Ray Donovan s05e08 Episode Script
Horses
1 (DRAMATIC MUSIC) RAY: Previously on Ray Donovan RAY: How long? FRIEDMAN: As I said, it's not precise.
Three? Six? What? In that range.
I gotta make it to Christmas.
What do you mean, you gotta make it to Christmas? You know, for the kids.
I wanna stop treatment.
RAY: No, you don't.
You're just tired, that's all.
I know how hard this has been for you.
You don't know.
This this is some Godless fucking bullshit is what this is.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway A rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway He merged perfectly, the mirror TERRY: I got it from the Rose Bowl Flea Market.
Only 39 bucks.
You like it? I do, honey.
He pushed him against the locker He drove it in, he drove it home He drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head against the locker Started crashing his head against the locker - Come on, hurry up already.
- Just hold it still, Bunch.
(DRILL WHIRS) Ray.
Fuckin' be careful.
There's nobody's holding the ladder.
RAY: Almost done.
All right, you can let it go.
- You sure? - Yeah.
(CELL PHONE RINGS) - RAY: Huh? - BUNCHY: All right.
Hold this for me.
Hello? BUNCHY: Careful.
Yeah, this is she.
(DRILL WHIRS) (BUNCHY AND RAY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) What does that mean? No, I understand.
Thank you for calling.
I appreciate everything you've done.
Bye.
All right, plug it in! I'm gonna go for a little walk.
Sure.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea - BUNCHY: Did you plug it in? - BECKETT: Yeah.
BUNCHY: No, you fuckin' didn't, 'cause it's not on.
Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run But the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny He pushed him against the locker He drove it in, he drove it home He drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head MAN: Yes.
But the patient is here right now.
I do not want her to have to come back a second time.
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling He's being surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses So I, uh (CONTINUES INAUDIBLY) Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses Horses, horses, horses (DOOR OPENS) (SNIFFLES) Place is starting to look good, huh? What? Except for that fucking sign, but we should be able to get that up tomorrow.
You all right? I'm just tired.
Sure.
Close your eyes.
Why? I got something for you.
Surprise.
(SIGHS) I don't want any more surprises.
Just close your fuckin' eyes.
- What is it? - Shh.
It's beautiful.
What am I gonna do with it? What do you mean, what are you gonna do with it? You're gonna wear it tomorrow night for the opening party.
Sweetheart, for one party? (CHUCKLING) One party? No, you wear it tomorrow, Conor's graduation, Bridget's wedding, our 50th fuckin' wedding anniversary, if I live that long.
Thanks, Ray.
(SIGHS) It was very thoughtful.
(SIGHS) (SOMBER MUSIC) (FAUCET RUNS) (SNIFFLES) Ray? (CLEARS THROAT) Ray? - You say something? - (FAUCET SHUTS OFF) We didn't get into the Sloan Kettering trial.
(SNIFFLES) What? Bergstein called.
When? Earlier.
They selected three patients for surgery.
But I'm not one of them.
What do you what do you mean, you're not one of them? They called you? - Yeah, her office did.
- What the fuck? - They're not supposed to - Ray.
I mean, who tells someone they're a perfect fuckin' candidate and then just Yes, but, uh, it was a lottery.
And we didn't get in.
I'm relieved.
That long list of stuff that could happen to me (SIGHS) The blindness and strokes I don't wanna have to worry about that.
I just wanna open the bar.
Everybody's gonna be there.
We'll drink whiskey and sing songs.
And I can say good-bye.
And you'll be by my side, holding my hand.
What are those? Seconal.
I picked it up earlier.
What for? You know what for.
Shouldn't have done that.
What are you doing? Going to New York.
I don't want you to go to New York.
Talk to that doctor, sort this out.
(SIGHS) Ray, remember what we said if the trial didn't work out? That I could control how this ends.
Ray.
You're getting that fuckin' surgery, Abby.
You don't get to tell me what to do with my fuckin' body.
Abs, I know how much pain you're in.
I know how hard this is for you.
But we're gonna beat it.
All right? I promise.
You hear me? And ten years from now, we're gonna be sitting in that fuckin' bar, having a drink, laughing about it.
Understand? Abby.
- Yeah.
- I love you, sweetheart.
I love you too.
All right.
(CELL PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING) Yeah.
You told me you swapped out Abby's number.
(SIGHS) - What? - In the database.
The fuckin' Sloan Kettering thing.
You told me you gave them your number - instead of hers.
- I did.
So why the fuck are they calling her, Lena? Ray, what are you talking about? (SIGHS) She didn't get into the trial.
Oh, fuck, Ray.
I'm so sorry.
- I wanna know who did.
- What do you want me to do? I want the names.
I want the fuckin' addresses.
I want everything.
You understand me, Lena? - Yeah.
- (PHONE BEEPS) (DARK MUSIC) Did you get the tickets? Y-yeah, they're right there.
- What about the trial? - Uh, that took a minute, but I cracked it.
These are copies of all their hospital files, all the medical histories, addresses, and workplaces.
Avi: So what time's the flight? 11:59.
Where's your bag? It's in the car.
Let's go.
You all right? I'm all right.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SIGHS) (LAUGHS, SNIFFLES) (GROANS) You all right? Yeah.
The Santa Ana winds.
Every year, same bullshit with my sinuses.
