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Previously On Ray Donovan

The old man made parole. He wasn't supposed to be out

for five more years. He's out, Ray.

You let him near this family, everything we worked for, it'll be over.

- She's dead. - You think you're the first person

I've dealt with, woke up in bed with a dead body?

Guy has a $200 million heterosexual movie

coming out and picks up a tranny on Sunset Boulevard?

- I have a way to get you out of this. - Did I kill her?

What's going on, Bunchy? He's been putting shit in your head.

I'm a sexual anorexic. You're kidding me.

Great guns you got there.

You're cheating on him. You can't go from his bed into mine.

I'm in love with you. It's over between us.

Remember Dad's girlfriend, Claudette?

They had a kid. His name's Daryll.

Do me proud.

- You a Donovan or not? - Hell, yeah, I'm a Donovan.

- Get used to that prick letting you down. - I stole half a million for you.

Ray said you'd stolen a lot of money from Sully.

You'd be dead if it weren't for us.

What did you say? I don't remember.

You have to remember. I can't.

I have a brain tumour.

I got you out of prison.

What do you want from me'?

I want them all, and your boy, Ray.

He fucking murdered an FBI agent.

We're gonna have to kill him. Who hates him more than we do?

Raymond. Sully.

I want you to kill my father. Heh, heh.

I'm not leaving here until you fuck me.

Get over to my apartment. I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.

Your son's getting in fights. What's your name?

- Marvin Gaye Washington. - I wanna have sex.

I'm surprised I could fuck you. You're really not my type.

Kneel down, honey. This is gonna be over fast.

I'll buy you anything. What I want, you can't give me.

Try me. Emotional honesty.

Ah, jeez.

Get the fuck off the boat. I'm fucking FBI.

And I'm FBI’s Most Wanted. So go fuck yourself.

Father Danny. He's here in L.A. I seen him.

- That the one that abused Bunchy? - Wasn't only Bunch.

I told you what happened. You called me a liar and you beat me.

You've been dead to me since I was 10 years old.

It was an accident. I need help.

Bunchy shot him. They don't know?

- I told you to shut up. - I loved you.

I'm going for a swim.

Mickey, come back to bed.

We drank too much.

Don't worry about it.

Hola, Mickey.

Welcome to México. Heh.

Beautiful water, beautiful sun,

beautiful women.

Come, Mickey. Swim with me.

I'm getting tired.

Oh, no, Mickey. You're not a sailor.

You're a captain.

I'm a captain?

Come. Deeper.

Deeper, Mickey.

Mickey.

Mickey.

I'm in a very dark place, Mickey.

And you put me here.

It wasn't me. It was Sully.

I'm so lonely.

Hey, check it out. He just got 8 million hits.

He didn't just get them- That's the total.

Why are you being such an asshole?

Who cares when he got them? He's famous, and he was your boyfriend.

He wasn't my boyfriend.

Then what was he? You were making out with him all the time.

I was not. Look, just turn it off. I don't wanna hear it, okay?

What are you doing?

Hey, Marvin, it's C-Money. Give me my phone.

is about to begin

to discuss the details...

- What are you fighting about? - Bridget's a douche bag.

- Hey. - Cut it out.

I'm outside the Federal Building,

where later today a press conference will be held

to reveal details - Your dad and I have something to do.

Of the shooting of America's Most Wanted.

Patrick "Sully" Sullivan was shockingly found

right here in Los Angeles just two weeks ago.

- Sullivan was allegedly-- - Don't miss the bus.

I'm gonna drive the kids to school. I'll meet you there.

Are you gonna have time?

I'll be there. I promise.

Come on, let's go.

Really? Shh.

You're doing great.

Stop riding the brake.

Where are you and Mom going that's so secret?

Therapy-

- Eyes on the road, please. - Sorry.

- Why? - They're having problems.

- We were staying in a hotel, remember? - We're doing fine.

Just drive the car right now, okay? Let's not talk about me and Mom.

- Conor? - What?

Shut up.

It was a very bad year.

His father came out of prison and made Ray crazy.

And they fought all year.

But he's gone now, right, Ray?

He's gone.

If we're going to make any progress here,

I think it's important for both of you to own your own side of the street.

Okay?

Who wants to go first?

Well, Mickey was here because I brought him here.

I let him in.

I wrote to him in prison without Ray knowing about it.

That was a terrible thing to do.

And then I let him see the kids.

Thank you for your honesty, Abby.

- Ray? - Yeah?

