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Previously on Ray Donovan...

I know who did it,

and I know how much you paid him.

I want you to kill him.

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Ah!

Shit's not mine, man!

Oh, so the sky just opened up

and decided to rain rock?

Hey, hand of God, I don't smoke rocks.

- I'm out here exercising!
- Try exercising

- your right to remain silent.
- Come on, man!

Motherfucker, you listen to me!

Jesus.

Come on, let me out of here, man.

Let me out! What are you doing?

You know I ain't even
supposed to be here.

Come on, let me out, man!

Ah, you don't let me out of here,

I'ma break these doors open!

Hey!

Come on.

That's it, buddy.

Agh. I'm trying to help you, you fuck!

Hey!

Hey.

You hear me?

What the fuck, man?

Why you shoving this haole
in the back here with me?

Hey, he needs help, man.

And where the fuck we going?

He needs an ambulance, not no squad car.

Man, he's bleeding over everything.

Hey, man, you listening
to what I'm saying?

Shut the fuck up.

This is bullshit, man. You know.

Where the fuck you taking me?

Shouldn't be out here, man.

Fuck we doing out here in Staten Island?

I want to see my lawyer...

Hey, suicide.

Hey, suicide.

You got a name?

I got a wife and a daughter

all wondering where I am.

I asked you.

You got a name?

No.

You know, you're fucked
in the fucking head, bro.

You should be in a hospital,

not no fucking lockup.

Hey, you see, you and me,

we gotta stick together,
get our story straight.

Fuck off.

Ah, you don't gotta be
like that, suicide.

Only asked you your name.

Since when was it illegal to
pull bottles out of garbage?

- What the fuck, man?
- Watch your mouth.

What?

I said...

- quiet your mouth.
- All right, sit down. Relax.

Yo, let me out of here,
man. For real, man.

- Go get the key.
- Go sit down.

Hey, Donny.

Ray Donovan is free to go.

Jesus.

Are you okay?

What's this?

She pulled some strings for you.

Give us a minute.

Please close the door.

Twenty-seven men died
building the Brooklyn Bridge.

Did you know that?

Wouldn't you have thought
it was ten times that,

making something so grand?

Sixty died building the
Empire State Building,

six thousand digging the Panama Canal.

Progress is a lot like war:

built on the backs of the disposable.

Doug...

was disposable.

You have to stop beating
yourself up about him.

He was a piece of shit, and
you and I both know it.

I'm not gonna be a problem for you.

Ray, I want to help you.

I'm fine.

You jumped off a ten-story building.

I didn't jump.

Really?

I did what you asked.

It's not gonna come back to you.

Look.

Why don't you come back
with me to the city,

and take a little time for yourself?

I'd prefer it if you did.

Look, there's a five o'clock
out of JFK to head back home.

Let's go get on it.

I'm not going back.

Go home, Lena.

What are you having?

Whiskey.

Doctor, I am Pagliacci.

I am Pagliacci.

Who let you out?

I'm talking to you. Who let you out?

Bring it up with your supervisor.

I'm bringing it up with you.

Appreciate your help, officer.

_

I got a fire for you right here!

Whoo! Whoo!

Can you call me a cab?

Maybe Sam Winslow could give you a lift.

Talked to my supervisor.

Told me you got friends in high places.

Come on, pulled your ass
out of the East River.

Least you could do is buy me a drink.

Two more.

So where you from?

Los Angeles.

With that accent?

Boston.

Staten Island, born and raised. Sláinte.

Lou?

You know, you're lucky.

I spent my summers as a
lifeguard when I was a kid.

You know, I figured

it was a great way to get some ass.

But the YMCA?

That's some old-ass ass.

Eh.

These Japanese pitchers...

how did they get so fucking good?

Umpires don't call corners in Japan.

- That right?
- Mm-hmm.

Swing!

There you go, Ma.

Hit that fucking corner.

- Another one down.
- Hey, Lou.

So where'd you learn
how to fight like that?

Irish mob?

My brother's a boxer.

You don't fight like a boxer.

Me?

I'm a cop, obviously.

My father was a cop.

