Previously on Ray Donovan:
- Try this one. - You're a cop.
Never know when you'll get in trouble. You do, give me a call.
We met today at the gun range. I'm going back there tomorrow.
What'd your father say?
He was gonna take me to the kid's house to apologise.
Donovans don't apologise.
It's your new birthday, son. You got a new life ahead of you.
- Thanks, Re-Kon. - What are you doing here?
- My dad will kill you. - I miss you, Bridg.
I've gone to some very bad places in my life trying to be brave.
- So have I. - So we have that in common.
It's not the way things are done.
You kill a woman for passion. This is business.
This is Abby Donovan. Maybe your new neighbour.
Oh, you're from Boston. I find it charming.
Why are you talking like that?
Whatever do you mean?
Just because we fucked doesn't mean I won't do my job.
Can I see you again?
Was mouthing off to a detective. Said he was on the docks when Sully got shot.
Don't kill him.
Who said anything about killing?
- Kate McPherson, Boston Globe. - I got a story for you.
I'll need to speak in person. Meet me?
Talk to my father, your life is in danger. I'm texting you an address.
- Will you be there? - Mickey Donovan.
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Go ahead, Con.
Okay.
I shouldn't have pushed you down the stairs.
But you did break my phone.
Is that it? Go on.
What? I said I shouldn't have done it.
I didn't hear the words "I'm sorry."
- Tell him you're sorry. - Dad, it's okay. We're friends.
Hey. Is he gonna apologise or not?
- Conor. - What?
- Say you're sorry. - He shouldn't make me a bitch.
- Hey. - A bitch? This what you teach him?
Don't talk to us like that.
- Relax. - Look at me when I'm talking to you.
This is over.
- Over? - Come on, Con. Let's go.
He broke my kid's collarbone, for Christ's sake. He's a menace.
You're gonna hear from my lawyer.
You blocked me in at the boxing gym.
Ray sent me to watch you. I'm staying with you all day.
Have a bagel. I have things to do.
Ray told me to show you this-.
- You know who that is, right? - Kenneth Benson. Tiny.
He was part of Sully's gang. Ray was not kidding.
Things are dangerous now.
I can take care of myself.
Yeah? Guys took your father last night.
What do you mean, "took him"?
Took him.
They kidnapped him! They broke the fucking door down!
Those guys were pros!
Hey, shut up. Sit down. Bigtime.
Someone took Grandpa?
Find him. Do your job.
- What the fuck do you think I'm doing? - Piece of sh...
Don't worry. That was his parole officer. He'll find him.
Dad?
Did he really kill somebody?
I don't wanna talk about it, Con.
It was a long time ago.
Oh, I heard from Senator Feinstein's office.
We are set for the fundraiser tonight.
Head table.
Good.
Oh, sweetie, look at those scratches.
Let me get you some Neosporin.
You were a real tiger last night. Never seen you like that before.
Ed, what's wrong?
Loose ends. I'm cleaning them up today, though.
That is right, babe. You don't let anything distract you.
You have to be on point tonight with Senator Feinstein.
She's a gun-hating liberal.
She is the senior member of the judiciary committee
and we are going to need her support for your confirmation.
- Yeah. - Eddie.
Keep your eyes on the prize.
You're right. You're right, as usual.
Hey, hey, hey. Ha-ha-ha. Bee-ee-ee. Ha-ha-ha.
Hey, Frank.
Oh, fuck.
- Where's my father? - I don't know.
Your guys took him. Where'd you put him?
- I don't know, and I don't give a shit. - Yeah?
Aah! Fuck!
Where is he, Frank?
You think Cochran tells me anything? He doesn't.
Tells you to kill people. He made me kill that poor fucker.
It was like killing a fucking dog. Oh, fuck!
- Where's my father, Frank? - I don't know. Cochran's cut me out.
Give me something I can use against him.
I think he's clean. All right, all right. Fuck.
There's rumour he's fucking someone's wife.
Who?
His ASAC, Volcheck.
Fuck.
That was for Tiny.
Mama, I'm getting sick. I think I should stay home from school.
Okay.
Okay?
- What's that? - It's a gun.
Your father gave it to me.
Well, what's it for?
I shoot it at a range. It's a sport.
I really think I'm sick. Feel my head.
Oh, it feels fine.
You barely touched it. Do you wanna see a doctor?
No, but...
So stay home. You're making straight A's.
Don't you wanna check my temperature?
There's a thermometer in the bathroom.
Mickey disappeared last night.
Call Steve Davis. See if he knows anything.
