Previously on Ray Donovan...
Ray!
Natalie James is here.
Who brought her?
Nobody. She came alone.
The pictures of The Waterfall star
were taken during a trip to Jamaica,
but no word yet on who leaked them.
I'm afraid to go home.
I'm taking my things.
I'm taking my dog, and I'm leaving.
Give me my dog!
Fucking over my dead body you take our dog.
Thanks for getting here so quickly.
So what's the problem?
This. It's coming out by day's end.
- Is this true? - Unfortunately, it is.
And she's been spending company money,
trying to fund her personal wars.
You know Tom and Vicky?
All relevant and Pacific-pertaining materials
in their possession must be returned.
What are the terms?
Landry gave me two bags, 500 in each.
You get the same every year moving forward.
That's all of it.
Winslow's not fit, Ray.
What she does, the way she does things.
Do you think that there's a moral to this story,
Mr. Donovan?
Don't get pushed out.
I went back for Pepper.
And he...
Can you help me?
I shot him.
CREDITS
We started fighting.
We were in the living room, and, um...
I don't fucking know. We ended up upstairs.
And, um,
he came at me.
And I grabbed his gun, and...
and then I-I just-- I lost it.
Because he...
he attacked me, Ray.
He attacked me.
Did you kill him?
I went back for Pepper.
And do you know
what he was doing when I went inside?
He was jerking off into a pair of my panties.
Fucking freak.
Natalie.
Yes.
Yeah, I killed him.
[door opens]
Ray-Ray. Where'd you go?
It got good after you left.
Those cops can party.
Oh, excuse me, son.
I didn't know you had company.
I need you to stay here and keep an eye on her.
Can you do that for me, Mick?
Sure, you got it.
Natalie, this is my father, Mick.
He's gonna stay with you, all right?
I had a drink or two. [soft chuckle]
There was a little, uh, mix-up
down at the bar, a little donnybrook.
Cops versus robbers.
I can still snap a head or two.
You know,
But it all-- it all turned out--
turned out good.
Would you like a drink?
No.
Thank you.
Something to eat?
Got some nice chicken pot pies from Ralph's.
Well, here's to a long and happy life.
Motherfucker.
There's been a shooting at Natalie James' house.
Is she dead?
No, she shot her husband.
All right.
I'll handle it.
Just do the clean-up, and call Dr. Lopez.
Ray, if your probation officer finds out...
I'll be fine.
What are you doing?
Gotta go to work.
Are you kidding me?
No.
But I'll be back. I promise.
Okay?
You're going to jail, man.
You're going to jail.
Hey, get me the fuck out of here!
You're going to jail. And that fucking whore, too!
Are you there?
Hey!
Oh, she shot me!
Oh, I'm fucking bleeding all over the cage!
Oh, get me out of here!
I'm gonna fucking kill you bitches!
Mother--the fuck?
Please!
I'm gonna kill you bitches.
I'm gonna fucking--I swear--
That's not normal behavior.
[metal rod clangs on floor]
Hey, I'm gonna open the cage now, Rob, and I'm gonna try
and get that bullet out of you, all right?
Fuck no.
No fucking way that guy's operating on me.
Fuck that. No, no.
No, no!
No! Fuck!
No!
What the...
...fuck you put in my ass, huh?
You might want to take a seat there, Rob.
Fuck you.
Really.
All right.
What are you doing?
Going to work.
So what's the bag for?
I'm gonna stay at Todd's for a while.
I thought you said we're all right.
You thought we were all right, Terry?
I mean, Jesus.
You had sex with a prostitute
the night before you proposed to me.
Hey.
I'm sorry, all right?
Don't go.
Please, don't go.
[door opens and closes]
[Lopez] Mary's your mother?
I find it funny that Jesus fell in love with a girl
who had the same name as his mother.
What did she die of?
Cancer.
When it comes to cancer,
we treat dogs more mercifully
than we do our fellow man.
A dog comes to me
riddled with cancer.
It's an easy decision.
Affection, a last meal,
and then injection.
You done?
Yeah.
Appreciate the help.
I was doing a little stunt work.
What?
I was a stuntman. I just said that.
Little car crash thing.
Mm, snapped my humerus clean in half.
Oh, bone through skin, man.
Bone through skin, dude.
Oh, that's when I first met her.
Oh, she was
an ER nurse.
Oh, sexy as fuck. Ohh.
In her scrubs and she was just tending my wounds.
Natalie?
Oh, Sarah, her mom. Natalie's mom.
I was 26.
Uh, she was 39.
And I moved in with her.
Natalie was 16 then.
She was--mmm!
