03x01 - The Kalamazoo

Episode transcripts for the 2013 TV show "Ray Donovan". Aired: June 30,2013 - February 2020.*
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Ray Donovan works for the powerful law firm Goldman & Drexler, representing the rich and famous. Donavon is a professional "fixer" for the rich and famous in LA, who can make anyone's problems disappear except those created by his own family.
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03x01 - The Kalamazoo

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Ray: Previously on Ray Donovan...

Your father's been here.

What did you say to him?

Ezra: I don't remember.

I have a brain tumor.

Bunchy: Father Danny, he's here in LA. I seen him.

Is that the one that abused Bunchy?

It wasn't only Bunch.

They don't know, do they?

I told you to shut up.

I loved you.

[g*nsh*t]

See what I'm saying?

We could knock this place off real easy.

Terry. This is my son.

He's gonna be our muscle.

Try this one.

Abby: You're a cop.

You never know when you're gonna get in trouble.

If you do, give me a call.

Abby: I think I'm in love with you.

Kate: Kate McPherson, Boston Globe.

Ray: She's a reporter.

She's gonna publish an article that says I paid him to k*ll Mickey.

She has to be stopped.

You buried a Catholic priest at a Jewish hospital?

Anything happens to Kate McPherson, that body comes up.

You think f*cking this guy's gonna make you feel better, but it won't.

It feels pretty f*cking good right now, Ray.

[grunts]

I'm locked in!

Where's Terry?

Just drive, son.

Here's your cut.

Keep counting, Mick.

I'm the one going to jail.

[silenced g*nsh*t]

Lena: Kate McPherson is dead.

What?

There was an expl*si*n, and I think I broke my arm.

You almost k*lled your grandson.

You sent Avi.

Of course I did.

You don't know who you are anymore, Ray.

It's over, Ezra.

What are you doing, Raymond?

Yeah, I'd like to report a body.

Raymond.

♪ ♪

[heart monitor beeping, oxygen machine pumping]

Mr. Goldman.

Mr. Goldman, can you hear me?

Mr. Goldman.

My name is Thomas Romero.

I'm a Servant of the Paraclete.

Ezra: Paraclete?

I minister to broken priests.

No last rites.

I'm a Jew.

A call from your office led to the body of a m*rder*d priest.

I tried to make a monument.

Did you make that call?

Ezra: You can't tell Ruth.

She's suffered enough.

Who made the call, Mr. Goldman?

What are you doing?

Did you make that call?

He doesn't want a priest. He doesn't...

Who made the call, Mr. Goldman?

He doesn't want a priest.

I understand.

I'll pray for you, Mr. Goldman.

The girl I k*lled.

Sweetheart, you didn't k*ll anyone.

Ray needs to know.

Ray hasn't spoken to you in months, Ezra.

Call Ray.

No, Ray isn't here.

Call him, call him.

Call Ray!

Nurse?

Call Ray!

Nurse?

Ray!

♪ ♪

[cell phone rings]

[indistinct chatter]

[beep]

Where is he?

You can't go back there this time, Ray.

Give me a f*cking break.

Ray.

Ray.

Flip!

Ray.

Flip: Is that you, Ray?

[sighs] Open the door, Bob.

We know who he is, Ray.

[exhales]

Open the f*cking door.

She wants more money, man.

Jesus, Ray.

Give me the f*cking key.

[woman moans, Flip screams]

Flip?

In here!

Oh, God! In here! In here!

Ray! Oh!

God, no, don't, no, no, don't let go.

He stiffed my glory hole.

They zip-tied my cock...

[zipper zips]

And balls!

woman: Third time he pleasure himself and run without paying, third time.

500, right?

woman: Not anymore.

He told me he's important man.

Big scandal.

Many people like to see.

You pay 6,000.

[scoffs]

I'm gonna... I'm gonna... I'm gonna lose consciousness.

No one's gonna pay you 6,000 for this assh*le's picture.

$6,000, or I call the Stalkerazzi.

