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Previously on Ray Donovan...

Hey, suicide.

You got a name?

You don't gotta be like that, suicide.

Who let you out?

We're gonna make a mayor.

So as junior prosecutor,

you led the fraud and embezzlement case against...

Where's the silencer?

What the fuck?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Here we are. Long Island.

Smile.

I'm laid-back as fuck.

Check it out.

_

Mister Lucky is an original

FeatureFlix production.

- You know what that means? - No.

It means that I need Jay White

to do his fucking job.

Oh, oh! There he is!

We love you, Jay!

P-pop.

Whoa! Whoa! Shit.

Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

Who is this?

Hello, Ray Ray.

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What's the matter?

Pussy got your tongue?

What do you want, Mick?

I heard Daryll had some trouble

over at the Mister Lucky set.

- Yeah? - Kind of trouble

that could shut down a major motion picture.

Yo! This is Double Dee.

Daryll Donovan. Mister Lucky Producer.

Busy Motherfucker. You know the deal.

Please hang up and text me.

Call me back.

Hey, help!

Hey! Help!

Ray, Ray!

Ray! Ray!

Ray, Ray!

Ray!

Ray. Ray, ah.

Ray, Ray, he took Jay.

- He took Jay. - I know.

Mickey's here in New York, man. He's here.

- Yeah. - Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, shit.

Yeah?

Did you find your backstabbing fuck of a brother?

How much, Mick?

You know me too well, kid.

You think like me.

How fucking much?

Three million dollars, and three new passports.

For me, Bunch, and Maria.

- Where is he? - You try and set me up,

I kill Jay White.

Is Bunch with you?

Mick?

Check's in the mail, Raymond.

So what are we gonna do?

- Yeah? - We need to talk.

What is it?

Not on the phone.

Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Ah.

Is she sleeping?

Yeah. Like a log.

I slept like a log once.

Woke up in a fireplace.

That's pretty funny.

There's a bar around here. Has open mic.

Comedy night.

- What? - An open mic.

You ever done that kinda thing?

No.

Ah, people say that I'm funny.

Might be a good way to make new friends.

Woman my age. I'm alone a lot.

Hey. Try one on ya?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Did you know that pigeons die when they have sex?

No.

Well, the ones I have sex with do.

That's good, huh?

Ah, yeah.

No, that doesn't work anyway.

Why not?

Because you're a woman.

So?

I would think that it would be the penis

that would kill the pigeon, no?

Fun buster.

All right, here we are.

Get out. Go ahead. Get the fuck out.

All right. Just walk, just walk. I'm holding you.

I'm... I'm guiding you. Yeah.

- I got him. - It's just grass.

I got him.

Keep walking.

All right, come on.

Sit.

All right, here we are.

Now, I'm gonna lift this pillow case

off your head, and we're gonna act nice and polite.

If you try anything silly,

I will be forced to slit your throat from nine to three.

Understood?

Good.

He's got a very large head.

Yeah, it's a movie star thing.

It looks good on camera.

It's awfully late, Ray.

We have a problem.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

My father kidnapped Jay White.

You're serious?

He wants three million dollars for him.

Okay.

Jesus, Ray, I gotta say another woman by this point

might start to wonder if you're more trouble than you're worth.

So if I give you the money, are you sure

you can get him back in one piece?

Ray?

You'd think a three million dollar ask

would warrant your undivided attention.

I'll get him back.

Yeah, well, I don't have much wiggle room here, do I?

I'm sorry about all this.

I'm gonna need a couple hours to get the money.

Thanks.

Sean McGrath?

I know you, right?

We never met, but yeah.

So this ain't a coincidence.

No.

You're Internal Affairs?

Emerson Lake.

Three cases in the last three months.

A dealer named Henderson Smith.

A prostitute named Ally Brinkowski.

And another known dealer, Frank Younger.

June 2nd, June 24th, and July 2nd, respectively.

