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Previously on Ray Donovan:

You never told me how Bridget died.

She was high on drugs. She jumped off a roof.

So I had a contract drawn up to buy you and your company lock, stock and barrel.

I'm not for sale.

So we're still negotiating.

Special Agent Barnes.

- Who killed Sully Sullivan? - Mickey Donovan.

Any pimp messes with you on the street, I'm there.

- Who's working on the street? - These girls don't walk the streets.

This isn't 1979.

You put skin shots on the Internet...

...that's how johns find you? - Mm-hm.

We supply the girls coke...

...and the ability to front cash. They sell the johns coke.

When Johnny wants to do them a second time and can't pay, we loan them money.

We split the proceeds with the girls, get them upselling the fuckers, expand.

- Got a thing for the muscle girl? - Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

- So you really gonna kick us out? - That's the rules.

You like rules?

I want you to come for dinner. It's important.

- What's going on? - She wants you home.

Troy's recent distraction is the wife of a Navy SEAL.

I need you to handle this. I'm authorising you to go up to 500,000.

I'm not taking the money.

You're the third guy they sent.

- You ready, ding? - I'm here, ain't I?

Who's the ding, motherfucker?

Who's the ding, motherfucker?

Sorry, sweetheart. I'm not gonna make it.

Take the money.

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Daddy?

Oh, my God, what happened?

Hm.

I'm sorry I didn't make it home for dinner.

Uh...

Mom gave your food to the dog.

Yeah?

She thinks you're still punishing her over that cop.

I'm not.

Why didn't you come?

Daddy?

Go back to sleep, sweetheart.

Yeah. Sure. If I ever need more wrestling lessons...

...I'll be glad to go out with you. Yeah.

Okay, okay, bye.

Don't you just hate it when men try to manhandle you?

I don't remember.

Oh, you fixed it. What was wrong?

It was a short. You know, you people are so careless.

You should never bend an electrical cord, otherwise--

Mr. Roper.

- What happened? - Mr. Roper.

Stanley was showing us how not to get a shock.

Will you put some clothes on? My wife's here.

Mind your own business, Stanley.

What if the towel slips?

Mind your own business, Stanley.

- You have cream on your face. - Oh. Thank you.

No, Jack.

Mind your own business, Chrissy.

Bob?

Here they come.

Let's put a few shots over their heads. That should scatter them.

The fuck happened to you?

Lost a fight.

Finney offered us a job.

Why didn't you take it?

I spent 25 years being told what to do.

I'm done.

Spare key is in the third drawer of my desk.

And your coffeemaker's busted...

...so I got you a new one.

What is this shit?

Doughnuts and coke, breakfast of champions.

I got some thoughts about how we might work together to improve your business.

- No. - It's not happening.

- Sorry. - Wait, give Mick a chance.

- We did yesterday. - I get why you might be hesitant.

My ideas yesterday must have struck you as a little bit old-school.

- You think? - A little bit.

If you don't wanna listen, hey, you're free to go.

But if you stay, I'm gonna let you in on a vision I have...

...of a way we can all get rich together.

Look, this cocaine? See this cocaine?

This is for you to sell.

Each one of you can take as much as you think you can move.

We split the profits.

This is my son, you know Daryll.

He has a livery licence and is a professional boxer.

He'll be your driver and bodyguard.

As for me, I'll take care of your advertising and your time management.

I'll place your ads, handle your incoming phone calls...

...keep track of your whereabouts from here.

Let us take care of you for one day.

One day.

End of the day...

...you'd rather be independent operators, no harm, no foul.

Hm.

One day.

Dishonesty...

...fraud, corruption.

Governor Tom Verona is in bed with big business.

He purports to be for the little man, but who does he really serve?

On November 3rd...

...vote against our tax money making the rich richer.

- A vote no on Verona is a yes for... - Hey. You got a minute?

- This ad is paid for... - Hey, Bunch.

I need $20,000 from my settlement fund.

What's going on?

I'm investing in a business.

Mexican wrestling?

Luchadores.

They're training at the gym.

Thought we could put on a few shows.

Seriously?

- Yeah? - Terry got in a fight with an Aryan.

- Is he all right? - He's fine.

- The fucking Aryan is dead. - Where is he?

Isolation, for now. Warden's talking about moving him.

- Keep him there. - I don't know how long I can.

I'm coming out.

I'm serious, Ray.

We can make a lot of money for the Fite Club.

It's a front, Bunch. It's not supposed to make money.

Mr. Finney's concerned about the story...

...the remaining kidnapper may tell the police.

Not my problem.

I understand, but he'd still like both sides of the story insured.

