Original subtitles

Previously on Ray Donovan...

dramatic music

Ah!

That's it, buddy.

Come on.

Come on!

Take him out. Take him out.

- Oof! - Take him out!

What the fuck are you doing?

I wasn't gonna shoot him.

Where's the silencer?

What the fuck?

Stop!

- What the fuck's going on here? - Pop, this is your movie.

Mr. Lucky, starring Jay White.

My movie? My movie is called Four Leaf.

His blood pressure's low.

We're losing him. Get the defib kit.

Mickey is going to kill me!

This is Brendan.

Leave a message.

Bunch, call me.

Lou, another one for Ray.

Situation on Mercer Street,

my guys are wrapping that up.

You hear me?

You got anybody in the FBI?

- FBI? - Mm.

Yeah, I got a guy who deals with the bureau. Why?

My father.

He had a heart attack yesterday.

Got moved to a hospital in Victorville.

My little brother helped him to escape.

I'll make the call.

May take a few days,

but I'll find out what the feds know.

somber music

Are you sure about this, kid?

It's gonna be hard enough as it is.

You remember my confirmation?

Yeah.

You took the name Patrick.

That was Ray.

I took the name Adrian

on account of it being "brave."

Good. It suits you.

You don't remember 'cause you weren't there, Pop.

I had to get Danny O'Dea's father to sponsor me.

Yeah, well, I'm sure

Mr. O'Dea was happy to oblige.

low disquieting music

I gotta be there for her.

Ah, shit.

Didn't change your mind, did you?

I need my girl in LA to move to New York.

Done.

I need an apartment, an office,

and a decent car too.

You've made me very happy, Ray.

That it?

Nas' "N.Y. State of Mind" playing

- For now. - Yeah, yeah

- Ayo, Black, it's time - Word

Word, it's time, man

It's time, man

A'ight, begin

Yeah, straight out the fucking dungeons of rap

Where fake niggas don't make it back

I don't know how to start this shit, yo

Rappers, I monkey flip 'em

With the funky rhythm I be kicking

Musician inflicting composition of pain

I'm like Scarface sniffing cocaine

Holding an M16

See, with the pen I'm extreme, now

Bullet holes left in my peepholes

I'm suited up in street clothes

Hand me a nine and I'll defeat foes

Y'all know my steelo with or without the airplay

I keep some E&J

Sitting bent up in the stairway

Or either on the corner

Betting Grants with the cee-lo champs

Laughing at baseheads

Trying to sell some broken amps

G-packs get off quick

Forever niggas talk shit

Reminiscing about the last time

The task force flipped

Niggas be running through the block shooting...

Come on!

Catch a body...

Ray, come on! Punch it.

I ran like a cheetah with thoughts of an assassin...

Come on, come on.

Come on.

Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him backflip

Heard a few chicks scream...

Oof!

Gave another squeeze

Heard it click, yo, my shit is stuck

Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger

Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets

Caught up in the chamber

So now I'm jetting to the building lobby

And it was full of children

Probably couldn't see as high as I be

- So what you saying - It's like the game

Ain't the same, got younger niggas...

Yeah, hi.

And claim some corners

Crews without guns are goners

In broad daylight, stickup kids

They run up on us

Fo'-fives and gauges, MACs, in fact

Same niggas'll catch you back-to-back

Snatching your cracks in black

There was a snitch on the block

Getting niggas knocked

So hold your stash till the coke price drop

I know this crackhead who said

She gotta smoke nice rock

And if it's good she'll bring you customers

In measuring pots, but yo

You gotta slide on a vacation

Inside information keeps large niggas erasing

And their wives basing

It drops deep as it does in my breath

I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

Beyond the walls of intelligence

Life is defined, I think of crime

When I'm in a New York state of mind

State of mind, state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

It's only right that I was born to use mics

And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes

I've taken rappers to a new plateau through rap slow

My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule

The smooth criminal on beat breaks...

There you go. There you go. All right.

There you go. All right.

Finish him off!