Each case, there were initial forensic reports

of narcotics on site.

- I don't recall that. - You don't recall?

- No. - Well, you should.

You made those arrests.

Two bundles of heroin, a half kilo from Henderson.

A full ounce of cocaine from the prostitute.

And again, another half kilo from Mr. Younger.

You booked them, but when we did our audit,

the drugs were gone.

Now I'm lost.

Felony theft. Times three.

That's a Class Six.

Each charge carries an eight years minimum.

Next time you wanna talk to me, call my lawyer.

Should I arrest you, then?

So you can have that conversation in jail?

You really want to try to beat this in the courts?

Can we get a couple of tall coffees over here?

At least hear what I have to say.

I think you'll prefer my solutions

better than your own.

Hey, who is that?

It's been ringing for like an hour.

Uh.

I don't know, it's like some 800 number

or some bullshit.

You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Smith.

There's coffee over there. It's probably cold by now.

Hey.

Business Lady.

Why don't you come on over here. Come on.

Come here.

Very tempting but...

that would make me late for my internship

that Ray Donovan got me, and then

that would make Ray Donovan mad at you.

Well, so what?

I could handle Ray Donovan.

Oh, looks like it.

We can't talk about my dad

and then fuck. We just can't.

- Yeah. That's fair. - And I have to go.

- No. No, no, no. - Yes, I'm so sorry.

- Mm-mm, no, no. - I'm so sorry.

Wish me luck.

You don't need it.

Hey!

I love you.

Love you too.

This better be fucking good.

Hey. I'm gonna get you the money, dude.

- Yeah, when? - Oh...

C-Chalky, I... I just need a short extension.

But I promise you, this is gonna get good.

And it's gonna get good very quick, okay?

Today.

I'll get these out of your way.

- They'll kill me. - That's dramatic.

No, no. They'll fucking kill me.

So you'd rather go the other way?

- Give me your badge. - Fuck you.

- You can't just take it. - I'm not taking it.

Replacing it.

Wire inside the badge.

You keep it on.

I keep you out of prison.

So you're a Donovan, yeah?

Yeah.

- How'd you know? - Says so on your tracksuit.

So you're a boxer, yeah?

I used to be.

And now you're drinking Guinness for breakfast?

You're a bit fuckin' judgmental for a barman.

I'm just yanking your chain, Donovan.

Yeah, you're right.

I'm not even a has been.

I'm a fuckin' never was.

You're talking bollix, big man.

I mean the older the fiddle, the sweeter the fucking tune.

And all that.

There you go.

Thank you.

How long do you think?

Hopefully by tonight.

Bring him back in one piece.

Oh, and Ray...

if I were you, after this,

I'd put a bullet in your father's head.

Mister Lucky cause you any trouble?

Quiet all night.

You get any sleep?

Livener, Mick?

No, no thanks, doll.

Did you call your boy about Maria's papers?

Don't worry. I'm on it.

Get some sleep, son.

Sandy and I can look after Maria.

I'm fine.

Get some rest.

We need to be on our toes today.

I said I'm fine, Mick.

Okay, suit yourself.

Hey.

You know what you are?

You're a pervert.

You took my script and you perverted it.

It was a beautiful script.

Twirling guns, huh?

Just like a kid.

I like your outfit though.

Very authentic.

Hey, stop shaking.

Stop fucking shaking.

It's just me.

He needs to eat.

Sandy, please.

Mickey, really.

Give the man a bowl of cereal.

You see that woman?

There?

That good lady?

She was married to my brother Cormac.

Childhood sweethearts.

He served in Vietnam.

'Course you and your movie

don't give a fuck about what really happened.

He died 48 hours

before he was supposed to come home.

Some idiot called in an artillery strike

on the wrong hill.

He was done in by his own. Just like me.

If the 3 million comes in, maybe I'll take it as payment

for my original script.

If the money don't come,

maybe you're a dead man.

