06x11 - Never Gonna Give You Up

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Previously, on
"Ray Donovan"...

You'll need to tape
the microphone

to your perineum.

You wore a f*cking wire.

f*cking rat ba...

He jumped!

I'm gonna need that money,
Raymond.

Help me!

- Shut up.
- You're my dad's friend.

I said "shut up."

f*ck out of here!
Get him out of here!

Where is she, assh*le?
f*ck you!

Where is she?

Where the f*ck...

I want to know where he is!

- Tell me, huh?
- f*ck you!

You got one f*cking chance...

One f*cking chance
to tell me where

your dumb husband and that
little Donovan c**t are.

I don't know what the f*ck
you're talking about!

Tell me.

Where's Mac?
Where's your husband?

What?

Okay.

I said okay!

- Hey, Jimmy.
- It's okay, baby.

Be a good boy
and go back to bed.

That's Mac's place
on the left.

- Stay here.
- What?

Anything happens, call the FBI
and give them the address,

the names Mike Radulovic
and Sean McGrath.

- You got it?
- Ray, I mean, I can...

Say it back to me.

Uh, Mike Radulovic
and... and Sean McGrath.

Good.

sh*t.

Don't f*cking move.

Give me your g*n.

f*ck you, man.

Where's Donovan?

You're the bitch-ass cop
who kidnapped my niece, huh?

Get on your knees.

You are a f*cking dead man.

Raymond!

What the f*ck are you doing?

Ray.

Ray.

Ray.

Now wait.
Where the f*ck you going?

Ray.

Ray.

What are you doing, man?

Raymond, listen.

We got a dead cop
in that house.

Don't need to draw attention
to ourselves.

Raymond?

Raymond,
are you listening to me?

- Ah, f*ck.
- Ray, what is it?

Oh, Jesus.

- Where's Mac?
- I-I don't know.

Where's my f*cking daughter?

Honest to God,
Ray, I don't know nothing.

Please...

- Jesus.
- You don't f*cking know?

Huh?

f*ck, Ray!
Stop!

An exclusive tonight,

The New York Tribune
is claiming to have

a verified audio recording
of Mayor Ed Feratti saying,

and I quote,

"Scholl.
k*ll him.

Make him disappear."
End quote.

As in Gregory R. Scholl, judge
of the Seventh District.

f*ck.

She's f*cking dead.

- What?
- They f*cking k*lled her.

- Oh, f*ck.
- What?

f*ck.

Yeah.

Come on, Whit.

You couldn't
have possibly expected

to dethrone the king
on his own b*ttlefield.

I'm on fire tonight.

Good sign for tomorrow.

Auspicious,
to say the least.

Well, I just came
for the free beer

and the ass-kicking.

If true,
the Mayor of New York City

is guilty of conspiracy
to commit m*rder.

And all this on the eve
of a hotly contested election

between Feratti
and his unexpected rival,

Anita Novak.

Raymond, what are you doing?

We got to get the f*ck
out of here.

Ah.

- Ray.
- What's up?

Have you seen
the news, you f*cking moron?

Where's my daughter?

Who the f*ck is this?

Please.

Just tell me where she is,
and I'll fix it.

Your daughter?

What are you talking about?

If you tell me where she is,

I can make it go away,
I promise.

f*ck.

Ray, what's up?

Yeah?

You took his kid?

Who's this?

Don't play f*cking stupid.
Find him, bring him to me.

You understand
what I'm saying?

Yes, sir.

Get it done.

Yeah?

Ray.

Listen.

Where the f*ck is she, Mac?

She's fine.

I had to move her.

What do you mean?

We got to meet.

Where?

India Street,
by the Greenpoint Terminal.

- Ray, who was that?
- Mac's got her.

Where are we...
Where are we going?

I need to do this
on my own, Mick.

Raymond!
Ray!

Take the bodies to Sandy's.
I'll meet you there.

I'm tired...

and you're tired...

so let's cut
the f*cking bullshit.

Where is your father?

I don't know.

I told you a hundred
f*cking times already.

You've been arrested
for attempted m*rder,

aiding and abetting
a known cop k*ller,

and two counts
of armed robbery.

That's a 30-year stretch,
minimum.

Are you on the spectrum,
Mr. Donovan?

No.

Then why are you acting
like you are?

f*ck you.

Does the name Tony Bartlett
mean anything to you?

- No.
- Oh.

Well, he's the corrections
officer you hit in the head

with a 16-ounce Stanley hammer.

You fractured his skull,

caused his brain to bleed.

The man was
in a medically induced coma

for three weeks.

You have a daughter, right?

Yeah.

Tell me about her.

Go f*ck yourself.

Where is your father?

Where is Mickey, Brendan?

I don't know.

And even if I did...

I wouldn't tell you.

So why don't you leave me
the f*ck alone?

Ray tried to k*ll you?

Yeah.
He poisoned me.

To save Abby?

