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Previously on “Ray Donovan”…

Terry: — The old man made parole.

— He wasn’t supposed to be out for five more years.

— He’s out, Ray.

Ray: — You let him near this family,

— everything we worked for…

— It’ll be over.

Deonte: — She’s dead, Dawg.

Ray: — You think you’re the first person

— I’ve dealt with, woke up in bed with a dead body ?

Lee: — Guy has a $200 million

— heterosexual movie coming out in a month

— and picks up a tranny on sunset boulevard.

Ray: — I have a way to get you out of this.

— Did I kill her ?

[ Grunts ] [ Grunts ]

— What’s going on, Bunchy ?

— Since he’s been back here,

— he’s been putting shit in your head.

— I’m a sexual anorexic.

— You’re kidding me.

— Great guns you got there.

Terry: — You’re cheating on him.

— You can’t go from his bed into mine.

— I’m in love with you.

— It’s over between us.

Terry: — You remember dad’s
girlfriend, Claudette ?

— They had a kid. His name’s Daryll.

— Do me proud.

[ Grunting ]

Ray: — You a Donovan or not ?

— Hell yeah, I’m a Donovan.

— Then get used to that prick letting you down.

— I stole half a million for you.

— Ray said you’d stolen a lot of money from Sully.

— You’d be dead if it weren’t for us.

— What did you say to him ?
— I don’t remember.

— You have to remember.

— I can’t.

— I have a brain tumor.

Van: — I’m the guy that got you out of prison.

Mickey: — What do you want from me ?

Van: — I want them all… and your boy, Ray.

[ Gunshot ]

— He fucking murdered an FBI agent.

— We’re gonna have to kill him.

— Who hates him more than we do ?

— Raymond.
— Sully.

— I want you to kill my father.

[ Laughs ]

— I’m not leaving here until you fuck me.

— Get over to my apartment right away.

— I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.

[ Grunts ]

Abby: — Your son’s getting in fights.

— What’s your name ?
— Marvin Gaye Washington.

— I want to have sex.

— I’m surprised I could fuck you.

— You’re really not my type.

— Kneel down, honey. [ Crying ]

— This is gonna be over fast.

[ Crying ]

— I’ll buy you anything you want.

— What I want, you can’t give me.

— Try me.
— Emotional honesty.

— Ah, geez.

— Get the fuck off the boat.

— I’m fucking FBI.

— And I’m FBI’s most wanted.

— So, go fuck yourself.

Bunchy: — Father Danny…

— He’s here in L.A. I seen him.

— Is that the one that abused Bunchy ?

— Wasn’t only Bunch.

— I told you what happened with that man.

— You called me a liar, and you beat the shit out of me.

— You’ve been dead to me since I was ten years old.

— It was an accident.

— I need help.

— Bunchy shot him.

— They don’t know, do they ?

— I told you to shut up.

— I loved you.

[ Gunshot ]

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[ Shovel scrapes ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ] [ Grunting ]

[ Both moaning, panting ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Shuddering ]

[ Panting ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffs ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Inhales ]

— I’m going for a swim.

— Mickey…

— Come back to bed.

— We drank too much.

— Don’t worry about it.

— ♪ —

[ Laughs, spits ]

Female voice: — Hola, Mickey.

— Welcome to México. [ Laughs ]

— Beautiful water,

— beautiful sun,

— beautiful women.

[ Sighs ]

— Come, Mickey.

— Swim with me.

— I’m getting tired.

— Oh, no, Mickey.

— You’re not a sailor.

— You’re a captain.

— I’m a captain ?

— Come…

— Deeper.

— Deeper, Mickey.

— Mickey.

— Mickey.

— I’m in a very dark place, Mickey.

— And you put me here.

— It wasn’t me !

— It was Sully.

— I’m so lonely.

— Hey, Bridget, check it out.

— He just got eight million hits.

— He didn’t just get them.

— That’s the total.

— Why are you being such an asshole ?

— Who cares when he got them ?

— He’s famous, and he was your boyfriend.

— He wasn’t my boyfriend.

— Then what was he ?

— You were making out with him all the time.

— I was not ! Look, just turn it off.

— I don’t want to hear it, okay ?

[ Phone beeps ]

— What are you doing ?

[ Chuckling ] — Hey, Marvin, it’s C-money.

— Give me my phone.

Male reporter [ Over TV ]: — Is about to begin,

— to discuss the details…

— What are you two fighting about ?

— Bridget’s being a fucking douche bag.

— Hey.
Bridget: — Cut it out.

— Thanks, Bill. I’m outside the
federal building in Westwood,

— where later today a press conference will be held

— to reveal the long-awaited details…

— Your dad and I have something to do.