(SNIFFLES) Kills me.
So your contact, who is she? I can't tell you that.
Just she has access to a lab.
- Where? - Columbia.
You sure she's gonna help us? We go back.
She's not happy about breaking cover, but we go back.
What's she got? Don't worry about it.
What is it, Av? - You sure wanna know? - Yeah, I wanna know.
(SIGHS) Meningitis bacteria.
AVI: What? Will it kill him? No, it won't kill him.
But it will definitely disqualify him from the trial.
(DOOR OPENS) Hey.
Pool table's in.
Jesus, it's hot in here.
Oh, yeah? (SNIFFLES) I can't feel it.
I'm fuckin' freezing.
Ooh.
Come here.
What's going on? Ray threw away my pills.
What pills? My suicide pills.
What? I didn't get into the trial.
Shit.
So he's on a plane to New York, trying to fix things.
Well, that's the right thing to do.
We all want the same thing, honey.
He's just trying to make you better.
Does anyone in this family give a fuck about what I want? My doctor rewrote the prescription.
I need you to pick it up.
Well, let me call Ray.
You two can work this out.
No.
It's better if he's not here.
(SIGHS) That prescription was the only thing keeping me sane.
I need you to pick it up.
Can you do that for me? (SOMBER MUSIC) (HORN BLARING) (SIREN WAILING) Where the fuck are you, Avi? (SIREN BLIPS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) Where the fuck is Avi? I've been here 30 minutes already.
- I know.
- What do you mean, you know? Ray, I gotta tell you something.
What? Avi just called from the Eighth Precinct 'cause he got arrested.
Fuck are you talking about? Arrested for what? For buying heroin.
(SIREN WHOOPING) (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (SIGHS, LAUGHS) I had some this nerve pain from the beatings the Russians gave me.
(SIGHS) And we got the fentanyl from them.
I tried it.
It worked.
And then I needed more and different mixtures and Fuck, Ray.
It just got away from me.
I I mean, what could I do? I was counting on you, Av.
I know.
I I'm really fucking sorry.
Look, uh you bail me out.
Twelve hours.
I can connect and w-work it out.
I don't have 12 hours.
I need that address.
I can't.
I can't.
She's Mossad katsas.
She'll never engage with you.
- She's in deep cover.
- I don't give a fuck what she is.
Please, Ray.
(POUNDS ON TABLE) I want that fuckin' address, Avi.
- ABBY: Does it still fit? - BRIDGET: Yeah.
I mean, we'll pin it if it doesn't, but it's beautiful.
(LAUGHS) I wish I had some fuckin' hair.
(BOTH LAUGH) I like this.
How 'bout a red lip? You got it.
- Is this good? - Yeah.
Okay.
Go like that.
I'm terrible.
You have such pretty skin.
It's your skin.
Click 'em.
(SMACKS LIPS) Let me fix it.
(SNIFFLES) - Beautiful.
- (CHUCKLES) So Dad is in New York, huh? - Yeah.
- Why is he there if you're not gonna do the trial? Your dad's doing what he has to do, sweetheart.
Mom, I understand that you don't wanna do that surgery, but no treatment at all? W-why not? It's like somebody's chasing me.
Like they're trying to shoot me.
But I wanna be the one to shoot first.
I wanna be the one pulling the trigger.
- This stuff too.
- Yes, of-of course.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) Hello.
I'm a friend of Avi Rudin's.
Who again? Avi.
Oh, are you looking for the gentleman that just moved in down the hall? Yeah, I've met his dog walker but not him.
You were supposed to give Avi something.
(SIGHS) I need it.
I'm sorry, I'm confused.
- I don't have time for this.
- Look, I don't know Please, look, I'm a doctor.
- You have the wrong person.
- Tell me ooh! (BOTH GRUNTING) - RAY: Ah! - TAMAR: Uh! (BOTH GRUNTING) Ah ahh! (GRUNTING) Ohh! Oh! Uh! (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (BOTH GRUNTING, STRUGGLING) - TAMAR: Uh! - RAY: Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Where is it? I swear to God, I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
The refrigerator.
- Sorry.
- Fuck you.
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) She looks good, man.
DARYLL: Hey.
BUNCHY: Don't get the door for her or anything, Daryll.
Notice anything? - (ELECTRICITY BUZZING) - Oh, look at that.
(LAUGHTER) DARYLL: It's all you, baby.
That's all you! Mickey: Here's my arm.
- MICKEY: Here, here.
- ABBY: Ohh.
- MICKEY: Yeah.
Oh! - ABBY: Oh, look.
- Here it is.
What do you think? - Look, look, look.
- Oh, it looks great.
- Cross your fingers, everybody.
The owner's making an inspection.
(LIGHT LAUGHTER) It feels like Southie.
- Right? - Yeah.
Oh, and, Mickey, you got the pool table.
Yeah.
It's a quality table.
- I'll play you later.
- I'll kick your ass later.
- Oh! - (LAUGHTER) - I'll bet money on Abs.
- You're so tough.
And look.
Daryll, you loaded in all this wine? Well, Ray did most of the work.
But-but I-I helped a little.
- Oh.
- Yeah, Ray did a lot of - lot of things.
- Yeah.
Spent a lot of hours.
- Yeah, I know he did.
- BOTH: Yeah.
