03x02 - Ding

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Ray Donovan...

man: Mr. Goldman...

My name is Thomas Romero.

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

What are you doing?

Did you make that call?

He doesn't want a priest.

Deb: He doesn't want a priest.

Ezra's dead.

What?

Abby: I'm so sorry.

man: Ray Donovan, Mr. Finney wants to meet you.

You've heard of my son's abduction.

Ray: Yes.

Gary: I ain't asking you, Ginger.

Send somebody else.

Listen.

Never disappoint the client.

Ginger: But I have to watch Audrey.

Mickey loves looking after her, don't you, Mick?

Sure.

I go to this group, survivors' network of those abused by priests.

I'm okay.

Really, I am.

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

Who is this guy?

man: I was told that Mr. Donovan is not afraid of v*olence.

[g*nsh*t]

[g*nsh*t]

Avi: You let another man f*ck your wife, and you do nothing about...

Ooh!

I've apologized so many times.

What else do I have to do?

Come home, Daddy.

[horn beeps] [dog barking]

f*ck!

Mom?

Whose dog is that?

It's my dog.

This is my dog.

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

Gary: Off-site?

Mickey: 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.

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

Gary: You don't scare me, Mick.

Mickey: Of course not.

We're friends.

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

Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

Since when?

Two months.

Bunchy: People know they're not paying.

I'm going to prison, armed robbery.

I'm locked in!

I deserve to be punished.

You're a good man, Terry.

What the f*ck do you know about being a good man, Raymond?

[bars rattling]

man: ♪ The first time you feel it ♪
♪ It might make you sad ♪
♪ Next time you feel it ♪
♪ It might make you mad ♪
♪ But you'll be glad, baby ♪
♪ When you've found ♪
♪ It's the power that makes the world go round ♪

Matty: What you got planned today, Terr?

Me? I'm torn.

Should I drive my girlfriend to Napa Valley, drink some wine, or hop on a plane to Vegas, sh**t some craps, take in a show?

f*ck off, Matty.

All right.

I'll decide later.

The day is young, huh?

From your brother.

[grunting]

Mickey: Ladies, thanks for coming by this morning.

We all know what happened to poor Gary last night.

You hate to see a young person f*ck himself up with dr*gs.

But, hey, when God closes a door, he opens a window.

Mickey: You know, tragedy or not, you girls still have to put food on the table, am I right?

Make a long story short, here's what I'm gonna do for you.

First, I'm gonna make sure your corners are protected.

Corners?

Ginger: No, no, he doesn't mean corners, like...

Any pimp messes with you on the street, I'm there in a sh*t.

Who's working on the street?

Condoms, French ticklers, all that sh*t, free, on me.

Just make me a list.

And the best part, I'm only gonna charge you 40%.

How good of a deal is that, huh?

woman: Yeah, sounds like a good deal for you.

Glad I woke up early for this one, Gin.

[indistinct muttering]

Where you going?

We're going home to sleep.

woman: Taking the cheese, though.

What was that?

Mick, these girls don't walk the street.

They don't stand on corners.

This isn't 1979.

[upbeat jazz]

♪ ♪

[whistling]

I used to worry a lot about my hours getting cut at work, less after the settlement.

Stan: But I got a letter saying that the money might get held up.

[phone ringing]

Hey, sweetheart.

Bridget: Daddy, you need to come home.

What's the matter?

Bridget: Mom's losing it.

She picked me up from school yesterday drunk, so I took the bus.

Yeah?

Bridget: She came home with some big dog she found and passed out.

I'm really worried.

All right, I'll be out there as soon as I can.

Stan: Just sitting there staring out of the dining room window.

And I did the strangest thing.

I took the notice, and I used it to give myself a paper cut.

Stan: I don't know why, but it made me feel better.

[dog whines]

Hey.

Bridget called, said you drove home drunk last night, came in and passed out.

What's going on, Abbs?

I had a few drinks.

Abby: Big deal.

You're scaring the kids.

No, hey, hey, hey.

No, I'm serious.

What are you gonna do, call the cops on me?

I don't call cops, Abbs.

That's your thing.

You want a plate?

No, that's all right.

I'm good, thanks.

So... how's that new school working out?

