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Previously on Ray Donovan...

Give me the fucking money, Bunch.

No!

Hey, stop that!

Get off her!

If I want to be happy, I have to move away.

You don't look so good.

Dude! Stop!

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Ray.

Ray.

Do you go by Raymond or Ray?

Ray.

Okay, Ray. I'm Dr. Amiot.

Look straight ahead for me, okay?

Follow my index finger.

Are you on any medications, other than the sedative

we gave you last night?

No.

Yeah, you don't need these.

You're not gonna hit me, are you, Ray?

So what happened last night?

I don't know.

I just... forgot to eat or something.

Forgot to eat?

Okay.

What were we talking about?

Oh, yeah. Yeah. Last night.

Did anything out of the ordinary happen

besides not eating?

How long do I have to be here?

You're being held under my supervision for 72 hours.

Mm.

You ever been in therapy, Ray?

Yeah.

- When was that? - Last year.

What was that like? Did it... did it help?

I don't know. Anger management.

- Oh. - Court-ordered.

Yeah.

I don't believe in court-ordered therapy.

I think it's a total waste of time.

You have to be willing to be helped.

You know, you-you have to be so uncomfortable

or so... so much in pain

that you're truly willing to be helped.

That's... I mean, that's what I think. What do you think?

When's the last time you ate?

I don't know.

Egg salad.

My wife's recipe.

The best in all of New York.

Everybody said so.

Here, try it.

Try it.

So?

Uh-huh.

My egg salad's not nearly as good as my wife's.

She had this special way of measuring the mayonnaise.

And she cut the celery into these tiny, tiny slices.

You married, Ray?

No.

So the ring is just to keep the ladies away or what?

She died.

She must have been young.

My wife was 81 when she died.

She would have liked you.

She was a music teacher. She loved pauses.

You know, the music between the notes.

The silence.

Think you can tell me what happened last night?

Sometimes I get overwhelmed.

What's that like?

Like I can't breathe.

Like I'm drowning.

Is that what happened last night?

That happen a lot?

Don't I get a phone call or something?

Is there anybody you want me to contact?

Yeah, a friend of mine.

Has to be family.

I'll get Andrew to come in and get numbers.

Be back later.

Take a look at what's happening.

... be a mostly clear, beautiful, crisp day today.

Most of those showers heading

towards the east and Long Island.

Your turn.

Gusty winds across the Big Apple

this afternoon as that cold front

sweeps over the region.

Fifty-eight degrees is our high,

and we have some partly cloudy skies.

Temperatures are decreasing as the week goes on, however.

You seen my brother around?

Who?

Eldridge.

He's my identical twin.

We're about the same height. Same color.

We used to sit back-to-back, and, without looking,

we could draw the same thing.

But I can't find him no more.

Traveling this weekend,

please take precaution and allow yourself

some extra time out there on the roadways.

Temperatures in the 30s and 40s

with a few clouds overhead.

Now back to you, Sandy.

Firefighters responded...

Don't do it.

- What? - Don't drink from the fountain.

Why not?

It's full of bromide. It's how they sedate us.

Helps them keep order.

Drink from the toilet.

Visiting time.

If you hear your name called, that means you have a visitor.

Go to the psych-tech station, and you will receive

your visitor's badge.

Aaron Burch, Raymond Donovan,

Ronald Lopez, Davanish Kher.

The psych tech will hand you your visitor's badge.

One at a time.

You seen Eldridge?

I didn't call your name.

- Please sit down. - Well, maybe you can look again.

I mean, maybe my brother's name is on there.

People get us confused.

Come on, Mr. Donovan.

You only got 20 minutes.

Hey, sweetheart. How are you?

What happened?

It's a misunderstanding.

They wouldn't tell me anything on the phone.

Just, uh, I forgot to eat, you know.

- Are you okay? - Sure, just got...

got dizzy, and I passed out.

You got dizzy and passed out

and they brought you to a psych ward?

Sweetheart, I need you to call someone for me.