Who knows, Jay White?

Who knows? Killed In Action.

Ah, ah.

- Thanks. - Got the passports?

Yeah.

Wait a second. You guys gonna trace the money?

Ray, you're not gonna do anything crazy, are you?

All right.

- That's him? - Yeah.

- Whoa, I'm going with you. - No, you're not.

I really appreciate you all being here.

- All right, thanks, guys. - Here you go. Thank you.

Ma'am?

Here you go, sir.

Doesn't seem to make sense.

If they don't know who I am by now,

then we're fucked.

- I'm Anita Novak. - Bridget Don...

Donovan, yes, I know who you are.

I-I've met your father.

Thank you for coming on board.

Thank you for having me.

Oh, wow. That's pretty.

So you're...

- Uh, engaged. - Congratulations.

I know I'm... I'm young.

Well, I was young when I got married.

Twenty?

No, 22.

We got divorced a couple years later

'cause he was a total asshole.

How does your father feel about this?

You know, my... my first boyfriend was shot in a drive-by

and my second was my 11th grade math teacher

so this is an improvement.

Okay.

- Well, it's nice meeting you, Bridget. - You too.

Oh, here you go.

Thanks.

Here you go.

No, I kid you not.

Apparently his ex turned down his marriage proposal

because it was so big.

Yeah. Uh.

It was like having a fire hydrant in my mouth.

Yeah... no.

Fucking him would have been like giving birth,

only backwards and without the epidural.

Right.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, Jonathan has the kids this weekend

so I told Stacey I would meet her at The Bell House later

because it's been a long week.

I'm gonna get shitfaced.

Fuckin' say something.

You, Mick, and three million dollars, huh?

I got no other way.

What'd he tell you, Bunch?

Take the passports, slip into Mexico,

catch a flight to some fucking country

where no one will find you?

Is that it?

Did you think about it?

What are you gonna do, raise Maria

in fuckin' Beirut or somethin'?

If it was Conor or Bridget when they were little...

you woulda done the same thing in a fucking heartbeat.

Don't do this, Bunch.

- I gotta. - No, you don't.

I've been talking to Teresa.

She hasn't even called the cops yet.

- You're lying. - No.

Call her.

Even if she didn't call the cops...

I still broke Mick out, all right?

I'd do time no matter what.

A few years, maybe.

But this?

Running with Mick.

Bunch, this is forever.

Why didn't you say you'd come?

What?

"Not a good time."

That's what you said.

- Mick was dying. - No, he wasn't.

But we didn't know that.

I did.

He's still our father.

No one came.

I was all alone, all right?

I thought he was dying.

- So you are choosing him. - No.

It ain't like that.

- Bunch. - I need the fucking money, Ray.

Listen to me.

You take this money...

And you and Mick are the same to me.

If that's the way you want it.

One more thing.

I need him alive.

He's not gonna kill him.

Yeah?

I'll be in touch.

Come on, Wall Street. Come at me, man.

Come on. Come on.

You couldn't punch your way out of a fucking paper bag.

My grandmother punches harder than you.

She's been dead for fucking 40 years.

Come on! Twist it!

All right. Take five, Hedge Fund.

Hey! Big Easy.

Hey, what's up, boss man?

Come here.

- I wanna fight. - Yeah?

Yeah, when's the next one?

We got one tonight.

You got room for another fighter?

Tonight's a tough one, boss man.

We got some bad motherfuckers on the card.

Yeah? Do I look like I give a shit?

All right, Madoff, let's go.

Okay, one-two.

Hey.

I noticed that, uh, you took a lot of pains

to make that guy that you shot in the movie look just like me.

Yeah, I was there, you know.

When you filmed that scene.

I was standing right there in the back, watching.

It hurt my feelings.

You got a mean streak.

Must have had a lot of laughs cookin' that one up.

Laughing at me with my own son.

Turning my own against me.

You a religious man?

