06x02 - Staten Island, Part Two

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Previously on Ray Donovan...

f*ck, man.

Hey, he needs help, man.

Sing, you f*ck! Sing this!

What are you doing? What are
you doing in my f*cking house?

- Let's go. Come on!
- Hey!

What's the charge, you assholes?

Ray Donovan, you're free to go.

Hey! Hey! He's f*cked up!

He's f*cked up!

I called the phone number that...

that you... you gave to Sam, and...

I called him, and we agreed on a price

because I just needed to...

I just needed to get that video back!

I-I can't talk about it on the phone.

It's bad.

It's bad.

Told him I'd pay him for the video.

I called him, and he told me 50,000.

I need a drink, and there's no alcohol.

f*ck.

I wasn't gonna sh**t him.

So what'd you bring a g*n for?

f*ck, this is bad.

You have any cigarettes?

No.

Last night when I met him,

I-I came up to the room,

and at first, it was what I
thought it was gonna be.

He was behind me.

Then I turned around,

and he was f*cking filming
me with his phone.

And I pulled off him, and
I said, "Don't do that."

Then I reached for the
phone, and he hit me.

And then I reached for it
again, and he hit me again.

So what the f*ck am I
supposed to do now?

I can't call the police.
You know who I am.

We need to fix this.
You need to help me.

Where are you going?

Yeah?

You gave her his name and address.

She said she wanted
to handle it herself.

Yeah, well, she sure f*cking handled it.

So what's that supposed to mean?

The guy's dead.

Can you take care of it for me?

Look, this... this... this
isn't what I agreed to.

You asked me for an address. I got...

Ray, who else am I
supposed to send there?

What are you gonna do?

Where's your phone?

Lock the door. Nobody gets in or out.

You're just gonna leave me here?

Don't call anybody.
Don't touch anything.

Don't f*cking move, you understand?

Do you understand?

Yes.

His blood pressure's low.

We're losing him. Get the defib kit.

Ready.

- Unresponsive.
- Clear.

- Unresponsive.
- Clear.

Bless you.

Thank you.

Uh, you know, you are perfect.

You are the... the bravest,

uh, smartest, um,

most loyal, hottest, sexiest...

person that I have ever met.

And, um...

you... you saved my life.

And that... that was awesome.

Mm.

But what you really did was, um...

you gave me a reason to live.

And I love you.

- Um, so, uh...
- Oh, my God.

Bridget Elizabeth Donovan...

What are you doing?

- Huh, what?
- What the f... Wha...

Are you... are you f*cking
kidding me right now?

Are you f...

- I thought...
- What?

- What?
- Well, I-I don't...

I don't know. I thought that we were...

Hey, why are you yelling at me?

I don't know. I don't know.

This is... Ah.

Whoa.

I'm sorry.

sh*t.

Just hold on. Just hold on.

What is it?

It's just...

The sh*t you don't know.

Like, all the men I know are bad.

I love them, but they'll hurt you.

It's what they do, and I don't...

I love you, and I don't want...

Wait a f*cking minute.

I'm not them.

I'm not any of the... the
people that hurt you.

I'm not... I'm not any of the...
the people that left you.

I mean, you're my...

you're my whole world.

And, um, we don't have to get married.

We never have to get married.

So...

So f*ck it.

Jake, no.

We're great the way that we are.

Don't... don't worry. You
don't have to do that.

No, would you just... would
you just lift it, please?

Come on.

Okay. So, K'Lei, here's the thing.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right?

You k*lled it in Underground Railroad.

And the movie To the Moon and Back,

you was dope.

Now, that's all good when you want to go

after them serious roles and
you tryin' to win a Oscar,

but I want to feel you.

You want to feel me?

Yes, I do.

Where'd you find this guy, Jay?

Oh, I m*rder*d somebody. I
called him to cover it up.

Then he blackmailed me into
making this piece of sh*t.

Sounds like every other
producer I ever met.

See? And there she is.

That's her. That's her right there.

You are this woman. You are Misty Train.

- Misty Train.
- Misty Train.

- She's this ferocious, sexy...
- Mm.

wise-cracking powerhouse
of a woman, just like you.

Lay it on a little thicker.

Mm-mm. Mm, it's true.

I mean, your work speaks for itself.

And If you're willing
to trust my methods

and Antoine's process, we guarantee you

international audiences
will be feeling you.

Well, what about you? Do you
think I am Misty Train?

I think you can be whoever
you want, Miss Hughes.