I already signed his nondisclosure.

Mr. Finney would prefer if you reconsider his offer.

Having you in his employ would make him sleep easier.

- Who the fuck are you? - Mr. Goldberg's our family attorney.

Mr. Donovan, you'll find it better to keep Mr. Finney as a friend.

Is that a threat?

Just telling you which way the wind blows.

I already told him, I'm not for sale.

No one's bailed so far.

- Things are looking up. - Pssh.

- Oh, shit. - What, looking up, Pop?

We spent all that money you got from the Armenians on coke...

...just so six hookers can get high all day.

They understand the value of a solid business plan.

They're smart enough.

Hell, no. All they understand is coke makes them feel great.

Well, they got that right. What are you so worried about?

Pop, I'm worried because those Armenians are gonna take my Cadillac.

- I can feel it. - Just drive the girls. Have some faith.

You do know I only have one car?

Okay, I mean, how am I supposed to drive seven girls around?

Oh, what a delightful dilemma.

- Get off of me, Pop. Get off. Get off. - Ha, ha, ha.

- Yeah? - Mick, one of my regulars is on the way.

- Can Audrey stay with you? - Of course.

- Come on in. Join the party. - You be good, baby.

Thanks, Mick.

Why the long face?

That's what they say to the horse because a horse has a long face.

Okay. Ooh.

- You got Mickey Donovan. - You've a call from an inmate...

...at the California State Correctional Institution.

Will you accept the charge?

Sure. Sure.

What you got going on today, Conor?

School. I don't know.

Dad came home last night.

Really?

He'd been in a fight. It was weird.

He sat down on my bed, apologised, and then left.

- Oh. - Are you worried about him?

No, sweetheart. He's figuring some things out.

Right. Okay.

You need to sign this.

You got a D?

My teacher says that I need a tutor.

He said that public high school didn't prepare me for Rossmore's standards.

Jeez, Bridg.

- You're getting a D. - Yeah.

- Why didn't you say something before? - It's not some tragedy.

And calculus is hard. Conor does shitty all the time.

I know, Bridg, but we went to a lot of bother to get you in there.

Bother?

You put me there because of what happened with Marvin.

I'll take the bus.

What the fuck are you doing?

I need some lunch money. I gotta go too.

Who's the best boy in the whole world?

You are.

But I got a fucking appointment.

No visitors today. We're on lockdown.

I don't fucking care. My son's in there. I gotta see Matty Flynn, 15 minutes.

You don't leave of your own free will, you're leaving in a cop car.

Listen, I'm sorry. Look, come out here.

Just you and me, two guys talking. Come on.

What are you doing here?

- Matty Flynn called, said he could help. - Matty Flynn?

Yeah. His fucking jailhouse lawyer is one of them. They listen to him.

What are you doing? You're gonna bribe them with drugs?

- Quiet down. - Are you out of your mind?

This ain't some Hollywood bullshit. I know these guys, they kill people.

- They're gonna kill Terry. - You think I don't know that?

You know everything. You're good at putting people into these places...

...but I'm the one that survived inside. I know what's going on.

You stay out of this.

Are we understood?

- I'm at my end with you, Mick. - You're gonna need me on this.

I'm gonna need you?

Jesus fucking Christ.

Ray Donovan.

You can't just leave a kid in the back of a car, you know.

What are you talking about?

- Hello? - I need you to meet me at the Fite Club.

- What? - It's important.

I'll explain everything there. See you.

- Can you get him transferred? - It wouldn't change anything.

Anywhere he goes, his jacket goes with him.

If your brother had killed a Norteño or a Blood, maybe I could help you...

...but the Aryan Brotherhood, they've got most of the guards...

...and the warden in their fucking pocket.

Why are you telling me this?

So you'll understand the fucking magnitude of the favour I'm doing you.

Make it fast. He's not supposed to be in here.

If I get caught with you here, I'm fucked.

- S-oh-7. - Seven's open.

What the fuck happened to your face?

What the fuck happened to yours?

You all right, Ter?

- I didn't mean to kill him. - I know you didn't.

- I'm gonna get you out of here. - Yeah, it doesn't matter anymore.

I just...

I just need a few hours to figure it out.

My leg started shaking a few months back. Know what that means?

- I'm three years from a wheelchair. - Come on. Don't start talking that shit.

I don't sleep no more. I got these fucking visions.

They get me, they're doing me a favour.

Don't you fucking quit on me, Terry.

I'm through.

I'm just gonna get worse.

I got nothing to come back for.

What are you talking about, nothing to go back for?

Who's gonna look after me if you go?

