04x04 - Federal Boobie Inspector

[bunniefuu]

Ray: Previously on Ray Donovan...

[grunting, g*nsh*t]

[panting]

[g*nsh*t]

Ray: He's with the Russian mob.

What does that have to do with us?

Ray: Mickey got in over his head with an Armenian family in Glendale.

Snitched to the police to protect himself.

Snitched on who?

Ray: First the Armenians, then a Russian they were in business with.

So we decided to go after him ourselves.

It's not just art, is it?

It's dr*gs, girls.

Belikov runs your whole operation.

What do I got to do to make this go away?

[speaking Russian]

[yelling]

I got a sure thing happening, and I could use a partner.

Back in Primm, inside a casino, there's a gorgeous green horseshoe filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Tomorrow night in the middle of the party, we cut the power.

We grab the horseshoe, and we're out before anyone is the wiser.

[tires squealing]

I had a mammogram, Ray.

It's something called stage zero breast cancer.

Please. I can deliver a child.

Get the f*ck out of our way, assh*le!

Hands! Hands!

Put the f*cking g*n down. Put it down.

She keeps f*cking texting me, threatening to k*ll me. There's a puta that I been f*ckin'.

Who is she?

She's my sister, Marisol.

[dramatic music]

[soft guitar music]

[man and woman moaning and grunting]

♪ ♪

Marisol: I'm coming.

[both breathing heavily]

Oh, yeah.

♪ ♪

Anything on the DA?

He clips his toenails, he brushes his teeth, and he feeds his fish, but I'm sure tonight is when a group of hookers are gonna show up with a bottle of scotch and a sh*t-ton of Molly.

Anything... from the DA?

Well, no luck with the evidence locker.

Place has been shut down since Muncie got k*lled.

Oh, sh*t.

I hope Ima's recording So You Think You Can Dance.

What?

What? It's a great show.

It has talented people.

Look, Ray, there's no way we're gonna turn this guy.

We f*cking can't, and even if we could, he's not gonna let Belikov out.

She's right, boss.

We should just f*cking k*ll Sonia Kovitsky.

Keep watching him.

Avi: But we...

[solemn music]

[door clicks open]

[door slams]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

We got to pull the floors up, Ray.

Yeah, we have to replace them, Ray.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

You sure you don't want to get treatment?

Why not?

'Cause I don't have cancer.

There's nothing there.

It's just a test some f*cking assh*le made up to make money, and it shows every g*dd*mn thing.

It's stage zero.

This isn't like your mom.

This is different.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

[chuckles softly]

Go to bed.

Good night.

♪ ♪

So...

I've been speaking to Jackson Holt, and he doesn't think that Belikov k*lled those Armenians.

Might be easier if you told the truth.

Turn yourself in for the murders.

[engine turns over]

Hey, let's go.

Come on.

[clears throat]

Leaving so soon, Mr. Donovan?

I'm going to meet my new granddaughter.

Oh, good heavens.

Well, I hope she's got your eyes.

You look just like Paul Newman.

Thank you.

Where is your granddaughter?

Los Angeles.

Well, I'm going as far as the outlet malls in Covina, but maybe I can take you all the way.

Sure. Great.

Good.

Right there. Come on.

Jesus Christ.

Come on, we're in a f*cking drought.

Homemade.

[cell phone ringing]

What?

Ray: Anything?

Avi: Nope.

Dude just literally washed his tuchus in a bidet.

But we'll keep watching him.

All right.

[hip-hop music playing on stereo]

I can't wait to smell her.

I love the smell of new babies.

It brings back memories.

What, shitty diapers and no sleep?

Yeah, like you'd f*cking know.

Good. You're here.

What's so important, Bunch?

Hey, Teresa.

Come out here, will you?

Oh, she looks just like you, Bunch.

[laughing] Oh!

Look at her. Yeah.

"Hi, Uncle Ray."

Abby: Oh!

[sighs] Ray?

What?

I want you to be the godfather to baby Maria.

Bunch.

[Maria coos]

Bunchy: Lookit, I mean...

