07x06 - Inside Guy

[bunniefuu]

[Ray] Previously,
on Ray Donovan...

♪ dark music ♪

[g*nshots]

- [man] I'll f*cking k*ll you.
- [Sandy gagging]

I'll f*ck--
[moans] Uhh!

[g*nsh*t]

[thud]

♪ dark music ♪

♪♪♪

Look familiar?

[dark music continues]

Put the money
in the plastic bag.

[Adam] Ohh!
Stop!

- [Smitty grunting]
- Aah! Oh!

♪♪♪

Smitty--

[dark music continues]

♪♪♪

- [electric buzzing]
- Aah!

Pop, come on.

Aah!

[all screaming]

♪ dark music builds ♪

[insects chirping]

[dog barks distantly]

[wheels rattling]

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[Sandy] This is it.

[Mickey] Someone's comin'.

[Sandy] The rate he's movin',

he won't be here
for another week.

[door closes]

[laughing]

[snorts]

Check it out.
[chuckling]

[chuckling softly]

[wolf whistles]

"Your name
is Larry O'Malley.

The year is 2019.

You are in a nursing home

in Patterson, New Jersey."

See?
He was pretty far gone.

Yeah.
Check this out.

'Member those days?
[chuckling]

[Mickey] Listen to this.

"You have two children.

Their names are Gary
and Ronny."

And it lists the addresses
and telephone numbers.

As the people would say here,

bingo.

[elevator bell dings]

[Molly moans]

- [thud]
- [Molly grunts]

[Molly groans]

- [Bridget squeals] f*ck off!
- [Molly] Oh--

[Bridget] Oh, Dad!

[exhales]
Who are you?

I-I'm Molly.

You just scared
the sh*t outta me, Molly.

- Can you give us a minute?
- Yeah, of course.

[sighs]

[Ray, muffled]
What are you doin' here?

- [Bridget sniffles]
- [Ray] What's wrong?

- [exhales]
- What?

When you h-had affairs,

what did you do
to make it better?

[cries softly]

What happened, sweetheart?

I slept with Adam.

I slept with Adam,
and then I told Smitty,

and then Smitty att*cked him
with a bat and broke his arm

and...got arrested.

- Where is he?
- I posted his bail, but...

the charges--can you...
talk to Adam about that?

Talk to him?

Get him to drop the charges?

[sighs]
Sweetheart,

I think that's somethin'
you gotta do.

♪ soft music ♪

♪♪♪

[elevator bell dings]

Ha ha.
Um...

Sorry.
Who--who are you?

I'm Molly Sullivan.

- So?
- I'm here with Ray.

- Well, where's Ray?
- He's in with Bridget.

- Bridget's here?
- Yeah.

Okay. Ha.

I lived a few blocks
from you when we were kids.

- Molly Sullivan!
- That's right.

- [giggles]
- Wow, uh...

[ahem]
Ray.

- I really need to talk to ya.
- All right.

'Scuse me.

Sorry.

Shouldn't take long.

[wheels rumbling]

What's goin' on,
Bunch?

The kid I sh*t.

[Bunchy continues muffled]

If I were you...

I, uh, I wouldn't touch our
family with a ten-foot pole.

[Bunchy continues, muffled]

Thanks.

[door clicks shut]

- I stole it.
- From where?

- It doesn't matter.
- Are you outta

- your f*ckin' mind, Bunch?
- I sh*t the kid.

Because he was tryin'
to rob your store!

You said
that I had stepped up,

that I did
what I had to do.

But I didn't.

I'm just tryin' to do
the right f*ckin' thing.

Why didn't you just come
talk to me?

I mean, for f*ck's sake,
if you need money,

- you can come work for me.
- Really?

Yeah.

[sighs]

[door rumbles open]

- I'm sorry about that.
- No need to apologize.

I should go.

All right.
I'll call you a car.

You know, my place
is a lot less crowded.

Your daughter's
a lot like you.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Smart, tough,

angry.

Honest.

Is she okay?