Frances don't write me.

The club ain't mine.

My body's shutting down.

Time's up.

Kevin's gonna keep you here in isolation.

I love you, Raymond.

But I don't want your fucking help.

- Wettick. - Is that with a C or a K?

I don't know. With a fucking K?

- And do you have a street, sir? - I don't know what street.

- I'm sorry, sir-- - I just need a number.

- Without a street name or without-- - Oh, fuck.

W-E-T-T-I-C-K?

"Judge"?

That's fucking him.

Where's the address?

When someone's famous, their house is hard to find.

- What's going on, Mick? - Abby, thank God.

Stay here a second.

- Who's the kid? - Terry ran into a problem at the prison.

What kind of problem?

I can't say.

- Is it that bad? - I got a way to fix it. I need some time.

- Does Ray know? - I need you to look after the kid.

- I promised her mother-- - For fuck's sakes.

What else are you gonna do? I'll be back in a couple of hours.

I wouldn't ask you if it wasn't a fucking life-or-death thing, you know that.

Judge Wettick. My name's Ray Donovan. I don't know if you remember me...

...but you sentenced my brother Terry-- - Armed robbery, assault and battery.

I was hoping we could talk inside.

The Aryans are going after him because of his Parkinson's.

That's why all this happened.

Terrible situation.

Yeah. I was, uh...

...sort of hoping you might consider granting him a compassionate release.

Right, because of his Parkinson's.

Prison's no place for a man like my brother.

Our prison system has been corrupted.

Private corporations have turned it into the new California gold rush.

We've built too many prisons too fast...

...and given control away to the very men we incarcerate.

Terry's a good man.

He doesn't belong in there.

A good man who was left behind at an armed robbery.

Yeah.

A good man who murdered a fellow inmate.

That was self-defence.

That's for the court to decide.

He'll never make it to court.

The Aryans will kill him first.

I can't help you, Mr. Donovan.

Fifty-thousand dollars.

You get the second payment when my brother's home.

I would have thought you'd have more imagination than this.

Take the fucking money.

Leave, now.

Take your money with you.

Ray, what the fuck's going on?

Mickey dropped that little girl off with me. Said Terry's in trouble.

He killed a guy in prison.

What?

Oh, my fucking God.

What can I do?

- Ray, where's Lena? - She took another job.

You let Lena go?

I'm worried about you, Ray.

- I wanna help you. - What are you gonna do, Abs? Huh?

Get Terry out of prison?

Talk the Aryan Nation out of killing him? What are you gonna do?

I have been fucking delusional.

Sitting at home, waiting for you to come back.

That's what this is about.

No. It's about Terry.

I don't have time for this.

My mom said if you wanna make a man run fast...

...act needy.

- I have one at Downtown Century. - I'm going to the Executive Suites.

- Do you know how to use Bang Board? - Yeah.

- I need more pictures. - Okay. Uh-- Wait, wait-- Ginger?

I gotta take Cindy and Alex downtown.

Can you stay and watch over everything while I'm gone?

No. I have a client.

Shit.

I gotta get to Marina del Rey.

You too. All right. Uh--

Fuck it. Just pile in, everybody.

Hey, where's Mickey?

He left, Bunch.

- Where'd he go? - I don't know.

Hey, hey, hey, do you have a camera on your phone?

Yeah. But I gotta talk to Papa. I need to borrow some money.

No, that's what's up, because this is for Pop.

All right, right here, this is Michelle, okay?

She needs pictures for her profile on a website.

You do that, Pop's gonna hook you up lovely, all right?

He's my brother.

Come on.

Uh...

You can't get my face in.

We're very happy that Tara's dad has come to talk to us...

...about his exciting work in law enforcement.

Agent Barnes was instrumental in hunting down...

...the notorious criminal Patrick "Sully" Sullivan.

He capped that motherfucker.

And Agent Barnes has recently been named...

...the assistant special agent in charge of the Los Angeles Bureau of the FBI.

Agent Barnes.

Wow, thank you, Lorraine. It's a...

It's a real pleasure to be able to talk to your students.

When I was 8 years old...

...I stole a Snickers bar from the local pharmacy down the street.

Let me tell you, kids, it's, uh...

It's haunted me ever since.

Learn anything?

We need to talk, Frank.

You're welcome to come to my office. Call my secretary and we'll set a time.

I need you to get my brother out of jail.

What?

I need you to turn a judge, today.

Go fuck yourself, Ray.

Who killed Sully Sullivan?

Mickey Donovan. Now get off my fucking boat.

All right. We've been over this a thousand times.

It's in the past. We're even.

