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Previously On Ray Donovan

This is Debbie Gerson from Paramount.
I'm trying to reach Mickey Donovan.

They say write about what you know.
I know two things.

Robbing banks
and fucking black chicks.

Let's see where that goes.

Re-Kon. Heh. You know how long
I've been trying to sign this guy.

And his little protégé
is gonna be the black Justin Bieber.

Cookie.
Boy, I loved the way you sang.

Thanks for these.
You're supposed to be studying.

We're celebrating. Cookie's back.

Back from where, fool?
Prison?

You work with Lee Drexler, right?
Tell that nigga he owes me a call.

I'm gonna keep seeing him.
You can't stop me.

He's got some dangerous friends.
It's not your world.

Sully didn't die the way
the FBI said he did.

I can't finish my book
until I know what really happened.

You were right.
I've been lying to you.

My father and I have been
working with the FBI.

What about Sully's girlfriend?
Do you know where she is?

We're not gonna allow Mr. Donovan--
She's in witness protection.

Claudette, my one true love.

She's married now. She lives in
Palm Springs with a big producer, Alan.

He's good to you?
Yes, he is.

This woman's body was found.
Did you fuck her, Mick?

Yeah. But I didn't kill her. Sully did.

You're not going anywhere.
And you're not selling that gym either.

That's not a boxing gym.
That's a Laundromat.

- That's how he cleans up all his cash.
- You lied to me.

You made me
a criminal just like you.

- We got the house.
- I'm glad you're happy.

But you can't afford the house.
I want that house, Harriet.

I've only had sex with one person
in the last 20 years.

- How much do we like each other?
- A lot. Heh, heh.

Mom came home at 2 a.m.
last night.

Yes?
You know anything?

Boss, I don't want to do this.
You don't get to tell me what you want.

Do you know anything or not?

Boss--
You wanna keep your job?

No.
Yeah, you do.

Just do it, Av.

Hi.
Hi.

Wanna go up to the room now?

Let's get some breakfast.

Okay.

So how was your honeymoon?
Lanai was fine, Ezra.

Until I got back and found out
my partner spent the entire time

raising money
for a dead woman's hospital.

A dead woman?
Ruth was the love of my life.

I thought we were a law firm,
not a fucking construction company.

You're getting too old for this, Ezra.

Morning, counsellor.

Yeah.
Cookie Brown is here at my house.

Calm down, Lee.
They're gonna kill me.

If they were gonna kill you,
you'd be dead.

I'm on my way.

Yo.
Terry.

We got to talk.
I'm done talking to you, Ray.

Harriet here.
Did you get it done?

You just told me
to do this last night.

I need it today.

How am I supposed to do good fucking
work under these conditions, Ray?

What if I wanted to give the gym
to my brother?

Not the way we set it up, you hear me?
We could all go to jail.

You okay?

I'm fine, Daddy.

You need anything?

No.

I love you, sweetheart.

You too, Daddy.

Sorry. I'm really nervous.

Usually we meet up
in the room and fuck.

Are you breaking up with me?

No, I'm not breaking up with you.

I just need to know
if you're serious about this.

If you're all in.

I have a family. It's complicated.

I can't tell you if I'm all in or not.

I think I'm in love with you.

That's got to be enough.
Take it or leave it.

I'll take it.

Get in, shorty.

Hey.

Fat black ass.

Family member?

What's my son paying you to do this?

Why don't you shut the fuck up.

You know what?

I'm gonna call a parole office.
Report your ass.

I'll violate you so fast.

Go ahead. Call my office.
Report the dope yourself.

That's from Shorty across the hall.
Mm-hm.

This is Mickey Donovan.

I just told a great producer your pitch
and he wants to hear it from you.

Who's that?
Jerry Weiss.

He's one of the most important
producers in Hollywood, Mickey.

Jerry wants us to come to his house.
He's having a party.

Paramount Pictures.

I need you here
to go over the pitch before we go.

I'll be right there.
You ain't going nowhere.

Debbie, we have a problem.
You're gonna have to come to me.

Dick.

Hey, this is Abby Donovan.

I can't answer your call.
Please leave a message.

Hey.

Did you read the article?
Yeah.

Did you like it?
Yeah.

Why didn't you call me?
Sorry. I've been busy.

Do you miss me?

Yeah.
You still wanna fuck me?

Of course.
"Of course"?

You know what, Ray?
Call me when you give a fuck.

- Do you remember me?
- Mrs. Shaughnessy, come in.

I read your article this morning.

You never mentioned
my daughter Catherine.

You just forgot her
like everybody else.

I didn't forget.
What did you find about my daughter?

You should call the FBI.

