Ray Donovan

Previously on, "Ray Donovan"...

Wanna talk about your father?

Hi!

I'm sorry about Mickey.

‐ Hey! ‐ What the fuck?

Fuck this, man...

I shot a fuckin' kid in the back.

‐ Jasmine. ‐ Nice to meet you.

‐ The fuck... ‐

What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?

You need to honor the deal.

I got the D. A. ready to draw up an indictment.

*RAY DONOVAN* Season 07 Episode 04

*RAY DONOVAN* Episode Title : "Hispes"

Had one‐a these at work.

There ya go.

Thank you.

It's you?

Fucking come here?

‐ You fucking come here? ‐ I'm sorry.

Fuck your sorry!

He can't walk!

My son won't ever fucking walk again!

And you're fucking sorry.

You are fucking sor...

You are fucking sorry!

‐ Get the fuck out! ‐ Ma'am, ma'am!

‐ Don't fucking touch me! ‐ Ma'am, I need you

to calm down.

‐ I swear to fucking... ‐ Hey, hey, hey, hey...

Get the fucking...

Get the hell... Get the fuck out!

Get the fuck out! I don't want you here!

Get the fuck out...

I'm sorry.

‐ Get out! ‐ I'm sorry.

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Fuck that lady.

I mean, where was she

when her kid left the house with the gun?

When her little "miho" was rippin' that store off?

Shane.

Brendan.

We meet twice a week.

Talk about what's important.

Check it out.

Let's see your

‐ fuckin' hands! - Both‐a your fuckin'

hands... hands!

Got a warrant!

Here for the photo, Ray.

It's not here.

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Oh, I'm, uh...

I'm s‐I'm sorry.

What for?

Well, I‐I was just going...

Come in.

Join me.

Uh, do I... do I have to take off my clothes?

Only if you'd like to.

Would you like to?

S‐sure.

Uh...

oh, it'll be worth the wait, I promise.

J‐just gimme a...

Hey.

‐ Hey. ‐ Mm.

You missed a good episode of Shark Tank.

Oh, yeah?

Mmm!

Hey, not right now.

I just have been on my feet all day.

I smell gross.

I'm sorry.

It happens.

Well, that never happened before.

It's okay.

Jesus.

We can just meditate together.

No, thank you.

Hey, Ray.

Huh?

What the fuck happened?

Mm.

Cops.

I thought that was over.

It's not that.

Hey.

Hey, can I ask you somethin'?

What?

You know, when you first got married,

h‐how long did, like, the happy part last?

What?

Ah, how long did everything feel good all the time?

‐ How long? ‐ Y‐You know what I mean.

‐ I mean... ‐ Ya all right?

Bridget just doesn't seem... interested.

"Interested."

Interested in havin' sex with me.

Oh, Jesus.

Ya wanna help me with this?

I mean, is‐I‐is that normal?

Did that ever happen with you and your wife?

‐ What? ‐ The sex thing.

Yeah.

The police came to my place.

They went through everything.

They broke things, they went through

‐ my clothes. ‐ You all right?

‐ I'm fine. ‐ They get the memory card?

No, I gave it to Kevin.

What should we do?

I'll take care of it.

Mr. Donovan!

He's expecting me.

It's celebrating homosexuality.

No, I don't hate the gays. I love the gays.

But they don't seem...

You wanna say somethin' to me, say it to my fuckin' face.

What are you talkin' about?

Tossin' my office.

Towin' my fuckin' car.

I have no idea what you mean by that... at all.

In fact, I don't think I even know you.

What's the number?

‐ The number... ‐

What... number

could you possibly mean?

I'll talk to him.

Beautiful day, huh?

So Palm Springs...

‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ How many black people

are even in Palm Springs?

Four.

And that's includin' me and my mom.

‐ Mm, lord! ‐ Mm‐hmm, mm‐hmm.

And how many curious white girls

just threw themselves at you?

‐ Not many. ‐ Mm‐hmm.

Meanin' every girl in Palm Springs?

‐ Nah! ‐ Yah‐huh.

‐ Nuh‐uh. ‐ Don't lie to me.

Oh, Jasmine, I wouldn't lie to you.

Tch.

That's a lie.

Can I see you tonight?

Maybe.

Maybe?!

‐ Girl, what you mean, "maybe"? ‐ Maybe.

Come on, I'd... like to buy you a coffee.

‐ Ohh... ‐ Yeah. Then another coffee.

And then I'd like to

buy you a drink,

and then I wanna buy you dinner.

And that is no lie.

O... kay!

Don't you knock?

I can come back.

No, I'm just leaving.

I'm Jasmine, by the way.

I'm his mother.

Nice to meet you.

Daryll, I bought you a ticket home.

Your father's gonna give you a call.

‐ Mickey? ‐ Allan, Daryll.

Allan.

Ma, Allan is not my father!

I just need you to listen to what he has to say.

Just listen.

James, you know, I'm just thinkin', maybe...

maybe you should put a little flower in the chardonnay.

Oh, hey, hey, Mickey!

Whoo!

Jeff, come on!

- Yeah. - Kid's got herpes.

What?

Jonathan Walker Hanson? He's got herpes.

‐ So? ‐ "So"?

I think he gave it to a lotta women.

Take him to a doctor.

There's these fucking guys outside

trying to serve him a subpoena.

‐ What for? ‐ What the fu‐fuck do I know?

They sent like process servers.

The kid's locked himself in the green room.

‐ What do you want me to do? ‐ Come here.

Get those guys to leave.

‐ I can't, not right now. ‐ What about Lena?