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Previously on Ray Donovan:

My brother's in prison. He killed another inmate.

Who's a ding, motherfucker?

- They're gonna kill him. - That's terrible.

Can you help me?

Conor.

Dog!

You looking for a strong arm, Paige? Someone to break bones for you?

- Does that turn you on? - Call an ambulance! Help us!

- Hurting people? - You better watch what you say to me.

You need to sign this.

- Got a D? - What are you gonna do?

I've been delusional, sitting at home, waiting for you to come back.

That's what this is about.

I need to go away for a couple of days.

- Where are you going? - Someplace I can think.

- What'd it cost to get me out? - I had a contract drawn up...

...to buy you, your services, and your company lock, stock, and barrel.

- Sign there and there. - Didn't cost me a fucking thing.

You'll be expected for work tomorrow morning.

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

Ha-ha. Abby fucking Kelly.

- Gus? - Hey, beautiful.

Hey.

Took on a truck with my motorcycle. Lost.

Fuck.

How's Becky?

Lost her too.

Dave, your sister's here.

Abby?

Jesus Christ. What are you doing here?

I don't know.

I just miss the neighbourhood.

You look like a fucking teenager.

I feel like an old woman.

Come in. Come on.

What the fuck happened to this place?

What are you talking about?

Nothing.

Did you tell Margaret that you're back?

No, not yet.

Round's on me!

- All right. - Yeah!

Move over.

There you go.

Jeez, that's awful.

Did you eat that shit?

- Bunchy. - Hm.

I'm gonna get you a new coffeemaker.

It works fine.

Get you one of those ones with a timer.

That way, you wake up, it's already brewed.

How did you get me out?

Will you stop with that?

No, I'm worried, Ray. I owe you something...

...I need to know what it is. - No, you don't.

Fine, get me a new Coffeemaker.

Actually, what I really need is a new fucking car.

Jeez, you move fast.

- Where's Mom? - She left. Suitcase, everything.

Can you take me to school? I missed the bus.

You're not even ready yet.

Just stay home. Relax.

Make love to your mattress.

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Hey.

Bunch.

You look good.

Missed you.

Morning, boys. Ray.

Where's my little Terry?

There he is. Heh.

Good to have you home.

Back in the gym.

How does it feel?

- Yeah? - Casey needs to be...

...at the studio for a meeting at 10 a.m.

- Who's this? - Varick Strauss.

He's not reachable on his phone, so you'll need to pick him up.

- Got an address? - It's 467 Laurel View Drive.

- Just above the chateau. - All right.

You wouldn't believe what your brother and I had to do to get you out.

What did you have to do?

Well, we...

...pulled off a few tricks.

I gotta get dressed.

Thanks.

You should get ready.

Need a little more time.

- Gonna take another swim. - All right.

I've already alerted Paige and Casey.

So un-alert them.

I'm just reminding you that Mr. Liu's made a solid first offer...

...and Paige thinks that they're driving towards a deal.

We're talking about selling yet another American institution...

...to a foreign company. I need a little more time.

Abby.

Abby, wake up.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ, Margaret.

I was gonna stop by and see you this morning.

- Sure you were. - Hey.

I gotta go to the bank. Wanna come along?

We're fucking fine. You don't need to get in the middle.

Dave says you're leaving Ray.

I got drunk last night. I probably said a lot of things.

So it's not true?

- How's Lauren? - Flunking out of college.

Dating an asshole.

Sound familiar?

She's stopping by for lunch.

Mind if I stick around and say hi?

What the...?

I kind of hoped I'd never see you again.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

- What are you doing here? - You got a meeting at 10 a.m.

You mean my execution?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Paige is trying to sell my studio to some Chinese dude.

I don't wanna be there for that.

Get in the fucking shower.

Holy shit, you really did it.

- Ha. Did you remember "FIFA"? - Yeah.

But holy shit.

- Calm down. Just get in. - Okay.

Hi. Aren't you a freshman?

- Yeah. - What are you doing driving this car?

Yeah, you're way too young to drive this car.

What are you really doing?

My parents are gone.

- All day? - Yeah.

Don't leave yet.

- What's your address? - Holy shit.

So you're working for my dad full-time now?

What's your job description exactly?

Just get the cigarettes. You're late.

What kind of cereal do your kids eat, Ray?

- What? - Cereal.

Breakfast, you know, what do they have?

- I don't know. - That's sad.

Breakfast used to be a family meal.

You know, when I was growing up, it was all about Trix.

Trix the Rabbit.

Man, that bunny was too clever.

Could outsmart anybody.

