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Previously on “Ray Donovan”…

— Now, get off the fucking…

[ grunts, groans ]

— You were just in a shoot-out with Sully Sullivan.

— How the fuck do I explain what he’s doing here ?

— You hired us to help you find Sully.

— You were never here.

— You understand ?

— Get the fuck out.

Mickey: — Hey, boys.

— I’m back.

— Come on, let it go.

— You got hit. It happens.

Keith: — Mickey Donovan ?

— I’m Ronald Keith.

— I’m your new parole officer.

— The Ruth Goldman Cancer Center

— is the most important thing in my life.

— June Wilson pledged $5 million,

— and now I can’t get her on the phone.

— I’m going to have to sell my art collection.

Ezra: — What the fuck did you do, Raymond ?

— She can’t afford it.

— Not acceptable, Raymond.

Abby: — He’s buying me the house

— of my dreams.

— What did you just write ?

— You’re really not gonna let me interview

— the agent that shot Sully Sullivan ?

— He’s on another case, Ms. McPherson.

— Anything else I can help you with ?

— Mickey Donovan.

— There’s a reporter from Boston here…

— Kate McPherson.

— Keep her away from Mick.

— My father’s not coming home tonight.

— What the fuck are you so afraid of ?

— You want to go get a drink ?

— What do you know ?

— The FBI said Sully was here for six months.

— It’s not true.

— I got proof.

— You know what Sully would’ve said about you ?

— “Kate McPherson…

— you’re a real pisser, you know that.”

[ music playing quietly over speakers ]

[ sighs ]

— What else you got in there ?

— Nothing. I…

— Ah, fuck.

[ panting, wheezing ]

— I can’t fucking run.

[ heavy breathing, moaning ]

— You want to be on top.

— That’s what you want.

[ both grunting ]

— That’s what I want.

Cochran: — ♪ — You can’t see the mornin’ — ♪ —

— ♪ — But I can see the light — ♪ —

— ♪ — Try, try, try to let it ride — ♪ —

— ♪ — While you’ve been out runnin’ — ♪ —

— ♪ — I’ve been waiting half the night — ♪ —

— ♪ — Try, try, try…
Try, try, try, to let it ride — ♪ —

[ chuckling ]: — Hey.

— It’s Scrabble night.

— Yeah. I’ll be home early.

— Oh, hey, should I make the artichoke dip

— or the cheese dip ?

— Uh, the casserole. [ cell phone ringing ]

— Megan loves your casserole.

— Cochran here.

— Yeah.

— Wh-Wh-Wh…

— What ?

— Jesus F. Christ.

— Oh, fuck, fuck !

— Fuck ! Fuck !

— Fuck ! God. Fuck !

— Edward !

— That is enough.

[ sighs ]

— You’re right.

— Sorry.

— Where’s Ray Donovan ?

— Ask you something ?

— Sure.

— You do this a lot ?

— No.

— You ?

— No.

— Hey.

— Just because we fucked doesn’t
mean I won’t do my job.

— Yeah. Sure.

— Can I see you again ?

— I don’t think that’s such a good idea.

— That’s too bad.

[ door closes ]

[ elevator bell dings ]

[ cell phone buzzing ]

[ sighing ]

— Hello ?

— Hey, Deb…

— I want to put in an offer on that house.

— Uh… okay.

— Um…

— they’re asking $4.6 million.

— What do you want to offer ?

— Four-point-six.

— You don’t have to offer the full asking price.

— Just get the house, Deb.

[ elevator bell dings ]

— Ray.

— Morning, Ray.

— Rushing home to see the wife and kids ?

— What do you want ?

— Tell me something… how long has this

— piece of shit been on your payroll ?

— What do you need, Cochran ?

— 3:00 a.m., this asshole

— was arrested for stealing a chicken.

— He’s harmless.

— “Harmless.” Okay.

— ’Cause he was fucking mouthing off to a detective,

— said he was on the docks the night that Sully got shot.

— Is that true ?

— Christ, is there anyone who wasn’t there ?

— I’ll take care of it. Yeah, how you gonna do that ?

