Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

Oh, so the sky just opened up and decided to rain rock?

Hey, hand of God, I don't smoke rocks!

Shouldn't be out here, man.

Fuck we doing out here in Staten Island?

I'm setting your bail at $50,000.

Feratti wants to see you.

Your sexual orientation

or your country of origin.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Teresa, no. Come on. Don't you fucking do this!

Now where's my fucking money, Sandy?

Brendan's got it.

It's for my family!

He's just a fucking weight lifter.

- -

Yeah!

Dude! Stop!

He's a cop. He can help.

He shut down the prison scam.

They're all pissed.

I gotta give him names.

Judge Scholl.

You got an IA problem.

- You got the name? - Scholl.

Said he was a judge.

Thanks, Ron.

I fucking trusted you.

You rat bas...

He jumped!

So go get him!

There he goes. Stop him.

Get after him!

Don't let him get away!

Fuck!

Hey, it's taking longer than I'd like,

but we are getting the land,

and once we do, I get it to my board,

and they approve it.

We've heard that before.

By the end of the week,

I will sign the deed for the Arthur Kill Prison.

By Monday, I can take it to the board.

It is happening.

Hmm. You've been singing that song

for quite a while now.

Ted, Ted, Ted, look at me.

This is me giving you my word.

You okay?

You need help?

Can I use your restroom?

Yeah.

Thanks.

What?

Meet me at the Cheyenne Diner.

Why?

I have something you want.

- -

Hey!

- Hey. - Guess what.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What took you so long?

We got a car!

Wait...

Yeah!

What?

It's a convertible.

Did you steal it?

No.

Who'd you get it from?

From a guy.

Who?

- Bobby. - Oh, my God.

How did you pay for it?

Does that matter?

Mm-hmm.

Well,

I gave him a bunch of coke.

Are you kidding me?

But that's it. It's all gone.

I-I swear to God, it's all gone.

Come on.

Can you be excited?

Please?

Do you really not have any more?

No.

- What? - Well, I mean,

I have a little bit more.

Oh, damn it, dude.

But we also have

a 1988 Volkswagen Cabriolet.

You're a terrible person.

You're just terrible.

Yeah, but... you love me.

- - You love me.

[music playing softly over speakers]

All right.

What?

Reason Feratti wouldn't sell you the prison?

He's making a fortune in kickbacks.

Cops, judges...

They're all in on it.

You brought me out here to tell me that?

No.

What's that?

- Feratti. - Doing what?

Telling me to kill a judge.

Thanks.

Ray.

You gonna be all right?

You got a thousand bucks?

What for?

I'm gonna go somewhere.

What, with a thousand bucks?

What are you gonna do, go live in the fucking woods?

I don't know.

The woods'll do.

Me?

I'd give 'em the old man.

Doesn't matter anymore anyway.

I need a new life.

Either that, or I'm gonna fucking kill myself.

Hey, fuck you.

I just wanna go somewhere

where they don't speak English, you know?

Fucking start over.

My whole mind, you know?

Different language, different food,

different fucking beer.

Yeah?

Go where?

Croatia?

What, near Greece?

No, that's over, uh...

Oh, yeah, no, it's over near there anyway.

Or New Zealand or some shit.

They speak English there.

That'd probably be fucking easier.

I just wanna...

I wish I could go back

and do things different, you know?

I'd not do a lot of things.

Yeah, I'd not do a lot of things too.

But you can't.

I got a thousand bucks

for a ticket.

You wanna come with me?

Nah.

Nah, I'd just slow you down.

- No, you wouldn't, Ter. - Yeah, I would.

But you listen to me. Don't-don't you let me

hear you talk about fucking killing yourself

again, all right? Don't even think about it.