(DARK MUSIC) woman over P.
A.
system: Nurse Granda, Marianne Granda, to Oncology Two.
Nurse Granda to Oncology Two.
WOMAN: "A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare.
Bumpety, bumpety, bump! With his daughter behind him" If he wakes up before I get back, would you tell him I'll be back in an hour? woman over P.
A.
system: Nurse Erin to Admitting.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER P.
A.
SYSTEM) Give me a hug.
(SADGIRL'S "LITTLE QUEENIE" PLAYING) Close your eyes, little queenie You'll see me soon Eyes are dreaming Abby, you should make a speech.
The owner should make a speech, don't you think? - BUNCHY: Speech! - DARYLL: Yeah, say a speech! Yeah, say something, Abby.
ALL: Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Okay.
Well, can I get a fuckin' drink or something? Barkeep! Ain't no reason to cry Thanks, Bunchy.
My God, I'm shakin' like a leaf.
Am I doin' it right, Terry? (LAUGHS) Just kidding.
I don't got much to say.
But finally we've got a little piece of Southie here.
And I got you all in one place so I can keep my fuckin' eye on you.
(LAUGHTER) But more importantly, I want you to keep an eye on each other.
(SIGHS) I wasn't born into this family.
But it's the one I chose.
So sláinte.
- Yeah, sláinte.
- TERRY: Sláinte.
Sláinte! - Love you, Abs.
- (ABBY LAUGHS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) So it's about 112 outside.
I finally get to the apartment, you know.
I'm looking for something to eat.
I see a bunch of doughnuts on the table.
I take one, start eatin' it.
- It tastes weird.
- DARYLL: Uh-oh.
Wait-wait a minute, weird how? Tastes tangy but familiar.
BUNCHY: I didn't know it was cocaine in the glove compartment.
I thought it was powdered sugar, you know? I was trying to make, like, uh, you know, - a funnel cake.
- MAN: Yeah.
DARYLL: Well, why would you think sugar was in the glove compartment? BUNCHY: I-I don't know.
- (VOICES FADE) - (FAINT HOOFBEATS) Mickey: It's not funny.
(HOOFBEATS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (HYPERVENTILATING) (RETCHING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROANS) Oh! (DOOR OPENS) Bridget: Oh, my God.
Mom? Mom? Mom? Oh, okay, h-hold on.
Let me call an ambulance for you, okay? Hey hey, I'm calling an ambulance.
- Hold on.
- No.
- It's okay.
Just one second.
- No, Bridge.
No, Mom, no, you need a doctor.
- No more doctors.
- No, you need a doctor, Mom.
- No more doctors.
- Mom, you need a doctor.
- No more doctors.
- Okay, okay.
Hey, what okay, what what can I do? Just get me outside.
- Outside? Okay.
- Outside.
- Okay, hold on.
- Yes, baby.
Okay, I'll take you outside.
Okay, here you go, Mommy.
- Get me outside.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You need a doctor, Mom.
Okay, here, I'll help you.
Here, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
Here, get your feet up, okay? Ready? One, two, three.
(PANTING) You're good.
You're standing.
You okay? (SIGHS) Just take a second.
You're fine.
All right.
Just get some air.
(CLEARS THROAT) Okay, okay.
Okay.
It's okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SPEAKING INAUDIBLY) I got it.
Hey, sweetheart.
Let's go.
Come on.
All right, all right.
Take your mom.
Oh, he's getting you a chair.
Here, I got it.
Thanks, Terry.
Okay, okay.
I'm all right.
Bridge.
Go inside.
Make apologies for me.
Tell everyone I'm a little tired.
All right? Go and be a hostess for a minute.
Mom, I can't do this.
- Then come home.
- I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
- Bridge.
- I Look at me.
You can.
You'll remember what you did for me, and you'll be proud.
- Okay.
- Good girl.
- I'm sorry.
Okay.
- Come on.
(SIGHS) You got a cigarette? That's not fuckin' funny.
It's not a fuckin' joke.
I ain't got a fuckin' cigarette.
- Yes, you do.
- No.
You don't think I seen you sneak 'em? Hand it over.
Oh, fuck, that's good.
(COUGHING) I'm gonna go to fuckin' hell for this.
No.
Saint Peter's gonna give you a hand job for your work this day, Terry Donovan.
(LAUGHS) woman: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now crossing a zone of turbulence.
The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign at this time.
Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened until the sign has been turned off.
Thank you.
(TENSE MUSIC) (RUMBLING) - All right? - Yeah.
- All right? - Yeah.
Comfortable? - All right.
- Oh, thanks, Terry.
I'll get the blanket.
- Good? - Yeah.
Honey I'm just gonna sleep for a couple hours.
All right.
Uh, if you need anything, I'm downstairs.
Terry.
Yeah? Can I get my candy and ginger ale? Sure.
Sure.
(SOMBER MUSIC) (DOOR OPENS) Hi.
Hey.
She's asleep.
I'll be back in a minute.
Okay.
War.
(SLURPS) (SPARSE PIANO MUSIC) Now? Yeah.
What do I do? You wanna help me? Jesus fucking Christ, Terry.
It's a good thing there's not that many.
I, uh I gotta say something.
- Abby.
- I know, honey.
- Sorry.
- It's all right.