[chuckles]

Okay.

[woman and Flip shout]

Flip: Oh, God!

[panting]

[touch tones beeping]

[Flip whimpering]

Marty: Hello.

Marty, it's Ray Donovan.

Uh-huh.

You got any interest in a picture of Flip Brightman f*cking a glory hole?

Marty: Flip who?

Brightman.

Marty: Who?

Flip Brightman.

Marty: Stop wasting my f*cking time, Donovan.

Flip: Ray, Ray.

Trust me, he's nobody.

In the future, can you please tell the chaplain not to visit?

We don't have a chaplain on tonight.

Excuse me?

Okay, okay, thanks.

Ezra.

Oh, Ezra.

[crying]

Oh, Ezra.

Oh, my love.

[laughter]

Can I bum a cigarette?

Thank you.

Hey, Ray.

Well, it looks like it's gonna be another beautiful day in Southern California!

Ray...

I-I have a disease, okay?

That guy in there with his cock and balls zip-tied, that guy wasn't me.

That guy was my addict.

Yeah, well, one of you owes me $2,000.

[cell phone rings]

So my f*cking ex-boyfriend calls me drunk last night, and it's like, "What?

Am I supposed to come over to your house?"

You okay?

And then I say to myself, "Mandy, you just have to f*cking say no."

[cell phone rings]

woman: How many times are you gonna f*cking do this?

You just go over to his house. The same sh*t happens.

Yeah?

Ezra's dead.

What?

He's gone, Ray.

The f*ck you talking about?

Abby: I'm so sorry.

Mandy: f*cking say no, particularly to the men in my life.

Ray, you there?

I'm so f*cking tired.

Abby: Where are you?

I mean, can we all just stop pretending?

Come home.

Ray: That's not a good idea.

Then I'll come to you.

No.

Go back to sleep.

I'm done.

Seriously f*cking done.

[soft music]

[sighs]

Mandy: And this time I totally mean it.

I know I've said it before...

flight attendant: Please fasten your seatbelts and raise your chairs to the upright position.

We'll be landing at Los Angeles International Airport shortly.

Tip the country on its side, and everything that falls loose lands in LA.

Mandy: I'm just gonna focus on myself for now.

I'm completely through with men, you know.

[both moaning]

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Yes!

Oh, God, yes.

[reporter speaking indistinctly on TV]

While the kidnapper's demands are not known, judging by the family's fortune, they're sure to be substantial.

Now Flip with the five-day forecast.

Flip: And it's gonna be another beautiful day in Southern California.

Shirley Temple: ♪ On the Good Ship Lollipop
♪ It's a sweet trip to a candy shop ♪
♪ Where bonbons play ♪
♪ On the sunny beach of Peppermint Bay ♪

Audrey: ♪ Lemonade stands everywhere ♪
♪ Crackerjack bands fill the air ♪
♪ And there you are ♪
♪ On the Good Ship Lollipop

Marvelous, you got it.

You got... you got star quality.

Mickey.

Vartan.

What are you, a mermaid?

Vartan, my friend, what do you got for me?

Exactly what you asked for, 14 beautiful grills.

Let me see.

What the f*ck is this?

11 grand?

You got a good eye.

It's the Kalamazoo, man.

It's the top of the line.

Why is it so much?

It's got 55,000 BTUs.

Give it to me for 1/3 retail.

Okay, $4,000 cash, and I bring it to you this afternoon.

Yeah.

[dog barking in background]

Took that pretty quick.

Maybe I should have gone lower.

It's just, I don't want to go.

Well, you're going.

I ain't asking you, Ginger.

Please, please.

Please just send somebody else.

Listen, never disappoint the client, Ginger.

Ginger: But I have to watch Audrey.

Gary: No, you don't.

Mickey loves looking after her.

Don't you, Mick?

It'll just be a couple hours.

Sure.

Good man. Hey, princess.

I'm gonna have your mama back in a hot minute, okay?

Good girl.

