Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Inside the casino,

there's a gorgeous green horseshoe

filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Your bus is leaving.

Jesus, Teresa, come... I got to open up the club.

You got to get over your shit and make love to me, Brendan.

I want you to come home now.

Your mother misses you, Bridge.

I miss you.

I have breast cancer.

They want to cut my tits off.

Stage zero... I mean, isn't that everybody?

Isn't everybody fucking stage zero?

- What's up? - Huh?

- You called me. - Oh, yeah, I forgot.

I... it doesn't matter.

The black cop, Muncie...

they're going to charge him with the Minassian thing.

You know he's gonna turn on you the moment

I offer him a deal.

That's why you're here.

You want Belikov. Give me one day.

I need the guns we used at the Minassians' place.

You want to give the murder weapons to the cops?

Put the Minassians on Belikov, Mickey walks.

45's got his fingerprints on it.

There's a duffel of guns in the ceiling.

Ballistics will match it to the Minassians.

Eight counts of homicide's gonna stick a lot better

than a trafficking charge.

Tell me it'll all be better now.

Come on. Get up.

This way.

Poor babies.

- Still not home? - No.

Do you remember that song you played

on the way to the hospital?

No.

When Bridget was born,

the CD you put in in the car.

I don't remember.

Oh, God, that's awful.

Do you remember that little Korean doctor?

Yeah. What was his name?

I don't know.

You were squeezing my hand so hard.

I thought you were gonna break my knuckles.

I can't believe she's 18.

- Yeah. - Our baby.

Did we do our best?

You did.

You're a great mom.

It's the only job I ever had,

and now it's almost over.

No, it's not.

When I was 18, I was up and out of the house.

So were you.

It's over.

It's not over.

Go to sleep, Abs.

She's here.

Is Ed in the trailer?

The hunter,

tangled in the root of Great Tree,

became enraged.

The hunter punched Great Tree

with one mighty blow.

Great Tree became Crooked Tree.

Would you please stop with that Crooked Tree shit, Jerry?

My name is Wovoka.

Wovoka?

Everybody calls you Jerry.

Wovoka.

Is Ed in the trailer or not?

If anything, I'm the hunter in the story.

The hunter broke his fist.

Could never jerk his dick off right again.

Ed?

I know you Indians are supposed to have

supersonic vision and all that shit.

Here.

With technology being as it is...

What the fuck is this?

The key.

The key to being four million dollars richer.

I can't believe you're still seeing him.

Were you spying on me?

You were screwing him in front of the fucking house.

We were not screwing.

Bullshit.

Tonight was the first time.

Oh, since you're 18,

now it's fine to let a pedophile fuck you

in the front seat of his car?

God, the things you say, Mom.

In the street in his 2002 fucking Honda...

really romantic.

It was not a Honda, Mom.

It was a fucking Prius.

Real comfy one too.

Seats go back nice and far.

Don't you fucking mock me.

It was romantic, Ma.

Fucking all night long...

and he's got a wicked pisser horse cock.

I'll slap your fucking mouth.

I did not come back home

for this bullshit.

Bridget, don't you walk away from me!

Bridget, come back here!

Greg, come get me.

I'm so fucking done here.

What was that all about?

Bridget was outside fucking in a Honda.

What?

It was Donellen.

You gonna go down there?

What the fuck? Are you counting to ten?

- She's 18 now. - What?

If we fight her, it'll only make it worse.

Thank God. She's home.

Will you please go down and talk to her?

Bridge?

Fuck me.

Fuck!

Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

Okay.

Is he dead?

Oh, my God.

Give me the gun, sweetheart.

It's all right. It's okay.

- Fuck. - You're all right.

You're all right.

It's okay.

Go back upstairs, baby.

Go... Abby.

The Armenians?

Go see if there's a car out there.

Yo, who's watching TV? I'm trying to sleep up here.

Go back to bed, bud.

I'll keep it down. I'm sorry.

I'll turn it down.

Avi, I need you to come to my house.

Now.

So what do these do?

Oh, no, d-don't turn it on.

The light'll blind you. Here.

Now turn it on.

Whoa.

See? Genius.

I don't get it.

Tomorrow night,

in the middle of the party, we cut the power.

Then, during the pandemonium, we go in with these, see?

We grab the horseshoe,

and we're out before anyone is the wiser.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

So how do we know when to cut the power?

Oh, I got someone inside who's gonna give us a signal.

Who, Sylvie?

Don't worry about that.

What we got to worry about is how we kill the lights.

I got a buddy did the electrical

over at the remodel at Buffalo Bill's.

Perfect.

Tell him we'll give him 25 grand

for an hour of his time.

Okay, so we cut the power, we go in, then...

Won't even need to shoot a bullet.

Then what?

I got us rooms

over in Jean at the Gold Strike.

We take the horseshoe.

We hide out there, split the money,

go our separate ways.

Dark as shit in here, man.

Ow! Jesus!

Jerry, shit!

Wovoka.

God, you dopey fucking Indian.

Can't we just call the police?

Ray, look...

the Vory tattoo on his neck.

Where's his car?

It's up the street. It's a food truck.

Drive it into the city. Leave it running.

Get rid of Abby's gun.

Make sure it never turns up, Avi.

Okay.

He broke into our house, Ray.

We had every right.

Hey, kiddo.

You're not going to school today.

Why?

It's your sister's birthday.

We're having a little, uh, party.