- Yeah? - Did you pick up Casey?

I got him.

Well, there's been a delay, so you can bring him back home.

- What? - The meeting's been cancelled...

...Mr. Donovan.

I'm just keeping you in the loop.

The eyes...

You see how they draw the characters' eyes?

Staring straight down at the kids, so they can tug on Mom's arm...

...and make her buy a box.

I mean, the cigarette companies, right, they had Joe Camel.

They had the Marlboro Man.

I mean, these kids now, they have Cap'n Crunch, Count Chocula.

I mean, talk about fucking IP.

Meeting's been cancelled. Why don't you go home and get some rest?

Rest? Are you fucking kidding me?

We gotta get this thing on its feet.

So you actually slept on Uncle Dave's couch last night?

- Yeah. - That's brave.

So you on vacation?

Yeah, I haven't been home for a while, so, you know...

- How's Bridget and Cooper? - Conor.

Conor. Sorry.

They're fine.

- Hey, you do your paper? - It's not due till 4.

- So, what's going on with the bar? - It's losing money.

Dad went into assisted living last year, so it all went to that.

What's Dave gonna do?

I don't know.

We'll figure it out.

I gotta get to work. I got clients waiting.

Yeah, you know, I should get to the airport too.

Ray and the kids will be worried about me.

Bye, Abby. See you next time.

- Paper. - On it.

Shot for the road?

You're good, sir.

- Do you need anything else? - I'm good. Get in.

All right.

Thanks for helping with Casey. He's still finding his way.

That is Mr. Liu.

Probably made every cell phone you've ever owned.

Now he wants to try his hand at running a movie studio.

- How's your brother doing? - Good.

Of course he is. He's a free man.

Who the fuck are you, anyway?

Chief of Staff for the Finney Organisation.

Yeah? How'd you get that?

I married his daughter.

Come with me.

- Candace, put Ray at the end of the hall. - Of course.

Oh, look who's here. Ray Donovan.

- Where's Father? - He said to push the meeting with Mr. Liu.

- Why? - I don't know, Paige.

The fuck you don't. What did you say to him?

- Nothing. - His phone is off. He's playing games.

Shall I let Mr. Liu know there's a delay?

I Will tell him.

You tell my father that we're having the meeting today regardless.

I'm sure he'll pick up when you call. Candace.

Trix the Rabbit. He's suave. He's sophisticated.

He's an international spy. You follow me here?

So now the rabbit, he's wearing a suit-- No, a tuxedo.

Yeah? He's got a martini glass in his hand, and he's...

He's chasing down this Russian terrorist.

And they're in Monte Carlo and it's over a high-stakes game of baccarat.

Hey, pal. How's it going?

I'm not feeling so good. It's a stomach thing.

All right. Where's Mom?

- She left. - What?

- I don't know. A vacation, I guess. - What are you talking about?

- She just left? - Yeah, she just left.

I better get back to the bathroom, Dad.

All right.

I'll call you later.

All right, we're good.

Are you sure these girls are coming?

Of course, I'm sure. Where's your confidence?

- Who are they? - I'm Dylan. That's Zach.

They're chill. Can we come in?

Dude, this is nice.

- I'm Eddie. - Hi.

I saw a guy get shot in that booth with a .22.

Holy shit. Really?

Everybody thought it was firecrackers.

He died.

Mike Nicollini.

Yeah, Dad dragged him out...

...and left him on the front stoop for the ambulance to pick up.

- When's the last time you saw Grandpa? - It's better I don't.

- I just make him mad. - Why?

Did your mom ever tell you that I lost my virginity to a cripple?

I wasn't in this chair when all that went down.

No, you were a beautiful fucking man.

You still are.

Come here.

All right, fucking break it up.

Where the hell are you?

- I'm in Boston. - Are you out of your fucking mind?

- What about the kids? - They can look after themselves.

I gotta meet Terry at the doctor's.

Get your ass home, Abby.

You get your ass home, you fucking hypocrite.

- Can we look around? - Just stay out of my parents' room.

Okay.

Yo, you gotta go.

Whatever.

Where's Madison?

- Who are you? - Tate.

What took you so long?

I feel like I'm at the fucking Bellagio. Ha-ha.

Mr. Donellen? Sorry to bother you.

Yes?

I talked to my morn and she signed off on the D.

What if I did extra credit to bring up my grade?

I don't know how it worked at your public school, but we don't do that here.

Why not?

That's it, guys.

You wanna bring up your grade?

Stop screwing around in my class. Show up and do the work.

What an asshole.

You should be nice to him because he's actually really tragic.

Why?

