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Previously on Ray Donovan:

- Where the hell are you?
- I'm in Boston.

- What about the kids?
- They can look after themselves.

Get your ass home, Abby.

You get your ass home,
you fucking hypocrite.

So you really gonna kick us out?

That's the rules.

Yeah? You like rules?

Vartan is connected.
His sister's the bank.

You, be a good boy. Hm?

- You understand the terms?
- Sure.

You give me 10 grand,
I give you 15 in a month.

I'll let you in on a vision I have
of a way we can all get rich together.

See this cocaine?

This is for you to sell.

We split the profits.

Let us take care of you for one day.

They all had a very good day.

Dope was easy to move.

Goddamn.

My brother is in prison.
He killed another inmate.

Who's a ding, motherfucker?

They're gonna kill him.

That's terrible.

Can you help me?

Governor,
this is my good friend Ray Donovan.

- Nice to meet you.
- Ray has a brother in county.

We would appreciate it
if you would expedite his release.

- I'll get it done tonight.
- What did it cost you to get me out?

So I had a contract drawn up to buy you
and your services and your company...

...lock, stock and barrel.

Sign there and there.

You'll be expected for work
tomorrow morning.

Ripped By mstoll

I ain't going up.

You better hold her, Bunch.

- Oh, my God.
- Wait, wait! Whoa!

- Get in the water, fuck!
- Get him! Get him, bro.

- Aah!
Ha-ha-ha.

You can do it.

Pass the ball. Pass the ball.

Yeah!

Oh, please, wake up. Interception.

Great party, Mick.

Okay!

Let's go, come on.

This is some dark shit.

Mick, this ain't good.

What's your problem?

We're in with the Minassians
up to our fucking necks.

I mean, how much did you float
this dude's party for? What, 15K?

You gotta spend money
to make money.

Yeah, well, Wikipedia said
these Armenians' power is vicious.

Mr. Minassian? He skims credit cards,
sits in a ballroom drinking rose water.

Ha-ha-ha.
How vicious can you get?

Are you PJ?

You're the guy
with all the girls on BangBoard?

- Yeah. Nice to meet in the flesh.
- Wait. That's a great slogan.

- Nice to meet in the flesh.
- Wait, who you talking to?

Kwip, my app.
You say something witty...

...it translates it to text,
then blasts it to all your platforms.

Anyway, thanks for meeting me off-site.
My guys don't go in for this thing...

...so we gotta be discreet.
- No problem.

Girls, blow,
plus the kid and myself that supervise.

All the girls we picked will be there?

Every one.

So 15.

Yeah, half now,
half when the party's over.

- Right.
- Okay.

See? Not to worry.

Jeez.

What are you doing?

Making lunch.

Mom always just gives us money.

Are you only living here
until she comes home?

I don't know, Bridg.

You, uh, want a lunch?

My buddies are going to Amoeba
to see Pet Ghost do a signing.

- You're still grounded.
- Don't want me to have a life?

No. I want you home after school.

- What are you working on?
- Tweaking this personal statement.

Mandatory meeting at 1:30
with a college adviser.

College, huh?

All right.

What?

See you at 1:30.

Yeah?

You're spying on me?

No. Just getting organised.

Yeah, right.

Now you gotta get organised.

Spy on me from there.

Don't be obvious, idiot.

I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

Don't talk, dumbass.

Now touch yourself.

There you go.

That's good.

What the fuck is this?

Uh... Fell off the chair,
knocked some papers over.

I was telling him how you might
wanna put a Glade PlugIn out there.

It smells like dog.

- What's lucha nache?
- Uh...

It's noche.

Mexican wrestling with the masks.

We're doing some shows at the club.

Started planning it
while you was away.

Who's planning it?

Me and their manager.

We're gonna do a whole series
like chapters in a book.

- Who's paying for this?
- Don't worry about it.

Los Angeles.

Someone said it's like a volcano
spewing out wreckage in all directions.

Heh. That plant, mine since '87.

My daughter wants to tear it to the
ground and build her stadium there...

...but she's got a few boxes
to tick first...

...like bird people
fretting about migration patterns...

...et cetera, et cetera.

- Is that what you need me for?
- No, the governor's taking care of those.

We need to take care of the governor.

She's early.

Varick.

A former aide possesses an unflattering
piece of information on Verona.

She stole his cell phone.

The contents of which will damage
the governor's bid for re-election.

I visited her last night with an offer,
she declined...

