Previously on Ray Donovan:
I know you want me. I know you wanna be with me.
- Are you out of your mind? - You followed me?
- Fucking right I did. - She's gonna tell Dad.
- If she does, he'll kill him. - And maybe he deserves it?
If anyone lays a hand on him, you'll never fucking see me again.
That did not happen.
- I ain't fucking senile. - Fine. You're not senile.
Tell Joe Friday you wanna wear a wire and get your brains blown out.
You want out?
There is no out.
You gotta leave L.A.
You tricked their grandfather into signing away his rights.
Or you're the kind of son that dumps his demented old man in a nursing home.
Either way, they're gonna hate you.
Unless you wanna go to jail, you'll do exactly what we agreed to.
Andrew Finney was telling the chief of police you killed the guy.
Has he been arrested?
They'll want to talk to you before they charge him.
You're going down for the one murder you didn't commit.
That's divine retribution.
Where's the poker?
Fuck yourself, you Irish piece of shit.
- Ah! God! - Where's the poker?
Ray Donovan, we have a warrant to search the premises.
Tell the truth and get it all.
You play your cards right, you might even keep the team.
- Why would your father kill your husband? - They were lovers.
Anyone see you come in?
No. I took the service entrance.
I'll wait downstairs.
Stay here.
Keep out of the shit show for a while.
I'll get your PR people to come by tomorrow.
There are more helicopters outside my dad's house...
than when O.J. took the white Bronco down the 405.
Yeah.
How they love to see the mighty fall.
You did the right thing, Paige.
Do you think that's a comfort?
I don't know.
Key's on the counter.
You know, my father never would have killed Varick if you weren't around.
He fell in love with the idea...
that there was always gonna be someone there to save him from himself.
I'll have my girl check on you in the morning.
Are you sure you can't stay?
Santa Monica. By the pier.
I'll be at the Paradise Inn.
Please hurry. I'm really scared.
Bridget?
Bridg?
Baby, wake up.
Nene, wake up.
I wanna play.
Come on.
I wanna play.
What are you doing?
Don't you fucking speak without my permission.
Oh, shit. Unh!
Disobey me, you mariquita?
Did you just call me "margarita"?
Say you're sorry, motherfucker, or I'll pull it off.
Um, I'm sorry.
- Louder. - I'm sorry.
I bet you are.
Unh!
Happy?
Yeah.
Then get up.
We're going out.
It's the middle of the night.
I'm taking you somewhere.
Come on.
Pants on, bitch.
You're not gonna wanna miss this.
In the L.A. basin...
upper elevations and in some parts of the Inland Empire.
All in all, plenty of sunshine and really clear skies.
This is Darby Jackson with your Southern California daily weather.
Now, back to tonight's top story.
Police were dispatched to media mogul Andrew Finney's Bel-Air estate...
just hours ago after hearing reports of a fire burning on the property.
When investigators arrived at the scene, the blaze contained the remains...
- Raymond? - Of an unidentified adult male.
Sources are currently saying the victim...
may have been an employee of the Finney organis...
Where is everybody?
Conor's at a friend's house and, uh...
Abby's out looking for Bridget.
Why is she looking for Bridget?
Sit down. There's something I gotta tell you.
Bridget got involved with someone at school.
Who?
Her math teacher.
What the fuck are you talking about?
How'd you know they were his drugs?
We found the bottle in her purse. The prescription had his name on it.
Are you all right?
How long have you known about this?
A few days.
- A few days, huh? - Yeah, we talked about it and...
- You're not my kid's father. - We thought it was under control.
You keep fucking saying "we." You and Abby? Huh?
What's going on, Terry? You got a little crush on my wife?
I know you're fucked up in the head, but don't get confused about that.
I'm not confused. You're the one that don't get it.
- Don't get what? - Disgrace, the way you treat her.
You're cheating like the old man.
- What? - You heard what I said.
Stop it.
Just, both of you, fucking stop it.
Why'd you keep this from me?
Because I knew you'd go fucking nuts.
That's not your decision to make.
She's my fucking daughter.
- I know how you handle things. - What's that supposed to mean?
You have problems with shit like this.
Until you face something ugly and need me to make it go away.
What Abby's trying to say...
Do I need you to tell me what my fucking wife is saying, huh?
You got some kind of inside line?
No, he's just been here helping me while you've been out chasing Paige Finney.
Fuck you. Pack your shit and get out before I'm back.
You're not going anywhere.
It's not your decision.
Where does he live?
- What? - The teacher. Where does he live?
He's not home. I was just there.