She's only been married
four months

and she's already
having an affair.

[murmurs under breath]

And...what about
your brother?

[inhales]
He's all bent outta shape

'cause he sh*t some kid

who was robbin'
the store he works in.

[small exhale]

And you're the one
in therapy.

[chuckles]

[softly] Yeah.

I-I thought you went
back to Boston.

Somethin' came up.

[Molly] Well,
don't you have a hotel?

Happy to see you, too, Moll.

Who wants a drink?

How's the family, Ray?

All right.

Yeah?

Musta been a hard year.

All that loss.

Yeah.

Have a seat.
Sit down.

Go on.

You don't wanna sit
with an old man?

- Dad, he wants to go.
- It's all right.

Thanks.

[groans]

So Mick went out
in a ball of flame, huh?

How was the funeral?

We had a little wake
at the apartment.

No body?

Somebody k*lled
Billy Doyle.

Outside-a Boston.

You--Did ya know him?

But you knew Larry O'Malley.

The cop?

Yeah.
They got to him too.

f*ckin' electrocuted him.

- ♪ uneasy music ♪
- So here's the thing.

Me, O'Malley, and Doyle,
we did this job, uh,

back in '77.

You know who else
was on that job?

Your father.

Both-a those guys get k*lled

right after Mick supposedly
gets his ass blown up

on a f*ckin' bus.

I would feel a whole lot better

if there was a body, Ray.

And then I got
17 missed calls

from O'Malley's
little runt of a kid, Ronny.

He thinks I'm killin'
these people.

It would be fine if--
if I was, but I'm not.

He thinks I'm trying to get
his old man's tapes.

What tapes?

O'Malley was my inside guy

for years.

Frickin'...

wired his office like he was
Richard f*ckin' Nixon.

He and his boys--

they are skids,
that whole family.

They been holdin' those tapes
over my head

ever since he left the force.

Thirty years payin' for
their trips to Cancun,

their wives' fake tits.

You be me, Ray.

Who's bumpin' these guys off?

♪ uneasy music ♪

[chuckles]

♪♪♪

Thanks for the drink.

[elevator doors open, close]

What the f*ck is going on?

You know,
I've always liked Ray.

He's a good worker.

Creative with v*olence.

[Mickey] See that address?

Four-oh-four.

Five six.

Those numbers
mean anything to you?

- [Sandy] Not me.
- [Daryll] no.

Why, should it?

I guess I'm just lookin'
for a sign...

things are gonna be right.

Pop, let me do this one.

What?

Yeah,
let me do this one.

What for?

'Cause I don't want
any more people k*lled.

Stay in the car.

[dog barks distantly]

I'll be right back.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[phone thunks down]

[inhales, exhales]

[Bunchy]
Hey, Ray.

[Ray]
What's goin' on?

- What do ya mean?
- What are you doin' here?

What--You said
that I could come work for ya.

- What?
- Last night you said

I could come work for ya.

Yeah, I-I know what I said,
I-I--

I just didn't know
you meant today.

- You forgot.
- No, I didn't f*ckin' for--

Where's Smitty?

[scoffs]
Jesus, I mean, I...

I put on a suit
and everything.

- Where'd you get that?
- What do you mean?

[phone chimes]

Come on.
I gotta get outta here.

All right.

- You look good.
- Yeah?

Nice suit.

[small laugh]

I really appreciate ya
givin' me this job.

You know, I was thinkin',

I don't know, uh,
how you do

payroll or whatever,
but...

you--you think I might
get an advance?

What for?

That kid's surgery.

[inhales, exhales]

Sure, Bunch.

Thank you.

I-I'll work it off
super fast.

[ahem]

So what are we doin'?

I'm gonna drop ya off
at JFK.

I want ya to talk to a woman
named Patty at Lufthansa.

Okay.
Why?

[sighs]

I wanna make sure
Mick got on that plane.

[tapes clattering softly]

They're all dated.

They're all dated nice
and neat.

Ha ha.

