Ray: Previously on Ray Donovan...
I know you want me. I know you want to be with me.
You out of your f*cking mind?
You followed me?
f*cking right I did.
She's gonna tell Dad.
If she does, he'll k*ll him.
And maybe he deserves it?
If anyone lays a hand on him, you will never f*cking see me again.
That did not happen.
I ain't f*cking senile.
Fine. You're not senile.
Go tell Joe Friday out there that you want to wear a wire and get your brains blown out in Long Beach.
You want out?
There is no out.
Ow!
[grunts]
Ray: You got to leave L.A.
Mickey: You tricked their beloved grandfather into signing away his rights, or you're the kind of son that dumps his demented old man in a nursing home.
Either way... they're gonna hate ya.
[grunts]
Unless you want to go to jail, you'll do exactly what we agreed to.
Lee: Andrew Finney was in three hours ago telling the Chief of Police you k*lled the guy.
Has he been arrested?
I do know they're gonna want to talk to you before they charge him.
Cochran: You're going down for the one f*cking m*rder you didn't commit.
I mean, that's divine retribution.
Where's the poker?
f*ck yourself, you Irish piece of sh*t.
Ahh! God!
Where's the poker?
[pounding on door]
Ray Donovan, we have a warrant to search the premises.
[tires screech]
Tell the truth and get it all.
Who knows, you play your cards right, you might even keep the team.
Why would your father k*ll your husband?
They were lovers.
[♪ tense music]
[door opens]
[footsteps approach]
[door closes]
Anyone see you come in?
No. I took the service entrance.
I'll wait downstairs.
Stay here.
Keep out of the sh*t show for a while.
I'll get your PR people to come by tomorrow.
There are more helicopters outside my dad's house than when OJ took the white Bronco down the 405.
Yeah.
How they love to see the mighty fall.
You did the right thing, Paige.
Do you think that's a comfort?
I don't know.
Key's on the counter.
You know, my father never would have k*lled Varick if you weren't around.
He fell in love with the idea that there was always gonna be someone there to save him from himself.
I'll have my girl check on you in the morning.
Are you sure you can't stay?
♪
[door closes]
Santa Monica. By the pier.
[sniffles]
I'll be at the Paradise Inn.
Please hurry. I'm really scared.
♪
Bridget?
[knocking]
Bridget?
Bridge?
♪
Baby, wake up.
Nene, wake up.
Mm.
[chuckles]
I want to play.
Come on. I want to play.
What are you doing?
Don't you f*cking speak without my permission.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh!
Disobey me, you mariquita?
Did you call me a margarita?
Say you're sorry, m*therf*cker, or I'll pull it off.
I'm... I'm sorry.
Huh?
Louder.
I'm sorry.
I bet you are.
Ah.
[both moaning]
Oh.
[both breathing heavily]
Happy?
Yeah.
Then get up. We're going out.
It's the middle of the night.
I'm taking you somewhere.
Come on.
Pants on, bitch.
You're not gonna want to miss this.
[door closes]
[dog barks]
[woman on TV speaking indistinctly]
All in all, plenty of sunshine and really clear skies.
This is Darby Jackson with your Southern California daily weather.
man on TV: Now, back to tonight's top story.
Police were dispatched to media mogul Andrew Finney's Bel Air estate just hours ago after hearing reports of a fire burning on the property.
When investigators arrived at the scene, they discovered that the blaze contained the remains...
Raymond.
...of an unidentified adult male.
Sources are currently saying the victim may have been an employee of the Finney organi...
[TV turns off]
Where is everybody?
Conor's at a friend's house, and, uh...
Abby's out looking for Bridget.
Why is she looking for Bridget?
Sit down... there's something I got to tell ya.
Bridget got involved with someone at school.
Who?
Her math teacher.
What the f*ck are you talking about?
♪
How'd you know they were his dr*gs?
Well, we found the bottle in her purse, and the prescription had his name on it.
Are ya all right?
[liquor pours]
How long have you known about this?
A few days.