His wife died last year in a car crash.

She was decapitated, and he was driving.

You gotta tell me what you did.

- You won't quit with this, are you? - What do I owe you?

Fuck, Terry, come on.

- I made a deal to work for a guy. - Who?

Andrew Finney. You heard of him?

He pulled some-- Pulled some strings to get you out of there.

And what did you have to do in return?

Aha. Yeah, that's it, I just...

I don't really know yet exactly.

Well, that don't sound good.

It's not the end of the world, Terry.

Just another rich guy I'm on call for.

So he made you his servant?

I heard you ain't living at home.

- That's no good for you, Raymond. - I'm all right.

You're the only one of us with a chance of figuring this shit out.

- What shit? - Having a family.

Leaving something behind that's worth something.

You're the only one strong enough, and look at what you're doing.

I heard you were coming in.

You... You want me to stick around?

No, I want you to go home.

Did you get that in prison?

What were you thinking?

Armed robbery? Assault with a deadly weapon?

- What the fuck were you thinking? - I wanted to get us out of here.

I wanted to get the money.

You didn't tell me you were gonna do something stupid.

Because I knew you wouldn't want me to do it.

We had something.

I trusted you.

I know.

I left my husband.

You were supposed to leave your family...

...not get back involved with all the things that they do.

You chose your family over me, Terry.

Hello, Terry. Shall we get started?

No.

Ray, I need to speak to you for a moment.

Mr. Liu wants to see Spin Cycle, a game show on the lot.

- Tina Harvey won't leave her trailer. - Who's that?

She spins the wheel. I have to keep him entertained.

This is his favourite show. He misses it, he might get back on his jet.

You never know what drives these men to make these deals.

Look, um...

About the other day...

Well, I think we can both agree that it wasn't the best use of your time.

And this is?

It's my understanding that we bought your company...

...and your services in their entirety.

Candace?

Please, show Ray where Stage 12 is.

Thank you.

Yeah, I wanna talk about the rebates.

I thought we discussed this already.

Come on, baby. Whoo!

Oh, yeah, that's my daddy.

Man of the hour.

Have some champagne, Ter.

- Who's got the champagne? - I got it, Pop.

Fuck that.

- Give me whisky. - There he is.

- You know, this is where I met Ray. - Really?

I liked shitheads. This is where they hung out.

He was fucking fun, though.

Got us kicked out a bunch of times.

- For what? - Fighting.

Mostly with me.

Smashed pint glasses, the whole thing.

When you're young, you think that's love.

My boyfriend Phillipe gave me an STD.

Oh, fuck.

Fucking gave me gonorrhea.

I'm supposed to go to New York next semester. I can't tell my mom.

She'll say "I told you so"...

...for the rest of my life. - Welcome to my world.

Fuck me.

Look, it could be worse.

He could have got you knocked up.

You'd be raising a little version of that asshole for the rest of your life.

- He's not really an asshole. - He is an asshole.

- Fuck you, Dave. - Fuck you, Lauren.

- Fuck you, you alcoholic. - You've been in the bar for hours...

...getting drunk and I'm an alcoholic? - Dave. Enough.

Come on, let's get you home.

- I'm looking for Tina Harvey. - Drunk bitch headquarters, right there.

So I hear you don't feel like performing today.

No, I don't.

I know the feeling.

There you go.

I went to fucking Vanderbilt.

- Did you know that? - No.

My girlfriend and I, we went on this open audition...

...for a game show as a joke, and I got the part.

It's been 34 years.

I'm gonna die spinning that fucking wheel.

Must be exhausting for you.

Sandy, the host?

He has the IQ of a guinea pig.

He couldn't solve a single one of those puzzles.

But last night, I was invited by Mr. Liu...

...to a little dinner party, and he seemed to like me.

So, what do you want?

Well, if the new owner likes me, it's gotta be worth something, right?

I'm sick of being a prop.

They never let me talk.

And I want to talk.

- Americano, medium. - Sure.

- Here it is. - Appreciate it.

Thank you.

- Hi. - I've been working...

...on those proofs you gave us.

I finally figured out the linear approximations.

See you in class.

I think I deserve a modicum of leeway.

- Bridget-- - I'm having a hard time.

I'm sorry it's affecting my calculus, but I just transferred in...

...and my parents are at each other's throats and my boyfriend was murdered.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have told you that.

Got a medium Americano for Bridget.

Ray?

- Tommy. - Ray.

How are you, Tommy?

Avi told me you retired.

He did, huh?

- No, I'm working for the Finneys now. - You serious?

I just came from a meeting with fucking Casey.

