Previously
on Ray Donovan...
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Ah!
That's it, buddy.
Come on.
Come on!
Take him out.
Take him out.
- Oof!
- Take him out!
What the f*ck
are you doing?
I wasn't gonna sh**t him.
Where's the sil*ncer?
What the f*ck?
Stop!
- What the f*ck's going on here?
- Pop, this is your movie.
Mr. Lucky,
starring Jay White.
My movie?
My movie is called Four Leaf.
His blood pressure's low.
We're losing him.
Get the defib kit.
Mickey is going to k*ll me!
This is Brendan.
Leave a message.
Bunch, call me.
Lou,
another one for Ray.
Situation on Mercer Street,
my guys are wrapping that up.
You hear me?
You got anybody
in the FBI?
- FBI?
- Mm.
Yeah, I got a guy who deals
with the bureau. Why?
My father.
He had a heart att*ck
yesterday.
Got moved to a hospital
in Victorville.
My little brother
helped him to escape.
I'll make the call.
May take a few days,
but I'll find out
what the feds know.
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Are you sure
about this, kid?
It's gonna be
hard enough as it is.
You remember
my confirmation?
Yeah.
You took the name Patrick.
That was Ray.
I took the name Adrian
on account
of it being "brave."
Good.
It suits you.
You don't remember
'cause you weren't there, Pop.
I had to get Danny O'Dea's
father to sponsor me.
Yeah, well, I'm sure
Mr. O'Dea was happy
to oblige.
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I gotta be there for her.
Ah, sh*t.
Didn't change your mind,
did you?
I need my girl in LA
to move to New York.
Done.
I need an apartment, an office,
and a decent car too.
You've made me
very happy, Ray.
That it?
Nas' "N.Y. State of Mind"
playing
- For now.
- Yeah, yeah
- Ayo, Black, it's time
- Word
Word, it's time, man
It's time, man
A'ight, begin
Yeah, straight out
the f*cking dungeons of rap
Where fake n*gg*s
don't make it back
I don't know
how to start this sh*t, yo
Rappers, I monkey flip 'em
With the funky rhythm
I be kicking
Musician inflicting
composition of pain
I'm like Scarface
sniffing cocaine
Holding an M16
See, with the pen
I'm extreme, now
b*llet holes
left in my peepholes
I'm suited up
in street clothes
Hand me a nine
and I'll defeat foes
Y'all know my steelo
with or without the airplay
I keep some E&J
Sitting bent up
in the stairway
Or either on the corner
Betting Grants
with the cee-lo champs
Laughing at baseheads
Trying to sell
some broken amps
G-packs get off quick
Forever n*gg*s talk sh*t
Reminiscing
about the last time
The task force flipped
n*gg*s be running
through the block sh**ting...
Come on!
Catch a body...
Ray, come on!
Punch it.
I ran like a cheetah with
thoughts of an assassin...
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Lead was hittin' n*gg*s,
one ran, I made him backflip
Heard a few chicks
scream...
Oof!
Gave another squeeze
Heard it click,
yo, my sh*t is stuck
Tried to cock it, it wouldn't
sh**t, now I'm in danger
Finally pulled it back
and saw three b*ll*ts
Caught up in the chamber
So now I'm jetting
to the building lobby
And it was full
of children
Probably couldn't see
as high as I be
- So what you saying
- It's like the game
Ain't the same,
got younger n*gg*s...
Yeah, hi.
And claim some corners
Crews without g*ns
are goners
In broad daylight,
stickup kids
They run up on us
Fo'-fives and gauges,
MACs, in fact
Same n*gg*s'll catch
you back-to-back
Snatching your cracks
in black
There was a snitch
on the block
Getting n*gg*s knocked
So hold your stash
till the coke price drop
I know this crackhead
who said
She gotta smoke nice rock
And if it's good
she'll bring you customers
In measuring pots,
but yo
You gotta slide
on a vacation
Inside information
keeps large n*gg*s erasing
And their wives basing
It drops deep
as it does in my breath
I never sleep 'cause sleep
is the cousin of death
Beyond the walls
of intelligence
Life is defined,
I think of crime
When I'm in a New York
state of mind
State of mind,
state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
It's only right
that I was born to use mics
And the stuff that I write
is even tougher than dykes
I've taken rappers to a new
plateau through rap slow
My rhymin' is a vitamin
held without a capsule
The smooth criminal
on b*at breaks...
There you go.
There you go. All right.
There you go.
All right.
Finish him off!
That's where I learned
to do my hustle
Had to scuffle with freaks
I'm an addict for sneakers,
20s of Buddha
And b*tches with beepers
In the streets
I can greet you
About blunts I teach you
Inhale deep
like the words of my breath
I never sleep 'cause sleep
is the cousin of death
I lay puzzle as I backtrack
to earlier times
Nothing's equivalent
To the New York
state of mind
State of mind,
state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
New York state of mind
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Nasty Nas
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Na-Nas
Nasty Nas
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Nasty Nas
Na-Nasty Nas
Nasty Nas
Wow.