Not even one more day? I don't need another day, sweetheart.
Here, I'll take this.
- You tell me when.
- Yeah.
That's good, honey.
(SOMBER MUSIC) Ugh.
Tastes bad.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES) Bergstein: Hello, Mr.
Donovan.
This is Dr.
Bergstein at Sloan.
We've had a patient fall out of our surgical trial, and I'm happy to let you know we can now offer Abby a spot.
Hello, Mr.
Donovan.
This is Dr.
Bergstein at Sloan.
We've had a patient fall out of our surgical trial, and I'm happy to let you know we can now offer Abby a spot.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Abby: Hey, this is Abby Donovan.
Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.
- (LINE BEEPS) - Hey, sweetheart.
I just landed.
Call me back.
I got great news.
(SOMBER MUSIC) ABBY: Thanks, Terry.
Oh, that's good.
Mm.
You gonna be okay, Bridge? - BRIDGET: Yeah.
- ABBY: You promise me? I promise.
You're the strong one.
You are.
You are, Mom.
(SIGHS) Just take a little nap.
Do you hear that? (HOOFBEATS) (GROANS) (LINE TRILLS) - (CELL PHONE RINGING) - MICKEY: Eat something.
Get something in your system.
(RINGING CONTINUES) - Ray? - Hey, Bunch.
You with Abby? I can't get anybody on the fucking phone.
No, no.
She went home.
You know, she was tired.
Hey, but we got the fuckin' sign to work.
- You did? Good.
- Yeah.
How'd it go? Good day? - She happy? - Yeah.
I told her all the stuff you did.
You know, I didn't take all the credit.
Thanks, Bunch.
I got her in.
I got her in the trial.
- You got her in? - Yeah.
That's amazing! (CHUCKLES) Wow, I You guys are in my prayers.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
(SIGHS) - WOMAN: PCH okay? - Your call.
Music? Yeah, sure.
Why not? The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway A rhythm was generating Beautiful night.
It is.
We had rain yesterday.
- That'll do it.
- (WOMAN CHUCKLES SOFTLY) The mirror in the hallway - Your name is Ray? - Yeah.
- My son's name is Ray.
- Yeah? What's he do? He works at a medical marijuana clinic.
I could only get him to do two years at a community college.
Well, you know, keep him busy, right? Look on the bright side, right? All you can do.
Started crashing his head against the locker Started laughing hysterically - When suddenly - (LINE TRILLING) Johnny gets the feeling He's being surrounded by horses - Horses, horses, horses - (CELL PHONE RINGING) Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses Horses, horses, horses, horses Horses, horses dramatic music (DOOR OPENS) (SOBBING) (BRIDGET CRYING) - Dad.
- What happened? (BRIDGET CRYING) Why, sweetheart? (CRYING) No! No! No! No.
(SOBBING) Wh Oh, sweetheart.
Why? Why would you why? (SOBBING) Why? Why would you leave me? (CRYING) Get out.
Get out, Bridge.
- Just get - I'm sorry.
Get the fuck out! Why'd you do it? Why? Why? (CRYING) Why oh (LAUGHS) ALL: And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I swear I will play the wild rover no more And it's no, nay, never - BOTH: No, nay, never be - (BOTH LAUGH) No nay never no more I will play the wild rover no never MICKEY: Hey, Ter.
No, nay, never (DOOR OPENS) (SIGHS) (BRIDGET CRYING) What happened? I had it under control, sweetheart.
Why didn't you just (LAUGHS) Why didn't you just pick up the fucking phone or something? - Why, sweetheart? - I'm sorry.
Why? - Why, Bridge? - I'm sorry! - Hey, hey, hey.
- Why? Let her be.
Let her be.
Let her be.
Cool down, now.
Cool down.
Yes, we're together, twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse It's not her fault.
You weren't here.
(ALL GRUNTING, STRUGGLING) - Stop.
Stop! - (SHOUTING) (GRUNTING) Dad, stop! At that Tower of Babel They knew what they were after They knew what they were after Stop, Dad! I tried to stop it But it was too warm Too unbelievably smooth Like playing in the sea My dad is gonna kill someone! (MAN SCREAMS) A blade, a shiny blade I hold the key to the sea Of possibilities There's no land but the land Looked at my hands And there's a red stream That went streaming Through the sands like fingers Like arteries Fits between Like fingers The eyes of a horse He lay Pressing it against his throat Your eyes He opened his throat His vocal cords started shooting like Of a horse Mad pituitary glands The scream he made And my heart Was so high My heart Pitched that nobody heard No one heard that cry No one heard the butterfly Flapping in his throat Nobody heard He was on that bed It was like a sea of jelly And so he seized the first His vocal cords shot up Possibility Mad pituitary glands It was a black tube He felt himself disintegrate There is nothing happening at all And go inside the black tube So when he looked out into The steep Saw this sweet young thing Fender one Humping on the parking meter Leaning on the parking meter In the sheets There was a man Dancing around To the simple Rock and roll song
Three? Six? What? In that range.
I gotta make it to Christmas.
What do you mean, you gotta make it to Christmas? You know, for the kids.
I wanna stop treatment.
RAY: No, you don't.
You're just tired, that's all.
I know how hard this has been for you.
You don't know.