Where does he live, Abby?
Tell him.
That was wrong.
I shouldn't have talked to him like that.
He needed to hear it.
I'm glad you said it.
It's her. She's at Mickey's.
You've been out all night. I'll go get her.
- I'll come with you. - No. No.
I don't want Ray thinking that we are acting as a team.
Now, when your husband comes back...
you are gonna talk...
and you're gonna fix things.
- Yeah? - She's at Mickey's.
Terry went to go pick her up.
I'll meet him there.
You didn't have to be so hard on him.
He didn't do anything wrong.
Ray, are you there?
Yeah.
Look, just tell him you didn't mean it. Tell him you don't want him to leave.
Otherwise he'll pack his bags, and he'll never come back.
Is that what you want?
Ray?
I'll talk to him.
Oh. My beautiful, beautiful boy.
I missed you so much.
Bring Davros some manti.
Prison food is shit.
You want some bread and pickles with that?
It's true, what Vartan said about Mickey?
Nothing is ever easy.
Hmm. It's good. Heh.
They put enough sumac for once.
I'm sorry I stole the car. I don't know what the hell I was thinking.
I'm not worth it.
My own mother hates me.
Six-one thousand.
Seven-one thousand.
Eight-one thousand.
- Nine-one thousand. - Hurry.
- Ten-one thousand. - She's good.
All right. Ready or not, here I come.
- One, two, three, coke shuffle. - Heh, heh, heh.
You clever girls. I wonder where it could be.
It's not over here.
Doesn't seem to be over here.
Oh, look what I found.
- I found it. - You found coke? Heh.
- Really? - Don't move.
Oh, fuck you, Ray.
- It's yours. Go ahead. Here's the straw. - I'm counting?
- Yeah, count. You guys hide. - You're it.
- I'm hiding it. - Hide it.
Now we hide it.
Oh, timeout. I gotta take this.
Ah, hello, sweetie pie.
Are you all right?
I'm scared to go home.
I told my mother that I'm at your apartment.
Oh. What happened?
Dad found out about my new boyfriend.
And he's gonna hurt him. Can you please tell them that I'm there with you?
Oh, if I do that, he'd come right over.
Come back and bite you.
Forget it. Never mind.
- Are you okay? - No, I'm not.
It's not okay. My dad found out. And he's gonna hurt you.
Okay, Bridget, slow down a minute.
You don't know him, okay? He can be a very dangerous person.
We need to leave Los Angeles.
Leave Los Angeles? Bridget, that's insane.
Well, then you need to stay here with me.
In a hotel room with you? Yeah, that's gonna calm everyone down.
Okay, come on. Let's...
Let's go for a walk.
Okay? We'll think of something.
I don't think you're supposed to walk in the woods at night.
Who says?
Well, there's snakes and then coyotes and shit.
They fuck with us, they'll have a problem.
Well, how do you even know about this place?
We used to smoke weed out here when I was in high school.
This is where I lost my virginity.
I didn't know Mexicans hiked.
I'm gonna pretend you didn't just fucking say that.
Terry. What's going on, baby?
Where's Bridget?
What? What do you mean? Why would Bridget be here?
Terry. Come on in.
Take your pants off. Heh, heh.
Is Bridget with you?
I don't think so.
Oh, shit.
What's up, man?
Abby, I'm at Mick's. She's not here.
- She must have lied. - She called me.
I'll call you back.
- She called me. - When?
A few minutes ago.
Wanted me to cover for her.
Something about Ray not liking her new boyfriend.
You should have told us. You don't sit on shit like that.
I can call her.
See if she'll pick up for me.
See if I can meet her somewhere.
Yeah.
Oh, she ain't answering.
Shit! Mick, get down!
Bridget!
- Bridget! - Ray. Ray.
- Bridget! - Michelle's dead.
- Ray. - She's dead.
- Ray, she's not here. - Where the fuck's my daughter?
- She's not here! She's not here, man. - Where is she? Bridget!
They're gone, Ray.
Ray-
Terry's shot. Terry's been shot, Ray.
Oh, fuck.
Come on, Ter. Look at me, Terry. Terry, can you hear me?
- What happened? What happened? - Oh, fuck.
We gotta get him to the hospital, Ray.
- Can you move, Ter? - Terry.
Look at me. Stay awake.
- Come on. Lift him up. - Up.
- Unh! - All right, get his leg.
Come on. Come on, Terry.
Let's go.
Shh. Shh.
You.
We need help. Get over here.
Get over here.
Come on, Terry.
Wake up, Ter. Hey.
There you go. There you go. Stay awake.