That's where I learned to do my hustle

Had to scuffle with freaks

I'm an addict for sneakers, 20s of Buddha

And bitches with beepers

In the streets I can greet you

About blunts I teach you

Inhale deep like the words of my breath

I never sleep 'cause sleep is the cousin of death

I lay puzzle as I backtrack to earlier times

Nothing's equivalent

To the New York state of mind

State of mind, state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

New York state of mind

Na-Na-Na-Na-Na-Nasty Nas

Nasty Nas

Na-Na-Nas

Nasty Nas

Na-Nasty Nas

Na-Na-Na-Nas

Na-Nas

Nasty Nas

Na-Nasty Nas

Nasty Nas

Na-Nasty Nas

Nasty Nas

Wow.

So this is it.

I brought you dark roast.

Thanks.

It's nice.

How was class?

Political theory shouldn't be at 8 a.m.

Dr. Woods, my advisor,

said that I need to get an internship

to make up for last semester.

They gonna help you find one?

Fuck no.

What about Smitty?

What about him?

He got a job yet?

Why do you keep asking that?

Well, I just wanna make sure

he can take care of you.

I can take care of him, you know.

It's 2018, not 1820.

Right. Yeah, sorry.

Two bedrooms.

Yeah.

In case you ever need it.

In case I ever need it?

What?

I should go.

Why? You just got here.

Internship hunting.

Ah.

You want a ride or something?

No, no, I'm fine.

Okay.

There it is, New York.

New York, New York, New York.

It's a wonderful town.

The Bronx is up and the Battery's down

The people ride in a hole in the ground

I love this fucking town.

Yeah.

Are you at The Peninsula yet?

Almost.

All right, well, as of five minutes ago,

Crane was still in the shower.

Got it.

All right, I'll see you there.

"Thanks so much, Lena, for moving to New York."

Go fuck yourself, Ray.

dark music

Lena?

It's Ray.

Who?

Ray Donovan.

Thought Lena was coming.

Where's the thing?

In my pocket.

Right.

It's all there.

How well do you know Lena?

What?

Do you guys ever talk?

You know, personally?

No.

So she's never mentioned me outside of this job, huh?

No.

I used to model back in LA.

We dated then.

I hadn't heard from her in a while,

and I thought maybe...

But it was just this job, huh?

I'll tell her you said hi.

It's tourney style.

Twelve fighters, no weight classes,

Winner takes all.

...Williams where he can be held.

Yeah, he would be able

to control that distance more.

The way-he doesn't do it 'cause he doesn't jab any.

Bell!

disquieting music

Well, a reminder that coming up next,

unbeaten bantamweights Antonio Nieves

and Nikolai Potapov, probably going ten rounds...

Here you go.

Download the video and email it to me.

Did you get the tickets?

Yeah, they're floor seats, center court.

Thanks.

Seems like a nice girl.

Who?

Oh, Justine, yeah.

How'd you meet her?

We dated in LA.

- Yeah? - Mm.

What's she doing in New York?

Her brother's in Rikers,

so she moved here to be closer to him.

Oh.

Seems nice.

Nice?

Yeah.

Why don't you take her out, get a meal or something?

Who the fuck are you?

I'm just saying.

Here.

Try and get a table at that, uh,

French place downtown.

Raoul's. On me.

All right.

tranquil music

Here we are.

Long Island.

Michael!

- Hey. - Hey!

- Ah! - Ah, look at you. Look at you.

Oh!

I swore you two was dead by now.

Well, we took the scenic route.

Wanted to show my beautiful granddaughter

all this beautiful country has to offer.

Ah, she's beautiful herself.

Looks absolutely nothing like you.

Thank God.

And you must be Brendan.

- How you doing? - I met you

a couple times when you was in diapers.

You wouldn't remember me, but, uh,

I remember you.

Well-endowed for an infant.

Come in! Come in!

Your quarters.

One of youse is gonna have to sleep on the floor or...

share the master with me, if you fancy.

I have a playpen for the baby, however.

Now, let Auntie Sandy see that girl.

Cootchie-coo.

Yeah! Yeah!

Hi!

Oh, about time the Donovans produced another female, eh?

Yeah, she's a keeper.

I'd say so.

I bet this little one is hungry.

Yeah. Yeah.

Fucking kidding me, Pop?