— Of the shooting of America’s most wanted.

— Patrick “Sully” Sullivan was shockingly
found right here in Los Angeles

— just two weeks ago.

— Sullivan was allegedly…
Abby: — Don’t miss the bus.

— I’m gonna drive the kids to school.

— I’ll meet you there.

[ Music shuts off ]

— Are you gonna have time ?

[ Keys jingle ]

— I’ll be there.

— I promise.

— Come on, let’s go.

— Really ?

— Shh.

[ Marvin’s hip-hop song plays ]

— You’re doing great.

— Stop riding the brake.

— ♪ — Now I’m out here on my own — ♪ —

[ sighs ]
— ♪ — I just want to come home… — ♪ —

— Where are you and mom going that’s so secret ?

— Therapy.

— Eyes on the road, please.

— Sorry.

— Why ?

— They’re having problems.

— We were staying in a hotel, remember ?

— We’re doing fine.

— Just… drive the car right now, okay ?

— Let’s not talk about me and mom.

— Conor [ rapping over song ]:
— ♪ — Never knew my daddy — ♪ —

— ♪ — so my memory’s kind of filthy — ♪ —

— ♪ — slippin’ on the darkness — ♪ —

— ♪ — all these niggas want to kill me. — ♪ —

— Conor ?

— What ?
— Shut up.

Abby: — It was a very bad year.

— His father came out of prison…

— And made Ray crazy.

— And they fought all year.

— But he’s gone now, right, Ray ?

— He’s gone.

— If we’re going to make any progress here,

— I think it’s important for both of you

— to own your own side of the street.

— Okay ?

— Who wants to go first ?

— Well, Mickey was here because I brought him here.

— I let him in.

— I wrote to him in prison

— without Ray knowing about it.

— That was a terrible thing to do.

— And then I let him see the kids.

— Thank you for your honesty, Abby.

— Ray ?
— Yeah ?

— I think we need to talk about your violence, Ray.

— Your children saw you hit grandpa with a gun.

— He’s “grandpa” now ?

— Sorry they saw that.

— They saw you manhandle Bridget’s young friend.

— They saw you passed out on a beach,

— covered in blood.

— They didn’t know what happened to you.

— They thought daddy was dead.

— Can you imagine how that felt ? [ Sighs ]

— Yes.

— Yes. I can.

Man: — Can we make a contract here, Ray ?

— How about no more violence in front of the kids ?

— No more blood ?

— Can we agree to that ?

— Sure.

— Sounds reasonable.

— I love my family, you know ?

— So… [ Quiet laugh ]

[ Phone buzzing ]

[ Sighs ]

— I’m sorry, I…

— I got to go.

— Yeah.

— Thanks.
— Yeah.

[ Ray clears throat ]

[ Sighs ]

— All right.

— That…

— That went fairly well.

[ Quiet laugh ]

— It did.

— And how are things with you ?

— Good.

— Really good.

[ Sighs, laughs ]

— It’s not all bad.

— So, you’re still having sex two times a day ?

— Why are you so obsessed with that ?

— I know women who would love

— to be fucked by their husbands two times a day.

— Abby…

— Is it possible his-his…

— Hypersexual behavior

— is a symptom of his abuse ?

— Is it possible he just likes to fuck ?

— Until he can face his molestation,

— I’m afraid your marriage is going to be in trouble.

— I should never have told you about that.

[ Sighs ]

[ Footsteps depart ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Phone rings ]

[ Phone chimes ]

— Yeah.

Frank [ Over speakerphone ]: — Ray.

— We’re fucked.

— The director’s back.

— He’s not buying the story.

— What’d you do, Frank ?

[ Sighs ] Ray, calm down.

— What’d you fucking do ?

— I’m coming there.

[ Phone chimes ]

— Ray… ?

[ Sighs ]

— Ballistics came back.

— What are you talking about ?

— The fucking ballistics, Ray.

— So how’d you fuck it up, Frank ?

— They pulled the bullet from Avi’s chest,

— and it matched Sully’s gun.

— They know he was there, and they know he works for you.

— What was I supposed to do, Ray, huh ?

— He knew I was fucking lying !

[ Under breath ]: — Piece of shit.

— Ray, give me a fucking minute, will you ?!

— Ray. Ray.

— This isn’t Volcheck we’re dealing with.

— Cochran’s the next in line

— to take over the bureau.

— Fuck, Ray, don’t do this.

— How are we supposed to keep our stories straight ?

— We’re not.

— Excuse me. Can I help you ?

— I’m Ray Donovan.

— Yeah, oh, I know who you are.

— You’re a bag man for movie stars.