Good.

Ray: Good good?

Or good, "I don't want to talk about it"?

[coughing]

You all right?

I feel really crappy.

Do I look pale?

You look fine.

I think I have a fever.

Abby: Oh, for fucksakes, go back to bed already.

Dad, I want you to come for dinner tonight.

It's important to me.

Ray: Why?

What's going on?

Abby: Does she need a reason?

Abby: She misses you.

She wants you home.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

woman: My father says you walk on water, Mr. Donovan.

Who is this?

Paige Finney.

We met yesterday.

I have a job for you.

Are you free?

Does your father know you're calling me?

Does it matter?

Not if you're paying the bills.

You know what I would prefer, okay?

Distilled or sparkling?

It's okay.

Listen, I would prefer things to be right with Ray and me.

I know, I know.

But Lena, you working here, a lot less emotional bullshit.

And I'm not asking you to be my office girl.

I have that.

I want us to be partners.

We split the business.

I know Ray pays you okay, but he's not gonna make an offer like this.

Give me the day.

You put skin sh*ts on the internet, and that's how the Johns find you?

Mm-hmm, you just put in what you want.

So, like, if you want redheads, you click the redhead section.

If you want big tits, you click big tits.

Buying girls from the internet, I don't know, seems weird.

Yeah, but if you don't manage the page, How are we supposed to get a piece of the other girls' action?

But they got this whole setup.

What do they need a pimp for?

Ugh, Mick... figure it out.

How'd you do last night?

Well, it's me versus an app, and the app is winning.

That's because you picked a straight-line enterprise.

I'll see you later, Mick.

Yeah.

Us Donovans, we're not establishment types.

We make our money on the fringes.

Good to know.

I'm going to bed.

Hold up.

Suppose I told you I was taking the reins of a solid business sh**ting out cash right now today?

Mickey, I'm tired, okay?

Coffee and a donut, on me.

Dream a little.

Come on, come on.

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Mickey: Great, let me get some coffee in you.

[police radio chatter]

Daryll: Hey, Pop, who d*ed?

All will be revealed.

Ginger: Mick.

Situation.

Hey, darling, all right.

Grab the front.

Got it?

I have a client who has booked [quietly] a threesome for this afternoon in Beverly Hills, and it pays 2 1/2 times the normal rate.

The only problem is, it is at the exact same time as Audrey's Shirley Temple audition in Burbank, the big one.

Mickey: Oh, say no more.

You think I'd let the star here go begging for a ride?

Oh, bless you.

Okay, break a leg.

Bye, Mom.

Bye, baby.

Bye.

We're gonna cruise to the lot in style.

Randy: Why ain't I surprised, Garth?

Garth: What?

Randy: You let some Fresno negroid lay pipe in your old lady.

He was Greek heritage, and that sh*t happened before I met her.

Where do you think them Greeks get their coloring, bro?

African migration.

Randy: You rubbing dicks with Kunta Kinte up in there, man.

Garth: You're an assh*le, man.

Let's head back.

No, no, no.

I'm good with the Brotherhood guys.

I give them free legal advice.

It's good.

All right.

Excuse me, sir.

Get the f*ck off my bench.

m*therf*cker.

Garth: What did you say?

You stepping to me, you f*cking sub-human?

Huh?

Huh?

[men shouting]

Randy: Garthie got dropped by a f*cking ding!

man: Oh, sh*t!

Randy: White power, baby!

[cheering]

Make room.

[knocking]

Hey.

What's up?

You know, being here this morning, it made me realize I'd like to get back into boxing.

I boxed when I was younger.

I think being fit's good for my recovery.

Father Romero: Wanted to know if I could open up a membership.

I got cash.

Come on in.

I'll get you set up.

You just got to... put your name there, and sign right there.

So I guess since you host the meetings, you've been coming to SNAP for a long time.

Does it help?

Yeah, sure.

It's been real helpful.

Well, this'll cover for two months.

Thank you.

Um... I'll see you soon, Brandon.

Okay.

I want to ask you something.

What's up?

What am I to you?

Come on, Lena, not today.

Do you see me as your assistant or your intern?

What's going on?

You need more money or something?

No, I don't need any more money, Ray.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

We're in the infirmary.