Few days, huh?
Yeah, we talked about it, and...
You're not my kid's father, Terry.
No, but we thought it was all under control.
You keep f*cking saying "we." Wh... you and Abby?
Huh?
What's going on, Terry?
You got a little crush on my wife?
I know you're f*cked up in the head, but don't get confused about that, all right?
I'm not the one that's confused, Ray.
You're the one that don't get it.
Don't get what?
It's a disgrace the way you treat her.
You're out all night. You're cheating like the old man did.
What?
Yeah, you heard what I said!
Stop it.
Just both of you f*cking stop it.
[sets keys on counter]
Why'd you keep this from me?
Because I knew you'd go f*cking nuts.
That's not your decision to make.
She's my f*cking daughter.
I know how you handle things.
What the f*ck is that supposed to mean?
It means you have problems with sh*t like this.
Oh, yeah? Until you come face-to-face with something ugly and you need me to make it go away.
I think what Abby's trying to say...
[shouting] Do I need you to tell me what my f*cking wife is saying, huh?
You got some kind of inside line?
No, he's just been here helping me while you've been out chasing Paige Finney.
f*ck you.
I want you to pack your sh*t and get out of here before I'm back.
You're not going anywhere.
It's not your decision.
Where's he live?
What?
The teacher. Where does he live?
He's not home. I was just there.
Where does he live, Abby?
Tell him.
[sighs]
[phone ringing]
[beep]
♪
[dog barking]
Terry: That was wrong.
I shouldn't have talked to him like that.
He needed to hear it.
I'm glad you said it.
[phone chimes]
It's her. She's at Mickey's.
You've been out all night. I'll go get her.
I'll come with you.
No. No.
I don't want Ray thinking that we are acting as a team.
Now, when your husband comes back, you are gonna talk and you're gonna fix things.
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
She's at Mickey's.
Terry went to go pick her up.
I'll meet him there.
You didn't have to be so hard on him.
He didn't do anything wrong.
Ray, you there?
Yeah.
Look, just tell him you didn't mean it.
Tell him you don't want him to leave.
Otherwise he'll pack his bags, and he'll never come back.
Is that what you want?
Ray?
I'll talk to him.
[phone beeps]
♪
Oh.
My beautiful, beautiful boy.
I missed you so much.
Bring Davros some mantee.
Prison food is sh*t.
You want some bread and pickles with that?
Nah.
It's true what Vartan said about Mickey?
Nothing is ever easy.
Hmm.
Mmm, it's good.
[chuckles]
They put enough sumac for once.
[pop music plays distantly]
♪
I'm sorry I stole the car.
Uh, I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
I'm not worth it.
My own mother hates me.
Six, one thousand.
Seven, one thousand.
Eight, one thousand.
Nine, one thousand.
Ten, one thousand.
[women whispering]
All right, ready or not, here I come.
[music plays in background]
One, two, three, the coke shuffle.
[laughter]
You clever girls.
Wonder where it could be.
It's not over here.
Doesn't seem to be over here.
Oh, look what I found!
I found it.
You found coke?
[indistinct chatter]
Don't move.
[phone ringing]
Oh, f*ck you, Ray.
All right, now it's yours. Go ahead.
I'm counting?
Here's a straw.
You count, you guys hide.
You're it.
I'm hiding it.
You guys are hiding.
Now, we hide it.
[phone rings]
Oh.
Oh, time out. I got to take this.
Ahh. Hello, sweetie pie.
You all right?
Bridget: I'm scared to go home.
I told my mother that I'm at your apartment.
Oh? What happened?
Dad found out about my new boyfriend, and he's gonna hurt him.
Can you please tell them that I'm there with you?
Oh, if I do that, he'd come right over.
Come back and bite ya.
[knock at door]
Forget it. Never mind.
[knocking continues]
Are you okay?
No, I'm not. It's not okay.
My dad found out, and he's gonna hurt you.
Okay, Bridget, slow down.
You don't know him, okay?
He can be a very dangerous person.
We need to leave Los Angeles.
