Previously
on Ray Donovan...
You keep it on...
Feratti wants to see you.
Don't do it!
Keep your hands
where I can see 'em!
Had an idea.
Hey, stop it!
Get off of her!
Don't you f*cking do this!
Are you f*cking kidding me-
How you doing, Ray?
- Danny.
- Hey, Ray.
Mark Lanegan's "When Your
Number Isn't Up" playing
Did you call
for the night porter
You smell the blood
running warm
I stay close
to this frozen border
So close I can hit it
with a stone
Now something crawls
right up my spine
That I always got
To follow
Turn out the lights
Don't see me drawn
And hollow
Just blood running warm
No one needs to tell you
That there's no use
for you here anymore
And where are your friends
They've gone away
It's a different world
They left you to this
To janitor
The emptiness
So let's get it on
Did they call
for the night porter
And smell the blood,
blood running warm
Well I've been waiting
at this frozen border
So close you could hit it
with a stone
Ter.
The f*ck you doing?
Mick and Ma-
so they used to come back
from Florene's, drunk
and singing and dancing
to Gladys Knight.
And you and Ray-
you were asleep,
and I used to crawl
out of bed,
and I used to watch.
- Florene?
- Yeah.
Yeah, you remember,
Florene.
Yeah.
Talking...
Anyway, Ma, she always
used to close the night
with a Boston Slammer,
'cause she said it helped
to settle her belly.
You gotta lick that.
I know how to do it.
She was a tough lady.
Ah.
Sweet.
She was a good mother.
No, she was a f-
she was a f*cking great mother.
In every
b*at of my heart
A b*at's for you
And every
Toast of wine
Every b*at of My Heart.
Hm.
She used to be in the kitchen,
singing it over and over
and over again.
Sláinte.
Sláinte.
I want to see her, you know?
Talk to her.
Yeah, yeah,
me too, Bunch.
Every day.
I'm gonna turn myself in.
To the cops?
Am I supposed to do?
Be on the f*cking lam?
No, you just-
you just stay here with me.
And hide in a closet?
I don't know, Bunch,
but
you don't want
any part of prison.
Morning.
So Ray,
the boys talked it over
last night
after all the f*cking drama
about the situation here.
Yeah?
And Danny
was saying that
you didn't know
what you were doing,
that had you known,
you would never have gotten
involved with Novak.
Known what?
Well, our interests
are in opposition.
Oh, yeah.
Well, now we know.
Right.
Well, maybe last night
should've been
more of a conversation.
Sure.
Well, the short of it:
stop pulling that sh*t
in the mayor's race.
Help us fix
what you broke.
What sh*t?
The town hall stunt
with Cesar Martinez,
the bullshit att*ck
in Central Park.
I don't know
what you're talking about.
And going after Feratti
at the Athletic Club,
threatening to k*ll him.
I suppose
that wasn't you,
either, huh?
I gotta be honest with you,
Ray.
This isn't how I was hoping
this conversation would go.
Oh?
What were you hoping for, Rad?
Come on, Ray.
Help me help you.
Cesar Martinez.
The f*cking bullshit
r*pist in Central Park.
Now, how do we put that
back in the bag?
I don't know.
You don't know, huh?
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That refresh your memory?
f*ck you.
I need a, uh-
a one-way
on the 8:30 to Buffalo.
8:30's sold out.
When's the next one?
Overnighter.
Departs at 10:00 p.m.
I better grab that one.
How much?
Sixty-six dollars.
I need to see some ID.
Here's, uh-
here's a $20,
there's $50, there's $70.
Here.
Here's my ID.
Here.
Have a good day, Father.
Yeah.
God bless you, then.
When I say 7:00 a.m.,
I expect 7:00 a.m.
There's a consensus
amongst my colleagues
that the best course of action
is to arrest you
very publicly,
then watch
the cockroaches scatter.
I need more time.