— You gonna take him upstairs and
fuck him like that reporter ?

— He’s not a problem.

— Not after you make him disappear, he’s not.

— That’s not what I do, Cochran.

— Oh, don’t fool yourself, Ray.

— You don’t have morals.

— I told you I’d take care of it.

[ grunts, mutters ]

[ cell phone rings ]

[ sighs ]

— Shit.

[ sighs heavily ]

— Ronald Keith.

— I need you to do something for me.

— No, sorry.

— Not on the clock today.

— I’m in the office tomorrow.

— You sure about that, Ron ?

— Give me a break, man.

— This is my only day off.

— What do you want ?

— Woman [ over computer ]:
The handsome man can’t dance with the band.

— The handsome man can’t dance with the band.

— In his mansion even though he has a tan.

— In his mansion even though he has a tan.

— What’s that ?

[ flat American accent ]: And where were you last night ?

— Why are you talking like that ?

— Like what ?

— Uh, I-I was with Marvin.

— Okay.

— Okay ?

— Can’t stop you.

— What are we eating ?

— Don’t ask me.

— You guys seem to come and go whenever you want.

Bridget: — Just have some cereal or something.

— Fuck that shit.

— I want an egg; I didn’t do anything bad.

[ door opens, closes ] On strike or something.

— Nice of you stop by, Ray.

— I put in a bid on that house.

[ shower running ]

— You think we’ll get it ?

— Yeah.

— How much ?

— $4.6.

— Jesus, Ray, can we afford it ?

— Of course we can.

— Thank you, sweetheart.

— Thank you.

— Sweetheart.

— Sweetheart.

— Hey, hey,

— Abs, come on.

— Hey, I don’t have time.

— You had time twice a day for the last two weeks.

— Now you can’t fuck me ?

— Abs, I’m sorry, I got to go.

— I’m already late.

— I’ll call you later.

[ sighs ]

[ muttering ] Shit, I don’t need Medicare.

— This ain’t fucking right.

— This ain’t right.

— It’s right, amigo.

— Look, federal, state,

— local, locker and uniform.

— You guys are better crooks

— than I ever fucking was.

— Mr. Donovan ?

— Who’s asking ?

— Kate McPherson.

— Boston Globe.

[ clears throat ] Boston Globe ?

— Huh, ain’t that something ?

— What are you doing way out here

— in Los Angeles ?

— Looking for you.

— Oh, yeah ? What for ?

[ bell dinging ] Donovan.

— Time for a piss test.

— I’d like to ask you a few questions.

— About what ?

— Who are you ?

— I’m his parole officer.

— Let’s go, Donovan.

— I’d like to ask you about Sully Sullivan.

— I don’t know who you’re talking about.

— Come on, Mick, you’re wasting my time.

— It was nice to meet you, Mr. Donovan.

— Your son, Ray,

— says I can’t talk to you.

— But I think you should make up your own mind.

— I always do, sweetheart.

— What the fuck are you still doing here, Tiny ?

— Don’t you think I want to go back to Boston ?

— I still go family there.

— What’s stopping you ?

— Sully’s mom is a motherfucker.

— Oh, Jesus.
— She has 15 people

— who will kill me; I’m not going back there

— while that C-U-N-T is still alive.

— She’s a hundred years old; what are you so scared of ?

— Are you mad at me ?

— Get in the fucking car.

[ phone rings ]

— Yeah ?

Keith: — I got him.

— Put him on.

— It’s Ray.

— Ray ?

— Mick, that woman you met this morning,

— don’t fucking talk to her.

— What’s in it for me if I don’t ?

— I’m keeping you out of prison.

— I want to go to the Fite Club.

— I want to see my boys.

— You do that for me, and I’ll let it lie.

— Ma’am, $275 is the-the lowest I can go.

— I-I mean, the prices are on the handlebars.

— There are cheaper bikes on Craigslist.

— Hey.

— If you could have any bike,

— what kind would you want ?

— I don’t know.

— Well, tell me about your lifestyle.

— I don’t know what that means.

— Well, where you gonna be riding it,

— Hmm ? Dirt, gravel ?