Wh-who?

A friend. His name is Sean McGrath.

I want you to write down his number for me.

- Who is he? - He's a cop. He can help.

Dad, look at me. What happened?

I just need you to get a message to him.

I just need you to tell him I'm here

- and he needs to come... - Tell him you forgot to eat...

Are you gonna fucking help me or not?

I'm sorry.

I'm in a tight spot here, Bridge.

I need you to get me out of here.

What's his number?

Hello?

Is this Mr. McGrath?

Who gave you this number?

My name's Bridget Donovan. My father is Ray Donovan.

Uh, Bridget, yeah. Uh, hey.

How do you know my dad?

Uh, he lived in my father's house for a while.

On Staten Island?

That's right.

I didn't know that.

So what can I do for you, Bridget?

Bridget, you there?

My father is in Grandview in the psychiatric ward.

What happened?

The doctor said something about a panic attack.

Okay, was he... was he arrested, or was he 5150'd?

I don't know what that means.

Y-you know what? Don't worry about it.

I'll figure it out. Uh, thanks for the call, Bridget.

Mr. McGrath?

Where did you meet my dad?

Bridget, look, uh, I gotta take care of this.

But, uh, you did the right thing calling me, okay?

Fuck.

Barry. Look, I got a friend in Grandview, okay?

I need him out, like, yesterday.

Yeah, I'll vouch.

Donovan. Raymond Donovan.

Picked up last night. I owe you.

What's going on?

I just talked to Scholl. Feratti shut it down.

- What? - Feratti shut it down.

He's fucking furious, blames us.

Says we're-we're fucking sloppy.

And I just bought two goddamn Jet Skis,

black one for me and a pink one for Ally.

Shut the fuck up, Danny. Jesus fuck.

Jet Skis? What is this, a fucking game show?

Scholl says it's IA.

He's fucking paranoid, thinks there's a rat.

Why?

He thinks someone got paid off.

He thinks that rich cunt Winslow got to someone.

- There ain't no fucking rat. - That's what I said.

But for the foreseeable, we're done.

It's just because of the election. He's spooked.

He'll pick it up again afterwards.

Fuck that. If it's IA...

I'm gonna find out who the fuck it is.

I already told Ally I got the goddamn things.

Think I can return 'em

if I haven't put 'em in the water yet?

Bridge?

My dad had a panic attack,

and he's in Grandview, and they won't let him out.

Yeah?

He made me call some guy to come get him.

I don't know why he didn't just ask me to call you.

All right, where are you?

Still at the hospital.

- Lena? - Yeah, um...

I-I'll be there soon, okay?

Yo, Sandy, I need a towel!

What?

I said I need a towel!

I'm coming!

Oh.

Did you say something?

Yeah, I need a towel.

I'm, like, dripping wet here and making a mess.

I didn't hear you.

Oh, of course.

A towel.

Can I help you?

No, I'm good. Thanks.

Hey, uh, I noticed you got some real quality equipment

- right there. - Oh, that.

I had a racket going for a while

for seniors, uh, when they had trouble hearing.

- Uh-huh. - And so I would record

the good book for them.

It was soothing.

You mean trouble seeing.

No, hearing.

I would read it really loud.

I got a voice that carries.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mm.

This is Terry Donovan. Leave a message.

Test. Testing.

Mm-hmm.

How did your song go?

What, you wanna hear it?

I do, very much.

♪ Girl ♪

♪ It's the first thing in the morning ♪

♪ And I'm thinking about your sweet thing ♪

♪ And it's got me feeling high ♪

♪ Last night, I saw you dancing ♪

♪ Girl, I love your pants and ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on... ♪

What the fuck, Mick? You just ruined my take.

You've been to Ray's place in the city, right?

- Yeah. So? - Give me his address, Daryll.

Pop, you think you're just gonna roll up to Ray's crib

and knock on his door and he'll give you the money back?

Hey. Enough is enough.

We need to have a serious fucking conversation.

Give me his address.

You've been released.

