05x10 - Bob the Builder

Episode transcripts for the 2013 TV show "Ray Donovan". Aired: June 30,2013 - February 2020.*
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Ray Donovan works for the powerful law firm Goldman & Drexler, representing the rich and famous. Donavon is a professional "fixer" for the rich and famous in LA, who can make anyone's problems disappear except those created by his own family.
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05x10 - Bob the Builder

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[Ray] Previously
on Ray Donovan...

People as sad as us
shouldn't live so high up.

That surgery was brutal,
wasn't it?

- I never got the surgery.
- You're in remission.

- Yeah.
- So it worked.

You can't blame Bridget
no more.

When Abby d*ed, it was me
that gave her the dr*gs.

I was in the room
helpin' her do it.

[thud]

So here's the deal:
My movie

will be made as Four Leaf,

or those security tapes
get leaked.

- [Mickey] You understand me?
- [Jackson] I wanna believe

what you're telling me,
Jay--that Mickey

and Daryll Donovan
turned this into a m*rder,

and then they blackmailed you--
I wanna believe that.

- What is these?
- One of these'll

turn a grass snake
into an anaconda.

Two tears in a bucket,
motherfuck it.

[women giggling, whooping]

♪ edgy music ♪

♪♪♪

[Natalie] Do you wanna come in?

[Terry] No, I'm all right.

Will you give him
these?

He'll understand.

You want your money back.
You don't wanna ID me.

You gonna f*ckin' help me?

♪ edgy music ♪

Hey! f*ck my wife too,
bitch?

- [g*nsh*t]
- [Acid Man] That's right!

- [g*nsh*t]
- Ooh!

- What the f*ck happened to you?
- I got sh*t.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

No hospitals--They're
gonna ask questions, Terry.

He wants $2 million
and your husband's Oscar.

She's gonna wanna see
exactly what you got.

She knows what I got.

♪ edgy music ♪

You give this to Tom
with this message.

Find the thing
you love the most...

and let it k*ll you.

No money, no Oscar,
no clothes.

[Sam] Tell me again.
It was an electrical cord

in a motel room.

- su1c1de?
- Maybe.

[siren wailing]

[police radio chatter]

Natalie?

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[voices muffled, echoing]

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[Natalie] Aah!
No!

[both grunting]

Aah! Ah--

[strained] He-elp...

Uhh...uhh!

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

[Martinez]
Mr. Donovan?

You ready to go downtown?

You can ride with me
if you like.

I'll drive myself.

[Martinez]
That wasn't a question.

I'll have an officer
bring you back after.

[low background chatter]

[camera lens clicks]

- [sighs]
- [lens clicks]

[camera lens clicks]

The Studio.

[scoffs]
Go f*ck yourself.

You don't want this
exposure.

Go ahead and release it.
Natalie's dead.

We'll see
who comes out on top.

Tom Minor.

What about Tom?

He didn't k*ll himself.

Oh, I think he most
certainly did.

Sam...I know who did it.

And I know how much
you paid them.

♪ edgy music ♪

♪♪♪

The Studio
and the Network.

I want News.

Fine. Take it.

I want all of New York.

♪♪♪

Pie! We're here!

[Terry] Pie!

♪ tense music ♪

- [Pie] What happened?
- [Terry] Just give me

- a f*ckin' hand, will ya?
- [Bunchy moans] Ohh...ohh...

♪♪♪

[phone rings]

[exhales]
Yeah?

Ray, I am so sorry.

We're all heartbroken here.

It's just...senseless.
Such a tragedy.

[Sam]
Are you with the police?

[inhales, exhales]
Yeah.

Have they questioned you
officially?

No.

[Sam] All right, listen,
when they do,

do not mention
Doug Landry.

What?

Don't mention Doug

or his relationship
with Natalie.

Is that clear?

[Sam]
Ray.

[Bunchy breathing hard]

[exhales, panting]

Can you fix it?

I can stop the bleedin',

but the b*llet...

[groans, whimpers] Ohh...

He's gonna need
a real doctor.

[Bunchy] No, no, no, no.

No doctors...

and no cops.

[groans]

What about Raymond?

Just stop the f*ckin'
bleedin', Pie.

[Bunchy wheezes, moans]

[inhales, exhales]

[moans] Ohh...

[Bunchy breathing hard]

[Martinez]
So suspect Robert Heard

gained entry
into 807 Sunset Towers,

that being your apartment,
correct?

Yeah.