[Hail to the Chief ringtone]

Ginger: I'm sorry, baby doll. I won't be long.

You got Gary Royal.

Just hang out with Mickey.

And I'll be back before you know it.

Get it? Can we go? Can we go?

I love you, sweetie.

Please don't.

Gosh damn it.

Thank you, Mickey.

Gary: I don't want to hear that sh*t, man.

Bye, Mom!

Bye, baby!

You okay there, kiddo?

It's time for my swim.

All right.

Put on your floaties.

[Paul Otten's Sometimes You Gotta Strut plays]

♪ ♪
♪ Well, all right ♪
♪ My engine is on fire ♪
♪ Oh, my, my ♪
♪ My moves are running on time ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Sometimes you gotta strut, sometimes you gotta strut ♪

f*cking Mexicans ain't paid two months running now.

Terry would never tolerate that sh*t.

Get the f*ck off the turnbuckle!

I'll talk to them later.

♪ ♪

Daddy, I'm so sorry about Mr. Goldman.

It's all right.

Are you sad?

I'm fine.

Come home, Daddy.

I can't, sweetheart.

Why?

Trust me, you don't want me there.

Look, even if you're angry with Mom, even if you're sad, we can handle it.

[chuckles]

Yeah?

Yeah.

Go inside.

Ray, we have to make things right.

Go f*ck yourself.

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me one second.

I'm sorry, Deb.

He needed you.

He was screaming your name from his deathbed.

He treated you like a son, and you abandoned him.

He treated you like a f*cking son!

I don't want you here. Leave.

Leave!

Let's go.

Abby: Ray, wait.

Ray.

Let's go.

Stay here. Deb needs you.

f*ck Deb.

Stay here.

What do I got to do, Ray?

I've apologized so many times.

What else do I have to do?

[soft music]

♪ ♪

Mickey: Okay, go ahead.

My smile is minty white and pearly fresh.

Pearly white, pearly white.

Okay, my smile is pearly white and minty fresh.

My smile is pearly white pearly white and minty fresh.

My smile is pearly white pearly white and minty fresh.

Lena: Hey, you okay?

I'm fine.

You want to talk?

Nothing to talk about.

Deb had no right treating you like that.

Avi: Ray.

I have f*cking nightmares every night.

[scoffs]

Avi: I have to live with that.

I hate this.

I hate working for Lee.

I hate we don't even talk.

What do you want to talk about, Avi?

Huh?

I just need...

Get the f*ck out of my office.

She had everything on you.

You would have gone to prison.

Avi.

Bridget: Why didn't Deb want Daddy at Ezra's funeral?

Dad and Ezra were in a fight.

Over what?

I can't tell you that.

You can't tell me anything.

Bridget.

What's going on?

It's your fault he left.

Abby: Excuse me?

You scream at him, and you act like you're right and he's wrong, but you're the one who had an affair.

There's a lot you don't know.

I know that you brought that cop home.

I know that you took his side against Daddy.

[sighs]

Please don't come up with me.

You're just volunteering at the bookstore as an excuse to hover, and it's creepy.

♪ ♪

Ray Donovan?

You know who this is?

Mr. Finney wants to meet you.

It's a short drive.

Get in.

[door buzzing]

[sighs]

What are we doing in here?

Visiting my son.

He must be a bad person, huh?

Who, Terry?

Nah.

Probably one of the best people you'll ever meet.

Then what's he doing in here?

Mickey: There's all types of people in here.

There's innocent people who got screwed.

There's people who made mistakes and are serving out their bid.

And there's bad people too, dangerous wackos, who take joy in harming people.

Like Gary?

I don't know, maybe.

Here to see Terry Donovan.

He's not accepting visitors, sir.

Just tell him his father was here again.

[phone ringing]

That's it. Let's go.

He doesn't want to see you?

No, it's not that.

It's just, Terry always says no.

Why?

He'll know we were here.

That's all that's important.

Let's go get some steaks.

[exhales]

[music playing in background]

How you doing today, Bunch?

