Ray Donovan s04e06 Episode Script
Fish and Bird
1 [suspenseful music.]
[Ray.]
Previously on Ray Donovan.
You're drunk.
Fuck you.
You're drunk.
Yeah.
The way you're looking at me? That kind of drunk I like.
What do you want to be, Connor? Fucking gangster like Dad.
Your father is not a gangster.
Fuck yeah, he is.
[Connor.]
You see his car? His clothes? Ray, I want you to be a godfather to baby Maria.
[Teresa.]
I want to move back to Bakersfield.
Be with my people.
Come home.
I don't want to touch the baby, and I don't want you.
Your mother gave this to me.
I've been speaking to Jackson Holt and he doesn't think that Belikov killed those Armenians.
I'm running out of patience.
I could turn the DA.
I just need more time.
Look, Ray, there's no way we're gonna turn this guy.
[Vlad.]
We were concerned you were thinking of leaving us, but you do understand Ms.
Kovitzky's concern, no? It's not just art, is it? It's drugs, girls.
[Ray.]
Belikov runs your whole operation.
[Ray.]
If I can't get him out, I'll do the time.
In my opinion, a double mastectomy's your best option.
I'm not cutting my tits off.
Is Abby sick? Cancer? [tense music.]
Take me downtown.
I'll take the rap for the murders.
[man moaning.]
[train wheels thumping, bell ringing.]
[moaning continues.]
Ah.
["California Stars" by Wilco playing.]
[camera shutter clicks.]
[camera shutter clicks.]
I'd like to rest My heavy head tonight On a bed Of California stars I'd like to lay my Weary bones tonight On a bed Of California stars I'd love to feel Your hand touching mine And tell me why I must keep working on Yes, I'd give my life To lay my head tonight On a bed Of California stars [coughs.]
I'd like to dream My troubles all away On a bed Of California stars Jump up from my star bed Make another day Underneath My California stars They hang like grapes On vines that shine And warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine So I'd give this world Just to dream a dream with you On a bed Of California stars [exhales deeply.]
[bottle and glass thudding on counter.]
[Ray drinking, glass thudding on counter.]
[approaching footsteps.]
- Hey.
- Hmm.
I'm sorry I missed your appointment.
Hey, thank God you're back.
How'd it go in Nevada? A fucking disaster.
Fuck are we gonna do? Mickey's taking care of it.
He's turning himself in.
Gonna do the time for killing the Armenians.
You okay? [sighs.]
Tell me about Lena's friend.
I felt her tits.
I know, you told me that part.
She's a good doctor.
She's real smart.
You trust her? Yeah.
She thinks I could try menopause, um, medically-induced.
My cancer eats estrogen, so she thinks we can starve it out.
It's risky.
This is crazy, Abby.
Just get the fucking operation.
No.
This is what I want to do.
[solemn music.]
I want you to fuck me.
The way you used to.
[rock music on speakers.]
[gunfire over speakers.]
[breathing heavily.]
[imitates gunshot sound.]
[gunfire.]
[cell phone rings.]
Yeah.
[gunfire and music playing faintly.]
Men's Central.
Call Steve Davis.
See what guards he can get to.
Yeah.
Tell him about the Armenians so he knows what to look for.
All right.
[knocking on door.]
What's going on? [baby gurgling.]
Teresa left.
I need help with the baby.
Abby said I could stay here for a while till I figure my shit out.
Yeah, sure.
Come on.
You saw my father turn himself in.
Until Belikov is out, nothing changes.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Stay away from my fucking family.
I like your daughter's new car.
Hyundai.
Sensible brand.
And I like how quiet your neighborhood is at night.
Coyotes, horses, the wind.
[grunting.]
Get the fuck out of here.
Now.
Come on.
[tense music.]
[engine turns over.]
[tense music.]
Mr.
Donovan.
Ah.
Wonderful.
You're saving me the trip.
It's your bill from Ms.
Kovitzky.
[winces.]
I thought we were done.
I love this artist, Liza Ryan, how she plays with our ideas of safety, how she fetishizes the aftermath of insult.
My father's in County.
It's over.
No, it isn't.
The fuck is that supposed to mean? Until those charges are dropped and Mr.
Belikov is released, you remain obligated to your side of the arrangement.
I got nothing left.
I couldn't pay this if I wanted to.
If you don't have equity, then sweat will do.
Fuck you.
I vouched for you, Mr.
Donovan with very powerful people in Moscow who would have far preferred to retaliate against you for framing Mr.
Belikov.
I need a piece picked up for me at the port.
[sighs.]
Sit here.
[ship horn blares.]
[clears throat.]
[speaking Russian.]
What? [speaking Russian.]
Sorry, I don't understand.
Would you like her to suck your cock? Lilya, she's a special gift for Belikov but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used her a bit.
[in Russian.]
Minyet.
- Minyet? - Minyet.
[speaking Russian.]
Fuck's wrong with you? With me? Nothing.
I am happy today.
Now you stay here, Sonia's boy.
Wait for Chen to tell you what to do next.
[pensive music.]
[Bunchy.]
Got my daughter Maria's baptism tomorrow, but I'm tore up about it.
[Bunchy.]
I asked my brother Ray to be her godfather, but he's been a mess lately.
[somber music.]
And her mother, she's been real sick with the postpartum.
[Bunchy.]
She walked out on us over a month ago.
[somber music.]
[Bunchy.]
So [exhales.]
[woman.]
Abby Donovan? [Bunchy.]
Teresa won't be there for Maria [somber music.]
[Bunchy.]
And neither will my pop.
[Bunchy.]
My pop's been in Men's Central for weeks now awaiting charges.
[tense music.]
And that's got my brother Ray all fucked up.
[Bunchy.]
He's been drinking, quit coming to meetings.