— You’re also an extortionist and a wiretapper…

— Well, basically, you’re an all-around piece of shit.

— So, why am I standing here ?

— Because you were on that dock that night,

— and I would really like to know why.

[ Clears throat ] Okay, look…

— Uh… I have a press conference today.

— I was all set to give the medal of valor

— to agent Volcheck…

— And this fucking idiot, when I got this

— ballistics report back.

— Now, would you like to tell me what really happened ?

— You don’t want to know what really happened.

— Your father is Mickey Donovan, right ?

— So what ?
— Why was he there that night ?

— You don’t want to know.

— Oh, I’ve had enough of this shit.

— I’m putting you away, pal.

— I brought Sully out here to kill my father.

— Paid him $2 million to do it.

— Jesus fucking Christ, Ray.

— Will you shut the fuck up ?

[ Hangs up phone ]

— Wow.

[ Laughs ]

— That didn’t work out so well, now, did it ?

[ Laughs ] No.

— Either of you two guys

— want to tell me who the fuck shot Sully ?

— My father.

— Uh, okay, so actually…

— Get the fuck out of my sight.

— All right, I need your father in this office right away.

— What for ?

— I’m not gonna take your word

— for all this shit, now, am I ?

— Listen to me.

— Do yourself a favor…

— Have your press conference,

— tell your story…

— Enjoy your moment.

— America’s most wanted is dead.

— You’re a hero.

— God bless America.

— Ray.

— You don’t know where he is, do you ?

— Fuck you.

[ Door shuts ]

— Faster taps. Speed is power.

— Flip it. Flip it.

— All right, on the balls of your feet.

— Right there. Right there.

— Beautiful.

— Terrance, what the fuck ?

— What’s on your mind ?

[ Hip-hop music playing ]

— Nothing.

[ Panting ]: — Take over.

— Oh, shit !

— Pat Riley up in this motherfucker.

— I look okay ?

— You look clean, yeah.

— You got any long pants ?

— No.

— Don’t worry about it.

— You look good.

— All right, hands up.

— Hands up, on your toes. Come on.

[ Line ringing ]

Frances: — Hello ?

— Hello ?

[ Hangs up phone ]

— Where’s Mick ?

— He’s in Mexico.

— But I don’t know where.

— I need to find him, Terry.

— Ray… come on.

— Leave it alone.

— No. I can’t.

— It’s for business.

— It’s not business.

— It’s just you.

— Hey.

— Hey, Bunch.

— Do I look okay ?

— I don’t have any long pants !

— You look fine, Bunch.

— You know where Mick is ?

— No.

— He left town. What do you care ?

— Where’s Daryll ?

[ Phone ringing ]

— What up ?

— It’s Ray. Where’s Mick ?

— Oh, so now you call me ?

— I need to find him, Daryll.

— You’re the Magnum P.I., motherfucker.

[ Laughs ] You find him.

— Shit.

[ Phone ringing ]

— Yeah ?

— Yo, I fucked up, Dawg. [ Women shouting ]

— I fucked up big.

— You have to get over here ASAP.

Marvin: — ♪ — Slippin’ into darkness,
yo, these niggas wanna kill me… — ♪ —

— It’s my sister’s boyfriend.

— He hangs out at my house all the time.

— I love this song.
— He’s full of shit.

— He’s always saying

— he knows all these fucking famous people.

— Tommy Wheeler…

— Marvin Gaye Washington.

[ Phone clatters on ground ] — Oh…

[ Grunts ]

Boy: — Oh, dude… !

— You all right ? [ Groaning ]

Girl: — You all right ?

Woman [ shouting ]: — I cannot believe this.

— I cannot believe… this !

— I leave my house for 24 hours.

Girl [ crying ]: — I’m sorry !

Woman: — And I come back to find you

— and my husband in my bed.

— What is wrong with you ?!

— How old are you ?

[ Girl crying, gasping ]

Girl: — It doesn’t matter, okay ?!

[ Indistinct arguing ]

— It ain’t snow, Dawg.

— It ain’t snow, so she came home early.

— It’s that global warming;

— big bear, they have no snow.

— She’s home.

[ Women shouting ]

— Who’s the girl ?

— I-I was at American idol last night.

— She’s top three.

— What’s her name ?

— Bitch can sing ! She-she gonna win.

— You don’t know her name, do you ?

Girl: — Let me explain !

Woman: — I am going to kick your ass !

— And after I kick your ass, I’m kicking his ass.

— You got guns in there ?
— Hell, no.

— They locked up downstairs, like you told me.

— I got kids in here, man.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Girl screaming, crying ] — Oh, shit !

[ Girl crying ]

[ Gasping ]: — Oh, my God.