Hello?

This is Victorville General Hospital.

We have admitted your father,
Mickey Donovan as a patient.

What?

We believe he suffered a heart att*ck,

and he's in critical condition.

Uh...

Okay. Uh, thank you.

Because they're from the planet a**l.

Get it? Anus ass babies...

Double D here, what up?

Pop had a heart att*ck.

What?

He's dying, Daryll.

Wait a minute, hold on a sec.
What are you talking about?

Yeah, he's, uh... he's in Victorville.

He said... some guy from the
hospital just called me,

said we better get up there
before he dies soon.

Oh, okay, w-when?

What do you mean f*cking when? Now!

Go get Conor and meet
me the f*ck up there.

You know I can't do that,
man. You know that.

What do you mean you can't go?

Look, you're f*cking drunk, okay?

Uh, o-okay.

Fine. Fine.

Don't go see the man on his
f*cking death bed, you c**t.

I am such an idiot.

Um, I just... I just
remembered I got that thing

at the studio that I forgot to do.

I got to handle those
details real quick.

Whoa, what the f*ck
you talking about, D?

Those details.

The details we talked about, man.

L-look, I got to go.

K'Lei, nice to meet you.
You're in good hands.

These are my guys.

- Yo...
- It's all good.

Hey, Bunch, what's up?

Mick had a heart att*ck.

- What?
- Mick had a heart att*ck.

He's in intensive care.

I came up to Victorville
to sit with him.

Look, Bunch, it's not a good time.

He's dying, Ray.

Ray?

I got to go.

I got to go.

I can't get a line. I
need a 16, maybe an 18.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I'm his son, Brendan.

Officer.

They told me that, uh... that I could...

he might not make it.

Sit down. He ain't going anywhere.

What the f*ck is that for?

Standard protocol.

A guy like him, a m*rder*r,

they don't get to just go
to the hospital unless...

Right.

Right.

He's a category one. Acute.

Only heart att*cks and strokes
and guys bleeding out.

Thanks for that.

Yeah.

Go ahead.

Say your piece.

Hey, Pop.

- Yeah?
- Hey, how are you?

What are you... what are you up to?

Uh, nothing. Just...

shopping.

Everything all right?

You okay?

So, uh, Smitty asked me to marry him.

He did?

I said yes.

What do you think?

Um...

I don't know. I mean...

you know I like the guy.

You do?

Sure. He loves you.

Yeah.

And you love him, right?

Yeah.

So that's what I think.

Bridge, I'm sorry. Your...

your mom would have, uh...

I know.

Your mom and me... we just
want you to be happy, Bridge.

That's all we ever wanted.

I love you, Dad.

I love you, too, sweetheart.

Jesus Christ, what are you doing...

cutting up a body?

What?

Excuse me.

- Hey.
- New York Times.

- What?
- New York f*cking Times.

They called for a comment.

They... they called the station.
They talked to the captain.

This can't f*cking go down.

Not now. Not f*cking now.

Can you meet me?

Yeah, where?

Corner of Essex and Grand.

You all right?

Yeah.

You?

f*cked is what I am.

This f*cking guy is gonna ruin me.

Did the reporter talk to anyone else?

What do you mean?

Is there anything else I
should know about, Mac?

No.

The other guys, they...
they into anything?

I don't know. I mean, f*ck,

there's over 400 guys
working out of the 132.

What about bringing us
out to Staten Island?

what was she talking about?

Ever done that before?

Ray.

Fetu Autufuga is a bad man, okay?

I f*cking went out there
four times on a domestic.

This guy broke his
wife's orbital cavity,

almost blinded her.

So why don't you tell
that to the reporter?

She won't talk, Ray, okay? She's scared.

She won't f*cking press charges,

so this guy keeps coming over

and f*cking her up over and over again.

I tailed him, Ray.

I planted dr*gs on him,

and I drove him out to the 132

where I know judges won't
tolerate that kind of sh*t.

You planted dr*gs on him?

Ray...

I swear to you.

This guy is a f*cking piece of sh*t.

I'm gonna need some blow
and an untraceable g*n.

What are you talking about?

Coke... as much as you
can get from evidence...

and an untraceable g*n.

I'm gonna need a sil*ncer, too.

You sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

Started to think you
weren't coming back.

- What's with the f*cking booze?
- What?

Thought I told you not to go out.

You went out.

How much is Sam paying you?

- Not enough.
- Then why you do it?

