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Previously on Ray Donovan:

Parkinson's follows a predictable course.

Living alone isn't going to be your best option.

He's getting worse.

- I think he should move in here with us. - Okay.

Nice to have someone around to talk to.

- You got Ray. - No, I don't. You know that.

This is a cheque from the diocese for your settlement of $1 .4 million.

Put this somewhere safe, make sure you're all right.

I'm doing this for your own good, I swear.

They are going to come after us.

- Sometimes you gotta push back. - Hey, what is this?

Funny money?

- Armenian syndicate? - I wouldn't know an Armenian...

...from a Russian, from a fucking German shepherd.

I know what you're up to, selling coke and running girls.

Working with us is the only way your kids are coming out of this...

...with all your arms and legs still attached.

What if Daddy hadn't liked you? Would you have gone after him?

- Is there someone you like? - You're my student.

- We have to keep it to school. - You're hot for him.

- I feel connected to you. - We have things in common.

You miss your boyfriend and I miss my wife.

I love you, Teresa.

Will you marry me?

She's gonna be my wife.

- I'm gonna need my settlement money. - I'm not signing that over...

...so you can give it to somebody you just met.

Maybe he'd act more grown-up if you didn't treat him like a baby.

- Mind your business. - We're in love.

You better get used to me.

What else?

Well, yesterday I met a man...

...brown hair, short...

...uh, seems to be in charge of running numbers.

Got a name?

Matter of fact, I do.

They called him Toozik.

Toozik.

Aren't you gonna write that?

Toozik is a common Armenian nickname, Mr. Donovan, like buster or dude.

Well, that's it. That's what I got for you.

Sit down.

What the hell's going on?

Mr. Donovan, this is Alan Freedman from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

And these men are from the Metro Task Force on human trafficking.

- Oh, yeah? - We're organising a sting.

Minassian's Russian counterpart's in town, brought a shipment.

- What kind of shipment? - Girls.

Understand? We'll supply you with the money.

Take out your phone. You're gonna schedule a meet with Mrs. Minassian.

- No. - Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow's no good for me. - Think tomorrow's good...

...for the 14 Uzbek girls sitting in cargo to Long Beach?

My youngest is getting married.

Think they're looking forward to being locked up...

...being raped 10 times a day?

Okay, I think we're missing each other here.

This stuff, hey, it's not what I do.

It's exactly what you do. You're a piece of shit pimp, aren't you?

May I jump in here? Mr. Donovan...

...U.S. Attorney's Office is concerned with Mr. Belikov.

You're in a position to obtain the evidence we need...

...to finally hit him with real charges.

I'm not-- I'm not in any kind of position.

Me and Minassian, we're not on the best of terms.

Then after Detective Muncie releases you...

...I promise full extent of the government's protections.

Protection?

What are we talking about here?

I was just trying to be of help.

You're not here out of the kindness of your heart.

You're here because we've got enough to put you in Lompoc for 10 years.

Take out your phone.

Excuse me, everyone, um...

...it's such a pleasure to have so many new faces here tonight...

...in our home...

...and we're so happy for both of you.

And we know that this is a start of a beautiful family...

...with lots of beautiful children.

Mm-hm. - All right, slow down.

Always bless your food.

- Yeah. - This one...

- Ray? - What?

Fucking say something.

You're the best man.

Uh...

Bunchy, I love you. You're my brother.

Uh...

It's been...

...you know, uh...

...a short engagement, but we're all very happy for you.

What the fuck's going on with you?

What do you think of Teresa?

I like her.

I think she's a badass.

Ray...

...she loves Bunchy.

Look at her with him.

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Ray-

- You still up? - Yeah.

Yeah?

That was fun, huh?

- What's that? - What was that?

Goddamn you! Ahh!

Shit.

Let me out!

I gotta get out!

Fuck!

- What are you doing? - Gotta get out!

- Hey! - Fucking gotta get out!

Hey! Terry.

- What happened? - You were sleeping.

You all right?

Oh....

- All right. - Jesus.

Can you get out please? Oh, Jesus Christ.

Go grab some clean sheets.

Terry, you're fine. You had too much to drink at the party.

You're fine. Listen, let me do that.

Come here.

You're all right, Terry.

You're all right.