[somber music.]
I mean, I want him to be the godfather But not like this.
[Sonia.]
Great.
It's Geno Kovacs's most important work.
It's being auctioned at a fundraiser for the Barkley Breast Cancer Center.
A donation from my gallery to a cause I know has become important to you.
Oh, I need you to accompany me to the event.
I know it's not our usual arrangement but it is a two million dollar painting, and Vlad doesn't exactly fit in at an event like that.
I'll send a car for you at six.
You went in alone and did all this with no accomplices.
I was alone, yes, sir.
As you approached the banquet hall, you shot the guard outside? Yeah, with my 45.
[clicks tongue.]
I see.
Then you went inside through this door here, the front door.
- Yeah.
- With the 45.
Yeah.
So you used the 45.
Oh, now now here I got the 45 in my pocket, so I have the the semi-automatic going now.
I got I-I got a job to do at this point, right? So I go in and I shoot four guys.
[rolls tongue.]
Just like that.
Ding ding ding ding.
The fourth man's bullet wound is a rear-entry.
It came from over here.
- Oh, no, no, no.
- Ah.
His back was to me when I shot him, and then afterwards, he turned as he fell, you know? Oh, he turned after you shot him and then he fell.
Yeah.
Guy comes out of prison and he goes to meet his friend and this friend says, "So, uh, how was it?" He says, "The first day they stuck me on the third tier in a cell with Ralphie.
Big black guy.
Ralphie takes me out to the railing.
We look down.
He says, 'Either you let me fuck you in the ass, ' says Ralphie, 'or you're going to jump 50 feet to the cement.
'" His friend said, "Did you jump?" He said, "A little at first.
" You don't seem to be taking this very seriously.
Okay, look.
This guy here, up here? He comes in the side door.
I shoot him.
Another round from the back of the room.
Did he turn too? No, at that time I was back there.
How'd you get back there? I crawled on all fours under the tables.
They're looking for me, shooting the place up.
I think they even shot each other, and that may be where the confusion is coming from, sir.
- I'd write that down.
- I'm not confused.
I'd make a note.
So you crawled all the way to this side of the room, shot this man from this angle, and then all the way back over to here? And slit the woman's throat? Yeah, I've been telling you detectives the same story over and over again for weeks.
I went in there alone and I came out of there alone.
That's the essence of it.
Simple.
Okay, thank you for telling me.
No, he's here now.
I'll tell him myself.
That was your friend, Mr.
Waller.
Your father's been charged.
Mr.
Belikov's being released tomorrow.
I never asked you, where did you grow up? South Boston.
Oh, yes.
I've seen the movies.
Tough guys there.
I grew up all over the world, really.
Moscow, then boarding school in Switzerland.
Stanford.
Did you go to college? Then what brought you to Los Angeles? I can't imagine you wanted to become an actor or something like that, but from South Boston, how did you end up doing what you do? Hmm.
You are in a particularly dour mood, Mr.
Donovan.
When Belikov gets out, you go right back to trafficking girls, right? My uncle had me distance myself from his dealings with Mr.
Belikov, but there are a few small places the businesses overlap.
You're a pimp.
Pimp and a drug dealer.
Oh, there's the art gallery.
It's just a fucking front.
We're almost there.
Try to enjoy yourself.
[band plays upbeat jazz music.]
Ray.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here? I'm with a client.
I was just going to call you.
Yeah? Two Johnnie Walkers, please.
Look at this.
Can you believe it? These hackers broke into, like, a hundred movie stars' computers.
Stole all their personal shit.
Sex tapes, pictures of their lovers, all over the fucking internet.
Give Avi your website.
We'll get your photos down.
Down? [scoffs.]
I fucking wish.
What? There aren't any, Ray.
Ever since I married Stu, I'm a nobody.
No one gives a shit about me.
I want you to put some pictures of me up.
[Sonia.]
Ashley.
Where's that charming husband of yours? Oh, I don't care.
Ray.
Ray Donovan.
What are you doing here? He's providing security for me.
I want that Kovacs, Sonia.
I hope you do.
There will be stiff competition.
Well, I took my Viagra, baby.
[Sonia chuckles.]
Stu, you're so crass.
Let's sit, shall we? She tell you about the internet thing? Yeah.
She's gonna make a little fuck tape tomorrow at the studio.
You can get it over to Stalkerazzi, right? I'm not doing it, Stu.
Yeah, give me what that guy had.
Two point two.
Very generous, Mrs.
Chen.
Do we have two point three? Two point three.
[woman.]
Do I hear two point four? Two point four.
So half the money will go to the hospital.
Oh, that's very generous.
It's a start.
Let's hope it makes a difference.
That cunt is bidding me up.
[woman.]
Do we have two point five? Two point five.
Anyone two point six? Here.
Two point seven! [woman.]
Two point seven.
Do I hear two point eight? Do I hear two point eight? Sold to Mr.
Feldmen for two point seven million dollars.
[applause.]
I literally have a hard-on right now.
Look.
Look.
Look at that.
Fucking made me hard! I'm Dr.
Harris Witlin, chief of oncology at the Barkley Breast Cancer Center.
Ray Donovan.
What do you do? I work with Ms.
Kovitzky.
In security? More or less.
Ray, we should leave.
I'll see you in my office on Friday? Sure.
- [Witlin.]
We'll talk before.
- [Sonia.]
Mm-hmm.
You'll help me, right, Ray? Yeah.
[sighs.]
That doctor.
Is he your oncologist? Big thieves always get pardoned, little ones punished.
What's that mean? My uncle always says, "Only the little thieves get hanged.
" You're very perceptive.
Yes, Dr.
Witlin is my oncologist.
How bad is it? I'm afraid it's a bird.