And I need Feratti
admitting
his role in the organization,
and I need it on tape.
Give me a few more days.
You, of all people, should know
how many cops
are in Feratti's pocket.
Yeah?
Hey.
Your boy's in the basement.
- What?
- Ray.
We picked him up last night.
Rad nearly k*lled him.
What are you talking about?
That m*therf*cker's
been on Novak's campaign
this whole time.
- Did you know about that?
- No.
Yeah, well,
you need to come in.
Our friends at the 1-3-2?
I gotta go.
Mac.
Next time, it's the evidence,
or I'm reading you your rights.
You think Maria
will forgive me?
Yeah.
You forgave Mick.
Let's go to Boston.
What?
See Ma, Bridget,
and you can spend one last day
with your brother.
Prison ain't going nowhere.
All right.
I washed the sh*t
out of my hair.
Cleaned up.
Come on.
Terry Dono-vizzle.
What's up, my nizzle?
What the f*ck are you doing
here?
You know my guy?
Oh, Jay White?
Yeah, uh,
he flew to Malibu
last night-
uh, rehab-
so they shut production down
for a month.
Ah, f*cking p*ssy.
Yeah, he is.
Well, anyways,
turns out that PTSD
and cocaine do not mix.
So, you know,
I figured in the meantime,
I'd come here, work out,
keep my sh*t tight.
Yeah, all right.
It's all yours, D.
Hey, wa-whoa, Terry.
I mean,
you got some time to take me
through a few rounds?
No, I'm just leaving.
But where are you going?
Home.
Wait, S-Southie, home?
Yeah.
N-I'm-
I'd love to go.
Yeah.
Yeah, we can bus you in.
Okay.
Jesus.
Drink it.
Come on.
You look horrible.
What are you doing, Mac?
Told you.
I f*cking told you.
I f*cking told you
to get out of town.
Didn't I?
Why are you here?
You have to work
with us.
Tell Rad everything you know,
figure out a way
to get Ed Feratti
back in the lead.
And if I don't?
Be smart here.
Rad, Danny-
these guys...
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Think of your kids.
Go f*ck yourself.
I'm trying to save your life.
You understand that?
Unbelievable.
f*cking unbelievable.
What'd he say?
I talked some sense
into him.
Ray understands.
He'll work for us.
I got orders
to keep him.
Well, let me talk
to Feratti.
He was clear.
Ray can change the game.
He can win this election
for us.
No.
Look what he did
with Novak.
Okay, we don't make a move,
Feratti's gonna lose.
And what if you're wrong?
I'll take Ray out.
But if I'm right,
if Ray delivers,
I deserve a seat
at this table.
- With Feratti?
- No, Eli f*cking Manning.
I'll call, ask,
tell the big man
what you promised.
Good.
You know, Bunch,
I just want to say
I'm sorry about your kid.
Her name's Maria.
Well, I'm sorry about Maria.
Told you to throw that g*n
in the f*cking river.
What?
This is your fault.
Well, how's this my fault?
You sh*t Frank Barnes.
Yeah, and you kidnapped
my movie star!
Yeah, and you put Pop
in jail.
Ray made me do it.
You always do everything
Ray tells you to?
Do you?
f*ck you.
You shouldn't even
be on this trip.
I paid for these tickets!
Yeah, with the money you got
from screwing Mickey over.
Enough.
You know what?
B-Bunchy, you got something
to say to me?
Yeah.
You're a sh*t singer.
Terry, you hear this guy?
Girl, it's the first thing
in the morning
And I'm thinking
about your sweet thing
Okay, don't do it
to yourself.
And it's got me
feeling high
You're embarrassing
yourself, and won't you stop-
All right, drink up.
We're gonna be late.
High
f*cking assh*le.
That one went platinum.
Here.
You know, I vouched for you
back there.
Put myself on the line.
Come on, Ray.
They would've let you
rot, or even k*lled you.
What'd you tell them?
