Ray Donovan s06e07 Episode Script

The 1–3–2

1 [HAUNTING MUSIC] [RAY] Previously on Ray Donovan You keep it on [BABY CRYING] Feratti wants to see you.
Don't do it! Keep your hands where I can see 'em! Had an idea.
Hey, stop it! Get off of her! Don't you fucking do this! Are you fucking kidding me [CHOKES] [DANNY] How you doing, Ray? - [RAY] Danny.
- [RAD] Hey, Ray.
[RAY GRUNTS] [MARK LANEGAN'S "WHEN YOUR NUMBER ISN'T UP" PLAYING] Did you call for the night porter You smell the blood running warm I stay close to this frozen border So close I can hit it with a stone Now something crawls right up my spine That I always got To follow Turn out the lights Don't see me drawn And hollow Just blood running warm No one needs to tell you That there's no use for you here anymore And where are your friends They've gone away It's a different world They left you to this To janitor The emptiness So let's get it on Did they call for the night porter And smell the blood, blood running warm Well I've been waiting at this frozen border So close you could hit it with a stone Ter.
The fuck you doing? [TERRY] Mick and Ma so they used to come back from Florene's, drunk and singing and dancing to Gladys Knight.
And you and Ray you were asleep, and I used to crawl out of bed, and I used to watch.
- Florene? - Yeah.
Yeah, you remember, Florene.
Yeah.
- Talking - [LAUGHS] Anyway, Ma, she always used to close the night with a Boston Slammer, 'cause she said it helped to settle her belly.
You gotta lick that.
I know how to do it.
[LAUGHS] [LAUGHS] She was a tough lady.
Ah.
Sweet.
She was a good mother.
No, she was a f she was a fucking great mother.
In every Beat of my heart A beat's for you And every Toast of wine Every Beat of My Heart.
Hm.
[BUNCHY] She used to be in the kitchen, singing it over and over and over again.
Sláinte.
Sláinte.
[EXHALES HEAVILY] I want to see her, you know? [BUNCHY] Talk to her.
Yeah, yeah, me too, Bunch.
Every day.
I'm gonna turn myself in.
To the cops? Am I supposed to do? Be on the fucking lam? No, you just you just stay here with me.
[SCOFFS] And hide in a closet? I don't know, Bunch, but you don't want any part of prison.
Morning.
[RAD] So Ray, the boys talked it over last night after all the fucking drama about the situation here.
Yeah? [RAD] And Danny was saying that you didn't know what you were doing, that had you known, you would never have gotten involved with Novak.
Known what? Well, our interests are in opposition.
Oh, yeah.
Well, now we know.
[RAD] Right.
Well, maybe last night should've been more of a conversation.
Sure.
Well, the short of it: stop pulling that shit in the mayor's race.
[RAD] Help us fix what you broke.
What shit? The town hall stunt with Cesar Martinez, the bullshit attack in Central Park.
I don't know what you're talking about.
[RAD] And going after Feratti at the Athletic Club, threatening to kill him.
I suppose that wasn't you, either, huh? I gotta be honest with you, Ray.
This isn't how I was hoping this conversation would go.
Oh? What were you hoping for, Rad? Come on, Ray.
Help me help you.
[RAD] Cesar Martinez.
[RAD] The fucking bullshit rapist in Central Park.
Now, how do we put that back in the bag? I don't know.
You don't know, huh? [ELECTRICITY CRACKLING] [UNEASY MUSIC] [PAINED SHUDDERING GROANS] [ELECTRICITY STOPS] [GASPS] That refresh your memory? Fuck you.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING] [LIGHT POP MUSIC OVER SPEAKERS] I need a, uh a one-way on the 8:30 to Buffalo.
8:30's sold out.
When's the next one? Overnighter.
Departs at 10:00 p.
m.
I better grab that one.
How much? Sixty-six dollars.
I need to see some ID.
Here's, uh here's a $20, there's $50, there's $70.
Here.
Here's my ID.
Here.
Have a good day, Father.
Yeah.
God bless you, then.
When I say 7:00 a.
m.
, I expect 7:00 a.
m.