His father was a cop, and... so it goes.

And maybe my son, one day...

Shit.

You were supposed to take
Jimmy to school this morning.

I know, I know, I know.
I got held up at work.

Oh, you got held up.

By what, about four drinks by now?

All right, I'll go apologize.

Yeah? In the middle of
fourth fucking period?

Will you keep your mouth shut?

Okay? I'm gonna pick him up,

and I'm gonna take him to dinner.

No, you missed your chance.

You can see him this weekend.

I missed the chance to
see my fucking kid?

Are you kidding me? I'm
living somewhere else

because you're fucking a hose jockey!

- Go fuck yourself, Mac.
- A hose jockey!

... is at 38 percent.

The last couple of starts,
he's thrown that fastball...

I'm sorry.

Seriously. Go fuck yourself.

Mac, you don't want to do that.

- Fuck him.
- Mac.

Fuck that guy.

And here we go.

Your cab's here.

There you go. Get up.

Hey, you getting in, or what?

Hey.

You're on your own, pal.

He's had enough.

Do yourself a favor...

Take him out! Get a piece of this.

Here you go.

Oh!

Stop.

Oh!

Think we taught those
cocksuckers a lesson, huh?

You all right?

Yeah.

There you go. I'll get you some ice.

Whiskey in the kitchen.

Johnny fucking Caputo.

You know, we all hated
him in high school.

I don't know why everybody
loves firefighters.

Is a firefighter going to stop a guy

from attacking your daughter?

No.

Cops save lives,

but firefighters are fucking saints?

I gotta go.

Why'd you jump?

What?

Why'd you jump?

I didn't.

So you just went on the
roof, watched the sunrise,

and slipped on a fucking banana peel?

I followed someone.

Who?

My wife.

What was your wife doing up there?

She's dead.

Died a year ago. Cancer.

Grief changes shape,

but never ends.

- You know who said that?
- No.

Keanu Reeves.

Oh.

I'd better get going.

Come on, sit. Have a drink.

Watch the game.

Your Sox owe us one.

Attacking the baseball

when the ball is in the strike zone...

Fly ball, center field,

Betts is there, tagging is Stanton.

He will score...

... a sac fly for Hicks,

and the Yankees are up, four to two.

Tell you what: Mookie Betts didn't know

how many outs there were right there.

He was ready to run in off the field.

I think it kind of surprised him,

but a good at-bat by Hicks...

My dad was cancer.

Thick as thieves, we were.

Till the reaction of Betts...

Fixing up his bike.

You see it out there?

The old Harley?

He died

before we got around to finishing it.

But Moreland has to be wondering...

He died

just in time for Amber to kick me out.

Fucking joke.

Almost 50, and having to
start all over again.

This is a goddamn good series.

Opposing starter since 1975.

Had him on 15 starts.

Number one on that list,

Pedro Martinez.

Started against the Yankees 32 times.

Twenty-five of those
were quality starts.

Chris Archer, Kevin Brown...

Mm.

Hello?

Did I wake you up?

Who is this?

You know who this is.

How'd you get this number?

Look, I need your help.

What for?

I'm going up to my office now.

Will you meet me there, please?

I told you, I'm done.

Ray, I wouldn't ask you if
it wasn't very important.

- I gotta go.
- Ray!

Hello. I'm Melinda Getkin,

New York Tribune.

Sorry. It's not my house, so...

So you're not Sergeant Sean McGrath?

No.

You're Ray Donovan.

You should move your foot.

Do you know a man named Fetu Autufuga?

Who?

Were you detained by the NYPD

on the morning of August 10th?

- What?
- The morning of August 10th,

with Fetu Autufuga,

- in Manhattan?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

Mr. Autufuga says you jumped

from the Hospital for Special Surgery.

He says you were rescued
from the East River

by a Sergeant Sean McGrath.

Mr. Autufuga says

you were both transported
to Staten Island

in the same squad car.

Can you confirm that
your arresting officer

transferred you from
Manhattan to Staten Island?

Mr. Donovan?

Here's my card.

I'd love to get your comment

before we go to press.

Guard station five.

One transfer to the east...