With cancer, it's either a turtle, a rabbit, or a bird.
A turtle you can easily catch, a rabbit you can chase, but a bird, once it flies away Sorry.
I need you to handle that delivery tomorrow.
Go see Chen in the morning and he'll give you a version of the painting that's more suitable for Mr.
Feldman.
I'm not taking a forgery to Stu Feldman.
It's for charity, Ray.
And Stu Feldman's a complete idiot.
[huffs.]
Thank you for coming tonight.
I had a lovely time.
[buzzer, door opens.]
[speaking Russian.]
[engine turns over.]
Is that what you're wearing to the baptism? I got a tie.
You look very handsome.
I'll see the Ñhurch.
[door opens.]
[footsteps departing.]
[dance music plays on speakers.]
[lemur chirps.]
[speaking Russian.]
[girl.]
[speaking Russian.]
[man.]
[speaking Russian.]
[hair dryer whirs.]
Hello.
How are you? I'm good.
How are you? I am good.
Thanks you.
[speaking Russian.]
Uh take in your fingers.
[chuckles.]
[speaking Russian.]
Ah.
You make good.
Your English is getting better.
I watch Two and a Half Mens.
Oh.
For learning.
Good.
Take it to her.
[sighs.]
Fuck you.
You fucking wasted my time.
Lucky you're not dead.
You and your fucking family.
[Abby coughing.]
[vomits.]
[Abby.]
Oh, God.
[coughing and vomiting.]
[sighs.]
You okay? [Abby.]
Yeah.
Oh.
[toilet flushes.]
You sure? [faucet runs.]
Sure.
She won't take the bottle.
Just give her to me.
Come on, sweetheart.
[Bunchy.]
Oh.
[Abby.]
All right.
Okay.
You got a stomach bug? No.
No.
Hey.
What is it? Don't worry about it, Bunch.
You gonna be all right for the baptism? Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I ain't stupid, Abby.
I know something's up.
What? I've seen you with Ray.
And I seen all them pills.
Something's wrong.
No.
You can tell me, Abby.
I won't tell nobody.
I'm fine, Bunchy, really.
There.
Oh.
Hi, honey.
I think she thinks I'm her mom.
- Hey.
- [Maria cooing.]
[whispers.]
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
[blows landing on punching bag.]
[man.]
Looking good, Damon.
That's good, son.
Yes.
He in there? Thanks.
Hi, Ray.
Hey, just put it over there.
Ray, meet Prince Johnson, The Black Python.
- Nice to meet you.
- How you doing? [Stu.]
Come here.
Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, look.
[Ashley moans on computer video.]
[Stu.]
Here, look at that.
Look at that.
- [Ashley moaning.]
- Oh, God, that's hot.
[moaning getting louder.]
I'm a fucking cuckold and I love it.
[moaning increases.]
See you, Ray.
[Prince.]
Yeah.
Oh.
And make sure Sonia gets me the 8283 for tax purposes, and make sure Marty Grossman leaks this.
It'll make Ashley feel better.
She's your wife, Stu.
She's a fucking actress.
She's nobody's wife.
I'm not doing it.
You're gonna do it.
Ray? Ray.
[man.]
Stick it.
Stick 'im, that's good.
Any of these clothes, you can have 'em.
And any gym clothes, they're yours, too.
Yeah, that should fit.
What do I need this for? It's Maria's baptism today.
Get dressed.
You're coming.
[clears throat.]
I dropped the painting off with Stu.
Was he pleased with it? Sure.
Good.
This is Mr.
Belikov's cut of the Feldman money.
Belikov's out.
We're done.
We're done, but you know Russian men.
Mr.
Belikov has his ways.
Just go see him.
Apologize for any problems that you might have caused.
I've thrown in an extra 100,000 dollars just to smooth things over.
Before you leave, there's something I want to do for you.
Sit in the chair, please.
It's the only way to experience his vision.
Please, sit.
Starn is a Universalist and he believes that if a group of people sit together and view the sky, the light seen takes on a religious connotation.
All that light.
I'll be part of it soon enough.
I can see the way that you look at things, that you see complexity.
Even in ugly things, I think you see beauty.
[pensive music.]
Am I beautiful to you? No, don't look away.
Am I ugly? No.
Tell me I'm beautiful.
You're beautiful.
[priest.]
Do you renounce Satan and all his works? Do you believe in God, the Father, the creator of Heaven and Earth? I do.
Do you believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord, who was born of the virgin Mary, suffered death and was buried, rose again from the dead, and is now seated at the right hand of the Father? I do.
This is our faith.
This is the faith of the church.
We're proud to profess it in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Maria Agnes Donovan, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the son and of the holy spirit.
[woman.]
Go forth to life, O child of Earth Still mindful of thy heavenly birth Thou art not here for ease or sin But manhood's noble crown To win Though passion's fires are in thy soul Thy spirit can their flames control Though tempters strong beset thy way Thy spirit is More strong than they Yo, look at all this booze.
Yeah, we'll be upstairs.
[sighs.]
That was such a nice ceremony.
Wasn't it, Ray? You okay? I'm fine, Bunch.
You want to make a toast? No.
[Abby.]
Bunchy.
I'll be right back.
[sighs.]
[suspenseful music.]
[exhales deeply.]
Mickey was formally charged.
Belikov got out today.
So he's going through with it? Yeah.
Mickey brought this on himself.
Every bit of it.
You did what you had to do.
Putting a pimp back on the streets.
They tried to hurt us.
So anything you do, anything at all, you're doing for the right reason.
I don't want to lie to you.
That woman I was working for I don't want to hear that.
Just keep it to yourself.
Come back to the party.
Try and be in a better mood.
Yo, check out the tits on this Disney girl singer.
- Huh? - There's this website.
It has all these famous girls' boobs.