He got into a fight.

Doc's checking him out now.

Ray: Where the f*ck were you?

Aren't you supposed to prevent this kind of thing from happening?

Kevin: It's handled.

All right.

Have that doctor call me when he's done.

What the f*ck.

Avi asked me to come work with him.

What's he offering?

Sparkling water.

[chuckles]

And the chance to be his partner.

Lena: Told him I'd think about it.

I guess you're gonna take it, huh?

What makes you say that?

Well, you wouldn't have told me about it if you weren't.

How are you sleeping?

Nobody sleeps here.

This thing with your legs, is that new?

Sit down.

Parkinson's tends to progress a little faster in here.

You'll need a wheelchair in a year or two.

You want me to put you on the disability list?

Get you a cane?

I don't need a cane.

[sighs]

God damn it, Conor.

Conor?

[knocking]

[faint knocking]

Conor?

[knocking]

[knocking, woman moaning]

What the f*ck!

Conor: I was making my bed!

[exhales]

Ray Donovan?

Yeah.

man: Right over there.

Just Mr. Donovan.

This kid's a f*cking wreck.

He's a rookie.

"Casey Finney overpowers his captors."

That's not my brother's usual headline.

"Casey Finney drunk at a funeral."

"Casey Finney arrested in panties."

That's what we're used to.

You're quite the miracle worker, aren't you, Ray?

What are we doing today?

Zack...

I wish I could tell you what Ray recently did for my family.

Ray, this is Zack Davis, team owner.

How are you?

You like football?

Sure.

All right, you fix this, you got tickets on the 50-yard line for life.

Walk with me.

This is Troy Landrieu, San Diego's starting quarterback and my former client.

Troy has a thing for married women.

Why you talking about that?

Why are you wearing your sunglasses?

Troy's most recent distraction is the wife of a Navy SEAL.

The guy found out about the affair two days ago, and he's threatened to sh**t Troy at tonight's game.

I need you to handle this quickly.

I'll see you soon.

If he's a former client, why is he your problem?

Because every former client is a future client.

We all set here?

So I'm authorizing you to go up to $500,000.

Who's footing the bill?

I am.

Got an address?

I'll text you.

We sent emissaries; he was not friendly.

Good to know.

What's the job?

Keep an eye on that quarterback.

Vartan, hey.

Come in.

Mickey: Stay in the car, Audrey.

Back in ten minutes.

Audrey: Fine.

Pop, are you serious?

The barbecue guy?

Vartan is not just Vartan.

Vartan is connected.

His sister's the bank.

We're gonna need starter cash.

See, that's why I told you to hold on to that money.

It's all in the condo.

I'm land-rich/cash-poor, like all the big guys.

Hey, Pop, I don't like the way she's looking at us.

So she's a little weird.

Here we go.

You... be a good boy, hm?

Sure.

I take that to mean we're in business?

You understand the terms, right?

Sure, you give me 10 grand.

I give you back 15 in a month.

No, not quite.

Huh?

Come on, let's walk to your car.

[phone ringing]

Mickey: Hey, gorgeous.

Oh, yeah, we're making big progress, uh-huh.

man: Give me the title.

Daryll: Sorry, what?

man: Give me the title to your f*cking car.

Yeah.

Hey, Pop, Pop.

Daryll: Why does this guy want the title to my car?

You said ten minutes, but it wasn't.

It was 27.

Yeah, yeah, Shirley Temple is ready for her big entrance, and we're headed there now.

Come on, come on.

Pop, you're not using my car for collateral.

Mickey: Settle down. It's a formality.

Why you wearing a wig?

You got cancer or something?

I'm in costume.

I have an audition at Walt Disney Studios.

Oh, oh, yeah, Make a Wish.

They do good work.

Here you go.

Oh, and what's that?

10K.

Our shop is open.

10K, Pop?

This car cost me $70,000.

You know what, I'll take that.

I'm your bank now.

Hurry up, I don't want to hit lunch traffic.

Soon, sweetheart.

Hey, who's in the mood for a taco, huh?

[phone ringing]

What's up?

I walked into your son's bedroom this morning, and he was watching p*rn... and f*cking his own bed.