Yard recall, yard recall.

Commence rotation to the east yard.

Transport detail report to gate four.

Mr. Donovan, hand the
child to the bailiff.

Stop!

Sir! Sir, stop!

Sir!

- No, you can't have her.
- Stop.

Stop.

Sir.

Sir, if you take another step,

this'll get so much worse.

They can't take her from me.

- Give me the child.
- No.

- Sir.
- Once a week?

How am I supposed to only
see her for once a week?

Sir, you will be arrested.

I'm a good father.

I didn't do nothing.

This isn't the way to do it.

Believe me, it's not.

You can't just do that to people!

Fuck you!

- Ray D.
- Hey, Rad.

It's not that way, babe,

but when you say it like
that, you make it sound

like I did something wrong.

I did stand up for you, to both of them!

Look who it is.

Generator should be coming today.

Might be able to get the bike started.

- Like the last generator, huh?
- It'll work. Hey, pal.

Jimmy got beat up in school.

You all right?

His mom told him not to fight back.

I gotta go.

Hey, text me after school.

Reporter came by the house this morning.

What?

She was looking for you.

Um, wanted to talk about
the night I fell,

and, you know,

that-that-that big guy who was
in the back seat with me.

Fucking Samoan.

She's asking me about

why you drove us out to Staten Island.

Shoulda just gone to
the 35 in Manhattan.

You fell from the fucking sky,

and it was late,

had to go get Jimmy...

I...

I just drove out.

Hey.

This a problem for you?

You all right?

No.

The Trib running an article

the week that I gotta fight
for custody of my kid...

I got IA up my ass

and all sorts of bullshit.

I gotta go arrest the donuts.

Ray?

You still need me?

Jay White and his director

Antoine A'Shawn Anderson
have turned back the clock

45 years to 1973, and are planning...

You know how to play?

... Pacific Pictures film, Mr. Lucky,

an homage to the Blaxploitation genre.

Jay White said he loved
Anderson's script so much,

he tapped the screenwriter to helm it.

- Anderson...
- No, don't.

Turn that shit up.

... a longtime White collaborator.

Casting for the film is ongoing

and rumors are swirling

K'Lei Hughes is circling the script.

Production is set to begin
in Harlem in two weeks.

It's your turn, Mick.

Mr. Lucky will be the first
straight-to-streaming

- big-budget film...
- Fuck it.

... produced by Sam
Winslow's Pacific Media.

I'm walking.

... Featureflix has been dominating

financial headlines for weeks.

In other Jay White news,
his rumored breakup

from girlfriend and
former yoga instructor

Janice Reigstrom has been
confirmed by several sources,

citing his...

Name.

No, no, no, I'm not here for pills.

Uh, it's a... it's a private matter.

Ain't no private here.

Well...

there are certain nights

where I find it difficult
to get to the john.

I've had a few incidences.

A few, uh, accidents, if you will.

You need diapers? We got diapers.

Ah, I mean, I'm sure you can understand

I'd rather maintain a
modicum of dignity.

Well, then what do you want?

Just a bedpan.

Not allowed.

Look, the situation I'm in,
I can't wear a diaper.

You know how many of these guys

have pedophiliac tendencies?

Thank you, sweetheart.

I'm a sensitive type. You've saved me

from some very painful, painful moments.

Next. Name.

Mr. Donovan? Hi.

Miss Winslow is waiting. This way.

Once the land deal is done,

then we get the approval of our board,

and then we announce it
to our shareholders.

I need a moment.

It's a pleasure to see you, Ray.

You too.

Put on a little weight.

Yeah.

Oh, it's good,

and I like the beard.

Said you needed me.

Of course. Business.

I have a friend who has found herself

in a sensitive situation.

What'd she do?

It's not what she did.
It's what was done to her.

Her name is Anita Novak,

and she's very important to me,

because she is my candidate for mayor,

and she, uh...

well, she's human.

She'll explain it to you.

One of your reporters
came by the house today.

- Why?
- I don't know.

She's writing some story about cops

and racial profiling in Staten Island.

Since when do you care about
cops in Staten Island?

