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Two...

Three!

What the hell?

Oh, God!

_

Can you tell me where you were

on the night of November 7th?

My dad needs a favor.

Fuck it!

_

The fuck...

May he rest in fuckin' peace.

Sláinte.

Ray-Ray.

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Why me?

Why did I survive?

It was pretty spectacular, Ray.

I'm talkin'...

genuine hand of God here...

I think... I may be blessed.

You don't wanna know what happened?

No.

Not even curious?

You know, you live through somethin' like that, and...

it gets you thinkin' about what's really important...

our purpose here, shit like that.

Where we goin', Ray?

Those cops you chopped up...

one of the heads came up.

Jesus.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna make it easy for them to pin it on you.

I'm not going back to prison.

I can't go back, Ray.

Course you can't.

You're dead.

That was a nice urn you bought for me.

I'm not sure about the... Eternal Flame thing.

I didn't know they made those.

Kind of a strange...

strange choice, actually, for a guy who burned to death.

You can admit you were sad, Ray,

when you heard that I was dead.

It's only natural.

- What? - Nothing to be ashamed of.

No one would judge ya for it

if you shed a tear or two for your old man.

I want you to stand there, put your prints on the door.

Sure... yeah.

I'm puttin' 'em everywhere here.

He was right here when I popped him.

What?

The cop I shot, when I saved your life, Raymond.

Here.

Blow your nose.

Sure... my blood.

Ooh, that's a lotta DNA.

Have a party.

So why didn't I go up in flames?

It was like the Titanic. Remember in the Titanic

where... the rear of the boat goes up in the air

and everyone else is drowning?

It's the same thing because the back of the bus...

sorta catches all the bumps the hardest.

So the security door just opened right up

like the Red Sea partin'.

And I'm out the fuckin' door.

Shoulda seen the explosion, Ray, and the...

flames.

And me flyin' through the air out the back of the bus...

carried on angel wings or something.

What kinda boat did you take?

One-a those little Whalers out there.

Wasn't normal, Ray.

Was from somethin' else, ya know?

Sign this.

Yeah.

The fuck is that?

They'll match up the handwritin'.

Bein' a cop killer's one thing, Ray,

but don't make me look stupid.

Ah, yeah.

You popped seven rounds into a guy just sittin' down.

Put your prints on this.

Didn't wanna give him a chance, did ya?

- Let's go. - Wait a minute.

What?

I would never get rid of a gun

and not wipe it down.

But...

Under the duress of a murder,

I might accidentally...

leave a new print as I'm wipin' down the old.

You're welcome.

Jesus fuckin' Christ.

The Post.

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- Ma! - Oh, my baby.

Hi.

- I missed you. - Oh, my sweetheart.

Let me look at you.

- Been a long time, huh? - Mm-hmm.

Sorry about Mickey.

About that...

What is this?

The story's changed.

Okay...

My father killed everyone.

Pleasure to meet you.

You have lovely eyes.

This is the guy Mac told you killed Rad, Al, and Bianchi.

Him?

You're not exactly meeting me at my best, darling.

Where's that leave Mac in all this?

He's not a cop killer.

That was a kindness you did, Raymond.

A mitzvah, like the Jewish people call it.

What?

Supportin' the widow.

That's the fuckin' purpose I'm talkin' about.

Hi, Ray.

Make the calls. Destroy the phones.

Is that Sandy?

You don't have ta tell me that.

I'm not a fuckin' amateur.

Let me talk to her.

You're dead. You don't talk to anyone.

Hello, is this the tip line?

- Yes, it is. - Good.

Listen, uh... I was pickin' up trash today

in an alley behind, uh,

272 Altoona Street.

I like to volunteer

and beautify the neighborhood.

And I found something very strange...

a bloodied shirt and a gun.

A bloody shirt and gun. And what was your name?

Uh, no, dear, I, uh, I will not leave my name.

Uh... the Bible tells us

never to practice our good deeds in public

or we'll have no reward from our Father in heaven.

I mean, I'm not saying I'm vain...

Uh-huh.

Daryll Donovan.

Yeah, what's up?

Detective Perry. NYPD.

I have some questions

about the night of November seventh.

November seventh?

What, like last year November seventh?

You remember where you were that night?

Ah... yes.

I do, um, I went to...

Madison Square Garden for the first time.

The J.W.H. show.

J.W.H. show.

Jonathan Walker Hanson.

And, oh, yes, he killed it.

He must be thrilled with the new demographic.

What?

Can anyone else confirm you being there?

Yeah, my, um, I went with my brother

and my niece and her husband.