— I want to ride on the sidewalk.

— You want to pop wheelies ?

Boy: — Nothing crazy.

— Okay. I hear you.

— I hear you.

[ short laugh ] Hi.

— Hi.

— Listen, I overheard, uh,

— I think I can put something together for you.

— Oh…

— Thanks, but we…

— we don’t have a lot of money.

— We shouldn’t have even come in.

— Come back later this afternoon.

— I think I can find something
that works for the both of you.

— Oh ! Oh !

— What the fuck ?

[ panicked breathing ]

— You told the cops you saw the shooting ?

[ stammers ] I panicked, Ray.

— I d… I-I can’t go to prison. Everybody thinks

— I set Sully up.
I go to prison, Sully’s guys’ll kill me.

— What’s the first fucking thing you learn

— when you’re five years old on Dorchester Street ?

[ whimpers ] Huh ?

— You don’t fucking talk to the cops !

[ sobs ]

— Jesus fucking Christ, Tiny.

— You didn’t see the press conference ?

— You know how we’re playing this ?

— Are you out of your fucking mind ?
— I’m sorry, Ray.

— Stand him up.
— No.

— No, no, no.
— Over there.

— Don’t, no, no.
— Come on.

— No, Ray, no. No, no.

— Don’t… No… [ crying ]

— Don’t shoot me, Ray.

— Don’t shoot me.
— Look at me, Tiny.

— Look at me.

[ shutter clicks ]

— What’re you gonna do, Ray ?

— Make sure he doesn’t take one
fucking step out of this room.

— You understand me, Av ?
— Okay.

— Cochran doesn’t trust you.

— He’ll be out of the country by tonight.

— So what, Ray ?

— You just a fucking travel agent now ?

— Look at Frank Barnes with his brand-new balls.

— Let me ask you something, Frank.

— You think Cochran’s gonna look
after you when this is all over ?

[ low, indistinct chatter ]

— I’m back.

— Where the fuck is everybody ?

Narrator [ on TV ]: On the northwest coast of Ireland.

— These mountains by the sea were the final strongholds

— of the earls of Tír Chonaill

— and Tyrone.

— Remote. Beautiful.

— What are you, depressed ?

— What are you watching this shit for ?

— I’m moving there.

— Oh, yeah ?

— I’d go, too,

— if I could.

— You know what your brother’s doing to me ?

— Starving me to death.

— There, there, look.

— I’m not supposed to live like this.

— This is America.

— You know what we got to do ?

— Another Fite Nite, Terr.

— What do you say ?

Daryll: — Hey, Terry, guess what…
I’m up to five…

— miles.

— What the fuck ? You’re driving again ?

— Yeah, I am.

— Terry and me… just talking about

— you getting back in the ring.

— Don’t put words in my mouth.

Daryll: — Are you serious ?

— I’m not getting back in the ring for you,
Mick. You sold me out.

— Fuck that.

— What’s with him, huh ?

— What’d you go back to being a chauffeur for ?

— That’s demeaning.

— I am making a living, Pop.

— I made you a living.

— I still can.

[ laughs ]

— Wow.

— You know… You know, Mom used to tell me these stories

— about the great Mickey Donovan.

— How people looked at you with respect.

— What a fucking joke.

— Like, why do you got to be so fucked up, Mick ?

— Why do you got to be such an asshole ?

— All right. Don’t get all emotional.

— Anything on this guy ?

— No, he’s a fucking Boy Scout, Ray.

— He loves his wife,

— he plays classic rock on the weekends

— and he only hangs out with other guys in law enforcement.

— Here.

— Is that Tiny ?
— Yeah. How quick can you get me

— a passport, ticket to the Maldives and 15 grand in cash ?

— Oh, you… got to give me at least a day.

— Got two hours.

[ phone rings ]

— Yeah ?
Deb: — Congratulations.

— They accepted the offer on the Trousdale house.

— Okay.

— I need a check for a million in 24 hours.

— Is that a problem ?

— No. Not a problem, Deb.

[ sighs ]

— Put Ezra on the phone.

— It’s Ray Donovan.