One of them saved my life.

So what's the reporter's name?

Melinda Getkin.

I'll talk to her editor.

And you'll get back to
me about Miss Novak?

Yeah.

Bring 'em back in.

Let me help you with that, Miss Novak.

Oh, I got it.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

But I could use a Dunkin' Donuts run,

- if you got that in you.
- No problem.

All right, how about a dozen,
and then I'll take a regular?

- On it.
- Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

You're from Sam.

Yeah.

Okay, come with me.

Sorry. We're just, um, moving in,

so it's a bit of a mess.

What's your name?

Ray Donovan.

How do you know Sam?

I did some work for her in LA.

You known her a long time?

- No.
- No.

- You a cop?
- No.

Private investigator?

No.

What do you do, exactly?

You want to tell me who beat you up?

Concealer's not doing it, huh?

I wish I knew.

Wish you knew what?

I lied to Sam.

I told her that I got mugged,
and the guy took my phone,

and there were pictures on my phone

I didn't want the public to see.

What's the truth?

I met a man at a bar.

We met because we had arranged to meet.

What for?

I worked in the DA's
office for 15 years.

I've run across a few fixers in my time.

Fucked up a few of my cases.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

So I'm not used to guys
like you being on my side.

So, uh...

The guy you met with, he's
the guy who beat you up?

We had a drink.

Bar at the NoMad.

He'd arranged for a room.

We went upstairs.

We were having sex, and I turned around,

and he had his phone out,
and he was taping me,

and obviously, I can't afford
for something like that

to be made public.

Did you try contacting him?

All I have is an email address,

and it bounced back.

So you don't know his name.

I just said that.

But you got an email.

Yeah, it's a cover.

I mean, the one I used is fake, too.

All right. What's the email?

I'll be in touch.

What do you want?

How you been?

What do you want?

I got an email address.

I need to find out who it belongs to.

Out of the fucking blue,

and you call me for an email address.

Can you please...

can you please just run it for me?

I thought you were retired.

- Lena...
- Fine.

I'll text you the email address.

Fine.

"Oh, thank you, Lena, so much.
Thank you so much

for changing your life
around for me a thousand

motherfucking times. Thank
you every time I f... "

What?

Thanks.

All right, vigilante films.

Pam Grier plays a nurse,

goes after drug dealers
after they kill her sister.

That's Coffy.

Ah, very good. Okay, Rudy Ray Moore.

A pimp and his karate expert call girls

gonna get even with the police.

- Dolemite.
- Dolemite. Excellent.

My man! All right.

Okay, last one.

Tamara Dobson, all right?

She's a U.S. special agent,

joins forces with the local police

in the war on drugs. Who's that?

Cleopatra Jones.

Cleopatra...

♪ Get the people what they
want when they want it ♪

♪ And they wants it all the time ♪

Ah, Supergroovalistic-prosifunkstication!

- Come on!
- Baby do the throw-down!

Oh, here it is, baby.

Antoine, my man.

My man.

And who's your beautiful friend?

Oh, no, this is...
this is not my friend.

- This is my producer.
- Man, you stupid.

What's up, man? I'm Daryll Donovan.

Yeah... oh, my bad.
Let me introduce you.

Daryll Donovan, this is
Benjamin Carter Judges.

- You're Daryll Donovan?
- That's right.

Mm, mm, mm.

I'd like to costume him.

- Nah, man, no costuming.
- Are you ready?

Yeah, let's get it on, man.

I've been working, waiting,
for this my whole life, man.

Let the show begin!

Ah. Dynamite!

♪ Give the people what
they want when they want ♪

♪ And they wants it all the time ♪

♪ Give the people what
they want when they want ♪

♪ And they wants it all the time ♪

That is Mr. Lucky. Good job, man.

- Some of my best work.
- Right on.

Okay.

What's happening?

Oh.

You know, he's a method actor.

Um, so...

his style is...

Stanislavski, via Meisner.

Uh, okay.

Sincerity. The art of representation.

That's... that's his...

no, he's just being method.

♪ What they want when they want ♪

Nigga been studying lions for
the past couple of months.

