Ray Donovan

Previously On Ray Donovan

The old man made parole. He wasn't supposed to be out

for five more years. He's out, Ray.

You let him near this family, everything we worked for, it'll be over.

- She's dead. - You think you're the first person

I've dealt with, woke up in bed with a dead body?

Guy has a $200 million heterosexual movie

coming out and picks up a tranny on Sunset Boulevard?

- I have a way to get you out of this. - Did I kill her?

What's going on, Bunchy? He's been putting shit in your head.

I'm a sexual anorexic. You're kidding me.

Great guns you got there.

You're cheating on him. You can't go from his bed into mine.

I'm in love with you. It's over between us.

Remember Dad's girlfriend, Claudette?

They had a kid. His name's Daryll.

Do me proud.

- You a Donovan or not? - Hell, yeah, I'm a Donovan.

- Get used to that prick letting you down. - I stole half a million for you.

Ray said you'd stolen a lot of money from Sully.

You'd be dead if it weren't for us.

What did you say? I don't remember.

You have to remember. I can't.

I have a brain tumour.

I got you out of prison.

What do you want from me'?

I want them all, and your boy, Ray.

He fucking murdered an FBI agent.

We're gonna have to kill him. Who hates him more than we do?

Raymond. Sully.

I want you to kill my father. Heh, heh.

I'm not leaving here until you fuck me.

Get over to my apartment. I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.

Your son's getting in fights. What's your name?

- Marvin Gaye Washington. - I wanna have sex.

I'm surprised I could fuck you. You're really not my type.

Kneel down, honey. This is gonna be over fast.

I'll buy you anything. What I want, you can't give me.

Try me. Emotional honesty.

Ah, jeez.

Get the fuck off the boat. I'm fucking FBI.

And I'm FBI’s Most Wanted. So go fuck yourself.

Father Danny. He's here in L.A. I seen him.

- That the one that abused Bunchy? - Wasn't only Bunch.

I told you what happened. You called me a liar and you beat me.

You've been dead to me since I was 10 years old.

It was an accident. I need help.

Bunchy shot him. They don't know?

- I told you to shut up. - I loved you.

I'm going for a swim.

Mickey, come back to bed.

We drank too much.

Don't worry about it.

Hola, Mickey.

Welcome to México. Heh.

Beautiful water, beautiful sun,

beautiful women.

Come, Mickey. Swim with me.

I'm getting tired.

Oh, no, Mickey. You're not a sailor.

You're a captain.

I'm a captain?

Come. Deeper.

Deeper, Mickey.

Mickey.

Mickey.

I'm in a very dark place, Mickey.

And you put me here.

It wasn't me. It was Sully.

I'm so lonely.

Hey, check it out. He just got 8 million hits.

He didn't just get them- That's the total.

Why are you being such an asshole?

Who cares when he got them? He's famous, and he was your boyfriend.

He wasn't my boyfriend.

Then what was he? You were making out with him all the time.

I was not. Look, just turn it off. I don't wanna hear it, okay?

What are you doing?

Hey, Marvin, it's C-Money. Give me my phone.

is about to begin

to discuss the details...

- What are you fighting about? - Bridget's a douche bag.

- Hey. - Cut it out.

I'm outside the Federal Building,

where later today a press conference will be held

to reveal details - Your dad and I have something to do.

Of the shooting of America's Most Wanted.

Patrick "Sully" Sullivan was shockingly found

right here in Los Angeles just two weeks ago.

- Sullivan was allegedly-- - Don't miss the bus.

I'm gonna drive the kids to school. I'll meet you there.

Are you gonna have time?

I'll be there. I promise.

Come on, let's go.

Really? Shh.

You're doing great.

Stop riding the brake.

Where are you and Mom going that's so secret?

Therapy-

- Eyes on the road, please. - Sorry.

- Why? - They're having problems.

- We were staying in a hotel, remember? - We're doing fine.

Just drive the car right now, okay? Let's not talk about me and Mom.

- Conor? - What?

Shut up.

It was a very bad year.

His father came out of prison and made Ray crazy.

And they fought all year.

But he's gone now, right, Ray?

He's gone.

If we're going to make any progress here,

I think it's important for both of you to own your own side of the street.

Okay?

Who wants to go first?

Well, Mickey was here because I brought him here.

I let him in.

I wrote to him in prison without Ray knowing about it.

That was a terrible thing to do.

And then I let him see the kids.

Thank you for your honesty, Abby.

- Ray? - Yeah?

I think we need to talk about your violence, Ray.

Your children saw you hit Grandpa with a gun.

He's "Grandpa" now?

Sorry they saw that.

They saw you manhandle Bridget's young friend,

they saw you passed out on a beach, covered in blood.

They didn't know what happened to you. They thought Daddy was dead.

Can you imagine how that felt?

Yes. Yes. I can.

Can we make a contract here, Ray?

How about no more violence in front of the kids?

No more blood?

Can we agree to that?

Sure. Sounds reasonable.

I love my family, you know, so... Heh.

I'm sorry, I--

I gotta go. Yeah.

Thanks. Ahem. Yeah.

All right. That--

That went fairly well.

It did.

And how are things with you?

Good. Really good.

It's not all bad.

So you're still having sex two times a day?

Why are you so obsessed with that? I know women who would love

to be fucked by their husbands two times a day.

Abby,

is it possible his hypersexual behaviour

is a symptom of his abuse?

Is it possible he just likes to fuck?

Until he can face his molestation,

I'm afraid your marriage is going to be in trouble.

I should never have told you about that.

- Yeah. - Ray.

We're fucked. The director's back.

He's not buying the story.

What'd you do, Frank?

Ray, calm down.

What'd you fucking do?

I'm coming there.

Ray--?

What? Ballistics came back

Fucking ballistics, Ray- How'd you fuck it up, Frank'?

They pulled the bullet from Avi's chest, and it matched Sully's gun.

They know he was there. They know he works for you.

What was I to do, Ray? He knew I was fucking lying.

Piece of shit.

Ray, give me a fucking minute, will you? Ray. Ray.

This isn't Volcheck we're dealing with.

Cochran's the next in line to take over the bureau.

Fuck, Ray, don't do this.

How are we to keep our stories straight?

- We're not. - Excuse me. Can I help you?

I'm Ray Donovan.

Yeah. Oh, I know who you are.

You're a bag man for movie stars.

You're also an extortionist and a wiretapper.

Well, you're an all-around piece of shit.

So why am I standing here?

Because you were on that dock that night. I would really like to know why.

Ahem. Okay, look, uh, I have a press conference today.

I was all set to give the Medal of Valor to Agent Volcheck

and this fucking idiot when I got this ballistics report back.

Now, would you like to tell me what really happened?

You don't wanna know what really happened.

Your father is Mickey Donovan, right?

So what? Why was he there that night?

- You don't wanna know. - Oh, I've had enough of this shit.

- I'm putting you away, pal. - I brought Sully here to kill my father.

Paid him $2 million to do it.

Jesus fucking Christ, Ray.

Will you shut the fuck up?

Wow. Huh.

That didn't work out so well, did it?

No.

Either of you two guys wanna tell me who the fuck shot Sully?

My father.

Okay, so actually--