- Your family; of course. - Yeah.

Oh, and, uh, you know, we got to go backstage

and, like, meet Jonathan Walker Hanson.

And, uh, we also met his, uh, producer Adam Rain.

I ask them about you,

- they'll remember? - I don't know,

I mean... I mean, we had a good talk, though.

We talked about, like, you know, baseball,

like the Dodgers, Yankees, who's better.

Oh, he, yeah, he likes dogs.

- Who? - Jonathan Walker Hanson.

- I said that already. - I need receipts, ticket stubs,

selfies of you backstage with those dogs.

Otherwise, next time, I'm gonna have to take you in.

Okay.

Have a good day.

Okay, so what was that all about?

- Ma, I dunno! - Mm-hmm.

Well, it sounds like some Donovan bull-shit to me.

Ma, don't worry about it, all right?

We good!

Daryll...

you gonna land your ass in prison.

Shit!

- Is this the tip line? - Yes, ma'am.

Ah... so listen, uh...

I was suckin' off one-a my Johns the other day and...

he runs a boat rental outfit over there on Long Island.

North Shore or South Shore?

Yeah, right near where all those heads is comin' up.

So, Huntington?

Yeah, that's right.

And which rental store in Huntington?

Uh-huh.

- No, whi... - You got it.

Terry.

You came back.

Yeah, I-I did.

I... I wanna do it again.

Come on.

A raise?

- Yeah. - A raise.

I protected the store, right, I saved lives.

What you did, Brendan... firing a weapon,

injuring two people... that is not our safety policy.

Well, fuck your safety policy, all right?

- Those gunmen... - Gunmen?

You shot a teenager in the back...

who now is in intensive care.

- Intensive care? - And God forbid if he dies,

you'll be getting whatever's the opposite of a raise.

Lawyers and corporate are coming in later today

to decide whether we're defending you, firing you,

or suing you,

and you want a raise.

Read your contract...

Yeah.

That little person.

What?

The picture of the little person.

- What about him? - He won't talk, will he?

- No. - Good. That's good.

The DA's gonna file charges against Sullivan...

child endangerment, sex crimes.

I want you to find me a ten-year-old boy.

What for?

To say he was the kid in the picture.

I want you to do that.

Trouble?

The Fortress of Solitude, huh?

What's, uh, what's with all the tequila?

It's Tommy Wheeler's place.

We're just usin' the back for a while.

You could put the Raiders

of the fuckin' Lost Ark in here.

Hey, guys.

- You got everything? - Yeah, the money and ticket

are ready... just give me a second with the passport.

Hey, Smitty, man.

You all right?

I'm fuckin' here.

Back from the dead.

Like the Son of God risen up.

Adam Rain sent you that.

I was in the bus with everyone else,

and I-I'm... workin' on these cuffs that were tight

and I'm tryin' to loosen 'em.

And I checked my, uh, four-leaf clover.

See? Got a four-leaf clover there.

Luck o' the Irish.

Does, uh... he know he's goin'?

Not yet.

- Puhhh... puuuhhhh... - Hey, Ray.

Have you... have you heard this story?

Yeah, I heard it.

- It's fuckin' amazing, it's... - Yeah, and I...

I musta gone out. I musta gone out for a second or two.

So where're we goin'?

To see the shaman.

W-what does he do?

Parkinson's.

Cancer, Alzheimer's,

autism, manic depression.

It's all just blocked channels in the body.

You shove western medicine into those channels,

and that pharmaceutical poison just blocks 'em even more.

But what the shaman does

is he asks you to clear those channels.

So... this guy c...

can cure me?

He is going to show you a way to cure yourself.

I see nothin' but red, smoke, and fuckin' flames

and a little flicker off to the side,

and it's burnin' metal.

And I...

Uh... can I help you?

I need to speak with Ray Donovan.

Uh, do you have an appointment?

Just... tell him that Kevin Sullivan's sister's here.

Sullivan.

You got people in Boston?

I do...

Mr. Wallace.

Mr. Wallace, right this way.

Oh! Oh, yes, dear.

Can we speak privately?

Sure.

Is that Jim Sullivan's daughter?

I-I don't know.

Grew into a beauty.

Seems nice enough, too, which is a miracle,

considering her father's a legitimate piece of shit.

Have a seat.

I found something that I wanted to give you.

Yeah?

Your sister was my babysitter.

And she used to have me put makeup on her

and, like, feather her hair.

Do you remember that look?

What do you want?

You made my brother look like something he's not.

Yeah?

Look, I know you won't take money.

I've got a feeling

you're not a man who gives a shit about threats.