[sucks teeth]

You're awfully
quiet back there.

[Mickey] Daryll, it's not
your fault he pulled a g*n.

Put it behind you, Daryll.

It's the past.
You done--you done your best.

Don't worry.

[softly] Don't worry.

Things are gonna go good.
You'll see.

We got the goods.
We got the goods here.

[murmurs]
Yeah.

[dog barks]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Hello?

Ronny?

♪♪♪

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

♪ dark, uneasy music ♪

♪♪♪

[line ringing]

- [phone rings]
- Yeah.

Ronny's dead.

Jesus.

f*ck.

Whoever k*lled him
cracked his safe.

Looks like they got
what they were lookin' for.

Anything you wanna tell me?

I didn't do this, Ray.
Hand to God.

This wasn't me.

I sent one of my guys over
to O'Malley's nursing home.

Last thing anybody knew,

Larry went swimming.

A black guy signed him out.

- What's the name?
- J. White.

Common f*ckin' name.
Could be J-Jeffrey, J--

[phone beeps]

[click]

- [phone rings]
- f*ck you.

I'll--You know what,
I'll f*ck your eye sockets

till that senile brain
drips out...

- [ringing]
- Your motherfuckin' ears.

[inhales]

- [exhales]
- [ringing]

Yeah, Dad.

I need ya to come back
to New York,

do somethin' for me.

Why don't ya get Kevin?

He can ruin his manicure.

I don't need Kevin.

Well, what do I get
out of it?

We'll talk about that
when you get here.

[Terry] Yeah?

Hey, it's--

it's Smitty, um...

Can I come in?

Door's f*ckin' open.

What do you got, like a sun
allergy or somethin'?

[Terry]
What do ya need?

I got arrested last night.

So?

I never been arrested before.

What did you do?

Ugh...

I b*at some guy up

with a baseball bat.

Why?

He had sex with Bridget.

Ah, Jesus.

[Smitty]
What do I do, Terry?

I thought that, you know,
she loved me.

Di--didn't you think
that she loved me?

- [phone rings]
- Sh--

- Where's--where's my phone?
- [ringing]

[ringing]

I didn't think she'd cheat.

[ringing]

- [Mickey] Everybody cheats.
- [phone beeps]

What?

I don't think
Mick got on that plane.

- What?
- I'm guessin' he's up to

somethin' with Daryll.

Can you get to Sandy's
and see if anyone's there?

Yeah. Uh, S-Smitty's here.
He can drive me.

- The f*ck's he doin' there?
- He's all bent outta shape

over Bridget.

- [under breath] Jesus Christ.
- [phone beeps]

[click]

Ah...all right, big poppy.

You're drivin'.

So you think that you're--

[line rings]

[sighs]

[Daryll] Yo, yo!
This is Double D,

Daryll Donovan,
Mr. lucky producer,

- [whispers] Oh, fu--
- Busy motherfuck--

[phone beeps]

You know, when I first
met Bridget, I was--

I was dying.

I wasn't really in the-the
head space to think about,

you know,
what she needed or--

Yeah, well, it w--it--it was
a rough time for her too.

So what do I do?

I mean, am I--am I supposed
to do somethin'?

Well, you b*at up
the guy.

Ya got arrested.

That's a good way-a
showin' someone

ya love 'em.

So now I just go back
and...

just forgive her?

That depends.
Does she wanna be forgiven?

Well, she hasn't apologized.

[sighs]
Look, I-I don't know sh*t

about women or love,
bu-but I do know

that you can't
give a woman somethin'

they just didn't f*ckin'
ask for in the first place.

[light clattering,
liquid pours]

[object thunks down]

Here you are, Sandy.

Aw, thanks.

- [phone rings]
- f*ck!

Yo, Ray keeps callin' me.

- [ringing]
- Turn your phone off.

[ringing]

f*ck, Ray!

[groans] Ahh...

No, Sandy, not while
it's ringin'!

He's gonna know
I sent him to voicemail.

I hate f*ckin' cell phones!