- That's right. - Fine.

You just lost your fucking job.

You gonna take us all down, Ray?

After all this shit, you're gonna open that fucking box back up?

He's my brother, Frank.

Come on, Ray, don't do this.

All right, what judge sentenced him?

Wettick.

- All right, what do you want me to do? - He's up for re-election.

Want you to go after him for campaign fraud.

- Well, what if he's clean? - Doesn't matter.

Once the press gets wind of it, it kills his campaign either way.

If I do it...

...you give me that fucking tape.

You do this, you'll never see me again.

Fuck.

Where's Daryll?

I'm his brother, Bunchy.

Huh. I need breast milk.

- What? - Breast milk.

It's for one of my johns. It's really important.

Well, where am I gonna get breast milk?

I don't know. Gary always had it.

Who's Gary?

Look, I need it within an hour, and I'm not fucking around.

This guy pays a lot.

No possession of a police radio...

...or a scanner.

No firearms, no knives, and no leaving town.

Okay, now, I have a very important question for you.

Yeah?

How many dates with a lady friend before you try to seal the deal?

You know, I'm talking about a woman in her 40s with some refinement, nice ass.

Get out. Get the fuck out.

Get out.

Terry killed an Aryan in county.

- Boy, boy, boy. - You gotta help me get him out.

I'm a fucking parole officer, Mick.

I deal with ex-cons. I don't have that kind of clout.

I need you to get me to his judge.

- Me? - Wettick, you know him?

I know all of them, but I just can't fucking go after--

You piece of shit. My son's life is at stake.

You're as responsible as I am for putting him in there.

I'll make sure everyone knows if you don't get me to that judge.

Jesus Christ, Mick.

This is my boy I'm talking about. You're gonna get me to that judge.

I'll give myself up. I won't turn you in.

But you're gonna tell me where that sucker lives.

- I'm at the grocery store. - What?

Well, I'm trying to figure out, you know, which one to-- Hold on.

Hello. Excuse me.

Which one tastes like the real thing?

Well, I'm just gonna get the most expensive formula they have.

No, no, no. That's not gonna work.

I tried that once, and he fucking flipped out.

- Well, what do I do? - I don't know.

Figure it out.

Oh, and I need adult diapers.

- You sure this is where Mickey lives? - Yeah.

I'm not supposed to be here while my mom's working.

It's frozen.

Ugh.

What the fuck is going on here?

Hi, Mommy.

Hi, baby. What are you doing here? You need to go home.

Thank you.

You should be fucking ashamed of yourself.

It's just part-time.

I can't fix his nose in here.

Just finish stitching him up.

- Open oh-7. - Opening oh-7.

You didn't have to bring him.

Tell that to your brother.

You're a good fighter, man. Where'd you get that uppercut?

What the--?

Unh!

You're dead, motherfucker!

You're dead, you son of a bitch!

Let me at him!

You're dead! I'm gonna kill you!

You son of a bitch! I'm gonna kill you!

I'm gonna cut your fucking head off!

We should've taken my car and used the light.

- Yeah? - They shivved the prison doctor.

- What? - We 're done.

Warden took me off of my detail, Terry's going back to gen pop.

What are you doing?

- Call the judge. - What?

Call the fucking judge.

Nice flowers.

- What can I do for you? - My name is Mickey Donovan.

I was hoping we could have a conversation.

I'm gonna tell you what I told your son.

I can't be bought.

My boy went to prison for my actions.

I was the one who organised the robbery.

If you wanted to help your son, you should have done it months ago.

- So you're saying, let him die, huh? - I'm saying that's not the way it works.

I'll tell you the way it works. You're gonna get on that phone...

...you're call whoever you gotta call, get my son out.

- Get off my property. - You gotta be fucking kidding me.

- Call who you need called. - No.

Sitting up there, in your fucking robes, you think you're God.

You're not up there anymore. Down here, I decide who lives and dies.

- No, no, no. - Make the call. Make the call.

- No. I need my pills. - Fuck you.

- What did you do? - He just fell down.

Oh, shit.

Come on.

Come on. What are you doing?

- Calling an ambulance. - Put the fucking phone down.

Don't die. Come on, please don't fucking die.

Come on. Breathe. Breathe.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Everything you touch turns to shit.

Don't say that.

Ray?

You just killed another one of your kids.

Clean it up.

We even?

Ray, are we even?

I'll tell them it was me, Ray.

I'll tell them it was me. I'll trade my life for Terry's.

Come on, Ray, we can still fix this.

Ray?

Come on, Ray.

I'm home.

Would somebody fucking say hello?