Jay?

You believe in God, you know,

"Father Almighty," all that?

Remember that story,

when God ordered Abraham to kill his son?

And Abraham was gonna do it,

but God stopped him and told him to kill a sheep instead.

What do you say, Jay?

What do you say?

What do you fuckin' say?

- What do you say? What do you say? - Please, please.

Say baa.

Say baa.

Say baa.

- Fucking baa, do it. - Baa.

- Baa. - Louder!

- Baa! - Louder!

Baa!

Mickey!

Oh, shit!

You promised me.

You wanna give me another heart attack?

You fuckin' promised me you weren't gonna kill him.

He deserves to die

for what he did with my script, Four Leaf.

Would you shut the fuck up

about your Four Leaf bullshit!

You don't know nothing about art.

It's all there, all right?

All there.

Yeah. Go fucking look.

And I'm gonna take him to the drop spot

and we're gonna get the fuck out of here

like we said.

Oh. Oh.

Hey, Chalky, I swear to God I was gonna call you.

I was gonna call you...

Please don't! I promise you!

I'm gonna get your money!

I'll get your money... no, no, God!

- I'll get your money... - Hey!

Get your money!

If I don't get the rest of my money back by next week,

I'm gonna smash up your patellas like sawdust.

All right.

Yeah.

It's me.

Where is he?

Wolcott Street, down by the water.

Car?

Red Roadmaster.

Arizona plates.

What the fuck happened?

Oh, no. Oh, my God, Jake, what...

What happened?

What? What is it?

There's a few things that I, uh... I have to explain.

What?

Hey, hey.

What you need?

Terry Donovan.

I'm here to fight.

Yo, TD.

Dressing rooms are this way, baby.

Hey, you can oil up in here.

Hey, you know the rules?

You on the undercard against a guy named

Polish Tony.

All right?

Whoo!

Yeah, baby!

Hey, you're back. You're back.

Well, you've been drinking, huh?

I was worried. I was worried.

I thought Ray was gonna fuck us somehow.

We're rich, Bunch. We're rich.

Look. I've been counting it up. It's all real. It's all real.

Ayo, put the Grants over there in the safe,

- you know what I'm sayin'? - Hey.

'Cause we spending these Jacksons.

And the Washingtons go to the wifey.

So you know how that go.

Life's a bitch and then you die, huh?

Yeah, that's why we puff the lye.

♪ 'Cause you never know when you're gonna go ♪

♪ Life's a bitch and then you die ♪

You've always been talented, Sandy.

Hey, I've been thinking, Bunch.

We head to the Canadian border,

as planned, then we cross over with little orphan Libby.

Then we go to Vietnam.

There's no extradition there.

And if you have money,

you can live like a raja.

It's a beautiful country. It's paradise.

Wait, hold it, hold it.

What do you say?

Yeah?

Good boy. Good boy!

Papers are ready!

- I'll go get them. - Where you going?

You're shitfaced. Sit down.

I got it. Listen, uh...

I can function. I'm a drinker.

- Your keys on the table? - Yeah.

All right. Just...

Listen out for Maria, would ya?

Who you fightin', bro?

Oh, uh, some guy called Polish Tony.

Shit, dude. Tony the Pony?

Better you than me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Motherfucker used to be in the Polish Special Forces.

Killed men for a fucking living.

Yeah?

I got him.

How's he doing?

He's all right.

Take him over to the set.

We need him shooting tonight.

All right.

- Did you shit your pants? - Fuck you.

I pissed in them, but I did not shit in them.

I...

You got any idea where they're going?

Uh, no.

What do you mean?

Did they say anything in front of you?

No, they didn't say shit.

Fucking father's insane.

Motherfucker would have killed me, just...

He would have fucking killed me.

Just him and the kid, huh?

They had a woman.

- Yeah? - She's old as fuck.

Boston accent. Mickey said it was his brother's wife.