I don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Abby: Your son Conor stuck his teenage d*ck between his box spring and his mattress and f*cked his own bed.

[laughs]

[laughing]

Did you ever do that?

No, that's a new one.

[Abby laughs]

I'm sorry you got dragged out here this morning.

Ray: It's all right.

I was glad to see them.

Bridget really wants you to come tonight.

Abby: I got a rack of lamb, mushy peas, roasted potatoes.

What do you say?

I'll see what I can do.

All right.

Well, I hope we see you tonight.

[men speaking Spanish]

Excuse me.

Ode, ode, take five.

I ran your credit card three times.

It's no good.

Look, our last promoter didn't pay us.

We don't even have a venue right now.

Work with us.

You got to pay to train.

Come on, man.

Sorry.

All right.

Then we'll clean out the lockers.

Vamonos.

So you're a wrestler, huh?

Not "wrestler," "luchadora."

There's a difference.

What's the difference?

One is an art form.

Comes from myth and history.

One is SummerSlam steroids bullshit.

What's your character's name?

Her name's Mind Your Business Maricon.

So you really gonna kick us out?

Yeah.

You know, that's the rules.

Yeah?

You like rules?

Hey, um...

Look, you guys can finish your workout today, and... we'll figure out some kind of arrangement.

I'm not taking the money.

You're the third guy they sent.

Mind if I sit for a minute?

Doesn't look good if I go back right away.

Go ahead.

You mind?

Burning her stuff, huh?

Shoes burn like a m*therf*cker.

Carl: They stink when they melt.

Feel any better?

Depends on when you're talking to me.

Changes, doesn't it?

You hate her one minute, miss her the next.

Ray: She f*cked around, but somehow it still feels like your fault.

You know, you could have been a VA counselor.

Carl: It's not a compliment.

I'll ask you to be on your way now.

For what it's worth, I've been where you are now.

No one was offering me half a million dollars.

This book I read, The Privileged Few, it's about rich m*therf*ckers who believe they're better than other people.

Send me to Kandahar just to keep their bond rates stable.

You get me?

Carl: By the same logic, a wealthy white man, he sees my wife, he says, "I like her look. She got a wedding band on, but who gives a f*ck? I'm gonna use my money to seduce this low-income female. Now you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna offer her husband a six-figure sum to say, 'Yeah, boss, go right ahead. 'You want to put it in her assh*le, just... f*ck away.'"

Take the money.

Carl: I don't want the money. I want my wife.

Ray: I can't help you with that. But I can help you make a new start.

That's something.

Hey, mister, you got mold in that locker room. That sh*t is a health hazard. What are you gonna do about it?

You're not even a member here.

You said we was gonna work something out, right?

Yeah, but...

So today I'm a member.

And you better clean that locker room, because if it remains filthy in here, I will f*ck with you.

Okay, I'll... I'll take a look.

Damn right, you will.

Shirley's the main part.

They'll give me a trailer and a big hotel room.

And a big car, bigger than yours.

Cool.

My mom and I will get a bunch of money, like millions.

Yeah, I really don't think anyone's giving you millions of dollars.

Audrey: Of course they will.

They gave Scarlett Johansson $10 million.

You ain't no Scarlett Johansson.

Audrey: Neither are you.

You're just some car person.

Okay, look here... Shirley.

There's probably, like, 2,000 little girls just like you going to those auditions, thinking, "I'm Shirley, and I'm gonna be famous."

And you want to know what you all got in common?

Ain't none of y'all gonna play Shirley Temple.

[crying]

Except maybe... the really talented ones.

Like you maybe.

Shirley, honey.

Mickey: Hey.

Oh, baby, don't cry.

Here, play with my phone, okay?

Stop drinking all that soda.

Hey, we're really late!

Give me $5,000.

Pop, are you out of your f*cking mind?

No.

Hey, fellas.

I'm really sorry for any confusion, but I have no interest in buying cocaine.

We took the Big Blue Bus out here, homes.

I hate that f*cking bus.

Look, look.

We buy this stuff for 5, we cut it, we sell it for 15.

Pay up, otherwise we won't be able to do business anywhere east of the 110.

Come on, where is it?

I got it.

All right, there, good.