Look, I know you've done some shit in your day...

...but how could you work for those people?

What's that supposed to mean?

Come on.

Honey, look who I found.

Hi, Ray.

- It's me, Chloe. - Yeah, I know. How are you, Chloe?

Ray, I wanna ask you something.

Have you ever been in the kind of love...

...that makes you realise your whole life is a lie?

No.

We're getting married.

For real this time, at the Bel-Air Hotel.

- Congratulations. - Yeah, well, here's the thing.

I've got this contract...

...with a bunch of quote-unquote "moral clauses"...

...and Casey says he'll sue me if I come out.

Everybody thinks this business is a bunch of radical liberals.

You fuck with the profit margin, they'll hang you from a tree like anywhere else.

- Tommy-- - I can't lie anymore, Ray.

Enough people have been hurt because I couldn't admit who I was.

You're serious.

I will walk away from this whole fucking business.

I don't care anymore.

I have to live my life.

I love Chloe.

And if Casey fucking Finney doesn't understand that...

...then I feel sorry for him.

All right, I'll talk to him.

Thank you, Ray.

Sure.

Cap 'n Crunch is fighting off these Drone Berries...

...that are blasting Earth from the dark side of the moon.

And who's sending them?

A sadistic robot butler hell-bent on revenge...

...after being decommissioned by the first moon colony.

- Is that awesome or what? - Absolutely.

- You excuse us for a minute? - Sure.

Where have you been?

Just bumped into Tommy Wheeler.

Good. I got a problem with him.

He wants to marry a woman who used to be a man.

- Yeah, I know. - He's one of our biggest assets, Ray.

- Puts you in a tough spot, huh? - Excuse me?

- Maybe you should back off. - Why the fuck would I do that?

You remember how we met, Casey?

Huh? You tied to a fucking chair.

Your friend lying in a pool of his own blood.

All because you thought it'd be a good idea...

...to squeeze extra money out of your dad.

Hmm.

- Come on, Terry, dance with us. - Yeah, come on, Terry. Get up.

- It's good for you. - I'm fine where I am.

Okay.

You don't wanna dance?

Okay, I got it.

Shaky leg?

Jade, come here.

Why don't you and Jade...?

Why don't you and Jade go have some fun together?

- Oh, yeah. - She's a world-class dick-sucker.

No, thanks.

All right.

Give us a second.

You see all this?

Girls? Mine.

Coke? Mine. Got something going.

- I'm not interested in working for you. - I don't want you working for me.

Lord knows it didn't work out last time. The point is, I'm flush now.

I want you to let me take care of you.

Jade.

This happens every day. It's not my problem.

Every day? We need to work on that.

Tina wants a chance to host the show.

Over my dead body.

I'm the host. I'm not gonna be held hostage by that bimbo.

She won't come out of her trailer unless you promise her...

...a chance to host the show. - Paige, who is this guy?

Debbie, you're up.

- Yes. - There, problem solved.

- That doesn't solve your problem. - No, it doesn't.

Mr. Liu asked specifically for Tina.

Let me make something clear to you.

Tina Harvey wears a tight dress, she spins a fucking wheel...

...and keeps her mouth shut. She's a pair of tits and an arm.

Who the hell do you think you a--?

I'll go get her.

Yo, you guys gotta go.

Relax, buddy. It's early.

Yo, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert, huh?

And what do you do in St. Louis, Roderick?

I go to college for economics and I'm also studying to be a pilot.

- Oh, a risk taker, then. - Yes, ma'am.

You know, I'm an aviator myself.

So when you get that licence and you go back to St. Louis...

...you have to promise me that you won't try flying under the Arch, okay?

All right, now that we've met our contestants...

...let's give away some money, shall we?

- Sandy, spin that wheel. - Spin that wheel.

You could have had me sued, but she's good.

Are you okay? A migraine?

You lie down. I'll take over with Mr. Liu.

Ray, will you take my wife back to the office, please?

- Sure. - Each round...

...we will spin the wheel and the contestants will choose a category.

And our categories for today are Presidential Politics...

- Hey! - What's going on?

- What happened? - What's going on?

- Hey, motherfucker, come downstairs! - What?!

- What the fuck, dude? - You're leaving, bitch.

Who you calling a bitch, bitch?

I'm calling you a bitch because you are a bitch. Bitch.

- Oh, my God. - Whoa, whoa, whoa. What the fuck?

Stop!

I'm calling 911, so you can either get out of my house...

...or you can explain yourselves to the police.

- Fucking psycho. - Come on.

Come on.

What's your real name?

That is my real name.