I have called the FBI
100 fucking times! They lie to me!

I need to know what happened to her.

I think she's in witness protection.

Where did you hear that?

I can't name my source.
That's a fucking lie.

We had a deal.

If she went into witness protection,

she was gonna send me a postcard.
She never did.

No, missy, she's dead.

Asking if you were all in,

that was wrong.

You think so?

I do.

I think it's sexy.

No, you don't.
Yes, I do.

I really, really do.

The kid has a contract with Re-Kon.
It's binding. End of story.

Hey, hey. Ain't no need to be
getting all upset and shit.

Let's just keep it respectable.
Respectable? You break into my house!

Y'all want some coffee?
Stop offering people shit!

- This is a home invasion.
- This ain't no home invasion.

If you called me back,
I wouldn't be here.

Ray Donovan.
What's happening, fool?

Put that away.
This?

Conversation piece is all.
Put it away.

You gonna take it from me, Ray.

Heh. You're no fun.

Get rid of him.

Y'all heard the man. Fall back.

What do you want, Cookie?

Five years ago,
before I went to Folsom,

I gave Re-Kon the money
to start his label, $30,000.

You had an oral agreement.
No contract.

You do know what "contract" means,
Mr. Straight-Out-Of-Compton?

My money, my sweat,

my risk, on these
motherfucking streets is my contract.

You didn't answer my question.

If I wanted to, I can come over here
and take all of Re-Kon's shit. But I won't.

I just want the kid.

Look, why don't we just call Pie-Ken's
ho ass up here and sort all this out.

Re-Kon's not coming over.
You deal with me.

Nothing happens
until you get out of this house.

Let's bounce.

You heard him. Get the fuck out.

What the fuck is that on your neck?

What is that Frankenstein shit?
Did you get a face lift?

Nope. I, uh,
cut myself shaving.

This nigga got a face lift. Let me see.
Cookie.

Time to go.

How long is this going to take?

A few hours.

All right, nigga.

Get Re-Kon over here now.

Oh...

Mm.

What?

When we fuck,

you always do it different.

What does that mean?

You don't just get off on me.

You always do different stuff.

Is that a problem?

No. It's good.

Good.

Oh, shit.

What is it?
I gotta call my daughter.

Hey, honey. Where are you?

I'm home, Mama. Where are you?

I'm running errands.

What's wrong?
I don't feel so good.

Oh, no.

I'll come home now.

No. You don't have to
come back home.

I'm just gonna go back to sleep.
Are you sure?

Yeah, Mama. I'm sure.

Okay, honey.
I'll see you in a few hours.

Okay.

I have kids.
Does that bother you?

No.

I like kids.
Liar.

I do.

Hey.

Here you go.

She's fucking somebody else.

I can't tell him.
You have to tell him.

No. Out of the question.

Come on. You never fucked
a married woman?

No.
You know I have.

Why do you care? She has every right.
Ray's been fucking around for years.

I can't tell him.
Well, if you don't tell him, I will.

I'll kill the cop instead.

The kid is mine.
His mama signed the papers.

Did you take Cookie's money or not?
Fuck the money.

It's about the kid.

Doesn't matter, Re-Kon.
He's my son.

I did every single thing
you asked me to do.

I put him in school. I got him
a private tutor. Kept him off drugs.

All right. He smokes a little weed.
Every kid in the world smokes weed.

Why are we talking about this?

Cookie has no written contract.
We're keeping the kid. End of story.

How are you gonna protect him?
Restraining order?

We're talking about Cookie Brown.
What'd he go away for, Re-Kon?

You work for me. Do what I tell you.
And you work for me.

Ray's right.

It's some street shit.

Love that little nigga.

Cookie's gonna fuck his head up.

I'll talk to him.
Try to make sure Marvin's okay.

What are you doing, Ray?

That kid's worth millions.

You don't fuck
with Cookie Brown, Lee.

Oh, yeah?
You don't fuck with Lee Drexler.

Don't put any ideas in Re-Kon's head.
He's gotta do this.

What the fuck is with Ezra?
His brain tumour back?

You didn't know
I knew about that, huh?

Debbie Gerson, Paramount Pictures.
I'm looking for Mickey Donovan.

I'm Ronald Keith,
Mickey's parole officer.

He's not going anywhere
unless I say so.

Wow. You're tough.

So you really signed Mickey
Donovan to a movie contract?

Yes.

You ever consult on anything?

Consult? How?

Like on a film set.

You got a card?
Mickey Donovan ain't going nowhere.

Two-fifty an hour. Unless you give us
ideas. Then it's a whole other thing.

Oh, girl. Come on.
No, I'm serious.

We use guys like you all the time.
You got a card?