- Keep pressure. - Surgeon to the bay.
Stay awake, Terry. I mean it, keep your eyes open.
- Get me a priest. - You don't need a fucking priest.
- You need to keep your eyes open. - Get me a priest.
Stay back here, please.
Your brother has experienced massive hypovolemia.
It means he's lost most of the blood in his body.
There are two arteries in the abdomen called the mesenteric arteries.
Judging from the blood loss, at least one of Terry's is ruptured.
Now, the plan is to perform a series of transfusions during the surgery...
using universal donor blood to try to keep his heart beating...
while we do our best to stop the bleeding.
Mr. Donovan?
Your brother will be in surgery for several hours.
We'll check in with you as soon as we know anything.
What'd you find out?
Two of the Minassians got busted on the docks...
- after you pulled Mickey from the sting. - And they blame him.
Well, the APS has a process for informers. They call it "cutting the tree."
They go after every family member, Ray.
Stay at the office.
I'll call you later.
How bad is it?
What are the doctors saying?
He's still in surgery.
Jesus Christ. I sent him over there.
Don't do that.
He did it for me. And I fucking let him, Ray.
Abs, stop.
I got too close to him.
Am I responsible for this?
You're the last person who's responsible for this.
Here.
What the hell happened, Mickey?
Gangs. Turf war.
Wrong place, wrong time, I guess.
"Wrong place, wrong time"?
We both know who that bullet was meant for.
What the fuck does that mean?
Nothing.
Ray-
Those Minassians aren't gonna stop.
We need to do something.
Let me make something absolutely fucking clear to you.
We are not doing anything.
- Where you going? - I gotta take care of something.
So your father wants to kill me.
I'm gonna lose my job, my teaching credentials.
Maybe have to register as a sex offender because apparently...
no matter what actually happened, I'm guilty.
- It's like a Kafka novel. - Heh.
Hannah Montana.
- What? - You.
Your man wanna buy you a bracelet?
You don't have to. I mean, it's...
Sure.
True love. Right on.
A souvenir to remember the night your math teacher lost his job.
If they're gonna blame you for being with me...
why not just be with me?
You all right, kiddo?
You know, I didn't even know her real last name, Pop.
It's Kravitz.
I didn't even know that, Pop.
- Daryll... - No.
It's cool. It's cool.
Get everything they've got from SID.
Okay, I'll go talk to the manager.
Officer.
Uh. I got nothing to wear. No stores are open.
And when I made my statement, they said I could grab a change of clothes.
Come on. Only touch what I tell you to.
Sure.
I feel a hundred percent better.
Do you think I could grab a little something to eat? I'm starving.
You got 30 seconds.
Okay. Thank you.
You know, just need a little something.
Dessert.
That's something, huh?
You never been up here, huh?
No. Nah.
And how long have you lived in L.A.?
Long time.
But I don't like the woods.
That's gonna have to change, Brendan.
Kids need to get out in nature.
You put a fucking baby in me.
What?
- You're not happy? - Um...
How'd it happen so quick?
You were firing real bullets, Brendan.
That's gonna be your fucking reaction?
I just...
Say something good.
I can't fucking believe you.
Okay.
I'm coming in the side door. You take the front door.
You hear me open fire, you don't stop shooting.
Yeah?
Bridget turned her phone off, took her SIM card out.
But Donellen didn't so I tracked him to Santa Monica.
- Is she with him? - I don't know yet.
- All right. I'll get there as soon as I can. - Okay.
No, no, no. Come on.
Always in the middle of everything, this fucking guy!
You got some balls coming around here. Unh!
Fuck it. Let's go.
Come on, Avi.
Avi!
You think this is over?
You think you can kill my boys...
and it stops?
This will never stop.
You are dead.
All of you are dead.
Your children are dead.
Fuck you. And fuck you.
And fuck...
And fuck you.
Jesus fucking Christ.
This water old?
Want a sip?
- Yeah? - You find her?
No, but there's a motel here. Let me talk to the clerk.
Already guilty.
What...? What is it?
:13?"...
I...
Uh, please put this on.
Why?
Just put it back on.
Oh, God.
What am I doing here?
What am I...? What am I doing here?
It's okay.
- Oh, my God. - It's okay.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry, Bridget. It's just that... I just miss her so much.
It's okay.
- They're in 215. - What are we doing here?
- Take him to the hospital. - Come on, Mick.
- He ain't coming? - Nope.
- Daddy, no! - Wait, wait. Unh!
Do you like kids, you piece of shit? Huh?
Stop it!