...so we may need to escalate.

I don't think that's necessary.

I defer to your expertise
on how it gets done.

Hello, dear.

Keep this between us.

Sure.

Why is he here?

Ray is my guy.

Look, we have competition
for San Diego. We have to act quickly.

The ink's hardly dry on the studio deal.

Forget the movies. Football
is the number one watched show...

...in America every time it airs.

Need to move the team here,
triple your money...

...and you are gonna love the NFL.

And you will build the stadium
to take in the view, huh?

It's football, Dad.

Violence is the view.

And there's the runner.

Matthews is trying to steal second.

Hey, Dad.

You look like your mother.

Yeah, I know.

Hard in the eyes.

- What's wrong?
- Fucking heart disease.

Fall over a few times,
they strap you to the bed...

...bill you to death.

I'm sorry.

Dave told me you showed up,
no notice.

Yeah.

No kids? No husband?

No.

He kick you out?

I wanna buy the bar.

You?

I thought it might make things easier
for everybody.

Everybody's fine.

Margaret says it's losing money.

Your sister is the worst bookkeeper
in the city. Heh.

- Dad, I'm just trying to help, you know?
- We don't need your husband's money.

Who cares where it came from?

The bar is called Kelly's Place.

You're a fucking Donovan.

There's some macaroni in the fridge.

I went to see Dad.

- Yeah?
- You can imagine how that went.

He just says the same shit on repeat.

"If you don't like it in the gutter,
get out of the gutter."

He never said that.

"You got a roof and a bed.
Shut the fuck up."

I don't know how you can stand
to talk to him.

You just gotta let it go.

I asked Dad if I could buy the bar.

With Ray's money?

Whatever hell he gave you,
you were asking for it.

What if I bought it in your name?

- What?
- Profits are yours and Dave's.

You're fucking serious.

Yeah, I'm fucking serious.

- It's awesome.
- Right.

- It's marvellous.
- Amazing.

Jesus Christ, Pop. Pop,
it's like a fucking middle-school dance.

We're gonna miss the next dates.

Okay. Ahem.

Let's have a hand for PJ, huh?

What a boss. What a boss, huh?

He's given us this great party,
and he tells me you're working hard.

I appreciate,
being an entrepreneur myself...

...but man labours for a purpose,
am I right?

And I gotta believe that, uh,
one of your purposes is pussy. Huh?

- Yeah.
- Gentlemen, the door is open.

PJ. Michelle. Why don't you show
Michelle your office.

- Yeah. Yeah, Michelle, PJ.
- Hi, PJ.

- Where's your office?
- Uh, it's in the corner. The corner one.

Um-- Here.

You're gonna have to be
a little proactive.

These guys aren't schooled
in the art of the first move. Here.

Go get them. Go get them.

It's an emotivist refutation of Kant, dude.

Bodhi is a bank robber,
but he's also a cool surfer guy...

...which short-circuits
Johnny Utah's whole FBI agent deal.

Morality is slave to passion.

Classic fucking Hume.

- Yeah. How did you not see that?
- I don't know.

Who is it?

My name's Ray Donovan.
I'm looking for Briana Gathright.

I should notify you at this time,
you're being recorded.

- Last night, Varick Strauss was--
I don't have it anymore!

Okay,
clearly this is illegal forced entry.

- Briana.
- Don't have to tell him anything, Briana.

Briana,
come here so we could talk, please?

Say the word, Briana,
and I'll mace this son of a bitch.

- What's your name?
- Ted.

Briana,
I'd like to not hurt your friend Ted here...

...so would you open the fucking door?

I gave it to my adviser last night,
Sheldon Blackwood.

You want it?
Go deal with him at the law building.

MY Phone.

Pressman increasing
earnings through the '50s and '60s--

- Yeah.
- Mr. Donovan.

Briana just rang.
She told me to expect you.

I'm Sheldon Blackwood.

Yeah. I know who you are.

Your associate came
to my research assistant...

...waving a demand letter
filled with empty claims and hearsay.

Your research assistant gave you
something that wasn't hers to give.

A phone. A cheap black phone
with no personal data...

...no receipt of purchase.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law,
Mr. Donovan.

I might reasonably claim
that that phone is mine.

And I might reasonably not give a shit
about that law, professor.

See you later.

I hope not. Heh, heh. However it works
in your corner of the world...

...harassment means jail time in mine.

This "meet me now" shit,
it's not gonna fly.

I got a job for you.

