
We got our own organization.
No, two men.
That is not an organization.
We are your partner.
No, we don't wanna be partners.
Let's go, Daryll.
How old, your grandson? Beautiful boy.
Pink cheeks.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Whoa, Pop.
Take it easy.
I was paying a compliment.
We might wanna stay on her good side.
Mrs.
Minassian I want us to do right by each other.
And of course we will.
Of course, of course.
You took your time.
That girl's gonna keep quiet.
Verona should be all clear for Tuesday.
- And the phone? - I got rid of it.
Which part of "get me the phone" didn't you understand? You said you wanted it kept quiet.
Don't be fucking coy.
You know what's on that phone? What do you think? I just assumed as a father you'd want to bury that kind of thing.
An honest to God white knight.
Did you give my daughter that phone? No.
Governor is having an election party Tuesday night.
You're invited.
Bring Mrs.
Donovan.
Good night, Ray.
Did you get it? Did I get what? The phone.
Good night, Varick.
- You're leaving? - Your brother's fucking crazy.
I can talk to him.
He just didn't understand our arrangement.
We got an offer in Bakersfield anyway.
Gotta make that paper.
But you've been so helpful.
Sprucing up the place.
Maybe I could hire you.
I go where Pablo and them go.
They ain't just my job, they're my family.
Teresa, you can't go.
Okay? Don't go.
Tell me what to do to keep you here.
I'll do whatever you want.
There's nothing you can do.
But I'll miss fucking with you.
You didn't give it to him.
Not yet.
You don't like my family, do you? - What's to like? - Not much.
How'd it get so bad between you two? I can't tell you all the details.
Pick one.
I tried too hard for my father's approval.
And he preferred feeling needed over feeling proud.
Maybe you should have just kidnapped yourself.
Maybe.
I'll give you the phone for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much? - 5%.
What if I told you you're insane? You don't get a football team.
- 2.
5.
- 3.
Okay.
You get the phone when I see something in writing.
You need that? You don't trust me? I wonder if you're out past your depths.
I'll manage.
They were gonna rip you off.
What do you know about it? Well, I know what I saw.
You know, we don't all have to spend our life fucking miserable.
The fuck you doing here? Your son Ubered out to see me after school today.
Wanted some quality time.
I drove him home.
What were you doing in North Hollywood? Grandpa just told you.
Quality time.
Why don't you go upstairs, Conor? He's a great kid.
Offer me a drink.
Three minutes of your life.
He's lonesome, your son.
No one's home and he's taking it personal.
You're gonna give me a fucking lesson in parenting, Mick? My mistakes weigh on me, too.
I'm sure you cry yourself to sleep.
No good looking back.
Hey, I'm concerned about you.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
I know Abby's gone.
I know you must be hurting.
I want you to know, whatever history is there between you and me, you wanna talk, I can be a very good listener.
Food for thought.
What are you up to out there? - Up to? - North Hollywood.
What do you got going on, Mick? I bought a two bedroom apartment, top of the line grill, right by the pool.
You all right? No, you got the blues.
Yeah.
You wanna talk about it? I don't think so.
It's too painful.
You know something? Maybe it's hardwiring from childhood, I don't know, but I find that, uh I still find that prayer eases pain more than anything else.
I-I don't know.
Works for me.
May I be confident that, in the trials of my life, that You, oh, God, will be my constant companion.
Whenever I can't stand, You will carry me.
May I have no fear of what might happen tomorrow, for the same Father who cares for me today will care for me then and for every day of my life.
You will shield me from suffering or give me the strength to bear it patiently, for Your yoke is easy and Your burden is light.
May I then be at peace and put aside all the useless worries.
Hey, Dog.
Hey.
Hi.
Good boy.

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