Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

He's with the Russian mob.

What does that have to do with us?

Mickey got in over his head

with an Armenian family in Glendale.

Snitched to the police to protect himself.

Snitched on who?

First the Armenians,

then a Russian they were in business with.

So we decided to go after him ourselves.

It's not just art, is it?

It's drugs, girls.

Belikov runs your whole operation.

What do I got to do to make this go away?

I got a sure thing happening, and I could use a partner.

Back in Primm, inside a casino,

there's a gorgeous green horseshoe

filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Tomorrow night in the middle of the party,

we cut the power.

We grab the horseshoe,

and we're out before anyone is the wiser.

I had a mammogram, Ray.

It's something called stage zero breast cancer.

Please. I can deliver a child.

Get the fuck out of our way, asshole!

Hands! Hands!

Put the fucking gun down. Put it down.

She keeps fucking texting me,

threatening to kill me.

There's a puta that I been fuckin'.

Who is she?

She's my sister, Marisol.

I'm coming.

Oh, yeah.

Anything on the DA?

He clips his toenails, he brushes his teeth,

and he feeds his fish,

but I'm sure tonight is when a group of hookers

are gonna show up with a bottle of scotch

and a shit-ton of Molly.

Anything...

from the DA?

Well, no luck with the evidence locker.

Place has been shut down since Muncie got killed.

Oh, shit.

I hope Ima's recording So You Think You Can Dance.

What?

What? It's a great show.

It has talented people.

Look, Ray, there's no way we're gonna turn this guy.

We fucking can't, and even if we could,

he's not gonna let Belikov out.

She's right, boss.

We should just fucking kill Sonia Kovitsky.

Keep watching him.

But we...

We got to pull the floors up, Ray.

Yeah, we have to replace them, Ray.

You sure you don't want to get treatment?

Why not?

'Cause I don't have cancer.

There's nothing there.

It's just a test some fucking asshole made up

to make money,

and it shows every goddamn thing.

It's stage zero.

This isn't like your mom.

This is different.

Yeah.

Are you okay?

Go to bed.

Good night.

So...

I've been speaking to Jackson Holt,

and he doesn't think that Belikov

killed those Armenians.

Might be easier if you told the truth.

Turn yourself in for the murders.

Hey, let's go.

Come on.

Leaving so soon, Mr. Donovan?

I'm going to meet my new granddaughter.

Oh, good heavens.

Well, I hope she's got your eyes.

You look just like Paul Newman.

Thank you.

Where is your granddaughter?

Los Angeles.

Well, I'm going as far as the outlet malls in Covina,

but maybe I can take you all the way.

- Sure. Great. - Good.

Right there. Come on.

Jesus Christ.

Come on, we're in a fucking drought.

Homemade.

What?

Anything?

Nope.

Dude just literally washed his tuchus in a bidet.

But we'll keep watching him.

All right.

I can't wait to smell her.

I love the smell of new babies.

It brings back memories.

What, shitty diapers and no sleep?

Yeah, like you'd fucking know.

Good. You're here.

- What's so important, Bunch? - Hey, Teresa.

Come out here, will you?

Oh, she looks just like you, Bunch.

Oh!

Look at her. Yeah.

"Hi, Uncle Ray."

Oh!

Ray?

What?

I want you to be the godfather to baby Maria.

Bunch.

Lookit, I mean...

I mean, God forbid

something happened to me and Teresa.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Yeah, I could get hit by a bus.

Teresa could get cancer. You know.

It's a real honor, Bunchy, Teresa.

Right, Ray?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Yeah.

Well, you got to be the godmother too.

Oh.

Yeah, Ray, congratulations.

Yeah, that, uh... that's a good look, Ray.

Aw.

Did you know that Paul Newman

and Joanne Woodward were married for 50 years?

Till the day he died.

Imagine. In Hollywood. Huh.

Why go out for hamburger

when you got steak at home to fuck?

Right?

Exactly.

Give me some good news, Harriet.

There's no way

I can get you that money by tonight.

That's refinancing your apartment,

selling the Fite Club.

How fast can you do it?

Could take months, Ray.

Get it done.

Hey.

Yeah, things are about to get very interesting.

He bought a labeling gun.

I'll take care of Holt.

I need you to do something else.

Really? Ray, I prom... I'll do anything.

Anything. I promise.

Ray? Is everything okay?

Everything's fine.

- Can I come in? - Of course.

Oh, Ray.

I shouldn't have blown up at you at the funeral.

I'm so sorry.

Don't worry about it. I deserved it.

I've missed you guys.

Deb, I need to get into Ezra's closet.

Nothing ever changes with you, does it, Ray?

I need to get into the safe.

What fucking safe?

The two of you and your fucking secrets.

You're beautiful.

Yeah?

Yeah.

- Where's Teresa? - She's sleeping.

I told her I could look after Maria.

It's a stupid fucking tradition, Terry.

Yeah.

I know Ray was there for you, Bunch,

but I raised you too.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

No, I get it.

I don't have a wife. I ain't got kids.

I got fucking Parkinson's.

I could ask Ray if maybe he'd do it with you.

Nah.

I can't take care of a fucking kid.

- Hey, Abby. - Lena?

This is my friend Jeannie.

- Hi. - Hello.

Ray asked me to bring her over.

She's a cancer doctor.

Just fuck off, both of you.

Hey.

Are you gonna tell the whole fucking world?

Abs.

This is my fucking problem, okay?

What the fuck are you doing?

Drinking.

Ray Donovan, here to see Mr. Price.