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, Dawg.
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 in a month
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?
Since he's been back here,
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.
You 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.
Then 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 to him? - I don't remember.
You have to remember.
I can't.
I have a brain tumor.
I'm the guy that 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.
I'm not leaving here until you fuck me.
Get over to my apartment right away.
I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.
Your son's getting in fights.
- What's your name? - Marvin Gaye Washington.
I want to 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 you want.
What I want, you can't give me.
- Try me. - Emotional honesty.
Ah, geez.
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.
Is that the one that abused Bunchy?
Wasn't only Bunch.
I told you what happened with that man.
You called me a liar, and you beat the shit out of me.
You've been dead to me since I was ten years old.
It was an accident.
I need help.
Bunchy shot him.
They don't know, do they?
I told you to shut up.
I loved you.
- Sync and corrections by Albanda - - www.Addic7ed.com -
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.
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.
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, Bridget, check it out.
He just got eight 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 want to 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 two fighting about?
Bridget's being a fucking douche bag.
- Hey. - Cut it out.
Thanks, Bill. I'm outside the federal building in Westwood,
where later today a press conference will be held
to reveal the long-awaited 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.
♪ Never knew my daddy ♪
♪ so my memory's kind of filthy ♪
♪ slippin' on the darkness ♪
♪ all these niggas want to kill me. ♪
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...
I'm sorry, I...
I got to go.
Yeah.
- Thanks. - 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-his...
Hypersexual behavior
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... ?
Ballistics came back.
What are you talking about?
The fucking ballistics, Ray.
So 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, and they know he works for you.
What was I supposed to do, Ray, huh?
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 supposed 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, basically, you're an all-around piece of shit.
So, why am I standing here?
Because you were on that dock that night,
and I would really like to know why.
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 want to know what really happened.
Your father is Mickey Donovan, right?
- So what? - Why was he there that night?
You don't want to know.
Oh, I've had enough of this shit.
I'm putting you away, pal.
I brought Sully out here to kill my father.
Paid him $2 million to do it.
Jesus fucking Christ, Ray.
Will you shut the fuck up?
Wow.
That didn't work out so well, now, did it?
No.
Either of you two guys
want to tell me who the fuck shot Sully?
My father.
Uh, 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, now, am I?
Listen to me.
Do yourself a favor...
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.
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.
You find him.
Shit.
Yeah?
Yo, I fucked up, Dawg.
I fucked up big.
You have to get over here asap.
It's 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...
Oh, dude... !
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 ain't snow, Dawg.
It ain't snow, so she came home early.
It's that global warming;
big bear, they have no snow.
She's home.
Who's the girl?
I-I was at American idol last night.
She's top three.
What's her name?
Bitch can sing! She-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, like you told me.
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.
- Huh? - 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 at the school
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 want to go onstage tonight
and have a chance to win?
Or do you want to be the girl
that got fucked by Deonte Brown
and shot by his wife?
Huh?
I gotta go.
All right, wait here.
No, I want to go to Cedar's right now.
Do what I tell you,
you'll be there in a few minutes.
- Listen to me. - No!
You were mugged, you 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, hi. I'd like to report a mugging.
A girl's just been shot,
and she's bleeding, so please hurry.
Uh, 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, 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 ten, though,
they figured out that I had dyslexia.
Ay, como chingas. It was so crazy.
Hey, boy!
Hey, yo!
My... 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? Is he big?
He's a Mexican. How big could he be?
Don't worry about it.
Here, have a seat.
- Hola. - Hi.
Sit. Eat.
We got fresh red snapper.
What's your name again, sweetheart?
Como chingas, Mickey.
How many times I got to tell you?
- Jazmin. - This is Daryll.
- Whoo. - My son.
Wow. This looks great.
So, I'll see you and I'll see you.
- Here you go. - Mickey...
I was just looking for you, man.
Oh, yeah? What for?
Too late.
I want the room another month.
How much do I owe you?
Uh, $300 for the room and $100 for the puta.
Don't insult the lady.
I'll knock your fucking teeth out.
You know how much
an ass like that would cost in L.A.?
Boop.
You'll help me out, kid?
Um...
Yeah, I mean, uh... 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.
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. - Nah, it's fucked-up.
- You're fine. - No, it's fucked-up.
What's your name, little man?
My name is Noe.
Noe?
Well, I'm Daryll Donovan.
Black Irish.
Here you go, homie.
- 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.
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.
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 want to maybe...
Grab a bite to eat?
