Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

You never told me

how Bridget died.

She was high on drugs.

She jumped off a roof.

So I had a contract drawn up

to buy you and your company lock, stock, and barrel.

I'm not for sale.

So we're still negotiating.

Special Agent Barnes.

Who killed Sully Sullivan?

Mickey Donovan.

Any pimp messes with you on the street,

- I'm there in a shot. - Who's working on the street?

These girls don't walk the streets.

This isn't 1979.

You put skin shots on the Internet,

and that's how the johns find you.

Mm-hmm.

We supply the girls cocaine

and the ability to front cash.

They sell the johns coke, and when Johnny wants to do 'em

a second time, can't pay for it, we loan 'em the money.

We split the proceeds with the girls,

get them upselling these fuckers, expand.

Got a thing

for the muscle girl, Bunch?

Those Mexicans won't pay their dues.

So you really gonna kick us out?

That's the rules.

You like rules?

I want you to come for dinner tonight.

It's important to me.

What's going on?

She wants you home.

Troy's most recent distraction is the wife of a Navy SEAL.

I need you to handle this quickly.

I'm authorizing you to go up to $500,000.

I'm not taking the money.

You're the third guy they sent.

You ready, ding?

I'm here, ain't I?

Who's the ding, motherfucker?

Who's the ding, motherfucker?

Sorry, sweetheart. I'm not gonna make it.

Take the money.

[Sufjan Stevens' "Seven Swans" playing]

Daddy?

Oh, my God. What happened?

I'm sorry I didn't make it home for dinner.

Oh.

Mom gave your food to the dog.

Yeah?

She thinks you're still punishing her over that cop.

I'm not.

Why didn't you come?

Daddy?

Go back to sleep, sweetheart.

Yeah. Sure. Yeah, if I ever need more wrestling lessons,

I'll be glad to go out.

Yeah. Okay, bye.

Ugh, don't you just hate it when men try to manhandle you?

I don't remember.

Oh, you fixed it! What was wrong?

It was a short.

You know, you people are so careless.

You should never bend an electrical cord.

- Otherwise... -

[women shriek, audience laughs]

- What happened? - Mr. Roper.

Stanley was showing us

how not to get a shock.

Will you put some clothes on?

My wife's here.

Mind your own business, Stanley.

What if the towel slips?

Mind your own business, Stanley.

Jack, you have some shaving cream on your face.

Oh, thank you.

No, Jack!

Mind your own business, Chrissy.

Bob?

Here they come.

Let's put a few shots over their heads.

That should scatter them.

What the fuck happened to you?

Lost a fight.

Finney offered us a job?

Why didn't you take it?

I spent 25 years being told what to do.

I'm done.

Spare key is in the third drawer of my desk.

And your coffeemaker's busted,

so I got you a new one.

What is this shit?

Doughnuts and coke. Breakfast of champions.

I got some new thoughts about how we might work together

to improve your business.

- No. - Not happening.

- No. - No.

Wait. Give Mick a chance.

- We did yesterday. - Why?

I get why you ladies might be hesitant.

My ideas yesterday must have struck you

as a little bit old-school.

- You think? - Uh, a little bit.

If you don't want to listen, hey, you're free to go.

But if you stay,

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

of a way we can all get rich together.

Look, this cocaine? See this cocaine?

This is for you to sell.

Each one of you can take as much as you think you can move.

We split the profits.

This is my son. You know Daryll.

He has a livery license and is a professional boxer.

He'll be your personal driver and bodyguard.

As for me, I'll take care of your advertising

and your time management.

I'll place your ads,

handle your incoming phone calls,

keep track of your whereabouts from here.

Let us take care of you for one day.

One day.

End of the day,

you'd rather be independent operators,

no harm, no foul.

Mm.

One day.

Dishonesty,

fraud,

corruption.

Governor Tom Verona is in bed with big business.

He purports to be for the little man,

but who does he really serve?

On November 3rd, vote against our tax money

making the rich richer.

A vote no on Verona...

Hey. You got a minute?

- Hey, Bunch. - This ad is paid for...

I need $20,000 from my settlement fund.

What's going on?

I'm investing in a business.

Mexican wrestling?

Luchadores.

They're training at the gym.

Thought we could put on a few shows.

Seriously?

Yeah.

Terry got in a fight with an Aryan.

- Is he all right? - He's fine.

The fucking Aryan is dead.

Where is he?

Isolation, for now.

Warden's talking about moving him.

- Keep him there. - I don't know how long I can.

I'm coming out.

I'm serious, Ray.

We can make a lot of money for the Fite Club.

It's a front, Bunch.

It's not supposed to make money.

So Mr. Finney is concerned about the story

the remaining kidnapper may tell the police.

Not my problem.

I understand, but he'd still like

both sides of the story insured.

I already signed his nondisclosure.

Mr. Finney would prefer if you reconsider his offer.

Having you in his employ would make him sleep easier.

Who the fuck are you?

Mr. Goldberg's our family attorney.

Mr. Donovan, you'll find it better to keep

Mr. Finney as a friend.

Is that a threat?

Just telling you which way the wind blows.

I already told him. I'm not for sale.

No one's banned so far. Things are looking up.

Oh, shit.

Looking up, Pop?

I mean, we spent all that money that you got

from the Armenians on that coke

just so six hookers can get high all day.

They understand the value of a solid business plan.