I miss...phone booths.

Nobody ever got eaten out
inside a cell phone.

[chuckling]

The sh*t on this tape
is unbelievable.

Jimmy Sullivan'll give us
anything we want.

Your future
is secure, Daryll.

Yeah, how many
dead bodies later?

Stop dwellin' on that.

Wasn't your fault.

Look, I told ya,

big guy upstairs
is lookin' out for us.

There is no big guy upstairs,
okay?

There is no fate
guiding our f*cking steps.

All I see is us f*cking up.

I'm sorry, Pop,

but I don't see what you see.

Well, you can't see love
either.

- Oh, Jesus.
- [Mickey] But it exists.

I made a promise

to your mother, Daryll,
when you were a baby.

And I just wanna keep my word.

Remember when you came
to visit me at Walpole?

You ran away from home,

took the Greyhound
cross-country.

You remember that,
huh?

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah, two decades in lockup,

and that was...

that was the one greatest day.

[Mickey, softly]
Yeah.

The money from that heist
shoulda gone to you kids.

And now I'm gonna
get it for ya.

♪ unsettling music ♪

♪♪♪

Sandy!

And this is where
we had our wedding night.

Jesus Christ.
Stop f*ckin' moanin'.

- [cane thudding]
- Just go and check

if the car's out back.

Smitty!

What are ya doin'?

Check the garage,
ya dumb f*ck!

Yeah, I [stammering] I--
I got it.

[click, beep]

[female voice] You are
sixty days behind

on your water and sewer bill.

- Hey there's no car out there.
- [beep]

[Chad] Hi, yeah, this is Chad
here at Dusty Bottoms

in Rose Beach
just calling to say

you left your
credit card here.

You, um, gave me your number
so, uh, yeah,

your card's here.

[click]

[phone rings]

- [beep]
- Yeah.

[Bunchy] Mick never
got on the plane.

Thanks, Bunch.

What should I do now?

I'll call you when I need you.

♪ tense music ♪

♪♪♪

[door bangs open]

[dog barks distantly]

[tense music continues]

♪♪♪

[woman] You got a warrant?

- What?
- Officer, please provide me

with your badge number
and warrant.

I'm not a cop.

Let it be shown the officer
refuses to provide a warrant.

My brother
lives here.

Your brother?

Daryll Donovan.

You ever met Daryll?

- Half-brother.
- I'm calling the cops.

If he comes back,
tell him I'm lookin' for him.

[phone rings]

Yeah, Ter.

I found her.
Rose Beach.

Someplace called
Dusty Bottoms.

Sandy left her
credit card there.

f*ckin' idiot.

[tires screech]

[door thuds closed]

Hey.

I'm so sorry
about what happened.

He busted up my car.

Ugh. You have insurance,
right?

How easy do you think
it is for me to replace

my Tom Murphy Les Paul?

And I can't
f*ckin' play.

I'm sorry you got
your arm broken.

"I got my arm broken"?
Like I fell off a swing?

You knew I was married.

You knew that there
could be consequences.

Not getting hit with
a f*ckin' bat consequences.

I had to cancel
three months of dates.

I need you to drop
the charges against Smitty.

Well, that is not
a fair thing to ask.

Adam...

is the story
that you want out there

that you slept with your
married 21-year-old intern

and then her husband
b*at the sh*t out of you?

It's not a very
rock 'n' roll reason

to cancel a tour.

You could say

you broke your arm...
trashing your own equipment

during a--a hot session.

I mean, that's kinda
early Who bad-ass.

I like you.

I really do,
and I-I-I love your talent.

Even when you plagiarize.

I'll drop the charges.

- You will?
- Yeah, I'll tell the cops

it never happened.

Thank you.

[beep, line rings]

[phone rings]

[beep]

Yo.

[sighs]
I need you to meet me.

[Terry] Why?

I need a car.

Ray Donovan's
workin' for you?

Ray did this
on his own.

He's got a thing for Molly.

[coughs]
He says the tapes are gone.