There's a consensus amongst my colleagues that the best course of action is to arrest you very publicly, then watch the cockroaches scatter.
I need more time.
And I need Feratti admitting his role in the organization, and I need it on tape.
Give me a few more days.
You, of all people, should know how many cops are in Feratti's pocket.
[CELL PHONE RINGS] Yeah? Hey.
Your boy's in the basement.
- What? - [DANNY] Ray.
We picked him up last night.
Rad nearly killed him.
What are you talking about? [DANNY] That motherfucker's been on Novak's campaign this whole time.
- Did you know about that? - No.
[DANNY] Yeah, well, you need to come in.
Our friends at the 1-3-2? I gotta go.
Mac.
Next time, it's the evidence, or I'm reading you your rights.
You think Maria will forgive me? Yeah.
You forgave Mick.
Let's go to Boston.
What? See Ma, Bridget, and you can spend one last day with your brother.
[TERRY] Prison ain't going nowhere.
All right.
All right.
I washed the shit out of my hair.
Cleaned up.
Come on.
Terry Dono-vizzle.
What's up, my nizzle? What the fuck are you doing here? [SIGHS] You know my guy? - Oh, Jay White? - Yeah, uh, he flew to Malibu last night uh, rehab so they shut production down for a month.
Ah, fucking pussy.
[DARYLL] Yeah, he is.
Well, anyways, turns out that PTSD and cocaine do not mix.
So, you know, I figured in the meantime, I'd come here, work out, keep my shit tight.
Yeah, all right.
It's all yours, D.
[DARYLL] Hey, wa whoa, Terry.
I mean, you got some time to take me through a few rounds? No, I'm just leaving.
- But where are you going? - [TERRY] Home.
Wait, S-Southie, home? Yeah.
N I'm I'd love to go.
Yeah.
Yeah, we can bus you in.
Okay.
[CLATTERING AT DOOR] Jesus.
- Drink it.
- [SIGHS] Come on.
You look horrible.
What are you doing, Mac? Told you.
I fucking told you.
I fucking told you to get out of town.
Didn't I? Why are you here? [MAC] You have to work with us.
Tell Rad everything you know, figure out a way to get Ed Feratti back in the lead.
And if I don't? Be smart here.
Rad, Danny these guys [DISQUIETING MUSIC] Think of your kids.
Go fuck yourself.
I'm trying to save your life.
[MAC] You understand that? Unbelievable.
Fucking unbelievable.
[RAD] What'd he say? [MAC] I talked some sense into him.
Ray understands.
He'll work for us.
[RAD] I got orders to keep him.
[MAC] Well, let me talk to Feratti.
[RAD] He was clear.
Ray can change the game.
He can win this election for us.
No.
[MAC] Look what he did with Novak.
Okay, we don't make a move, Feratti's gonna lose.
And what if you're wrong? I'll take Ray out.
But if I'm right, if Ray delivers, I deserve a seat at this table.
- With Feratti? - No, Eli fucking Manning.
I'll call, ask, tell the big man what you promised.
[MAC] Good.
You know, Bunch, I just want to say I'm sorry about your kid.
Her name's Maria.
Well, I'm sorry about Maria.
Told you to throw that gun in the fucking river.
What? This is your fault.
Well, how's this my fault? You shot Frank Barnes.
Yeah, and you kidnapped my movie star! Yeah, and you put Pop in jail.
Ray made me do it.
You always do everything Ray tells you to? Do you? Fuck you.
You shouldn't even be on this trip.
I paid for these tickets! Yeah, with the money you got from screwing Mickey over.
Enough.
You know what? B-Bunchy, you got something to say to me? Yeah.
You're a shit singer.
[LAUGHS] Terry, you hear this guy? Girl, it's the first thing in the morning And I'm thinking about your sweet thing Okay, don't do it to yourself.
And it's got me feeling high [DARYLL] You're embarrassing yourself, - and won't you stop - All right, drink up.
We're gonna be late.
High Fucking asshole.
That one went platinum.
Here.
You know, I vouched for you back there.
Put myself on the line.
Come on, Ray.
They would've let you rot, or even killed you.
What'd you tell them? That you'd fuck Novak's campaign.
Come on, Ray.