I think we need to talk about your violence, Ray.

Your children saw you hit Grandpa with a gun.

He's "Grandpa" now?

Sorry they saw that.

They saw you manhandle Bridget's young friend,

they saw you passed out on a beach, covered in blood.

They didn't know what happened to you. They thought Daddy was dead.

Can you imagine how that felt?

Yes. Yes. I can.

Can we make a contract here, Ray?

How about no more violence in front of the kids?

No more blood?

Can we agree to that?

Sure. Sounds reasonable.

I love my family, you know, so... Heh.

I'm sorry, I--

I gotta go. Yeah.

Thanks. Ahem. Yeah.

All right. That--

That went fairly well.

It did.

And how are things with you?

Good. Really good.

It's not all bad.

So you're still having sex two times a day?

Why are you so obsessed with that? I know women who would love

to be fucked by their husbands two times a day.

Abby,

is it possible his hypersexual behaviour

is a symptom of his abuse?

Is it possible he just likes to fuck?

Until he can face his molestation,

I'm afraid your marriage is going to be in trouble.

I should never have told you about that.

- Yeah. - Ray.

We're fucked. The director's back.

He's not buying the story.

What'd you do, Frank?

Ray, calm down.

What'd you fucking do?

I'm coming there.

Ray--?

What? Ballistics came back

Fucking ballistics, Ray- How'd you fuck it up, Frank'?

They pulled the bullet from Avi's chest, and it matched Sully's gun.

They know he was there. They know he works for you.

What was I to do, Ray? He knew I was fucking lying.

Piece of shit.

Ray, give me a fucking minute, will you? Ray. Ray.

This isn't Volcheck we're dealing with.

Cochran's the next in line to take over the bureau.

Fuck, Ray, don't do this.

How are we to keep our stories straight?

- We're not. - Excuse me. Can I help you?

I'm Ray Donovan.

Yeah. Oh, I know who you are.

You're a bag man for movie stars.

You're also an extortionist and a wiretapper.

Well, you're an all-around piece of shit.

So why am I standing here?

Because you were on that dock that night. I would really like to know why.

Ahem. Okay, look, uh, I have a press conference today.

I was all set to give the Medal of Valor to Agent Volcheck

and this fucking idiot when I got this ballistics report back.

Now, would you like to tell me what really happened?

You don't wanna know what really happened.

Your father is Mickey Donovan, right?

So what? Why was he there that night?

- You don't wanna know. - Oh, I've had enough of this shit.

- I'm putting you away, pal. - I brought Sully here to kill my father.

Paid him $2 million to do it.

Jesus fucking Christ, Ray.

Will you shut the fuck up?

Wow. Huh.

That didn't work out so well, did it?

No.

Either of you two guys wanna tell me who the fuck shot Sully?

My father.

Okay, so actually--

Get the fuck out of my sight.

All right, I need your father in this office right away.

What for?

I'm not gonna take your word for all this shit, am I?

Listen to me.

Do yourself a favour, have your press conference,

tell your story, enjoy your moment.

America's Most Wanted is dead.

You're a hero.

God bless America.

Ray.

You don't know where he is, do you?

Fuck you.

Faster taps. Speed is power.

Flip it. Flip it. All right, on the balls of your feet.

Right there. Right there. Beautiful.

Terrance, what the fuck?

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

Take over.

Oh, shit.

Pat Riley up in this motherfucker.

I look okay?

You look clean, yeah. You got any long pants?

No.

Don't worry about it. You look good.

All right, hands up. Hands up, on your toes. Come on.

You know that.

Okay, get that.

There you go. There you go...

Hello?

Hello?

Where's Mick?

He's in Mexico, but I don't know where.

I need to find him, Terry.

Ray, come on.

- Leave it alone. - No. I can't.

It's for business.

It's not business.

It's just you.

Hey. Hey, Bunch.

Do I look okay?

I don't have any long pants.

You look fine, Bunch.

- You know where Mick is? - No.

He left town. What do you care?

Where's Daryll?

What up? It's Ray. Where's Mick?

Oh, so now you call me?

I need to find him, Daryll.

You're the Magnum, P.I., motherfucker. Ha, ha, you find him.

Shit.

Yeah? Yo, I fucked up, dawg.

I fucked up big. You have to get over here ASAP.

My sister's boyfriend. He hangs out at my house all the time.

- I love this song. - He's full of shit.

He's always saying he knows all these fucking famous people.

Tommy Wheeler, Marvin Gaye Washington.