— Sorry, Ray. Ezra’s in a meeting.

— He’s been in a meeting for two days.

— That’s right.

— [ rope skipping, gloves hitting heavy bags ]

[ panting and groaning ]

— You look tough. [ laughs ]

— I’ve been managing fighters down in Mexico.

— Yeah ?

— I’m back in the States looking for new blood.

— What’s your fighting weight ?

— 165.

— 165. Here. Dig, dig, dig.

— Boom, boom ! You’ve got some power.

— See, I found a way for my fighters

— to make real money down there.

— How’s that ?

— Well, a guy like you, with the right management,

— pick up some serious dough,

— but you got to learn to take a fall.

Terry: — That’s enough, Mick.

— What did I do ?

— Get the fuck out of here.

— I run a clean establishment.

— Terry…

— Get out.

— You still blame me for the Parkinson’s.

— That it ?

— I told you not to go the full 12 rounds with Chuy Gomez.

— I don’t throw fights.

— Go home, Mick.

— See you later.

[ enunciating ]: — I parked the car,
and I walked across the yard.

— I parked the car,

— and I walked across the yard.

— Parked the car…

[ whispering ]: — and I walked across…

[ sniffing ]

Finkel: — Can you be more specific, Jackson ?

— I don’t know.

— What exactly about life makes you think

— it’s all a-a game ?

— I don’t know.

— He’s fucking someone else, you asshole !

— Are you happy now ?

— Abby…
— You’re the one who called it rape.

— You put that in my head,
that my own husband was raping me.

— Abby. Abby, I have a patient !

[ elevator bell dings ]

— Ray, he doesn’t want to see you.

— You’re not taking my calls ? Huh ?

— Huh ?

— You disappointed me, Raymond.

— I sent you to collect that money from June Wilson,

— and you didn’t do it. Don’t you know what that means ?

— June Wilson didn’t pay, and Arthur Rosen heard,

— and he didn’t pay,
and when Arthur doesn’t pay, no one pays.

— You’re right, Ezra.

— I’m sorry.

— June Wilson pledged you $5 million,

— and I’m gonna get it for you.

— Thank you, Raymond.

— But I’m keeping 20%.

— That’s Ruth’s money.

— 20%, or you're on your own.

— How dare you ?!

— What gives you the right to dictate terms to me ?

— Because I do your fucking dirty work, Ezra.

— All you think about is the RGOCC and your fucking legacy.

— Ruth was everything to me.

— Yeah ?

— Well, I got a family, too.

— Want me to shake down an old friend, I’ll do it,

— but it’s gonna cost you.

[ click, puts gun down ]

[ sighs ]

— You didn’t come here to practice.

— Excuse me ?

— You just came to fire that gun, right ?

— Exorcize your demons.

— That gun of yours… it’s a beauty.

— Yup.

— It was a gift…

— from my husband.

— That’s a brave man, gives a gun to his wife.

— We were younger then.

— Fucking optimistic.

— Well, he knows his weapons.

— It’s a good one.

— It’s just… it’s not the right size for your hand.

— Oh, it’s fine.

— Here, try this one.

— Go ahead.

— How’s that feel ?

— Okay.

— Feels okay.

— Just okay ?

— Feels good.

— Let her rip.

[ click ]

— Hey, Mickey.

[ laughs ]

— Why the long face ?

— You believe this shit ?

— I got a shit job in a Mexican restaurant.

— Now my sons all turn their backs on me.

— Man, this is almost a hundred bucks.

[ laughs ]

— Right ?

— Look at you.

— You got fucking cancer, they throw you out of the can,

— put you in this fucking shit hole.

— You always got a smile on your face.

— Here, give me a hit.

— I thought you were being tested.

— I already pissed this morning.

— Not gonna test me twice in one day.

[ laughs ]

— June isn’t home.

— It’s all right.

— I can wait.

— Ray.

— Don’t put your hands on me, Carlo.

— Like I said, she is not home,

— so you need to go…

[ groaning ]

[ groaning continues ]

[ sighs, gasps ]

— So, may I fix you a drink ?

— No.

— All business.