God damn it, Ray.
Where you going? You don't have a choice.
They're gonna hold me responsible, okay? Punish me, my family.
I fucking vouched for you! Ray! [DESOLATE MUSIC] How about those other games? Manhunt.
You, one versus, like, 10 to 1200 She wants to be by the shore.
She likes the water.
[PHONE RINGS] [SOMBER MUSIC ON SPEAKERS] Where the hell have you been? I need you to bring me a gun.
Pier 44, Red Hook.
[HANGS UP] Jesus.
[UNEASY MUSIC] [EASY LISTENING MUSIC OVER SPEAKERS] I'd say it takes about 20 years off, if that's what you're going for.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm an old fucker, huh? But I still got a right hand like a fucking hammer.
Boom.
That happens from down here, you know.
That moves first, and then you [GRUNTS] Very butch.
Can I try on those glasses? Sure.
Just wanna see, you know? Ooh, tasty.
Tasty.
How much, uh how much for the entire wardrobe? Y-your whole thing, just as it as it is.
- This whole thing? - Yeah.
- $500? - Nah.
$800? How about $1,000 and a date? I'm sorry, kid.
I don't swing that way no more.
But you used to.
When you're in a tight spot, you get creative.
But I never got fucked in the ass, or vice versa.
$1,500.
Does that include the chain? Sure.
Deal.
[SHIP HORN BLARES] Hey.
Where's the gun? What's going on? They arrested me last night.
Kept me in Staten Island.
- Why? - They know everything.
Want me to work for Feratti.
All right, so what do you want to do? I gotta go get Bridget.
They're outside her apartment.
- You can't do that.
- Why not? Because they know who you are.
So? So what, you're gonna shoot 'em? Let me go.
No.
Ray, they don't know what I look like.
[LENA] Come on.
I'll be fast, I promise.
All right.
Take her to my place and sit with her.
[RAY] Lena.
Thanks.
Yeah.
[CELL PHONE RINGS] Yeah? [EMERSON] Mr.
Donovan.
We need to talk about your friend Mac.
Who is this? [SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC] Patrolman responding to a possible explosion on the corner of Van Brunt and King.
Hi.
I-I think a car blew up over there.
[KNOCKING] Why do I get the feeling you had something to do with that explosion? Because I just blew up a car.
Where's your boyfriend? You want to explain what the fuck is going on? Yeah.
Will you text him? Tell him not to come back here.
Put this on.
Bridge, I know.
I'm sorry, but I just I need you to do this.
[SIGHS] You know it's fucking ridiculous, right? I do, yes.
[SIGHS] [SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE] [FIRETRUCK HORNS HONKING] [EMERSON] The famed Hollywood fixer.
[RAY] What do you want? Your friend Mac? He's caught between a rock and a hard place.
So? It's not my problem.
No, but Michael Radulovic, Daniel Bianchi, Judge R.
Gregory Scholl, Mayor Ed Feratti they are your problem.
Mine and yours, Mr.
Donovan.
You see, this whole dance it's over a private prison built on 70 acres of wasteland in Staten Island.
Arthur Kill houses roughly 4,000 inmates.
You know how much those bodies made Feratti in kickbacks last year? Four, five million, at least.
Probably more.
What's your point? I want Feratti as badly as you do, but I can't get him without my informant.
What's that got to do with me? I want you to do what they asked you to do.
Fire a shot at Anita Novak.
That way, you and your family will be safe, and Mac will avoid serious time in Attica.
I do that, Feratti wins the election.
That may be the battle, but not the war.
I'll arrest him eventually, and Arthur Kill will go for auction.
Sam Winslow will be a happy woman.
You know, I was sitting in O'Donoghue's long before Sergeant McGrath hauled you into the 132nd.
Yeah, I saw that, Ray.
Saw a few other things, too.
Like what? Fetu Autufuga ring a bell? [MELANCHOLY MUSIC] I'd appreciate your help, in exchange for mine.
[EERIE RINGING MUSIC] [HELICOPTER BLADES CHOPPING] [MAC] Yeah? Meet me at Stuyvesant Square.
[PHONE BEEPS] Where the hell have you been? Out looking for a job.