This this is some Godless fucking bullshit is what this is.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway A rhythm was generating Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway He merged perfectly, the mirror TERRY: I got it from the Rose Bowl Flea Market.
Only 39 bucks.
You like it? I do, honey.
He pushed him against the locker He drove it in, he drove it home He drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head against the locker Started crashing his head against the locker - Come on, hurry up already.
- Just hold it still, Bunch.
(DRILL WHIRS) Ray.
Fuckin' be careful.
There's nobody's holding the ladder.
RAY: Almost done.
All right, you can let it go.
- You sure? - Yeah.
(CELL PHONE RINGS) - RAY: Huh? - BUNCHY: All right.
Hold this for me.
Hello? BUNCHY: Careful.
Yeah, this is she.
(DRILL WHIRS) (BUNCHY AND RAY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY) What does that mean? No, I understand.
Thank you for calling.
I appreciate everything you've done.
Bye.
All right, plug it in! I'm gonna go for a little walk.
Sure.
The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea - BUNCHY: Did you plug it in? - BECKETT: Yeah.
BUNCHY: No, you fuckin' didn't, 'cause it's not on.
Another boy was sliding up the hallway He merged perfectly with the hallway He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run But the movie kept moving as planned The boy took Johnny He pushed him against the locker He drove it in, he drove it home He drove it deep in Johnny The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees Started crashing his head MAN: Yes.
But the patient is here right now.
I do not want her to have to come back a second time.
When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling He's being surrounded by Horses, horses, horses, horses So I, uh (CONTINUES INAUDIBLY) Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses Horses, horses, horses (DOOR OPENS) (SNIFFLES) Place is starting to look good, huh? What? Except for that fucking sign, but we should be able to get that up tomorrow.
You all right? I'm just tired.
Sure.
Close your eyes.
Why? I got something for you.
Surprise.
(SIGHS) I don't want any more surprises.
Just close your fuckin' eyes.
- What is it? - Shh.
It's beautiful.
What am I gonna do with it? What do you mean, what are you gonna do with it? You're gonna wear it tomorrow night for the opening party.
Sweetheart, for one party? (CHUCKLING) One party? No, you wear it tomorrow, Conor's graduation, Bridget's wedding, our 50th fuckin' wedding anniversary, if I live that long.
Thanks, Ray.
(SIGHS) It was very thoughtful.
(SIGHS) (SOMBER MUSIC) (FAUCET RUNS) (SNIFFLES) Ray? (CLEARS THROAT) Ray? - You say something? - (FAUCET SHUTS OFF) We didn't get into the Sloan Kettering trial.
(SNIFFLES) What? Bergstein called.
When? Earlier.
They selected three patients for surgery.
But I'm not one of them.
What do you what do you mean, you're not one of them? They called you? - Yeah, her office did.
- What the fuck? - They're not supposed to - Ray.
I mean, who tells someone they're a perfect fuckin' candidate and then just Yes, but, uh, it was a lottery.
And we didn't get in.
I'm relieved.
That long list of stuff that could happen to me (SIGHS) The blindness and strokes I don't wanna have to worry about that.
I just wanna open the bar.
Everybody's gonna be there.
We'll drink whiskey and sing songs.
And I can say good-bye.
And you'll be by my side, holding my hand.
What are those? Seconal.
I picked it up earlier.
What for? You know what for.
Shouldn't have done that.
What are you doing? Going to New York.
I don't want you to go to New York.
Talk to that doctor, sort this out.
(SIGHS) Ray, remember what we said if the trial didn't work out? That I could control how this ends.
Ray.
You're getting that fuckin' surgery, Abby.
You don't get to tell me what to do with my fuckin' body.
Abs, I know how much pain you're in.
I know how hard this is for you.
But we're gonna beat it.
All right? I promise.
You hear me? And ten years from now, we're gonna be sitting in that fuckin' bar, having a drink, laughing about it.
Understand? Abby.
- Yeah.
- I love you, sweetheart.
I love you too.
All right.
(CELL PHONE RINGING AND BUZZING) Yeah.
You told me you swapped out Abby's number.
(SIGHS) - What? - In the database.
The fuckin' Sloan Kettering thing.
You told me you gave them your number - instead of hers.
- I did.
So why the fuck are they calling her, Lena? Ray, what are you talking about? (SIGHS) She didn't get into the trial.
Oh, fuck, Ray.
I'm so sorry.
- I wanna know who did.
- What do you want me to do? I want the names.
I want the fuckin' addresses.
I want everything.
You understand me, Lena? - Yeah.
- (PHONE BEEPS) (DARK MUSIC) Did you get the tickets? Y-yeah, they're right there.
- What about the trial? - Uh, that took a minute, but I cracked it.
These are copies of all their hospital files, all the medical histories, addresses, and workplaces.
Avi: So what time's the flight? 11:59.
Where's your bag? It's in the car.
Let's go.
You all right? I'm all right.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SIGHS) (LAUGHS, SNIFFLES) (GROANS) You all right? Yeah.
The Santa Ana winds.
Every year, same bullshit with my sinuses.
(SNIFFLES) Kills me.
So your contact, who is she? I can't tell you that.
Just she has access to a lab.
- Where? - Columbia.
You sure she's gonna help us? We go back.
She's not happy about breaking cover, but we go back.
What's she got? Don't worry about it.