- Hey. - Where is it?

Uh, I traced it to an address in Long Island.

- It's a woman named... - Sandy Patrick.

Yeah, you know her?

Yeah.

- You want me to go out there? - Not yet.

Member-remember this one, huh?

♪ You're sweet ♪

Come here, baby.

Come here.

- Come on. - Oh.

Get your ass up here. Come on.

There you go.

♪ The one we danced to ♪

Two, three.

♪ It used to bring sweet memories ♪

♪ Of a tender love that used to be ♪

♪ Now it's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning ♪

♪ Since you've been gone ♪

Action!

You crazy!

Beaucoup Dinky-Dau?

This ain't no Dien Bien Phu, motherfucker.

I saw this little gook carrying

his wife's dead body in his little gook arms.

And when I say body, I mean

just body 'cause there was no head.

You dig?

You fucked with the wrong nigga, nigga.

And so, Michael,

you can just kiss my black ass.

Cut!

Got it. Yep. Yep.

Jay White in the motherfucking house,

baby, yeah!

Oh, shit!

Oh, shit.

Dawg, you still in the mode, huh?

- Yo, we cut! - This the method shit.

Don't worry, this the method shit.

- Ah! - My man!

This is why we fuck with you, Jay White.

See how he ain't breaking? See how he's not breaking?

That's great 'cause you the best motherfucking black actor...

you know what, forget that.

You the best actor in the world, how about that?

My man.

All right, let's get on to the next setup, c'mon.

Hey, it's good.

- No, no, it's dope, man. - It's good.

Sometimes I don't think he's acting.

Did you see your father?

No.

- You planning on it? - No.

Well, then how do you know he won't come back?

He won't.

Feratti's trying to end the garbage strike.

- Okay. - He's been, uh, talking

to the unions, making them a lot of promises

he won't keep, and when they fold

he's gonna look like a hero.

What do you want me to do?

Meet with Anita. We need a bigger headline.

All right.

And Ray...

you owe me three million dollars.

Oh!

Fight!

♪ You're sweet ♪

♪ Like a honeybee ♪

♪ But like a honeybee stings ♪

♪ You've gone and left my heart in pain ♪

♪ All you left ♪

♪ Is our favorite song ♪

♪ The one we danced to all night long ♪

Ugh. Yeah.

♪ Sweet memories ♪

♪ Of a tender love that used to be ♪

♪ Now it's the same old song ♪

♪ But with a different meaning ♪

♪ Since you been gone it's the same... ♪

I met your daughter today.

Thanks for doing that.

She's smart. Beautiful.

Takes after her mother.

I don't know her mother, but she looks a lot like you.

So Sam's worried about the garbage strike.

She thinks I'm gonna lose now and she thinks that

you can make everything better.

Something like that.

I can't stop thinking about that night in the apartment.

The way you just waited.

It hardly made the papers.

Two dead in a drug deal in SoHo like it never happened.

You knew what you were getting into.

Okay.

What am I getting into now?

Mick. Hey.

Wake up.

Hey, I got the papers.

Let's go. I'm gonna get Maria.

Oh, fuck.

Sandy?

Sandy.

Sandy!

She played me. She played me.

- Oh, no, no, no. - Oh, fuck.

Bunchy!

Bunchy, I'm so sorry. I didn't see it. Bunch.

No, no, no, no, no.

Fuck!

And that's it?

We'll take care of the rest.

You just need to be exactly where I tell you to be.

All right?

All right.

- Yeah? - Hey, it's Jake.

Um, can we meet?

Is it important?

It's Bridget.

I gotta go.

- Where's Bridge? - She-she's okay.

She's with a friend.

What's going on?

Y-you get cancer and...

...and people just assume that you're a good kid.

'Cause they want to believe that life is cruel.

You know, it's a trick that they play.

They wanna flip the bird at God or something.

Why'd you call me?

Listen, I'm not a good kid.