Just got the order.

How'd you pull that off?

Somebody made a call for me.

Who?

Doesn't matter.

Look, I've got no dog in this fight,

but I don't think you should leave, not yet.

I know this isn't the Four Seasons,

but in your situation, it's good to get

a real break from everything.

Get yourself reoriented.

I'm fine.

You blacked out last night.

You attacked a policeman.

You really think that qualifies as fine?

Okay.

Sometimes I see people privately in my apartment.

I answer my own phone.

Next time you forget to eat, give me a call.

You leave your door open?

What are you doing here?

I missed you, son.

Cut the bullshit.

What do you want?

Who beat you up?

Nobody beat me up.

I'm fighting again.

- Where you fighting? - Brooklyn.

It's a bare-knuckle thing.

And I'm about to win it all.

Ter...

- that don't seem too smart. - Yeah?

You tell me that two fights away from 50 grand ain't smart?

Ain't that something, huh?

What do you want, Mick?

I, uh, need to talk to Ray.

What's that gotta do with me?

I need you to call him for me, set a meet.

If I tell him you're here, he ain't gonna show.

So don't tell him.

I seen that look before, Mick.

That's how you used to look just before you got the belt.

No. No, son.

This is about mending a fence.

I'm just, you know, trying to get things right with everyone.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I ain't gonna call Ray for you.

So you do yourself a favor

and you the fuck out.

Ter.

_

"No temptation has overtaken you

- except what is common to mankind." - Mm-hmm.

"And God is faithful."

- Yeah. I fucks with that. - "He will not let you

be tempted beyond what you can bear."

♪ Last night, I watched you dancing... ♪

"But when you are tempted,

He will also provide a way... "

Sandy, we got... we gotta take

this shit on the road.

- Yeah. That's a good idea. - Man, what you want?

Are you ready to lace 'em up?

What you talking about?

Got a fight tonight. Big purse.

Just gotta talk to Terry a little bit.

Pop, I ain't fighting nobody.

The guy's a tomato can.

Tomato can, my ass.

It's $50,000.

Pop, last time I let you set a fight up for me,

I almost got killed, remember?

Well, uh, Mexico was a mistake.

Look, I'm not doing it, okay? I'm a producer now.

- What are you talking about? - Yo.

Pop's talking about, like, fighting somebody

for, like, 50 grand somewhere.

Give me that.

Mick.

Where are ya?

Hey.

Are you okay?

Um...

there's some shit you should know about.

It's stuff that no one's gonna tell you.

I gotta go, Bridge.

Wait, no, no, no. Hold on a second.

What don't I know?

Tell her.

Come on. Tell her why you were in Staten Island.

What is she talking about?

Tell her what you did two months ago.

Dad?

He jumped off a fucking building into the East River.

And that cop you called saved his life.

Jesus. Just be fucking honest for once.

Is that true?

My name is Eldridge Damascus.

I'm here to see my brother, Demar.

What about Conor? You're all he has left.

What about me?

I'm sorry.

Dad, you're sick.

You need help.

You should stay here.

I gotta go, sweetheart.

Hey.

Ray.

We got a problem.

Feratti knows there's an IA investigation.

He knows someone's wearing a wire.

They're gonna shut down the prison scam.

They're all pissed.

They're gonna figure out who Emerson Lake is.

Feratti has too many people on the inside.

They're gonna figure out Emerson.

Emerson's gonna lead them to me, then to you.

You hear me, Ray?

This is gonna lead straight to you.

We gotta kill Emerson Lake.

- No. - Oh, really, Ray?

Then what the fuck are we gonna do?

- Go home. - What?

I'll take care of it.

Fucking knew you were fighting again.

Yeah, it's true.

Jesus, you're high as fuck.

I am.

You look like hell.

I do?

You know, if you get in the ring like that,

you're gonna get your fucking ass kicked.

No shit.

So let me take your place.

Alley's closed.

I'm here to see Feratti.

Who?

The mayor.