— I’m sick and tired of this motherfucker, Ray.

— Yeah, I know you are.

[ Panting ]

[ Sighs ] — He’s a piece of shit.

[ Crying ]: — Yes.

— You should shoot him.

— Huh ?
— What ?

— Go ahead.

[ Crying ]

[ Crying ]

— Keep pressure on that.

— Oh, my God, I’m dying.

— I was supposed to perform tonight.

— Now I’m gonna die at number three.

[ Sniffles ]

[ Shuddering ]

— My insurance card is in the inside pocket.

[ Panting ]

— What are you doing ?! Are you crazy ?!

[ Phone ringing ]

— Keep your mouth shut, you hear me ?

[ Phone beeps ] — Yeah.

Amato [ over phone ]: — Mr.
Donovan, it’s Principal Amato.

— There’s been an incident here at the school

— involving your son, Conor.

— Your wife is on her way.

[ Panting ] — Is he all right ?

— He’s fine,

— but he is in serious trouble.

— You need to come in here right away.

[ Screams, grunts ]

[ Tires screeching, engine revving ]

— I’ll be there as soon as I can.

[ Panting ]

[ Crying ]

— Shut up.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Panting ]

— Get out of the car.

— You want to go onstage tonight

— and have a chance to win ?

— Or do you want to be the girl

— that got fucked by Deonte Brown

— and shot by his wife ?

— Huh ? [ Crying ]

[ Mutters ]: — I gotta go.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Panting ]

— All right, wait here.

— No, I want to go to Cedar’s right now.

— Do what I tell you,

— you’ll be there in a few minutes.

[ Screaming ]

[ Gasps ]

— Listen to me.
[ Whining ]: — No !

— You were mugged, you understand ?

— Big guy with a hoodie,

— you didn’t see his face, all right ?

— No, please don’t leave me.

— Hey, how you doing ?

— How do you think I’m doing ?

— I’m fucking dying !

— Calm down, take a deep breath.

[ Gasping ] — Okay ?

[ Phone clicks ]

— Yeah, hi. I’d like to report a mugging.

— A girl’s just been shot,

— and she’s bleeding, so please hurry.

— Uh, it’s at the park [ Grunts ]

— At North Beverly and Sunset. [ Crying ]

[ Car engine starts ]

— Thank you.

— You’re a good singer. I’ve seen you perform.

— You watch the show ?

— Oh, yeah, I love it.

— And I think you got a real shot, too.

— But if you don’t follow the story

— I’m about to tell you…

— We’re gonna shoot you again.

[ Reggaeton music playing ]

— Gracias.

— I was born in Veracruz.

— Near Coatzacoalcos.

— Do you know where that is ?

— I was raised by catholics.

— By the time I was ten, though,

— they figured out that I had dyslexia.

— Ay, como chingas. It was so crazy.

[ Laughing ]: — Hey, boy !

— Hey, yo !

— My… my boy.

[ Laughing ] — Good to see you, pop.

— You look good.
— Yeah.

— You ready ?
— Hell, yeah.

— Come on, pop, I stay ready.

— So, how big is this guy ? Is he big ?

— He’s a Mexican. How big could he be ?

[ Both laughing ] — Don’t worry about it.

— Here, have a seat.

— Hola.
— Hi.

— Sit. Eat.

— We got fresh red snapper.

— What’s your name again, sweetheart ?

— Como chingas, Mickey.

— How many times I got to tell you ?

— Jazmin.
Mickey: — This is Daryll.

— Whoo.
— My son.

— Wow. This looks great.

— So, I’ll see you and I’ll see you.

— Here you go.
Man: — Mickey…

— I was just looking for you, man.

— Oh, yeah ? What for ?

— Too late.

— I want the room another month.

— How much do I owe you ?

— Uh, $300 for the room and $100 for the puta.

— Don’t insult the lady.

— I’ll knock your fucking teeth out.

— You know how much

— an ass like that would cost in L.A. ?

— Boop.

— You’ll help me out, kid ?

[ Sighs ]

— Um…

— Yeah, I mean, uh… I’ll see how much I got.

— This is…
— Let’s see. There we go.

— There. I’ll give you the rest

— after the fight tonight.

[ Speaks Spanish ]

[ Grumbles ]

— How are the boys ?

— You know, they’re all right.

— They miss me ?

— You seen Ray ?
— Mm-mm.

— Are you the fighter ?

— Yes, I am.

— You gonna come tonight ?

— Oh, you want my autograph ?

— Yes.

— El Negro ? What kind of shit is this ?

— Pop, they’re calling me negro down here.

— It’s El Negro.

— It’s Mexican. It’s…

— It’s different.
— Nah, it’s fucked-up.