You met, huh?

He made a deal.
You're going to the party.

Hi.

I'm getting dressed.
You want to step out.

Did you get the loan?
Yeah, I got it.

But I hate
the fucking interest rate.

I can do better if you just give me--
This one's fine.

Hey. Your brother sent back
his pay cheques.

He comes out of the bank. A
dozen cops are shooting at him.

Jumps in the car.

Drives to Roxbury.

There's a black Cadillac
parked behind the projects.

He throws the bag
with the cash in the trunk.

Finds his girl.

Kisses his baby boy goodbye.

Gives her the keys to the car.

When he comes out, the cops
are waiting for him. He's fucked.

They cuff him. Take him away.

His girl gets in the black Cadillac
with his baby.

Drives west toward California.

The end.

That's great. Heh.

That's beautiful, Mick.

We're gonna make
three pictures together.

We'll go to Cannes in May
and sell your life rights.

You know why I like this story?

It's about real men.

Paul Newman.
Steve McQueen. Mitchum.

They drank, they fucked, like us.

Not these fucking
teenage superheroes.

These boys on screen today couldn’t
find a clit in a forest of clits.

Mick, you with me?

Oh, yeah, 100 percent.
Heh, heh, heh.

What are you doing here?
Look, Terry, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have lied to you.

You make a good living here.
You're happy. What's the difference?

You gonna stop using this place
as a front or not?

I can't.
Then get the fuck out.

All right. This place
is closing early today.

Everybody out.

Everybody out!

You gonna be home later?

What's that supposed to mean?
I got something for you to sign.

Bridg.

I got that soup you like.

- Hello.
- Where the hell are you?

I'm out with Marvin.

What's that noise
in the background?

It's music. We're at the studio.
We're recording.

No, you're not.
You're gonna come home right now.

No. I'm staying here.

I'm doing something with somebody
I love. Why can't you understand?

Bridg. Honey.

Let's run it from the top.

We're not waiting on Re-Kon?
No. I got this.

And turn my headphones on.

Cut it. Damn.

Wait. Why'd you stop?

Something ain't right.

It sounded beautiful.
Where'd you find the song?

My mama used to sing it to me.

I like it.

Come here.

What will you have?

You know a guy named Kenneth Benson?
They called him Tiny.

He went out to L.A. I'd like to speak
with anyone who knew him.

You want a drink or not?

Scotch. On the rocks.

- What do you got, Avi?
- I think you should leave this alone.

Just show me
what you fucking have.

I got this from a guy
in Internal Affairs.

This guy Jim, he's in homicide.

Did his patrol work in the 77th division.
He was a finalist for a medal of valour.

He's a good cop.

Where are the pictures?
Uh--

Right there in the folder.

The other pictures.

No, boss.

No other pictures.

Get the fuck away from me.

Ray.

I'm sorry, boss.

Hey.

This a bad time?

No.

Thanks, Lena.

All right, come on.

Got some emotional motherfuckers
working for you.

I know you're probably thinking
I'm some type of pimp.

Coming after Re-Kon
because he's a bitch.

But I ain't here for no pay cheque.

Nobody pays to keep me in check.

I want equity.

I spoke to Re-Kon and Lee.

You got the kid.
When are you gonna take him?

Take him?
There's gonna be hard feelings.

I think you ought to get him out of L.A.
Who gives a fuck about hard feelings?

Oh. Heh, heh. Motherfucker.

You wanna keep the kid
away from baby girl, huh?

I get that.
Like I said, I'm a father too.

I get you, Ray Donovan.

And no problem. South Beach it is.

I got you the deal, Cookie.

Now get the fuck out of here.

Back in the day,
we only had one rule.

You never rob from each other.

- You always rob from the Jews.
- Heh, heh, heh.

- Any of you Jewish?
- Heh, heh, heh.

No. There's no Jews here.

So, Mick, what would you steal
from my place?

I would, um, take your cash.

Then I'd find your safe.

And I'd crack it.
You do got a safe, Jerry.

Mm-hm.
Upstairs behind the Monet.

I wouldn't take your fucking art.
Too hard to fence.

Mm.

I'd take your cash and, uh...

Yeah. Stuff like this.
You know how much those are worth?

Fifty bucks. All melted down.
Three thousand.

Per place setting.

Whoa.

My fingers are itching.
Heh, heh, heh.

Hey, Jerry. You old fuck.
Sorry I'm late-

Come on.
I want you to meet someone.

Mick?

Alan.
What are you doing here?

- He's my guest, Alan.
- Your guest?

He's the biggest piece of shit
con artist in the whole world.

He's my guest, Alan.