What is it, Av? - You sure wanna know? - Yeah, I wanna know.
(SIGHS) Meningitis bacteria.
AVI: What? Will it kill him? No, it won't kill him.
But it will definitely disqualify him from the trial.
(DOOR OPENS) Hey.
Pool table's in.
Jesus, it's hot in here.
Oh, yeah? (SNIFFLES) I can't feel it.
I'm fuckin' freezing.
Ooh.
Come here.
What's going on? Ray threw away my pills.
What pills? My suicide pills.
What? I didn't get into the trial.
Shit.
So he's on a plane to New York, trying to fix things.
Well, that's the right thing to do.
We all want the same thing, honey.
He's just trying to make you better.
Does anyone in this family give a fuck about what I want? My doctor rewrote the prescription.
I need you to pick it up.
Well, let me call Ray.
You two can work this out.
No.
It's better if he's not here.
(SIGHS) That prescription was the only thing keeping me sane.
I need you to pick it up.
Can you do that for me? (SOMBER MUSIC) (HORN BLARING) (SIREN WAILING) Where the fuck are you, Avi? (SIREN BLIPS) (CELL PHONE RINGS) Where the fuck is Avi? I've been here 30 minutes already.
- I know.
- What do you mean, you know? Ray, I gotta tell you something.
What? Avi just called from the Eighth Precinct 'cause he got arrested.
Fuck are you talking about? Arrested for what? For buying heroin.
(SIREN WHOOPING) (INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER) (SIGHS, LAUGHS) I had some this nerve pain from the beatings the Russians gave me.
(SIGHS) And we got the fentanyl from them.
I tried it.
It worked.
And then I needed more and different mixtures and Fuck, Ray.
It just got away from me.
I I mean, what could I do? I was counting on you, Av.
I know.
I I'm really fucking sorry.
Look, uh you bail me out.
Twelve hours.
I can connect and w-work it out.
I don't have 12 hours.
I need that address.
I can't.
I can't.
She's Mossad katsas.
She'll never engage with you.
- She's in deep cover.
- I don't give a fuck what she is.
Please, Ray.
(POUNDS ON TABLE) I want that fuckin' address, Avi.
- ABBY: Does it still fit? - BRIDGET: Yeah.
I mean, we'll pin it if it doesn't, but it's beautiful.
(LAUGHS) I wish I had some fuckin' hair.
(BOTH LAUGH) I like this.
How 'bout a red lip? You got it.
- Is this good? - Yeah.
Okay.
Go like that.
I'm terrible.
You have such pretty skin.
It's your skin.
Click 'em.
(SMACKS LIPS) Let me fix it.
(SNIFFLES) - Beautiful.
- (CHUCKLES) So Dad is in New York, huh? - Yeah.
- Why is he there if you're not gonna do the trial? Your dad's doing what he has to do, sweetheart.
Mom, I understand that you don't wanna do that surgery, but no treatment at all? W-why not? It's like somebody's chasing me.
Like they're trying to shoot me.
But I wanna be the one to shoot first.
I wanna be the one pulling the trigger.
- This stuff too.
- Yes, of-of course.
- (KNOCK AT DOOR) - (CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING) Hello.
I'm a friend of Avi Rudin's.
Who again? Avi.
Oh, are you looking for the gentleman that just moved in down the hall? Yeah, I've met his dog walker but not him.
You were supposed to give Avi something.
(SIGHS) I need it.
I'm sorry, I'm confused.
- I don't have time for this.
- Look, I don't know Please, look, I'm a doctor.
- You have the wrong person.
- Tell me ooh! (BOTH GRUNTING) - RAY: Ah! - TAMAR: Uh! (BOTH GRUNTING) Ah ahh! (GRUNTING) Ohh! Oh! Uh! (GRUNTS) (GRUNTS) (BOTH GRUNTING, STRUGGLING) - TAMAR: Uh! - RAY: Ahh! Ahh! Ah! Where is it? I swear to God, I'll blow your fuckin' brains out.
The refrigerator.
- Sorry.
- Fuck you.
(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC) She looks good, man.
DARYLL: Hey.
BUNCHY: Don't get the door for her or anything, Daryll.
Notice anything? - (ELECTRICITY BUZZING) - Oh, look at that.
(LAUGHTER) DARYLL: It's all you, baby.
That's all you! Mickey: Here's my arm.
- MICKEY: Here, here.
- ABBY: Ohh.
- MICKEY: Yeah.
Oh! - ABBY: Oh, look.
- Here it is.
What do you think? - Look, look, look.
- Oh, it looks great.
- Cross your fingers, everybody.
The owner's making an inspection.
(LIGHT LAUGHTER) It feels like Southie.
- Right? - Yeah.
Oh, and, Mickey, you got the pool table.
Yeah.
It's a quality table.
- I'll play you later.
- I'll kick your ass later.
- Oh! - (LAUGHTER) - I'll bet money on Abs.
- You're so tough.
And look.
Daryll, you loaded in all this wine? Well, Ray did most of the work.
But-but I-I helped a little.
- Oh.
- Yeah, Ray did a lot of - lot of things.
- Yeah.
Spent a lot of hours.
- Yeah, I know he did.
- BOTH: Yeah.
(DARK MUSIC) woman over P.
A.
system: Nurse Granda, Marianne Granda, to Oncology Two.
