Previously on Ray Donovan...
If you could do anything you want,
what would it be?
Maybe open a bar.
Ray!
You okay?
Yeah.
You got a little bump on your head.
No one can touch us.
You hear me?
No one.
What happened?
She was the brightest star in the sky.
You sleep, kid.
Ray.
Ray?
Ray.
Happy anniversary, baby.
It's our anniversary?
Twenty-one fucking years.
Jesus.
Twenty-one years, huh?
What'd you get me?
Better be good.
I got you a big-screen TV.
- Wow. - Yeah.
So you can watch soap operas.
- Oh. - Yeah.
That's nice.
What did you get me?
Mm...
I got you nothing.
What?
I got you nothing, 'cause you've been so bad.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
That's not funny.
- It's not funny? - No.
I think it's a little funny.
You should just stop talking.
Stick to being pretty.
- Okay. - Yeah.
What should I wear tonight?
I don't know.
You look good in everything.
I mean, what do people wear in Vegas?
Spandex.
Spandex?
I don't know.
There's the guy.
I'll be right there, Ray.
I'm underlining every fucking line here.
I really like my writing teacher.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
She's been around the block. She's no phony.
And she actually wrote a television movie.
The Husband of the Forest.
I don't think I caught that one.
Me neither. It might have been good.
She's got great tits too. I sit right down front.
Here, listen to this. She recommended this book.
"If you write about something that happened to you,
you may re-experience some old emotions."
How much?
How much what?
How much they charging you for that class?
Oh, screw you, Raymond.
Screw you.
Anyway, it's free for seniors.
It's codgerville down there. Smells like a medical unit.
Sometimes I feel like I hear it from back here.
Once in a while, and then,
definitely from behind the stove.
Just back here, but I hear it when I'm in the shower,
so maybe it's got something to do with the pipes.
I heard them the other day when I was in Bridget--
my daughter's room, so...
I hope it's raccoons and not rats.
I'd rather it be raccoons.
- We'll take a look. - All right.
Let me check your garage.
Probably gonna have to open up the walls.
Thanks, Bob.
You ready?
Yeah.
Vegas, here we come.
Tell Terry good luck.
? I only want to be with you ?
? It doesn't matter where you go or what you do ?
? I want to spend each moment of the day with you ?
"Alternate sharing positive characteristics
about your partner."
Oh.
"Share a total of five items each."
- I'll go first. - Good.
You're strong.
Now you say something nice about me.
You give a fantastic blow job.
Thank you.
Sure.
You're a loving father.
Come on. Go.
You give a fantastic hand job?
It's true.
Where you going?
I got a surprise for you.
? No matter what you do ?
? I only want to be with you ?
What are we doing here?
Let's get a drink.
It's 8:30 in the morning.
We can get a drink in Vegas.
Come on. It's our anniversary.
- What can I get you? - Two bloody Marys, please.
All right.
What the fuck are we doing here?
When I first came out here, I used to come
to this place all the time.
I know.
What do you mean, you know?
You know you brought me here before, right?
When?
I don't know. Years ago.
- I did? - Yeah.
When Ezra had you in that weird apartment
on Santa Monica Boulevard?
- The Palomino. - Yeah.
I brought you before, huh?
A bunch of times.
That's funny. I don't remember that.
You-- fuck you.
There we go.
Thank you.
I remember when you...
...you first got out here.
You used to call me late.
'Cause of the time difference?
One night you called me 'cause you missed me, and
you asked me to come see you.
And I said yes, and the next day,
you got me a plane ticket.
Yeah.
And I never went back home.
That's right.
See? That's my third thing.
- What? - Unpredictable.
Me?
Now you owe me four things.
- What are they? - Keys.
- To what? - This place.
It's yours.
You own it.
I'm sorry, what?
You said you wanted a bar.
Oh, my God. Are you fucking kidding me?
Happy?
Am I happy?
I can't fucking believe you.
What are you fucking doing to me?
Hey.
You want four things? Here's four things.
Great blow job, great hand job, you're my best friend,
and now, you own this bar.
I love you.
All right, here's another one.
- The house is on fire. - Okay.
After you've saved your loved ones and your pets,
you have time to save one more thing.
What is that thing?
- Could the fire be next week? - Why?
Well, 'cause then I'd run in and get that new
television set you didn't get me.
Oh, fuck off.
How did you do it without me finding out?
I have my ways.
How much did it cost?
Did you get it illegally?
No.
No!
- I love it. - What?
- I love it. - You do?
I do. I love it.
Good.
I'm glad.
All right, guys.
Hey! Stop it!
Go.
Make it quick.
Come on.
- Dad! - Come on, David.
Where?
I'd get the box.
- What box? - The wooden one.
First thing you ever got me.
The pot box?