Come here.

It's all right.

Just breathe.

Iris, where are you with the Finney vetting? The NFL's getting impatient.

I'm getting hung up on this minority stakeholder, Varick Strauss.

- Why? - Guy won't respond to any phone calls...

...or e-mails, supposedly on vacation in Belize.

If he is, he's using cash.

- The NFL's up my ass. - If you want to sign off on it, fine.

- I'm going on record I can't find him. - Shit.

All right. Stick what's-his-name on it. That's what he used to do.

His cubicle smells like Lubriderm.

Come on, the NFL loves guys with his kind of background.

I need extra eyes on some prospective NFL owners.

I'll send over the materials.

Teresa's family came back clean, just a couple dings on the wrestling troop.

Yeah, in Dallas, they stayed at a Super 8 motel for a couple of months.

They slipped out on the bill.

Albuquerque, they got some money off some locals...

...told them they would be investors on a show that never happened.

- So, they're a crew? - No, I wouldn't say that.

Just small-time stuff.

- What about Teresa? - Ray, I checked.

There is nothing on her.

Check again.

Can I just say what I think you're doing is fucked up?

You can say whatever the hell you want. He's still my brother.

Am I early?

- You know this is a stupid idea, right? - Maybe.

First, a bar for your wife.

Now you're gonna give your short-bus brother 1.4 mil?

If I'd known you're gonna throw this away, I would've embezzled it.

- He's getting married, Harriet. - Makes him Warren Buffet?

No, but he's still my--

May I suggest that we treat this as an experiment...

...and revisit the topic in a couple of months or years?

Will you just look into it for me?

- Fine. - Thank you.

What?

I think I fucking like you.

I think you like fucking me. Ha-ha-ha.

So, what's the difference?

I need a ride to Burbank.

No, Chelle, forget that.

Take the day off. Stay with me.

With what money, motherfucker?

- So, Daryll's DJ'ing tonight. - So?

So I saw his playlist.

What? What's wrong with it?

A lot of KC and the Sunshine Band.

He did grow up in Palm Springs. What the fuck do you expect?

All right, we need four cases of Tecate.

Look, all I'm saying is...

...the only black artist I saw was Seal.

"I've Been Kissed by the Rose."

Isn't that just sad?

I hope you're not driving.

He's got Parkinson's, you fucking cunt.

It's good to have a Southie bitch on your side.

It's good to have an opportunity to be one.

Where the fuck are you, Mickey?

Gold-chain-wearing, saggy-toothed motherfucker. Unbelievable.

- What's the deal? We shutting it down? - Fuck, no.

Oh.

Forgot this. This is what we got on the missing fella.

Thank you. Iris, I just...

I just wanna thank you for this.

It's a good opportunity, and--

Now, come on, Iris, we're gonna miss our reservation.

You didn't wanna come with us, did you?

Oh....

You are a worthwhile human being.

You have a healthy attitude towards sex.

You are a beautiful--

You are a flawed man.

Yeah, baby, that's cool. Yeah, that price I told you was just for me...

...but you want me to bring a friend, it's gonna be double. All right?

It's open.

Nice place Mick's got here.

Come with the hookers?

There's a guy getting a blowjob in the parking lot.

Jesus. Really?

Hey, you think this is a little long in the legs?

They're perfect, Bunch.

How you feeling?

I don't know.

I thought I was gonna be more nervous, but the truth is...

...I kind of can't believe I get to see her every day for the rest of my life.

Bunch, we gotta talk about something.

- What's up? - Well, normally a father would do this...

...but we both know that's not gonna happen, so...

Okay.

What is it?

Uh...

Marriage is a very long time, Bunch.

I know that, Ray.

And you've known this girl, what, like a month?

So?

Well, I just wanna make sure she's someone you can trust.

Well, she is.

- Yeah? - Mm-hm.

Well, this crew she runs with...

...they're up to some shady shit.

- How do you know? - Look, Bunch, I didn't--

What did you do, Ray?

What did you do?

I ran a background check on them.

Of course you did.

I ran a background check on them. I want you to go in with your eyes open.

Bullshit.

It's not about her. It's about you.

You can't stand that I might make...

...a fucking decision by myself. - Bunchy, I--

Mickey Donovan? Police. Open up.