Don't let her fool you. Sandy is skilled.

She don't miss nothing.

Watch her eyes.

You okay?

Listen to me, son.

I gotta get this thing started. You stay here.

Help Maria get settled in.

What if shit goes wrong out there, Pop?

Don't worry.

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Mr. Donovan.

- Oh, thanks. - Here you go.

'Toine, man, you didn't tell me

it was gonna be like this, bruh!

Huh?

Bam!

Antoine, I mean, come on!

What?

Why y'all look like your girls just broke up with you, man?

- What's up? - What's up?

The cost of this production, Daryll.

That's what's up.

O-okay, all right, what-what's-what's happening?

What was shooting call, 21/2 hours ago?

- Two and a half. - Two and a half hours ago.

You didn't get a call sheet?

Yeah, I'm-I'm sure I did. You know, man...

So...

- So? - So produce me

a motherfucking actor to photograph, please.

- Okay, uh... - Yeah.

- He in his trailer? - He's in his trailer.

You should go talk to him. That's your job.

- No, I'll handle it. - I know you will.

Thank you very much.

Hey.

Welcome to the entertainment industry!

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Yo, Jay, what up, man? It's Daryll.

Hey, hey, bro, you almost ready?

Jay!

They always set me off...

The fuck?

Hey, bro.

Black man come home

from killing the yellow man for the white man,

his mind, Daryll-

his mind is changed.

He's a new man,

and he needs a new gun.

The M16 would trigger PTSD.

He needs a different gun,

a new gun- an Uzi.

Not this bullshit that Antoine is asking me

to perform with.

Yo, Jay, we gotta-

Hey, how the fuck stupid are you?

I'm stupid?

Yo, Parker, man, what the fuck, bro?

What took you so long, man?

Oh, sorry, Mr. Donovan.

Uzis are not easy to come by.

Ooh-ooh!

My nigga.

Get your ass in here.

Peruvian?

Colombian.

Ooh.

Parker, a black man came home from serving his country.

Did Uncle Sam give a flying fuck?

Offer him any kind of support?

Any medication for his tortured mind?

Hmm?

- Huh? - No.

- Hell no. - Yeah.

He had to fend for himself.

Respect.

Oh, yeah

Yeah

Hey, how you doing?

What's up?

Yo.

Yo, Jay,

yo, what happened to all the Uzi stuff?

Why the fuck would a soldier

familiar with the inner workings of a rifle

suddenly switch to a different gat?

This is my rifle.

There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life.

I'm the talent, motherfucker.

Even when I'm wrong, I'm right.

Now, let's shoot this fucking scene.

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Mr. Lucky's an original FeatureFlix production.

We own it outright. You know what that means?

No.

It means that I need Jay White

to do his fucking job.

I hear that he has decided

to go method with his character

and is acquiring bad habits at a remarkable rate.

I'll stop by set tomorrow and talk to Daryll.

So as junior prosecutor,

you led the fraud and embezzlement case

against the Liberty Street Seven.

Like I said,

my father was a sanitation worker,

so I know how to take out the trash.

Our current mayor, Ed Ferrati-

he's famously tough on crime.

How do you think you'll match up tonight?

Ed Feratti's tough-on-crime policies?

Stop and frisk?

Arrest quotas?

I have no interest in matching up.

Crime is a grassroots issue.

You fight crime with better education,

job creation, community enrichment.

You're the people's candidate?

Yes.

If elected mayor, I'll make sure

that every family, every kid

in this great city of ours

has the tools that they need to be their best.

The polls still have her ten points behind.

So the bag's in my office. My assistant's waiting for you.

Anita Novak, thank you so much for being here with us.

- All right. - Stay tuned.

Chef Justin's gonna teach us how to make beignets.

We'll be right back.

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I got the tickets.

I fucking owe you, man.

Ah, Jimmy's gonna love that.

Don't worry about it.

Do you want me to come by, pick 'em up?

No, I'll bring them when I come.

- You're coming? - Sure. Hey,

did you hear anything from your guy at the bureau?

Your dad's gifted, Ray.

He's a fucking ghost.

He'll slip. He always does.

I'll check in again.

All right. See you later.