Tell him Ray Donovan's here.

He'll want to hear what I have to say.

Used to be pigeons out here.

Then the crows moved in.

Crows eat pigeon eggs.

After you.

- Stop. - Turn around.

Put your arms out.

Your pants.

- What? - Take off your pants.

All right, pick 'em up.

Can I get you anything? A drink, uh, coffee?

No.

What's on your mind, Mr. Donovan?

You got an IA problem.

That's news to me.

What, that there's an investigation

or that they're talking to someone?

Thought you worked for Sam Winslow.

She replaced me.

Hmm.

That dead girl yesterday...

I'm assuming that was Winslow's doing?

I don't know anything about that.

Course you wouldn't.

So what do you know, Mr. Donovan?

I know the IA guy who's investigating you.

Is that so?

I could talk to him.

Find out who his source is.

And why would you do that?

I got a brother.

A little trouble with the FBI, California.

- Mm. - Your reach extend that far?

Mm-hmm.

Would you give me the officer's name as a good-faith gesture?

I do that, you don't need me anymore.

Hmm. Fair enough.

You help my brother,

I fix your IA problem.

What would that entail?

Whatever it takes.

Yes?

We need to talk.

About what?

Not on the phone.

Square Diner, 20 minutes.

- Oh, hey, babe. - Hey.

I, uh, Zillowed a place outside Philadelphia

that I think you're really gonna like.

We... we can't go.

- Uh, why? - I know. I'm sorry.

I know this is, like, all my idea. I just...

The night of your surgery,

my dad tried to kill himself.

What?

He jumped off a building into the East River.

And he lived?

Well, yeah, I mean, obviously, uh, he lived.

- It-it's just... - I just, like... I can't...

like, leave him.

He needs me.

No, he doesn't.

What?

He doesn't need you.

He's sick.

Sure, he's-he's sick, but...

is he gonna let you help him?

- No. - Then he doesn't need you.

I don't know.

I'm just like, "What the fuck?"

You know, he-he's jumping off buildings

and ending up at Grandview with some cop.

I just have a very bad feeling.

If you have a bad feeling, then we-we could just go.

- I can't. - The thing is...

is, you can.

You know, w-we don't need to be around any of this anymore.

I think that it's time that we-we put him...

we-we-we put all of this shit

behind us and we just leave.

We could go. We could go now.

We could go tonight.

We don't have to look back.

What's this about?

I talked to Feratti.

You?

He knows there's an investigation.

He knows you got an informant.

How does he know that?

'Cause I told him.

- You told him? - Yeah.

I need you to wire me so I can go back in.

- To do what? - I gotta give him names.

- Whose names? - Yours and the informant's.

Mine? You're fucking out of your mind.

He needs to think it's real.

You name McGrath, he'll be dead by the end of the day.

So give me someone else.

This is a real investigation,

not some hide-the-hooker Hollywood bullshit.

Fine, suit yourself.

Judge Scholl.

What?

- Judge R. Gregory Scholl. - Who's that?

He's a criminal court judge. Richmond County.

Sentences the homeless and indigent to life plus 20

while he's paying mortgages on five properties.

Likes cocaine and sports betting.

He's been all over Feratti for a bigger skim.

Why would he be talking to you?

Tell him Scholl got in deep with a bookie,

paroled one of his life plus 20s on condition

he broke the bookie's arm.

Tell him the parolee went too far

and now Scholl's stooge is facing a murder rap

and is singing for IA.

Tell him that's how I got him.

Hey, it's a bizarre enough story.

Feratti just might bite.

Where's the wire?

Get in.

When you met the mayor, they had you undress, correct?

Yeah.

All right.

You'll need to tape the microphone to your perineum.

- My what? - Your perineum.

The flat space between your testicles and your asshole.

One more thing.

There's a hold back per inmate.

Ten percent, the prison budget from the city.

$68,000 per prisoner.

Feratti actually budgets $78,000.

The other ten is split between Feratti and Scholl.

They're the only two who know that.

