Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

I know what I'm asking you to do is dangerous,

but I'm out of options.

I got nowhere else to turn but family.

I don't expect your help.

God knows I don't deserve it.

If any of you want to walk out of this room right now,

I wouldn't blame you.

Fuck you, Frank.

You want Sokolov, we do it my way.

Wear the fucking shirt, Ray, or you're done.

Arrest me.

- You want to win this fight? - Yeah.

Win it.

Time!

Our business is over, Mr. Donovan.

You are a very foolish man.

Hello, friend. Get in.

speaking Russian

Here you go, buddy.

Good, now walk away. You don't want to see this.

What the fuck is this?

Cocaine, heroin, fentanyl.

The art came in, they loaded it up,

the art went back out.

You'll find Sokolov's body in Anaheim.

Nice work, Frank.

Looks like you brought down another crime boss.

It's fucking great to be a Donovan.

Yesterday I thought everything was over.

I thought that we'd never be able to come home again.

Now, look.

We got a fresh start, Ray.

I told you everything would work out,

didn't I?

Yeah, you did.

Don't you ever fucking doubt me again, Ray Donovan.

No one can touch us.

All right.

All right.

Morning, Mickey.

I called in an order for ten boutonnieres.

Great, I'll get those for you.

Is someone getting married?

Yeah, one of my sons tomorrow afternoon.

That's wonderful.

Yeah, it's a happy occasion.

Happy occasion.

Stay here.

Don't chew nothing.

Raymond Donovan?

So...

you want to tell me what happened?

It's in the file, right?

In your words.

I got in a fight.

I see that.

Why did you get in a fight?

Ah, some stupid stuff, you know?

My family.

- Stupid stuff? - Mm-hmm.

Like what?

Oh, family thing. Brothers.

A family thing

that led to you getting arrested.

Yeah, well, the cops should've never been there.

But they were.

And you're here, so...

In your words.

Dad, stop!

Stop!

Are you gonna answer my question?

I told you.

It was a family thing.

Your 19-year-old daughter called the police.

Your brother and your father were hospitalized.

And what kind of family thing is that?

It says you were intoxicated during this family thing.

We all were.

- It was in a bar, so... - Mm-hmm.

You think you have a drinking problem?

No.

Have you ever been through any kind of therapy before?

Yeah. My wife.

How long were you in couples therapy?

About 10 to 15 minutes.

Why were you in couples therapy for only 15 minutes?

My wife said what she wanted to say, and...

we worked it out, so...

I left.

Yeah.

Fill this out for me.

Bring it back before the end of business today.

Look, I get it. I, uh-

I-I-I know why I'm here.

I'm a grown man. I shouldn't-

I shouldn't be fighting in bars.

I-You know, it- it's not the kind of thing

that's gonna happen again.

Is there some other way we can work this out?

Twelve sessions...

completed in 90 days.

Do that,

follow the rules of your probation,

and you will have fulfilled your obligations to the court.

Come back in two days... same time.

We'll pick up where we left off.

Yo, Terry, you okay in there?

Just tying a tie.

Need any help with that?

Fuck off. I'm fine.

What do you think?

Mm, man, you look fresh.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Does it fit good?

How about we lose the hat this time?

Yo, take off the hat, Ter.

Oh. Wow.

- - What happened?

I had surgery for my Parkinson's.

They put a pacemaker in his brain

and drilled holes into his head.

You want to see something cool?

What?

Show her, Ter.

My God.

You-you okay?

Yeah.

I got to go.

So can you get this ready by tomorrow?

Yes, Mr. Donovan.

Damon, you got to get yourself fitted up.

Make sure you look good for Maureen.

All right.

Aquí.

Ah!

Come on, let's see what you got.

God damn it, Brenda!

It's Brendan.

You got to take two steps forward.

I know. I fucking know.

- shouting in Spanish -

By the time they hit her the fourth time,

I need you back in the ring with the clothesline.

I got it.

Look, I-I got to get to work.

The audition's at eight.

Let's try not to fuck this up.

Ayúdame.

speaking Spanish

Come on, let's get back to work.

[siren wailing, car horn honks in the distance]

I got the boutonnieres.

I told you not to bring the fucking dog

in here anymore, Mick.

It gets lonely, too.

Beckett.

Maureen's aunt is a 12-stepper,

so Terry told me to order more nonalcoholic beer,

which I did.