[Ashley moaning on computer.]
Fucking internet nudie pictures, man? Who cares? You like MC Rook? Who? MC Rook.
A go-getta, a hot spitta A no quitta Diggin' in ya bitch With no patience and four fingas So go figga Nobody raps like this nigga [sighs.]
Yo, the fuck y'all do out here, man? Out here we play video games and go to the mall.
[scoffs.]
Fuck y'all.
It's Calabasas.
Cala-asses, more like.
That's actually kind of funny.
Yo, serious, what else y'all got? Got this, motherfucker.
[Abby laughs.]
[Darryl.]
What do we got? [tissue paper rustling.]
A bunny.
Hey.
[Abby.]
That's from Connor.
I got something for Maria.
Hey, big guy, might want to take a break from that.
Fuck you, Daryll.
Listen, man, I don't know what's gotten into your head lately Who asked you anyway? Huh? [Bunchy.]
Hey.
Why you got to be that way? I want Maria to have this.
I wore it when I was an altar boy.
You fucking kidding me? Hmm? O'Connor gave that to you.
He gave me one, too.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
It belongs at the bottom of the Charles, where mine is.
Don't you get that thing fucking anywhere near her.
What's the matter with you? You fucking drunk? You're not taking this shit seriously.
[Daryll.]
What's wrong with him? You guys want to hear Bridget sing? - [Bridget.]
Mom, stop it.
- [Abby.]
Come on, Bridge.
[Darryl.]
It'd be kind of great right now, Bridge.
[Bridget.]
Okay, okay.
Yeah.
[Abby.]
Yeah.
- [Bridget playing guitar.]
- They poured a round For the sailor And they heard his tale Of a world That was so far away And a song That we'd never heard A song of a little bird [phone vibrates.]
That fell in love With a whale He says you cannot live in the ocean Yeah.
[electronic voice.]
Men's Central Jail collect call from [Mickey.]
Mickey Donovan.
Yeah.
[phone beeps.]
[Mickey.]
Ray, you there? Hey, Mick.
How was the baptism? [Ray.]
Fine.
Bridget and Connor doing all right? [Ray.]
Good.
Abby's health? She's good.
[Mickey.]
Good.
I talked to your lawyer friend, the Jew.
He said, uh, he could get my charges reduced from eight counts down to three, get the death sentence thrown out.
Fuck, Mick.
Bright side, I'll be out of here when I'm 310.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
I'll tell you, in here, I've been thinking about life, about what matters.
The only fucking permanent thing is love.
Why men build skyscrapers, make art, go to war.
Love.
Mick? [Mickey.]
Yeah? Thanks.
Kiss that baby for me.
Eh? [exhales sharply.]
[Bridget.]
And a bird On the tide Oh, please don't cry Let me dry Your eyes So tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me in your arms I promise we never will part [phone chimes.]
But I'll always pretend You're mine [Russian hip-hop music from house speakers.]
[lemur chirps.]
Ray Donovan.
You have come back.
Sonia wanted me to give you this.
She told me to apologize.
Told me to tell you there's an extra hundred grand there.
For any problems I might have caused.
You are a what? Excuse me? For a living, you are a useful man.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
You've been useful for Sonia.
Now be useful to me.
Take the money.
You be useful to me.
The girl with the string.
We had a party.
Party got bad.
She got excited and she break her neck.
[ominous music.]
You take the painting to the port, yes? We take the girl, too.
Ship her back to my people in Moscow.
They will dispose.
I take you.
You help me ship the girl.
[sniffs.]
[gunshots.]
- Whoa! - Oh! Oh, fuck.
Oh.
[dog barks.]
[Larry.]
What the fuck? Oh, yeah? You better run, you fucking assholes.
I see you, Donovan.
[rifle barrel clicking.]
I see you.
[huffs.]
Your father is a funny man.
I guess.
I will take care of his safety in prison.
You should be glad he took care of this problem for you.
You should be thankful.
Thankful.
[baby whines.]
Okay.
You okay? Fucking drunk.
Give her to me before you drop her.
Come on.
Bunchy.
[baby groans.]
Hey.
There.
There she is.
Hey.
Oh.
What? You got cancer, don't you? What? Don't you lie to me.
[baby fusses.]
Shh.
Bunch, it's not that bad.
You can't get sick! Bunchy.
I love you, Abby.
You're my best friend.
You can't get sick.
Come on, Bunch You can't die, you hear me? You can't die! Are you fucking kidding me? I am gonna live forever.
Don't you worry about it.
Come here.
You're just drunk, is all.
And you're tired.
Just go to bed.
Come here.
- I know.
- [Bunchy crying.]
Honey.
Bunchy.
I'll take care of Maria.
Come on.
Oh, Bunchy.
Go to bed.
Come on.
Come on, honey.
I got her.
Yeah.
That's right.
I know.
I know.
Everyone in life has a story.
Hers is very short story.
Put the girl in that crate.
Seal it up and see the custom man.
He'll do the rest.
In there.
You understand? Be useful.
We can be friends.
Sure.
We can be friends.
[grunting.]
[screaming.]
Look at me.
Look at me! [gunshot.]
[baby fusses.]
No? No? You don't want it? [sighs.]
It's not gonna do you much good, sweetheart.
Knock yourself out.
[baby suckling.]
[phone rings.]
[Ray.]
Yeah? How was your talk with Ivan? Was he pleased that you came? Sure.
Then everything's back to the way that it was.
Sure.
[Sonia.]
I'll see to it that he looks after your father, Ray.
After everything that you've done for me, I'll see to it Ivan makes sure your father is safe.
[solemn music.]
[phone beeps.]
Ray? [engine turns over.]
[Ray.]
Previously on Ray Donovan.
You're drunk.