[BRIDGET] You need to leave the apartment.
- Huh? - [BRIDGET] I'll explain later.
Just, you need to leave.
[KNOCKING] Oh, hold on.
There's somebody at the door.
- Who? - [SMITTY] I don't know.
- I should answer it.
- [KNOCKING] - It's probably, like, a - [BRIDGET] No, don't! No, could be, like, a cop, or a firefighter.
[BRIDGET] No, Smitty Uh, yeah? I'm looking for Bridget.
- Who is it? - [SMITTY] I don't know, it's some old dude.
Looks like the guy from Boogie Nights.
[BRIDGET] Mark Wahlberg? No, uh, you know, the Burt Reynolds guy, except he's a little taller.
Hey.
W-what do you want? I'm Bridget's grandfather.
Oh, shit.
What? It's your grandfather.
What the fuck? Why is Mickey there? Is that her? Let me speak to her.
He wants to talk to you.
[BRIDGET] No, Smitty, he is a fucking fugitive.
She says that now is is not really a good time.
Give me the phone, son.
Good boy.
Hey, sweet pea.
- [MICKEY] How you doing? - What do you want? I'm gonna be leaving, Bridge.
I don't know when, if ever, I'm gonna see you again.
Put Smitty back on the phone.
I just want you to know I love you.
[BRIDGET] Put him back on the phone.
Here.
Hey.
Hey.
Get him out of there, go to a coffee shop, and call me when you get there.
All right.
Hey, I gotta go.
Uh You her boyfriend? I'm her fiancé.
Wow.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks.
Tell her I'm sorry I wasn't a better grandfather.
[DESOLATE MUSIC] [DOOR CLOSES] How long you been wearing a wire? Had a little talk with Emerson on the piers today.
I didn't know who to turn to, Ray.
I didn't know who to trust.
I need you to believe me.
I wanted to tell you.
A hundred fucking times, I wanted to tell you.
I just was so fucking spun.
There's a guy named Will Evans paroled out of Rikers yesterday.
330 Water Street.
I want you to pick him up and hold him for possession.
Why? You want me to take down Anita Novak - or not? - Yeah.
Thank you, Ray.
You know what happens to cops in Attica, Ray? What would happen to Jimmy and Amber? I did what I had to do, Ray.
I did it for my family.
Christ, you think I wanted to put you in this position? Well, you did.
Ray.
[MOURNFUL COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS] [SIGHS] [MAN] On my way.
Here you go.
[BELLS JINGLE] [DARYLL] Oh, shit.
Okay, Bunch man, where to first? Yo, how about we go to Fenway, go check out the Green Monster? Dodgers fans don't get to go to Fenway.
So what you saying? Saying that hat's fucking ugly.
I thought it was the Yankees you guys hated.
It's Boston.
It's the Sox or nothing.
Yeah, well, I'm a Dodger fan, man.
I ain't take my hat off for nobody.
Yeah? Your funeral.
But seriously, where are we going? See Ma and Bridge.
Terry, is he gonna be all right? He wants to turn himself in.
What? He can't see it any other way.
I mean, that's freaking crazy, Terry.
So I don't know.
What are we gonna do? Been trying to figure that out, D.
What do I say? I don't know.
Hey, Ma.
Hey, Bridge.
You know, I always think about the fingernails.
What? They keep on growing after you die.
You hear that? The toenails, too.
You know, Ma was always there for you, and she did the best she could.
Now can we go and get a drink? Kelly's? Sure.
I miss you, Ma.
I love you.
I love you, Bridge.
[DESOLATE MUSIC] [KNOCKING] Oh, shit.
Come on in.
Look, Ray.
I don't know what you're up to, but I didn't [RAY] This is Robbi.
She's the executive producer of Nightly Nation.
Nice to meet you, Justine.
What the fuck is going on? Can you give us a minute? Sit down.
[SIGHS] You're gonna be the lead guest on Robbi's show.
I want you to tell Billy Till that a man you never met before hired you to stage the Central Park attack.
You're gonna tell him it was a fake.
Why the fuck would I do that? Because your brother just got arrested again.
[JUSTINE] What? No, I I was just with Will this morning.
He I can get him out.