And Natalie James
was your guest there,

invited in
with your permission.

Mr. Donovan?

[inhales]
Yeah.

- [exhales]
- Miss James was your guest?

Yeah. She was.

And what was the nature

of your relationship
with Miss James?

Um...she was my client.

Do clients often stay
in your apartment?

She was pregnant.

I'm sorry?

Natalie. She was...

pregnant.

With Mr. Heard's child?

No.

♪ somber music ♪

With yours?

♪♪♪

Doug Landry.

- Who?
- [inhales]

[heavy sigh]

He's, um...

the president
of Pacific Pictures.

He's the father.

♪♪♪

[door slams]

♪♪♪

♪ somber music continues ♪

♪♪♪

[low chatter]

[Dr. Bergstein]
With this surgical trial,

it puts Sloan Kettering
at the forefront

of neural oncology.

Our results
speak for themselves.

Patient number two.

Emily C.,
hours before her operation.

- Pictured here...
- [crowd murmurs]

Three months post-op,

in full remission,

and expected to make
a complete recovery.

[line ringing]

[phone chimes]

Bunch?

Ray, it's me.

Listen, Bunchy got sh*t.

- What?
- He got sh*t in the shoulder.

There was some sh*t
with a couple a guys.

He said they stole
his settlement money.

- What are you talkin' about?
- He needs a doctor,

but he won't go to the hospital.

He's afraid of the cops.

Ray.

220 West Avenue 26th.
I'll meet you there.

Mornin', Pop.

I got you some eggs,

but they're probably
cold by now.

[Daryll] I'm starvin'.

You wore yourself out,
huh?

- What?
- See, that's the difference

between young d*ck
and old d*ck.

Young d*ck is resilient.

Resilience is not my problem.

It's the pills that f*ckin'
hooker Linda gave me.

This thing's been up...

- been up all night.
- Pop!

Everyone knows
you ain't supposed to

take that sh*t they sell
at the gas station.

- What sh*t?
- That fake Viagra.

The sh*t like Cock Maverick
and Deep 9.

Yeah. What was I
f*ckin' thinkin'?

Linda told me it was called
Triceratops 5.

It's the same thing, man.

Th-th-they got one called
The Up Lifter.

Yeah. They got
a lotta f*ckin' ones.

- The Shape Shifter.
- Ten Inch Experience.

- The Elephant g*n.
- Magical Johnson.

Bob the Builder.

[both laughing]

Oh, Jesus f*ck.

It hurts.

Go jerk off.

I tried every f*cking thing.

It's throbbin'.
It's throbbin' like hell.

You try alternating
between hot and cold?

Hot and cold.
That works?

[murmuring]
I mean, it's a muscle...

Okay, big fella.
Let's get you some heat.

[soft grunt]

A vet?

[sighs]

Hey, Bunch.

[weakly]
Hey, Ray.

Come on, let's get you
taken care of.

[Ray] There you go.

- You all right?
- Yeah. Yeah, I'm all right.

[Dr. Lopez]
Count backward from 30,

and you'll be asleep
before you get to one.

Remember my seventh birthday?

You two took me
to the Public Garden.

I wanted to ride
the duck boats.

They were swans.

Yeah.

But I spent
all my birthday money

gettin' those Klondike bars
for each of us.

I remember.

[Bunchy] I was crying and...

that sweet black lady
with the red hair...

she let me ride for free.

[Bunchy]
That was a good day.

[dog whining]

[clattering]

He's gonna need a transfusion.
You know his blood type?

Bunchy's A negative.

And you two?

I'm B positive.

Ray's A negative.

You sure?

Okay, Ray. I'll get you
set up in the waiting room.

♪ solemn music ♪

♪♪♪

[Terry] You know Mom
was B positive too?

And Bridget was O negative.

When Mom got sick,

she made me learn
all these weird details...

about all of you.

♪♪♪

[clank, buzzer]

[door opens]

♪♪♪

[blow dryer whirring]

Hey, Pop.
Pop, how you makin' out?

[blow dryer stops]

It's, uh...it's crampin' up.

It's clenched like a fist.

Okay. Uh...
Y-yeah, I dunno, Pop.

I-it says that this--
this is a medical emergency.

and--and it--I mean,
it mentions gangrene.

- Oh.
- f*ck me!

Well, you gotta pay
for the good times, I guess.

Ah...sh*t.
What?

I think you'd better
drive me to Urgent Care.

Yeah.
Let me go get dressed.