Right.

Ugh, sounds like Ray.

He was a very strange child.

Well, he still is.

As a toddler,
he'd get so angry,

he'd hold his breath
until he passed out.

That or slam his head
into a hard surface.

And Mary?

She was worried
more about him than the others.

Some children are either
destined for greatness

or madness.

So...

Bridget gonna take
your last name?

Oh...

Uh, w-we haven't really talked
about that yet.

'Cause Smith
is pretty f*cking boring.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, don't worry, kid.
Bridget will be fine.

Trust me.

Donovans are a special breed.

We got our ride!

What's this?

Is this Granny's quilt?

Yeah.
It's all they had up there.

All right.

Hey, son.

- You're bleeding.
- Huh?

You're bleeding.

Yeah.
This m*therf*cker hit me.

You could be concussed.
Look at me.

Follow my finger.

Well, don't move your head.
Just... just your eyes.

With your eyes,
just with your eyes.

- No, without moving your head...
- Pop, I'm fine! I'm fine!

Grab his f*cking head.
I'll grab his legs.

Get some ice on it.

Yeah.

All right, just roll it up
like a burrito here.

There we go.

Just roll him in there.

That's it.
Roll him.

Yeah, roll him.

You armed?

- Give me your g*n.
- Where is she?

Once that sh*t with Feratti
and Scholl hit the news,

they would've k*lled her, Ray.

I'll get you passports.
I'll get you money.

I'll get you out of
the f*cking country... anything.

Just tell me where she is.

You think you're better
than me, don't you?

I didn't say that.

'Cause in another life,
we could've been brothers.

- Where is she, Mac?
- Let me f*cking talk.

None of this was my idea.

None of it.

You understand that, Ray?
It was Rad. Rad did it.

I-I know.

When it all went down,

when it happened so fast,
when... when they nabbed Emerson,

I didn't have a f*cking choice.

I'd have done the same thing.

Don't say that.

No, you wouldn't.

Don't f*cking lie
to me, Ray.

What do you want me
to say, Mac?

You gave a sh*t about me.

You didn't think
I was useless.

My whole f*cking life,
no one took me serious.

Thought I was soft.

But you...

You believed in me.

You took me serious.

You were my friend.

It's gonna be all right, Mac.
Just...

just let me know
where she is, all right?

I would never hurt her, Ray.

I know you wouldn't.

Follow me.

Ray may be walking
right into a trap,

and I'm not there
to back him up, you know?

Yeah.
Ray should be fine, though.

Come on, let's just hurry up
and do this.

What the f*ck?

Where is he?

Look at this.

Look, he got all this way
with half his brain missing.

Something, man.
Got to hand it to him, huh?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, Jesus.

Listen to me.

Do something good
with your last f*cking breath.

Tell me where
my granddaughter is.

Tell me.

Tell me, psycho.

Tell her...

Tell her what?

Tell her what?

Tell Barbara...

What the f*ck?

What the fu... tell me!

Fucker, tell me!

- Tell me!
- Pop, Pop.

- Tell me!
- Pop! Pop...

he's gone.

He's gone, Mick.

All right, all right!

Terry Donovan?

Who wants to know?

Agent Ange Howe, FBI.

What do you want?

It's actually pretty simple,
Mr. Donovan.

I want you to accompany me
to the Federal Building

and talk some sense
into your dumb-as-f*ck brother.

W-well, I thought
I wasn't allowed to see him.

W-what's changed?

You helping me help him.

All right.

Just... just give me a minute.

Where is she, Mac?

They were going to k*ll her.
Just remember that.

I saved her.
I saved both of you.

What room?

216.

You're okay.
Look at me.

You okay? Huh?

You're all right? Okay.
I'll get you out of here.

Amber.

You f*cking assh*le.

It's over.

Just tell Jimmy
that I love him.

We never want
to see you again.

You hear me, Mac?
Not ever.

I'm sorry.

f*ck you, Mac.

Oh, baby.

You're okay, sweetheart.

What was that?

Come on.
We got to get out of here.

- Can you walk?
- Mm-hmm.

All right, come on.

Here we go.

Judge Scholl.

I should have
my f*cking head examined,

sitting here with you now.

Look at me.

It's complete bullshit,

just like that bit
with Cesar Martinez,

the r*pist in Central Park.

She made it up.

Then what did I just hear
on the news?

Winslow's got all of Hollywood
working for her.

What, you think
they can't manufacture

something like this?

But I promise you...

we're gonna f*cking nail
her ass to the wall.

We're winning
the election tomorrow,

and the day after that,

it's the beginning
of Sam Winslow's f*cking end.

All right?

Ugh, should've been a hooker.

A what?

I'm stout.

You're what?

I'm mean as a mama wasp
staring down a can of Raid.

I got good eye
and foot coordination, too.

- You never watch this?
- No, not really.

A hooker is the
strongest position in rugby.