Leave Los Angeles? Bridget, that's insane.
Well, then you need to stay here with me.
In a hotel room with you?
Yeah, that's gonna calm everyone down.
[sighs] Okay, come on.
Let's just... let's go for a walk.
Okay? We'll think of something.
I don't think you're supposed to walk in the woods at night.
Who says?
There's snakes and coyotes and sh*t.
Pshh. They f*ck with us, they'll have a problem.
Well, how do you even know about this place?
We used to smoke weed out here when I was in high school.
This is where I lost my virginity.
[siren wails in the distance]
I didn't know Mexicans hiked.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just f*cking say that.
[keys jingle]
[dog barking]
[knocking on door]
[Al Wilson's "Show and Tell" plays on stereo]
[laughs]
Terry! What's going on, baby?
Where's Bridget?
What? What do you mean?
Why would Bridget be here?
Terry! Come on in.
Take your pants off.
[laughing]
Is Bridget with you?
I don't think so.
♪ Show and tell ♪
♪ Just a game I play... ♪
Oh, sh*t.
[dialing on phone]
Daryll: What's up, man?
Abby, I'm at Mick's.
She's not here. She must have lied.
She called me.
I'll call you back.
She called me.
When?
A few minutes ago.
Wanted me to cover for her.
Something about Ray not liking her new boyfriend.
You should have told us, Mick. You don't sit on sh*t like that.
I can call her.
See if she'll pick up for me.
See if I can meet her somewhere.
♪ That can't help calling your name... ♪
[exhales and sniffs]
[music continues playing]
She ain't answering.
[both exhale]
♪ Tell me that you feel the same... ♪
sh*t! Mick, get down!
Aah!
[g*nf*re continues]
[glass shatters]
Bridget!
Bridget!
[sobs]
Ray! Ray!
Bridget!
Michelle's dead!
She's dead! They k*lled Michelle.
Ray, they sh*t her, man.
Michelle's dead!
Where the f*ck's my daughter?
She's not here, Ray!
Where is she?
She's not here, man.
Bridget!
Mickey: They're gone, Ray.
Ray.
Ohh.
Terry's sh*t.
Terry's been sh*t, Ray.
Oh, f*ck. Come on, Ter.
Look at me, Terry. Terry, can you hear me?
What happened? What happened?
Oh, f*ck.
We got to get him to the hospital, Ray.
Can you move, Ter?
Terry.
Look at me. Look at me.
Stay awake. Come on.
Lift him up.
Up!
Ah!
All right, get his leg.
Come on. Come on, Terry.
Let's go.
[all grunting]
[sobbing]
Shh. Shh.
Shh.
[sobbing]
[♪ soft music]
♪
[tires screech]
[tires screech]
You, we need help!
Over here.
Get over here. Nurse!
Come on, Terry. Wake up, Ter. Hey!
There you go. There you go. Stay awake.
woman: Surgeon to the bay, please.
Ray: Stay awake, Terry.
I mean it, keep your eyes open.
Get me a priest.
You don't need a f*cking priest.
You keep your eyes open.
Get me a priest.
Stay back here please.
Your brother has experienced massive hypovolemia.
It means he's lost most of the blood in his body.
There are two arteries in the abdomen called the mesenteric arteries.
Judging from the blood loss, at least one of Terry's is ruptured.
Now, the plan is to perform a series of transfusions during the surgery using universal donor blood to try to keep his heart b*ating while we do our best to stop the bleeding.
Mr. Donovan? [voice echoing]
Your brother will be in surgery for several hours.
We'll check in with you as soon as we know anything.
[background chatter]
♪
[siren wails in the distance]
[vomits]
[spits]
[phone rings]
What'd you find out?
Two of the Minassians got busted on the docks after you pulled Mickey from the sting.
And they blame him.
Well, the APS has a process for informers.
They call it "cutting the tree."
They go after every family member, Ray.
Stay at the office.
I'll call you later.
[phone beeps]
How bad is it?
What are the doctors saying?