What is it?

Some guy's got a burner phone
that belongs to Governor Verona.

- So?
- We gotta get it.

Why can't you do it?

I got a meeting at Bridget's school.

- Is everything all right?
- Abby took off for Boston.

Kids are out of sorts.

All right, today only.

Twice my usual rate.

I'll give you three.

That's not how a negotiation works.

I know what you're worth.

- Heh.
- Whoa. Whoa!

Wow, these guys are going in.

Yeah, they've been keeping it
pent up too long. Ahem.

Bad for the blood flow.

- Conor?
- Is your apartment The El Dorado?

- Yeah, why?
- I'm here.

- I just got dropped off. How do I get in?
- Don't move. I'm coming.

- Got this under control?
- Yeah, shit's running itself.

What a blessing you are.

- What up?
- These guys have snorted all the coke.

- We gotta wind it down.
- No, we don't. We're good.

Michelle, come on,
look at these dudes.

They don't wanna wind it down, okay?

Tomorrow they're gonna be nerds
in a cubicle. Right now they're kings.

Miguel, what up?

It's Daryll Donovan.

Hey, listen,
I need another 10 grand re-up...

...at that party in Venice.

Bunchy, a little help here, I'm lost.

All right, look,
you gotta get your form down first.

Good stance, go single.

One hand at a time.

- All right?
- Yeah.

Stare at that yellow tape.

Nice.

Hey, Stan told me
you got a settlement.

Yeah?

- See? Work up a rhythm.
- You beat the church.

David and Goliath, am I right?

Class action. There were six of us.

Yeah, lawyers wouldn't
let me sue, so...

- Why not?
- Yo. The foam's worn down...

...in your shitty-ass gloves,
I'm gonna cut my fucking knuckles.

Okay.

Let's see what we can do about that.
Look, um, just keep practising.

- Yup.
- And breathe out your nose.

Thanks.

What was he talking about?

Why the church give you money?

You can tell me whatever.

I really like you.

And it's not worth me
being around you...

...if you're just gonna--
- Jesus, spit it out already.

A priest messed around with me
when I was a kid.

Probably you need to know that.

No wonder you're so fucked up.

If you don't wanna be around me
no more, I get it.

I ain't got no problem with it.

Mom went back to Boston.

Boston? What for?

I don't know. All Dad
ever says is, "Don't worry about it."

Maybe she went to see
that cocksucker father of hers...

...or enjoy the fall foliage.

I think she left because I freaked her
out. She walked in on me at a bad time.

Bad time?

Were you jerking off?

Conor, if God didn't want us to jerk off,
he would've given us shorter arms.

It's natural.

Thanks, Grandpa.

But for chrissake,
lock the fucking door.

Ginger?

Jesus Christ. Another fucking 10?
Did they ask for it?

Oh, shit.

I'll be right there.

We're going for a ride.

Mm. Very high percentile
on her English ISEE exam.

She started reading
when she was still in diapers.

Hungry Caterpillar,
just picked it up herself.

I see the Calabasas transcripts
are good.

- Worked hard. Never had to push her.
- Yes. Well, you might wanna start.

There are some trouble zones
this semester. B-minus in French...

...D in calculus, chemistry is a C--
- D?

- Those are just midterm grades.
- Yes...

...but we distribute these
to ring an alarm...

...before the student destroys
her chances at the Harvards and Yales.

Those schools have to know
that Rossmore is way more strict.

Bridget's personal statement.
Have you read it?

- Not yet, no.
- Well, she was prompted...

...to share a piece of background
that's central to her identity.

- She wrote about singing.
- What's wrong with singing?

Well, as a hobby, nothing.

As a sales point for a student
with a shaky academic record, weak.

You got any suggestions
or keep lobbing insults?

- Dad.
- Try to find something revealing...

...to write about, something raw.

A story of hardship would help
contextualise a flagging school record.

Sorry about that.

Sorry about what?

- I didn't mean to embarrass you.
- You didn't.

I know college stuff
isn't really your métier.

My What?

What you're familiar with.

But thanks for coming.

- Yeah?
- I need you to come to my dad's house.

Busy.

Want me to put him on the phone
so he can ask you himself?

Here is to the new boss.

May your expectations be very low.

Cheers.

It's Bridg. I gotta get it.

Hey, Bridg.

How'd it go with the counsellor?

I feel like a fuckup.

You, Bridg? You're a star.

You kidding me?