I mean, God forbid something happened to me and Teresa.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Yeah, I could get hit by a bus.

Teresa could get cancer. You know.

It's a real honor, Bunchy, Teresa.

Right, Ray?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, you got to be the godmother too.

Oh.

Yeah, Ray, congratulations.

[Maria coos]

Daryll: Yeah, that, uh... that's a good look, Ray.

[hip-hop music continues]

♪ ♪

[Maria coos]

Aw.

Did you know that Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward were married for 50 years?

Till the day he d*ed.

Imagine. In Hollywood. Huh.

Why go out for hamburger when you got steak at home to f*ck?

[gasps]

Right?

Exactly.

[both chuckle]

♪ I don't care if it rains or freezes ♪
♪ As long as I have my plastic Jesus ♪
♪ Sittin' on the dashboard of my car ♪
♪ Comes in colors pink and pleasant ♪
♪ Glows in the dark 'cause it's iridescent ♪
♪ Take it with you when you travel far ♪
♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

[cell phone ringing]

Give me some good news, Harriet.

Harriet: There's no way I can get you that money by tonight. That's refinancing your apartment, selling the Fite Club.

How fast can you do it?

Harriet: Could take months, Ray.

Get it done.

[phone beeps, line rings]

[cell phone buzzes]

Ray: Hey.

Yeah, things are about to get very interesting.

He bought a labeling g*n.

Ray: I'll take care of Holt.

I need you to do something else.

Really? Ray, I prom... I'll do anything.

Anything. I promise.

[doorbell rings]

Ray? Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

Can I come in?

Of course.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

Oh, Ray.

I shouldn't have blown up at you at the funeral.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it. I deserved it.

I've missed you guys.

Deb, I need to get into Ezra's closet.

[sighs]

Nothing ever changes with you, does it, Ray?

I need to get into the safe.

What f*cking safe?

[dramatic music]

The two of you and your f*cking secrets.

♪ ♪

You're beautiful.

Yeah?

[clicking tongue]

Yeah.

Where's Teresa?

She's sleeping.

I told her I could look after Maria.

It's a stupid f*cking tradition, Terry.

Yeah.

I know Ray was there for you, Bunch, but I raised you too.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

No, I get it.

I don't have a wife. I ain't got kids.

I got f*cking Parkinson's.

I could ask Ray if maybe he'd do it with you.

Nah.

I can't take care of a f*cking kid.

[sighs]

[doorbell rings]

Lena: Hey, Abby.

Lena?

This is my friend Jeannie.

Hi.

Hello.

Ray asked me to bring her over.

She's a cancer doctor.

Just f*ck off, both of you.

[cell phone ringing]

Hey.

Are you gonna tell the whole f*cking world?

Abs.

Abby: This is my f*cking problem, okay?

What the f*ck are you doing?

Drinking.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[doorbell rings]

Ray Donovan, here to see Mr. Price.

[Ronnie sobbing]

Ronnie: I knew. I f*cking knew. She hated me. She f*cking hated me, and she wanted him. Something snapped. I hit her with that rope hook, and she fell into the water. I stood there, and I let her drown.

Ezra: I need you to focus on what I'm saying. Suzi had been drinking. You both went below deck at 11 p.m. You went to sleep, and when you woke up in the morning, she was gone.

Ronnie: Ezra...

Ezra: Say it back to me.

Ronnie: Suzi had been drinking. We both went below deck at 11 p.m.

♪ ♪

Ezra Goldman.

So you blackmailing me?

There's a Russian named Ivan Belikov who's been charged with k*lling eight Armenians.

And?

Jackson Holt is prosecuting the case.

Is this about money?

I'll pay you more than you're getting.

Holt needs to drop the charges.

♪ ♪

What's the worst thing you ever did in your life, Mr. Donovan?

What wakes you up in the middle of the night?

How would you feel if I came into your home and threw that horrible secret in your face?

It's not about me.

Ezra promised me this would go away.

Told me it'd never come back.

Ezra's dead.

♪ ♪

[cell phone ringing]

Hector?