Fuck you.
You're drunk.
Yeah.
The way you're looking at me? That kind of drunk I like.
What do you want to be, Connor? Fucking gangster like Dad.
Your father is not a gangster.
Fuck yeah, he is.
[Connor.]
You see his car? His clothes? Ray, I want you to be a godfather to baby Maria.
[Teresa.]
I want to move back to Bakersfield.
Be with my people.
Come home.
I don't want to touch the baby, and I don't want you.
Your mother gave this to me.
I've been speaking to Jackson Holt and he doesn't think that Belikov killed those Armenians.
I'm running out of patience.
I could turn the DA.
I just need more time.
Look, Ray, there's no way we're gonna turn this guy.
[Vlad.]
We were concerned you were thinking of leaving us, but you do understand Ms.
Kovitzky's concern, no? It's not just art, is it? It's drugs, girls.
[Ray.]
Belikov runs your whole operation.
[Ray.]
If I can't get him out, I'll do the time.
In my opinion, a double mastectomy's your best option.
I'm not cutting my tits off.
Is Abby sick? Cancer? [tense music.]
Take me downtown.
I'll take the rap for the murders.
[man moaning.]
[train wheels thumping, bell ringing.]
[moaning continues.]
Ah.
["California Stars" by Wilco playing.]
[camera shutter clicks.]
[camera shutter clicks.]
I'd like to rest My heavy head tonight On a bed Of California stars I'd like to lay my Weary bones tonight On a bed Of California stars I'd love to feel Your hand touching mine And tell me why I must keep working on Yes, I'd give my life To lay my head tonight On a bed Of California stars [coughs.]
I'd like to dream My troubles all away On a bed Of California stars Jump up from my star bed Make another day Underneath My California stars They hang like grapes On vines that shine And warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine So I'd give this world Just to dream a dream with you On a bed Of California stars [exhales deeply.]
[bottle and glass thudding on counter.]
[Ray drinking, glass thudding on counter.]
[approaching footsteps.]
- Hey.
- Hmm.
I'm sorry I missed your appointment.
Hey, thank God you're back.
How'd it go in Nevada? A fucking disaster.
Fuck are we gonna do? Mickey's taking care of it.
He's turning himself in.
Gonna do the time for killing the Armenians.
You okay? [sighs.]
Tell me about Lena's friend.
I felt her tits.
I know, you told me that part.
She's a good doctor.
She's real smart.
You trust her? Yeah.
She thinks I could try menopause, um, medically-induced.
My cancer eats estrogen, so she thinks we can starve it out.
It's risky.
This is crazy, Abby.
Just get the fucking operation.
No.
This is what I want to do.
[solemn music.]
I want you to fuck me.
The way you used to.
[rock music on speakers.]
[gunfire over speakers.]
[breathing heavily.]
[imitates gunshot sound.]
[gunfire.]
[cell phone rings.]
Yeah.
[gunfire and music playing faintly.]
Men's Central.
Call Steve Davis.
See what guards he can get to.
Yeah.
Tell him about the Armenians so he knows what to look for.
All right.
[knocking on door.]
What's going on? [baby gurgling.]
Teresa left.
I need help with the baby.
Abby said I could stay here for a while till I figure my shit out.
Yeah, sure.
Come on.
You saw my father turn himself in.
Until Belikov is out, nothing changes.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Stay away from my fucking family.
I like your daughter's new car.
Hyundai.
Sensible brand.
And I like how quiet your neighborhood is at night.
Coyotes, horses, the wind.
[grunting.]
Get the fuck out of here.
Now.
Come on.
[tense music.]
[engine turns over.]
[tense music.]
Mr.
Donovan.
Ah.
Wonderful.
You're saving me the trip.
It's your bill from Ms.
Kovitzky.
[winces.]
I thought we were done.
I love this artist, Liza Ryan, how she plays with our ideas of safety, how she fetishizes the aftermath of insult.
My father's in County.
It's over.
No, it isn't.
The fuck is that supposed to mean? Until those charges are dropped and Mr.
Belikov is released, you remain obligated to your side of the arrangement.
I got nothing left.
I couldn't pay this if I wanted to.
If you don't have equity, then sweat will do.
Fuck you.
I vouched for you, Mr.
Donovan with very powerful people in Moscow who would have far preferred to retaliate against you for framing Mr.
Belikov.
I need a piece picked up for me at the port.
[sighs.]
Sit here.
[ship horn blares.]
[clears throat.]
[speaking Russian.]
What? [speaking Russian.]
Sorry, I don't understand.
Would you like her to suck your cock? Lilya, she's a special gift for Belikov but I'm sure he wouldn't mind if you used her a bit.
[in Russian.]
Minyet.
- Minyet? - Minyet.
[speaking Russian.]
Fuck's wrong with you? With me? Nothing.
I am happy today.
Now you stay here, Sonia's boy.
Wait for Chen to tell you what to do next.
[pensive music.]
[Bunchy.]
Got my daughter Maria's baptism tomorrow, but I'm tore up about it.
[Bunchy.]
I asked my brother Ray to be her godfather, but he's been a mess lately.
[somber music.]
And her mother, she's been real sick with the postpartum.
[Bunchy.]
She walked out on us over a month ago.
[somber music.]
[Bunchy.]
So [exhales.]
[woman.]
Abby Donovan? [Bunchy.]
Teresa won't be there for Maria [somber music.]
[Bunchy.]
And neither will my pop.
[Bunchy.]
My pop's been in Men's Central for weeks now awaiting charges.
[tense music.]
And that's got my brother Ray all fucked up.
[Bunchy.]
He's been drinking, quit coming to meetings.
[somber music.]
I mean, I want him to be the godfather But not like this.
[Sonia.]
Great.
It's Geno Kovacs's most important work.