- Hey. - Hey.

You, uh, get a table?

Justine says thank you.

You're welcome.

Happy hour.

Piña coladas and chow mein half price.

No, thank you, sweetheart.

I'm here to see Old Man Au.

He was the proprietor

of this fine establishment.

You know him?

Au!

Au... speaking Chinese

Yeah?

I'm here to see Charlie Au.

Don't know you.

I don't know you,

but I do know Charlie Au.

We spent some time together

on the inside, if you know what I mean.

You're talking about my grandfather.

There's the monster.

Yeah, the monster's dead.

Pulmonary embolism.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was a hell of a cigarette smuggler.

We ran laundry together for a spell at Walpole.

That was a good racket.

Well, have a piña colada on me, all right?

Hey, hold up. Hold on.

Are you in the same, uh, line of business

as your grandfather?

What, cigarette smuggling?

He was doing a dime for gun running.

I now find myself in need of that very service.

Since speaking out,

there's been some backlash.

Death threats.

I consider myself a brave man, but this...

this is a cross too heavy to bear.

I stand by what I said,

but in light of some people's violent reactions,

I plan to leave New York

until things blow over.

That work?

Sure.

That's 25.

You-you'll get the rest in Mexico.

Get him to Hunter by five.

I'll meet you there.

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- Yeah. - Hey, got pinged by my contact.

And?

And they got a report of someone seeing

your old man and your brother at a gas station near Akron.

Car?

Buick, stolen in Tucson.

Now, look, it ain't definite,

but it's the only lead they got.

All right, thanks.

Can I help you with something?

Forty-five minutes into tonight's debate,

you're gonna steer the conversation

- towards racism. - Who are you?

And you're gonna call on Cesar Martinez.

He'll be house left in a light green polo.

Why the hell would I do that?

Because you love your wife and kids.

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The-the questions are chosen well in advance.

Everyone's vetted, and-

Cesar Martinez.

I need you to repeat it back.

You can't do this.

Repeat it back to me.

Cesar Martinez.

So we understand each other?

Good.

Lock it down, people.

Jay!

We love you, Jay!

Check's in the mail, baby!

- We love you, man! - Love you, Jay!

Jay, I love you!

- You the best! - Whoo-hoo!

He did it!

Thanks, Jay!

Can I be in one of your movies?

Love you, Jay!

Hey, you. Hey, mister.

Are you anyone important in this movie?

Eh, Jay White just shoots me,

and I die.

Terry Donovan?

It depends. Who's asking?

Big Easy.

I ain't from New Orleans,

but I'm laid-back as fuck,

- so it stuck. - Yeah?

What do you want?

Saw you fight, uh, Chuy Gomez in the Garden.

What was it, '96?

- Ninety-five. - You still move pretty good.

You ever think about fighting again?

Look at me.

Mm, you know,

never too old to crack a few skulls

and make a little extra scratch.

Check it out.

It's the kind of place you might dig, man.

It's going down tonight.

Sure as hell beats hitting that bag.

All right, background!

Action!

You crazy?

Abdul, please! Please.

Beaucoup dinky dau?

This ain't no Dien Bien Phu.

I saw this little gook

carrying his wife's dead body down

in his motherfucking hands,

and when I say dead body,

I mean just a fucking body,

'cause there was no head.

You dig?

Fucked with the wrong nigga, nigga,

and so...

...you're just gonna have to kiss my black ass!

Whoo!

Oh, fuck, man!

Oh, tell me y'all got that shit.

- Cut. - Yo!

Tell me you got that shit. Oh!

Going again.

Ah, shit!

Y'all saw that shit, right? Oh!

How do I look?

Like-like Sister Mary Agnes.

Was she good-looking?

Uh...

handsome, I guess,

when she wasn't, you know,

rapping my fingers with a ruler.

Nuns-

snakes with tits,

all of them.

I want you to come with me.

This waterbed is heated.

It's good for the joints,

amongst other things, if you catch my drift.

Happy to share.

Yeah, I'm fine on the floor.

Suit yourself.

So, uh...

how far back you go with Mick?

We grew up together.

It's how I met your Uncle Cormac.