I'll be right there.

[sighs]

Got to go to the bathroom, sweetheart?

No.

Just resting your eyes, huh?

Uh-uh.

You want me to drive for a while?

[sighs]

[seat whirring]

Need a nap, honey?

Last thing on my mind.

[chuckles]

I was thinking today is not a good day to go to the outlets.

No?

No.

And I was thinking a drive to LA could be so nice.

Well, thank you.

It would be very kind of you.

Mm-hmm.

[humming]

It ain't gonna lick itself, Mickey.

Mickey: Let the good times roll.

Why did you leave me?

What's he on?

He's dead. He's f*cking dead.

What'd he f*cking take?

I don't know. [sobbing]

sh*t.

We were drinking.

f*cking smoking.

[sobbing]

f*ck me!

Don't let him die.

[retching]

All right.

All right.

[Hector groaning]

Oh, my God.

Thank you.

[gasping]

Thank you.

[coughing]

So what's the deal with you two?

We're not together.

That's not what I asked.

We were together.

Who broke up with who?

She did.

So this is your guilt trip, huh?

The f*ck?

Listen, I know a lot about DCIS.

I'm here to help.

Listen, we haven't figured it all out yet.

We got bloodstains on the floor.

Hey, Abby.

[clears throat] Abby?

You want to go do something?

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, let's go, then. Come on.

What are you doing, Hector?

Don't f*cking look at me like that, Ray.

I don't need your f*cking judgment, man.

Trying to k*ll yourself?

Is that it?

f*ck you, Ray.

What about your daughter?

Hmm?

What about the mess you're leaving her?

Drink this. Drink.

Keep talking.

You're gonna k*ll him.

Really?

You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Funny, he was fine with me before Romero, before you.

You got some f*cked logic.

And you got a crush on my little brother.

Don't say sh*t like that, Marisol.

What, you want to be with him, Hector?

Is that it?

[door clicks open and shut]

Why do you have to f*cking poison everything?

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Oh, by the way, here is my number.

Aren't you afraid your husband's gonna pick up?

Darling, he'd have to get out of the chair.

But you... you... mm, you call me anytime, okay?

[chuckles]

Thanks for the ride.

You bet. Bye-bye.

[R&B music playing on stereo]

♪ ♪

Hey, huh?

Come on. Try something living.

Here. Come on. Come on. Something that moves.

Something that hits back. Come on.

Oh. Oh, you're angry?

Me too.

Hey, I hear... I hear you're an uncle again.

Hey.

Take those f*cking things off.

Look, I've been thinking about what you said.

I don't agree. I disagree.

You're a f*cking Donovan, kid.

Black Irish. Best of both worlds.

I'm telling you.

What do you want, Mickey?

Nothing. I'm here to see the baby.

[laughs]

You know me too well, huh?

The truth is, I got a job for you in Primm, Nevada.

Dangerous, I ain't saying it's gonna be easy, but there's 100 grand cash in there for you.

[chuckling]

Yeah, right.

You don't get enough.

Get your ass into it. Come on.

Get into it.

Start f*cking moving.

Ah. Hello, beautiful mama.

Oh, f*ck no.

What the f*ck are you doing here?

I'm here to see my gorgeous granddaughter.

Pop!

Hey, Bunch.

Thanks for the picture. Thanks for the picture.

Where is she?

Oh. Hey, go get Maria, huh?

I want Pop to hold her.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

What?

Go get the f*cking baby.

Named her Maria, huh?

Yeah.

Good for you.

Named her after Ma.

That's good, son.

She'd be proud looking down, huh?

Hey, listen.

Look what I got.

Can we smoke? Huh?

Can we smoke? [laughs]

Sure.

Yeah.

Brendan, I need you.

Maybe it's best you leave, Pop.

For now.

Okay. Okay.

You might be right.

Let things settle a little bit.

Yeah.

Good to see you.

Bye, Pop.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah?

Daryll: Hey, Ray. Check it out.

Mickey is back in town.

Now, he just came into the Fite Club with some bullshit about a job in Primm, Nevada.