Yeah, me too.

I'll put something on.

Hey, kid.

Ya all right?

[weakly]
Yeah.

Jesus, what a mess.

Come on.
Let's take ya home.

I'm not goin' home.

What?

I'm going ta get my money.

Bunch...

I'm going to get
my f*ckin' money.

[small laugh]

- Help me?
- You just had a b*llet

taken outta your
shoulder, Bunch.

So f*ckin' what?

I'll be all right.

It's just money.

It's just money, Terry?
[small laugh]

It's just money.

It's $1.2 million.

You know how long I had to
wait for that f*ckin' money.

It's my f*ckin' settlement
money, Terry.

- I know.
- No! You don't know.

You fought 'em off.

I had to stand up
in front of everybody

and tell 'em
what happened to me.

[Bunchy]
That money's, uh...

money's everything
I got, fellas.

[scoffs, laughs]

It's the only thing I have
to give my family a sh*t.

I can't f*ckin' lose it.

Sure, Bunch.
Let's go.

- I'm comin' with ya.
- [Ray] No, you're not.

I'm his brother.

What the f*ck's that
got to do with it?

[Bunchy] Hey, what is it
with you two?

[scoffs]

f*ck!

You're both comin' with me
or I'm goin' the f*ck alone.

[sighs]
[whispers] Ah...f*ck.

Well, funding
isn't really the issue.

[Dr. Bergstein] What we really
need is to get the FDA

to fast-track
round two and three.

We have had such success
with round one

that we wanna continue
the momentum.

We found that if
we can keep going,

move on to another
set of patients--

Hi. I'm Bridget.

Hello.

Jake Smith is my boyfriend.

- [Bridget] Smitty.
- Oh, God, yes!

Of course!
How's he doing?

Yeah. You need to
give him the surgery.

Bridget, as I was just
telling my colleagues, the...

the trial is governed
by strict protocols--

He's dying.
He'll be dead soon.

You and I need to make
an appointment so that we can

- discuss this in private.
- Ma--make an appointment?

He's dying!

I like Smitty.

I really do.

Let's hope that
he's still eligible

and selected
for the next round.

Selected?
This isn't a f*cking game!

I know.

[Dr. Bergstein]
I'm sorry.

There's nothing
that I can do.

There is something
you can do.

There's something
she can f*cking do!

♪♪♪

[sighs]

'Scuse me.

♪♪♪

[Terry] Yeah, hey, kid,
I, uh,

I managed to book
the red-eye out tonight, so...

[stammers]
if you need anything,

just gimme a call.
Um...

keep workin' with Punch.

Lights out at ten.

Steak and eggs for dinner,
and go easy on the carbs.

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

[Daryll laughs] Why do you
keep carrying that thing

around with you?

What thing?

Script.

It's Mister Lucky now.

Number one...I gotta
cover my d*ck with somethin'.

[Darryl snickering]

[continues
chuckling]

Number two...

I called Jay last night

and, uh,
I switched back.

I'm making Four Leaf.

Wait a minute, y-you--
Wait, you what?

Real simple--I told him the
sh*t script ain't gonna fly.

We're doin' my script
the way I wrote it.

End of story.

Pop, we have a good thing
going on right now, okay?

Why you gotta
screw it up?

Daryll, either get in line,

or say sayonara to your big
movie producing career.

Hey, f*ck you, Mickey!

No one fucks me.

I'm the one that's got
the security tapes.

I tell Jay to make a movie

about two pigs jerking off
in January, he's gonna do it.

[quietly]
Oh, God!

Pop, Pop, you took
their money, okay?

You agreed to do it.

I didn't cash
the check, did I?

But I'm gonna.

It's hardship pay
for what they put me through.

[sighs]

D-di-did you even
read it?

Mister Lucky?
Huh?

I mean, it's actually
a damn good script, Pop.

I read e-f*ckin'-nough.
It's a lie.

Look, let me--
Let me make it easy for ya.

It's--it's like takin'
a story about a...

a buncha dagos...

and, uh, filmin' it
with sp*cs.

Does that help?

Uh...hello, Mickey.

That's Scarface,' kay?

Th-they moved to, uh, Miami
with Cubans.

Ya know...you're right.

I never thought of that.
Al Pacino's no spic.

- [sighing]
- You're pretty clever about

- this movie business sh*t.
- [phone rings]

Jay. What up, my guy?

- Daryll, how's it goin'?
- Oh, man, I'm good, man.