— I told you Ezra won’t take no for an answer.

[ sighs ]

— Did you look inside that envelope ?

— No.

— Mm. Open it.

— Go ahead, open it.

— That’s my daughter Alison.

— I’ve kept her hidden her entire life.

— You must think that’s

— a horrible thing to do, right ? Hmm ?

— I’m not judging you, June.

— No, you’re just extorting me.

[ laughs ]

— Ezra wants that money.

— I’m sure he does.

— Ezra helped me hide her, and he said,

— “Nobody will ever know.”

— The problem is,

— Ezra knew.

— I worked with

— Mr. Lean, Mr. Hitchcock, Billy Wilder.

— I’ve been nominated for an Oscar

— four times.

— I will not let this be what I’m remembered for.

— I’m sorry, June.

— Oh, don’t act so sad.

— Ezra pays you very, very well

— to do the things you do.

— If there’s ever anything you need.

— Thanks.

— But I won’t be seeing you again.

— Hey.

— Hey.

— Do you like it ?

— Cool.
— Why don’t you go take it for a spin ?

— Come on now.

— It’s awesome.

— Thank you.

— Whoo.

— Thank you.

— He loves it.

[ laughs ]

— Uh, my name is Patty.

— Uh, that’s Clifford.

— Brendan.

— Uh, but everyone calls me Bunchy.

— Bunchy. [ laughs ]

— That’s a… that’s a funny name.

— Hey, there’s a… this little Mexican joint

— around the corner that we’re going to later.

— Do you… do you want to join us ?

— Uh, okay.

— Great.

— Great.

— Abby.

— Here.

— You’re a cop ?

— I’m a detective with the LAPD.

— Don’t hold it against me.

— Why are you giving me this ?

— Well, you never know when you’re gonna get in trouble.

— If you do, you give me a call.

— So I should only call you if I get in trouble ?

[ truck door closes ]

[ engine starts ]

[ phone rings ]

— Your father’s in pretty damn good shape.

— Yeah, I heard you paid him a visit.

— Well, his parole officer just happened to stop by,

— so we didn’t get a chance to talk.

— Know something about that, Ray ?

— Well, just because we fucked

— doesn’t mean I’m not gonna do my job.

[ crowd cheering on TV ]

— Get up. We’re going.

— Where ?
— The Maldives.

— The Maldives ? I-I don’t even know where that is.

— Indian Ocean. It’s beautiful.

— You been there ?

— No.
— But you seen pictures ?

— I seen pictures of a piece of paper that
says they don’t extradite, all right ?

— The natives there, are they friendly ?

— You don’t need to worry about the natives, Tiny.

— The natives need to worry about you.

— Come on. We got a plane to catch.

— Okay…

— I just got to piss first.

[ door opens ]

[ sighs ]

[ door closes ]

— How’s your mother ?

— Mm-mm. Don’t ask.

— She had a fight with her bridge partner,

— and now she calls me five times a…

[ loud crash ] [ Tony gasps, groans ]

[ Tiny sobbing ]

[ grunts ] Oh, I-I think I pulled my hamstring.

[ Tiny grunts, groans ]

— We’re gonna have to stitch him up.

— I ain’t going there, Ray !

— Let me just go back to Boston.

— I swear, you’ll never hear from me again.

— Just let me go back to Boston.

— Shut up.

— You’re getting on that fuckin’ plane, Tiny.

Mickey: — When I was in Walpole…

— I read this book about why people hate.

[ chuckling ]: The oxygen makes it even better.

— Complicated book.

— Boiled down…

— that all hate comes from the inside out.

— Do you believe that kind of shit ?

[ chuckles ] I don’t fuckin’ know.

— I like everybody.

— Makes life easier.

[ sniffing ]

— Oh. [ laughs ]

[ continues laughing ]

— Oh… I see what you mean.

[ exhales ]

Dolphin: — Mickey.

— Mickey.

[ exhales ]

— I was wrong about you, Mickey.

— What ?

— You are not a captain, Mickey.

— You are a sailor.

— You are only a sailor.

— I’m not a fuckin’ sailor !