— You’re fine.
— No, it’s fucked-up.

— What’s your name, little man ?

— My name is Noe.

— Noe ?

— Well, I’m Daryll Donovan.

— Black Irish.

— Here you go, homie.

— Thank you.
— You’re welcome.

— Here.

— Have a drink. Relax.

— Relax ? Pop, I’m about to have a fight

— in a couple hours, and you’re
offering me a fucking drink ?

— Good point. [ Laughs ] [ Chuckles ]

— I made my dad leave my apartment.

— Living on my own again.

— Like a grown-up.

— It ain’t all roses and rainbows.

— Sometimes I get lonely.

— The good part is I’m not around

— his porn no more. [ Short chuckle ]

— No. No more booze.

— No more coke.

— No more hookers.

— I… I got a job interview at a bike shop today.

— You’d be good at that, Bunchy.

— You look good, Bunch.

— I like the tie.

— Thanks.

— Thanks, guys.

[ Quiet applause ]

[ Exhales ]

Ray: — You trace the call ?
Avi [ over phone ]: — Yeah.

— My guy from AT&T

— says that Daryll was driving
past a cell phone tower in Baja.

— Heading south.

— All right. Stay on it.

— I will.

— Av…
— Yeah ?

— You feeling okay ?

— Yeah, I’m fine.

— I’m fine.

— I’m healing nicely.

— Thanks.

— We’ll put it on your account, Ray.

— Thanks, doll.

— Hi.

— I’m Stan.

— Bunchy.

— That’s a great tie.

— Thanks.

— I’m new to all this.

— I wish I could put my abuse
behind me the way that you have.

— Yeah ?

— I didn’t put it behind me so much as I buried it.

— I really connected with you.

— Do you want to maybe…

— Grab a bite to eat ?

— Talk about it ?

— Aw… nah, I…

— Got to get to my job interview.

— Oh, y… [ Laughs ]

— Um…

— Well, uh, maybe another time.

— Yeah.

— Maybe.
— Okay.

— Hey, good luck.

— I really like bikes.

— Anything on two wheels, I can fix.

— Handlebars, gears, you know, doesn’t matter.

— I can fix anything in this store.

— Brendan, there’s a blank here.

— Who’s your previous employer ?

— Uh…

— Uh, The Boston Globe.

— Oh, really ?

— That’s impressive.

— What did you do there ?
— I delivered it.

[ Quiet chuckle ]

Amato: — There were words exchanged.

— The other boy knocked Conor’s
cell phone out of his hands.

— Conor retaliated by pushing
the boy down a flight of stairs.

— So the other kid started it ?

— He has a broken collar bone, Ray.

— We have a zero-tolerance

— policy for violence here at Calabasas High School.

— This is a very serious situation.

— We have to be prepared now for a potential lawsuit

— or even a criminal investigation.

— Five days, Con ?

— What am I supposed to do ?

— Stay home and babysit ?

— I have a life, too.

[ Sighs ]

— Come here.

— We’ll take care of this.

— All right ?

— We’re gonna call the kid’s parents.

— Go over to their house and we’ll apologize.

— For what ? He threw my phone on the ground and broke it.

— You pushed him down the stairs.

— We can get sued.

— Really ?
— Yeah, really.

— It’s all right.

— We’ll sort it out tonight.

— Get in the car.

— Sweetheart.

— Thank you.

— For what ?

— For coming here to deal with this.

— I know you’re busy.

— Nothing’s more important.

— I’ll see you later. [ Phone rings ]

— I need you, Raymond.

[ Applause, whistling ]

[ Speaking Spanish ] ¡Damas y caballeros !

[ Speaking Spanish ]

— desde Hollywood, California,

— Daryll “El Negro” Donovan ! [ Booing, applause ]

— The crowd is gonna be against you on this one.

— You got to use that shit

— to fuel your fire.
— Yeah.

— Make ’em remember El Negro. Huh ?

— Okay, yeah.
— All right, breathe.

[ Emcee speaking Spanish ]

— Miguel “La Fuerza” Montago !
[ Cheering, applause ]

[ Trumpets play a tune ]

— You kidding me, Mickey ? That guy’s fucking huge.

— All right, he’s a little bit bigger than I thought.

— But who the fuck trained you ?

— Keep dancing,

— keep moving. Stick him when you can.

— You can take this cocksucker.

— Look at me. You can take him.

[ Referee speaking Spanish ]

[ Referee speaking Spanish ]

[ Applause, whistling ]

[ Spits ]

— Mind over matter.

[ Referee speaking Spanish ]

— Use your feet. Keep your distance.

[ Bell dings ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

— Get away from him.

[ Speaking Spanish ]

— Stick and move.