It's being auctioned at a fundraiser for the Barkley Breast Cancer Center.
A donation from my gallery to a cause I know has become important to you.
Oh, I need you to accompany me to the event.
I know it's not our usual arrangement but it is a two million dollar painting, and Vlad doesn't exactly fit in at an event like that.
I'll send a car for you at six.
You went in alone and did all this with no accomplices.
I was alone, yes, sir.
As you approached the banquet hall, you shot the guard outside? Yeah, with my 45.
[clicks tongue.]
I see.
Then you went inside through this door here, the front door.
- Yeah.
- With the 45.
Yeah.
So you used the 45.
Oh, now now here I got the 45 in my pocket, so I have the the semi-automatic going now.
I got I-I got a job to do at this point, right? So I go in and I shoot four guys.
[rolls tongue.]
Just like that.
Ding ding ding ding.
The fourth man's bullet wound is a rear-entry.
It came from over here.
- Oh, no, no, no.
- Ah.
His back was to me when I shot him, and then afterwards, he turned as he fell, you know? Oh, he turned after you shot him and then he fell.
Yeah.
Guy comes out of prison and he goes to meet his friend and this friend says, "So, uh, how was it?" He says, "The first day they stuck me on the third tier in a cell with Ralphie.
Big black guy.
Ralphie takes me out to the railing.
We look down.
He says, 'Either you let me fuck you in the ass, ' says Ralphie, 'or you're going to jump 50 feet to the cement.
'" His friend said, "Did you jump?" He said, "A little at first.
" You don't seem to be taking this very seriously.
Okay, look.
This guy here, up here? He comes in the side door.
I shoot him.
Another round from the back of the room.
Did he turn too? No, at that time I was back there.
How'd you get back there? I crawled on all fours under the tables.
They're looking for me, shooting the place up.
I think they even shot each other, and that may be where the confusion is coming from, sir.
- I'd write that down.
- I'm not confused.
I'd make a note.
So you crawled all the way to this side of the room, shot this man from this angle, and then all the way back over to here? And slit the woman's throat? Yeah, I've been telling you detectives the same story over and over again for weeks.
I went in there alone and I came out of there alone.
That's the essence of it.
Simple.
Okay, thank you for telling me.
No, he's here now.
I'll tell him myself.
That was your friend, Mr.
Waller.
Your father's been charged.
Mr.
Belikov's being released tomorrow.
I never asked you, where did you grow up? South Boston.
Oh, yes.
I've seen the movies.
Tough guys there.
I grew up all over the world, really.
Moscow, then boarding school in Switzerland.
Stanford.
Did you go to college? Then what brought you to Los Angeles? I can't imagine you wanted to become an actor or something like that, but from South Boston, how did you end up doing what you do? Hmm.
You are in a particularly dour mood, Mr.
Donovan.
When Belikov gets out, you go right back to trafficking girls, right? My uncle had me distance myself from his dealings with Mr.
Belikov, but there are a few small places the businesses overlap.
You're a pimp.
Pimp and a drug dealer.
Oh, there's the art gallery.
It's just a fucking front.
We're almost there.
Try to enjoy yourself.
[band plays upbeat jazz music.]
Ray.
Oh, my God.
What are you doing here? I'm with a client.
I was just going to call you.
Yeah? Two Johnnie Walkers, please.
Look at this.
Can you believe it? These hackers broke into, like, a hundred movie stars' computers.
Stole all their personal shit.
Sex tapes, pictures of their lovers, all over the fucking internet.
Give Avi your website.
We'll get your photos down.
Down? [scoffs.]
I fucking wish.
What? There aren't any, Ray.
Ever since I married Stu, I'm a nobody.
No one gives a shit about me.
I want you to put some pictures of me up.
[Sonia.]
Ashley.
Where's that charming husband of yours? Oh, I don't care.
Ray.
Ray Donovan.
What are you doing here? He's providing security for me.
I want that Kovacs, Sonia.
I hope you do.
There will be stiff competition.
Well, I took my Viagra, baby.
[Sonia chuckles.]
Stu, you're so crass.
Let's sit, shall we? She tell you about the internet thing? Yeah.
She's gonna make a little fuck tape tomorrow at the studio.
You can get it over to Stalkerazzi, right? I'm not doing it, Stu.
Yeah, give me what that guy had.
Two point two.
Very generous, Mrs.
Chen.
Do we have two point three? Two point three.
[woman.]
Do I hear two point four? Two point four.
So half the money will go to the hospital.
Oh, that's very generous.
It's a start.
Let's hope it makes a difference.
That cunt is bidding me up.
[woman.]
Do we have two point five? Two point five.
Anyone two point six? Here.
Two point seven! [woman.]
Two point seven.
Do I hear two point eight? Do I hear two point eight? Sold to Mr.
Feldmen for two point seven million dollars.
[applause.]
I literally have a hard-on right now.
Look.
Look.
Look at that.
Fucking made me hard! I'm Dr.
Harris Witlin, chief of oncology at the Barkley Breast Cancer Center.
Ray Donovan.
What do you do? I work with Ms.
Kovitzky.
In security? More or less.
Ray, we should leave.
I'll see you in my office on Friday? Sure.
- [Witlin.]
We'll talk before.
- [Sonia.]
Mm-hmm.
You'll help me, right, Ray? Yeah.
[sighs.]
That doctor.
Is he your oncologist? Big thieves always get pardoned, little ones punished.
What's that mean? My uncle always says, "Only the little thieves get hanged.
" You're very perceptive.
Yes, Dr.
Witlin is my oncologist.
How bad is it? I'm afraid it's a bird.
With cancer, it's either a turtle, a rabbit, or a bird.
A turtle you can easily catch, a rabbit you can chase, but a bird, once it flies away Sorry.