Mmm, beautiful doesn't even describe.
No.
Did you check with Megan about babysitting?
I did.
Don't just sit Maria down in front of the TV
to watch cartoons all the time.
I won't.
So that's Zorro Astuto, huh?
Yeah.
Black Widow and Zorro Astuto.
Sounds like a shitty kids book.
Why you gotta be so negative, Brendan?
I'm sorry.
I'm gonna miss you, my little chicharrita.
Take care of Daddy for me, huh?
[kisses] It's only gonna be a few weeks.
I know.
Good luck, baby. I lo--
I love you.
You're going to jail, motherfucker.
Yeah?
Yeah.
I'm calling the cops.
What are you gonna tell them, Rob?
You beat your wife?
Ah, that the bitch shot me.
And you let a fucking Mexican dog doctor
do surgery on me.
All right. Where's the gun?
What?
Where's the gun, Rob?
Where's the bullet?
Where's anything?
You call the cops, you're gonna want some evidence.
Who the fuck are you?
Nobody.
I'll be downstairs.
Oh, what the fuck?
Put the phone down, Rob.
I've seen this shit a million times.
You keep it up, one of you's gonna end up dead.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
It's not gonna be Natalie.
Understand?
Good.
Stay the fuck away from her.
You got that appointment in an hour.
Yeah, I know.
I took that anger management course.
Twice.
Oh, yeah? How'd that work out for you?
Oh, well,
I'm cured.
[device beeps]
? tender music ?
???
[cell phone rings]
[device beeps]
Conor.
Hey, I got weigh-ins.
I gotta lose two pounds in an hour.
Uh, sweat it out.
I'm all out of sweat.
Take a shit.
I already did.
So take a laxative.
Have a haircut if you gotta.
I mean, my hair's already cut.
But I'll take a laxative.
This your first match, huh?
Yes, sir.
Are you nervous?
No, not at all.
You want me to come?
No.
Fuck it.
- I'm gonna come. - No, wait--
Uncle Terry, don't come out here.
Hello?
Shit.
Where is she?
Where? Who?
Oh, shit.
What time is it?
Shit, I--
I got a meeting.
I got a fuckin' meeting.
[Mickey] I'm up, I'm up, I'm up.
All right, get up. Get up.
This fuckin' dog.
The fuck are you doing?
Take it off.
- What? - Take the fucking shirt off.
Stop.
Leave it.
It's all right.
What happened, Ray?
Ray?
He's not dead.
What do you mean, he's not dead?
I mean, he's not dead.
He's fine.
You're fine. Everyone's gonna be fine.
He's gonna give you everything you want.
Really?
I'm sorry about the shirt.
I didn't mean to overstep.
My wife, she, uh...
...she passed a few months ago.
I'm so sorry.
I don't know what to say.
You got someplace to go?
Yeah. The Chateau for now.
I gotta go.
Michael looked at little Angela
and he said to her,
"The reason daughters love their daddies the most
is that there is at least one man in the world
who will never hurt her."
Want to help me out here, Pop? Hm?
You know who I got that from?
A hooker friend of mine.
Years ago.
You're supposed to store up these nuggets from the past,
that's what real writers do.
There he is.
The next Sam Spiegel.
I'm Mickey.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Jeff.
My son Daryll,
he's-he's working with your superstar client Jay White.
That's a little degree of separation, huh?
Yeah. Uh, I'm-I'm not, uh, Jeff.
I'm Billy. I'm Jeff's assistant.
- Oh. - Yeah.
All right. Have a seat.
Want something to drink? Something to eat?
I mean, it's our place.
No, uh, thank you.
All right.
Well, I'm on pins and needles here.
We're talking a spring shoot in Boston?
No, uh...
Your coverage is not positive.
What the fuck is coverage?
"More exclamation points
than human eyes should be forced to bear.
Hackneyed.
Saccharine mess.
Cloying, wooden dialogue." Who wrote this shit?
Who's Marty Randell?
One of the, uh, readers, probably,
but it-it-it doesn't matter who wrote it.
All that matters is i-i-if it gets a recommend.
What the fuck's a recommend?
The agency's passing on your script, Mickey.
Maureen.
It's me.
Call me?
- [whistle shrieks] - [cheers and applause]
Whoo!
Yeah! Let's go!
Two, Green!
Two point, Green!
One point, Red. Escaped.
Go get him, Con!
Let him go!
We have unsportsmanlike on Red.
Unsportsmanlike, Green.
One point, Red. Unnecessary roughness.
- He's out of bounds. - [man] You got this!
- Go, VMI, let's go! - Go! Go, guys!
Fuck you, man!
