Ray Donovan

Previously on Ray Donovan...

People as sad as us shouldn't live so high up.

That surgery was brutal, wasn't it?

- I never got the surgery. - You're in remission.

- Yeah. - So it worked.

You can't blame Bridget no more.

When Abby died, it was me that gave her the drugs.

I was in the room helpin' her do it.

So here's the deal: My movie

will be made as Four Leaf,

or those security tapes get leaked.

- You understand me? - I wanna believe

what you're telling me, Jay--that Mickey

and Daryll Donovan turned this into a murder,

and then they blackmailed you-- I wanna believe that.

- What is these? - One of these'll

turn a grass snake into an anaconda.

Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it.

Do you wanna come in?

No, I'm all right.

Will you give him these?

He'll understand.

You want your money back. You don't wanna ID me.

You gonna fuckin' help me?

Hey! Fuck my wife too, bitch?

- - That's right!

- - Ooh!

- What the fuck happened to you? - I got shot.

We gotta get you to a hospital.

No hospitals--They're gonna ask questions, Terry.

He wants $2 million and your husband's Oscar.

She's gonna wanna see exactly what you got.

She knows what I got.

You give this to Tom with this message.

Find the thing you love the most...

and let it kill you.

No money, no Oscar, no clothes.

Tell me again. It was an electrical cord

in a motel room.

- Suicide? - Maybe.

Natalie?

Aah! No!

Aah! Ah--

He-elp...

Uhh...uhh!

Mr. Donovan?

You ready to go downtown?

You can ride with me if you like.

I'll drive myself.

That wasn't a question.

I'll have an officer bring you back after.

- -

The Studio.

Go fuck yourself.

You don't want this exposure.

Go ahead and release it. Natalie's dead.

We'll see who comes out on top.

Tom Minor.

What about Tom?

He didn't kill himself.

Oh, I think he most certainly did.

Sam...I know who did it.

And I know how much you paid them.

The Studio and the Network.

I want News.

Fine. Take it.

I want all of New York.

Pie! We're here!

Pie!

- What happened? - Just give me

- a fuckin' hand, will ya? - Ohh...ohh...

Yeah?

Ray, I am so sorry.

We're all heartbroken here.

It's just...senseless. Such a tragedy.

Are you with the police?

Yeah.

Have they questioned you officially?

No.

All right, listen, when they do,

do not mention Doug Landry.

What?

Don't mention Doug

or his relationship with Natalie.

Is that clear?

Ray.

Can you fix it?

I can stop the bleedin',

but the bullet...

Ohh...

He's gonna need a real doctor.

No, no, no, no.

No doctors...

and no cops.

What about Raymond?

Just stop the fuckin' bleedin', Pie.

Ohh...

So suspect Robert Heard

gained entry into 807 Sunset Towers,

that being your apartment, correct?

Yeah.

And Natalie James was your guest there,

invited in with your permission.

Mr. Donovan?

Yeah.

- - Miss James was your guest?

Yeah. She was.

And what was the nature

of your relationship with Miss James?

Um...she was my client.

Do clients often stay in your apartment?

She was pregnant.

I'm sorry?

Natalie. She was...

pregnant.

With Mr. Heard's child?

No.

With yours?

Doug Landry.

- Who? -

He's, um...

the president of Pacific Pictures.

He's the father.

With this surgical trial,

it puts Sloan Kettering at the forefront

of neural oncology.

Our results speak for themselves.

Patient number two.

Emily C., hours before her operation.

- Pictured here... -

Three months post-op,

in full remission,

and expected to make a complete recovery.

Bunch?

Ray, it's me.

Listen, Bunchy got shot.

- What? - He got shot in the shoulder.

There was some shit with a couple a guys.

He said they stole his settlement money.

- What are you talkin' about? - He needs a doctor,

but he won't go to the hospital.

He's afraid of the cops.

Ray.

220 West Avenue 26th. I'll meet you there.

Mornin', Pop.

I got you some eggs,

but they're probably cold by now.

I'm starvin'.

You wore yourself out, huh?

- What? - See, that's the difference

between young dick and old dick.

Young dick is resilient.

Resilience is not my problem.

It's the pills that fuckin' hooker Linda gave me.

This thing's been up...

- been up all night. - Pop!

Everyone knows you ain't supposed to

take that shit they sell at the gas station.

- What shit? - That fake Viagra.

The shit like Cock Maverick and Deep 9.

Yeah. What was I fuckin' thinkin'?

Linda told me it was called Triceratops 5.

It's the same thing, man.

Th-th-they got one called The Up Lifter.

Yeah. They got a lotta fuckin' ones.

- The Shape Shifter. - Ten Inch Experience.

- The Elephant Gun. - Magical Johnson.

Bob the Builder.

Oh, Jesus fuck.

It hurts.

Go jerk off.

I tried every fucking thing.