What the fuck's going on?

- Back, back, back. - Get on the ground!

- Get down! - Hands up!

- Put your hands up! - On your head.

- Which one is Brendan Donovan? - Don't say anything.

- Don't move. - Mr. Donovan? I'm gonna ask you once...

...then I'm gonna charge you. Where's your father?

I don't know.

- Bring him in. - Oh, please.

- What are the charges? - You have...

- My wedding day. - What are you charging him with?

Relax. What are the fucking charges?

- Stay back or you're going too! - Bunch, don't say anything, all right?

- Yeah? - Ray Donovan?

Racketeering and prostitution?

- My brother's not a pimp. - Sure he is.

- Bullshit. - As long as I've been...

...handling your father, Brendan's been working for him.

I've got him on 17 counts of pimping and pandering.

That's seven years with good behaviour, if I charge him.

You wanna use him to go after my father.

- What if I can find him? - How are you gonna do that?

If I find and bring him, let my brother go?

You wanna trade your brother for your dad?

Any day of the fucking week.

Okay, Mr. Donovan...

...bring your father in, I'll let the groom go.

Can I talk to him first?

Two minutes, then you're on your way.

You're pimping for Mick?

Selling drugs?

You know how much time you get?

Go fuck yourself, Ray.

- Leave me alone. - Leave you alone?

You mean leave you in jail. That's what you mean, right?

- I'll handle it. - What the fuck were you thinking, huh?

I wanna know what was going through your fucking head...

...when you decided to run prostitutes and sell drugs for Mickey.

- I needed a job. - You needed a job? Oh, that's...

Well, that makes sense. You needed a job. Of course.

How about fucking Pizza Hut, Bunch? Huh?

You can't trust him. When are you gonna figure that out?

I'm not in here because of Mickey.

- No? - I'm in here because of you.

- Oh, give me a fucking break. - Because you hold...

...my money over my head...

...and make me feel like a piece of shit for asking for it.

- That's what this is about, your money? - Why don't you be a man?

- Be a man and say it to my face. - Say what?

- You think I'm a child. - You are a child, Bunch. Look at you.

Like some kind of cripple, like a little kid. It's my fucking money, Ray.

Who cares about your fucking money? Seriously?

Who gives a fuck about your fucking money right now?

Can you get me out of here?

I'm gonna try.

I don't want Teresa to leave me.

Come in.

Did anyone follow you?

No.

Why are you acting so weird?

I got what was in the freezer and the mattress.

That's good. This is good.

Where are you going?

I'm not sure exactly.

South of the border somewhere.

Aruba, maybe.

When are you coming back?

I, uh...

I'm really not sure yet.

Will you bring me a present?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Here. Here, I got something for you right now.

- Isn't that cute? - What am I supposed to do with this?

It's something for you to remember me by.

All right.

See you in the next life.

You really gotta go?

Yeah.

You've been good to us, all things considered.

Thanks.

- It's been nice knowing you, Mick. - Thank you.

- I want you to quit. - What?

I want you to quit.

Quit what?

This, the whole-- You know, the hooker thing.

- Uh-huh. - No. Come on, Michelle. I'm serious.

Look, I got things in the works. I got enough dough for the both of us.

No, thanks.

Okay, so you're trying to tell me that you enjoyed that?

You enjoy your job?

- Look, Bunchy, he's getting married-- - You don't wanna bring a hooker...

...to a church, is that it? - No, babe, that's not what I'm saying.

Daryll...

...I like you...

...and I can like you and like making money.

I have the ability to do both.

You got Mickey Donovan. Leave a message.

Your son's in prison. Call me back, you prick.

Who are you?

We're friends of Mickey's.

Where is he?

He said we could have whatever we want.

I don't care.

Where is he?

- He moved. - Audrey.

Where'd he move to?

He left this morning...

...with about 10,000 bucks and a passport.

That's all I know.

Come on, baby.

- You know my brother Bunchy? - A little.

I know Daryll better.

Man, I could live downtown--

- Sugar Ray. - Where are you?

You know, out and about. Be at the church in 20 minutes.

I'll meet you there.

Damn.

That was pathetic.

- It's your turn. - I'll go in a minute.

Come on, don't start.