You waiting for Bridget?

Yeah.

I got a couple hours to k*ll.

What?

[chuckles] You looking at p*rn, Bunch?

No.

Match.com?

It's stupid.

It's not f*cking stupid.

Trying to find someone to love?

I'd say that's f*cking brave.

I never get any responses.

That the only photo you got?

Why?

Nothing. You look adorable.

We can take others, Bunchy.

Let me see here.

You can't say you like to watch TV and take naps.

It's true.

Put down that you manage a gym.

That you like music and dancing.

Say that you're always up for a new adventure, that friendship is okay.

Women f*cking eat that bullshit up.

Uh... I like to dance.
[indistinct chatter]

Mr. Donovan, I'm Varick Strauss.

I need you to sign this before you meet with Mr. Finney.

I assume you watch the news.

Then you understand why you're here.

Yeah.

You can keep the pen.

This is Ray Donovan.

We were given his name by a former client of Ezra Goldman.

Andrew Finney.

You worked for Mr. Goldman?

Yes.

Sorry for your loss.

So you a private eye?

No.

Ex-cop?

No.

m*llitary?

I was told that Mr. Donovan was discreet and not afraid of v*olence.

You've heard of my son's abduction.

Yes.

Last night the kidnappers contacted the media.

This morning they demanded $5 million in ransom.

Don't you think that's strange?

Could be.

You've dealt with this kind of thing before.

Kidnapping.

No.

Oh, I assume you're too busy saving people from themselves, covering things up, huh?

I guess.

You guess, could be, sure, okay.

Is this the way you usually obtain employment, by muttering two-word answers?

You don't want me here, I can go.

What, I've offended you?

No.

You're just wasting my time.

You got a job for me, tell me what it is.

If not, thanks for the pen.

You got a nice house.

No, wait, Mr. Donovan.

Exactly what do you do?

I change the story.

Well, I've got an entire publicity department to do that.

Yeah?

Have them go get your kid.

Will you come meet the family?

We're under a little duress.

Ray Donovan, my wife, Charlotte, and my daughter Paige.

Nice to meet you.

Hello, Mr. Donovan.

I'm sorry about your son.

Who is this guy?

Varick recommended him.

Why is he here?

Trying to save your brother's ass.

This is so ridiculous.

He's fine.

I have to get to work.

It's your money, Daddy.

You do what you think is best.

Varick, would you take Mr. Donovan to my office?

I need to speak to my wife for a moment.

[clock ticking]

[door opens]

Oh, good, you're still here.

Is your son behind this?

Paige thinks it's an elaborate setup.

What do you think?

I think I'd like my son home and this whole business to go away.

So you want me to pay the ransom.

Not unless you have to.

But there can be no bloodshed and no press.

I have to say that.

No, you don't.

Deal with it as you see fit.

I'll call the driver.

[indistinct chatter]

[Spanish pop music playing in background]

[chatter continues]

[chuckles]

Got a thing for the muscle girl, Bunch?

Me?

No.

What's with all the glances?

Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

Since when?

Two months.

And I'm supposed to be the g*dd*mn manager here.

Terry's f*cking stuck in prison.

I'm supposed to be good at one thing.

And people know they're not paying.

And Ray... Ray's gonna think I'm weak.

What are you doing?

Are these your people?

Yeah, lady, why?

This is my husband's fight club.

You haven't paid your bills.

That guy's your husband?

Either pay your membership or take your sideshow freaks and get the f*ck out of our club.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Pop.

Uh, I think we're f*cked.

This thing says we only have until April to pay this off.

Give me your phone.

What?

Yeah, give me your f*cking phone.

Mick, it's a W-2G from the IRS for gambling winnings.

We owe taxes from the track.

[line trilling]

Conor, Conor, it's your grandpa.

Grandpa, what are you doing?

Pop, 40% of what we won.

We're having a party.

Conor: You know I'm not allowed to see you, Grandpa.

I'm not even allowed to talk to you on the phone.