Did your dad go with you?

He was sort of lost.

You know, I felt bad.

Poor Ray.

What are you doing out there, Mom?

Honey, I'm just taking some time
for myself, you know?

For yourself?

Mom, I don't have a single friend
at this school...

...and I'm not Conor's mother.

I can barely handle my own shit.

Okay, sweetheart.

Look, I'll be on the next flight home,
okay?

I love you.

Is she okay?

I gotta get back. She needs me.

As soon as I talk to Ray,
we'll get a cheque cut...

...and we'll get this bar thing going.

- As soon as you talk to Ray.
- Yeah.

Once he knows how important it is,
he'll be fine.

Don't do this.

Don't get our hopes up
and then just go blow us off.

- Margaret.
- We've been killing ourselves...

...with Dad and the bar while you're
in Hollywood getting hair highlighted...

...following Ray.
- What do you know what it is...

...to stay married?
How long did you last?

You know they don't give out prizes
for putting up with bullshit.

I didn't hang with a guy
who fucks everything...

...and then just shuts me up
with money.

I gotta get back to my daughter.

Writ of habeas petition.

Anyone? Anyone? Nothing?

Neither of the state appellant decisions
provided comprehensive summary...

...of the facts
with respect to Smith's habeas petition.

But let's talk about surveillance. Who, if
anyone, knows why it was inadmissible?

What are you doing here?

Hey, I'm Sandra.

Perspective 1 L?
I e-mailed about auditing your clinic.

I don't remember that.

Um...

Professor Blackwood, Indefensible...

...that movie is the whole reason
I'm applying to law school.

Your commentary on the DVD
was amazing.

Well, you lose
an appalling amount of detail in a script.

Well, if you hadn't gotten the witness
on the stand before he died...

...would you still have won the case?

Yeah, justice has its own momentum,
Sandra.

"Truth will out." Merchant of Venice.

Heh, heh. I just got chills.

I don't take auditors mid-semester.

I'll have Admissions route
your application through me.

I appreciate that.

Paige has run into a wrinkle
with her NFL plan.

A fucking wrinkle?

Zack Davis shopped my bid
to some hick billionaire...

...in North Dakota.
- It's just business.

We had a deal.

You had a handshake.

- I need you to get rid of this guy.
- What do you got on him?

- I don't know. Isn't that your department?
- Mr. Donovan will get on the scent.

Now, would you give us a moment,
please?

- You want me on that?
- No.

- What did Varick say?
- Get the phone.

Protect Verona. Don't get distracted.

What's she got on you? Told me to
watch your kids. What am I looking for?

Today, a phone.

If you don't tell me what's going on,
I can't help you.

Ray, you're a father, aren't you?

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Get the phone.

What did my father say to you?

- Yeah?
- The bug picked up a call.

Blackwood made a deal
with Verona's rival.

Told Townsend's campaign he's bringing
the phone and setting up a conference.

All right, thanks.

What is he having you do?

It's not your concern.

We both know that's not true.

Whoo!

- Hey. Here he is. Con.
- What's up, uncle?

- Good to see you. Hey, Pop--
- What the fuck were you thinking?

- What?
- You guys.

Man, you guys
are a bunch of rock stars.

I just-- I love your faces, both of you.

You with your fucking snowy white hair
and you with your thin little moustache.

You're like a charming lesbian couple.

Thank you. Look, you guys ran up
another 10 on top of the 15.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we said 15.

You were supposed to end the party
when the shit ran out.

- How could you be so stupid?
- What are you talking about?

"Be so stupid"?
Pop, I followed your model.

Johns run out of money, float the loan.
That's what you said.

A hundred here, there,
not 10 fucking thousand...

...and not
with the Mexican gangs involved.

- All right, so what do you wanna do?
- What can I do, steal their laptops?

We're fucked.

Where's Conor?

How do you want it?

Regular, I guess.

- Who is it?
- Ray Donovan.

Hey, Ted.

Look, Briana, I don't know
how you got involved in this...

...what made you take that phone.
- He lied to me.

A thousand times.

About what?

He said he loved me.

I lost two years of my life
campaigning for him.

Coming out with that phone isn't gonna
hurt Verona. He'll make a public apology--

We're not coming out with the phone.
I changed my mind...

...and Blackwood says he'll destroy it.

He's full of shit.

He's the only one on my side.

He called Townsend's campaign.

Wants to use your phone
to take down Verona himself, be a hero...