- [small laugh] All good.
- [woman] Mickey Donovan?

- You ready?
- Jay, ho-hold one second.

Pop, go do your thing.
I'ma be right here.

The Four Leaf.
Back me up.

Which way
to the d*ck doctor?

- [Mickey] Huh?
- [Daryll] Hey Jay, my bad, man.

Uh...you still there?

- Yep.
- You know, me and my father

was just talking about
Triple A's script.

[laughing]
Man, yo, that sh*t is dope!

Don't lie to me.
I got a call from your old man

last night--he threatened
to release the tapes.

♪ tense music ♪

Jay, let me--
let me just say, uh,

I had no idea that my father
was gonna play that card, okay?

'Cause I-I spoke to him,
all right?

We both--we're fully
committed to Mister Lucky.

- True story.
- Well, I appreciate that,

but listen--you and me gotta
talk about this in person.

Make sure it doesn't
happen again.

Uh, okay, cool.
Yeah, man, for sure.

My office. Now.

[Daryll] Uh, y-yeah, yeah,
right now, uh...

No problem.
I'm on the way.

♪♪♪

[rattling]

You gonna tell me
what happened to your nose?

Yeah. Sparring.

Bullshit.

It don't matter, Bunch.

Ray hit ya?

Why?

- I said it don't matter.
- f*ck you, it don't matter!

Your brother hit ya.
Why'd he hit ya?

[exhales]

'Cause of Abby.

What about Abby?

'Cause...

[sighs]

Bunch...

the night she d*ed...

I took her home
from the bar opening.

I helped her do it.

I was there.

With the pills.

I helped her do it,

because she knew
Ray wouldn't.

[sighs]

[Dr. Rubinstein]
Therapeutic aspiration.

We'll inject the needle
into the side of your penis

and draw the blood directly
from the cavernosa.

Aw, sh*t.

Why didn't I think
of that?

Let me ask you
a question.

What goes on in Urgent Care
stays in Urgent Care, right?

Of course.

So why don't you, uh,

lock that door,
hop on, and take a ride?

You're an interesting man.

I'm no prude.

It's never gonna be
this big again.

We might as well take
advantage of it.

I'm a married woman,
Mr. Donovan.

Oh. Well...

suit yourself.

There he goes.
[groans] Go...

Aw...

[Ray] Wait here.
Both of you.

[cocks g*n]

♪ lightly suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[door opens]

♪ tense music ♪

[unhurried footsteps]

Jesus f*cking Christ!

What are you doin',
Bunch?

- It's my f*ckin' money, Ray.
- Told you to stay in the car!

I know this place!
I've been here before.

All right, all right!

[Terry] What now?

[breathing hard]

Let's toss the place
and get outta here.

[drawer rattles shut]

♪ soft, tense music ♪

♪♪♪

♪♪♪

[flies buzzing]

- [Acid Man] Hah!
- [Ray] Aah!

[Acid Man yelling
indistinctly]

[both grunting]

[Ray gasping,
Acid Man grunting]

[blow thuds]
[Ray groans]

- You find anything?
- Nah.

Where's Ray?

I dunno.

- You keep lookin' here.
- All right.

Aah! Ohh-ohh-ah!

[both groaning]

Uhh...aah!
Aah!

[cr*ck]
Ohh!

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

[flies buzzing]

♪♪♪

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

Feeling better,
Mr. Donovan?

Yeah.
My pipe is drained.

Where's my son?

- Your son?
- Good-lookin' black fella,

he was on the phone
when I went in before?

I'm pretty sure
he left.

Oh. Okay.

- Thanks, sweetie.
- Sure.

Coconut water.

Hydrate.

Thanks.

Ahh. So how is it?

Ahh. It's, uh, delicious.

- Thanks.
- [chuckles] So...

We can make Four Leaf.

- Okay?
- Jay, listen, okay?

You can relax, all right?


'Cause me and you...
we on the same page.

All right? Mister Lucky
is where it's at.

Okay? I mean, it's the
b*mb-dizzle for shizzle, man--

Shut the f*ck up.

Now, we both know the only
reason I'd make Four Leaf

is 'cause your r*cist-ass
father is blackmailing me.

Right?

- [louder] Right?
- Yeah.

Which is f*cking crazy,

because Sensei's death
was an accident!

If you recall, I didn't want
Mickey chopping him up,

dumping him in the ocean
like a piece of garbage.

[mumbling]
Right. I know.

- Do you?
- Yeah.

