Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

You want this money? Fuck you!

Throw the fucking can!

That money... was it to get Belikov out?

- Yeah. - Take me downtown.

- Where? - speaking Russian.

Police station.

I'll take the rap for the murders.

You're gonna kill him.

Really? You think so?

Yeah, I do.

Funny. He was fine with me...

before Romero, before you.

I got a job for you.

You got anything on Jackson Holt?

There you go.

Sherman fucking Radley?

The file I have on this guy

will shock the fucking world, all right?

You bring it to Holt, that guy will do

whatever the fuck it is you need him to do.

Belikov's out. We're done.

We're done, but you know Russian men.

Just go see him. Apologize for any problems

that you might have caused.

You've been useful for Sonia.

Now be useful to me.

The girl with the string.

We had a party. Party got bad.

She got excited. She break her neck.

Ship her back to my people in Moscow.

They will dispose.

Aah!

Look at me!

All right. Testing, one, two, three.

Testing, one, two, three, motherfucker.

You good to go, Josh? You can hear me okay?

Yeah, Ed. Fine.

All right. Let's do this thing.

You take your kids to Knott's Berry Farm?

Place is packed with germs.

Every time I take my fucking kids there, they get sick.

Hey! What the... Hey!

Get down.

All right.

That was pretty fucking awesome,

if I do say so myself.

I don't think you could do it any better.

All right.

That's the whole EP.

Thinking of calling it Underneath the Covers.

Get it?

'Cause it's all covers.

Yeah. Very good, Josh. Okay.

Um, can I have the hard drive, please?

I want to take it over to my mixer.

Cool. Yeah, she's all yours

once you square away the studio fees.

You owe 12,870 bucks.

Didn't we talk about this already?

Twelve hundred a day for ten days,

250 for snacks,

the Thai food the other night,

and 599 for the hard drive itself.

You're gonna charge me for the Thai food

that you ate most of?

All right. You know what? It's all good.

What does that mean?

It means quod praebet universum, motherfucker.

The universe provides.

Ray Donovan in the house!

One. One, two.

One, two, three.

One, two, three, four.

Come on. Move your feet.

I need a break.

The hell you do, man.

My nigga, I'm trying to tell you

you got to sweat the shit out your system.

What the fuck you thinking getting drunk

the night before a fight?

You can't win with a hangover.

He's right. Come on, get up.

Put your gloves up. Come on.

Hey, Terry, can we get a minute?

In the office?

One more. Under.

What's up, Punch?

Well, I...

I got a proposition for you.

Hector would like to train here.

Yeah, well, we like the vibe.

Hector's comfortable here.

He likes how real it is.

He wants to change things up.

Thinks of you all as family.

Right, Hector?

I do.

Hey, hey. What's good?

Hector wants to train here.

He's got a rematch with Whittaker.

That's what's up.

We're gonna cover all your costs.

Basically, that means we're gonna four-wall the place...

control the club, the hours,

who comes in, who doesn't, et cetera.

That's not a problem.

Yeah, I'd also like to do some interviews,

let the press see the new club.

- Press? - Press is good.

We want to do those this afternoon.

Couple of amateur fights going off in half an hour,

but after that, it's all yours.

Yeah, I mean, guys, everything sounds great.

You know?

Champ, I just want to let you know

that, I'm here for you,

whatever you want.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Yeah, whatever you need, I got you. Done.

Good, good...

'cause my sister just got kicked out of rehab.

I need you to go get her and take her home.

Cool.

Wow, Ray, you're really showing me the money.

You get the rest when you finish the job.

Here, here, listen to this. You'll like this.

New chord I'm working on.

You said you had an idea.

What's the matter? You're not a music lover?

Cut the shit, Cochran.

All right, all right.

Who is it you want to get out of prison?

My father.

Your father?

Same guy you brought Sully 3,000 miles to murder?

Same guy.

All right, great. Um...

What's he in for?

The Minassian shooting.

That shitshow out in Glendale?

You're telling me that geriatric fuck

took out eight armed gangsters by himself?

You gonna help me or not, Cochran?

Okay.

Where do they have him... Men's Central?

Yeah. I want to get him into protective custody.

They got a special wing for gay people.

You want to pass off your dad as a homo?

No, no, that's... I love that plan.

Okay. Um, guy named Burt Mancini runs that joint.

He is a genuine pain in the balls.

You're gonna need some interview questions,

which I think I can get for you, but...

it's gonna cost you an extra hundred thousand dollars.

I just gave you a million dollars.

Yeah, but you just ordered off the menu.

That's... that's extra.

That's not just my policy. That's standard. Ask anybody.

It's all right if you don't have it on you.

I know you're good for it.

Hey, Ray?

You think there's a reason that we're working together?

No.

I do.

I think we're the instruments

for each other's enlightenment, man.

In here.

Fifteen minutes, Donovan.

How you doing?

I'm all right. You?

I'm all right.

That fancy lawyer of yours

is telling me he can get it down to 120 years.

He's really good.

All things considered, I'm hanging in.

I need you to memorize some questions.

You're gonna get interviewed to get moved.

Moved? Why?

Russians aren't gonna protect you anymore.

What happened?

What'd you do, Ray?

We're gonna move you into protective custody,

K6G, the gay wing.

Gay wing?

You're not safe, Mick.

You want to live, you'll memorize these questions,

and you'll tell the guards you're gay.

What?

You're gay.

That's really kind of loving,

you trying to keep me safe.

Jesus Christ.

Just want you to know I see it. That's all.

It's sweet.

Will you look at the fucking questions, Mick?

I don't need a crib sheet.

Just ask me. Ask me a question.