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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.
All right.
You sign that statement thing the lawyer gave you?
I threw it away.
You threw the statement away? Why?
'Cause it ain't the truth.
That's not what happened. I can't sign it, all right?
If... if we get sued...
so be it.
Then clear out your locker, please.
Okay, so you're... you're really gonna fire me?
Value Drugs has a clearly defined policy.
If a robbery occurs, we don't interfere.
You're gonna fire me 'cause I was trying
‐ to do the right thing. ‐ Company policy.
Fuck this company.
Fuck 'em. Fuck you.
Fuck you people!
I was on television.
I called Basset, got your prescription filled.
Fuck you.
You're welcome.
Sit up.
Come on.
I mean it, you gotta take your pills, Ter.
Fuck!
Well, gimme a fuckin' beer!
You gotta take care of yourself, Ter.
Yeah? Look who's talkin'.
‐ Yeah? ‐ Hey Dad, I found your car.
Please don't call me that.
Right, yeah, sorry. Um, it's at
- Cyclone Tow and Impound. - Where?
Uh, Cyclone, like the ride. It's in, uh, Coney Island.
Hey, babe.
‐ What? ‐ Oh, uh, not you. Bye.
‐ Hey. ‐ Hey.
I'm going to Coney Island.
‐ What for? ‐ My car's there.
You're comin' with me.
Come on.
What's wrong? I thought you were going to work today.
I am. I thought, um...
Uh... do you wanna go to breakfast
or just do something today?
Why?
I don't know. I thought... I thought it'd be fun.
Well, I mean, I... I can't leave.
I just started working here.
‐ I could call my dad. ‐ Don't do that.
I... I don't want you calling your dad
asking for favors for me, that's...
Are you okay?
I didn't work late the other night.
So what does that mean?
I slept with Adam Rain.
What?
- I slept... ‐ No, I heard what you fuckin' said.
Holy shit.
It was a mistake. It won't happen again.
Please say something.
Oh, don't cry.
‐ Yeah... what... why not? ‐ Yell at me.
‐ What? ‐ Call me a piece of shit!
‐ Scream. ‐ I don't yell.
- Tell me I'm an awful fucking person. ‐ I don't hit.
Do something.
Stop it. Just fucking stop it!
You're doing that therapy thing?
Yeah. Why?
No reason. Just askin'.
It help?
I don't know.
Yeah, maybe.
You just talk?
‐ Yeah. ‐ About what?
It's different every time, Ter.
‐ You like the guy? ‐ Yeah.
‐ He's got Parkinson's. ‐ So?
Maybe you should talk to him.
Why? 'Cause he got Parkinson's?
No, 'cause he's a smart guy.
I don't need a fuckin' therapist.
Seriously, what do you talk to him about?
Family, mostly.
‐ Mick? ‐ Yeah.
O'Connor?
No.
‐ No? ‐ Not what I'm there for.
Sure.
You got it all worked out, Ray.
I talk about Bridget sometimes.
Yeah?
Yeah.
He get you any answers?
I don't know.
Ah, it's good.
‐ You're trying. ‐ Sure.
It's fuckin' hopeful.
I had breakfast with Bridget.
The day she jumped.
I was training. You remember?
I used to eat half a dozen eggs before breakfast,
and I'd make Bridget some.
Yeah, anyway. We had breakfast.
She was wearing her school uniform.
And I don't think she said anything new, and...
I don't think I said anything more to her than,
"You want eggs?" And she nodded.
"You want eggs? Here ya go."
And there you go.
You all know why you're here.
Kevin, as of the first of the year,
you will be both CEO and COO of Sullivan Industries.
Thank you.
Yeah, well, the competition was slim.
You getting my company has about the same significance as
when I saw your daughter
gettin' that gold medal for acrobatics
when she couldn't even do a summersault
without lookin' like a dog tryin' to fuck itself.
‐ Jesus. ‐
My, uh, oldest is amused.
It's good to see the 19 drugs you take
so you won't kill puppies
has miraculously left that part of your brain
that governs humor intact.
‐ Jim, may I suggest that we... ‐ Sure.
I... I know family dynamics makes you uncomfortable,
so I'll try to be more business‐like.
Molly.
You will take over full control of the foundation,
and you will have a paid position on the board
and 15% of the company.
And I honestly hope that you do some good in the world.
Thank you.
Declan, you will receive a stipend
of $1.2 million a year,
broken up into monthly installments
for the rest of your time on this earth,
which can be handed off only to your children.
You give full control to this weakling, little faggot,
and you give Molly access to everything,
but to me...
If this was the old days,
you woulda spent your life locked in the cellar.
But we live in different times.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
You want a go at me, son?
I'd break your fuckin' neck
if you weren't already about to die.
That's the spirit.
Hello?
Oh, hey, man.
Uh... Smit... Smitty, right?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Yeah, Hispes.
That's so tight, dude. Genius.
Uh, is Ray there?
