Ray Donovan

Ray: What happened? Ezra: I fucking hit someone.

I dragged his body to the car and put him in the trunk.

You took me off a real homicide for a fucking log?

Ray: What the fuck are you doing?

Fuck me, Ray.

Lena: Abby's here. At the office.

Ray: Get over to my apartment right away.

I got a girl handcuffed to my towel rack.

Is there anyone I need to worry about?

Frances: No.

Boy: Mom, come on. Let's go.

Aram: This place is great. A good investment.

- You think? - Sure.

Avi: Mickey's met with him a couple of times.

Ray: Avi, something's up.

What are we gonna do?

Your father's been here.

What did you say to him?

I don't remember.

You don't have a fucking choice. You have to remember.

I can't.

I have a brain tumor.

Who the fuck are you, Ray?

Ray?

- Motherfucker. - Hey! What...

What the fuck, Ray?!

How's the water, Frank?

It's fucking cold!

The fuck am I paying you for?

You open an investigation on me without saying anything?

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Ray.

I told you last time, didn't I?

We haven't had shit on you in years.

Who the fuck is this?

That's Van Miller.

He one of yours?

Yeah, he's one of ours.

Goddamn it, Ray!

Why's he talking to my father?

I thought your father was still in prison.

He got out! You know anything about that?

No.

- Goddamn it, Ray! - No?

Well, you better fucking find out or I'll tell your wife

- about that kid you support in Riverside. - Jesus, Ray,

I'm with the fucking FBI.

Fuck.

Give me your fucking hand.

Give me your fucking hand.

Damn it, Ray.

What do you know about Miller?

He works alone.

He gets shit done.

He's good.

If you think he's after you, he probably is.

Shut it down.

It doesn't work that way.

Ray...

Ray.

- Enough. - I'm almost done.

If that's that boy, Bridg, all I'm gonna say is...

Don't. The look on your face says it all.

Uncle Bunchy's having a party. Can we go?

You're grounded.

Since when does he get his phone if he's grounded?

- Abby: It's for emergencies. - Can I go?

It's a housewarming.

Bunchy bought a house?

For who?

For him and Mick.

He didn't tell me he was buying a house.

What, he didn't ask your permission? Bridget: Can I?

No.

Nobody goes to that house.

And if Mickey calls either of you again, I want to know about it.

Jesus.

All right. Let's go.

Did you put on deodorant?

Where you been?

Nowhere.

Really?

Why are your pants wet?

The marina.

- The marina? - Yeah.

Are you buying a boat?

You mad at me?

I'm not mad at you.

I just don't get you anymore.

The handcuffs. The dead priest.

Is that the guy that abused Bunchy?

Come on, Abs, you know I can't talk about business.

How is that business, Ray?

See, this is what I'm talking about.

This is it, just behind the frontal sinus.

But the incision is going to be right...

there.

Just a little nick in the shape of an eyelash,

just enough for the laser to get in and zap the tumor.

And that's it?

Well, we won't know until we start hitting it with radiation.

What we need to avoid is the optic nerve.

That is a biggie.

All right, so I'll see you in a couple hours.

- What's he gonna do? - It's going to be okay.

He's, uh, going to shrink the tumor.

No! What are they doing?

Are they shaving my head? I pride myself on my hair.

- You know that. - I know that. I know that.

- Just a little bit, sweetheart. - Where's Ray?

- I want to talk to Ray. - Uh... Okay.

Mickey: Shit, don't scrape nothing.

Ah, it's coming together. See?

- Ha. - Yeah.

Your little SNAP group really come through.

Three couches.

Got to give those Snappers credit.

- I don't know. - Hey.

You just bought a house. Where's your...

Where's your gusto? Huh?

And why not get some new furniture?

New furniture. Little accessories.

Ray's gonna be so fucking pissed I bought this place.

I'm not supposed to be spending so much money.

Ah, bullshit.

Maybe you are a bad influence.

Whoa. Wow.

All right, then.

But the decor really could use a woman's touch.

What, hookers?

Knock it off.

Who you calling?

Hello?

Mickey: It's your father-in-law.

Hi, Mick.

Abby, look. I want to respect Ray's boundary issues.

I do.

Uh-huh.

Look, uh...

I got a little bit of a situation right now.

Uh, I'm out of my depth here.

Bunchy is freaking out.

He's very fragile.

What's wrong?

Well, it's the house.

Probably could've done better for the money,

and, uh... all he's got here is a bunch of, frankly,

pretty disgusting furniture.

All right, listen.

Let me see if I can stop by after lunch, okay?

Abby, thank you. From the bottom of my heart.

All right.

Bye.

Voilà.

Is that a new suit?

I just haven't seen you wear it before, is all.

It's nice.

I would like the turkey chili, a bread bowl

and a Polish sausage, sliced lengthwise down the middle.

And you, sir?

May I have a cup of coffee, please?

Uh, could you hand me some napkins, please?

Thank you very much.

Got to be a backdoor man, baby.

At least while we're getting to know each other.

- NBA star's got to be careful, huh? - Yeah.

Yeah.

: Deonte Brown just checked in with a club girl.

Goddamn it.

That's not all.

It's the limo driver.

Every time he pulls up,

some girl hits the NBA lottery nine months later.

Hello?

Deonte, stop.

Stop what?

Stop fucking that girl.

I'm not fucking her, dawg.

No. Deonte?

Oh, shit!

- Deonte: What you doing, girl? - Deonte, I mean it!

Wait. Wait! Hold on. Oh.

No, n-no.

Hey, Deonte!

Oh! Shit! Oh!

Hey! You stupid fuck!

That was the truth.

What's your name again?

Baby, I'm just gonna get this out of here.

It is your will.