You fucking pussy!
Hey, get-- get back to your benches!
All right, all right, all right, all right.
You can't lose your head like that.
It's not a fight, it's a sport.
It's got rules.
Motherfucker smiled at me.
Well, fuck him.
Fuck 'em all.
Are you all right, Con?
I'm fine.
Are you happy here?
Yeah, I like it a lot.
Hey, can I tell you something?
Sure.
You can't tell my dad.
I don't know about that.
You can't.
All right.
What's up?
I've made up my mind,
and I'm gonna enlist after graduation.
- Enlist? - Yes.
Marines.
I'm not wasting my time with college.
I'm not Bridget.
Yeah, but you're a smart kid.
No, I'm not.
And I don't want to get weak.
College makes you weak. Money makes you weak.
Living in Calabasas makes you weak.
See what it did to my mom and my sister?
My dad did it right.
You gotta be tough in this world.
Yeah.
But the Marines?
None of us did that.
Yeah, but I'll be good at it.
I'll be a great fuckin' soldier.
Come here.
Jed?
- You missed your appointment. - Yeah, well, I'm here now.
I see that.
Sit down and press play.
Watch the entire video. Take the test.
If you score better than 70 percent,
you can come back next week.
If you fail, I'll report you.
Hi, Jon here!
It doesn't take a lot to make me angry.
What about you?
Did some schmuck cut you off on the freeway?
Did someone take your sandwich from the refrigerator at lunch?
Hey, it's okay, we all get angry.
But punching a wall or screaming won't fix it.
Truth is, anger is pretty harmful to your physical health.
Is this ACA?
"Blithely ignoring
the hundred some-odd bank heist flicks
already committed to celluloid."
I'd like to speak to Marty Randell's office.
"Four Leaf confidently dispatches
its innumerable clichés
like German panzer tanks."
Marty Randell.
Mart-Marty Randell.
"It is, forgive my French,
a piece of 'merde'."
Hey, this is Marty.
Hello? Hello?
I know where that cocksucker is.
Hey, Bunch, I'm supposed to meet Ray for lunch.
Give me that.
I got a business proposition for him.
Well, he ain't here.
Uh, give me a gin and tonic, would ya?
Yeah. Hey.
Give her a gin and tonic, would ya?
Ray's not here.
It's not Ray that I'm looking for.
Let's take a little walk together, Mick.
Actually, I'm pretty busy--
I said fucking walk.
Frank.
That's not the way two assholes should talk to each other.
So what the fuck is going on, Frank?
We've got a little problem with Avi Rudin.
"We"?
Yeah, we.
That son of a bitch came to me, not too long after
that shit with Sokolov went down.
I don't know nothing about that.
Oh, fuck, come on, Mick.
I know everything that went down that night, all right?
So just shut the fuck up and listen to me.
So Avi comes to me a few months ago,
tells me he's not working with Ray.
You knew that.
So I told him, yeah,
I got a few things for him to do here and there.
He was actually useful for a stretch.
So?
So, turns out,
he kept a pretty big stash of Sokolov's stuff.
He was selling it,
using his relationship with me as a cover.
So cut him out.
I tried.
Did you tell Ray?
No fuckin' way.
And neither will you.
Ray's too goddamn loyal.
What are you asking me to do here?
My problem
is your problem is Ray's problem.
Lord knows Ray has enough on his plate right now as it is.
I'll be in touch.
Come in.
I, uh, I passed.
Seventy-three.
Good.
Can I go?
Night you were arrested,
is that the day your wife died?
Did your brother say something to you insensitive?
No.
Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
It was, you know...
[inhales deeply] ...a misunderstanding, so.
Just a misunderstanding.
Nothing else.
Yeah.
This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody,
but you already know that, right?
No, I just--
It doesn't work because most people
don't have a reason to make it work.
You, though.
You're not a 19-year-old punk with a drug problem.
You have a home, a family,
some success.
You have kids that need you more than ever.
You didn't beat your brother in the head repeatedly
and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.
You can go.
Hey. It's me.
You all right?
I need one more thing.
Is it important?
Please, Ray.
[upbeat music on speakers]
I'm telling you, Maria.
Four Leaf is a great script.
What does Marty Randell know?
Exactly. Nothing.
Marty Randell knows fuckin' nothing.
Simple as that.
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em all.
You remember that, you'll be okay.
Here.
Yeah.
There you go.
You're gonna sleep good tonight.
During the Great Recession,
storage was one of the only sectors
to post positive returns.
A complex there with 500 units,
in eight years, you'll make 2.6 million,
worst case scenario.
Best case? Twice that.
