Ray Donovan

Previously, on "Ray Donovan"...

I've got you. You okay?

Two...

Three!

You brought him there yourself,

but in the end, you said he walked in on his own, right?

Yeah.

You okay?

I don't think I wanna be married.

Did you get anywhere with Kevin Sullivan?

The fuck...

You need to honor the deal.

A Taurus .9 millimeter.

Yep.

We've worked with quite a few people with your condition.

They come to us when the western meds

aren't doing it for them anymore.

Here to see Michael Donovan

Bus hasn't gotten here yet.

Oh, God!

*RAY DONOVAN* Season 07 Episode 02

*RAY DONOVAN* Episode Title : "A Good Man is Hard to Fin"

When I was around ten years old my, uh,

mother was diagnosed with ovarian cancer.

Uh‐huh.

Terry and I went out lookin' for Mick,

you know, tell him what the doctor said.

You went looking for him?

He wasn't there with you?

Yeah, that point he was

already shackin' up with Claudette on East Eighth,

hustlin' cocaine.

Who was looking after your mother?

Me.

My sister, Bridge.

Mostly me.

You were ten.

What was that like for you?

I remember wakin' up one night, hearin' her...

screamin' my name.

I go down to her room.

At this point, the pain is tearin' her apart.

She takes my hand, tells me to get in bed with her.

So I do.

I wrap my arms around her.

I remember feeling her leg against my leg.

All of a sudden I...

I felt something warm and... wet.

She pissed the bed.

So I went down to the kitchen to get a towel,

you know, something to clean her up with...

And there he is.

I ain't seen him in over a month and...

he's standin' on a chair

with his hand in Mom's coffee can.

Probably about, I don't know, $500 in there.

Puts the money in his pocket,

pats me on the head and walks out the door.

‐ Michael Donovan? ‐ Yeah.

Sign at the bottom.

Have a good one.

Hey, Kevin Sullivan needs more time.

You okay?

How much cash can you pull together?

How soon?

Today.

Hundred grand.

Who's it for?

Mac's widow.

Ah, let me have a look.

What are you doin' here?

Can I come in?

The police been by here?

Couple of hours ago.

What'd ya tell 'em?

That Mac had nothin' to do with it.

‐ He didn't kill anybody, Ray. ‐ I didn't say that.

Then what the fuck are you doin' here?

You lost Mac's pension, right?

I can help with that.

Mac wanted to make sure you and Jimmy were provided for,

got a fresh start.

You offering me money, Ray?

Someone's gotta take the rap.

How much we talkin'?

Whatever his pension woulda been.

I'm gonna need Mac's gun, his clothes, and...

whatever else they gave you from the morgue that night.

His stuff's upstairs.

‐ Ray! ‐ Hey, kid.

‐ How's school? ‐ It sucks.

Yeah? Sorry about that.

I asked my mom if I can go back

and take some more boxing lessons, but she said no.

Jimmy, go upstairs and do your homework.

Bye, Ray.

See ya.

I'll get ya the money later today.

Aiding and abetting escape from lawful custody.

Second degree murder.

Twenty years, Walpole.

Armed robbery. A pot store.

Michael Donovan wins again, baby.

Where we at?

Still looking at Ray Donovan.

‐ Any movement? ‐ Talked to McGrath's wife.

She seems nervous.

Talked to Clancy's family, Radulovic's family.

Bianchi's girlfriend.

They're playing it close to the vest.

Following up on Donovan's whereabouts,

seeing what kinda alibi he's got.

‐ You wanna bring him in? ‐ Soon.

Need a couple of pieces

or another head to come up.

Little less eating, more detecting, gentlemen.

So...

no casket?

We got nothin' to bury.

Yeah, he, uh, got burnt up in the fire.

An urn?

We got nothin' to put in an urn.

A memorial.

‐ A what? ‐ A memorial.

What's a memorial?

Let me show you.

Our Eternal Flames are popular.

They come in four styles...

Infinity, New Dawn,

Dimensions, and Earth & Sky.

I‐I don't fuckin' know.

Bunch, what do you think?

I dunno.

It's fuckin' ridiculous. We got nothin' to bury.

I like this Eternal Flame.

But I also like... the urn.

We should get both.

Yeah.

Oh, you do good work. That looks nice.

You got a photo for it?

A‐A photo?

Of the deceased. To put on the urn.

Uh, y... uh, yeah.

‐ Hey, Mom. ‐ Hey, Daryll.

How you doing?

Uh, you know, uh... hey, listen, Ma.

Do you, um, have a picture of Dad?

I'm hoping, like, you have like something

when he was, like, young.

‐ Like on the paper. ‐ Honey, I threw

all that shit out when Alan and I moved on

to Southridge Drive.

Why do you want that?

I need a picture for his urn.

Mickey died, Ma.

Will you, um, come out, Ma?

Will you do it for me?

I'm askin' for me, Ma.

I was supposed to go see him

the day he got transferred.

I got the second shift.

My dad died of a heart attack two years ago.

Knocked me on my ass.

Just... weird,

you know?

I mean, ever since I was a kid,

he was there.

Even when he wasn't.

I'm sorry.

Open the goddamn safe!

I‐I don't got the combination.

- The fuck you don't! - I don't!

‐ I don't... no combination! ‐ Look, I don't have time.

‐ Give it to me! ‐ It's on a timer!

I don't got the combination!

Open the cash drawer, then... do what I tell you.

- Put everything in a bag. - Come on, get moving.

Everyone's wallets and cell phones... now!

Do what he says! You...

Open the other register.

Come on, bitch, I don't got all day!

‐ Hey! ‐ What the fuck?

Get down.

No.

Get on the floor,

or I'll put a bullet in your fucking head!

Yeah? Go ahead.