— Never said you fuckin’ were.

— Did I ?

— Sorry, Mick.

[ door slams ]

[ chuckles ]

[ panting ]

[ taking deep breaths ]

[ phone rings ]

— Hello ?

— I got a story for you.

— But it’s gonna cost.

— I don’t buy stories.

— All right, fuck it, then.

— You don’t want to hear how I was on the dock

— when Sully got shot ?

— Hold on.

— Maybe we can work something out.

— Keep talking. I’ll need to speak with you in person.

— Can you meet me ?

— I got a little problem with that, sweetheart.

— I can’t leave where I’m at.

— Well, I know where you are; I’ll come to you.

[ quietly ]: — Okay.

Donna [ over phone ]: — So, the head

— of the judiciary committee is having dinner with us

— tomorrow night.
— Yeah.

[ laughs ] Next stop Washington, baby.

[ chuckles ]

— Isn’t that great ?

— Yeah. That’s, uh, that’s great news.

— What’s wrong, sweetie ?

— I’m just, uh…

— I’m trusting that somebody’s doing something for me,

— but, uh, I’m not sure it’s gonna get done.

— Mm.

— Well, as my mother always told me,

— if you want something done, you do it yourself.

[ laughs ]

— Oh, that’s why I love you, Donna.

[ chuckles ]

[ groans ]

[ phone ringing ]

— Yeah ?

— I need to see you, right now.

— It’s time.

— Keep walking.

— I don’t want to go away all by myself there.

— Get in the fucking car, Tiny.

— I don’t want to go. I’ll work for you.

— I… I can do what Avi does… I can help you.

— You’re not gonna work for me, Tiny.

— Ray… don’t make me.

— You don’t got a choice.

— You understand me ?

— Cash in there to get you started, and a passport.

— “Bert Handey”.

— That’s you.
— But I ain’t Bert Handey.

— Aw, come on.
— I’m Kenneth Benson. I’m Tiny !

— I belong in Southie. I just fuckin’ came out here

— with Sully to do a job for you.

— You’re gonna get…
— I ain’t going !

— And you can’t turn me into Bert fuckin’ Handey.

— You don’t get it, do you ?

— You don’t got a fuckin’ choice.

— I do.

— I do, and I ain’t goin’ !

— Put him back inside.

— Come on.

— Remember when SpongeBob got that jellyfish as a pet,

— and he put it on a leash ?

— Yeah. Squidward hated that jellyfish.

[ imitates Squidward ]:
I wouldn’t let that thing in my house

— even if it was potty trained.

[ laughter ]

— Uh, I’m gonna get a beer. You want a beer ?

— It’s on me.

— I don’t drink no more.

— Got it.

— I’ll have a Coke.

— I want a Coke, too.

— Oh, just… one, please. Thanks.

— So, uh, how did you…
how’d you learn how to build a bike ?

[ exhales ]: — Um…

— I got a… hand-me-down bike from my brother,

— uh, but it got stolen.

— My parents couldn’t afford a new one,

— so…

— I had to build my own.

— No one’s gonna steal your bike, all right ?

— I promise.

— And if they do, they’re gonna have to answer to me.

[ giggles ]

[ vehicle approaching ]

— Our friend in the motel room.

— I’m taking care of it.

— Everything you tell me is a lie, Ray. Everything.

Mickey [ recorded ]: — I got a story for you.

— But it’s gonna cost.

Kate: — I don’t buy stories.

Mickey: — All right, fuck it, then.

— You don’t want to hear how I was on the dock

— when Sully got shot ?

— You don’t have anything under control, do you ?

— Not your father, not that reporter,

— not the fat fuck in the motel room.

— You won’t hear from him again.

— It’s too late for your plan, Ray.

— Don’t… don’t do it.

— Do what ?
— Don’t kill him.

— Who said anything about killing anybody ?

— Wha… [ scoffs ]

— I got a man on him.

— He’s not gonna let anything happen.

— You have an ex-Mossad agent who spends his nights

— watching television with his mother.

— I have every man in the entire Los
Angeles Federal law enforcement system.

[ chuckles ]: — Fuck.