I need you to handle that delivery tomorrow.
Go see Chen in the morning and he'll give you a version of the painting that's more suitable for Mr.
Feldman.
I'm not taking a forgery to Stu Feldman.
It's for charity, Ray.
And Stu Feldman's a complete idiot.
[huffs.]
Thank you for coming tonight.
I had a lovely time.
[buzzer, door opens.]
[speaking Russian.]
[engine turns over.]
Is that what you're wearing to the baptism? I got a tie.
You look very handsome.
I'll see the Ñhurch.
[door opens.]
[footsteps departing.]
[dance music plays on speakers.]
[lemur chirps.]
[speaking Russian.]
[girl.]
[speaking Russian.]
[man.]
[speaking Russian.]
[hair dryer whirs.]
Hello.
How are you? I'm good.
How are you? I am good.
Thanks you.
[speaking Russian.]
Uh take in your fingers.
[chuckles.]
[speaking Russian.]
Ah.
You make good.
Your English is getting better.
I watch Two and a Half Mens.
Oh.
For learning.
Good.
Take it to her.
[sighs.]
Fuck you.
You fucking wasted my time.
Lucky you're not dead.
You and your fucking family.
[Abby coughing.]
[vomits.]
[Abby.]
Oh, God.
[coughing and vomiting.]
[sighs.]
You okay? [Abby.]
Yeah.
Oh.
[toilet flushes.]
You sure? [faucet runs.]
Sure.
She won't take the bottle.
Just give her to me.
Come on, sweetheart.
[Bunchy.]
Oh.
[Abby.]
All right.
Okay.
You got a stomach bug? No.
No.
Hey.
What is it? Don't worry about it, Bunch.
You gonna be all right for the baptism? Yeah.
Yeah, I'll be fine.
I ain't stupid, Abby.
I know something's up.
What? I've seen you with Ray.
And I seen all them pills.
Something's wrong.
No.
You can tell me, Abby.
I won't tell nobody.
I'm fine, Bunchy, really.
There.
Oh.
Hi, honey.
I think she thinks I'm her mom.
- Hey.
- [Maria cooing.]
[whispers.]
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
[blows landing on punching bag.]
[man.]
Looking good, Damon.
That's good, son.
Yes.
He in there? Thanks.
Hi, Ray.
Hey, just put it over there.
Ray, meet Prince Johnson, The Black Python.
- Nice to meet you.
- How you doing? [Stu.]
Come here.
Ray, Ray, Ray, Ray, look.
[Ashley moans on computer video.]
[Stu.]
Here, look at that.
Look at that.
- [Ashley moaning.]
- Oh, God, that's hot.
[moaning getting louder.]
I'm a fucking cuckold and I love it.
[moaning increases.]
See you, Ray.
[Prince.]
Yeah.
Oh.
And make sure Sonia gets me the 8283 for tax purposes, and make sure Marty Grossman leaks this.
It'll make Ashley feel better.
She's your wife, Stu.
She's a fucking actress.
She's nobody's wife.
I'm not doing it.
You're gonna do it.
Ray? Ray.
[man.]
Stick it.
Stick 'im, that's good.
Any of these clothes, you can have 'em.
And any gym clothes, they're yours, too.
Yeah, that should fit.
What do I need this for? It's Maria's baptism today.
Get dressed.
You're coming.
[clears throat.]
I dropped the painting off with Stu.
Was he pleased with it? Sure.
Good.
This is Mr.
Belikov's cut of the Feldman money.
Belikov's out.
We're done.
We're done, but you know Russian men.
Mr.
Belikov has his ways.
Just go see him.
Apologize for any problems that you might have caused.
I've thrown in an extra 100,000 dollars just to smooth things over.
Before you leave, there's something I want to do for you.
Sit in the chair, please.
It's the only way to experience his vision.
Please, sit.
Starn is a Universalist and he believes that if a group of people sit together and view the sky, the light seen takes on a religious connotation.
All that light.
I'll be part of it soon enough.
I can see the way that you look at things, that you see complexity.
Even in ugly things, I think you see beauty.
[pensive music.]
Am I beautiful to you? No, don't look away.
Am I ugly? No.
Tell me I'm beautiful.
You're beautiful.
[priest.]
Do you renounce Satan and all his works? Do you believe in God, the Father, the creator of Heaven and Earth? I do.
Do you believe in Jesus Christ, his only son, our Lord, who was born of the virgin Mary, suffered death and was buried, rose again from the dead, and is now seated at the right hand of the Father? I do.
This is our faith.
This is the faith of the church.
We're proud to profess it in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Maria Agnes Donovan, I baptize you in the name of the Father and of the son and of the holy spirit.
[woman.]
Go forth to life, O child of Earth Still mindful of thy heavenly birth Thou art not here for ease or sin But manhood's noble crown To win Though passion's fires are in thy soul Thy spirit can their flames control Though tempters strong beset thy way Thy spirit is More strong than they Yo, look at all this booze.
Yeah, we'll be upstairs.
[sighs.]
That was such a nice ceremony.
Wasn't it, Ray? You okay? I'm fine, Bunch.
You want to make a toast? No.
[Abby.]
Bunchy.
I'll be right back.
[sighs.]
[suspenseful music.]
[exhales deeply.]
Mickey was formally charged.
Belikov got out today.
So he's going through with it? Yeah.
Mickey brought this on himself.
Every bit of it.
You did what you had to do.
Putting a pimp back on the streets.
They tried to hurt us.
So anything you do, anything at all, you're doing for the right reason.
I don't want to lie to you.
That woman I was working for I don't want to hear that.
Just keep it to yourself.
Come back to the party.
Try and be in a better mood.
Yo, check out the tits on this Disney girl singer.
