Ray Donovan

Previously, on "Ray Donovan"...

I'll fucking kill you.

I'll fuck... Uhh!

Look familiar?

Put the money in the plastic bag.

Ohh! Stop!

Aah! Oh!

Smitty...

Aah!

Pop, come on.

Aah!

*RAY DONOVAN* Season 07 Episode 06

*RAY DONOVAN* Episode Title : "Inside Guy"

Sync corrections by srjanapala

This is it.

Someone's comin'.

The rate he's movin',

he won't be here for another week.

Check it out.

"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?

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.

- Fuck off! - Oh...

Oh, Dad!

Who are you?

I‐I'm Molly.

You just scared the shit outta me, Molly.

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

What are you doin' here?

What's wrong?

What?

When you h‐had affairs,

what did you do to make it better?

What happened, sweetheart?

I slept with Adam.

I slept with Adam, and then I told Smitty,

and then Smitty attacked 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?

Sweetheart,

I think that's somethin' you gotta do.

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.

Wow, uh...

Ray.

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

'Scuse me.

Sorry.

Shouldn't take long.

What's goin' on, Bunch?

The kid I shot.

If I were you...

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

Thanks.

‐ I stole it. ‐ From where?

‐ It doesn't matter. ‐ Are you outta

‐ your fuckin' mind, Bunch? ‐ I shot 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 fuckin' thing.

Why didn't you just come talk to me?

I mean, for fuck's sake, if you need money,

‐ you can come work for me. ‐ Really?

Yeah.

‐ 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.

And... what about your brother?

He's all bent outta shape

'cause he shot some kid

who was robbin' the store he works in.

And you're the one in therapy.

Yeah.

I‐I thought you went back to Boston.

Somethin' came up.

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.

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 killed Billy Doyle.

Outside‐a Boston.

You... Did ya know him?

But you knew Larry O'Malley.

The cop?

Yeah. They got to him too.

Fuckin' electrocuted him.

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 killed

right after Mick supposedly gets his ass blown up

on a fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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?

Thanks for the drink.

What the fuck is going on?

You know, I've always liked Ray.

He's a good worker.

Creative with violence.

See that address?

Four‐oh‐four.

Five six.

Those numbers mean anything to you?

- Not me. - 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 killed.

Stay in the car.

I'll be right back.

Hey, 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 fuckin' for...

Where's Smitty?

Jesus, I mean, I...

I put on a suit and everything.

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

Come on. I gotta get outta here.

All right.

‐ You look good. ‐ Yeah?

Nice suit.

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...