- Oh, dude. - You all right?

You all right?

I cannot believe this.

I cannot believe this!

I leave my house for 24 hours.

I'm sorry.

And I come back to find you and my husband in my bed.

What is wrong with you?

How old are you?

It doesn't matter, okay?

It didn't snow, dawg. It didn't snow, so she came home early.

It's that global warming. Big Bear didn't have no snow.

She's home.

Who's the girl?

I was at American Idol last night. She's top three.

What's her name?

Bitch can sing! She gonna win.

You don't know her name, do you?

- Let me explain! - I am going to kick your ass!

And after I kick your ass, I'm kicking his ass.

You got guns in there? Hell, no.

They locked up downstairs.

I got kids in here, man.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

I'm sick and tired of this motherfucker, Ray.

Yeah, I know you are.

He's a piece of shit. Yes.

You should shoot him.

What? Go ahead.

Keep pressure on that. Oh, my God, I'm dying.

I was supposed to perform tonight.

Now I'm gonna die at number three.

My insurance card is in the inside pocket.

What are you doing? Are you crazy?

Keep your mouth shut, you hear me? Yeah?

Mr. Donovan, it's Principal Amato.

There's been an incident here involving your son, Conor.

Your wife is on her way.

- Is he all right? - He's fine, but he is in serious trouble.

You need to come in here right away.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Shut up.

Get out of the car.

You wanna go onstage tonight and have a chance to win?

Or you wanna be the girl that got fucked by Deonte Brown and shot by his wife?

Huh?

I gotta go.

All right, wait here.

No, I wanna go to Cedars right now.

Do what I tell you, you'll be there in a few minutes.

Listen to me. No.

You were mugged, understand?

Big guy with a hoodie. You didn't see his face, all right?

No, please don't leave me.

Hey, how you doing?

How do you think I'm doing? I'm fucking dying.

Calm down, take a deep breath. Okay?

Yeah. I'd like to report a mugging.

A girl's just been shot. She's bleeding. Please hurry.

It's at the park at North Beverly and Sunset.

Thank you. You're a good singer. I've seen you perform.

You watch the show? Oh, yeah, and I love it.

And I think you got a real shot too.

But if you don't follow the story I'm about to tell you,

we're gonna shoot you again.

Gracias.

I was born in Veracruz.

Near Coatzacoalcos. Do you know where that is?

I was raised by Catholics.

By the time I was 10, they figured out that I had dyslexia.

Ay, como chingas, it was so crazy.

- Hey, boy. - Hey, yo.

- My boy. - Good to see you, Pop.

- You look good. - Yeah.

- You ready? - Hell, yeah.

Come on, Pop, I stay ready. So how big is this guy? ls he big?

He's a Mexican. How big could he be?

Don't worry about it. Here, have a seat.

Hola. Sit. Eat.

We got fresh red snapper.

What's your name again?

Mickey, how many times I gotta tell you? Jazmin.

This is Daryll.

My son. Wow, this looks great.

It's all for you. All for you.

- There you go. - Mickey.

- I was just looking for you, man. - Oh, yeah? What for?

You're late.

I want the room another month. How much do I owe you?

Three hundred for the room, 100 for the puta.

Don't insult the lady. I'll knock your teeth out.

You know how much an ass like that would cost in L.A.?

Boop!

You'll help me out, kid?

Um... Hm.

Yeah, I mean-- I'll see how much I got.

This is-- Let's see. There we go.

There. I'll give you the rest after the fight tonight.

Si, Mickey.

How are the boys? You know, they're all right.

They miss me?

You seen Ray?

Mm-mm.

- Are you the fighter? - Yes, I am. You gonna come tonight?

- Oh, you want my autograph? - Yes.

El Negro? What kind of shit is this?

Pop, they're calling me negro down here.

It's El Negro. It's Mexican. It's...

It's different. It's fucked up.

You're fine. No, it's fucked up.

What's your name, little man? My name is Noe-.

Noé? Well, I'm Daryll Donovan.

The Black Irish.

- Here you go, homey. - Thank you.

You're welcome.

Here. Have a drink. Relax.

Relax? Pop, I'm about to have a fight in a couple hours,

and you're offering me a fucking drink?

Good point.

I made my dad leave my apartment.

Living on my own again.

Like a grown-up.

It ain't all roses and rainbows.

Sometimes I get lonely.

The good part is I'm not around his porn no more. Heh.

No. No more booze, no more coke,

no more hookers.