- Huh? - There's this website.
It has all these famous girls' boobs.
[Ashley moaning on computer.]
Fucking internet nudie pictures, man? Who cares? You like MC Rook? Who? MC Rook.
A go-getta, a hot spitta A no quitta Diggin' in ya bitch With no patience and four fingas So go figga Nobody raps like this nigga [sighs.]
Yo, the fuck y'all do out here, man? Out here we play video games and go to the mall.
[scoffs.]
Fuck y'all.
It's Calabasas.
Cala-asses, more like.
That's actually kind of funny.
Yo, serious, what else y'all got? Got this, motherfucker.
[Abby laughs.]
[Darryl.]
What do we got? [tissue paper rustling.]
A bunny.
Hey.
[Abby.]
That's from Connor.
I got something for Maria.
Hey, big guy, might want to take a break from that.
Fuck you, Daryll.
Listen, man, I don't know what's gotten into your head lately Who asked you anyway? Huh? [Bunchy.]
Hey.
Why you got to be that way? I want Maria to have this.
I wore it when I was an altar boy.
You fucking kidding me? Hmm? O'Connor gave that to you.
He gave me one, too.
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
It belongs at the bottom of the Charles, where mine is.
Don't you get that thing fucking anywhere near her.
What's the matter with you? You fucking drunk? You're not taking this shit seriously.
[Daryll.]
What's wrong with him? You guys want to hear Bridget sing? - [Bridget.]
Mom, stop it.
- [Abby.]
Come on, Bridge.
[Darryl.]
It'd be kind of great right now, Bridge.
[Bridget.]
Okay, okay.
Yeah.
[Abby.]
Yeah.
- [Bridget playing guitar.]
- They poured a round For the sailor And they heard his tale Of a world That was so far away And a song That we'd never heard A song of a little bird [phone vibrates.]
That fell in love With a whale He says you cannot live in the ocean Yeah.
[electronic voice.]
Men's Central Jail collect call from [Mickey.]
Mickey Donovan.
Yeah.
[phone beeps.]
[Mickey.]
Ray, you there? Hey, Mick.
How was the baptism? [Ray.]
Fine.
Bridget and Connor doing all right? [Ray.]
Good.
Abby's health? She's good.
[Mickey.]
Good.
I talked to your lawyer friend, the Jew.
He said, uh, he could get my charges reduced from eight counts down to three, get the death sentence thrown out.
Fuck, Mick.
Bright side, I'll be out of here when I'm 310.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
I'll tell you, in here, I've been thinking about life, about what matters.
The only fucking permanent thing is love.
Why men build skyscrapers, make art, go to war.
Love.
Mick? [Mickey.]
Yeah? Thanks.
Kiss that baby for me.
Eh? [exhales sharply.]
[Bridget.]
And a bird On the tide Oh, please don't cry Let me dry Your eyes So tell me that you'll wait for me Hold me in your arms I promise we never will part [phone chimes.]
But I'll always pretend You're mine [Russian hip-hop music from house speakers.]
[lemur chirps.]
Ray Donovan.
You have come back.
Sonia wanted me to give you this.
She told me to apologize.
Told me to tell you there's an extra hundred grand there.
For any problems I might have caused.
You are a what? Excuse me? For a living, you are a useful man.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.
You've been useful for Sonia.
Now be useful to me.
Take the money.
You be useful to me.
The girl with the string.
We had a party.
Party got bad.
She got excited and she break her neck.
[ominous music.]
You take the painting to the port, yes? We take the girl, too.
Ship her back to my people in Moscow.
They will dispose.
I take you.
You help me ship the girl.
[sniffs.]
[gunshots.]
- Whoa! - Oh! Oh, fuck.
Oh.
[dog barks.]
[Larry.]
What the fuck? Oh, yeah? You better run, you fucking assholes.
I see you, Donovan.
[rifle barrel clicking.]
I see you.
[huffs.]
Your father is a funny man.
I guess.
I will take care of his safety in prison.
You should be glad he took care of this problem for you.
You should be thankful.
Thankful.
[baby whines.]
Okay.
You okay? Fucking drunk.
Give her to me before you drop her.
Come on.
Bunchy.
[baby groans.]
Hey.
There.
There she is.
Hey.
Oh.
What? You got cancer, don't you? What? Don't you lie to me.
[baby fusses.]
Shh.
Bunch, it's not that bad.
You can't get sick! Bunchy.
I love you, Abby.
You're my best friend.
You can't get sick.
Come on, Bunch You can't die, you hear me? You can't die! Are you fucking kidding me? I am gonna live forever.
Don't you worry about it.
Come here.
You're just drunk, is all.
And you're tired.
Just go to bed.
Come here.
- I know.
- [Bunchy crying.]
Honey.
Bunchy.
I'll take care of Maria.
Come on.
Oh, Bunchy.
Go to bed.
Come on.
Come on, honey.
I got her.
Yeah.
That's right.
I know.
I know.
Everyone in life has a story.
Hers is very short story.
Put the girl in that crate.
Seal it up and see the custom man.
He'll do the rest.
In there.
You understand? Be useful.
We can be friends.
Sure.
We can be friends.
[grunting.]
[screaming.]
Look at me.
Look at me! [gunshot.]
[baby fusses.]
No? No? You don't want it? [sighs.]
It's not gonna do you much good, sweetheart.
Knock yourself out.
[baby suckling.]
[phone rings.]
[Ray.]
Yeah? How was your talk with Ivan? Was he pleased that you came? Sure.
Then everything's back to the way that it was.
Sure.
[Sonia.]
I'll see to it that he looks after your father, Ray.
After everything that you've done for me, I'll see to it Ivan makes sure your father is safe.
[solemn music.]
[phone beeps.]
Ray? [engine turns over.]