Jesus Christ.

Yeah. Guy wants everyone k*lled.

[sighs] All right.

Thanks for letting me know.

What's up?

My father's back.

What does he want?

I don't know.

Some f*cking plan to rob a casino in Primm.

Something about four million dollars in a horseshoe.

Your father is a f*cking lunatic.

Yeah.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What's wrong with you?

What the hell are you doing asking Ray to be the godfather without asking me first?

What do you mean?

Ray's gonna be a great godfather.

I'm not gonna send our kid to a house where people get sh*t.

They're my family, Teresa.

Ray's not gonna be the godfather.

Oh, yeah. He is.

Your brother's a psycho.

So is your father.

I want to move back to Bakersfield.

Be with my people.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Freshly squeezed.

Yeah. Nice, nice.

Bought myself a juicer.

SkyMall.

So what brings you to the poor part of town, Mr. Price?

Oh, holy f*ck, Ray. I love his movies.

Ronnie: I need a favor, Jackson.

Jackson: Of course.

Ronnie: This goes against just about everything you stand for.

What is it?

Three Matadors?

That is a classic.

Shut the f*ck up, please.

Jackson: Tell me what it is.

A man's been arrested for m*rder.

Yes?

He's facing charges brought by your office.

And?

I need you to drop the charges.

I know... I know I'm putting you in a difficult position.

I don't really have a choice, though, do I?

I don't want to hurt your future, son.

I think you know that.

I owe you my future.

Give me the name.

Mr. Price? Mr. Price, are you okay?

I k*lled her.

Jackson: What?

Ronnie: I k*lled my wife. I k*lled Suzi.

Jesus f*cking Christ.

Ezra Goldman helped me cover it up. He promised me it would go away.

Now what do we do?

I don't f*cking know, Av.

Yeah, well, you can't keep paying that bitch forever.

Look into that casino robbery in Primm.

Find out if there were any arrests.

Wait. You can't be serious.

Just do it.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

What's up, baby?

Hey, boo.

What's happening?

Hey, you want a loosie?

Terry: Kid.

Damon. Damon!

What, you gonna pull a g*n on me again?

What happened at the gym was f*cked up.

You walked into something you shouldn't have.

That ain't no gym.

Yeah, it is.

With g*ns and sh*t at the door?

Well, we try to keep it a gym.

Listen, kid. I meant what I said.

No, you didn't.

Shakey McFuck.

How much for a cigarette?

A dollar.

You got a light?

You ever heard of Marvin Hagler?

No.

You know, you remind me of him.

You move the same.

Is he a boxer or something?

No, he's a f*cking dancer.

[cell phone rings]

Yeah?

I looked into the horseshoe.

Mickey's telling the truth.

Ray: And?

No arrests have been made, which means the money's probably still out there.

Okay.

Ray, what are we going to do about Sonia Kovitsky?

I'll think of something.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Hey, son.

Come on. Stop, have a smoke.

Celebration smoke, huh?

They're strong, so you got to pace yourself.

Here.

How you doing?

I don't know.

Fatherhood agree with you?

I never changed a diaper in my life.

I got to get back in, Pop.

Hey, hold on.

I wouldn't ask you this if it wasn't important.

I know things haven't gone good in the past, but I need your help.

You in trouble?

No, nothing like that.

I got a job for you.

It's f*cking dangerous, I ain't gonna lie to you, but there's...

200 grand cash in it for you.

Hey, Terry.

What the f*ck are you doing back?

Come to see the baby.

Are you coming in, Bunch?

Bunch?

Give these to Teresa, would you?

Hey, Damon. This is my brother Daryll.

Your brother's black?

Black Irish.

Wrap up.

[cell phone rings]

[engine turns over]

[sighs]

Avi: Ray?

Maybe you were right about Sonia.

Avi: Yeah, boss?

Let's get rid of her.

Hey!

Watch the f*cking road, d*ck.

[dramatic music]

Avi: Ray? Are you still there?

♪ ♪

Forget what I just said.