— Uno, dos, tres,

Referee and crowd: — Cuatro, cinco, seis,

— siete, ocho,

— nueve, diez.

[ Bell dings, cheering ] [ Exclaims ]

— I want to talk to you about Ray Donovan.

— He works for you, right ?

— I hire his company from time to time.

— What kind of, uh, business do you hire him for ?

— Well, he’s also a client,

— which means I can’t discuss anything about him.

— Right. I see.

— Is, uh, Mickey Donovan also a client ?

— Why are you asking me questions about Mickey Donovan ?

— I don’t know anything about him.

— So I guess, uh, you

— couldn’t tell me where he is, then ?
— No.

— Is there an investigation I should know about ?

— Not at this time.

— I don’t know. I just…

— Wanted this to be an informal chat.

— Oh, look.

— Here’s your boy now.

— He’s not my boy. How dare you.

— You need to find your father. You got, uh…

— 24 hours.

— Mr. Goldman.

— Pleasure chatting with you.

— What’d you tell him ?

— I didn’t tell him anything.

— But where were you ?

— Why is he looking for Mickey ?

— I thought all that was over.

— What does he want ?

— Relax, Ezra.

— I can’t relax.

— Don’t you know what’s at stake ?

— Tikkun olam.

— What ?

— Tikkun olam.

— I don’t know what that means, Ezra.

— “To repair the world.”

— We must repair the world, Raymond.

— Right.

— The Ruth Goldman cancer center

— is the most important thing in my life.

— Yeah, I know.

— While I was ill last year, a
lot of people took advantage.

— They stopped digging at the site, Raymond.

— We’re at least $50 million short.

— You’re gonna have to help me
make good on these pledges.

— It’s gonna be the toughest
thing we’ve ever had to do.

— I need your help.

— I know you do.

— I can’t spend the rest of my life in prison.

— Do you have it all under control, Raymond ?

— Yeah. Yeah.

— I love Sylvia Plath.

— Sylvia Plath was a freak.

— She should have been on Lexapro.

— She had no one.

— I mean, her husband fell in love with someone else.

— And she wrote all the poems in Ariel,

— and it was so cold that winter.

— She should’ve moved.

— She couldn’t. You know, she had two little kids.

— She was so brave.

— You’re a freak, Bridg. [ Laughs ]

[ Siren chirps ]

— Shit.

[ Indistinct police radio chatter ]

— Do you know why I pulled you over ?
— No.

— You just made a right turn
without putting on your blinker.

— Oh, my God, I did ?

— What’s your name ?

— Bridget Donovan.

— Is that your backpack ?

— Y-yeah, why ?

— Miss, could you step out of the car, please ?

— Why ? What did I do ?

— Just step out of the car, please.
— Right now.

— Stand over here, please.

— Hey.

— How’s the girl ?

— For someone who got shot a couple hours ago, not bad.

— They buy her story ?
— Yeah.

— She did great.

— Thanks, hon.

— Course.

[ Phone ringing ]

— Hey.

Bridget [ crying ]: — Daddy ?

— Bridg ?

[ Indistinct radio transmission ]

— Bridg…

Officer: — Hello, Mr. Donovan.

— This is officer Jansen.

— I’m here with your daughter.

— Pulled over a friend of hers and found an ounce

— of marijuana in Bridget’s backpack.

— The fuck you talking about ?

— But she seems like a good kid,

— so we’re gonna let her go this time.

— Put her back on.

[ Sniffles ] I don’t understand, daddy.

— I… I didn’t do it.

— I don’t have any pot.

— I know you didn’t do it.

— You know how I know ?

— Because you’re my girl and I trust you.

[ Bridget sobbing ]

— Sweetheart…

— You’re gonna be okay,

— but I need you to go home right now, all right ?

— Okay, daddy.

— Listen…

— Can you hold off telling mom for a while ?

— I just want a little time to figure out how to tell her.

— Can we do that ?

— Yes.

— Okay.

— I’ll see you at home.

— You okay ?

[ Sniffles ]

— I’m okay, daddy. [ Laughs ]

— Put the officer back on.

[ Sniffles ] Love you.

Officer: — Yeah ?

— Tell Cochran I got his message.

[ Phone ringing ]

— Fite club.

— Where the fuck’s my brother ?

— Which one ?

— ♪ —

— The fuck you doing here ?

— Hey.

— What, are you stalking her now ?

— You got to stay away from her, Terry.

— Hey, you listening to me ?

— Hey, you put a hand on me, I’ll lay you out.

— Come on.

— I need you to tell me where Mick is.

— Why ? So the both of you can fuck it all up again ?

— Leave him be.

— He’s better off gone.