Nurse Granda to Oncology Two.
WOMAN: "A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare.
Bumpety, bumpety, bump! With his daughter behind him" If he wakes up before I get back, would you tell him I'll be back in an hour? woman over P.
A.
system: Nurse Erin to Admitting.
(INDISTINCT SPEECH OVER P.
A.
SYSTEM) Give me a hug.
(SADGIRL'S "LITTLE QUEENIE" PLAYING) Close your eyes, little queenie You'll see me soon Eyes are dreaming Abby, you should make a speech.
The owner should make a speech, don't you think? - BUNCHY: Speech! - DARYLL: Yeah, say a speech! Yeah, say something, Abby.
ALL: Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Speech! Okay.
Well, can I get a fuckin' drink or something? Barkeep! Ain't no reason to cry Thanks, Bunchy.
My God, I'm shakin' like a leaf.
Am I doin' it right, Terry? (LAUGHS) Just kidding.
I don't got much to say.
But finally we've got a little piece of Southie here.
And I got you all in one place so I can keep my fuckin' eye on you.
(LAUGHTER) But more importantly, I want you to keep an eye on each other.
(SIGHS) I wasn't born into this family.
But it's the one I chose.
So sláinte.
- Yeah, sláinte.
- TERRY: Sláinte.
Sláinte! - Love you, Abs.
- (ABBY LAUGHS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) So it's about 112 outside.
I finally get to the apartment, you know.
I'm looking for something to eat.
I see a bunch of doughnuts on the table.
I take one, start eatin' it.
- It tastes weird.
- DARYLL: Uh-oh.
Wait-wait a minute, weird how? Tastes tangy but familiar.
BUNCHY: I didn't know it was cocaine in the glove compartment.
I thought it was powdered sugar, you know? I was trying to make, like, uh, you know, - a funnel cake.
- MAN: Yeah.
DARYLL: Well, why would you think sugar was in the glove compartment? BUNCHY: I-I don't know.
- (VOICES FADE) - (FAINT HOOFBEATS) Mickey: It's not funny.
(HOOFBEATS) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) (HYPERVENTILATING) (RETCHING) (BREATHING HEAVILY) (GROANS) Oh! (DOOR OPENS) Bridget: Oh, my God.
Mom? Mom? Mom? Oh, okay, h-hold on.
Let me call an ambulance for you, okay? Hey hey, I'm calling an ambulance.
- Hold on.
- No.
- It's okay.
Just one second.
- No, Bridge.
No, Mom, no, you need a doctor.
- No more doctors.
- No, you need a doctor, Mom.
- No more doctors.
- Mom, you need a doctor.
- No more doctors.
- Okay, okay.
Hey, what okay, what what can I do? Just get me outside.
- Outside? Okay.
- Outside.
- Okay, hold on.
- Yes, baby.
Okay, I'll take you outside.
Okay, here you go, Mommy.
- Get me outside.
- It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay.
You need a doctor, Mom.
Okay, here, I'll help you.
Here, come here.
Come here.
Come here.
Here, get your feet up, okay? Ready? One, two, three.
(PANTING) You're good.
You're standing.
You okay? (SIGHS) Just take a second.
You're fine.
All right.
Just get some air.
(CLEARS THROAT) Okay, okay.
Okay.
It's okay.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SPEAKING INAUDIBLY) I got it.
Hey, sweetheart.
Let's go.
Come on.
All right, all right.
Take your mom.
Oh, he's getting you a chair.
Here, I got it.
Thanks, Terry.
Okay, okay.
I'm all right.
Bridge.
Go inside.
Make apologies for me.
Tell everyone I'm a little tired.
All right? Go and be a hostess for a minute.
Mom, I can't do this.
- Then come home.
- I can't do this.
I'm sorry.
- Bridge.
- I Look at me.
You can.
You'll remember what you did for me, and you'll be proud.
- Okay.
- Good girl.
- I'm sorry.
Okay.
- Come on.
(SIGHS) You got a cigarette? That's not fuckin' funny.
It's not a fuckin' joke.
I ain't got a fuckin' cigarette.
- Yes, you do.
- No.
You don't think I seen you sneak 'em? Hand it over.
Oh, fuck, that's good.
(COUGHING) I'm gonna go to fuckin' hell for this.
No.
Saint Peter's gonna give you a hand job for your work this day, Terry Donovan.
(LAUGHS) woman: Ladies and gentlemen, we are now crossing a zone of turbulence.
The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign at this time.
Please return to your seats and keep your seat belts fastened until the sign has been turned off.
Thank you.
(TENSE MUSIC) (RUMBLING) - All right? - Yeah.
- All right? - Yeah.
Comfortable? - All right.
- Oh, thanks, Terry.
I'll get the blanket.
- Good? - Yeah.
Honey I'm just gonna sleep for a couple hours.
All right.
Uh, if you need anything, I'm downstairs.
Terry.
Yeah? Can I get my candy and ginger ale? Sure.
Sure.
(SOMBER MUSIC) (DOOR OPENS) Hi.
Hey.
She's asleep.
I'll be back in a minute.
Okay.
War.
(SLURPS) (SPARSE PIANO MUSIC) Now? Yeah.
What do I do? You wanna help me? Jesus fucking Christ, Terry.
It's a good thing there's not that many.
