Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

- Hey! - Get the fuck over here!

Get off her!

Don't.

Harder.

Harder.

Harder.

You and your Polack cunt

are gonna back out of the mayor's race.

Ah...ah!

You shouldn't have done that.

I could, you know.

Yeah.

Someone broke into my house.

- Are you all right? - No, I'm not all right.

Someone broke into my fucking house.

Aw, what's wrong? Hey, hey, hey.

What's up, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What? Are you hungry, huh?

You want Uncle Terry to get you some breakfast?

- Yeah. - Yeah. Yeah? All right.

All right. Good girl.

All right, let's go.

- No. - All righty.

- No. - You don't want none?

No? All right.

It's good.

What do you think?

I think she's a little old for ya.

I think you're a little fucking old.

If I didn't own the place, I'd sue.

I'll get you a drink.

You know, I've never had a break-in before.

I mean, I have orchestrated lots of break-ins.

but I have never had a break-in.

God, today must be my lucky day.

Maybe you ought to sit down, huh?

I was knocked unconscious one other time

when I was working on a film, um,

Won't You Come Home, Thunder Jones?

You know the film with the disabled kid and the pony?

A key grip hit me in the back of the head with a ladder.

Why don't you sit.

I'm fine.

Here.

He told me to get out of the mayor's race.

He called Anita a Polack cunt,

so clearly he's very bright and cunning.

The guy today, not the guy

that hit me in the head with the ladder.

We should get you to a hospital.

He got to me, Ray.

He needs to know I can get to him.

I'll take care of it.

Thanks.

I'm gonna go see Ron.

You stay with Winslow.

What am I gonna do with you?

Huh?

What am I gonna do with you?

Yo. Big Easy. You wanna get some action?

Yeah. When?

Right now if you can. But we gotta get you warm.

Yeah, I ain't doing nothing. I'll be right over.

Oh, no, no, don't you worry, baby girl.

'Cause Uncle Terry's gonna fix it.

That's what I'm gonna do.

All right?

Hey, how you doing?

Hey. Hey, uh, could you do me a favor?

Could you come over to the gym?

- What's going on? - Well, I wouldn't ask,

but I need a favor, and I need you to come down.

What's that noise?

Oh, um...

They're just, uh, waxing the walls, yeah.

- What? - No, they're just--

They're just--they're waxing-- Look, you gonna come or not?

I have a paper due Friday. I'm pretty slammed--

Bridget, please. Please, come on.

Jesus, okay.

I'll be there in an hour.

Thank you.

Hey, Maria. Bridget's coming.

Oh. Hello.

He left you to babysit.

- Sorry. - Well, come for the views.

Stay for the beatings.

I know people can't see in, but it feels like they can.

Especially at night.

When I was in my 20s, I had a boyfriend

and we lived in the East Village and he insisted

upon keeping the windows bare.

And that was in a ground floor apartment,

so you know everybody could see everything then.

I'm, uh, I'm sorry about what happened to you.

Ah, well, I play mean with mean people.

I'm just surprised that I haven't been

pistol-whipped before this.

So are you allowed to sit down?

Could you join me?

Where are you from?

- Philly. - Philadelphia?

And you're from money, aren't you?

Grandpa had money.

Vague.

Well, I never took any of his money.

Well, I would say good for you except that I think

that's really stupid, so I won't say anything.

How do you feel?

Mm.

How does it look?

It looks better.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I bit him.

- You did? - Right...

here.

Good for you.

You ever bite anyone?

I did in jail.

Oh. Why were you in jail?

Uh, 18 months on aggravated assault.

Okay! I like that in my bodyguard.

Go on.

Well, there was a woman who was picking on

a smaller, weaker woman.

Got in a fight with her,

and I bit her.

Right...

Then you know.

The taste. It lingers.

Sounds like a living hell.

Oh, no, no. We stay on the outskirts of all that.

Hidden Luxury Camps.