I guess I was just hoping.

Hopin' what?

Bridget told me you were the best person she knew.

I guess I was hoping...

maybe that Ray Donovan might still be around.

What's goin' on?

He's got something on her brother.

He's got a picture of Kevin Sullivan

sucking on some guy's cock.

You got, uh, pictures of Jim Sullivan's kid

- suckin' cock, huh? - Yeah.

- Finished? - What you got goin' on

with the Sullivans?

That's for you.

You know what you're getting into?

That's a one-way ticket.

The Maldives.

Yeah.

"Martin O'Dea"?

You couldn't find a more Irish name, huh?

Here, put these on.

Sendin' me away, huh?

Ray, I'm dead.

No one's lookin' for me no more.

Yeah? How long is that gonna last?

Forever and a fuckin' day.

That's why I'm a fuckin' huge asset.

Yeah.

Okay, Ray, this detective is, like, sweatin' me, okay?

She's gonna come back like at any minute.

- Calm down, Daryll. - I am calm, all right?

But if she gets back here, okay,

a-and I don't have credentials

or a p... or a picture of me and J.W.H.'s dog backstage,

she's gonna put my black ass in jail.

I'll be right over.

Let's go.

What do ya think?

Okay, first, give me your meds.

All of 'em.

Let me show you around.

I could do plastic surgery, Ray.

Get a whole new face.

Get rid of these fingerprints, too.

People do that.

Oh, where the hell are we?

Little slice of heaven.

Hoo!

Stay here.

- What'd you tell her? - What?

The cop... I need to know exactly what you fuckin' told her.

Hello, Ray.

Uh, she, uh, came for Pop's funeral.

So how have you been?

Here's a ticket stub and a badge.

Give it to the cop next time you see her.

'Kay.

Try to keep your fuckin' mouth shut.

Raymond, is that Claudette?

What's she doin' here?

She came for your fuckin' funeral.

She came for my funeral.

Wait here, just a moment.

Hey, Bunch.

Why didn't you testify?

What?

I know you didn't need the money, but...

You coulda at least been there when I had to take the stand,

you know, in front of all those priests.

Where are you?

Farley's.

What's up?

You have a question for me, Terry?

I-I-I just wanna get better.

We can help you.

How?

Our cosmovision incorporates

ancestral medical techniques...

with a view of humankind and its place in the universe...

grounded in a devotion to Pachamama,

Mother Earth.

In other words, we will help you return to yourself.

The rest is up to you.

Thanks.

You've been fighting your whole life.

You're fighting right now.

Yeah.

Stop... don't fight them.

W-wha...

Let yourself be part of them.

Think of it this way, Terry.

Your hands are still.

It's the world that's trembling.

Ya all right?

I'm sorry I said what I said when I called ya.

Just...

Don't worry about it.

Let's get outta here. Come on.

When I went in to ask for a raise after what I...

after what I did...

you know what they said?

What?

That they might fuckin' sue me or...

fire me.

I was protectin' the store.

You did the right thing, Bunch.

I shot a fucking kid in the back!

You did what had to be done.

What nobody in that fuckin' store had the nerve to do.

Shit hit the fuckin' fan, you stood up...

and did what had to be done.

Say it.

Say it.

I did what had to be done.

Yeah.

That's right.

Let's get the fuck outta here.

Ray's forcin' me to leave the country, Bunch.

Yeah?

Yeah, after all I done for everybody.

All I done for you.

Tell him I won't be a problem, Bunch.

Yeah, you will, Mick.

You're always a fuckin' problem.

Hey, Detective!

Uh, come on in.

Heard about your father. My condolences.

Uh, yeah, thanks.

We got a few calls today.

Anonymous tips.

Led us to a gun in Staten Island

with your father's prints.

Another call led us to a marina.

Some fishermen in the area said they saw a man

fitting the description of your father

out on the water that day.

Said he wasn't alone. Said he was with a black man.

Late 30s, early 40s. Well-built.

And my son's the only person in five boroughs

that fits that description, right?

The backstage pass and the tickets

that you was asking about... just... excuse me.

I don't, uh...

I normally don't, uh, keep this kinda shit,

but, you know, it was a special night.

Wow.

His first-ever middle-aged African-American fan.

Yeah, my man even, uh, he signed it,

uh, "To Daryll."

The real deal.

Impressive.

You mind if I hold on to these?

Sure, if you want.

I appreciate all your help.

I'll circle back.

We were a good team today, Ray.

Donovan and son.

Donovan and Donovan.

I'm askin' ya...

let me be useful.