Bye, Grandpa.

Mick.

What's your problem?

Well, I spent all my money, and so did you.

I mean, how are we supposed to pay the government back?

Did you even hear what I said?

[chuckles]

It's here.

The f*cking Kalamazoo.

[indistinct chatter]

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is community space, Mr. Donovan.

A new grill is a community decision.

You want to disappoint all these people?

Sorry for all that sexual tension.

[laughter]

Go ahead.

Why don't you just go over there at 4:00 like usual?

All right, 4:00 then.

What do you think?

How many BTUs?

50,000 or something.

[whistles]

Charcoal, wood, and gas.

They make these in the factory where they used to make checker cabs.

Really?

I don't know.

Listen, Gary...

I was thinking, maybe you should take your business off-site.

Off-site?

Yeah, this is a family environment.

People may not say so to you, but they're not happy with the traffic and the goings-on.

What, are you challenging Mrs. Rosenblatt for president of the association now, Mickey?

Also, you should think about not hitting the girls.

Most girls listen to you if you give the appearance of listening to them.

I think you're mistaking me for somebody who gives a sh*t.

I can see you're not in a good mood, so I'll catch you later.

Yeah, let's, uh, do that.

We're gonna have a nice party tonight, everybody.

Steaks and burgers are on me.

Music is CDs by Daryll.

And if we're real lucky, there'll be a special guest performance by Audrey all the way from Apartment 16.

BYO.

Bring salads and sh*t.

Make yourselves devastating.

I'll see you later.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

I know people, Raymond.

I know when someone's special.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah.

I've got the money.

All right.

I can be there in 20 minutes.

♪ ♪

Hey.

[sniffing]

What?

Oh, my God.

You cannot drive. You're drunk.

You know what, you hit me.

[laughs] I hit your hand.

I'm taking the bus.

I'm not driving with you.

Bridge.

Bridget.

I'm not driving with you.

Sorry, I'm not.

[sighs]

[Eagles' Hotel California plays]

♪ Plenty of room at the Hotel California ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Any time of year, any time of year ♪
♪ You can find it here ♪
♪ Her mind is Tiffany-twisted ♪

[horn honks]

f*ck!

[tires screech]

♪ Got the Mercedes-Benz ♪

f*ck, no.

[dog barks]

[dog barking]

[horn honks]

[horn honks]

[knocking]

Hey, Mick.

Hey, Ginger.

Hey, sweetie.

Cooking, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Sweetie, I need you to give me a couple minutes with Mickey, okay, darling?

Okay.

Thank you.

I'll be over in just a sec.

[rock music playing in background]

[door closes]

Thanks, Mick.

Mm-hmm.

I feel like sh*t.

Can I get a glass of water?

Sure.

♪ ♪

Thanks.

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Gary's kicking us out.

What?

He said I'm too old.

And now he's f*cking some new girl, and he wants Audrey and I out by the end of the week.

What about Audrey's acting?

Never gonna be an actress, Mick.

Come on.

I just tell her sh*t so she can have a childhood, you know?

I think she's got something.

That's so sweet.

It was really nice of you to get the grill for the complex.

Sure.

You're a good man, Mick.

You're a kind man.

You're a generous man.

Aw.

And you're a real man, in my opinion.

Mmm, mmm.

All yours, Father Romero.

Thank you, Jonathan.

♪ ♪

[alarm chirps]

♪ ♪

man: You Donovan?

Yeah.

Where's the money?

I don't have it.

What the f*ck did you just say?

You get the money when I see the kid.

[siren wails in the distance]

♪ ♪

You all right, Casey?

[muffled groans]

You see him.

Now give us the f*cking money.

My driver should be downstairs now.

Your f*cking driver?

He's there.

Can I go get it?

f*ck that.

You stay here.

[Casey's shouting muffled]

[Ray sighs deeply]

What happened to him?

[shouting urgently]

Shut up.

He a friend of yours, Casey?

[muffled shouting]

Shut up!

He the one who set this up?