[sighs]
He's still in surgery.
Jesus Christ. I sent him over there.
Don't do that.
He did it for me, and I f*cking let him, Ray.
Abs, stop.
I got too close to him.
Am I responsible for this?
You're the last person who's responsible for this.
Here.
What the hell happened, Mickey?
Gangs. Turf w*r.
Wrong place, wrong time, I guess.
Wrong place, wrong time?
We both know who that b*llet was meant for.
What the f*ck does that mean?
Nothing.
Ray, those Minassians aren't gonna stop.
We need to do something.
Let me make something absolutely f*cking clear to you.
We are not doing anything.
Where you going?
I gotta take care of something.
[background chatter]
So your father wants to k*ll me, I'm gonna lose my job, my teaching credentials, maybe have to register as a sex offender, because apparently, no matter what actually happened, I'm guilty.
[chuckles]
It's like a Kafka novel.
[laughs]
Ren: Hannah Montana.
What?
You.
Your man want to buy you a bracelet?
You don't have to. I mean, it's...
Sure.
[guitar playing]
♪
True love. Right on.
[chuckles]
A souvenir to remember the night your math teacher lost his job.
If they're gonna blame you for being with me, why not just be with me?
[police radio chatter]
You all right, kiddo?
You know, I didn't even know her real last name, Pop.
It's Kravitz.
I didn't even know that, Pop.
Daryll...
No.
It's cool. It's cool.
[police radio chatter continues]
man: Everything they got from SID.
man: Okay, I'll go talk to the manager.
Officer, uh, I got nothing to wear.
No stores are open, and, uh, when I made my statement, they said I could grab a change of clothes.
[police radio chatter]
Come on.
Only touch what I tell you to.
Sure.
I feel 100% better.
Do you think I could grab a little something to eat?
I'm starving.
You got 30 seconds.
Okay, thank you.
You know, just need a little something.
Dessert.
[♪ suspenseful music]
♪
[sighs]
Wow.
That's something, huh?
You never been up here, huh?
No.
Nah.
And how long have you lived in L.A.?
Long time, but...
I don't like the woods.
That's gonna have to change, Brendan.
Kids need to get out in nature.
You put a f*cking baby in me.
What?
What?
You're not happy?
Um, how'd it happen so quick?
You were f*ring real b*ll*ts, Brendan.
That's gonna be your f*cking reaction?
[exhales]
I just...
Say something good.
I can't f*cking believe you.
♪
Okay.
I'm coming in the side door. You take the front door.
You hear me open fire, you don't stop sh**ting.
[phone rings]
Yeah?
Lena: So Bridget turned her phone off and took her SIM card out, but Donellen didn't, so I tracked him to Santa Monica.
Is she with him?
I don't know yet.
All right. I'll get there as soon as I can.
Okay.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on.
Always in the middle of everything, this f*cking guy!
Marco: You got some balls coming around here.
[groans]
[g*nshots continue]
f*ck. Let's go.
[g*nshots]
[man shouts]
[g*nf*re]
[man shouts]
Come on, Avi.
[g*n clicks]
[g*nshots]
[man shouting]
[g*nf*re continues]
[click]
Avi!
[g*nf*re]
Aah!
You think this is over?
You think you can k*ll my boys and it stops?
This will never stop.
You are dead.
All of you are dead.
Your children are dead.
[spits]
f*ck you, and f*ck you, and f*ck...
[muffled]
[groans]
And f*ck you.
Jesus f*cking Christ.
[sighs]
[groaning]
This water old?
Ahh. Want a sip?
[sighs]
[phone line rings]
[exhales]
Lena: Yeah?
You find her?
No, but there's a motel here.
Let me talk to the clerk.
[door opens]
Already guilty.
Already guilty.
What... what is it?
I...
Um...
I...
[sighs] Please put this on.
Why?
Just put it back on.
[breathing heavily]
Oh, God.
What am I doing here?
What am I... what am I doing here?
It's okay.
Oh, my God.