That you'd f*ck
Novak's campaign.
Come on, Ray.
God damn it, Ray.
Where you going?
You don't have a choice.
They're gonna hold me
responsible, okay?
Punish me, my family.
I f*cking vouched for you!
Ray!
desolate music
How about those other games?
Manhunt.
You, one versus, like,
10 to 1200-
She wants to be
by the shore.
She likes the water.
Where the hell have you been?
I need you to bring me a g*n.
Pier 44, Red Hook.
Jesus.
uneasy music
I'd say it takes
about 20 years off,
if that's what you're going
for.
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm an old fucker, huh?
But I still got a right hand
like a f*cking hammer.
Boom.
That happens
from down here, you know.
That moves first,
and then you-
Very butch.
Can I try on those glasses?
Sure.
Just wanna see, you know?
Ooh, tasty.
Tasty.
How much, uh-
how much
for the entire wardrobe?
Y-your whole thing,
just as it-as it is.
- This whole thing?
- Yeah.
- $500?
- Nah.
$800?
How about $1,000
and a date?
I'm sorry, kid.
I don't swing that way
no more.
But you used to.
When you're in a tight spot,
you get creative.
But I never got f*cked
in the ass,
or vice versa.
$1,500.
Does that include the chain?
Sure.
Deal.
Hey.
Where's the g*n?
What's going on?
They arrested me last night.
Kept me in Staten Island.
- Why?
- They know everything.
Want me to work for Feratti.
All right,
so what do you want to do?
I gotta go get Bridget.
They're outside
her apartment.
- You can't do that.
- Why not?
Because they know who you are.
So?
So what, you're gonna
sh**t 'em?
Let me go.
No.
Ray, they don't know
what I look like.
Come on.
I'll be fast, I promise.
All right.
Take her to my place
and sit with her.
Lena.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Yeah?
Mr. Donovan.
We need to talk
about your friend Mac.
Who is this?
suspenseful music
Patrolman responding
to a possible expl*si*n
on the corner of Van Brunt
and King.
Hi.
I-I think a car blew up
over there.
Why do I get the feeling
you had
something to do
with that expl*si*n?
Because I just blew up a car.
Where's your boyfriend?
You want to explain
what the f*ck is going on?
Yeah.
Will you text him?
Tell him not to come back here.
Put this on.
Bridge, I know.
I'm sorry,
but I just-I need you
to do this.
You know
it's f*cking ridiculous, right?
I do, yes.
The famed Hollywood fixer.
What do you want?
Your friend Mac?
He's caught between a rock
and a hard place.
So?
It's not my problem.
No, but Michael Radulovic,
Daniel Bianchi,
Judge R. Gregory Scholl,
Mayor Ed Feratti-
they are your problem.
Mine and yours, Mr. Donovan.
You see, this whole dance-
it's over a private prison
built on 70 acres
of wasteland in Staten Island.
Arthur k*ll houses
roughly 4,000 inmates.
You know how much those bodies
made Feratti
in kickbacks last year?
Four, five million, at least.
Probably more.
What's your point?
I want Feratti as badly
as you do,
but I can't get him
without my informant.
What's that got to do
with me?
I want you to do
what they asked you to do.
Fire a sh*t
at Anita Novak.
That way, you and your family
will be safe,
and Mac will avoid
serious time in Attica.
I do that,
Feratti wins the election.
That may be the battle,
but not the w*r.
I'll arrest him eventually,
and Arthur k*ll
will go for auction.
Sam Winslow will be
a happy woman.
You know, I was sitting
in O'Donoghue's
long before Sergeant McGrath
hauled you into the 132nd.
Yeah, I saw that, Ray.
Saw a few other things, too.
Like what?
Fetu Autufuga
ring a bell?
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I'd appreciate your help,
in exchange for mine.
eerie ringing music
Yeah?
Meet me at Stuyvesant Square.
Where the hell
have you been?