It's all there.

Who slept with your wife?

Bet he wasn't part of your fantasy football team.

[chuckles]

No, he wasn't.

What'd you do about him?

I let it go.

You forgave.

That's bullshit, man.

Carl: That forgiveness sh*t ain't so easy.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

Paige: You have him?

We're heading there now.

Paige: Re-route to the Saxton Hotel.

Ray: Why?

Paige: We have some lawyers waiting here in a suite.

I'll meet you outside.

What's this meeting gonna look like?

Ray: Probably make you sign a nondisclosure and then give you a certified check.

Just like that, huh?

Just like that.

I want to make money just like the next man, okay?

I mean, I'm open-minded, but you can't keep giving me this stuff in bits and pieces.

I need to see the bigger picture, what you're trying to do, you understand?

I do, and that was very well said.

This is so I'm clear.

We're selling coke now?

We're not selling coke.

The whores are selling the coke.

Did you k*ll that pimp?

Technically, the water k*lled the pimp.

Audrey: I got to do it again!

What's going on? What's going on?

They won't give me a second chance.

Oh, the hell they won't.

Nicole Adamson.

Hold on, you're not finished with Audrey Andrews yet.

We've seen enough.

This is a little girl's future you're talking about.

Now bring her back in there.

I'm sorry, sir.

She's not our Shirley.

It's not fair.

Nicole.

Right this way.

Failure is a part of life.

But when God closes a door, He opens a window.

f*ck you, Mickey.

Thank you so much for coming, Mr. Lafell.

I'm sorry about the circumstances.

It's Suite 42A.

Team representatives are up there now.

I'll be up in a moment.

Yeoman work, you're on my Christmas card list.

I should probably go up with him.

He'll find his way.

Keep me company for a minute.

You ever drive an Aston Martin?

No.

I love that car.

It wasn't a gift from Daddy, if that's what you were thinking.

It wasn't.

Yes, it was.

I started my business with my own money.

My first signing was a seventh-round draft pick.

He was a gangly kid from Arizona State.

Troy Landrieu.

Mm-hmm.

He couldn't run, but he had a cannon for an arm.

I believed in him.

He wound up starting for San Diego.

I made good decisions for that prospect, and I bought this car with the money I earned.

We should leave now.

Why?

Just remember, I didn't break the law, and neither did you.

[sirens approaching]

[man groaning, woman shouting]

You... you a f*cking liar!

[shouting continues]

woman: Troy, your arm!

Troy, oh, god!

Call an ambulance! Call an ambulance!

Help us!

Oh, god, Troy!

Call an ambulance! Please help us!

Help!

woman: Stay with me.

man: ♪ That's the power of love ♪
♪ The power of love ♪
♪ Is a curious thing ♪

Randy: Hey, ding.

Boys broke on Garth pretty hard about how a f*cking cr*pple laid him out.

Kid's screaming for a rematch.

We're gonna wind that sh*t back up on the yard later.

No thanks.

Have some racial pride and man the f*ck up.

Don't make us come looking for you.

[singing continues]

♪ Power of love ♪
♪ Keep you warm at night ♪

[whispering] Hey.

Kevin: I'm putting you in isolation.

What for?

For your protection.

These Aryans don't play by Queens rules, man.

You're in danger.

Kevin: Your brother will have my ass.

f*ck my brother.

I'm not going into isolation.

Kevin: You have to.

If you don't...

Then so be it.

[singing continues]

I'm not going in the f*cking hole.

Do the other side now.

Clean the metal.

Put muscle into it.

I am.

You're not.

You're lazy.

How do you know?

I can tell.

Add more soap.

How much more?

A thimble-full.

What the f*ck do you think you're looking at?

woman: Pervert too.

Man, this is one shitty gym.

I'll just finish that later.

Pablo: Hey, chief, I had an idea.

You okay?

Yeah, what?

Your place is a good size.

We don't have a venue.

What if you host our events and we split the door?

Have your shows here, you mean?

Yeah, why not?

Do, like, a five show run.

Maybe we'd all make some money.

What does something like that cost?

$20,000.

But it's profitable.

In Houston we turned 20 into, like, 60.

Let me think about it.

Mm-hmm.