Shut up!

[Casey shouting]

Where's the money?

You don't need any money.

It's all done through the app.

Oh, f*ck!

[shouting]

Sit the f*ck down!

[g*nsh*t]

Ugh!

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

[tires screech]

I got sh*t.

Shut the f*ck up.

I got f*cking sh*t.

Don't you f*cking move.

Put the g*n down, nice and slow.

Turn around.

Take it off.

Take the f*cking mask off!

Start running.

You all right?

I'm bleeding, man.

I'm bleeding.

It's a f*cking graze.

I'm bleeding. Wait. Please.

[Spanish pop music playing in background]

♪ ♪

[alert tone]

♪ On the Good Ship Lollipop

[whistling]

♪ It's a nice trip to the candy shop ♪
♪ Where bonbons... ♪

Mickey: Donut shop.

What?

It's a perfect place to run a business like yours.

Donut shop?

Open 24 hours.

You buy a donut for a dollar, you can stay all night.

Cops can't bust you and the girls for loitering.

♪ On the Good Ship Lollipop

Mickey: Guys know where to find them, and no one steps on condoms on the way to the parking lot.

It's a win-win.

Yeah, I'm not moving my business to a f*cking donut shop, old man.

[pop music playing in background]

Listen, Gary.

What, Mickey?

Ginger's a good lady.

Yeah, so what?

Her kid needs a home.

I don't f*cking care.

If you want them, take them f*cking both.

I don't care about her or her f*cking kid.

[laughs] What the f*ck was that?

You crossed a line.

I cro... what the...

[laughs]

You're out of your f*cking mind.

You don't scare me, Mick.

Course not.

We're friends.

Want your burger?

You worked your meat too hard, man.

You dried that sh*t out.

All right, next batch then.

Yeah. Whatever, Mickey, sure.

What happened?

Not much.

You okay?

I just need a night of peace.

No one getting hit, no one getting screamed at.

You got any more of that Xanax?

Yeah, you want some?

Yeah, give me a couple.

Give me the bottle. Give me the bottle.

Be careful with those.

Don't take too many at the same time.

I won't.

Ginger, come here.

[groans]

Gary: Ginger!

[whispers] Got to go, Mickey.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Nothing.

What was all that sh*t with Mickey?

Ah!

What are you doing, huh?

Nothing, I was just thanking him for the party.

You sure?

Yes.

Go, go.

Ah!

[indistinct chatter]

♪ ♪

Mom was so f*cked up when she picked me up from school.

It was embarrassing.

Why are you being such a bitch?

She's trying her best.

f*ck you, Conor.

Everybody drives drunk. Who cares?

That's not true.

Everybody drives drunk, and everybody looks at p*rn, and everybody steals sh*t when people aren't looking.

Dad's a f*cking thug.

Daddy's not a thug.

I meant it in a cool way.

Jesus, Bridge, you're a f*cking mess.

[door opens]

Come on, dog.

Mom?

Shh, don't scare it.

Whose dog is that?

It's my dog.

This is my dog.

Come on, up, up.

Come on.

Where are we going?

I'm taking you home.

My father's gonna k*ll me.

When you talk to the police, what are you gonna say?

Um, that Nick's an addict.

He needed money, and so he got drug dealers to kidnap me.

Right?

Then what happened?

Nick changed his mind.

The dealers, they k*lled Nick.

I fought them off.

I stabbed one with my pen and sh*t him.

The other got away with the money.

Who am I?

Don't know.

Never seen you before in my life.

Good.

My father's gonna k*ll me.

Smell that?

Jasmine.

Mrs. Rosenblatt: Okay, Mr. Donovan.

I can see you mean well.

I will get the grill approved retroactively at the next meeting.

You're a doll.

[chuckles]

I've been around the block, Mickey, and I know you've been around that same block too.

I have a nice bottle of red.

Ooh.

Hey, are you gonna toss your d*ck into that old bag?

Watch your mouth.

