Ray Donovan

Previously, on "Ray Donovan"...

Let me see your fuckin' hands!

Show me your fuckin' hands! Hands!

So if we pay him $9 million,

he'll go ahead with the deal at the lower price.

I'll talk to my father.

Fuckin'...

Oh!

You are fucking sorry! Get the...

‐ Get the fuck out! ‐ Ma'am, ma'am!

Jim Sullivan?

Look familiar?

Yes, I have some information

about Mickey Donovan.

*RAY DONOVAN* Season 07 Episode 05

*RAY DONOVAN* Episode Title : "An Irish Lullaby"

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Good morning.

Morning.

You okay?

Yeah. Sure.

Do you want some coffee?

I should probably go.

You say that a lot, don't you?

I mean, did it ever occur to you

maybe I'd like to go?

Maybe I'd like to be the one

to make the big, dramatic exit.

It's your place.

Yeah, exactly.

You act like you're the only person in the world

who struggles with intimacy.

Ray Donovan.

If this was 25 years ago,

I'd have put a fuckin' gun to your head.

How are you, Mr. Sullivan?

I've done pretty good for myself since you left.

I made the Forbes list.

Who knew?

Some might say, um, you picked the wrong horse.

So things didn't pan out for you in Hollywood,

workin' for that Jew?

Ezra.

I heard about your father, Ray.

My condolences.

I recall that you didn't think too highly of him.

Your father. Huh?

So what are you up to now, Ray?

You broke with the mayor?

I should go.

That's a hell of a picture you got of Kevin.

Fucked him up really good.

I gave it back.

I'd like to pay you. For assurances.

It's not necessary.

Good to see you, Ray.

Don't be a stranger.

'77 Brinks heist.

Who set it up? Who was it?

It was your mother.

Uh, she needed the money for your late‐term abortion.

Oh!

Don't fuck around.

Who are you? Who are you?

I'm the Cisco Kid. What's the difference who I am?

Look, you want me to break both your legs, I can do that.

Or maybe you can just tell me and you can walk away healthy.

Who was it?

It was Jimmy Sullivan, wasn't it?

Why are you protecting that scum?

Last time, Doyle.

Who was the double dealer?

Fuck you.

All right.

You should take this hose, Mick.

Shove it down his throat.

I'll turn on the spigot, he'll talk.

Mickey Donovan, I knew it was you.

You fuckin' rat bastard piece of shit.

Mickey Donovan is dead.

I have to listen to this fuckin' shit?

You stole my fuckin' life.

‐ You want this? Here. ‐ Hey. Oh, no, no, no, Mick.

‐ No, no, don't... ‐ This... here.

‐ Don't do this. ‐ That's it. That's it.

‐ Mickey, no! ‐ Here. You're gonna love it.

‐ Here. Turn it on! ‐ Ahh!

There.

Yeah, you like that? You like that?

‐ Isn't that nice? ‐

All right, okay. All right, all right.

‐ Turn it off. ‐

All right, you wanna talk? There, yeah.

‐ You had enough? ‐

Who was it? Who the fuck was it?

It was ma... O'Malley. O'Malley.

Your fuckin' buddy O'Malley, huh?

‐ Yeah, he set it up. ‐ Yeah.

Where is he now?

He's got dementia!

He... he won't know anything.

- Oh, fuck. - Where is he?

Patterson. He's... he's in a... in a...

in a home, uh... close to his boy.

Oh...

- I appreciate your help. - Fuck you, Mick.

Mickey Donovan died in an oil truck explosion.

Look it up.

Okay, that's it.

Okay, Pop. Like, what now?

I mean, he knows you're alive.

It don't matter. He won't talk.

We're on the path, kid.

‐ Don't worry so much. ‐ "We're on the path," okay.

You're a ghost, Mick. Let's fuckin' keep it that way.

Did you shoot that guy?

Hello?

You motherfucker.

What?

You and your company are fucking suing me?

Who is this?

I just got fucking served with papers in my kid's room.

‐ In his room. ‐ Ah... I'm not part of that.

Then why is your fuckin' name all over it, huh?

I took that thing,

- and I threw it in the garbage. - Oh, the fuck you did.

I swear to God.

Fuck you did.

Hey.

You all right?

Is he, uh...

I need that money.

I need them to pay me for what you fuckin' did.

I need to get my kid out of this fuckin' place.

Okay.

Like, where do you need to move him?

There's this guy

over at the Hospital for Special Surgery.

Top rated spinal surgeon, and he's our best chance

if Mateo's ever gonna walk again,

but they don't take Medicaid, so...

God damn it, never mind. You know what? Fuck you.

Fuck you.

No, wait.

Where do you wanna start today?

I met someone.

‐ A woman? ‐ I knew her when I was a kid.

Well, I didn't know her.

Well... she's younger than me, but I knew her father.

How do you feel?

I had to ask.

She's nice.

Really?

Maybe too nice.

Why do you say that?

Too nice for someone like me.

‐ Someone like you? ‐ Yeah, you know, someone who's

fucked up every relationship he's ever had.

So you're afraid you're not reliable.

You think you can change, Ray.

You think the work we do here

can help you do things differently.

I don't know.

Maybe we better talk about this.

‐ What? ‐ This. The Parkinson's.

‐ Why? ‐ The time will come

when I won't be able to practice anymore.

But that's not today.

When it's coming, I'll be able to give you fair warning

and help you to... help you to transition to someone else.

What do you mean, someone else?

Someone else.

Is this upsetting you, Ray?

This is Terry. Leave a message.

‐ Terry, answer your fuckin' phone, will you?

Can you take me to Church and Duane, please?

Ter?

It's open.

You all right?

I'm... I'm just tired.

I been in bed.

Three fuckin days?

I took a trip upstate.

With who?

It don't matter. I'm back now.

‐ You takin' your meds? ‐ I threw 'em away.

‐ What? ‐ I met a shaman.

‐ A what? ‐

Never mind.

Oh.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

‐ You're out of food. ‐ I'm fine.

No, you're not fine, Terry.

Am I out of beer?

No, you got three beers.

Then I'm fine.

You gotta eat, Ter.

And you gotta take your meds, all right?

Hey, Bunchy?

M‐Michael's wanting to talk to you in his office.