What does the guy want?
1.2 million.
But, you know, if you give him cash,
I'm sure he'll knock 100 grand off.
You know, why's he selling?
Well, he's retiring. He's moving to Florida.
It's a good deal, Bunch.
And what do you get?
What?
Say I'm interested,
what do you get?
Five percent.
But I handle everything financial.
It's the same deal I have with your brother.
What do I gotta do every day?
That's the thing.
You'd be your own boss.
You need maybe a couple of guys to run the place.
And then you just get to sit back and count your money.
[baby babbles]
[tapping on door]
Tell my wife I want to speak to her.
- She's not gonna want to see-- - Now, you fucking prick.
- Okay-- - [Maureen] Todd.
I got this.
Terry, I don't want to do this right now--
Please. Hear me out.
When my mother was dying, my old man was...
...just fucking around on her.
And that's not an excuse.
But that's what I grew up with.
That all?
Then what?
I need you.
If you leave me...
? soft tender music ?
...then I'm-I'm-I'm nothing.
You need me?
I-I've lost every woman I've ever loved.
???
And I can't lose you.
Yeah.
You know it's not just about what you did.
It's that everybody knew.
And you all kept it from me.
You, Ray, Abby, all of you.
I wanted to be a part of your family, Terry.
You are.
You made me feel like a fucking outsider.
Think about that.
And we're rolling. Rolling, guys.
Okay, quiet, everybody.
Quiet on set.
Camera.
- Rolling! - Get settled.
And... action.
Come play the game with us.
Hey.
Want to come play?
Just don't run away from this.
I'm gonna walk the dog.
With a bottle of whiskey?
Let me walk the fucking dog, Abby.
The car crash.
I know you. The car crash.
And... cut!
Let's take a look.
She's pretty special, isn't she?
What?
I said, she's pretty special, isn't she?
Natalie?
Yeah.
Hey, listen.
Thanks for the other day. I appreciate it.
No problem.
I'll see you later, Ray.
Okay, we're going again.
Right away!
And action!
What do you do, Ray?
What do I do?
Yeah, what do you do?
I work for people like you.
People like me?
What does that mean?
What kind of things do you do for people like me?
When things go wrong, I try to make 'em right.
Yeah?
Yeah.
And what's the worst thing I could ever do
that would require the services
of a certain Ray Donovan?
Let me ask you something.
Who were you running from that night?
My husband and I got into a fight.
Yeah?
Where is he now?
We had another fight.
I got in this really bad car accident
a few years ago.
I had this weird feeling that...
...I had died,
but they forgot to tell me.
And I was wondering around like
some ghost.
What are you thinking, Ray?
You seem really sad.
Are you sad?
Some days are just... bad days.
That's all.
I should go.
One more drink.
We're just out walking our dogs, right?
Nothing more than that.
Hey.
Come on in.
Rob called.
He agreed to the divorce.
Said he would leave me alone.
I'm sorry about your wife.
Is that what you called me here for?
I got him as a present for Rob years ago.
I think even then I knew it was over.
Will you bring him back?
I was gonna do it myself,
but I didn't think it was a good idea.
Sure.
I love you, baby.
I'm gonna miss you, okay?
Thanks.
Ray.
She wants you to have him.
Well.
Those photos I leaked?
We were in Negril.
Just me and her and rum and weed and fucking.
I'd cut out my heart and walk back to Jamaica
with it in my hands
just to be that happy again.
Think I should grow a mustache, Pop?
I think whatever you decide to do,
you'll be great at it, son.
The fuck does "El Trebol" mean, anyway?
"The Shamrock."
We were gonna be Black Widow and The Shamrock.
Oh, an Irish thing.
Like Four Leaf?
Exactly.
Maybe some dreams aren't meant to come true, kid.
Hey, it's Teresa. Leave a message.
Hey, babe.
It's Brendan.
"El Trebol."
Love you.
Hey, Mick.
I need you to watch the bar.
Where you going?
Something I gotta do.
Come on, baby.
Ooh.
Yep, that's a baby.
I'm not in any shape to watch anything.
Where you going?
Hey.
Here we go.
Lookie here. Lookie here.
Look.
Huh? Look, Maria.
Yeah.
It's beautiful.
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? Here come the doorway ?
? It's going down the track ?
? Here come the dope train ?
? Yeah, kill a man for talking back ?
? She got the red light ?
? Hanging on her door ?
???
? She cook that blue flame ?
? She'll have you on the floor ?
? Begging for more ?
???
? How many times ?
? Does it take ?
? To hear the phone ?
? How many times ?
? Does it take ?
? To hear the phone ?