Are you worried somebody's gonna see us?

Yes, because they might get the wrong idea.

I don't know why you insist there's nothing there.

I'm not gonna tell anybody.

There's nothing to tell.

But you wanna take oxy and go bowling with me?

Yes.

And that's all I want.

So we're just drug buddies, then?

I guess.

Bridget, don't.

Oh. Thank God. Tell Brendan we're in the back.

He's not here.

Where is he? We need him for the photos.

Why aren't you with him?

- Looks like he's gonna miss the photos. - Excuse me? Is something wrong?

No, he's just...

Everything's fine. He'll be here.

Okay.

I guess we can do the photos after, then.

Cheer up.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- Hey, Ray. - I gotta talk to you.

Okay. Hey, babe, I'll catch up.

- What's up? - Where the fuck is Mick?

- I don't know. - Bullshit.

Look, I said I don't know, Ray.

They raided his house, took Bunchy to jail, you know that?

- Huh? - Took Bunchy? Why?

You know why. You're his fucking partner, aren't you?

- Ray, let's not do this here. - Do what?

You know your partner's ratting to L.A.P.D.? Know about that?

What?

You got one shot to get this right, Daryll.

Don't you fuck it up.

Who's he ratting on?

It's the Minassians.

Armenian mafia.

Mickey's been getting money from them for a while.

Jesus Christ.

Ray, if he skipped out on the cops, man, he's already gone.

What are we gonna do?

Where are you going?

Hi.

Welcome to the Octopus Inn. No vacancies.

That's all right, I'm looking for a guy who might be staying here.

Might have been with a lady and a little girl? Name's Mickey Donovan.

Sorry, your friend's staying someplace else.

Could've used a different name.

Old guy, tall, grey hair, would've checked in this morning.

I didn't work this morning.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

No, that's all right.

Hello.

Get up. You're coming with me.

- Where? - You know where.

Muncie?

I'm not going, Ray. I'm not missing another one of my sons' weddings.

There's not gonna be a wedding, Mick.

She arrested Bunchy, gonna charge him with racketeering and prostitution...

...if I don't bring you in.

She did that? That bitch.

What were you thinking, Mick? Huh?

Slip in the back door of that chapel, then what?

Mexico? Nicaragua?

What?

I go in there, what they want me to do, I'm fucking dead.

Move out of my way.

Gonna leave your son in prison?

- You can get him out. - No, I can't.

Sure you can. You did it with Terry. It's what you do.

I can't get him out unless I bring you in, Mick.

Move out of my way.

Yeah, sure.

Go ahead, Mick.

Do what you always do.

Make a run for it.

Let's go.

Give it to me.

Tell me you didn't take any more of these.

You don't have to worry about me.

Don't answer that.

Hi, Mom.

Where the hell are you?

Admit you're attracted to me.

I am not gonna tell you that.

Bridget? Are you there?

Say it.

ABBY; What's going on? Where are you?

I am attracted to you.

Sorry, Mom, I'm at school.

Lost track of time. Can you pick me up?

Thirty minutes.

- Do you mind? - No, sure.

Here.

Look at you.

- So? - You look hot.

Brendan in there for you.

Thanks.

You gotta stop working for Mick.

Take a left on Figueroa.

He's doing dangerous shit.

Promise me, Bunch.

I know it's dangerous...

...and I know if you give me the money...

...Teresa could take it from me, or I could lose it.

So give it to me or don't, but you're not gonna tell me what to do anymore.

Are you kidding me?

- We're gonna be late. - We'll be fine.

You fucking high?

- Are you fucking retarded? - Bridget.

Put that on.

She may not even let me in there.

They may shoot me on sight.

I want this on record that I warned you.

Oh, shit.

- Where's the camera? - Best if you don't know.

If you mess with it, they might notice.

Yeah, and kill me before you get what you need.

Wow, you look beautiful.

Where the fuck have you been?

I'm sorry I worried you.

Oh....

Look at your fucking socks.

I knew you'd forget.

Got you an extra pair.

Now, get your head on straight.

- I need a minute, okay? - Sure.

Mr. Donovan.

You are very brave to come back here.

I wanna say I'm sorry...

...and that I think the actions you took, uh, were fair.

Can I...?

I had a good month.