I'm working with him so take it easy.
Ah.

Yeah. Take it easy, Alan.

Yeah.

Ray Donovan.
It's done.

When are you gonna hand him over?
Give me a chance to say goodbye.

The sooner, the better.

You think that you can
come into this town

and hustle these people,
friends of mine?

You're out
of your fucking mind, Mick.

Who's the girl, Alan?
Friend.

I guess we both
like to fuck black chicks.

Oh, I don't fuck Claudette.

I make love to her.

You got her while I was in the joint.

But I'm out now.

Oh, shit.
Can you hold this for me?

Mick. Mick. Mick.
That's enough.

That's enough.

We're just talking here.
You need to leave.

Just a little love tap is all.
Right, Alan?

Okay. All right, Mick. It's time to go.

What the fuck was that about?
He's an asshole.

Catherine Shaughnessy isn't in
witness protection, is she, Ray?

You lied to me, didn't you?

What else isn't true about the
story you sold me? All of it?

Part of it?

Say something.

Let it go, Kate.
Let it go?

Who do you think you're talking to,
some L.A. piece of shit starlet?

You got your story.

If this story isn't true,
then I am destroyed, Ray.

Don't you understand that?
My reputation is on the line.

It's all I have.
Don't you fucking get that?

I have to go.

I figured we'd meet
one of these days.

You need to stop seeing my wife.

That's up to her.
No, it's not.

You know I'm a cop.
I don't give a fuck.

GO ahead.
Pull the fucking trigger.

That thing with Alan,
don't worry about it. We had fun.

Jerry gets it. He knows who I am.

You don't know what's
going to happen, do you?

Nothing's gonna happen, girlie.

Don't be so dramatic.

It's Jerry.

Hon?
Yeah, Jerry?

Put me On the speaker.
You're on.

Mickey?
Yeah.

You're a great guy. I love you.

But we got a problem.

Alan?
Alan.

Sorry, Debra,
but I can't make this movie.

So, what?

He won't do it, we'll get someone else.
No one will fucking touch it now.

You went to his house.

What would I have seen
if I had taken pictures of you, Ray?

How many fucking women
would there be?

I need you to sign these papers.

What are they?
Loan papers for the new house.

I don't want it anymore.
Yes, you do.

Don't you get it?

I never wanted
that fucking house.

All I ever wanted
was for you to look at me.

But you can't. You can't look at me.
You can't talk to me.

You can't share your pain with me.
Share my pain?

What fucking good is that gonna do
you or anyone else in this house?

Sign the papers.

It's too late, Ray.
Sign the fucking papers.

All right. Fuck you.

Fuck.

Christ. Abby--
Leave me alone.

Abby--
Stay the fuck away from me.

- Yeah. What is it?
- We're keeping the kid.

You're what?
Yeah. I thought about it.

We owe him money.
That's it. That's all we owe him.

So I messengered
a cheque for $150,000.

Five times his initial investment.
Warren Buffett wouldn't turn that down.

You're making a big mistake, Lee.
I don't think so, Ray.

I've had music clients for 20 years.
I understand black people.

They're all about
the Benjamins, baby.

Cookie has a problem with us,
we'll see him in court.

You think fucking this guy
is gonna make you feel better.

But it won't.

It feels pretty fucking
good right now, Ray.

You're not gonna
see him anymore.

I want you to go.

I don't want you in this house anymore.
This is my fucking house.

I'm the one that's been here
every fucking day!

I've been here taking care
of this fucking family!

Watching you destroy everything!

Go to your fucking apartment!
You're happier there.

Go live in that fucking shithole.
And fuck whoever you want to fuck.

Oh, fuck!

You get out.

You get the fuck out.
Get out.

Just go.

Go, please.

Hey, Mick.

How'd it go?

Eh, all right.

That doesn't sound so good.

Maybe this, uh, Hollywood thing

wasn't such a good idea.

You want to come in for a drink?

Sure.

That silver plate or real?
Real.

Sweet.

You know, Shorty. From now on, we're gonna
dine like kings. Like fucking kings-

That's what I'm talking about.
See, that's that crossover shit.

Every 5 minutes on the radio,
Today Show, Grammy shit.

You did it.

We did it.
Wow.

It's your moment, son.

It's your time. You ready?

Hell yeah.

How about you, B?
Ready to do this with me?

I love you, Marvin.
Love you too, shorty.

Oh, shit.

Hey, Cookie.

Cookie, you don't have
to do this.

I won't tell nobody.

I swear to fucking God.
I won't say shit. Hey, Cook.

I'll roll with you, man.
You got my word. We can still do this.

Sorry, kid. I tried.

Marvin.

Marvin.

Daddy.