Okay, boss. You want me to check the morgue too?
No, not yet.
Yeah, Officer Steve Davis.
- Look at the time. - What about it?
Director of the Los Angeles FBI
socialising with his ASAC until 2 in the morning.
Cochran's supposed to be fucking her.
- See if you can find any proof. - Okay.
Excuse me, can you tell me where Frank Barnes keeps his boat?
Special Agent Barnes.
I've been trying to talk to you for the past few days.
I'm a reporter for The Boston Globe. And for some reason,
your boss won't let me near you. You wanna tell me why?
No comment.
Nobody could catch Sully, but you did.
You ought to get some attention for it, not just a medal.
- Leave me alone. - What happened to your face?
I know your boss is lying.
Sully didn't arrive in L.A. when he said he did. I also know
that Mickey Donovan was on the docks the night Sully was killed.
Maybe the FBI didn't have a plan to catch Sully. Maybe they just got lucky.
Come on, Frank. What is Cochran hiding?
You're gonna get yourself killed.
What did you just say?
Nothing.
Frank. Why would someone wanna kill me?
- Who beat you up, Frank? - Ask your fucking boyfriend.
Are you talking about Ray Donovan?
Yeah? She ditched me.
I lost her. Damn it, Av.
What can I do? She jumped on a boat.
Conor? Dad? Did you find Grandpa?
- He's gonna be fine, Con. - How do you know?
No one out there wants to hurt him.
- You did. - I did what?
- You pistol-whipped him, remember? - Yeah, well, that was different.
- Are you really looking for him? - Your grandfather's gonna be fine.
You like it? You like it? Put me in a fucking cage.
You think you can scare me? Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
Are those real diamonds?
Of course they real, shorty.
You know, I don't need both of these.
Really? Come here.
Take that one out.
You wear one and I wear one.
- What's this for? - Because you're mine.
I love it.
Thank you.
Sorry.
You wanna go to a party?
What the fuck are you doing?
- I'm looking for Mickey Donovan. - What for?
I'm a reporter.
Oh, he was waiting for you last night.
Oh, he had some important shit to tell you.
Da Vinci Code - type shit.
Now, I don't know where he's at.
Maybe the Vatican. They're probably torturing him.
He wanted to give you this.
Well, I'll be on my way.
- You need to go back to Boston. - Is this how you get rid of girls?
You're causing headaches for some dangerous people.
I'm trying to protect you.
When I was writing about paedophile priests, I got death threats all the time.
That didn't stop me.
Sully didn't die the way the FBI said he did.
I can't finish my book until I know what really happened.
It really bothers you, doesn't it? Not being in control?
Yeah?
I know where he is. Where?
- It's gonna cost you. - Are you fucking kidding me?
Everything I'm doing for you is illegal. I could lose my fucking job.
What do you want?
I was at the track yesterday, and I'm down.
Seven grand?
Go to my office. The girl will give it to you.
Now, where the fuck is my father?
It's you.
I want a lawyer. I know my rights. I get to make a phone call.
Who would you call, Mick? Who gives a shit about you? Ray?
For one. Oh, yeah?
Paid Sully 2 million dollars to have you killed.
It's a complicated relationship. Maybe you wanna call
that fucking reporter.
Ohh... You're spying on me. That's against the law.
There's no law here. There's just me.
I'm the law! Me!
I'm about to become the number one law enforcement officer in the U.S.
Hell, in the fucking free world, Mick.
But you Irish Spring, you Lucky Charms eating pieces of fucking shit!
You guys are gonna bring me down. Top of the morning to you.
You know, Mick, I have this ambition. Heh.
I don't know where it comes from. My whole life
I've been on this path towards greatness.
I'm disciplined too. I don't lie, I don't cheat on my taxes.
I don't text when I drive. Regular Boy Scout.
Why does Ray hate you so much? I wish I could tell you.
Must've done something. What'd you do to him?
I missed a few birthdays, maybe.
You two are the most self-destructive, crazy motherfuckers
that I've ever met.
Just us now, Mick.
It's a statement saying that Ray told you that he killed Agent Van Miller.
What, you think I'd let that go? The murder of a brother agent?
You wanna pin it on Ray?
Sign the statement. I'll send you back to Mexico.
I'm not ratting out my son. Go fuck yourself.
Okay, Mick.
Enjoy the view.
Can I get some more bullets?
Really getting your target practice in today.
Yeah. Listen, there's a cop who shoots here sometimes.
Lots of cops shoot here. ls there a specific one that you're interested in?