I, uh I gotta say something.
- Abby.
- I know, honey.
- Sorry.
- It's all right.
Not even one more day? I don't need another day, sweetheart.
Here, I'll take this.
- You tell me when.
- Yeah.
That's good, honey.
(SOMBER MUSIC) Ugh.
Tastes bad.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES) Bergstein: Hello, Mr.
Donovan.
This is Dr.
Bergstein at Sloan.
We've had a patient fall out of our surgical trial, and I'm happy to let you know we can now offer Abby a spot.
Hello, Mr.
Donovan.
This is Dr.
Bergstein at Sloan.
We've had a patient fall out of our surgical trial, and I'm happy to let you know we can now offer Abby a spot.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY) Abby: Hey, this is Abby Donovan.
Leave your name and number, and I'll get back to you.
- (LINE BEEPS) - Hey, sweetheart.
I just landed.
Call me back.
I got great news.
(SOMBER MUSIC) ABBY: Thanks, Terry.
Oh, that's good.
Mm.
You gonna be okay, Bridge? - BRIDGET: Yeah.
- ABBY: You promise me? I promise.
You're the strong one.
You are.
You are, Mom.
(SIGHS) Just take a little nap.
Do you hear that? (HOOFBEATS) (GROANS) (LINE TRILLS) - (CELL PHONE RINGING) - MICKEY: Eat something.
Get something in your system.
(RINGING CONTINUES) - Ray? - Hey, Bunch.
You with Abby? I can't get anybody on the fucking phone.
No, no.
She went home.
You know, she was tired.
Hey, but we got the fuckin' sign to work.
- You did? Good.
- Yeah.
How'd it go? Good day? - She happy? - Yeah.
I told her all the stuff you did.
You know, I didn't take all the credit.
Thanks, Bunch.
I got her in.
I got her in the trial.
- You got her in? - Yeah.
That's amazing! (CHUCKLES) Wow, I You guys are in my prayers.
All right, I'll talk to you later.
(SIGHS) - WOMAN: PCH okay? - Your call.
Music? Yeah, sure.
Why not? The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea From the other end of the hallway A rhythm was generating Beautiful night.
It is.
We had rain yesterday.
- That'll do it.
- (WOMAN CHUCKLES SOFTLY) The mirror in the hallway - Your name is Ray? - Yeah.
- My son's name is Ray.
- Yeah? What's he do? He works at a medical marijuana clinic.
I could only get him to do two years at a community college.
Well, you know, keep him busy, right? Look on the bright side, right? All you can do.
Started crashing his head against the locker Started laughing hysterically - When suddenly - (LINE TRILLING) Johnny gets the feeling He's being surrounded by horses - Horses, horses, horses - (CELL PHONE RINGING) Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses Coming in in all directions White shining silver studs With their nose in flames He saw horses, horses, horses, horses Horses, horses, horses, horses Horses, horses dramatic music (DOOR OPENS) (SOBBING) (BRIDGET CRYING) - Dad.
- What happened? (BRIDGET CRYING) Why, sweetheart? (CRYING) No! No! No! No.
(SOBBING) Wh Oh, sweetheart.
Why? Why would you why? (SOBBING) Why? Why would you leave me? (CRYING) Get out.
Get out, Bridge.
- Just get - I'm sorry.
Get the fuck out! Why'd you do it? Why? Why? (CRYING) Why oh (LAUGHS) ALL: And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer But now I'm returning with gold in great store And I swear I will play the wild rover no more And it's no, nay, never - BOTH: No, nay, never be - (BOTH LAUGH) No nay never no more I will play the wild rover no never MICKEY: Hey, Ter.
No, nay, never (DOOR OPENS) (SIGHS) (BRIDGET CRYING) What happened? I had it under control, sweetheart.
Why didn't you just (LAUGHS) Why didn't you just pick up the fucking phone or something? - Why, sweetheart? - I'm sorry.
Why? - Why, Bridge? - I'm sorry! - Hey, hey, hey.
- Why? Let her be.
Let her be.
Let her be.
Cool down, now.
Cool down.
Yes, we're together, twining Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse It's not her fault.
You weren't here.
(ALL GRUNTING, STRUGGLING) - Stop.
Stop! - (SHOUTING) (GRUNTING) Dad, stop! At that Tower of Babel They knew what they were after They knew what they were after Stop, Dad! I tried to stop it But it was too warm Too unbelievably smooth Like playing in the sea My dad is gonna kill someone! (MAN SCREAMS) A blade, a shiny blade I hold the key to the sea Of possibilities There's no land but the land Looked at my hands And there's a red stream That went streaming Through the sands like fingers Like arteries Fits between Like fingers The eyes of a horse He lay Pressing it against his throat Your eyes He opened his throat His vocal cords started shooting like Of a horse Mad pituitary glands The scream he made And my heart Was so high My heart Pitched that nobody heard No one heard that cry No one heard the butterfly Flapping in his throat Nobody heard He was on that bed It was like a sea of jelly And so he seized the first His vocal cords shot up Possibility Mad pituitary glands It was a black tube He felt himself disintegrate There is nothing happening at all And go inside the black tube So when he looked out into The steep Saw this sweet young thing Fender one Humping on the parking meter Leaning on the parking meter In the sheets There was a man Dancing around To the simple Rock and roll song