Out looking for a job.
You need to leave
- the apartment.
- Huh?
I'll explain later.
Just, you need to leave.
Oh, hold on.
There's somebody
at the door.
- Who?
- I don't know.
I should answer it.
- It's probably, like, a-
- No, don't!
No, could be, like, a cop,
or a firefighter.
No, Smitty-
Uh, yeah?
I'm looking for Bridget.
- Who is it?
- I don't know,
it's some old dude.
Looks like the guy
from Boogie Nights.
Mark Wahlberg?
No, uh, you know,
the Burt Reynolds guy,
except he's a little taller.
Hey.
W-what do you want?
I'm Bridget's grandfather.
Oh, sh*t.
What?
It's your grandfather.
What the f*ck?
Why is Mickey there?
Is that her?
Let me speak to her.
He wants to talk to you.
No, Smitty,
he is a f*cking fugitive.
She says that now is-
is not really a good time.
Give me the phone, son.
Good boy.
Hey, sweet pea.
How you doing?
What do you want?
I'm gonna be leaving, Bridge.
I don't know when, if ever,
I'm
gonna see you again.
Put Smitty back on the phone.
I just want you to know
I love you.
Put him back
on the phone.
Here.
Hey.
Hey.
Get him out of there,
go to a coffee shop,
and call me when you get there.
All right.
Hey, I gotta go.
Uh-
You her boyfriend?
I'm her fiancé.
Wow.
Congratulations.
Yeah, thanks.
Tell her I'm sorry
I wasn't a better grandfather.
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How long you been wearing
a wire?
Had a little talk with Emerson
on the piers today.
I didn't know
who to turn to, Ray.
I didn't know who to trust.
I need you to believe me.
I wanted to tell you.
A hundred f*cking times,
I wanted to tell you.
I just was so f*cking spun.
There's a guy named Will Evans
paroled out of Rikers
yesterday.
330 Water Street.
I want you to pick him up
and hold him for possession.
Why?
You want me to take down
Anita Novak
- or not?
- Yeah.
Thank you, Ray.
You know what happens
to cops in Attica, Ray?
What would happen
to Jimmy and Amber?
I did what I had to do, Ray.
I did it for my family.
Christ, you think I wanted
to put you in this position?
Well, you did.
Ray.
On my way.
Here you go.
Oh, sh*t.
Okay, Bunch man,
where to first?
Yo, how about we go to Fenway,
go check out the Green Monster?
Dodgers fans don't get
to go to Fenway.
So what you saying?
Saying that hat's f*cking ugly.
I thought it was the Yankees
you guys hated.
It's Boston.
It's the Sox or nothing.
Yeah, well,
I'm a Dodger fan, man.
I ain't take my hat off
for nobody.
Yeah?
Your funeral.
But seriously,
where are we going?
See Ma and Bridge.
Terry,
is he gonna be all right?
He wants to turn himself in.
What?
He can't see it any other way.
I mean, that's freaking crazy,
Terry.
So-I don't know.
What are we gonna do?
Been trying
to figure that out, D.
What do I say?
I don't know.
Hey, Ma.
Hey, Bridge.
You know, I always think
about the fingernails.
What?
They keep on growing
after you die.
You hear that?
The toenails, too.
You know, Ma was always
there for you,
and she did the best she could.
Now can we go
and get a drink?
Kelly's?
Sure.
I miss you, Ma.
I love you.
I love you, Bridge.
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Oh, sh*t.
Come on in.
Look, Ray.
I don't know what you're up to,
but I didn't-
This is Robbi.
She's the executive producer
of Nightly Nation.
Nice to meet you, Justine.
What the f*ck is going on?
Can you give us a minute?
Sit down.
You're gonna be the lead guest
on Robbi's show.
I want you to tell Billy Till
that a man you never met before
hired you to stage
the Central Park att*ck.
You're gonna tell him
it was a fake.
