Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

- Where the hell are you? - I'm in Boston.

What about the kids?

They can look after themselves for a couple of days.

Get your ass home, Abby.

You get your ass home, you fucking hypocrite.

So you really gonna kick us out?

That's the rules.

Yeah? You like rules?

Vartan is connected. His sister's the bank.

You be a good boy, hmm?

You understand the terms, right?

Sure, you give me ten grand,

I give you back 15 in a month.

I'm gonna let you in on a vision I have

of a way we can all get rich together.

See this cocaine? This is for you to sell.

We split the profits.

Let us take care of you for one day.

They all had a very good day.

Dope was easy to move.

God damn.

My brother's in prison. He killed another inmate.

Who's a ding, motherfucker?

- They're gonna kill him. - That's terrible.

- Can you help me? - Governor, this is

- my good friend Ray Donovan. - Nice to meet you.

Ray has a brother in County.

We would appreciate it if you would expedite his release.

I'll get it done tonight.

What it cost you to get me out?

I had a contract drawn up to buy you and your services

and your company, lock, stock, and barrel.

Sign there and there.

You'll be expected for work tomorrow morning.

Get in! The water's fine!

Yes!

Whoo!

Pass the ball! Pass the ball!

Great party, Mick.

- This ain't good. - What's your problem?

We're in with the Minassians up to our fucking necks.

I mean, how much did you float this dude's party for?

What? 15K?

You got to spend money to make money.

Yeah, well, Wikipedia said these Armenian's Power is vicious.

Mr. Minassian? He skims credit cards,

sits in a ballroom drinking rosewater.

How vicious can you get?

You PJ?

You're the guy with all the girls on BangBoard?

Yeah, nice to meet in the flesh.

Ha. Wait, wait, wait, wait. That's a great slogan.

Uh, BangBoard... Nice to meet in the flesh.

Whoa, whoa, who you talking to?

KWIP, my app.

You say something witty, it translates it to text,

then blasts it to all your platforms.

Anyway, thanks for meeting me off-site.

My guys don't really go in for this sort of thing.

- So we got to be discreet. - No problem.

Girls, blow, plus the kid and myself that supervise.

All the girls we picked will be there?

Every one. So, 15.

Well, yeah, half now, half when the party's over.

Right.

See? Not to worry.

Jeez.

What are you doing?

Making lunch.

Mom always just gives us money.

Are you only living here until she comes home?

I don't know, Bridg.

You, uh... you want a lunch?

My buddies are going to Amoeba after school

to see Pet Ghost do a signing.

You're still grounded, pal.

Don't you want me to have a life?

No, I want you home after school.

What are you working on?

Uh, tweaking this personal statement.

Mandatory meeting at 1:30 with a college advisor.

College, huh?

- All right. - What?

See you at 1:30.

Yeah?

You're spying on me?

No, just getting organized.

Yeah, right.

Now you got to get organized.

Spy on me from there.

Don't be obvious, idiot.

I'm sorry.

- Oh, God. - Don't talk, dumb-ass.

Now touch yourself.

There you go.

That's good.

- What the fuck's this? - Uh...

fell off the chair, knocked some papers over.

I was telling him how you guys might want to put

a fucking Glade PlugIn out there.

It smells like dog.

What's Lucha "Nache"?

Uh...

It's Noche.

Mexican wrestling, with the masks.

We're doing some shows at the club.

Started planning it while you was away.

- Who's planning it? - Me and their manager.

Want to do a whole series, like, chapters in a book.

- Who's paying for this? - Don't worry about it.

Los Angeles...

someone said it's like a volcano

spewing out wreckage in all directions.

That plant? Mine since '87.

My daughter wants to tear it to the ground,

and build her stadium there,

but she's got a few boxes to tick first,

like bird people fretting about migration patterns,

et cetera, et cetera.

Is that what you need me for?

No, the Governor's taking care of those details.

We need to take care of the Governor.

She's early. Varick.

A former aide possesses an unflattering piece

of information on Verona.

She stole his cell phone, the contents of which

will damage the Governor's bid for reelection.

I visited her last night with an offer, she declined.

So we may need to escalate.

I don't think that's necessary.

I defer to your expertise on how it gets done.

- Hello, dear. - Keep this between us.

Sure.

- Why is he here? - Ray's my guy.

Look, we have competition for San Diego.

We have to act quickly.

The ink's hardly dry on the studio deal.

Forget the movies.

Football is the number-one-watched

television show in America every time it airs.

We need to move the team here, triple your money,

and then you are gonna love the NFL.

And you will, of course,

build the stadium to take in the view, huh?

It's football, Dad. Violence is the view.

Hey, Dad.

You look like your mother.

Yeah, I know.

Hard in the eyes.

What's wrong?

Fucking heart disease.

Fall over a few times, they strap you to the bed,

bill you to death.

I'm sorry.

Dave told me you showed up, no notice.

Yeah.

No kids? No husband?

No.

He kick you out?

I want to buy the bar.

You?

I thought it might make things easier for everybody.

Everybody's fine.

Margaret says it's losing money.

Your sister is the worst bookkeeper in the city.

Dad, I'm just trying to help, you know?

We don't need your husband's money.

Who cares where it came from?

The bar's called Kelly's Place.

You're a fucking Donovan.

There's some macaroni in the fridge.

I went to see Dad.

- Yeah? - You can imagine how that went.

He just says the same shit on repeat.

"If you don't like it in the gutter,

get out of the gutter."

He never said that.

"You got a roof and a bed. Shut the fuck up."

I don't know how you can stand to talk to him.

You just got to let it go.

I asked Dad if I could buy the bar.

With Ray's money?

Whatever hell he gave you, you were asking for it.

What if I bought it in your name?

- What? - Profits are yours and Dave's.

You're fucking serious.

Yeah, I'm fucking serious.

- Hey. - Amazing.

Jesus Christ, Pop.

Pop, it's like a fucking middle-school dance.

We're gonna miss the... the next dates.

Okay.

Let's, uh... let's have a hand for PJ, huh?

What a boss. What a boss. Huh?

He's given us this great party,

and he tells me you're working hard.

I appreciate, being an entrepreneur myself,

but man labors for a purpose, am I right?

And I got to believe that, uh...