I was in eighth place four weeks ago.

Almost dropped out of the race.

Then I got a call from Sam Winslow.

- Yeah?
- And suddenly my face

is on billboards and TV commercials.

I'm in second f*cking place.

This might actually happen.

When something like this comes along,

you don't stop to think...

maybe I'm not that person.

Wipe the blood off your face.

You were never there.

Anyone asks, you had dinner
at the office with Sam,

stayed late to talk about the campaign.

Okay.

Where were you tonight?

I was with Sam at the
office, strategizing.

Good.

Don't go straight home.

What?

Take the cab to Midtown,
then take another one home.

Shower, change, but make sure
you get to work on time.

Don't cancel anything today.

What are you gonna do?

Don't worry about what I'm gonna do.

Forget you ever met me.

How's she doing?

Put her on your schedule.

Last night you worked late.

And the person I was really with?

Pay him off or give me
his name, up to you.

Hey, what the f*ck lady?

You think my father's a
piece of sh*t, don't you?

Excuse me?

Well, he's just like any
other f*cking felon, right?

What?

Let me tell you something. That man...

he carried a lot of weight on him.

He did 20 years at Walpole...

for f*ck's sake.

He's tough as nails.

And that's what a boy needs, you know?

Somebody to teach him how to be strong.

He always tried to do that.

He didn't always do it right.

And you can't trust the man, ever.

And maybe he did...

b*at on us a little too often and...

ran around on our mother when
she was dying of cancer.

And if you cross him,

he'll probably k*ll you.

But he loves me.

He loves me.

And right now I don't got a
whole lot of people that do.

What are you gonna do
with all this sh*t?

- Where's the sil*ncer?
- I'm not an armory, Ray.

I don't have suppressors
laying around in the house.

I'm gonna text you an address.

When I do, I want you
to call it in, okay?

Let me come with you.

No, you want to help,

send somebody you trust
when you call it in.

What are they gonna find there, Ray?

Go get your kid, take him
over to my brother's gym.

I'll meet you there later, all right?

Oh, yeah. Oh, that's good.

- Oh, you like that?
- Uh-huh.

What?

What the f*ck are you doing?

Just settle down.

Oh!

No! What the...

Oh! Ow!

Shut up.


I changed my mind.

Who the f*ck is this?

Ray Donovan.

Man, f*ck you.

Don't hang up, please.

You got to understand. I got kids.

Their mom...

She d*ed last year.

Took her own life, and, uh...

I spun out, so...

But things are better now, you know?

I'm... I-I-I got a second chance and...

Look, if those kids thought that I tried

to quit on them, too, that'd k*ll them.

Man, I don't give a
f*ck about your kids.

I'll call The New York Times.

I'll tell them about
the bullshit charges.

I-I'll tell 'em about Staten Island,

whatever you want.

- I want the money.
- I'll give you the money.

One hundred and twenty grand...

cash.

Sure.

Look, if I give you that money,

I got to know you're not gonna
tell anyone what you saw.

That's right.

Okay. It'll take me about an hour.

Meet me at my place. I'll
text you the address.

_

Come on in.

Wow.

This your place?

Yeah.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah, yeah. Why not, man?

If I had an apartment like this,

I wouldn't be jumping off
no f*cking buildings, man.

- Hell, nah.
- I'll take that.

This is for you.

That's what I'm talking about, man.

What the f*ck?

Is Grandpa gonna die?

Um...

I don't know, Con.

Hey, so where they about
to send you... Kuwait?

Like, what are y'all even doing there?

Kuwait?

Yeah, I don't... hey, I don't know.

Germany. Next month.

Wow.

Hey, you know, Con, let me
ask you a question, man.

Like, why you doing this?

What?

This, like, all of this,
the whole Marines thing.

Someone has to do it.

Yeah.

I guess you're right.

I just know I couldn't do it, man.

I'm not... I'm not,
like, a m*llitary dude.

- Yo.
- Yo!

Yo, we got her!

- What?
- K'Lei Hughes!

She doing our m*therf*cking movie, baby!

- No!
- I'm telling you.

I guess she couldn't
resist the Trip Trip Trip.

Hot shorty drip, drip, drippin'

on my d*ck, d*ck, d*ck.

You know what I'm saying?

God damn! Hell, yeah!

I know, man! The K'Lei Hughes.

I got to call my mama. I'm out!

sh*t!

What about K'Lei Hughes?

I'm K'Lei Hughes' boss.