Why the f*ck would I do that?
Because your brother
just got arrested again.
What?
No, I-
I was just with Will
this morning.
He-
I can get him out.
You had my brother arrested.
Does Lena know about this?
Don't mention Lena's name,
or mine.
Are we clear?
You're a f*cking assh*le.
Good.
I don't see my kid, neither.
Yeah?
f*cking heartache of my life.
What happened?
Screwed this barfly, Pamela,
in my marital bed.
Stupid me.
Wife came home,
caught us 69ing.
That was before the accident.
Next day, she took the kids
to her mother's in Allentown,
never came back.
If I could do it over,
you know what I should've done?
Taken Pamela
to a Motel 6.
Yeah, you oughta tell
your brother
to take off that hat.
I already f*cking told him.
So where's he been?
f*ck if I know.
Well, how you stay
with a guy like that?
Well, first off,
he's the father of my kid.
Second off, uh, he loves me.
Yeah, but do you love him?
Enough.
And what would Abby say?
Abby was a good aunt,
She would just've given me
a box of really f*cking nice
hand-me-downs,
tell me to keep a bank account
that Mike knows nothing about.
Yeah, that's Abby.
Let me get you another sh*t.
Now, folks,
just when you thought
that politics couldn't get
any dirtier, they just do.
Anita Novak, a candidate
too good to be true,
a real-life hero
who saves a woman
from being r*ped
in Central Park.
In the wake of that story,
she then takes a lead
in every poll.
Just one thing:
Anita Novak is no savior.
With me in studio:
the victim of that att*ck,
Ms., uh, Justine Evans.
- Oh, sh*t.
- What?
Thank you
for having me.
So, tell us
what happened in the park.
How'd you get involved
in the Novak campaign?
A stranger
approached me.
How?
Well, the way clients
usually do,
with a phone call.
I was asked to-
to do something,
to fake something.
To fake what?
An attempted r*pe.
Why?
So Anita Novak
could save me.
How much
were you paid?
$50,000.
$50,000?
As in 5-0?
And this-and this ruse
put over on the public-
it was devised and planned
by the Novak campaign?
- I don't know.
- You don't?
Can you tell us
who paid you?
No, I never met him.
I never saw him.
He didn't give me his name.
An envelope of money
just showed up in my mailbox.
Oh, so-so this was not
the same man
who a-who pretended
to att*ck you in the park.
No.
Folks, I get it.
It's a dirty, dirty business.
But paying an escort
to stage a r*pe
so that your candidate
can appear the hero-
well, who comes up
with a scheme like that?
So far, no comment
from the Novak campaign.
How's it going, Lou?
All right, Rad.
How 'bout yourself?
Two more whiskeys here.
Hey.
You did good today.
Yeah.
And that thing we discussed?
What, you meeting
with Feratti?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, not yet.
Ray did what we asked.
I mean, look at the news.
Novak's finished.
Feratti says it's not enough.
What?
Well, he wants the hooker
to name Sam Winslow
as the person who paid her.
Why does that matter?
Feratti's gonna win
this election.
Sure.
He's got a vendetta, I guess.
Against a f*cking billionaire?
That is way above
our pay grade, my friend.
Can you get Ray to do it?
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Incriminate Winslow?
Mm-hmm.
I'll ask.
And Mac, let me be clear.
This is not a request.
It's an order.
Understood.
Good.
We'll see if I can get you
that sit-down with Feratti,
huh?
Go Yankees.
You take care, Lou.
See you, Rad.
In every...
That's her favorite song.
b*at of my heart...
Mary?
Yeah.
There's a b*at for you...
Um...
Terry, I just want to say, man,
I'm really sorry.
About what?
Every...
It was all that sh*t
with my mom and Mickey...
Oh, get out of here.
All that crap
had nothing to do with you.
There's a toast for you...
I really appreciate you, Terry.
Well, it didn't.
Yo, get me a Boggs here.