Ah.

This should fit.

I married Cormac two weeks before he was deployed.

Vietnam wasn't kind to poor Irish boys.

Cormac died,

I remarried,

so Mickey and I just lost touch.

Don't be shy.

Let's try it on.

Come on.

And I want every New Yorker to rest assured,

we are working around the clock with the sanitation union

to put an end to this strike

and get the streets clean again.

That is a promise.

I'd like to switch gears.

We've seen, more and more,

a nation and city divided.

The theme of this segment of our town hall is race,

and our next question comes from a Mr. Cesar Martinez.

Um, Mr., uh, Feratti?

You'll remember me as your personal driver

between the years of 2012 and 2015.

Yes, I do, Cesar.

And during that time,

I often heard you use derogatory language

to describe minorities.

Jews were cheap,

Hispanics were lazy,

blacks were dumb,

and personally, that my character

was impressive as a Mexican born into poverty.

You often commented with surprise

that I, an uneducated wetback from Guanajuato,

was consistently ten minutes early to work.

Okay-

So my question is this:

with your history of racial biases,

why do you believe that you're the best candidate

in a city as diverse as New York?

- Mr. Martinez- - Uh, that-that is

inaccurate.

I'm so sorry, Mr. Martinez.

New York is the heartbeat of America.

No matter your race, your religion,

your sexual orientation,

or your country of origin,

you're welcome here.

Mr. Martinez, your story is devastating.

You know, i-in my first term, I passed...

It's unacceptable. Excuse me, sir.

...at least 23 different-

Sir, no. Mm-mm.

The time for interrupting women is over.

Yo, Jay, come on, man.

It's a lovely cock sock.

Shit is wrinkly.

Mr. Lucky ain't got no wrinkly dick.

Wait, 'Toine, whoa, whoa. What-what's a cock sock?

So a cock sock is what we're gonna use

to cover his junk for the upcoming sex scene.

It's off-camera, though.

Of course it's off-camera, Daryll.

I'm not making a fucking porno.

Man, watch out, man.

Yo, Jay!

K'Lei has been ready for 35 minutes.

I-I really don't think she gives a fuck

if Mr. Lucky's dick is wrinkly or not!

You wear the shit, Romeo.

A-Antoine, man, you-you gotta

- talk to him, man. - This is your job.

This is your job. You're the producer, okay?

- Yo, Parker, man. - Yeah?

Yo-

No, no, no, no.

- Enough, enough. - Hey, hey-

No, enough.

Enough, man.

Yo, chill, chill, chill.

You need an intervention, B.

Ow! The fuck, man?

Hey!

I'm trying to help you!

You need help!

- Calm the fuck down! - Get the fuck off me, man.

- Come on. - Use your heads!

Come on, motherfucker!

Come on, motherfucker.

Come on, motherfucker.

- Use your fucking head! - Come on!

Get the fuck off me.

Get your hands off me, man.

- Relax, motherfucker. - No, you relax!

Calm the fuck down!

Fucking fight everybody out here!

- Fucking asshole. - You too.

Fucking asshole.

Way to go, Daryll.

Just cost production another three hours.

funky music

Okay, now.

You good? I mean,

you got-got everything you need?

I need to stop being number two on the call sheet.

Other than that, yeah, I'm chill.

I hear you.

Are we gonna shoot this thing or what?

Yeah, I mean...

Ladies and gentlemen, that is a wrap.

We will start with scene 58 tomorrow, 8 a.m.

Look, I'm-I'm sorry. I mean,

you got all dressed up for nothing-

A crooked log makes a good fire.

A crooked log what?

Situation like this, the producer's job

isn't to be his star's enemy.

It's to become his enabler. You feel me?

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You'll get this when you touch down in Guanajuato.

My associate will need your passport in exchange.

We'll send it back to you once the election's over.

And the posts I sent already went viral,

so I'll dump another batch from JFK

and upload his statement to Facebook.

All right.

You look just like Cormac.

Holy moly!

I got that Catholic schoolgirl itch

all over again.

Come.

Stand there.

Smile.

Good.

That wasn't so bad.

What about Maria?

Her new name is Libby Halloran.