You know, forget the bullets. I gotta go.
Thanks.
Hello? Hey, Deb.
Hi, Abby. I wanna see the Trousdale house.
Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.
No, I just wanna see it. Can I get in?
Cochran's holding him at the FBI building. We need to get him out.
We need a superior court judge. You know one?
- Of course. He's a dear friend. - What's his name?
- Raymond, I can't. - I need a name, Ezra.
He's a religious man. We study Torah together. He won't break the law.
I'll convince him.
- We've committed enough sins. - Mickey's talking to Cochran.
He could tell him everything. Sean Walker, Van Miller,
Black Mass, Colleen. We could go to jail, Ezra.
Irving Salzman.
I feel dirty.
Hey, there's Cookie.
He just got home.
From where? I thought he was from L.A.
No. Prison, shorty. Come on, let's go say hi.
- Hey, Cookie. - Ha, ha.
Boy, I love the way you sing, my nigga.
- Hey, thanks for these. - It's three carats.
I want you to know I appreciate the talent.
This is my girl, Bridget. Hi.
How you doing, snowflake?
You know what that is?
Glock 45. My dad has one.
- Ha, ha. What is he, a cop? - Not exactly.
Well, look here. You stay away from guns, all right?
And me and you, young fella? We need to talk business real soon.
Any time.
She cute. I know.
Yeah, I don't think I'll be late tonight, sweetheart.
I have a conference this afternoon, but I don't think that should go...
Irving? Are you there?
Um... I have to call you back.
What is this?
God.
Ezra, listen. Something terrible has happened and--
- Irving, how could you? - How could I what?
How could you send me this? These are children.
Do you know the danger you put me in?
Ezra, believe me. I didn't send this to you.
This is some horrible mistake. It's a virus.
What-- What do I do? Calm down. Calm-- Calm down.
I know someone who can help. I'll send him right over.
You're a mensch.
He's ready.
Ray?
He only pledged $5,000 to the RGOCC. Squeeze him for another 20.
I'll see what I can do.
Hi, there. I saw your car in the driveway. This is Lisa.
Hi. Hi.
We got off on the wrong foot the other day. Peace offering?
Sure. Why not?
Let me find some glasses.
It really is a beautiful house.
This woman's body was found in the oil fields two days ago.
- Tell me what you know about her. - I've never seen her before in my life.
Really?
A week before she died, you were with her at the Four Seasons spa.
- Don't ring a bell. - Ballistics say the bullet that killed her
is a match to Sully's gun.
Pretty, huh?
Dogs were chewing on her.
Did you fuck her, Mick?
Yeah.
But I didn't kill her. Sully did. All comes back to Sully.
And who brought Sully out here? Your fucking son.
If he'd have left Sully in Boston,
she'd still be alive.
And Van Miller. And Catherine Shaughnessy.
And God knows how many more freaking bodies are gonna pop up.
Fucking Donovans, you're like a virus.
She was a nice lady. She didn't deserve to die the way she did.
You don't deserve to spend your life in prison. After all, you've done your time.
You bet I did.
I can handle you, Mick. You're a simple man.
You want to eat, drink, fuck, enjoy your family.
Right. Maybe I don't need to put you away.
But Ray's a problem. He's out of control.
And I'm not gonna let him fuck up my plans.
So which one of you goes to prison, you or Ray?
You think about that, old man.
I'll be back in an hour.
I'm a religious man. I don't visit that kind of site.
I don't know how this got onto my computer.
Once it's on your system, it's almost impossible to get rid of it.
- Oh, my God. - Ezra's upset you put it on his system.
I didn't send this filth to Ezra.
I-- Look, I have five grandchildren.
I worship them. You understand?
This is the end of me. It's the end of my career.
Oh, my God, what'll my wife think?
I didn't do this.
I know you didn't.
It's not gonna be easy,
but I can make this go away for you.
You sons of bitches.
What do you want?
I wanna do it. Ha-ha-ha.
Oh, I need to park my car. No.
Park my car.
- Yes, you're a Southie. Yes.
Oh, my God. I drank too fast. I think I'm gonna throw up.
Should we help you out to your
car?
- Shut up. - What?
I'm sorry.
I don't feel good.
I think this is a mistake. I don't even like this house anymore.
Where do you shop? Where's the market? Where's the post office?
Darling, it's Trousdale.
I'm sure it's a lot more convenient than Calabasas.
But it's not for everyone.
What does that mean?
We know all about your husband. I mean, we know what he does.