I-- I got a job interview at a bike shop today.

You'd be good at that, Bunchy.

You look good, Bunch. I like the tie.

Thanks.

Thanks, guys.

- You trace the call? - Yeah.

My guy from AT&T

says that Daryll was driving past a cell phone tower in Baja.

- Heading south. - All right. Stay on it.

I will.

- Av. - Yeah?

- You feeling okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm healing nicely. Thanks.

We'll put it on your account, Ray.

Thanks, doll.

Hi.

I'm Stan.

Bunchy.

That's a great tie.

Thanks. Heh, heh.

I'm new to all this.

I wish I could put my abuse behind me the way that you have.

Yeah?

I didn't put it behind me so much as I buried it.

I really connected with you.

Do you wanna maybe grab a bite to eat?

Talk about it?

No, I-- I gotta get to my job interview.

Oh, ye-- Heh, heh.

Um...

Well, maybe another time.

Yeah. Maybe.

Okay.

Hey, good luck.

I really like bikes.

Anything on two wheels, I can fix.

Handlebars, gears.

Doesn't matter. I can fix anything in this store.

Brendan, there's a blank here.

Who's your previous employer?

The Boston Globe.

Really? That's impressive. What did you do there?

I delivered it.

There were words exchanged.

The other boy knocked Conor's cell phone out of his hands.

Conor retaliated by pushing the boy down a flight of stairs.

So the other kid started it?

He has a broken collarbone, Ray.

We have a zero-tolerance policy

for violence here at Calabasas High School.

This is a very serious situation.

We have to be prepared now for a potential lawsuit,

or even a criminal investigation.

Five days, Con?

What am I supposed to do? Stay home and babysit?

I have a life too.

Come here.

We'll take care of this.

All right? We're gonna call the kid's parents,

go to their house, we'll apologise. For what? He threw my phone

on the ground and broke it. You pushed him down the stairs.

- We can get sued. - Really?

Yeah, really.

It's all right. We'll sort it out tonight.

Get in the car. Sweetheart.

- Thank you. - For what?

For coming here to deal with this.

I know you're busy.

Nothing's more important.

I'll see you later.

I need you, Raymond.

Es de Hollywood, California,

Daryll "El Negro" Donovan!

El Negro!

The crowd is gonna be against you on this one.

- You gotta use that shit to fuel your fire. - Yeah.

Make them remember El Negro, huh?

Okay, yeah. All right, breathe. Breathe.

Miguel “La Fuerza" Montago!

Fuerza! Fuerza! Fuerza!

You kidding me, Mickey? That guy's fucking huge.

All right, he's a little bit bigger than I thought.

But who the fuck trained you?

Keep dancing,

keep moving. Stick him when you can. You can take this cocksucker.

Look at me. You can take him.

Mind over matter.

Use your feet. Keep your distance.

Get away from him.

Stick and move.

Fuerza! Fuerza! Fuerza!

I wanna talk to you about Ray Donovan.

He works for you, right?

I hire his company from time to time.

What kind of, uh, business do you hire him for?

Well, he's also a client,

which means I can't discuss anything about him.

Right. I see.

Is Mickey Donovan also a client?

Why are you asking me questions about Mickey Donovan?

I don't know anything about him.

So I guess you couldn't tell me where he is, then?

No. ls there an investigation I should know about?

Not at this time. I don't know. I just wanted this to be an informal chat.

Oh, look. Here's your boy now.

- He's not my boy. How dare you. - You need to find your father.

You got, uh, 24 hours.

Mr. Goldman.

Pleasure chatting with you.

- What'd you tell him? - I didn't tell him anything.

But where were you? Why is he looking for Mickey?

I thought all that was over. What does he want?

Relax, Ezra. I can't relax.

Don't you know what's at stake?

What?

I don't know what that means, Ezra.

"To repair the world."

- We must repair the world, Raymond. - Right.

The Ruth Goldman Cancer Center

is the most important thing in my life. - Yeah, I know.

While I was ill last year, a lot of people took advantage.

They stopped digging at the site, Raymond.

We're at least 50 million short.

You're gonna help me make good on these pledges.

It's gonna be the toughest thing we've ever had to do.

I need your help. I know you do.

I can't spend the rest of my life in prison.

Do you have it all under control, Raymond?

Yeah. Yeah.

I love Sylvia Plath.

Sylvia Plath was a freak. She should have been on Lexapro.

She had no one. I mean, her husband fell in love with someone else.