I never was.

I used to steal cars.

I used to sell them to chop shops.

Then later, I started selling drugs.

And then I got sick and it didn't fucking matter anymore.

You know, I just started doing stupid shit.

I started taking money from loan sharks.

And I-I just started giving drugs away for free.

I didn't... I didn't fucking care.

And then I met Bridget and... and

and you got me that procedure.

And now everything's different.

Now I-I got everything to live for, so I...

How much do you owe?

Eighty grand.

Who you in for?

This loan shark, Chalky Kraja.

Who's he in for?

The Albanians mostly.

They came to my place today.

If Bridget had been there...

If something happened to Bridget...

I'll give you the money.

But you gotta get out of this neighborhood.

Get a job, get your shit together, all right?

No, I don't... I don't need your money.

You don't?

No, I can handle it. I just...

Bridget, she can't stay with me. Okay?

It's not safe, not till I get this all sorted.

I just want Bridget to live with you for a while.

Is that what she wants?

She wants to stay wi... she wants to be... be with me.

Come on.

- What? - Come with me.

What's this?

Irish handcuffs.

Good on ya, champ.

Those are on me. Sláinte.

Sláinte.

- Hello? - Ter.

- It's me. - Bunch?

Bunch, where the fuck are you?

I can't talk long, all right?

Bunch, tell me where you are and I'll come see you.

I never seen any of your fights, Ter.

None of them.

I just... I get too nervous.

I lied to you that I'd seen 'em.

I'm sorry.

You're a fucking good big brother.

Best big brother a kid could have.

Bunch?

Bunch, don't hang up.

Fuck.

Shit.

That's it?

- Yeah. - All right.

Oh, no... that's not a good idea.

Let's go.

W... hey, hold on, can we...

can we talk about this for a minute?

Ray.

Hey, hey, hold on. Whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What the fuck is this?

I'm taking over his debt.

Twenty grand for four months,

no vig, and you stay the fuck away from him.

- Who the fuck are you? - Family.

- Family? - All you need to know.

Smitty, you got no fucking family.

- That's my father-in-law. - Shut up.

Father-in-law?

Well, daddy...

You made a big fucking mistake

by kicking down my door and coming here

with a baseball bat.

Fuck you.

Motherfuck...

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

Why wood?

What?

Your bat. Why's it wood?

Why not aluminum?

What the fuck's it matter?

Well, it's a statistical fact

that with aluminum bats, the balls carry

like five percent further.

You bring that shit around my daughter again,

I'll break your fuckin' arms.

We clear?

Did Carlton Fisk use fucking aluminum

when he won game six?

No.

He used fucking wood.

♪ Get circumcised, son, and turned into a daughter ♪

♪ Niggas know they ought to drink the fuckin' Kool-Aid ♪

♪ Industry laid out, authorities are too late ♪

♪ MCs past the due date ♪

♪ Niggas, they do hate ♪

♪ You are Bobby Boucher, I'm the "Mane" like Gucci ♪

♪ I rock the Louie, but not like Kanye ♪

♪ Niggas see me kinda like Harry Belafonte ♪

♪ Step into the room, they be like, "Ah, Day-O" ♪

♪ Yeah, 'cause they know a nigga ain't Play-Doh ♪

♪ Shots all fatal, is this Laredo? ♪

♪ Border town I knock 'em down just like Legos ♪

♪ Drink the Kool-Aid ♪

♪ I make a motherfucker drink Kool-Aid ♪

- ♪ Let 'em know ♪ - ♪ Do you? ♪

- ♪ Let 'em know ♪ - ♪ Do you? ♪

♪ Let 'em know ♪ ♪ Know who you fuckin' with? ♪

♪ Know who you fuckin' with? ♪

- ♪ Do you? Do you? ♪ - ♪ Let 'em know ♪

♪ Know who you fuckin' with? ♪ ♪ Know who you fuckin' with? ♪

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