When you're ready to ditch him,
Blanche Blaylock is a personal friend of mine.
She'll get you a good deal.
I'm not leaving my fucking husband.
Maybe that's what you people do. Where I come from, we stick it out.
Ray's a good provider. He's a loving father.
Oh, honey, let's face it. Ha, ha. He's basically a street thug.
Who the fuck do you think you are? Stop!
You let go of me. Call the police.
Call the police. I'll call my fucking husband and he'll kill you.
You're in fucking trouble. You can't hurt me.
- Are you ready? - Yeah, in a minute.
Help me out here. I can't-- I can't reach.
Come on.
Last thing I need are for these things to get infected.
I us-- Get the bottom part, huh?
Yeah, that's it.
Just get a little higher.
- I'm getting tired of this. - Really?
So what?
Come on. Let's go nail this leprechaun-loving asshole.
- This is an FBI operation. - We're stepping in.
Yeah, hold on.
- What is this? - What is L.A.P.D. doing here?
- You can't take a suspect. - I have a warrant, asshole.
- What the fuck is going on in here? - L.A.P.D., we're taking him.
- This man is in my custody. - You arrested him?
- We're holding him for questioning. - You're under arrest.
Thought I already was.
You have been remanded into the custody of Judge Irving Salzman.
Whoa, whoa. Hey, back the fuck off! You have the right to remain silent.
Judge Salzman's declared him a witness for one of his cases.
I don't give a shit. I'm the fucking FBI.
The judge's order trumps your authority. Let's go.
- You gotta be kidding me. - Stop us, you'll be obstructing justice.
I'll have your badge.
You'll be working security
at fucking Home Depot.
You got me wrong, pal. I'd never give up my son. Go fuck yourself.
Donovan.
You motherfucker. You motherfucker!
Sorry to spoil your party, but I need to see my father.
I don't know how you did this, but I'm gonna nail you for it.
No, you're not. You're gonna thank me.
So how long have you known Cookie?
Mm, couple weeks. Since he got out.
Why do you think he gave you these earrings?
They must've been really expensive.
Shorty, when you a star, people give you shit.
Don't be all cynical, girl. It's all love.
Hi, Marvin.
Hey, Bridg, what's wrong?
Why would you want me when you can have girls like her?
Who'd I give that earring to? Her or you?
Let me show you something.
Where you taking me, back to my shithole?
- No, we gotta do something first. - I stood by you, Ray.
Didn't give you up. You know I would never do that.
Sure you would. I just got you out of there in time.
When are you gonna realise that I'm not the devil?
All right.
I'll give you a chance to prove it.
- All you gotta do is tell a little story. - What's in it for me?
- Christ, Mick, what do you want? - I don't wanna peel carrots no more.
It's humiliating. And I want a-- What do you call it? A stipend.
That's it?
And I wanna see my grandkids.
Yeah. I need you to meet me somewhere.
Why should I do anything you ask me to do?
Because I'm gonna give you the end of your book.
Kate? You still there?
This is nice. Mm.
Told you, didn't I?
I'm gonna go grab a soda.
- All right, all right. I'll take a beer. - Ha, ha.
You're supposed to be home studying.
- Well, we celebrating. Cookie's back. - Back from where, fool?
Prison? That's where you want to be?
What you need to do is be working with that tutor I got for you.
- What's that in your ear? - Cookie gave it to me.
- Give that back. - I thought Cookie and you was tight.
Well, that was a long time ago. Shit changes.
That's Ray Donovan's daughter.
Yeah. So?
Have you lost your motherfucking mind? He almost killed you.
Take her pasty, white ass home.
I don't even gotta listen to you. I'm making the fucking money now.
Marvin, I'm trying to protect you, son.
You need to listen to me. What's going on?
Nothing. We gotta go, that's all.
Call me.
This better be good.
What an honour to meet such a talented
and award-winning writer. Are you Jewish?
- Uh, no. - Too bad.
The best writers usually are. Bernard Malamud, Philip Roth, Kafka.
But I'm sure you're good too. Please, help yourself to coffee,
seltzer, pastries. - Can we get on with this?
I'm going to excuse myself.
Believe it or not, I have a wife and a baby at home.
Not my baby, of course.
Take a seat.
You were right. I've been lying to you,
and I've been trying to keep you from talking to my father,
but not for the reasons you think.
My father and I have been working with the FBI.
Be safe. I appreciate it. Owe you one.
Hey, slugger. You all right?
I should have smashed her fucking face in.
- Am I under arrest? - No.
I talked them out of pressing charges.