How do you know it?

Let's say that Judge Scholl's garbage continued

to be collected during our recent Sanitation strike.

Oh, and, Ray,

when you're wearing the wire,

try to maintain a wide stance.

Helps with the audio.

Fighter coming through.

Fighter coming through.

Fighter coming through.

Right back in there.

He's just a fucking weight lifter.

Shh!

Terry Donovan has been medically dejected

from the eliminator.

And in his place,

a man experienced in the arts of fistiana:

El Trebol!

Hey.

And we all know Thomas The Iron Lung.

Any doubt, you take a dive.

Hands up, Bunch. Hands up.

Jab! You first!

Slip!

You first.

Jab! Jab! Slip!

Slip!

Fuck.

Hold him!

Hold him!

Hold him!

Jab. All right.

Take your time. Take your time. Go!

And again!

Right-o!

Hit him!

Oh, motherfucker!

Coming!

Well, look who's here.

You should have phoned ahead.

I would have waxed my back.

I gotta wear a wire.

Is there some way you can make a copy of the transmission?

Well, sure.

I have to hack the frequency.

Cops or feds?

Cops.

What happened to your face?

Can you do it?

Arthur Amiot.

Hello.

Hello.

He's clean.

His Honor explained to me your brother's predicament.

We can drop the charges against Brendan Donovan,

but your father...

I don't care what you do to my father.

Cocktail? Coffee?

Emerson Lake.

The IA guy?

He's gone.

- Gone? - Gone.

You killed him?

Isn't that what you wanted?

But you got the name?

Scholl.

Said he was a judge.

Lake had him on a conspiracy rap.

Conspiracy?

Apparently he paroled a guy that killed a bookie.

That's what he said.

What else he say?

He told me Scholl was recording the kickbacks.

Something about a $10,000 split.

Kept records and everything.

We done?

What about my brother?

Kill him.

- Who? - Scholl.

Kill him.

Make him disappear.

Fuck me.

- Thanks, Ron. - Be careful, Ray.

Yeah.

Stay at your house. I'll be there soon.

Don't let him get inside ya.

Don't think you gotta stand toe-to-toe to him, all right?

Keep your distance. This is not a fucking boxing match.

- It's a street fight. - If he grabs at ya,

hit him with a fucking forearm. Make him pay.

Jesus Christ, Mick, don't confuse him.

Now, don't let him get ahold of you.

And if you can, break his nose,

and if you can't break it, ya fucking bite it off.

All right, away you go.

Yo, here we go!

Jesus. We lost everything.

It was shit anyway.

Hands.

I'm gonna scramble your brains, son.

Back to your corners.

You ready? You ready?

Fight!

♪ Every time ♪

♪ That I look in the mirror ♪

♪ All these lines on my face ♪

- Watch the kidneys! - ♪ Getting clearer ♪

♪ The past is gone ♪

♪ It went by ♪

♪ Like dusk to dawn ♪

♪ Isn't that the way ♪

♪ Everybody's got the dues in life ♪

♪ To pay ♪

♪ Yeah, I know nobody knows ♪

♪ Where it comes and where it goes ♪

♪ I know it's everybody sin ♪

♪ You got to lose to know ♪

♪ How to win ♪

♪ Half my life's ♪

♪ In books' written pages ♪

♪ Live and learn ♪

♪ From fools and from sages ♪

♪ You know it's true, oh ♪

♪ All the things ♪

♪ Come back to you ♪

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you ♪

♪ Away ♪

♪ Yeah, sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll ♪

♪ Take you away ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream yourself a dream come true ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on... ♪

I trusted you.

What?

I fucking trusted you.

You wore a wire, Ray?

♪ Dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Dream on, dream on, dream on ♪

♪ Ah ♪

You wore a fucking wire.

You rat bas...

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away ♪

♪ Sing with me, sing for the year ♪

♪ Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear ♪

♪ Sing with me, just for today ♪

♪ Maybe tomorrow the good Lord'll take you away ♪

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