She about to be in my movie.

How'd you pull that off?

You okay?

No, I had the chicken lasagna.

Felt wrong, but I was so hungry.

Be right back. I'll be a minute.

Take your time.

I seen...

I seen the Grim Reaper...

and I told him not yet.

Pop, you had a heart att*ck, all right?

I-I thought... I thought I lost you.

I heard what you said.

You have to help me get
out of here, Bunch.

You have to help me get out of here.

Listen to me.

You have to help me.

I didn't do this thing.

You know. You know I didn't.

There's nothing I can do, okay?

W-what can I do, Mick?

I'm looking at the last act.

I'm only asking for what's
just, what's right.

I didn't k*ll Barnes, and I
can't die in prison for it.

Get me out of here.

Bunch, you got to get me out of here.

Oh, man.

Holy Mother of God, that is much better.

I'm gonna take a walk.

We ain't going anywhere.

Be right back.

Yeah.

Ray.

Is he gone?

No. Not yet.

Not yet.

Teresa took Maria from me.

Just f*cking took her.

Ah, Jesus, Bunch. I...

They said it was 'cause...

'cause of my drinking...

and my family.

They said we're all bad for her.

Bunch, listen to me.

You're a great f*cking
father, you hear me?

I got to go.

You really need to do that?

Suit yourself.

Good-bye, Mr. Sandro.

Okay.

It was my fault.

- What?
- Last night's situation.

I've been thinking about
it, and it was my bad.

Look, Ray, I wouldn't put you
through all this trouble,

but I really need her.

You bother to check her out
before you got into all this?

Obviously not enough.

- Well, you should have.
- That's what you do.

You ever hear of Featureflix?

Seventy-five billion
dollars of Pacific's money

to acquire the world's
largest streaming service.

It'll be our growth driver.

Doug was the only hold out,

and now that we've acquired it,

we need a specific piece of property,

85 acres, publicly owned, to house it.

You know what's on it now?

A prison.

So I made an offer.

A fair offer.

The mayor blocked it.

Hundred thousand dollars every
week until the election.

Once she's elected, I double it.

You look like sh*t.
I'll get you a drink.

Sit down.

There's something I've
been meaning to ask you,

and it's none of my business,

so you don't have to answer
if you don't want to, but...

- That night...
- I was tired.

Tired?

I just...

I just wanted it all to stop.

And then there she was.

Who?

Abby.

Like she'd been there
all along, you know?

And I...

I started to think...

that without her...

there wasn't much for me, you know?

Look at me.

I'm glad you're here.

I'm glad you're not dead.

You and me, Ray...

we're gonna make a mayor.

Doctor come in, or he move or anything?

No, just there like that.

Brought you a hero.

Want one?

Yours.

Thanks.

Excuse me, my man.

Yeah, how can I help you?

Um, I'm here to see my father.

Uh, he was brought in last night.

His name's Mickey Donovan.

Donovan?

You got to put your hands up, right?

First thing you got to learn is defense.

- Not punching?
- Defense first, kid.

Heard there was a f*cked-up
drug deal downtown.

Seems like some Wall Street douchebag

and his Samoan dealer sh*t each other.

Real John Wayne sh*t.

Yeah.

You all right, Ray?

- Huh?
- Yeah, sure.

I'm gonna get Jimmy back to
Am before she gets pissed.

- I'll see you at the bar.
- Yeah.

All right, kid, let's go.

Hey, you should bring him
back. He's got potential.

Hey, thanks, anything you need.

- How was it?
- Eh.

I talked to Bridget.

Yeah?

Congratulations.

Thanks.

He's a good kid.

Yeah, well, you know, they're young.

Well, you were young.

You hear about Mick?

Think we should fly out there?

What for?

I don't know. Say good-bye.

Make sure we got no regrets.

I don't got any regrets. You?

No.

f*ck him.

Mick.

Mickey.

Pop!

What?

Just making sure.

Making sure what?

I didn't break you out

so you could f*cking die on me.

Ah, nah.

I'm already a ghost, kid.

I've been haunting people all my life.

- Yeah?
- Mickey broke out.

What?

I don't know. Bunchy
must have helped him.

Look, Ray, I don't know
what the f*ck happened.

But he almost k*lled a f*cking guard.

So Bunchy's now not here,
and Mickey is out now.

What are we gonna do?

Ray?

Yeah.

A-are you okay?

Sure.

S-so what are we gonna do?

Mickey is going to k*ll me.