Ah!
You go near my daughter again, I'll cut your fucking hands off.
Do you understand me?
Get up.
- Get away from me. - Get up, Bridget. We're going.
I'm so sorry.
Leave me alone. I fucking hate you!
Let go! Dad, let go!
What the fuck is the matter with you?
- Huh? - I don't know.
What is it?
You having second thoughts about me?
You want to call this shit off, go right ahead.
File papers, whatever. I was never hurting for a man.
- Red hair, you think that's my thing? - It ain't nothing like that.
Why don't you wanna have a baby with me?
Because I got no idea how to be a father.
You think I got any idea how to be a mother?
- People do it. We'll figure it out. - Not people like me.
- What do you mean "people like you"? - You know what I mean.
I'm different.
I'm fucked up.
I got news for you, Brendan.
You're not as fucked up as you think you are.
That shit that happened in the past? Fly away, bye-bye.
It don't touch who you are now.
It don't touch us.
I just don't wanna let you down.
What was your mother's name?
(Mar)'-
If it's a girl, we'll call her Maria.
Come on.
Take me out to eat. I need protein.
He had it coming, Bridg.
You may not realise it now, but you will when you're older.
You don't feel anything, do you?
You say you love me, but you don't.
You say you love Mom, but you don't.
It's like you're not even alive inside.
You think I don't love you?
Bridg, you're my...
You gotta know I'd do anything for you.
You control, you don't love.
I'm suffocating being near you. And I don't wanna live with that anymore.
Daryll, I was worried about you.
Listen, we took care of business. We fucking evened the score.
Oh, yeah?
Hey, uh, Pop, I wanna show you something.
What's the name?
What's it say?
What do you mean?
The licence.
My name.
"Daryll Weisbrod."
Yeah, it's funny.
Because I've always hated that name.
I hated the fact that Mom let Alan adopt me...
because she knew how bad I wanted to be your son.
See, I always wanted to be a Donovan. Always.
Here, take...
Take the keys.
Take them!
There's a reason that Michelle came back.
There's a reason.
- I'm so sorry, son. - She...
She brought your car back so you can get in it and drive away!
Just go.
Blood-gas technician to CCU stat.
Hey, Ter.
Hey-
What you said about me.
About how I treat the family.
You were right.
I don't deserve them.
All right, Charlie, I'm in.
Gentlemen, I'm sorry.
If you'll excuse me.
Ray?
Ray-
My brother.
Terry.
What is it?
He needs a priest.
Why? What happened?
He got shot.
He's dying.
I'm sorry, Ray.
Thinks he's going to hell.
What do you think?
I don't know anymore.
Nurse!
I need a cart in here.
- Patient is bradying. - Cart is in.
Charge to 120.
- Paddles. - Monitoring.
Clear.
- Charge to 200. - Clear.
- Atropine, five milligram push. - Clear.
Move it, people. Move it.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It's been 36 years since my last confession.
I've hurt people.
Been violent all my life.
Caused pain.
Confess your sins.
I killed Father O'Connor.
I shot him in the head.
He begged me for his life.
And I shot him.
Will you accept Christ into your life?
I don't know how.
Can you find the kingdom of God in your heart?
I can't find anything.
I...
I did what you said.
Now, make it right for him.
Please, just make it...
- Make it right with God for my brother. - But what about you?
- I don't care about me. Just... - God does. God cares about you.
I killed him.
All right? I said what you wanted me to say, so...
Why, Ray? Why did you do it?
- I say I did it. You say you forgive me. - Why did you do it?
- You're just putting words in my mouth! - Why did you do it, Ray?
He told me I was smart.
All right?
He took me places.
Bought me things.
And no one else in your life was doing that?
When he started in with me, he said I was special.
He said he saw something in me.
Uh, the things he did...
After a while, I stopped fighting him.
Of course you did.
I know how that feels. You wanted to please him.
No. It was more than that.
I cared for him.
I did it because I cared for him.
I see fucking pictures in my head...
every fucking day!
Every night!
When I hug my kids, I see these fucking pictures!
He shouldn't have done that to you, Ray.
You were just a boy.
I don't need your fucking sympathy.
Well, what do you need?
I need to know my brother's gonna be all right.
I need to know my brother's not gonna die.
I can't tell you that.
Ray-
Faith is the evidence of things not seen.
You asked God for forgiveness.
That has to be enough.
The rest is out of your control.
May God grant you pardon and peace.
I absolve you of your sins...
in the name of the Father...
and of the Son...
and of the Holy Ghost.
Abby.
Terry.
I'm here.