- Thank you. - Now, let's get you home.
Can you just come sit beside me for a second?
I don't wanna go home.
Can we go to a hotel and have sex?
I'm serious.
I know.
Look, I really like you.
But I've been in situations like this before. You're emotional.
I don't wanna take advantage.
Hey.
Will you just hold me, please?
We'd never get our hands on Sully as long as he was in Boston.
We wanted him out here where he was isolated and easier to grab.
And my father was the bait. Tell her, Dad.
You ever see a worm on a hook?
That was me.
Sully was in hiding. How did you contact him?
Mr. Donovan had a relationship with Sully--
I got this one.
Me and Sully were good pals back in the day.
We kept in touch-- If you and Sully were such good pals,
why did Mrs. Sullivan call you a rat?
That old broad is a racist.
She hates me because I fell in love with a black woman. You been in love?
She's not interested in your love life, Mick.
Where was I?
You let Sully know you were in L.A.
Right.
Uh... I sent word back to Sully through channels.
I told him about the sunshine they got out here,
the girls with the suntans.
- The fake tits. - How about we skip the travelogue?
- Why are you breaking my balls? - Stick to the facts.
The plan for Sully to get him out of the country.
Sure.
I let it slip that I could arrange it. And sure as shit, Sully bit.
He was a mean motherfucker, but not so bright.
- I arranged the whole thing. - Under the supervision of the FBI.
Where did Sully think he was going?
Maldives.
The night it's all set, I go down to the dock and I wait.
Just standing there like a rabbit in an open field. Sully shows.
I lead him toward the boat.
Where Special Agent Barnes was waiting, like we had planned.
Why didn't he just arrest Sully instead of shooting him?
Sully fired first. He knew it was a trap. He could smell a fed from a mile away.
Special Agent Barnes took down Sully and he saved Mr. Donovan's life.
If you ask me, they were a little reckless with my welfare.
- So you're the hero behind the hero? - You have no idea.
If you're all working together,
why did your father offer to sell me his story?
He's an ex-con from Southie. Used to rob banks for a living.
We all have our shortcomings.
I'm not opposed to making a few bucks on the side if I can.
I'm sorry. It was a mistake.
I'm the only journalist who knows about this?
Yeah.
And I suppose you don't want me to use Mr. Donovan's name.
That's right. Wait a minute.
I risked my life. I don't even get credit?
She uses your name, every snake in Sully's gang is gonna come after you.
We don't want that to happen, do we?
Wanna keep you nice and safe.
Thank you, son. Means a lot to me.
I think we're done.
What about Sully's girlfriend? Know where she is?
- We're not gonna allow Mr. Donovan-- - She's in witness protection.
Hey.
- Where's Mom? - Taking a shower.
Did you apologise to Alex?
No. His father called me a dick, and Dad made us leave.
Mm.
Are you high?
- No. - You're stoned.
I am not.
You better get yourself straight before Dad comes home.
What's in your ear?
- It's a diamond, you asshole. - Looks totally stupid.
Help yourself.
You got yourself a sweet piece.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Don't I? I know Cochran's gonna be a big cheese in Washington.
You and Ezra, the two of you live in luxury. What do I got? Nothing.
- I wanna see my grandkids, Ray. - We'll see.
Can't you even do me one simple act of kindness? I'm still your father.
What's in me is in you. Nothing will change that.
Come on, I'm dropping you off.
Your first book was about priests? Paedophile priests.
What'd you write about them for?
I don't know.
At first, I thought I wanted to help the victims.
But it turns out, I just like talking to sociopaths.
They fascinate me.
Did you read my book?
- No. - Why not?
Aren't you Catholic?
Not anymore.
Can I ask you something?
- Sure. - Do you love your wife?
Yeah.
Anything else?
Do you have any friends?
You met Avi.
He works for you. That doesn't count.
I have trust issues.
You think?
Me too.
I'm gonna miss you.
--on a two-game skid heading into this evening's showdown with Arizona.
I deserve better than this.
What?
- Nothing. - You really think it was the Vatican?
Huh? That took you.
I don't know.
Do I have to keep the door open? I'd like some privacy.
Just for tonight.
Okay.
Did you see that?
Is she gone?
- Yeah. - Good work today. I'm impressed.
- Would've handled things differently. - Like you handled Tiny?
Oh, come on now, Ray. Let it go.
You can't spend your life nursing grudges.
You look so handsome.
Senator Feinstein will be eating out of your hand.
Grandpa okay?
He's doing fine, Con.
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