You, me, and Mick,

we run St. Paul's Orphanage.

We found a home for Libby in Montreal.

Got all the appropriate paperwork coming

to get us across the border.

Since speaking out,

there's been some backlash, threats.

I consider myself a brave man,

but this...

this is a cross too heavy to bear.

I stand by what I said,

but in light...

Is it true?

I plan to leave New York.

It'll check out.

But is it true?

Right now, Cesar Martinez

is probably over the Gulf of Mexico

on his way to Guanajuato with no way to get back.

What would you like, ma'am?

- What he's having. - Coming right up.

I hear your daughter is gonna work for the campaign.

Yeah, she needs an internship for school.

...Ed Feratti's personal driver...

You have other kids?

A son.

Where's he?

Marines.

Shipping off for Germany soon.

...New York's mayoral race...

Good for him.

So my question is this:

with your history of racial biases...

Tonight you should've asked me

if that's how I wanted to play this.

I don't work for you.

Right.

I am so sorry.

We all work for Sam Winslow.

"Excellent at exaction."

That's how she described you.

Sure.

You know what I think?

Just one man's claims...

I think you're excellent at a lot of things, Ray.

Seems like it may be a while...

Well...

it's been real.

We'll be back after this short break.

My- Nigga, fuck you.

Yo, hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on, Jay.

Be cool.

- What? - I want to make it right, man.

How the fuck you gonna do that?

A little marching powder?

My man.

You drove?

- Yeah. - Yo, Rick.

You can take off. D's gonna give me a lift home.

You got it, boss.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, sweetheart.

I talked to Sam Winslow.

She said she can get you an internship

working on Anita Novak's campaign.

I didn't ask you to do that.

I know you didn't ask me to.

I...just thought I'd help you out.

What's the big deal?

Thanks, Dad.

Hey, Bridge, I gotta go.

Uh, I'll text you the address.

They said you can start tomorrow.

Okay. Bye.

Bye.

Yeah?

Don't even bother coming.

What are you talking about?

Caputo, that Guinea fuck,

took Jimmy bowling.

Okay? They ran late.

Amber just called to tell me that he's not even coming,

that he's already in bed.

All right, take it easy.

Take it easy, Ray?

You know, she-she can-she can have my house, all my money,

okay, she can have that guy sleep

in our marital bed, but I am not gonna let

that fuck become my kid's father.

I'm gonna take care of this right now.

Okay. Relax.

Don't do anything stupid.

I'll get there as soon as I can.

dark music

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm here for this.

Come on!

Come on! Son, time to go.

Come on, now-oh!

You need that fucking bat?

Let's go.

- That's my shit. - Yeah.

But yo, yo, Jay, man,

I gotta be honest with you, man.

Like, that bitch K'Lei? Like, damn, she fine.

Oh.

You hit that yet?

Uh, what, K'Lei?

Fucking Mother Teresa, nigga.

Who the fuck you think I'm talking about?

Of course I'm talking about K'Lei.

Jay, listen.

K'Lei on a whole nother league, man.

Ain't in her league, nigga? What the fuck?

You are a producer, nigga.

You're the producer of a $100 million-

$150 million when it's all said and done-

billion-dollar major motion picture

starring yo' nigga Jay White.

You the commissioner now. Mm!

Fuck yeah, man. Maybe even the fucking owner.

No, no, no, no, no.

You be like some Bob Kraft shit? Nah, nigga, that's me.

You ain't got enough money for that shit.

You could...you could be the quarterback.

I fuck with quarterbacks.

Okay, okay, okay.

I'm the quarterback, man. I'm Tom Brady.

You Brady.

It's like, once we th-

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh...

Pop...

Are you my son?

Is that the way a son behaves?

You're not my fucking son.

Whoa! Whoa, shit.

Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

Calm down.

D! D. Oh!

Baby...

I'll take the heat for this.

Those punks are not gonna say anything.

What about Amber?

Fuck Amber.

It'll be all right.

You sure?

I appreciate you, Ray.

All right.

Don't be a stranger.

I won't.

In that fancy fucking suit?

Fuck you.

Yeah?

Who is this?

Hello, Ray Ray.

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