Very good month, I see.

Half of that is your-- Is your cut...

...and the other half is for some goods that I heard you might be trying to move.

Is that so?

Yeah. I had a-- I had a good month.

Looking to expand, having girls that can't leave makes sense.

And who did you hear about these girls from?

Well, I...

I hate to break it to you, Mrs. Minassian, but your boys...

...don't exactly follow the code of silence.

Look, if it's not true, okay. I'll just spend a couple of afternoons...

...scouting the strip clubs like everyone else.

Prices at the bottom.

Ivan's girls...

...highest quality.

They're quite something.

Whoever eats of the bread...

...and drinks of the cup in an unworthy manner...

...will be guilty of the body and blood...

...of the Lord.

But let a man examine himself...

...and so let him eat of the bread...

...and drink of the cup.

We can't take Communion.

It's a fucking cracker.

Where's Mickey?

Should I text him?

And who did you...

...hear about these girls from?

Well, I hate to break it to you...

...Mrs. Minassian, but your boys...

...don't exactly follow the code of silence.

My sister, my brother...

...you have given your consent before God and before the church.

What God has joined together...

...let no one ever separate.

Amen.

May the Lord bless these rings in the name of the Father...

...the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

I now pronounce you...

...husband and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen, have your attention?

Welcome to the after-party...

...and again, congratulations to my brother and his beautiful wife.

Let's hear it for them.

Let's hear it.

Okay, we're gonna get things started off right.

I also want you to give it up for the best man.

Ray?

Hello, again. Uh...

I remember this one time when we were kids...

...Bunchy was running around outside and he tripped and hit his head...

...on this nail that was sticking out. He stumbles over to me and Terry...

...blood everywhere, big gash on his forehead...

...and Mom wasn't home...

...so we had to pick you up, Bunch, and run you--

Run you to the doctor, which was pretty far.

Uh, Bunch was a chunky kid.

So, uh...

Anyway...

...we never did get ahold of Morn...

...so we just sat with you there all day.

And one of the nurses from the hospital there...

...she called me your little protector...

...because when you cried out when you were getting the stitches...

...I yelled at the doctor, uh, "You're killing him, you bastard."

Maybe I got carried away.

Sometimes I do.

Bunch, you're always gonna be my kid brother...

...but that doesn't mean I'm always gonna be right.

I realise now how much Teresa cares about you...

...how strong she is.

She's a fighter, Bunch, and I think everybody here can vouch for that.

It just feels right looking at the two of you together...

...because I know you're gonna protect each other.

To your happiness.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Think about that.

Yeah, go for it.

- I knew it. Ha-ha. - Right? Called him a bastard.

You all right?

I didn't know you remembered that stuff.

Of course, I do.

I love you, Bunch.

I love you, Ray.

I got something for you.

It's not your wedding present.

- No? - No.

- What'd you get me? - A standing mixer.

- What the fuck is that? - I don't know, some kitchen shit.

Abby picked it out.

Thank you, Ray.

Congratulations.

It's time for the first dance, you guys...

...so I need everyone to clear the floor for the bride and groom.

How'd it go?

I'm fucked.

They made me wear a wire. In three days...

...I'm supposed to buy sex slaves off a cargo container in San Pedro.

They know my face, Ray.

They're gonna kill me.

Have you considered suicide?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

Can you help me?

What?

I need help.

Please.

Go say congratulations to your son.

This is my slow jam.

What the fuck is going on with Bridg?

Is she on drugs?

Could be.

Bunchy got bad into that around her age.

Shit. Should I say something to Ray?

I'll keep an eye on her.

Thanks.

This song's not that bad.

- Come on. - Oh, please.

- No. - No, thanks.

Terry, you don't say "no thanks" when a pretty lady asks you to dance.

Hey.

Hey, son.

Hey, Pop.

- Look, I just wanna tell you-- Mick...

...I'm feeling really good right now.

Don't ruin my night, okay?

Sure, kid.

I just wanted to say congratulations, and she's a hell of a lucky girl.

Thanks.

Look at that.

I wish Mom could've seen this.

I know, son.

You need help cleaning up?

No, we got it.

All right, then.

Lena, I want you to look into somebody for me.

Last name's Minassian.

Hah.

Fuck me.

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