You gotta go, Mick.

You'll, uh, come visit me, right?

Sure.

They got huts... in the ocean out there.

People actually live on stilts over the water.

Yeah.

A little sharky, but, uh...

they say it's beautiful.

Hey. Hey.

You were always my favorite.

You say that to all your sons, Mick.

It's true every time I say it.

Ray...

I accept your forgiveness.

I thought about it.

And I accept it.

Fine.

And I forgive you.

Fine.

You should go through, Mick.

Think we're bad sons, Ray?

Pull over the car.

Why?

Just pull over the fuckin' car.

What's goin' on?

Hey.

Bunch.

I don't wanna close this case.

Do you know much heat there is on this?

Not just from upstairs but above upstairs.

- I do. - So close it up.

- It doesn't feel right. - Feel right.

You got a gun with fingerprints

and ballistics report to match.

And no motive and no logic.

- Don't haggle. - It's a frame job.

His father couldn't've done this alone.

You got three solved murders to your name here.

Michael Donovan was a son of a bitch,

and we can all feel grateful

that murderin' psychopath is dead.

But you're gonna let Ray Donovan

- get away with fucking m... - Shut it down.

Take the win and call it a day, Detective.

I got the DA ready to draw up an indictment,

and I need to announce the deal.

So get me the camera and a fucking kid

by the end of the day.

You left early last time.

Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that.

Oh, I'm not asking for an apology.

I'm just curious about what you were feeling.

I lost control.

That happens when I drink.

Did you drink more after you left?

Yeah.

Wanna talk about that?

Not really.

You wanna talk about your father?

Okay.

Is there anything you wanna talk about?

Somethin' my sister said.

What?

When we were kids...

um...

before my mother got sick, before all this...

We read these books together.

They were about, uh...

about a veterinarian in London.

There were four of them...

All Creatures Great and Small,

All Things Bright and Beautiful,

All Things Wise and Wonderful,

And The Lord God Made Them All.

Yeah, I know those books. I read them too.

I thought I should be somethin' like that, you know?

Veterinarian...

someone who helps animals.

Or people.

What?

Someone who helps people.

Yeah.

Missed it.

There was some real "Eleanor Rigby" shit

goin' on in here.

Sorry, family stuff.

You know what's actually kind of incredible?

I mean, he sang beautifully.

I mean, no one's ever gonna take him seriously,

but he's really talented.

I, uh, I wanted to say thank you

for helping me out with those tickets.

I liked it.

- What? - I mean, I know

whatever your dad's into, it's fucked up, right?

And I like being in on that fixer shit.

It's not that great.

Well, I need some more danger in my life.

You think that's what you want?

Come here.

Come here. Listen to this.

I think The Hollies and Radiohead

- already made that one. - No!

Oh... no!

Yeah.

God damn it!

- Ohh... - Yeah.

Uh-hmm.

What is it, "The Air That I Breathe"?

- Mm-hmm. - Oh, my God.

Yep.

♪ If ♪

♪ I could make a wish ♪

♪ I think I'd pass ♪

- Whew! - It's so good.

♪ Can't think of ♪

♪ Anything ♪

♪ I need ♪

Holy shit.

♪ No ♪

♪ Cigarettes, no sleep ♪

♪ No lights ♪

♪ No sound ♪

♪ Noth... ing to eat ♪

♪ No books to read ♪

- Keep goin', keep goin'. - Mm-hmm, that's it.

- No, come on! - I should go.

No. Stay.

Why?

Because...

someone needs to stop me from plagiarizing songs.

Come on.

♪ S... some ♪

♪ Times ♪

♪ All I need is the air ♪

♪ That I breathe ♪

- ♪ You ♪ - That's it.

Johnny Walker on the rocks, please.

Yes, sir.

I was surprised to get your text.

You lived across the street

from the house that burned down, right?

Yeah.

- The Murphys. - Yeah.

Yeah, you were right next to the Goodwill.

Yeah.

Yeah, my mother bought

so much shit from that place,

my brother thought Goodwill was a brand name.

My sister...

she really say all those things about me?

What?

That I was the best person she knew.

Yes.

Why?

Doesn't sound like her.

You were the best person she knew.

I was there.

Did you think I was making it up?

I should go.

Stay for another drink. I mean...

Ray.

Thank you.

Where you been?

I gave Molly Sullivan the camera.

Well, Feratti's gonna come after you

with everything he's got now.

Yeah.

What, you don't care?

I don't wanna do it anymore.

Ray...

Shake my hand.

Why?

Because I'm leaving.

It's time.

Yeah.

Bye, Ray.

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