Come on.

I was born with green eyes.

All right, I believe you.

I like your dad a lot. He's crazy, but he's good to us.

Was he fun, growing up?

Well, you never knew what you were gonna get.

Who are they?

They're ex-girlfriends.

What was Frances like?

She was nothing like you.

I bet she couldn't suck dick like I can.

Jesus, kid, what happened in there? Did she swallow it whole?

Fucking asshole!

- Hey. - Uh...

Ladies, that's it. Party's over. Get your stuff. We're out of here.

Somebody get her.

Look, I know why you've been upset with me.

I did a terrible thing to you. Shouldn't have let you take all that heat.

No, no, but you did, because that's who you are.

And then you come around here with a bottle of champagne...

...and you want me to tell you everything is fine.

Well, it ain't.

Things are gonna get better. You just gotta trust it.

No, it's not, Mick.

You know, for me, it's gonna get a lot worse.

And you're gonna stick around for that?

You know, I started that business for you kids.

I wanna leave a legacy.

What, whores and coke?

Yeah.

And when the shakes get real bad, I promise not to go anywhere.

God, I got these fucking braces because I thought...

...they'd help the headaches, but they only make it worse.

There's a surgery, but I just haven't had any time.

You do know why my dad hired you, Ray?

No.

Because he doesn't wanna have to face the fucking things he's done.

It's time. We should convene in the conference room.

Oh, my God.

Mr. Finney asked that you be there as well.

- Hi, everybody. - I have a pitch.

- Cambodia. Casey--

A swift boat skims across the Saigon River...

...Tony the Tiger at the helm.

I have one for him. Trix the Rabbit, Cap'n Crunch--

- Casey, I'm not selling the studio. - Yes.

What? I have been on the phone for the past six months...

...with investment bankers, travelling back and forth from Shanghai.

- What are you talking about? - I've made up my mind.

Tell Mr. Liu the studio's off the table.

I need to talk to you first.

Now.

Fucking A.

Wait, wait. Do you think we can get Tommy Wheeler to play Cap'n Crunch?

I mean, it's gotta be worth a GLAAD award, right?

Right, Ray? Huh?

- You listen. - Tell him...

...to enjoy his New York whores.

Yeah, and I hope your New York whores enjoy your disease-ridden dick.

I really, really liked him.

Why was he such an asshole?

He was such an asshole.

Sweetheart, come here. Oh. Yeah.

Hello?

Don't say anything.

I won't, I promise.

- Thought you had a flight. - I missed it.

So you got my daughter drunk instead?

She was supposed to turn in her paper.

So what?

She doesn't have to be a fucking bookkeeper.

No, she doesn't.

But I don't want her depending on a man the rest of her life either.

Why don't you stay a few days?

Maybe it'd be good for the both of us.

Look at how tired you are.

Let me take care of you.

Come on. You can have your old room back.

I need you one more minute.

Bring Mr. Liu to the conference room.

- We're selling. - Are you sure?

Yeah, I heard Paige out. I see where this is going.

I'll get him.

You shut the door, Ray?

A good family business...

...is not the same thing as a good family, Mr. Donovan.

Paige has a plan to use the proceeds from the sale of the studio...

...to bring an NFL team to Los Angeles...

...and build the grandest stadium ever imagined.

- What do you want? - She no longer sees me as her father.

She sees me as an opponent, something in the way of her ascension.

- Can you imagine that? - No.

That's why, from this point on, as things get more complicated...

...remember that.

Remember that you work only for me.

He's here.

Ahh.

I'm sorry I put my name on your office.

You want me to take it down?

- What? - I can leave.

Stay at Pop's.

Oh. You...

You take the bed.

I don't sleep anymore anyway.

- Where were you? - Work.

Conor skipped school today.

Not that you care.

Yeah, well, your mother should have been here.

Are you getting a divorce?

I don't know.

- Are you in love with someone else? - No.

Look, you don't have to babysit us.

If you're happier gone, just get in your car and go to your apartment.

Hey.

Come here.

No.

Remember when we used to choreograph dance sequences...

...to "Like a Virgin" in here?

I remember sneaking out the window.

He's a dangerous fucking guy.

But you don't have to stay with him.

You can change things whenever the fuck you want, Abby.

Get some sleep.

It'll all look better in the morning.

- Yeah? - Can we meet?

- What's going on? - I wanna meet face-to-face.

I wanna explain a few things.

I can't meet with you, Paige.

My father is going to tell you lies about me...

...and he's going to ask you to do cruel things to me.

Do you even care about that?

I work for your father. I don't work for you.

Okay.

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