Because I remember
trying to call my lawyer

and you ripping my f*cking
phone outta my hand,

- threatening me.
- Okay, listen, Jay--

So...how the f*ck
am I supposed to trust you?

A'ight.

First of all,
I'm s--I'm sorry...all right?

But this right here
is a situation

that we can work out.

- I need your word, D.
- And I'm tellin' you, man.

Okay? I got you.

Those tapes will not see
the light of day.

I put that on my mother.

You bet your ass
they won't.

Psshh. Done.

[Jackson] Hi there, Daryll.

Hey.

Jackson Holt,
Los Angeles District Attorney.

The f*ck?

[Jackson]
No need to panic.

Just wanna talk...

see if you can't answer
some questions

about your father.

♪ soft, dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[knock on door]

- Doug?
- Not now, Diane.

I'm sorry, this can't wait.

Mr. Landry.

My name is Veronica Martinez

with the LAPD.

- [door closes]
- Yeah?

I was wondering if you
can answer some questions.

About?

Your relationship
with Natalie James.

[sighs]

Sure.

How do you get a nun
pregnant?

Dress her up like a man.

Altar boy.

What?

[sighs] How do you get
a nun pregnant?

You dress her up
like an altar boy.

Right.

That's what I meant.

[Bunchy] Teresa's back.

You know when Mom
was still alive...

after we'd be fightin'
and...

and I'd be cryin' and...

mopin' around or whatever?

You know what she
always said to me?

Nobody in this world's
gonna know you longer

than your brothers and sister.

Nobody else in this life

will know you from
the day you were born

until the day you die.

[quietly]
Don't forget that.

♪ solemn music ♪

♪♪♪

[Bunchy] Hi.

♪♪♪

[engine turns]

And did you have
an appointment?

No, but I'm the writer

of Jay White's
next motion picture.

All right,
I'll call their offices.

Yeah, you do that.

[sighs]

[guard] I have a gentleman
here at Gate 1,

Michael Donovan?

There's no drive-on for him.

Okay.

Uh, yeah, thank you.

[phone chiming]

- Daryll?
- [Daryll] Where are you?

I'm at the gate of the studio.

You're not stabbin' me
in the back again, are ya?

[Daryll]
You need to get outta here.

Just tell me what the hell
is goin' on.

[Daryll]
Mick, get outta here.

[guard]
I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan.

Your request for a drive-on
has been denied.

Denied?

[guard] You can go ahead
and circle around to exit.

What the hell is goin' on,
Daryll?

When Mom got sick...

you had to start
protecting everyone,

controlling everything.

And that's why I did
what I did with Abby.

'Cause I knew you could
never let her go.

Raymond?

Ra--

Raymond!

Stop, you f*cking
stubborn f*ck!

Come on.

What you did back there,
killin' that guy...

doesn't change
a thing, Terry.

[soft buzzer]

♪ soft dramatic music ♪

You have to help him.

You have to.

Okay.

Okay, how?

- How what?
- How are you gonna help him?

You need to put
the g*n down first.

Sit down.

[panting lightly]

You seem like a--
a nice girl, and...

knowing Smitty,
I'm--I'm guessing...

I'm guessing
that I'm right.

♪ dark music ♪

So, please,
put the g*n away.

♪♪♪

Not until you agree.

Not until...
[sobs] you tell me how.

♪♪♪

[whispers] I can't--
I can't lose another person.

[exhales]
Not him.

He's all I've got.

I hear you.
I really do.

♪♪♪

[sobbing] Please...
please...

Do something.

I ca--

- I will. I--
- [Bridget sobs]

Just...

[shaky breath]

Just hand me the g*n.

♪♪♪

It's gonna be okay.
I promise.

Come on, sweetheart.

♪ dark, emotional music ♪

♪♪♪

[sobbing]

[groans]

[click]
[TV turns on]

[woman] I searched
her credit history

to see if that--you know--

[man] What worries me
about dense jungle

is that it limits
our visibility.

[woman one]
Look at that sparkle.

See how gorgeous this shines
on Denise's skin.

[woman two]
And the pear-shaped sapphires,

they are casual enough
for everyday wear

or sophisticated enough
for a night on the town.

[woman one] Mmm! I need
a night on the town, girl!

- Don't we all?
- Absolutely stunning.

Now, if you feel like
the pear-shaped sapphires

are a little too dressy
for you,

we are offering item number

- 47954...
- [groans]

This is our round sapphire,

eye clean solid red diamond

and white gold bracelet
as well.