— I’m in trouble, Terry.

— If I don’t find Mickey and
bring him back, it’s over for me.

— I need your help.

— Please.

[ Festive music playing ] [ Whooping ]

— Oh-ho !

— Ah.

— Blow on ’em. Blow on ’em for luck. Yeah.

— Ooh…

Others: — Uno !

— Dos ! Tres !

[ Electrical crackling ]
— Cuatro ! Cinco !

[ Electrical crackling continues ]
— Seis ! Siete !

Others: — Oh !

[ Lively chatter ] Are you okay ?

[ Man speaking Spanish ]

— Here.

[ Humming with music ]

— ♪ —

[ Man whistling ]

[ Man speaks Spanish ]

[ People shouting in Spanish ]

— Have another one !

— Jefe… para todos.

— Drinks on me.
— ¿Todos ?

— Para todos.

— ♪ [ Lively chatter continues ]

— So, you bet against me ?

— My heart was with you, kid.

— My money was against you.

— When you’re ready, I’ll bet for you.

— Ready ?

— Mickey, you put me in there with a fucking monster.

— There isn’t any getting ready for that.

— Look at my fucking face.

— And that’s why…

— You get half.

— Here.

— Take this.

— I don’t want your fucking money.

— Hey.

— Don’t get mad.

— This is only the beginning.

— Got a good thing going here.

— What, and end up just like Terry ?

— You think I gave him that disease ?

— Is that what you think ?

— Doctor told me they don’t know how he got it.

— Maybe it’s hereditary. Maybe I’m next.

— Maybe you got it already. Who knows ?

— Daryll.

[ Phone rings ]

— Yeah ?

Daryll: — He’s in Rosarito.

— I know.

— Then what do you need me for, then, motherfucker ?

— Where in Rosarito ?

— This place called Lucy’s.

— Thanks, Daryll.

[ Phone rings ]

— Where are you ?

— I’ll be back tomorrow.

— I thought you and Conor

— were gonna go apologize to that kid tonight.

— I can’t. Something came up.

— Well, I’m not taking him.

— Conor’s gonna be okay.

— I’ll take him tomorrow, I promise.

— All right, Ray.

— Whatever you say.

— Look, Abs, I’m sorry.

— I got to go.

[ Sighs ]

[ Cell phone chimes ]

—

—

[ Sighs ]

— A member of our family was
brutally attacked this morning.

— We’ve received thousands of e-mails…

… asking “how is Tiffany ?”.

— We have an answer…

[ Applause, cheering ] Right… now.

[ Intro to Celine Dion’s “My
Heart Will Go On” playing ]

— ♪ — Every night — ♪ —

— ♪ — in my dreams — ♪ —

— ♪ — I see you — ♪ —

— ♪ — I feel you — ♪ —

— ♪ — that is how — ♪ — Hey ’ma !

— ♪ — I know you — ♪ — She’s on !

— ♪ — go on — ♪ —
[ Woman speaking Hebrew ]

— ♪ —

— ♪ — Far across the distance — ♪ —

— ♪ — and spaces — ♪ —

— ♪ — between us — ♪ —

— ♪ — you have come — ♪ —

— ♪ — to show you… — ♪ —

— This is the girl that Lena helped.

— Today.
— Oh. Really ?

— Ah.

— ♪ — Near — ♪ —
— Is that her real hair ?

— ♪ — Far — ♪ — Yeah, I think so.

— ♪ — Wherever you are — ♪ —

— ♪ — I believe — ♪ —
— What about her breasts ?

— ♪ — that our love — ♪ —
— Hard to tell.

— ♪ — does go on — ♪ — Shh. Listen.

[ Speaks Hebrew ]

— ♪ —

Tiffany [ on TV ]: — ♪ — Once more — ♪ —

— ♪ — you open the door — ♪ —

— ♪ — and you’re here — ♪ —

— ♪ — in my heart and — ♪ —

— ♪ — my heart will go on — ♪ —

— ♪ — and on… — ♪ —

— ♪ —

— ♪ — Man, that can’t be
healthy, looking for my mama — ♪ —

— ♪ — but she wasn’t there to help me — ♪ —

— ♪ — never knew my daddy,
so my memory is filthy — ♪ —

— ♪ — slippin’ into darkness — ♪ —

— ♪ — oh, these niggas wanna kill me — ♪ —

— ♪ — Compton city livin’, ain’t
too many chances given — ♪ —

— ♪ — and you ain’t gonna make it — ♪ —

— ♪ — if you’re scared or your
timid, this a real-life — ♪ —

— ♪ — horror movie, drugs
and crime scenes — ♪ —

— ♪ — niggas sleepwalkin’,
thugs supply dreams — ♪ —

— ♪ — still see a face
without the battle scars — ♪ —

— ♪ — I love you, mama, come
back for your baby b… — ♪ —

— ♪ [ Squeals ]

— ♪ — El inocente — ♪ —

— ♪ — porque tengo muchachas — ♪ —

— ♪ — porque tengo muchachas de quince… — ♪ —

— I’ve been moving to this song my whole life.