And you believe him.

I dunno.

He's playin' you.
Don't f*ckin' delude yourself.

Okay, when I bring you
the tapes, what do I get?

You get to save
your own f*ckin' skin.

We could lose
everything we got.

Kevin's job.

- What?
- I want Kevin's job.

I wanna...run the company.

[small laugh]
No.

Why? 'Cause I didn't
go to college?

I don't see your
f*ckin' diploma on the wall.

We go public,

you think the stockholders
are gonna be able to trust you,

guy with your history?

You're on your own then,
Pop.

Let me know how it all
works out for ya.

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

[tires screeching]

♪ suspenseful music ♪

♪♪♪

[whispers]
f*ck!

[phone rings]

You gonna answer that?

[huffs]
No.

- Talk to your wife.
- [ringing]

[beep]

Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Adam's gonna drop
the charges.

Why?

So you won't have to
go to jail or get fined.

He's not even gonna
charge us for the damages.

- "Us"?
- Yeah, I'm your wife, so--

No, no, no, no, y-y-you
don't get to say "us" anymore.

Smitty, p-please--

No...[stammering] I-I--

I want those charges back,
okay?

You have no right to undo

any of the things
that I do, okay?

- [click]
- [huffs]

[exhales]

Did you hang up
on her?

Yep.

Where's your f*ckin'
manners?

You know she cheated on me.

You ain't leavin' her,
she ain't leavin' you.

- Oh, you don't know that.
- Yeah?

K-kid, you married her forever
when you k*lled that cop.

What's that supposed to mean?

We got bodies
buried in the backyard.

You joined the family then.

I don't think you're leavin'
anytime soon.

[siren whooping]

[Smitty exhales]

What are we gonna do?

Where's Ray keep his
registration?

Don't open the f*ckin'
glove box

in front of
the f*ckin' police.

Take it easy.

I-i-is there a problem,
Officer?

Get out.

What, am--am I in
some sort of trouble?

- Get out of the car.
- [cuffs clinking]

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back, Mr. Smith.

♪ tense music ♪

[Terry grunts]

♪♪♪

Hey--Ow!

Watch your head.

♪ heavy music ♪

♪♪♪

[brakes squealing
intermittently]

[dance music over speakers]

♪♪♪

[overlapping chatter]

[person wolf whistles]

Hey, Tab Hunter.
Yeah, you, boo thang in a suit.

Come here.
Let me lay one on you.

They're only temporary.

Not like what you're doing
to my heart right now, Hunty.

You know where I could
find Dusty Bottoms?

One block down, take a right,
you can't miss it.

Well, come back
if you change your mind?

[loud dance music]

♪♪♪

[whooping, cheering]

[emcee] Ride 'Em Night starts
in about an hour, folks.

Who wants to ride
Mr. Angus McBangus over there?

Sign up with me,
Hedda Lettuce, at the DJ booth.

- [continues indistinctly]
- [man] Hey!

[emcee] Keep it movin', boys.
Keep it movin'!

[thumping dance music
continues]

♪♪♪

What can I get
for you, sweetie?

I'm here to pick up
a credit card.

Sandy...Patrick?

- Yeah.
- And you are?

Her son.

- She's your mother?
- Yeah.

What was it like
growing up with her?

I'll take a Johnnie Walker
Black, neat, please.

I get it.
Save it for your therapist.

Wanna start a tab?

[soft chuckle]

Yeah.

[thumping dance music
continues]

♪♪♪

Uh, excuse me.

There was a boy
in that room.

You know, he had his
mother there all the time--

Mateo Santiago?

Are you a family member?

Friend of the family.

Let me get someone else
to speak with you.

- Just a moment.
- Well, why can't you

speak with me?

Why?
Where'd ya move him to?

Hey, Brendan.

Oh, guess you heard.

- Heard what?
- The punk you sh*t.

He didn't make it.

He had an infection.

[snaps]
Went right like that.

Survival
of the fittest, huh?

♪ somber music ♪

♪♪♪

Want a stick?