You had my brother arrested.
Does Lena know about this? Don't mention Lena's name, or mine.
Are we clear? You're a fucking asshole.
Good.
I don't see my kid, neither.
Yeah? Fucking heartache of my life.
[ROCK MUSIC OVER SPEAKERS] What happened? Screwed this barfly, Pamela, in my marital bed.
Stupid me.
[LAUGHS] Wife came home, caught us 69ing.
That was before the accident.
Next day, she took the kids to her mother's in Allentown, never came back.
If I could do it over, you know what I should've done? Taken Pamela to a Motel 6.
[LAUGHS] Yeah, you oughta tell your brother to take off that hat.
I already fucking told him.
So where's he been? Fuck if I know.
Well, how you stay with a guy like that? Well, first off, he's the father of my kid.
Second off, uh, he loves me.
Yeah, but do you love him? Enough.
And what would Abby say? [LAUGHS] Abby was a good aunt.
She would just've given me a box of really fucking nice hand-me-downs, tell me to keep a bank account that Mike knows nothing about.
Yeah, that's Abby.
Let me get you another shot.
[BILLY] Now, folks, just when you thought that politics couldn't get any dirtier, they just do.
Anita Novak, a candidate too good to be true, a real-life hero who saves a woman from being raped in Central Park.
In the wake of that story, she then takes a lead in every poll.
Just one thing: Anita Novak is no savior.
With me in studio: the victim of that attack, Ms.
, uh, Justine Evans.
- Oh, shit.
- What? [JUSTINE] Thank you for having me.
[BILLY] So, tell us what happened in the park.
How'd you get involved in the Novak campaign? [JUSTINE] A stranger approached me.
How? Well, the way clients usually do, with a phone call.
I was asked to to do something, to fake something.
To fake what? [JUSTINE] An attempted rape.
[BILLY] Why? [JUSTINE] So Anita Novak could save me.
[BILLY] How much were you paid? $50,000.
[BILLY] $50,000? As in 5-0? And this and this ruse put over on the public it was devised and planned by the Novak campaign? - [JUSTINE] I don't know.
- [BILLY] You don't? Can you tell us who paid you? [JUSTINE] No, I never met him.
I never saw him.
He didn't give me his name.
An envelope of money just showed up in my mailbox.
Oh, so so this was not the same man who a who pretended to attack you in the park.
[JUSTINE] No.
[BILLY] Folks, I get it.
It's a dirty, dirty business.
But paying an escort to stage a rape so that your candidate can appear the hero well, who comes up with a scheme like that? So far, no comment from the Novak campaign.
How's it going, Lou? [LOU] All right, Rad.
How 'bout yourself? Two more whiskeys here.
Hey.
You did good today.
Yeah.
And that thing we discussed? What, you meeting with Feratti? - Yeah.
- Yeah, not yet.
Ray did what we asked.
I mean, look at the news.
Novak's finished.
Feratti says it's not enough.
What? Well, he wants the hooker to name Sam Winslow as the person who paid her.
Why does that matter? Feratti's gonna win this election.
Sure.
He's got a vendetta, I guess.
Against a fucking billionaire? That is way above our pay grade, my friend.
Can you get Ray to do it? [FOREBODING MUSIC] Incriminate Winslow? Mm-hmm.
I'll ask.
And Mac, let me be clear.
This is not a request.
It's an order.
Understood.
Good.
We'll see if I can get you that sit-down with Feratti, huh? Go Yankees.
You take care, Lou.
[LOU] See you, Rad.
[MACHINE CLANKS] In every That's her favorite song.
Beat of my heart Mary? Yeah.
There's a beat for you Um Terry, I just want to say, man, I'm really sorry.
About what? Every It was all that shit with my mom and Mickey Oh, get out of here.
All that crap had nothing to do with you.
There's a toast for you I really appreciate you, Terry.
Well, it didn't.
Yo, get me a Boggs here.
Hey.
[WHISTLES] [DRUNK] Sweetheart, I'm talking to you.
In a minute.
No, how about not in a fucking minute? How about now? Hey, the lady said in a minute.