The pot box--we got the kids' baby teeth in there.
Oh.
That's a good answer, Ray.
Yeah?
This is a Telmate prepaid call from...
- Terry Donovan. - An inmate
at a Nevada correctional facility.
Jesus Christ.
This call will be recorded and monitored.
What's going on?
If you wish to accept the call,
please press one now.
To decline...
Raymond?
What the fuck, Terry?
I fucked up.
I went somewhere I shouldn't have gone.
A whorehouse. I'm in the jail in Pahrump.
All right.
I'll pick you up in about an hour.
- What is it? - Terry.
- Something about a whorehouse. - What?
Got to go bail him out of jail.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Yeah.
- What do you think he did? - I don't know.
You think he fucked a girl to death?
Ray?
Raymond, it's late.
Ray?
Jesus Christ.
We got to get down to the bar.
What for?
The wedding's today.
That's still on?
Sure it's still on.
Got to do the toast and all that shit.
All right.
I'll put some coffee on.
- Hey, Ray? - Mm?
How do I make this thing into a PDF?
What--what's a PDF?
All right.
Get dressed.
Hey, guys. Sandy Gagic here.
As most of you are already aware, several nude photos
of Natalie James have been leaked online.
The young star is best known for her work
in the Waterfall series, and her Golden Globe-nominated
portrayal of a teen prostitute in Wendy Sanborn's Bridgeland.
The images come as a surprise to fans who see James
as an American sweetheart.
The actress could not be reached for comment.
Back to you, Karen.
Daryll got a guy, big shot at ACA, to read my script,
but they said to send it over as a PDF,
so what is it?
You can't turn paper into a PDF.
Then what the fuck they talkin' about?
I'll have someone take it over for you.
Thank you, Raymond.
That's very nice of you.
Hey.
Come here.
She's watching over you, you know.
I'll get some eggs for you.
Sorry about that, Abby.
Hey.
You okay, Terry?
That fucking Earl.
Who the hell's Earl?
A fucking guy named Earl got me drunk
and brought me out to the whorehouse.
I see.
Brought me to the middle of nowhere,
drugged me, ripped me off,
and he charged me for shit that I didn't even do.
Yeah, well, it's over now, Terry.
- No, it ain't. - Sure it is.
Some hooker stole Mom's wedding ring.
I was gonna propose to Maureen in Vegas,
so I brought out the ring.
Oh, Jesus.
The hooker drugged me and stole the ring,
and that--that's why I got into the fight.
Believe me, I would have walked the fuck out,
but she stole the ring.
- Terry-- - Got to get the ring
back, Ray.
Jesus fuck, it was Mom's.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm gonna talk to the hooker and get the ring.
No you're not. You go in there, they're just
gonna call the cops again.
- I'm going in. - Terry.
Tell me her name.
London.
Oh, my God.
All right. You guys wait here.
Where the fuck are you going?
I'm going in there.
You're gonna talk to a hooker in a brothel?
- Yeah. - On our anniversary?
Yeah.
I want to watch.
Welcome to Sheri's Ranch. How can I help you?
It's our anniversary.
Can I get an Irish whiskey and a vodka tonic, please?
So he is, um--he's gonna give me a ménage ŕ trois.
It's what I've always wanted.
Lucky guy.
Think you'll find that we've got a fine selection of girls
and a wide array of services.
We heard great things about, um,
one of your girls from a couple we know.
What was her name again, babe?
London.
Is London here?
You bet she is. Excuse me, I'll go get her.
All right.
What do you think of this one, honey?
Sure.
Do you enjoy S&M, London?
Absolutely.
We're gonna take the dominatrix package.
Great choice.
Yeah, we're pretty excited about it, aren't we, Rex?
Sure.
Wait here. I got to get ready.
You're on fuckin' fire.
Cute outfit.
Where'd you get that? Party City?
- Do you like it? - I do.
Could I get one of those for home, honey?
This is a nice room.
Got everything you need right there.
What do you want from me, Master?
I want you to sit down.
Oh. Yes, Master.
Tie me up.
Hmm.
My safe word is "anal."
Tie me up. Tie me up and fuck me.
Oh, yeah. You like it hard?
I like it hard.
Ah...
Ah.
Ah...
Anything for my master.
Anything...
Mm.
[London moaning]
You stole my mother's ring.
Where's the ring?
Tell me where the fucking ring is and I'll stop.
No.
Ray.
I got this.
See this, London?
Is that your own hair?
Is it natural?
It's very pretty, isn't it, Ray?
Okay, so here's what we're gonna do.
You're gonna tell us where the fuckin' ring is, all right?
Or we're gonna take all your fuckin' hair out.
Fuck you.
Fuck me? Okay.
All right, well, we'll do it your way.
It's in the fucking Midol.
Bingo.