- Lions?
- Yeah, like,

the-the cat? The lion,
the king of the jungle?

But there ain't no lions in the movie.

I know, but it's the concrete jungle,

so he's looking at it as, you know,

"I want to be the king
of the concrete jungle."

- So he just decided...
- Oh, okay.

"Yeah, I'm gonna study
some... some lions."

♪ Baby can you throw down ♪

♪ Baby can you throw down ♪

Man, that's a lot of ass.

Well, it's good to be the king.

♪ Give the people what
they want when they want ♪

♪ And they wants it all the time ♪

Oh, come on. You're not
stroking a pussy, all right?

You're in a fight.

It's just love taps, all right?
It's all about the body.

You gotta twist the body, all right?

Save it for your old lady, all right?

Come on, snap it.

Give me five.

Look at you.

You look good.

No, I don't.

So how you been?

All right. You?

What's with the hat?

What?

Jesus. Yeah, yeah.

It's not mine. I'm...

staying with somebody. I
went out of the house, so...

You still out in Staten Island?

Yeah. Guy I'm staying with, uh,
is going through a divorce.

His-his kid's not taking it real well.

Yeah?

Keeps getting beat up at school.

- I thought, you know...
- Bring him in.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Any friend of yours.

Thanks, Ter.

You're fat.

What?

You should come and
work out with the kid.

Go fuck yourself.

Dad?

Bridge. Hey.

You're-you have a beard.

Cut your hair.

Oh, yeah, a while ago.

Looks good.

What are you doing in the city?

I just, uh, came by to see Ter.

You should've called.

Didn't know I was coming.

What are you doing here?

We're going to dinner,

if you want to come.

No, that's all right.

Yeah, uh... had something anyway.

Okay.

Another time?

Another time.

Yeah.

Check your texts.

All right, so there's this huge Indian

at one end of the bar,

an old, ancient hooker at the other,

and a bear in a cage
with a rotten tooth.

Sign behind the bar
says, "Win $1 million."

My brother says you can
bring Jimmy by anytime.

That's great.

Yeah, that'll be good.

I talked to my friend about the article.

Yeah?

It's not gonna run.

Not in the Trib.

I appreciate it, but
I'm taking care of it.

What do you mean, you're
taking care of it?

What's that?

I gotta deal with this guy,

or he's just gonna go to another paper.

- You gonna pay him off?
- Yeah.

I gotta see and make sure
that he stays quiet.

How much you got there?

It's five grand.

It's all I could pull together, but, uh,

I figure I'll pay him that
monthly till this blows over.

It's a bad idea.

Paying him?

Everybody likes money.

No, you paying him.

You can't go near that guy.

You know you can't.

You don't have to do this.

You got an address?

He's got a repair shop in Brooklyn.

Not too far.

I'll call you when it's done.

Ray Donovan.

Five grand a month for
the next two years.

You told that reporter I was a liar.

That's 120 grand, all in,

just for keeping your mouth shut.

Keeping my mouth shut?

Who sent you?

That's not important.

Take the money.

You threatening me?

No, I'm not. I'm asking you, please,

just take the fucking money.

Look.

You were there that night.

- You know what happened.
- Yeah.

He took us to fucking Staten Island.

Doesn't matter where he took us.

He broke the fucking law.

Yeah, and you're a fucking drug dealer.

- That's not the point.
- What?

Take the fucking...

Hey, cut it out.

I'm trying to get some sleep
here, shit-for-brains.

Yo, what the fuck, man?

Yo, cut the shit. Jesus.

Hey.

Hey! Hey, the old man's down!

Hey! You all right, man?

Hey, hey, he's fucked up, man.

He's fucked up.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Yeah?

It's Anita.

Who?

I'm in SoHo.

I'm at the address that...

the-the one that you sent Sam.

I called the phone number that...

that you... you gave to Sam,

and I-I called him, and we
agreed on a price, and I...

Slow down.

Went here because I
just needed to get...

I just needed to get that video back,

and I can't... and I...

I-I can't say it on the phone.

All right.

Don't do anything till I get there.

Thank you.

I-I know.

It's bad.

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