You looking for a strong arm, Paige?

Someone to break bones for you?

Carl Lafell is...

All you had to do was ask.

I'll remember that.

You like a little blood, don't you, Paige.

Excuse me?

Does it turn you on, hurting people?

You better watch what you say to me, Ray.

What are you gonna do?

Call your daddy, have him sort this out for you?

Is that the best you can do?

You tell him I want a check for $500,000 made out to Carl Lafell today.

Or what?

Or I'm gonna put you in the trunk of that Aston Martin and drive it off a f*cking cliff.

You ready, ding?

I'm here, ain't I?

Right on.

cr*ck that piece of sh*t, Garth!

[men shouting]

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

Who's a ding, m*therf*cker?

man: Andrew, it was a pleasure, as always.

Governor, be well.

Evening.

Finney: Come on in, Ray.

How was the drive from San Diego?

You got what I came for?

Oh, straight to the point, I like that.

She doesn't often ask for my help, so you must have scared her half to death.

Trust me, she deserved it.

Finney: Maybe she did.

She's been that way since she was a little girl.

Thinks the world is a cruel place.

Finney: Got to give her credit, though, for hedging her bets.

You know she represents the backup quarterback.

Finney: Your check, Mr. Donovan.

Children of the wealthy don't always have it as easy as you think.

You making excuses for them?

Finney: Oh, yes, I am, because I'm retiring soon.

I need someone to keep an eye on my kids while I settle my affairs.

So I had a contract drawn up to buy you and your services and your company lock, stock, and barrel.

Take a look.

An executive, I can buy at any corner market.

But you, Mr. Donovan, not quite so easy.

What do you think?

The numbers don't suit?

I'm not for sale.

So we're still negotiating.

Take the job with Avi.

Why?

Because you don't want to be my partner right now.

What the f*ck?

What is it with you?

Why can't you ever just ask for my help?

f*ck it.

You're right.

I don't want to be your partner.

Fair enough.

Big picture you wanted, right?

We supply the girls cocaine and the ability to front cash.

They sell the Johns coke.

And when Johnny wants to do 'em a second time and can't pay for it, we loan him the money.

We split the proceeds with the girls, get them up-selling these f*ckers.

Expand.

You know, I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but that actually makes sense.

I see it as a franchise.

Cash will be flying in, son.

And you're gonna be my partner.

Okay, so what I got to do?

Be my muscle.

Keep track of the ladies.

And for that, you will have a 20% stake in this operation.

[scoffs] 20%?

Pop, you better rethink your math.

That's my car on the hook... 50/50.

Young man, I will tell you what my father told me.

"f*ck you, 20% is all you get."

[man singing]

♪ Make one man weep ♪
♪ Make another man sing ♪
♪ Change a hawk to a little white dove ♪
♪ More than a feeling ♪
♪ That's the power of love ♪
♪ Tougher than diamonds ♪
♪ And rich like cream ♪
♪ Stronger and harder... ♪

[singing fades]

Oh, baby.

[indistinct speech]

Go, baby, there it is.

[phone rings]

Ray: Hey, sweetheart.

Where are you?

Ray: I'm sorry, Bridge, I'm not gonna make it.

Why not?

Something came up.

[phone beeps]

Bridge?

What are you doing?

I didn't f*cking lie to you.

I thought I told you the first time.

I don't want that bullshit money.

Don't be f*cking stupid.

Take the money.

Take the f*cking money.

♪ I am alone ♪

[bluesy rock music]

♪ In this cold, empty home ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And it's so, so hard ♪
♪ To hold back these tears ♪
♪ I'm caving in ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I live with a troubled mind ♪
♪ ♪
♪ You won't come back one more time ♪
♪ ♪
♪ And I'm much too proud to question why ♪
♪ After all these years I'm caving in ♪
♪ ♪
♪ I walk alone ♪
♪ I walk alone, I can't go on ♪
♪ You know if that's them, I can understand ♪
♪ There must be a chance, I need another chance ♪
♪ 'Cause what you want from me is plain to see ♪
♪ Oh, won't you come back again ♪
♪ Again and again ♪

[bluesy rock music]

♪ ♪
♪ In this cell, I sit alone ♪