Enjoy yourselves?
We will definitely be back.
I don't know what the fuck came over me.
I've never did nothing like it.
Everything's good.
Damon's ready.
Maureen and I are good.
- So what happened? - Leave it.
I was getting ready for bed.
I was--I was looking at myself in the mirror.
The way I look.
The way I fucking shake.
How could she possibly love me?
So I went down to the bar and...
...and that's when everything got fucked up.
She's crazy about you, Terry.
I know.
Yeah, I know you know.
You know, the drugs I take, you know?
They--I...
I can't, I...
You know?
Man, I'm so fucking stupid.
It's over now, Terry. Never happened.
Half that's true.
Come on.
Are you gonna tell her?
There's nothing to tell, Abs.
I didn't do nothing.
Right. Okay.
No matter what you do in your life,
you always end up with the right one.
What are you talking about?
Bernadette was never right for Terry.
Colleen was never right for you.
But you both ended up with the right ones.
Do me a favor, Mick.
What?
Be a little more quiet, just for today.
- You do that for me? - Sure, kid.
Then I hit a midget with another midget.
I shouldn't call 'em that.
It's not funny.
I trained really fucking hard.
I could taste it.
And I--I had it.
[Daryll] I'm sorry, Bunch. I really am.
But that shit is hilarious. I'm sorry.
Fuck you.
You've got a job.
What are you guys talking about?
Hey.
I hit a midget with another midget.
Oh. Beckett.
The Irish.
Theresa's leaving town for three weeks.
I got the baby by myself.
And I got nothing to do.
What do you mean you got nothing to do?
You're working with me.
I can't work with Lena, Ray.
Lena'll be fine.
I'm not a fucking secretary, Ray.
- Beckett. - Yes?
- You work for Bunchy now. - What?
- It's all yours, Bunch. - Si.
- Terry. - [Hey, Terry.
There's the man of the hour.
Looking sharp. Looking sharp, my boy.
- All right? - How'd it go?
All right.
Yeah, she forgave me.
How long did that take?
Nine and a half hours.
Not bad.
Yeah.
She was talking about
transparency, you know.
And how we can't live double lives.
May the road rise up to meet you.
Come on. Do it.
May the wind be always at your back.
Here we are.
My gosh.
Let me know if you need anything else, Mr. Donovan.
Thanks.
Wow.
Look at that fuckin' view.
That was fun at the whorehouse, huh?
Sure.
That girl was pretty hot?
I guess.
You guess?
She was hot.
That's how I know Terry fucked her.
Abby.
There you go.
- Thank you. - Sure.
Can you hear that music?
Is that coming from in here?
Jesus Christ.
Thank you.
But I can still hear it. Can you hear it?
No.
Can we just relax now?
Yeah.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
I'm gonna draw a bath.
Onto tonight's preliminary match.
Oh, God. It's starting. Come on, Damon.
Let's go, Damon!
Whoo!
Gentlemen, we went over the rules in the dressing room.
I want to caution you to keep this fight clean at all times.
Protect yourself at all times, and what I say, you must obey.
Good luck to both of you. Touch 'em up.
[Terry] Start aggressive, but think smart.
All right.
Keep away from the hook!
The kid can move.
Jab and move.
Get out the corner. Get out--turn--
Beautiful.
Jesus Christ.
Three...four...
Five...six...
He's all right. He's all right.
- Eight. - Yeah!
Ah!
You beauty. Oh, yeah.
Hey, how 'bout this guy, huh?
How 'bout him? Yeah?
Whoa!
Did you like the fight, Abby?
Yeah. It was great.
Vegas?
I-I've been here before.
Um...
I want to say something.
Well, I've been seeing this doctor
about three months now.
About this thing called deep brain stimulation.
It's where they put electrodes in your brain,
and if it works, then--
then I don't shake no more.
I can be normal for a while.
- If it works. - Terry.
Maureen.
Will you marry me?
Will you be my wife?
I want to build out this business.
And I want to take care of you.
I want--I want to take care of all of you, 'cause
you spent so much time taking care of me.
And I can't think of a more perfect time
to propose than on
Ray and Abby's anniversary.
Terry.
So will you do it, Maureen?
In front of my family here?
Will you marry me?
Will you be my wife?
Yes.
Put it on.
Cheers.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
May the rain fall soft upon the fields.
And until we meet again...
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
Sláinte.
Yeah.
Natalie James is here.
Why?
I don't know. She needs help.
Who brought her?
Nobody. She came alone.
All right.
Something I got to do.
I'll see you at the wedding.
Where you going?
Don't worry. I'll be there.
Don't be late.
I won't.
Hi.
You look good.
Thanks. You too.
You want one?
No.
So, what can I do for you?
It's tricky.
I mean, what I need you to do for me isn't tricky, but...