— What’s the matter with you ?

[ doorbell chimes ]

— Congratulations… you’re moving to Trousdale !

[ both laughing ]

— Come in.

— Whoo.

Abby [ over phone ]: — We got the house. That’s right.

— When were you gonna tell me ?

— I wanted to tell you in person.

— Well, I know now, ’cause Deb’s here.

— She brought champagne.

— She thought you’d be here, too.

— I’m glad you’re happy.

— When are you coming home ?

— Soon as I can.

— Okay then, Ray.

— Go home. I’m taking over.

— What do you mean, you’re taking over ?

— I mean I’m taking over. Go home, Av.

— Just… be careful, boss.

— Yeah.

[ door closes ]

— Mmm.

— Mm.

[ grunts ]

— Ah.

— Oh, I don’t want to get sick, Ray.

— Go ahead, you’ll be fine.

— So do I get to work with you, Ray ?

— Sure.

— I just couldn’t go to that place, Ray.

— I get it.

— I wouldn’t want to leave home, either.

— Mm.

— I’m just a simple person. I like what I like.

— I know you are, Tiny.

— Mmm. I’d like some ice cream.

— I’ll go get you some.

— Yeah ?

— Thanks, Ray.

[ quiet laugh ]

[ sighs ]

[ phone rings ]

— Yeah ?

— You talk to my father, your life is in danger.

— Really ? Who from ?

— Not on the phone.

— I’m texting you an address.

— Someone’ll be there to let you in. Stay there.

— Kate.

— Okay.

— Will you be there ?

— Yeah.

— Megan, Tom.

— Glad you guys made it. Well, we wouldn’t miss

— one of your Scrabble nights.

— Smart man.

— Hi.

— Donna made that casserole you like, buddy.

— Ah.
— Fantastic.

— Come in. Come in, come in.
— Hi.

— Oh, thank you.
— You’re welcome.

— Come on.
— This is great.

— Very thoughtful.

[ grunts ] Aah !

[ grunting ]

[ heavy, ragged breathing ]

[ grunt ]

[ man screaming ]

Man: — My fucking leg.

— Jesus, my fucking leg.

[ groaning ]: — My fucking leg.

[ panicked breathing ]

— You c… You got to help me !

— He just fucking fell on me.

— God… Get the fucking leg…

[ grunts ] Mm, fuck.

— Oh, thank God, thank you.

— Thank you, man.

— Give me a hand.

— No, no… [ muffled gunshot ]

— Okay.

— Uh, thank you, Frank.

[ exhales ]

— ♪ — Ride, ride, ride, let it ride. — ♪ —

— All right.

[ chair squeaks ]

[ knocking ]

— Mickey Donovan ?

— Mickey Donovan.

[ door crashes ]

— Who the fuck are you ?

— Ooh.

Abby [ enunciating ]: The handsome man can’t dance

— with the band.

[ clears throat ]

— The handsome man can’t dance with the band.

— Oh, fuck this.

— Truly, fuck this. [ phone clicks ]

[ line ringing ]

— You’ve reached Detective Jim Halloran.

— Leave a message. I’ll get right back to you.

[ beeps ]

— Hey, it’s Abby Donovan.

— We met today at the gun range.

— You gave me your card.

— Anyway, I, um…

— I’m going back there tomorrow.

— Just wanted you to know.

— Okay, bye.

[ door closes ]

— What’s gonna happen to me ?

— Someone gonna shoot me

— Some big bad guys waiting for me out there ?

— Yeah.

[ pours drink ]

— You are so full of shit.

— What is this place, anyway ?

— It’s awful.

— It’s cold.

— So why’d you stay ?

— Because you asked me to.

— I am not doing this until you tell me…

— Shut up.

— Hmm…

— Oh, I’ve got a good one.

— S…

— U…

— C…

— K.

— Suck.

[ short laugh ]

[ sighs ]

— Very nice, sweetie.

[ chuckling ]: — Nice work.

[ laughing ]

— Oh, I think I’ve got one, too.

— Uh-oh.

— Mm-hmm.

— Oh… [ slow laugh ]

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