Again, you do have a choice

of any of the four bracelets,
all in white gold,

which is my personal favorite.

♪ dramatic music ♪

♪♪♪

[officer]
Watch your legs.

[police radio chatter]

[indistinct conversation]

[moans]

[sobbing]

That f*ckin' D.A., huh?

And you were taped?

Pop, look...

[sighing]

Like--like this--
this whole thing

is just all messed up.

I been through worse.

Yeah, we shoulda never
chopped Sensei up.

Risk, reward, Daryll.

And Jay knows it too.

He's just experiencing
some growin' pains.

We'll make our picture.

And Jay will find his way
through it,

one way or another.

Pop, this--this f*cking
D.A. Holt, he--

He's got a hard-on for you,
man.

He wanted me
to wear a wire.

'Course he did.

Just remember--
no body, no crime.

No problem, right?

It's not like we k*lled
the poor bastard.

A big movie star did that.

And then he begged us
to clean it up.

You wearin' a f*ckin'
wire, Daryll?

What--No!

Gonna testify
against me?

Jesus, Mickey, no!

Because I would never
do that.

You're my flesh
and blood.

And my producin' partner...
right?

Right.

Hey, come here.
Come here.

♪ dark music ♪

I said I'm not
wearin' a wire, fucker!

Good.

Go to bed.

Tomorrow...

things will look rosier.

♪♪♪

[woman one] Whether you want
to feel like a movie star

or maybe--aha--
a princess...

[woman two] Me!
[laughs]

[woman one] She is a princess--
such a princess.

[woman laughs]

These bracelets
are timeless.

[door opens]

They are regal.
Princess Diana

had a sapphire
in her engagement ring.

[women continue
in background]

The f*ck are you doing here?

- More bracelets to choose--
- Hello, Ray.

[woman continues on TV]

How'd you find me?

Come on.

You look like you've
had a rough day.

[woman continues on TV]

What do you want?

We need to talk.

Monastic.

- [Ray] What?
- Like a monk.

[thunk]
I know what monastic means,

for f*ck's sake.

I thought you liked me.

- [scoffs]
- [liquor pours]

What, you think
that's funny?

[groans]

[exhales]

Why're you here?

You walked into the police

and named Landry
just to spite me.

I'm not lyin' for him.

No, you're supposed to
be lying for me.

Look...

Doug and I had a deal.
We had an understanding.

I'd already agreed
to give him half.

Half of my company.

All my holdings--
film, television,

the L.A. offices,
and now...

now he wants everything.

So what do you want
from me?

To start...

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

I want you to k*ll him.

♪♪♪

f*ck you.

Yesterday, you were
more than willing

to...take care of
anything for me.

Yeah, well, yesterday
there wasn't a dead girl

in my apartment.

♪♪♪

Name your price.

I'm done.

Done with all of it.

- I'm not.
- What the hell's

- that supposed to mean?
- Exactly what I said.

I'm not done.

I gave you a job, Ray...

[softly]
and I expect you to do it.

♪♪♪

[woman one] Princess Diana
had a sapphire

in her engagement ring,

and, you know,
Kate Middleton does as well.

Very, very pretty.

Again, we have four bracelets
to choose from.

We are offering them
on FlexPay tonight

during the Sapphire Power Hour.

And if you spend more
than $100 with us tonight,

you are getting free
shipping and handling.

Only 200 bracelets
remain each...

- [groans]
- Get on the phone.

Again, six easy payments
of 69.99,

and they can be yours.

Operators are standing by,
so make the call

Again, we have four
bracelets to choose from...

♪ The Yawpers'
"Doing it Right" playing ♪

♪♪♪

♪ She walks in
and you make room ♪

♪ You're never really ready ♪

♪ But it's what
you gotta do ♪

♪ It'll all be over
before too soon ♪

♪ She walks in
and you make room ♪

♪♪♪

♪ No silver-tongued man
can inherit the earth ♪

♪ It's the callus
on your fingers ♪

♪ Not the glory of birth ♪

♪ You've put
all of your faith ♪

♪ In the wrong sense
of worth ♪

♪ No silver-tongued man ♪

♪ Can inherit the earth ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Every man
needs something to be ♪

♪ But if he does it blindly,
he's nothing to see ♪

♪ The meanest, hardest,
ugliest struggle ♪

♪ Ah, doin' it right ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪♪♪

♪ Now get it ♪

♪♪♪
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