I'm divorcing my husband.
Is he the one who leaked those pictures?
I'm so embarrassed.
Everyone's looking at me.
Ah, well, you know.
It'll blow over.
No, I know.
So...
I'm firing him.
Divorcing him and firing him now.
He's a fucking piece of shit.
And my dog's there, and my stuff.
What do you want, Natalie?
Why are you here?
I'm just...
I'm afraid to go home.
Can you grab those suitcases
in there for me, please?
Thanks.
Give me a fucking break.
Shit.
You startled me.
She's just gonna get some things.
We'll be gone in a couple minutes.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck is he?
We can talk about this downstairs, come on.
What are you, the prom date?
Ha. You're fucking my wife, huh?
Don't talk to him. Will you please just be decent--
- Hey, shut up, bitch. - For one fucking minute!
The grown-ups are talking, bitch.
- Oh, fuck you, bitch. - Nice mouth on her.
Of course, you already know that, huh?
How dirty our girl's mouth is?
It's just not that creative.
Hey. I'm taking my things.
I'm taking my dog, and I'm leaving.
You have fucked me for the last time.
How's that? That creative enough for you?
You're leaving me for the security guard?
Why? What, do you have an unusually large dick?
You know what, Ray?
Let's forget the things. I'll get new things with
all the money I'll have after I fire my piece of shit manager.
Give me my fucking dog!
- Give me my dog! - Let the dog go.
Over my dead body you take our dog.
Our dog? He's my fucking dog.
- No. Natalie-- - Fucking...
Go to the car.
Now.
Damn.
She doesn't obey me like that.
And you know I've tried.
Give me the dog.
I'd sooner snap his fucking neck.
Say bye-bye.
Thanks for coming.
I'll send someone for the dog.
- Promise? - Thanks for coming.
Boutonniere.
It's French for buttonhole.
- Bruce, good to see you. - Good to see you.
Yeah, Maureen looks gorgeous.
This is something, huh? Dohertys and the Donovans.
Two ancient Irish families finally brought together.
Thank you.
So, I'll see you inside.
Yeah.
How are you?
Good.
You look great.
Thank you.
Maureen, uh...
Abby wanted you to have, uh...
She wanted me to...
May I?
? Are the stars out tonight ?
? I don't know ?
? If it's cloudy or bright ?
? I only have... ?
Wanna go again?
Not gonna get it? Sure?
? For you ?
Just stop talking and enjoy the dance.
CAN YOU HELP ME TO GET MY DOG TONIGHT.
? May be high ?
? But I can't see ?
? A thing in the sky ?
? I only have ?
? Eyes ?
? For you ?
Look, Todd.
I know you got an issue with my brother.
That shit in Vegas, it's, um,
it's not what you think.
My brother's a good man.
? You're here ?
? And so am I ?
You all right?
What the hell was he thinking?
I don't know.
I don't think he was thinking.
Is that how you rationalized it all these years?
Feel my head.
You don't got a fever.
Really?
That's weird.
When we were in there...
The way he's looking at her, and the way she's looking at him...
I just...
That's not us anymore.
Abs.
I'm not that anymore.
I know.
? And I only have ?
? Eyes ?
? For ?
? You ?
Come on.
So would everybody join me and raise your glass
in a toast to the bride.
Welcome to the Donovans.
May your patience be infinity.
Uh, infinite. May your patience be infinite.
Hear, hear.
You know... I'd like to echo that.
Yeah.
Maureen.
You are beautiful, and you're smart.
So forgive my confusion
when it comes to today.
This one over there, he, uh,
did 20 years in Walpole.
That one's some sort of Hollywood scumbag.
The one that just gave the speech is clearly retarded.
All right, son. That's enough.
Dad, I haven't even gotten to the groom yet.
Of a pot shop.
And then...
Killed someone inside.
Beat him to death.
So, as far as I can tell, he's nothing but a cheating,
crippled cocksucker, and--
Whoa!
Say one word, Todd. I fucking dare you.
- Retard. - No, Bunch--
- Hey! - Oh, fuck.
- You motherfucker. - Fucker, let's go!
- I'll fucking kill you! - Fuck you!
Abs?
Abby?
Oh, shit. Abby.
Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me.
Look at me. Abs. Hey.
Come on, sweetheart. Hey. Hey, hey.
Look at me.
Come on. Stop.
Stop. Please, stop.
Please, stop.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
She hit her head.
We were in a car accident, um...
A few months ago, and she hit her head.
Is that it?
Some...
Sort of concussion or something?
They haven't found anything yet.
They'll never find anything.
Abs...
I'm gonna lie down.
I went back for Pepper.
I was afraid he'd hurt him, so I went back.
And he...
So I went upstairs, uh,
I grabbed his gun, and I shot him.
Can you help me?
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