Suit yourself.

Your wife's dead
grandfather--

he capable of k*lling
three cops all by himself?

[Smitty] Mickey?

[scoffs]

Ugh...oh, he--

he was a bad guy.

But three?

In one night?

And cut 'em up in pieces
and drop them in the Sound?

He was really scary.

He terrified me.

Why do you think Mickey
would k*ll three cops

he didn't know?

- You'd have to ask him.
- Mm.

[distant boat horn blows]

Your father-in-law...Ray.

- Mm-hmm.
- Does he know

that he's putting you and your
wife into all sorts of trouble?

- What do you mean?
- Did you know, Mr. Smith,

that murdering three cops

earns you three consecutive
life sentences?

Did you know being
accessory to that crime

carries the same sentence?

Just like you
k*lled them yourself.

On the night of November 7th,

you were at the JWH show
at Madison Square Garden.

- Yeah, that's right.
- Okay.

[Jonathan and singers] ♪ That
thing, that thing I like ♪

♪ That thing,
that thing you do ♪

♪ That thing I like ♪

♪ Now you got me
goin' craz-- ♪

- [click]
- [music stops]

What's the next line?

- Hmm?
- In the song.

- The next line.
- I-in that song?

Come on--number one
on the charts for 18 weeks.

I don't--I don't know
that--that song.

I don't know, I mean--
I'm just not...

You know, I-I'm not really
like a lyrics guy.

Girl, your body got me
saying ooh...

Ooh--Oh, ooh.
Yeah, okay, that one.

♪ suspenseful music ♪

Why even give me
an alibi?

- What?
- I wasn't even looking at you.

And I wasn't even
looking at your wife.

But then I started to.

Your father-in-law
makes it his business

to avoid consequences,

but you, your wife...
you're easier to spot.

What--Are you arresting me?

Either you were lying
for your father-in-law,

or he is lying for you.

- Are you arresting me?
- We're just talking.

But you need to start listening
to what I have to say.

[gum paper rustles]

[whooping, yelling]

[h*nky tonk playing
over speakers]

[emcee] Whoo-ee!
This cowpoke

can come ride my bull
anytime!

Hee-haw!
Ha ha ha ha ha!

♪♪♪

- [emcee] Mickey?
- [Mickey] Hey, baby.

[emcee] Gimme a hug!
So good to see you.

- [Mickey] Good to see you.
- [emcee] Muah, muah!

- [Mickey] Muah!
- Take care of yourself.

- [Mickey] All right, baby.
- [emcee] All right...

[Mickey] Take care-a that bull.

[emcee] The man owes me $5.

[crowd] I'm here,

I'm q*eer, and I'm Country!

[whooping, cheering]

[thumping music]

♪♪♪

[music thumping distantly]

♪♪♪

[Ray] Oof!

[groans]
Ohh...

[grunts]

[breathing hard]

What are you doin',
Daryll?

You know, f*ck you, Ray.

What's goin' on?

Y-you know, Ray--Ray,

you don't get it.

[grunts]
What don't I get?

Why you're following Mick
around

like some f*ckin'
trained monkey?

[spits]

What did you just say
to me?

I called you
a f*ckin' monkey.

Oof!

Okay.

You wanna know
what I was doin', hmm?

You wanna know what
I was doin' with Mick?

Oof!

[shrill cry]
Aah!

Ohh...

Ohh!

[Daryll groans]

- [Daryll] m*therf*cker!
- Aah--uhh--

[Daryll groaning, grunting]

[grunts]

[gasping]

[wheezes]

- [Ray grunts]
- [Daryll gasping]

When we first met...

I saw it on your face.

You was thinking,
"This n*gg*r..."

What?

Yeah.

[panting] So I want you
to say it to my face.

[huffs]
Say what?

You never thought of me
as a brother.

[Ray] Go f*ck yourself,
Daryll.

[bottle scrapes]

Uhh!

[thud]

♪ dark, heavy music ♪

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[dark music continues]

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