[slow rock music playing]

♪ ♪

Fifteen years ago, I was a general oncologist.

Yeah?

There's a reason I became a breast cancer specialist.

Go ahead.

Feel them.

Touch 'em.

[laughs]

Don't be shy. Come on. Come on.

Give 'em a good feel.

Oh, my God.

They feel real, don't they?

Yeah, they feel f*cking great.

Yeah.

They really do.

Wow.

You can stop touching them now, you f*cking pervert.

I'm gonna tell you something.

I am so blessed to be drunk as hell sitting with a sexy woman like you in a shitty bar like this.

I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for a pushy doctor who forced me to face reality.

[dramatic rock music]

♪ ♪

Stay alive, Abby.

I mean, why not?

♪ ♪

Yeah.

f*ck it. All right.

Attagirl.

The gallery is closed, Mr. Donovan.

Can we talk?

If you need something, speak to my attorney.

It has to be you.

I said speak to Mr. Waller.

I'm out of money. I need more time.

I'm running out of patience.

I know how to get Belikov out.

I could turn the DA. I just need more time.

And if that doesn't work?

I'll turn myself in.

If I can't get him out, I'll do the time.

What good am I to you dead?

You k*ll me, Belikov stays in prison forever.

[rock music playing]

♪ Try, try, try to let it ride ♪
♪ Would you let it ride? ♪
♪ Would you let it ride? ♪
♪ Would you let it ride? ♪
♪ Would you let it ride? ♪

[bouncy rock music playing]

♪ ♪

Thanks a lot.

I was great, and you were sh*t.

♪ ♪

Same again, Ed?

Yes, Lisa.

People underestimate Canadian rock and roll, Ray.

They think Joni's from LA. She's not.

They lump in Neil Young with Crosby, Stills, and Nash.

These are Canadians.

Rush. Bryan Adams.

Yeah, well, that's my point.

Everybody blames Canada for Rush and Bryan Adams, and they forget about all the good stuff.

Bachman-Turner Overdrive is sh*t, though, Cochran.

What are you doing here, Ray?

I got to be honest, never took you for a karaoke guy.

I'm not.

I'll have what he's having, please.

Tequila.

So you gonna sing for us today, Ray?

What are you doing here?

I got a job for you.

[scoffs and laughs]

Is the job telling you to go f*ck yourself?

Because seriously, f*ck yourself, Ray.

You don't got a job. You got a need.

I know you, m*therf*cker.

Two more, please.

You got anything on Jackson Holt?

See, to me, you look like a Bob Seger man.

Am I right?

All right. I need your help, Cochran.

Yeah, well, I need to know if you're a Bob Seger man.

I'm not a f*cking Bob Seger man, all right?

Got nothing to say to you, then.

I can pay you.

I don't think you can afford me, Ray.

Drinking cheap tequila in a f*cking karaoke bar?

I think I can afford you.

Yeah, well, whose fault is that, huh?

As a result, I have a special Ray Donovan price.

Name it.

Five million dollars.

[scoffs]

You're off your f*cking rocker.

Okay.

I guess it's not that important to you.

You got anything or not?

Jackson Holt, really? Really?

Yeah.

Ray, a guy like Holt, you have to feed the f*cking beast, man.

What the f*ck's that supposed to mean?

It means a white whale to make his name ring throughout the land.

That's all that guy cares about.

MJ. OJ.

Phil f*cking Spector.

You got one?

Ray, just give me five million dollars, all right?

In return, what I will give you will make Holt cream in his f*cking jeans.

All right? I'm serious. Headlines.

I'm talking big fat f*cking CNN segments.

Who?

Jesus.

What?

He's just all right with me, man.

I'm feeling that. I'm going up again.

[groans]

What do you got, Cochran?

What do I got? What do I got?

All right. There you go.

Sherman f*cking Radley?

This guy's a real beauty, okay?

I'm surprised you've never worked for him, actually.

The file I have on this guy will shock the f*cking world, all right?

You bring it to Holt, that guy will do whatever the f*ck it is you need him to do.

I promise you.

Two million.