[laughs]

I think the meat was funny, 'cause I'm starting to get... spinny.

Nothing wrong with the meat.

Maybe you drank too much.

Why do you have to be so tough on the ladies, Gary?

Huh?

Why do you have to treat them the way that you do?

The thing about girls, man, is, their job is swallowing cock.

Since they're just inherently lazy, someone has to be the guy to keep them... keep them motivated.

I see.

Is it true that thing's 50...

Whoa.

55...

That's a hell of a grill, man.

Gary?

Gary?

You fell asleep.

[Hail to the Chief ringtone]

You got Mickey Donovan.

There's a doctor in the kitchen.

Get the...

Mr. Finney wants to speak with you.

♪ ♪

You'll see, Raymond.

It's gonna be a great adventure.

flight attendant: At the gate in Los Angeles.

[sighs]

I hear it was quite a spectacle.

I apologize.

It was already a mess when I got there.

Casey's idiot friend Nick is dead.

Media's turning my son into some kind of action hero.

You even made one of them run away just in case I was the kind of man that would ask insurance to cover the $5 million that you just returned to me.

Are you?

My father was a criminal, Mr. Donovan.

He ensured that I didn't have to be.

And your father?

What did he do?

Nothing good.

So you had to be your own guide, find your own way.

You'll find that fair.

Kafka said, "In man's struggle against the world, bet on the world."

Oh, yeah?

Hmm, you agree?

No.

I'm with you.

People like us, you bet on the man.

You most definitely bet on the man.

Enjoy the view, Mr. Donovan.

[Eagles' Hotel California plays]

♪ ♪

[shushing]

♪ On a dark desert highway ♪
♪ Cool wind in my hair ♪
♪ Warm smell of colitas ♪
♪ Rising up through the air ♪
♪ Up ahead in the distance ♪
♪ I saw a shimmering light ♪
♪ My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim ♪
♪ I had to stop for the night ♪
♪ There she stood in the doorway ♪
♪ I heard the mission bell ♪
♪ And I was thinking to myself ♪
♪ This could be heaven or this could be hell ♪
♪ Then she lit up a candle ♪
♪ And she showed me the way ♪
♪ There were voices down the corridor ♪
♪ I thought I heard them say ♪
♪ Welcome to the Hotel California ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Such a lovely place, such a lovely place ♪
♪ Such a lovely face ♪
♪ There's plenty of room at the Hotel California ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Any time of year, any time of year ♪
♪ You can find it here ♪
♪ Her mind is Tiffany-twisted ♪
♪ She got the Mercedes-Benz ♪
♪ She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys ♪
♪ She calls friends ♪
♪ How they dance in the courtyard ♪
♪ Sweet summer sweat ♪
♪ Some dance to remember ♪
♪ Some dance to forget ♪
♪ So I called up the captain ♪
♪ Please bring me my wine ♪
♪ He said, "We haven't had that spirit here ♪
♪ Since 1969" ♪
♪ And still those voices are calling ♪
♪ From far away ♪
♪ Wake you up in the middle of the night ♪
♪ Just to hear them say ♪
♪ Welcome to the Hotel California ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Such a lovely place, such a lovely place ♪
♪ Such a lovely face ♪
♪ Living it up at the Hotel California ♪
♪ ♪
♪ What a nice surprise, what a nice surprise ♪
♪ Bring your alibis ♪
♪ Mirrors on the ceiling ♪
♪ The pink champagne on ice ♪
♪ And she said, "We are all just prisoners here ♪
♪ Of our own device" ♪
♪ And in the master's chambers ♪
♪ They gathered for the feast ♪
♪ They s*ab it with their steely knives ♪
♪ But they just can't k*ll the beast ♪
♪ Last thing I remember ♪
♪ I was running for the door ♪
♪ I had to find the passage back ♪
♪ To the place I was before ♪
♪ Relax, said the night man ♪
♪ We are programmed to receive ♪
♪ You can check out anytime you like ♪
♪ But you can never leave ♪
♪ ♪
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