It's a real sport
for real men...

None of this p*ssy
soccer bullshit.

Anyway, I got to deploy
the "USS Brownfish."

Deploy what?

I'm taking a sh*t,
you dumb-ass.

Oh.

If the President calls,
I'll be in my office.

You all right?

You sure you don't want
to see a doctor or something?

I don't need a doctor.
I just want to see Smitty.

Why?

What?

Why would you do that?

Do what?

Jump.

Was it because of Mom?

Was it something else?

Please tell me.

Just help me understand.

What are you so afraid of?

- Call Smitty.
- Dad.

Call him.

Let him know
you're all right.

Uh, hello?

Smitty, it's me.

Oh!

Jesus f*ck.
Hey, babe.

Um, are... are you...
Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm not hurt.
Honestly, I'm fine.

f*ck, babe, I-I'm going
out of my mind.

What happened?

I promise, everything's
gonna be all right.

My dad has me, and we're on
our way to you.

Um, w-w-where are you?

We just left Queens.
We'll be there soon.

- Okay.
- I'll explain later.

And, um...

um, you're... you're not hurt?

No, honestly, I'm fine.

Oh, babe...

I f*cking love you.

Me too.
I'll see you soon.

Do I look slimmer?

Um...

Bridget's safe.

Praise Jesus,
Mary, and Joseph.

Where's Mr. Pin-Up?

- Oh, f*ck!
- f*cking crazy...

Now you're gonna die

right now, you f*cking...

I'm gonna f*cking
k*ll you!

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll you!

f*ck...

Oh, sh*t.

Look, I'm so sorry.
I'm...

Oh.

What do you know?

It's a cop kebab.

Bunchy...

you're facing 30 years
without parole.

Yeah, you make a deal.

You give them Mick.

Why?

So I can send him
down the river

for another crime
he didn't commit?

You ever wonder

what it must have been like
doing 20 at Walpole?

And for what, huh?

f*cking nothing.

The man's a monster.

He was a terrible father.

He's a rat himself.

f*ck him.

Sure...

he made...

a lot of mistakes.

But look at me, hmm?

You think there's ever a chance
that Maria could end up normal?

Or that Bridget or Conor
could end up normal?

Terry...

Look at yourself.

We're f*cking Donovans.

We're cursed.

Bullshit.

Don't you think
it was kind of inevitable, Ter?

I was always gonna end up
like this.

You're a father.

You still got a life.

My life ended 30 years ago.

Don't you do this to me.

I'm sorry.

Hey, I'm done in here.

I shouldn't have let him
go on his own.

I should've gone with him.

Call him.

If he hasn't called us,
he hasn't found her yet.

You don't know that, Pop.

I do know that.
I know my boy.

- Mick...
- I know Ray

better than
he knows himself.

Something is f*cking wrong.
I know it.

Fine.
I'll call him.

Hey, Ray, what's up, man?
It's me.

Oh, thank God.

Yeah, yeah,
we're almost there.

- Whew.
- Whew.

♪ ...any other guy ♪

♪ I just want to tell you
how I'm feeling ♪

♪ Gotta make you understand ♪

♪ Never gonna give you up ♪

♪ Never gonna let you down ♪

♪ Never gonna run around
and desert you ♪

♪ Never gonna make you cry ♪

♪ Never gonna say good-bye ♪

♪ Never gonna tell a lie
and hurt you ♪

♪ We've known each other
for so long ♪

W-what are
we gonna do, Sandy?

Who knows, kid?

We'll think of something.

Oh, my God.

I just k*lled a cop.

I'm a m*rder*r.

I'm a f*cking...

Hey, I got an idea.

Yeah?

You want a drink?

No, I don't want
a f*cking drink.

Well, I want a f*cking drink.

Put it down.

Yeah.

What happened here?

Smitty Donovan here
tried to start a fire.

Got carried away.

That right?

Well, now you're
acquainted with corpses,

maybe you can help Daryll
in the back.

With what?

We got another one in the car.

Oh, sh*t.

- Go ahead.
- Okay.

You can make me
one of those.

Would be my delight.

You know where we can get
a backhoe?

I might be able
to scrounge one up.

Yeah.

He can't do this kind of time.

I know.

If I give you my old man,

will you cut him a deal?

As long as he testifies.

All right.

Bridge.

Dad.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, sweetheart.
I did this.

I did this,
all of it.

- Stop.
- I was so scared.

- So f*cking scared.
- It's okay.

Will you get help?

I don't want to find you dead
in some parking lot.

Because that's
where all of this is going.

One day
I will just get a call,

and you'll be dead,
like your friend.

You okay?

Yeah?

Oh, f*ck.

Oh, thank God.

- It's okay. I'm fine.
- Okay.

Come on.

How do you propose
that we dispose

of these bodies?

I'd say...
I'd say cut them up.

Identifiable parts
in the ocean

and the rest
maybe in the backyard.