[DRUNK] Yo, who the fuck is this guy? [DRUNK] Yo, guy, who the fuck are you supposed to be, some kind of, uh, Bilbo fucking Baggins? [LAUGHTER] Is he a middleweight? No.
Hey, my man, come on.
Don't be that dude.
She's getting your drink.
Yo, when do you think and look, I'm just being, uh, you know, historically fucking speaking here.
When do you think they started letting LA faggots into our bar? Come on, Terry.
Let's move down.
[DRUNK] Come on, brother.
I'm fucking with you.
Sit down, bro.
[DRUNK LAUGHS] Yo, there's nothing worse than a black man acting like a fucking LA faggot, am I right? Hey, fuck you.
Oh, and a happy fucking Hobbit Day to you too, huh? Yo, my man, that's my brother you're talking to.
Holy shit.
You two are brothers? [DARYLL] Yes, we are, and you better shut your mouth.
- Shut my mouth? - Yeah.
And what is this, fucking grade school? - Do whatever you want.
- Those are my brothers, too.
Yo, get the fuck we got the whole goddamn Village People up in here, huh? [LAUGHS] Yo, ginger, look, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this brother is a fucking nig Oh! my conversation You're my Inspiration And everything I do [PA SYSTEM] Attention, please.
Now boarding on track three, both east and west gates, the New Jersey Transit 1:00 a.
m.
North Jersey Coast Line en route to Long Branch, making stops at Secaucus, Newark Penn Station, Newark Airport, Elizabeth, Linden, Rahway, Woodbridge, Perth Amboy South Amboy, Aberdeen-Matawan [UNEASY MUSIC] Whoa.
- Are you okay? - Why, you What the fuck? [COP] Hey, get over here! Hey, stop! Hey! [COP] Stop! [PEOPLE YELLING] Jeez! I bet those guys are gonna call the cops.
Yeah, well, they ain't got use of their mouths no more.
[LAUGHS] Yeah, or their hands.
Hey, we should go to Fenway.
Yeah, yeah, I could use - a hot dog.
- A hot dog? - [DARYLL] You're you're not hungry? - [TERRY] No, no, no.
In Fenway, they got these these sausages with these onions and pep [TERRY] Bunch! [DARYLL] Bunchy, where you going, man? Where's Bridge? Justine called me.
Her brother's out.
Was it worth it? Anita's finished, and Sam's gonna come after you.
I'll figure it out.
Yeah, well, I hope you're right.
What'd you do this time? [SIGHS] It's over.
- Can Smitty go home? - [RAY] Yeah.
And can I go home? Sure.
I'll give you a ride.
No, no thank you.
How many miles between us is it gonna take, Dad? What do you mean? How far do I have to go to get away from all of this? [MINOR WARBLING MUSIC] I'm sorry, sweetheart.
You always are.
You and your father.
You fucked me.
You fucked me so bad.
In the sacristy, in the reconciliation room in Father O'Connor's private quarters in his car and the bedroom that I grew up in.
You keep on fucking me over and over and over and over again.
Show me one fucking thing, something.
I deserve it.
I deserve it, don't I? You show me right the fuck now! Right.
I fucking hate you.
I fucking hate you so fucking much.
[CRYING] Hey, Bunch, you all right, man? - How do I get to the FBI? - Oh, w-w-w-w-whoa.
Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me.
You're not gonna turn yourself in, okay? What do I got, Daryll? I got no wife.
I got no kid.
I'm a fucking felon.
I don't know.
We'll figure something out, man, but you're not gonna turn yourself in, okay? Bunch.
[DARYLL] What's the matter with you? [UNEASY MUSIC] Holy shit.
[DARYLL] What? [DARYLL] What's wrong? What? [ENGINE TURNS OVER] Bunchy [DARYLL] Hey! Whoa! [DARYLL] Bunchy! [PHONE RINGING] [CELL PHONE RINGING] [RAY] Leave a message.
Yeah, Ray.
It's me again.
Call me back.
[UNEASY MUSIC] [GRUNTS] Who the fuck are you? Ooh! In Every Beat of my heart There's a beat For you In every Toast of wine There's a toast For you In all my Conversation You're my Inspiration And everything I do I do for you Although we're So far apart My love Is true True, true In every