Hey, Mom.

Hey, big guy.

Hi. You need to go out? Conor?

Can you take him out while I make his dinner?

Put on his leash.

Conor! Grab him!

Dog.

Dog!

No, don't, don't, don't.

- Open 27. - No. No. Please, no.

- Close 27. - No.

Please, wait. Help.

Please. Let-- Let me out.

Let me out.

They can be cruel.

Don't leave me with him. Please. Please.

Mr. Finney will see you now.

Thank you, Varick.

You want some coffee?

Have a seat, please.

- Mr. Finney-- - Ray. Ray.

Take a breath, huh?

You wanna tell me about it?

My, uh...

My brother's in prison.

He killed another inmate, self-defence.

The other guys, uh...

...they're gonna kill him.

That's terrible.

I need to get him out...

...tonight.

Can you help me?

--re-take the lead, now up 2-to-1 over Edmonton...

...17-22 in the second.

Veteran forward Mike Nash is really putting on a show...

So how'd it go, Bunch?

Fine.

How about you?

Easy breezy, man. Heh.

I was born to pimp.

Hey, Pop.

How's Terry doing?

What happened to Terry?

- Nothing. - Wait, I thought that's why you left.

- What are you doing here, Bunchy? - Oh, I needed some help with the girls.

Ain't that wonderful? Working with your brother.

Dog?

Dog.

Dog.

Stop it.

Fucking stop it.

How many children in your family?

Um...

I have three brothers.

I had a sister.

She died?

Yeah.

She died.

I'm an only child. Missed out on all that social Darwinism.

Didn't have to compete for my parents' attention.

You must be in the middle.

Yeah. I bet your brothers are helpless compared with you, huh?

I don't know.

Governor Verona will not be happy.

- Cusp of an election. - Mr. Finney.

Numbers are tight.

Mr. Finney. Please, this way.

- Andrew. - Tom.

This is my good friend, Ray Donovan.

Nice to meet you.

So how are the polls looking?

We're getting there.

Heh, heh, heh. You have my every confidence.

Gentlemen.

So, Andrew...

...what can I do for you?

My friend, Ray, has a problem that only you can address.

I see.

Ray has a brother in county.

He's also a Parkinson's sufferer.

Ray was working on getting him compassionate release...

...when there was an unfortunate incident with another inmate.

Andrew, it's not the time--

We would appreciate it if you would expedite his release.

- And if he gets out and fucks up again? - He won't.

You have our assurances.

If the press hears of this and my opponent decides to run with it?

We'll deal with the press.

I'll pardon him one week after I win my second term.

It's just a few weeks away.

You need to pardon him tonight.

My platform has been cracking down on crime...

...not releasing prisoners.

This is taking far longer than I thought it would.

I'll get it done tonight.

Thank you, Tom.

I appreciate your friendship, Andrew, and your continued support.

Of course.

- Mr. Finney, I just wanted to say-- - Anything for a friend.

It was a pleasure to see you tonight, Ray.

Sign there, there...

...and there.

Your salary is set. The terms are for one year...

...with an option to extend to another at our discretion.

Whatever Mr. Finney wants.

You'll be expected for work tomorrow morning.

You can see yourself out.

Okay.

I thought you were through with the Finney family, Ray.

Come in.

You're in charge.

What?

I need to go away for a couple of days, Bridg.

Why?

I just need a couple of days.

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Someplace I can think.

You can't be serious, Mom.

I am.

Look after your brother.

Love you.

Mom?

You know, I'd like to go to Boston someday.

Go to Fenway Park like you guys.

The Green Monster.

What's wrong, Pop?

Oh, kid.

Oh, kid.

What is it?

Hey, Mick, you got a minute?

- Sure. - Come on in, guys.

They all had a very good day.

Dope was easy to move, and all the girls felt good about it.

Goddamn.

You got Mickey Donovan.

I got him out.

Thank God.

Who was that?

Terry's coming home, boys.

Holy shit, how?

Who's Terry?

- He's my brother. - That's what I was doing today with Ray.

- You hear that? Terry's coming home. - Terry will need a big welcome.

- Yeah. - We gotta plan a party.

- We're gonna have a party. - Yeah.

Oh, I thought I lost you, you obstinate prick.

You can't keep carrying us.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I told you not to do this.

Hey.

You're an ungrateful bastard, you know that?

I told you to leave me.

I fucking love you, Terry.

You think I'd ever let anything happen to you?

So, what'd it take?

How much am I worth on the street?

What?

What'd it cost you to get me out?

Nothing, Terry.

Didn't cost me a fucking thing.

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