No.
Well, we are still having some issues here.
Got some fans locked themselves in the bathroom
saying they won't leave unless they get Hispes too.
Is there any way you could send somebody over?
Hello?
Yeah.
Yeah, we'll handle it.
Great. Thanks.
Okay, why do I gotta get O'Malley out?
'Cause old people don't get old people
out of old people's homes.
That cloud looks just like a dolphin.
Dolphins are a special sign for me in my life.
Like my clover.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Oh, I didn't realize Mr. O'Malley
had any outside activities today.
Yes, uh, Mr. O'Malley's son Ronnie,
uh, called and asked if I could bring his father
to aquatic aerobics.
Oh, isn't that nice?
Doesn't Mr. O'Malley need his bathing suit?
That's a long fuckin' breakfast.
What do you wanna do?
Come on.
‐ She's my wife. ‐ Hey, hey, take it easy.
Take it easy! Fuck!
No! Ahh! Ohh!
God! Ow!
‐ Ohh! ‐ She's my fuckin' wife!
Ohh, God!
Ohh! God!
Let's do it.
O'Malley...
you remember the Brinks heist
when they fucked Mickey Donovan?
Do you remember that?
Yaz.
Four.
Four for four.
Four for four?
Yaz went four for four.
1967.
That's it. That's it!
Oh, Pop. This guy is gone.
But he's really answering me in a way.
'Cause we snuck into that game.
Him and me and Sullivan.
We hopped the fence and we watch Carl Yastrzemski...
the Yaz... hit four fuckin' home runs
and get the Sox into the postseason.
‐ Oof. ‐
Well, at least he can remember that.
Yeah, he's got it all up there.
He's got it all in there. We just gotta get it out.
Hey, hey.
Remember fingerbangin' me behind the rectory
when we were 15?
Huh?
Come on. Those were the days!
♪ Those were the days, my friend ♪
♪ We thought they'd never end ♪
♪ We'd sing and dance forever ♪
♪ And a day ♪
♪ We'd live the life we choose ♪
♪ We'd fight and never lose ♪
♪ Those were the days ♪
♪ Oh, yes, those were the days ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I., la, la, la, la, la ♪
‐ Don't embarrass yourself. ‐ What?
Yeah, do you remember Canobie Park?
‐ The roller coaster? ‐ Yeah.
Yeah, you screamed like a girl the whole fuckin' ride.
‐ That was you, Ter. ‐ No, it wasn't.
It was. I think you even pissed yourself.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, what the fuck?
‐ Whoo! ‐ Oh, fuck! Fuck!
Oh, this is my favorite spot.
We used to grow hydroponic pot out here.
‐ It's got everything. ‐ Yeah, it's beautiful.
‐ It's perfect. ‐ I'll get the cables.
There's a chair made for us.
Put him in this. Come on.
Wait, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
What are you guys gonna do to him?
We're gonna give his mind a little jolt.
Jump‐start his memory. Come on.
Whoa, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
You're gonna electrocute this dude?
Don't worry about it.
We know what we're doing.
The brain...
is electricity.
‐ That's all it is. ‐ No, no.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, Pop. Come on, now.
I mean, you... you're not gonna get anything from this guy.
He's fuckin' old. He's gone.
Some great people were helped by electric shock.
Ju... Judy Garland.
There was a Russian piano player.
Can't remember his name.
- Dick Cavett. - Who?
Talk show host.
Ahh!
‐ Ahh! ‐ Ho... holy shit!
What the fuck?
Ahh! Mick! Daryll!
Help me!
Ahh! Fuck!
Ahh!
Ohh!
Fuck!
What the fuck?
Yeah, he's coming around. See?
What happened with the heist?
Tell me.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Oh, fuck you don't.
What is this? What is this?
How'd this end up
in Jim Sullivan's safety deposit box, huh?
How should I know?
Sandy.
‐ Pop. ‐ Okay, let's do this.
Give me a little juice.
‐ Jesus Christ, Mickey. ‐ Who set it up?
‐ Jimmy.
We needed a fall guy.
That was you.
What about you?
Why did Sullivan let you skate?
‐ What'd you have on him? ‐ Nothin'.
‐ Don't lie to me. ‐ Nothin'.
Sandy, more juice.
Turn it up, turn it up.
Jesus, Pop! Will you stop?
Man, you're just torturing him at this point.
Tapes.
What?
I made tapes.
My office was wired, and I... I taped
every fucking thing Jimmy ever said to me.
I knew it.
I knew he had to have some kinda hold
on that cocksucker!
What'd you do with the tapes? O'Malley...
O'Malley?
He's dead. He's gone.
Pop, come on. I did not sign up for this.
If you two are gonna stand there and piss in your shoes,
I say we get the fuck out of here.
God, I miss that... I miss that feeling.
What feeling?
When we were kids and you had a body that ran
and you had a mind that just... just worked good.
Yeah.