I said five million, Ray.

Two.

[sighs]

If I do two... if I do two... you got to do something else for me.

What?

Two words, man.

Bob f*cking Seger.

I'm serious.

[slow piano music playing]

♪ ♪

Come on!

♪ ♪

♪ I know you're weary ♪

I know you're wea...

Yeah!

♪ ♪

Sing!

♪ Don't include me ♪
♪ Still here we are ♪
♪ Both of us lonely ♪

Come on. Commit!

♪ Longing for shelter ♪
♪ From all that we see ♪

Yeah!

♪ Why should we worry? ♪
♪ No one will care, girl ♪
♪ Look at the stars ♪
♪ So far away ♪
♪ We've got tonight ♪
♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪
♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪
♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

Now I'm in there, see? I'm giving her the full arsenal.

[mumbling]

♪ Deep in my soul ♪
♪ I've been so lonely ♪
♪ All of my hopes ♪
♪ Fading away ♪
♪ I've longed for love ♪
♪ Like everyone else does ♪
♪ I know I'll keep searching ♪
♪ Even after today ♪
♪ So there it is, girl ♪
♪ I've said it all now ♪
♪ And here we are, babe ♪
♪ What do you say? ♪
♪ We've got tonight ♪
♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪
♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪
♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

♪ ♪

♪ I know it's late, I know you're weary ♪
♪ Weary ♪
♪ Ooh, I know your plans ♪
♪ Don't include me ♪
♪ Still here we are ♪
♪ Both of us lonely ♪
♪ Both of us lonely ♪
♪ Lonely ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Oh, oh ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

woman: Yeah!

man: All right!

Ray Donovan, everybody!

Yeah! Whoo!

Mickey: The baby likes you, see?

You're very peaceful.

Hey.

Four million dollars in that f*cking horseshoe?

Yeah.

You know where the money is?

Yeah.

Indian named Ed Moapa has it.

Go to bed, Bunch.

Pop needs help, and I'm gonna help him.

Ray: You got a wife and baby now.

Mickey's a f*cking idiot.

No way I'm letting you go.

f*ck you, Ray.

Who d*ed and made you boss?

I said go to bed.

All right.

You stay here.

We got to talk.

What's the matter, Bunch?

Did the Godfather send you to bed?

[laughs]

f*ck you.

Look, I know things have gotten f*cked up in the past...

Other than the cops, who else is looking for it?

Just a cocksucker named Little Bill Primm.

Who's he?

Owns the casino.

What's the deal with the Indian?

Just an Indian. Works in a gas station.

Anyone else involved?

An inbred desert rat named Pinkie.

Money's real, Ray.

[dramatic music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, 5 a.m.

♪ ♪

Holy sh*t.

Sometimes you got to believe in God.

♪ ♪

[door clicks open]

What was that sh*t with Lena earlier?

[sighs]

I don't want you to die.

That's what it was.

So you set me up with her ex?

Yeah.

Well... she kissed me on the mouth.

And I felt her tits.

[chuckles]

Well, that plan sure backfired.

[laughs]

What's all this?

That's your baptism robe.

I thought Maria could wear it for the christening.

Where'd you get it?

I kept it.

You're drunk.

f*ck you. You're drunk.

Yeah.

I thought you stopped drinking.

Yeah.

I like you drunk.

Right now.

The way you're looking at me.

That kind of drunk, I like.

Hmm.

I sang karaoke tonight.

The hell you did.

[laughs]

♪ I know it's late ♪

[laughs]

♪ I know you're weary ♪
♪ I know your plans ♪
♪ Don't include me ♪

both: ♪ Still here we are ♪
♪ Both of us lonely ♪
♪ Longing for shelter ♪
♪ From all that we see ♪

[laughs]

♪ Why should we worry? ♪
♪ No one will care, girl ♪
♪ Look at the stars ♪
♪ So far away ♪
♪ We've got tonight ♪
♪ Who needs tomorrow? ♪
♪ We've got tonight, babe ♪
♪ Why don't you stay? ♪

[soft piano music]

♪ ♪