...get another fucking poster
for his wall.

Think he'll give a shit when they start
dragging you through the mud, huh?

Press starts calling you a thief
and a whore.

You don't deserve that.

You're young. You made a mistake.

Yeah.

Mistakes were made.

You know, I'm not even the only woman
on that phone.

I walked in on him
fucking someone in a hotel.

That's when I took the phone.

You want me to help you get it back?

You missed class.

I had a college counselling meeting.

I handed back the tests.

You got an A.

That's a relief, I guess.

Something wrong?

Just college application BS.

What BS are they making you do?

They want me to be raw and revealing
in my essay...

...which is just code for writing about
the worst thing that happened to you.

- Right.
- And I already blabbed to you...

...about what that was.

I remember.

So I just-- I don't wanna write
about my murdered boyfriend...

...just to get into some bullshit college.

Sorry. Into college.

I don't blame you.

Did you ever feel guilty
when your wife died?

Like, on the night of the accident...

...if there was anything
you could've done differently?

- What?
- Katie told me that's how your wife died.

In your accident.

Wow.

No, um, we were celebrating
our anniversary in Sayulita.

She started getting these headaches.

Ahem. Blood clot.

I should head home.

Miss Donovan, for your essay, you could
write about getting a D in math.

Yeah.

I'm proud of you, Briana, okay?

There'll be a few reporters, okay?

They're people I trust
and I'll be right by your side.

You're doing an honourable thing.

Don't need to explain, keep it simple.

- You'll be out of there in no time, okay?
- Okay.

This way.

Over here.

Nine-tenths of the law, right?

You like working for Lee?

Good lumbar support.

The intern brings in lunch every day.

Lee pops a vessel every 10 minutes.
What's not to like?

What if I want you back?

You're a piece of work.

You let the business go to shit,
you're punishing Avi.

- Can't blame me for that.
- Yeah, you didn't have to punish me.

No, I didn't.

Look.

I don't like sitting on my ass
behind that desk every day.

I don't like standing around
waiting for orders.

You gotta lighten the fuck up.

I'll do my best.

All right, then. See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

You have three saved messages.

Tom, it's Briana.

I just saw you on Hanntty in that
Brioni tie we got you with the swirls.

Seriously, Tom?

I've been at the Fairmont four hours.

Do you even wanna see me?

It's Paige. Everyone's gone home.

I'm stretched out over my desk
waiting for you.

You come up behind me, pull up
my skirt, biting my ass hard, I scream...

...but you know how bad I want it
so you bite me again.

- Yeah?
- Did you get it?

You'll know I got it
when I fucking call you.

Mr. Donovan, I--

Hello?

We need to meet.

Take the girls on their dates
and meet me in Glendale.

You okay, kiddo?

I think so.

Who else has heard it?

As far as I know,
just the girl and her professor.

Does my father know you have it?

For me to think of this getting out
makes me sick.

I'm a fucking idiot.

We just got carried away.

So you're telling me you got caught up
in a whirlwind romance...

...with that fat fuck Tom Verona.

Come on.

You looked in his eyes and saw someone
who could get you what you wanted.

That too.

So you're gonna give the phone
to my father?

- What's he gonna do?
- Leverage me out of the business.

Why? What'd you do to him?

The better question is,
what's he done to me?

Look, Paige, I work for your father.

- What do you want for it?
- He did something for me.

Took care of my brother.
We made a deal.

I can make you a better deal.

Just name your price.

I work for your father.

I bring up luchadores
and we can't cover their insurance...

...they'll bust your head.

Unless I counted wrong,
that's $12,232.

Let me get you an envelope.

What are you doing with Teresa?

What?

- Nothing. What are you talking about?
- I got eyes, motherfucker.

- Is she your girlfriend?
- What?

No, man, I'm her fucking brother.

But I do need her mind clear to perform.
I can't have her getting soft.

She ain't getting soft.

- Hey.
- Whoa, man.

- You take money from my brother?
- He gave me money.

Yeah? Well, now,
you give me what he gave you.

Take it up with Bunchy. Unh!

Don't you fuck with my brother.

Nobody's fucking with your brother.
Chill.

- We got a business contract.
- Yeah?

- You leave him the fuck alone!
- Terry, get off of him!

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Oh. Mm.

So Davros says you need another 10.

It's just short-term.

It will be my pleasure.

Please.

Well, Mrs. Minassian.

You're a great American.

After that, we take 50.

Fifty thousand?

