Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Hey, suicide.

You got a name?

You don't gotta be like that, suicide.

Who let you out?

We're gonna make a mayor.

So as junior prosecutor,

you led the fraud and embezzlement case against...

Where's the silencer?

What the fuck?

Go, go, go, go, go!

Here we are. Long Island.

Smile.

I'm laid-back as fuck.

Check it out.

Mister Lucky is an original

FeatureFlix production.

- You know what that means? - No.

It means that I need Jay White

to do his fucking job.

Oh, oh! There he is!

We love you, Jay!

P-pop.

Whoa! Whoa! Shit.

Hey, hey, hey, calm down.

Who is this?

Hello, Ray Ray.

What's the matter?

Pussy got your tongue?

What do you want, Mick?

I heard Daryll had some trouble

over at the Mister Lucky set.

- Yeah? - Kind of trouble

that could shut down a major motion picture.

Yo! This is Double Dee.

Daryll Donovan. Mister Lucky Producer.

Busy Motherfucker. You know the deal.

Please hang up and text me.

Call me back.

Hey, help!

Hey! Help!

Ray, Ray!

Ray! Ray!

Ray, Ray!

Ray!

Ray. Ray, ah.

Ray, Ray, he took Jay.

- He took Jay. - I know.

Mickey's here in New York, man. He's here.

- Yeah. - Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Oh, shit.

- Yeah? - Did you find

your backstabbing fuck of a brother?

How much, Mick?

You know me too well, kid.

You think like me.

How fucking much?

Three million dollars, and three new passports.

For me, Bunch, and Maria.

- Where is he? - You try

and set me up, I kill Jay White.

Is Bunch with you?

Mick?

Check's in the mail, Raymond.

So what are we gonna do?

- Yeah? - We need to talk.

What is it?

Not on the phone.

Let's go.

Oh, shit.

Ah.

Is she sleeping?

Yeah. Like a log.

I slept like a log once.

Woke up in a fireplace.

That's pretty funny.

There's a bar around here. Has open mic.

Comedy night.

What?

An open mic.

You ever done that kinda thing?

No.

Ah, people say that I'm funny.

Might be a good way to make new friends.

Woman my age. I'm alone a lot.

Hey. Try one on ya?

Oh, yeah. Sure.

Did you know that pigeons die when they have sex?

No.

Well, the ones I have sex with do.

That's good, huh?

Ah, yeah.

No, that doesn't work anyway.

Why not?

Because you're a woman.

So?

I would think that it would be the penis

that would kill the pigeon, no?

Fun buster.

All right, here we are.

Get out. Go ahead. Get the fuck out.

Just walk, just walk. I'm holding you.

I'm... I'm guiding you. Yeah.

- I got him. - It's just grass.

I got him.

Keep walking.

All right, come on.

Sit.

All right, here we are.

Now, I'm gonna lift this pillow case

off your head, and we're gonna act nice and polite.

If you try anything silly,

I will be forced to slit your throat from nine to three.

Understood?

Good.

He's got a very large head.

Yeah, it's a movie star thing.

It looks good on camera.

It's awfully late, Ray.

We have a problem.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

My father kidnapped Jay White.

You're serious?

He wants three million dollars for him.

Okay.

Jesus, Ray, I gotta say another woman by this point

might start to wonder if you're more trouble than you're worth.

So if I give you the money, are you sure

you can get him back in one piece?

Ray?

You'd think a three million dollar ask

would warrant your undivided attention.

I'll get him back.

Yeah, well, I don't have much wiggle room here, do I?

I'm sorry about all this.

I'm gonna need a couple hours to get the money.

Thanks.

Sean McGrath?

I know you, right?

We never met, but yeah.

So this ain't a coincidence.

No.

You're Internal Affairs?

Emerson Lake.

Three cases in the last three months.

A dealer named Henderson Smith.

A prostitute named Ally Brinkowski.

And another known dealer, Frank Younger.

June 2nd, June 24th, and July 2nd, respectively.

Each case, there were initial forensic reports

of narcotics on site.

- I don't recall that. - You don't recall?

- No. - Well, you should.

You made those arrests.

Two bundles of heroin, a half kilo from Henderson.

A full ounce of cocaine from the prostitute.

And again, another half kilo from Mr. Younger.

You booked them, but when we did our audit,

the drugs were gone.

Now I'm lost.

Felony theft. Times three.

That's a Class Six.

Each charge carries an eight years minimum.

Next time you wanna talk to me, call my lawyer.

Should I arrest you, then?

So you can have that conversation in jail?

You really want to try to beat this in the courts?

Can we get a couple of tall coffees over here?

At least hear what I have to say.

I think you'll prefer my solutions

better than your own.

Hey, who is that?

It's been ringing for like an hour.

Uh.

I don't know, it's like some 800 number

or some bullshit.

You sure are a sight for sore eyes, Mrs. Smith.

There's coffee over there. It's probably cold by now.

Hey.

Business Lady.

Why don't you come on over here. Come on.

Come here.

Very tempting but...

that would make me late for my internship

that Ray Donovan got me, and then

that would make Ray Donovan mad at you.

Well, so what?

I could handle Ray Donovan.

Oh, looks like it.

We can't talk about my dad

and then fuck. We just can't.

Yeah. That's fair.

And I have to go.

- No. No, no, no. - Yes, I'm so sorry.

- Mm-mm, no, no. - I'm so sorry.

Wish me luck.

You don't need it.

Hey!

I love you.