Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Mr. Goldman...

My name is Thomas Romero.

A call from your office

led to the body of a murdered priest.

- What are you doing? - Did you make that call?

He doesn't want a priest.

He doesn't want a priest.

Ezra's dead.

What?

I'm so sorry.

Ray Donovan, Mr. Finney wants to meet you.

You've heard of my son's abduction.

Yes.

I ain't asking you, Ginger.

Send somebody else.

Listen.

Never disappoint the client.

But I have to watch Audrey.

Mickey loves looking after her, don't you, Mick?

Sure.

I go to this group,

survivors' network of those abused by priests.

I'm okay.

Really, I am.

Ray Donovan, my wife, Charlotte, and my daughter Paige.

Who is this guy?

I was told that Mr. Donovan is not afraid of violence.

You let another man fuck your wife,

and you do nothing about...

Ooh!

I've apologized so many times.

What else do I have to do?

Come home, Daddy.

Fuck!

Mom?

Whose dog is that?

It's my dog.

This is my dog.

I was thinking, maybe you should take

your business off-site.

Off-site?

Yeah, this is a family environment.

People may not say so to you, but they're not happy

with the traffic and the goings on.

I think you're mistaking me for somebody who gives a shit.

You don't scare me, Mick.

Of course not.

We're friends.

And I'm supposed to be the goddamn manager here.

Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

Since when?

Two months.

People know they're not paying.

I'm going to prison, armed robbery.

I'm locked in!

I deserve to be punished.

You're a good man, Terry.

What the fuck do you know about being a good man, Raymond?

What you got planned today, Terr?

Me? I'm torn.

Should I drive my girlfriend

to Napa Valley, drink some wine,

or hop on a plane to Vegas,

shoot some craps, take in a show?

Fuck off, Matty.

All right.

I'll decide later.

The day is young, huh?

From your brother.

Ladies, thanks for coming by this morning.

We all know what happened to poor Gary last night.

You hate to see a young person fuck himself up with drugs.

But, hey, when God closes a door,

he opens a window.

You know, tragedy or not,

you girls still have to put food on the table, am I right?

Make a long story short,

here's what I'm gonna do for you.

First, I'm gonna make sure your corners are protected.

Corners?

No, no, he doesn't mean corners, like...

Any pimp messes with you on the street,

I'm there in a shot.

Who's working on the street?

Condoms, French ticklers, all that shit,

free, on me.

Just make me a list.

And the best part, I'm only gonna charge you 40%.

How good of a deal is that, huh?

Yeah, sounds like a good deal for you.

Glad I woke up early for this one, Gin.

Where you going?

We're going home to sleep.

Taking the cheese, though.

What was that?

Mick, these girls don't walk the street.

They don't stand on corners.

This isn't 1979.

I used to worry a lot

about my hours getting cut at work,

less after the settlement.

But I got a letter saying that the money might get held up.

Hey, sweetheart.

Daddy, you need to come home.

What's the matter?

Mom's losing it.

She picked me up from school yesterday drunk,

so I took the bus.

Yeah?

She came home with some big dog she found and passed out.

I'm really worried.

All right, I'll be out there as soon as I can.

Just sitting there staring out of the dining room window.

And I did the strangest thing.

I took the notice,

and I used it to give myself a paper cut.

I don't know why, but it made me feel better.

Hey.

Bridget called, said you drove home drunk last night,

came in and passed out.

What's going on, Abbs?

I had a few drinks.

Big deal.

You're scaring the kids.

No, hey, hey, hey.

No, I'm serious.

What are you gonna do, call the cops on me?

I don't call cops, Abbs.

That's your thing.

You want a plate?

No, that's all right.

I'm good, thanks.

So... how's that new school working out?

Good.

Good good?

Or good, "I don't want to talk about it"?

You all right?

I feel really crappy.

Do I look pale?

You look fine.

I think I have a fever.

Oh, for fucksakes, go back to bed already.

Dad, I want you to come for dinner tonight.

It's important to me.

Why?

What's going on?

Does she need a reason?

She misses you.

She wants you home.

Yeah.

My father says you walk on water, Mr. Donovan.

Who is this?

Paige Finney.

We met yesterday.

I have a job for you.

Are you free?

Does your father know you're calling me?

Does it matter?

Not if you're paying the bills.

You know what I would prefer, okay?

Distilled or sparkling?

It's okay.

Listen, I would prefer things to be right

with Ray and me.

I know, I know.

But Lena, you working here,

a lot less emotional bullshit.

And I'm not asking you to be my office girl.

I have that.

I want us to be partners.

We split the business.

I know Ray pays you okay,

but he's not gonna make an offer like this.

Give me the day.

You put skin shots on the internet,

and that's how the Johns find you?

Mm-hmm, you just put in what you want.

So, like, if you want redheads,

you click the redhead section.

If you want big tits, you click big tits.

Buying girls from the internet,

I don't know,

seems weird.

Yeah, but if you don't manage the page,

How are we supposed to get a piece

of the other girls' action?

But they got this whole setup.

What do they need a pimp for?

Ugh, Mick... figure it out.

How'd you do last night?

Well, it's me versus an app, and the app is winning.

That's because you picked a straight-line enterprise.

I'll see you later, Mick.