You're talking a goddamn shakedown?

Not interest on your loan.

Cash flow moving forward.

Fifty percent of the business?

Fifty percent, a partnership.

Accept?

No.

I don't like your terms.

These are good terms.

Good for me, good for you.

Settle debts with your Mexicans.

Enjoy the advantages
of our organisation.

We got our own organisation.

No, two men is not an organisation.

We are your partner.

No, we don't wanna be partners.

Let's go, Daryll.

How old your grandson?

Beautiful boy.

Pink cheeks.

Shut your fucking mouth.

Whoa, Pop, take it easy.

I was paying a compliment.

We might wanna stay
on her good side.

Mrs. Minassian...

...I want us to do right by each other.

And, of course, we will.

Of course, of course. Ha-ha-ha.

Fifty-fifty.

You took your time.

That girl's gonna keep quiet.
Verona should be all clear for Tuesday.

- And the phone?
- I got rid of it.

Which part of "get me the phone"
didn't you understand?

You said you wanted it kept quiet.

Don't be fucking coy.

You know what's on that phone?

What do you think?

I just assumed, as a father,
you'd wanna bury that kind of thing.

An honest to God white knight.

Did you give my daughter that phone?

No.

Governor is having an election party
Tuesday night. You're invited.

Bring Mrs. Donovan.

Good night, Ray.

Did you get it?

Did I get what?

The phone.

Good night, Varick.

You're leaving?

Your brother is fucking crazy.

I can talk to him.

He just didn't understand
our arrangement.

We got an offer in Bakersfield.
Gotta make that paper.

But you've been so helpful
sprucing up the place.

Maybe I could hire you.

I go where Pablo and them go.
They ain't just my job, they're my family.

Teresa, you can't go.

Okay? Don't go.

Tell me what to do to keep you here.

I'll do whatever you want.

There's nothing you can do.

But I'll miss fucking with you.

You didn't give it to him.

Not yet.

You don't like my family, do you?

What's to like?

Not much.

How'd it get so bad
between you two?

I can't tell you all the details.

Pick one.

I tried too hard
for my father's approval.

And he preferred feeling needed
over feeling proud.

Maybe you should've just kidnapped
yourself.

Maybe.

I'll give you the phone
for a piece of your NFL deal.

- How much?
- Five percent.

What if I told you you're insane?

You don't get a football team.

- Two point five.
- Three.

Okay.

You get the phone
when I see something in writing.

You need that?

You don't trust me?

Hm?

I wonder if you're out past your depth.

I'll manage.

They were gonna rip you off.

What do you know about it?

Well, I know what I saw.

You know, we don't all have
to spend our life fucking miserable.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Your son Ubered out to see me
after school today.

Wanted some quality time.
I drove him home.

What were you doing
in North Hollywood?

Grandpa just told you. Quality time.

Why don't you go upstairs, Conor.

He's a great kid.

Offer me a drink.

Three minutes of your life.

He's lonesome, your son.

No one's home
and he's taking it personal.

You're gonna give me a fucking lesson
in parenting, Mick?

My mistakes weigh on me too.

I'm sure you cry yourself to sleep.

No good looking back.

Hey.

I'm concerned about you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I know Abby's gone.

I know you must be hurting.

And I want you to know, whatever
history is there between you and me...

...you wanna talk,
I can be a very good listener.

Food for thought.

What are you up to out there?

- Up to?
- North Hollywood.

What do you got going on, Mick?

I bought a two-bedroom apartment,
top-of-the-line grill, right by the pool.

Are you all right?

No.

You got the blues.

Yeah.

You wanna talk about it?

I don't think so.

It's too painful.

You know something?

Maybe it's...

...hardwiring from childhood,
I don't know.

But I find that, uh...

I still find that prayer eases pain
more than anything else.

I don't know.

Works for me.

May I be confident
that in the trials of my life...

...that you, oh, God,
will be my constant companion.

Whenever I can't stand,
you will carry me.

May I have no fear
of what might happen tomorrow...

...for the same Father
who cares for me today...

...will care for me then
and for every day of my life.

You will shield me from suffering...

...or give me the strength
to bear it patiently...

...for your yoke is easy
and your burden is light.

May I then be at peace
and put aside all the useless worries.

Time running out...

Hey, dog.

- Hey.
- Hi.

- No, no. Hold on, it's a touchdown.
- Good boy.

Make that a touchdown by Middleton
on an 11-yard pass from...

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