It's okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. [sobbing]
I'm sorry, Bridget.
I just... I just miss her so much.
[whispering] It's okay.
[breathing heavily]
They're in 215.
What are you doing here?
Take him to the hospital.
Come on, Mick.
He ain't coming?
Nope.
Daddy, no!
Wait, wait...
[grunting]
Do you like kids, you piece of sh*t?
Huh?
Stop it! [grunts]
Aah!
You go near my daughter again, I'll cut your f*cking hands off.
You understand me?
[sighs]
Get up.
Get away from me.
Get up, Bridget. We're going.
I'm so sorry.
Ow! Leave me alone! I f*cking hate you!
Let go!
Dad, let go!
[Bridget sobbing]
What the f*ck is the matter with you?
Huh?
I don't know.
What is it?
You having second thoughts about me?
You want to call this sh*t off, go right ahead.
File papers, whatever.
I was never hurting for a man.
f*cking red hair... you think that's my thing?
It ain't nothing like that.
Why don't you want to have a baby with me?
'Cause I got no idea how to be a father.
You think I got any idea how to be a mother?
People do it. We'll figure it out.
Not people like me.
What do you mean people like you?
You know what I mean.
I'm different.
I'm f*cked up.
I got news for you, Brendan.
You're not as f*cked up as you think you are.
That sh*t that happened in the past?
Fly away, bye-bye.
It don't touch who you are now.
It don't touch us.
I just don't want to let you down.
What was your mother's name?
Mary.
If it's a girl, we'll call her Maria.
[soft whack]
Come on.
Take me out to eat.
I need protein.
[car door opens]
He had it coming, Bridge.
You may not realize it now, but you will when you're older.
You don't feel anything, do you?
You say you love me, but you don't.
You say you love Mom, but you don't.
It's like you're not even alive inside.
You think I don't love you?
Bridge, you're my...
You got to know I'd do anything for you.
You control, you don't love.
I'm suffocating being near you, and I don't want to live with that anymore.
Ohh.
[soft groan]
[groans]
♪
[grunts]
Ah.
[heart monitor beeping]
[indistinct PA announcement]
♪
[groans]
[tires screech]
Daryll, I was worried about ya.
Listen, we took care of business.
We f*cking evened the score.
Oh, yeah?
Hey, uh, Pop, I want to show you something.
What's the name? What's it say?
What do you mean?
The license. My name.
Daryll Weisbrod.
Yeah, it's funny, 'cause I've always hated that name.
I hated the fact that mom let Allan adopt me because she knew how bad I wanted to be your son.
See, I always wanted to be a Donovan.
Always.
Here, take...
Take the keys.
Take 'em!
There's a reason that Michelle came back.
There's a reason.
I'm so sorry, Son.
She...
[shaky breath]
She brought your car back, so you can get in it and drive away!
Just go.
[heart monitor beeping]
[indistinct PA announcement]
[phone rings in the distance]
[whispers] Hey, Ter.
Hey.
What you said about me... about how I treat the family...
...you were right.
I don't deserve 'em.
[phone rings in the distance]
[indistinct PA announcement]
♪
Abby: ♪ Oh, the summertime is coming ♪
♪ And the leaves are sweetly blooming ♪
♪ And the wild mountain thyme ♪
♪ Grows around the blooming heather ♪
♪ Will you go, laddy, go?
♪ And we'll all ♪
♪ Go together ♪
♪ To pluck ♪
♪ Wild mountain thyme ♪
♪ All around ♪
♪ The blooming heather ♪
♪ Will you go, laddy, go? ♪
♪ I would surely ♪
♪ Find another ♪
♪ To pluck wild mountain thyme ♪
♪ All around the blooming heather ♪
♪ Will you go, laddy, go? ♪
♪ And we'll all ♪
♪ Go together ♪
♪ To pluck wild mountain thyme ♪
♪ All around ♪
♪ The blooming heather ♪
♪ Will you go, laddy? ♪
♪ Will you go? ♪
[sips]
All right, Charlie, I'm in.