Talk about it?
Aw... nah, I...
Got to get to my job interview.
Oh, y...
Um...
Well, uh, maybe another time.
Yeah.
- Maybe. - Okay.
Hey, good luck.
I really like bikes.
Anything on two wheels, I can fix.
Handlebars, gears, you know, doesn't matter.
I can fix anything in this store.
Brendan, there's a blank here.
Who's your previous employer?
Uh...
Uh, The Boston Globe.
Oh, 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 collar bone, 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 over to their house and we'll apologize.
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.
Â¡Damas y caballeros!
desde Hollywood, California,
Daryll "El Negro" Donovan!
The crowd is gonna be against you on this one.
You got to use that shit
- to fuel your fire. - Yeah.
Make 'em remember El Negro. Huh?
- Okay, yeah. - All right, breathe.
Miguel "La Fuerza" Montago!
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.
Uno, dos, tres,
Cuatro, cinco, seis,
siete, ocho,
nueve, diez.
I want to 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, uh, Mickey Donovan also a client?
Why are you asking me questions about Mickey Donovan?
I don't know anything about him.
So I guess, uh, you
- couldn't tell me where he is, then? - No.
Is 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?
Tikkun olam.
What?
Tikkun olam.
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 have to 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. You know, she had two little kids.
She was so brave.
You're a freak, Bridg.
Shit.
- Do you know why I pulled you over? - No.
You just made a right turn without putting on your blinker.
Oh, my God, I did?
What's your name?
Bridget Donovan.
Is that your backpack?
Y-yeah, why?
Miss, could you step out of the car, please?
Why? 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.
Course.
Hey.
Daddy?
Bridg?
Bridg...
Hello, Mr. Donovan.
This is officer Jansen.
I'm here with your daughter.
Pulled over a friend of hers and found an ounce
of marijuana in Bridget's backpack.
The fuck 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 a little 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.
Fite club.
Where the fuck's my brother?
Which one?
The fuck you doing here?
Hey.
What, are you stalking her now?
You got to stay away from her, Terry.
Hey, you listening to me?
Hey, 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.
Oh-ho!
Ah.
Blow on 'em. Blow on 'em for luck. Yeah.
Ooh...
Uno!
Dos! Tres!
Cuatro! Cinco!
Seis! Siete!
Oh!
Are you okay?
Here.
Have another one!
Jefe... para todos.
- Drinks on me. - ÿTodos?
Para todos.
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?
Is that what you think?
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, motherfucker?
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 apologize 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 got to go.
_
A member of our family was brutally attacked this morning.
We've received thousands of e-mails
"How is Tiffany?"
We have an answer...
Right... now.
♪ Every night ♪
♪ in my dreams ♪
♪ I see you ♪
♪ I feel you ♪
- ♪ that is how ♪ - Ema!
- ♪ I know you ♪ - She's on!
♪ go on ♪
♪ Far across the distance ♪
♪ and spaces ♪
♪ between us ♪
♪ you have come ♪
♪ to show you... ♪
This is the girl that Lena helped.
- Today. - Oh. Really?
Ah.
- ♪ Near ♪ - Is that her real hair?
- ♪ Far ♪ - Yeah, I think so.
♪ Wherever you are ♪
- ♪ I believe ♪ - What about her breasts?
- ♪ that our love ♪ - Hard to tell.
- ♪ does go on ♪ - Shh. Listen.
♪ Once more ♪
♪ you open the door ♪
♪ and you're here ♪
♪ in my heart and ♪
♪ my heart will go on ♪
♪ and on... ♪
♪ El inocente ♪
♪ porque tengo muchachas ♪
♪ porque tengo muchachas de quince... ♪
I've been moving to this song my whole life.
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.
Mm-hmm.
What else does it say?
"I am not a sailor, I'm a captain."
♪ Soy capitán, soy capitán... ♪
What did you say?
"I'm not a sailor, I'm a captain."
That son of a bitch.
♪ Ooh... ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh... ♪
♪ Vamos a bailar la bamba ♪
♪ vamos a bailar la bamba... ♪
♪ Sabía si no me quiero ♪
♪ si no me quiero ♪
♪ tengo la pasión ♪
♪ la pasión... ♪
Ray... Ray-Ray.
Ray-Ray.
What are you doing here?
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.
Amigos.
ÿQuien soy?
- El capitán. - El capitán.
Capitán.
You're the captain, huh, Mick?
Yeah.
All right.
Hello?
I got him.
All right, good.
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