And she wrote all the poems in Ariel, and it was so cold that winter.

- She should've moved. - She couldn't.

She had two little kids. She was so brave.

- You're a freak, Bridg. - Ha, ha!

Shit.

Do you know why I pulled you over? No.

Made a right turn without putting on your blinker.

On, my God, I did?

What's your name?

Bridget Donovan.

- Is that your backpack? - Yeah, why?

Miss, could you step out of the car, please?

- What did I do? - Just step out of the car, please.

Right now.

Stand over here, please.

Hey.

- How's the girl? - For someone who got shot

a couple hours ago, not bad. They buy her story?

- Yeah. She did great. - Thanks, hon.

Of course.

Hey.

Daddy?

Bridg?

- Bridg. - Hello, Mr. Donovan.

Officer Jansen. I'm here with your daughter.

Pulled over a friend of hers and found marijuana in Bridget's backpack.

What the fuck are you talking about?

But she seems like a good kid, so we're gonna let her go this time.

Put her back on.

I don't understand, Daddy. I-- I didn't do it.

I don't have any pot.

I know you didn't do it. You know how I know?

Because you're my girl and I trust you.

Sweetheart, you're gonna be okay,

but I need you to go home right now, all right?

Okay, Daddy.

Listen, can you hold off telling Mom for a while?

I just want time to figure out how to tell her.

- Can we do that? - Yes.

Okay.

I'll see you at home. You okay?

I'm okay, Daddy.

Put the officer back on.

Love you.

Yeah?

Tell Cochran I got his message.

Time. Get in.

- Fite Club. - Where the fuck's my brother?

Which one?

The fuck you doing here?

Hey.

What, are you stalking her now?

You gotta stay away from her, Terry.

Hey, you listening to me?

- You put a hand on me, I'll lay you out. - Come on.

I need you to tell me where Mick is. Why?

So the both of you can fuck it all up again?

Leave him be. He's better off gone.

I'm in trouble, Terry.

If I don't find Mickey and bring him back, it's over for me.

I need your help.

Please.

Ah!

Blow on them. Blow on them for luck. Yeah.

Oooh!

Are you okay?

You're gonna die.

Here.

Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, uno mas!

Drinks, on me.

So you bet against me?

My heart was with you, kid.

My money was against you.

When you're ready, I'll bet for you.

Ready? Mickey, you put me in there with a fucking monster.

There isn't any getting ready for that. Look at my fucking face.

And that's why

you get half.

Here. Take this.

- I don't want your fucking money. - Hey.

Don't get mad.

This is only the beginning.

Got a good thing going here.

What, and end up just like Terry?

You think I gave him that disease?

Doctor told me they don't know how he got it.

Maybe it's hereditary. Maybe I'm next.

Maybe you got it already. Who knows?

Daryll.

- Yeah? - He's in Rosarito.

I know. Then what do you need me for, then?

Where in Rosarito?

This place called Lucy's.

Thanks, Daryll.

Where are you?

I'll be back tomorrow.

I thought you and Conor were gonna go apologise to that kid tonight.

I can't. Something came up.

Well, I'm not taking him.

Conor's gonna be okay.

I'll take him tomorrow, I promise.

All right, Ray.

Whatever you say.

Look, Abs, I'm sorry.

I gotta go.

A member of our family was brutally attacked this morning.

We've received thousands of e-mails asking, "How is Tiffany?"

We have an answer

right now.

Ema! She's on!

This is the girl that Lena helped.

- Today. - Really?

Is that her real hair?

Yeah, I think so.

What about her breasts?

- Hard to tell. - Shh!

Listen.

I've been moving to this song my whole life.

What the fuck does it mean?

- You want to dance "La Bamba"? - Yeah.

"You need a little bit of grace, a little bit of grace

for me and for you."

Whoa, I got a little bit of grace

for me and for you. Ooh!

- What else does it say? - "I am not a sailor, I am a captain."

What did you say?

I'm not a sailor, I'm a captain.

That son of a bitch.

Ray. Ray-Ray.

Ray-Ray.

What are you doing here? My son.

- My son. - Oh, we thought

the other one was your son. That was my son.

That was El Negro.

This one's El Blanco.

I came to take you back, Mick.

What? No.

Come on, you just got here.

We're going back. Come on.

Fuck you.

You prick. I'm not a sailor.

I'm a captain.

Hoo-hoo!

- You're the captain, huh, Mick? - Yeah.

All right.

- Hello? - I got him.

All right, good.