Hey.
Sweetheart,
I'm talking to you.
In a minute.
No, how about not in
a f*cking minute?
How about now?
Hey, the lady said
in a minute.
Yo, who the f*ck
is this guy?
Yo, guy,
who the f*ck are you
supposed to be,
some kind of, uh,
Bilbo f*cking Baggins?
Is he a middleweight?
No.
Hey, my man,
come on.
Don't be that dude.
She's getting your drink.
Yo, when do you think-
and look, I'm just being,
uh, you know, historically
f*cking speaking here.
When do you think they started
letting LA faggots
into our bar?
Come on, Terry.
Let's move down.
Come on, brother.
I'm f*cking with you.
Sit down, bro.
Yo, there's nothing worse
than a black man acting
like a f*cking LA f*gg*t,
am I right?
Hey, f*ck you.
Oh, and a happy f*cking
Hobbit Day to you too, huh?
Yo, my man, that's
my brother you're talking to.
Holy sh*t.
You two are brothers?
Yes, we are,
and you better shut your mouth.
- Shut my mouth?
- Yeah.
And what is this,
f*cking grade school?
Those are my brothers, too.
Yo, get the f*ck-
we got the whole
g*dd*mn Village People
up in here, huh?
Yo, ginger, look,
I hate to be the bearer
of bad news,
but this brother
is a f*cking nig-
Oh!
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You're my
Inspiration
And everything
I do
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Whoa.
- Are you okay?
- Why, you-
What the f*ck?
Hey, get over here!
Hey, stop!
Hey!
Stop!
Jeez!
I bet those guys
are gonna call the cops.
Yeah, well, they ain't got use
of their mouths no more.
Yeah, or their hands.
Hey, we should go to Fenway.
Yeah, yeah, I could use
- a hot dog.
- A hot dog?
You're-
you're not hungry?
No, no, no.
In Fenway,
they got these-these sausages
with these onions and pep-
Bunch!
Bunchy,
where you going, man?
Where's Bridge?
Justine called me.
Her brother's out.
Was it worth it?
Anita's finished, and Sam's
gonna come after you.
I'll figure it out.
Well, I hope you're right.
What'd you do this time?
It's over.
Can Smitty go home?
Yeah.
And can I go home?
Sure.
I'll give you a ride.
No, no thank you.
How many miles between us
is it gonna take, Dad?
What do you mean?
How far do I have to go
to get away from all of this?
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I'm sorry, sweetheart.
You always are.
You...
and your father.
You f*cked me.
You f*cked me so bad.
In the sacristy,
in the reconciliation room...
in Father O'Connor's
private quarters...
in his car...
and the bedroom
that I grew up in.
You keep on f*cking me
over and over and over
and over again.
Show me one f*cking thing,
something.
I deserve it.
I deserve it, don't I?
You show me
right the f*ck now!
Right.
I f*cking hate you.
I f*cking hate you
so f*cking much.
Hey, Bunch,
you all right, man?
- How do I get to the FBI?
- Oh, w-w-w-w-whoa.
Listen to me, listen to me,
listen to me.
You're not gonna turn
yourself in, okay?
What do I got, Daryll?
I got no wife.
I got no kid.
I'm a f*cking felon.
I don't know.
We'll figure something out,
man, but you're not
gonna turn yourself in, okay?
Bunch.
What's the matter
with you?
uneasy music
Holy sh*t.
What?
What's wrong?
What?
Bunchy...
Hey!
Whoa!
Bunchy!
Leave a message.
Yeah, Ray.
It's me again.
Call me back.
uneasy music
Who the f*ck are you?
Ooh!
In
Every
b*at of my heart
There's a b*at
For you
In every
Toast of wine
There's a toast
For you
In all my
Conversation
You're my
Inspiration
And everything I do
I do for you
Although we're
So far apart
My love
Is true
True, true
06x07 - The 1-3-2
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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.
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.