— The fuck does it mean ?

— “You want to dance la bamba,”
— Yeah.

— “You need a little bit of grace,”

— “a little bit of grace,”

— “for me and for you.”

— Whoa, I got a little bit of grace,

— for me and for you.

— ♪ — Mm-mmh.

[ Laughs ] — What else does it say ?

Woman: — “I am not a sailor, I’m a captain.”

— ♪ — Soy capitán, soy capitán… — ♪ —

— What did you say ?

— “I’m not a sailor, I’m a captain.”

[ “La bamba” continues ]

[ Woman laughing ]

[ Chuckles ]: — That son of a bitch.

— ♪ — Ooh… — ♪ —

— ♪ — Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh… — ♪ —

— ♪ — Vamos a bailar la bamba — ♪ —

— ♪ — vamos a bailar la bamba… — ♪ —

All: — ♪ — Sabía si no me quiero — ♪ —

Mickey: — ♪ — si no me quiero — ♪ —

— ♪ — si no me quiero — ♪ —

— ♪ — tengo la pasión — ♪ —

— ♪ — la pasión… — ♪ —

[ Laughing ]

[ Continue singing in Spanish ]

[ Laughter ]

— ♪ —

[ Turns engine off ]

[ Men continue singing in Spanish inside ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Slurring ]: — Ray… Ray-Ray.

— Ray-Ray.

— What are you doing here ?

— My son.

— My son.

— Oh, we thought the other one was your son.

— That was my son.

— That was El Negro.

— This one’s El Blanco.

[ Laughter, shouting ]

— I came to take you back, Mick.

— What ? No.

— Come on, you just got here.

— We’re going back. Come on.

— Fuck you.

— You prick.

— I’m not a sailor.

— I’m a captain.

— Amigos.

— ¿ Quien soy ?

Others: — El capitán.
— El capitán.

— Capitán.

[ Chuckles ]

— You’re the captain, huh, Mick ?

— Yeah.

— All right.

[ Music stops ]

[ Presses button ]

— ♪ — In a — ♪ —

— ♪ — little cafe just the
other side of the border — ♪ —

— ♪ — she was sitting
there giving me looks — ♪ —

— ♪ — that made my mouth water — ♪ —

— ♪ — so I started walking her way — ♪ —

[ phone vibrating ]
— ♪ — she belonged to a bad man Jose — ♪ —

— ♪ — and I knew, yes, I
knew I should leave — ♪ —

— ♪ — when I heard her say… — ♪ —

— Hello ?

Ray: — I got him.

— All right, good.

— ♪ — So big and so strong — ♪ —

— ♪ — come a little bit
closer, I’m all alone — ♪ —

— ♪ — and the night is so long — ♪ —

— ♪ — so we started to dance — ♪ —

— ♪ — in my arms, she felt so inviting — ♪ —

— ♪ — and I couldn’t resist
just one little kiss — ♪ —

— ♪ — so exciting — ♪ —

— ♪ — then I heard the guitar player say — ♪ —

— ♪ — “vámonos, Jose’s on his way” — ♪ —

— ♪ — and I knew, yes,
I knew I should run — ♪ —

— ♪ — but then I heard her say — ♪ —

— ♪ — come a little bit closer,
you’re my kind of man — ♪ —

— ♪ — so big and so strong — ♪ —

— ♪ — come a little bit
closer, I’m all alone — ♪ —

— ♪ — and the night is so long… — ♪ —

[ Loud crashing, shouting ]

— ♪ [ Loud thumping, screaming ]

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— ♪ — Then the music stopped — ♪ —

— ♪ — when I looked, the cafe was empty — ♪ —

— ♪ — and there stood Jose — ♪ —

— ♪ — he said, “man, you’re
in trouble plenty” — ♪ —

[ Man speaking Spanish ]

— ♪ — So I dropped the drink from my hand — ♪ —

— ♪ — and through the window I ran — ♪ —

— ♪ — and as I rode away,
I will never forget — ♪ —

— ♪ — how she said — ♪ —

— ♪ — come a little bit closer,
you’re my kind of man — ♪ —

— ♪ — so big and so strong — ♪ —

— ♪ — come a little bit
closer, I’m all alone — ♪ —

— ♪ — and the night is so long — ♪ —

— ♪ —