‐ Can I ask you somethin'? ‐ Sure.
When the time comes,
I don't wanna be a fuckin' vegetable.
‐ When the time comes... ‐ Come on, Terry, stop.
See, Abby had it right.
She went out on her own terms.
It's the strongest fuckin' thing I ever saw.
I know you're not happy about it, and...
I'm never gonna apologize because it was the right thing.
Ray, I'm sorry that I got confused
about how I felt about it, but...
it was fucked up.
And I'm sorry.
Fuck you.
Thanks.
Open up the cash register, now.
Now. Come on.
Excuse me. Excuse me.
I'm here to pick up my car.
Yeah, you're gonna have to come back after lunch.
‐ After lunch? ‐ Well, when we were here
an hour ago, it said you were out to breakfast.
Yeah, and now I'm going to lunch.
Look, my car's parked right there.
You mind if we take care of this now?
You're gonna have to come back in an hour.
‐ An hour? ‐ That's what the fuck I said.
Open the fuckin' cash register, now.
Now.
Put the money in a plastic bag.
Put it in the bag. Come on!
Hurry the fuck up.
There you go.
What did you do?
Smitty.
Don't fuckin' touch me.
You want me to be like that?
I can be like that.
I didn't mean for you to...
Go fuck yourself.
- The fuck's a shaman? - I... I actually...
I... I don't really know.
I... I took this drug ayahuasca
'cause I met this pretty girl in a drug store,
and it gave me visions.
Ah... but I thought they were prophesies
'cause I... I saw Mick dead, and then Mick was dead.
But then he wasn't dead,
so all I was doing was just seeing Mick.
And I can do that myself
without vomiting and shitting my pants.
Hello?
You were weird this morning.
Why?
I don't know.
Do you not wanna see me again?
Are you there?
Yeah.
Did you just get uncomfortable?
‐ What? Now? ‐ No. This morning.
Oh. Yeah.
I wanna see you tonight. I wanna talk to you.
Will you meet me?
‐ All right. ‐ Good.
I'll text you an address.
What?
It's good to see you happy.
Fuck!
‐ You all right? ‐ Yeah.
Fuck was that?
‐ Oh, Jesus. ‐ She's in a lot of pain.
She's suffering.
‐ Let's go. ‐ Get your gun.
What?
‐ Get your gun. ‐
Put her down, Ray.
My hand's shaking too bad.
Put her down, please.
You said you needed money.
There's 17 grand in there.
Dad?
Bunchy?
Look, Dr. Goldstein, the place where he is now,
I don't trust them to fix him.
The appearance of a facility can be misleading.
Would you want your kid there?
Listen, everything I've read says you're the best.
And that is what my son deserves.
Look, Doc,
maybe we could do this a different way, all right?
We were thinking
maybe you could give us, like, an all‐cash discount.
Even if I could...
negotiate my fee,
the hospital stay would be... I'm guessing...
beyond your means.
I truly think that you're better off
staying where you are.
It's like that.
He's...
My son is going to be in a wheelchair
for the rest of his fucking life.
I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do.
‐ Okay ‐ All right.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Imagine if you had gotten your share of that money.
I'd have been a billion‐fuckin'‐aire.
I'm serious.
I would've made money with that money.
Remember George Best, the soccer player?
Yeah. Why?
Well, he lost all his money, too.
And, uh, he said something along the lines of,
"I spent all my money on wine, women, and song.
And the rest I squandered foolishly."
That ain't me.
‐ You all right? ‐ Yeah, yeah, I just...
Just give me a beer.
You know you can't stay here much longer, right?
You're gonna come stay with me and Bunch.
The fuck I am.
It'll be good for all of us.
Fuck you.
I li... like it here. I'm fine.
Will you stop saying that? You're not fuckin' fine.
Do you remember the, uh, the song Mom sang?
What?
When she was puttin' us to bed.
The Irish one.
"Too Ra Loo Ra"?
Yeah.
‐ ♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪ ‐ Oh, Jesus.
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐li ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Hush now don't you cry ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Too... ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐li ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ That's an Irish lullaby ♪
An elderly man was kidnapped
from his nursing home, tortured and murdered.
Hikers found the body
of retired Boston police officer
Larry O'Malley, age 83,
at a remote wooded area this evening.
O'Malley's kidnappers...
Hey.
‐ Hey. ‐ Hey.
♪ "Too‐Ra‐Loo‐Ra‐Loo‐Ral" plays ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐li ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Hush now don't you cry ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐li ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
♪ That's an Irish ♪
♪ Lullaby ♪
♪ Over in Killarney ♪
♪ Many years ago ♪
♪ Me mother sang a song to me ♪
♪ In tones so sweet and low ♪
♪ Just a simple, little ditty ♪
♪ In her good old Irish way ♪
♪ And I'd give the world ♪
♪ If she could sing ♪
♪ That song to me this day ♪
♪ Too‐ra‐loo‐ra‐loo‐ral ♪
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