Gentlemen, I'm sorry.
If you'll excuse me.
[footsteps approaching]
♪
Ray?
Ray.
My brother. Terry.
What is it?
He needs a priest.
Why? What happened?
He got sh*t.
He's dying.
[sighs]
I'm sorry, Ray.
Thinks he's going to hell.
What do you think?
I don't know anymore.
[rapid beeping]
Nurse!
[rapid beeping continues]
I need a cart in here.
[overlapping chatter]
Charge to 120.
Paddles.
Monitoring.
[power up whine]
Clear.
200.
Clear.
Atropine, 5 milligram...
Clear.
[overlapping chatter]
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been 36 years since my last confession.
I've hurt people.
Been violent all my life. Caused pain.
Romero: Confess your sins.
I k*lled Father O'Connor.
I sh*t him in the head.
He begged me for his life, and I sh*t him.
Will you accept Christ into your life?
I don't know how.
Can you find the Kingdom of God in your heart?
I can't find anything.
I...
I did what you said.
Now... make it right for him.
Please, just make it... make it right with God for my brother.
But what about you?
I don't care about me...
God does.
God cares about you.
I k*lled him. All right?
I said what you wanted me to say, so...
Why, Ray? Why did you do it?
I say I did it.
You say you forgive me.
Why did you do it?
Now you're just putting f*cking words in my mouth!
Why did you do it, Ray?
He told me I was smart.
All right?
[sniffling]
He took me places.
Bought me things.
And no one else in your life was doing that?
[choking sobs]
When he started in with me, he said I was special.
He said he saw something in me.
The things he did...
After a while, I stopped fighting him.
Of course you did.
I know how that feels. You wanted to please him.
No. It was more than that.
I cared for him.
I did it because I cared for him.
[sobs]
I see these f*cking pictures in my head every f*cking day!
Every night!
When I hug my kids, I see these f*cking pictures!
[choking sobs]
He shouldn't have done that to you, Ray.
You were just a boy.
[breathing heavily]
I don't need your f*cking sympathy.
What do you need?
I need to know my brother's gonna be all right.
I need to know my brother's not gonna die.
[crying]
I can't tell you that.
Ray... faith is the evidence of things not seen.
You asked God for forgiveness.
That has to be enough.
The rest is out of your control.
May God grant you pardon and peace.
I absolve you of your sins in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Ghost.
[♪ "The Vampyre of Time and Memory" ♪]
♪
♪ I want God to come ♪
♪ And take me home ♪
[footsteps approaching]
♪ 'Cause I'm all alone ♪
♪ In this crowd ♪
♪ Who are you to me? ♪
♪ Who am I supposed to be? ♪
♪ Not exactly sure ♪
♪ Anymore, mm ♪
♪ Where's this going to? ♪
♪ Can I follow through ♪
♪ Or just follow you ♪
♪ For a while? ♪
♪ Does... ♪
[whispers] Abby.
♪ Anyone ever get this right? ♪
♪ I feel ♪
Terry.
♪ No love ♪
I'm here.
♪
I'm here.
♪ Ain't no confusion here ♪
♪ It is as I feared ♪
♪ The illusion that you feel ♪
♪ Is real ♪
♪ To be vulnerable ♪
♪ Is needed most of all ♪
♪ If you intend to truly fall apart ♪
♪
♪ You think the worst of all ♪
♪ Is far behind ♪
♪ The vampyre ♪
♪ Of time and memories ♪
♪ Has d*ed ♪
♪ I survived ♪
♪ I speak, I breathe ♪
♪ I'm incomplete ♪
♪ I'm alive ♪
♪ Hooray! ♪
♪ You're wrong again ♪
♪ 'Cause I feel ♪
♪ No love ♪
♪ Does anyone ever ♪
♪ Get this right? ♪
♪
♪ Does anyone ever ♪
♪ Get this right? ♪
♪ I feel ♪
♪ No love ♪
♪ I feel ♪
♪ No love ♪
03x12 - Exsuscito
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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.
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.