So this is it.
I brought you dark roast.
Thanks.
It's nice.
How was class?
Political theory
shouldn't be at 8 a.m.
Dr. Woods, my advisor,
said that I need
to get an internship
to make up
for last semester.
They gonna help you
find one?
f*ck no.
What about Smitty?
What about him?
He got a job yet?
Why do you keep asking that?
Well, I just
wanna make sure
he can take care of you.
I can take care of him,
you know.
It's 2018, not 1820.
Right.
Yeah, sorry.
Two bedrooms.
Yeah.
In case you ever need it.
In case I ever need it?
What?
I should go.
Why?
You just got here.
Internship hunting.
Ah.
You want a ride
or something?
No, no, I'm fine.
Okay.
There it is,
New York.
New York, New York,
New York.
It's a wonderful town.
The Bronx is up
and the Battery's down
The people ride
in a hole in the ground
I love this f*cking town.
Yeah.
Are you at The Peninsula yet?
Almost.
All right, well,
as of five minutes ago,
Crane was still in the shower.
Got it.
All right,
I'll see you there.
"Thanks so much, Lena,
for moving to New York."
Go f*ck yourself, Ray.
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Lena?
It's Ray.
Who?
Ray Donovan.
Thought Lena was coming.
Where's the thing?
In my pocket.
Right.
It's all there.
How well do you know Lena?
What?
Do you guys ever talk?
You know, personally?
No.
So she's never mentioned me
outside of this job, huh?
No.
I used to model
back in LA.
We dated then.
I hadn't heard from her
in a while,
and I thought maybe...
But it was just this job, huh?
I'll tell her you said hi.
It's tourney style.
Twelve fighters,
no weight classes,
Winner takes all.
...Williams
where he can be held.
Yeah,
he would be able
to control that distance more.
The way-he doesn't do it
'cause he doesn't jab any.
Bell!
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Well, a reminder
that coming up next,
unbeaten bantamweights
Antonio Nieves
and Nikolai Potapov,
probably going ten rounds...
Here you go.
Download the video
and email it to me.
Did you get the tickets?
Yeah, they're floor seats,
center court.
Thanks.
Seems like a nice girl.
Who?
Oh, Justine, yeah.
How'd you meet her?
We dated in LA.
- Yeah?
- Mm.
What's she doing
in New York?
Her brother's in Rikers,
so she moved here
to be closer to him.
Oh.
Seems nice.
Nice?
Yeah.
Why don't you take her out,
get a meal or something?
Who the f*ck are you?
I'm just saying.
Here.
Try and get a table
at that, uh,
French place downtown.
Raoul's.
On me.
All right.
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Here we are.
Long Island.
Michael!
- Hey.
- Hey!
- Ah!
- Ah, look at you. Look at you.
Oh!
I swore you two
was dead by now.
Well, we took
the scenic route.
Wanted to show
my beautiful granddaughter
all this beautiful country
has to offer.
Ah, she's beautiful herself.
Looks absolutely
nothing like you.
Thank God.
And you must be Brendan.
- How you doing?
- I met you
a couple times
when you was in diapers.
You wouldn't remember me,
but, uh,
I remember you.
Well-endowed
for an infant.
Come in!
Come in!
Your quarters.
One of youse is gonna have
to sleep on the floor or...
share the master
with me, if you fancy.
I have a playpen
for the baby, however.
Now, let Auntie Sandy
see that girl.
Cootchie-coo.
Yeah!
Yeah!
Hi!
Oh, about time the Donovans
produced another female, eh?
Yeah, she's a keeper.
I'd say so.
I bet this little one
is hungry.
Yeah.
Yeah.
f*cking kidding me, Pop?
Don't let her fool you.
Sandy is skilled.
She don't miss nothing.
Watch her eyes.
You okay?
Listen to me, son.
I gotta get this thing started.
You stay here.
Help Maria get settled in.
What if sh*t goes wrong
out there, Pop?
Don't worry.
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Mr. Donovan.
- Oh, thanks.
- Here you go.
'Toine, man,
you didn't tell me
it was gonna be
like this, bruh!
Huh?
Bam!
Antoine, I mean, come on!
What?
Why y'all look like your girls
just broke up with you, man?
- What's up?
- What's up?
The cost of this
production, Daryll.
That's what's up.
O-okay, all right,
what-what's-what's happening?
What was sh**ting call,
21/2 hours ago?
- Two and a half.
- Two and a half hours ago.
You didn't get a call sheet?
Yeah, I'm-I'm sure I did.
You know, man...
So...
- So?
- So produce me
a m*therf*cking actor
to photograph, please.
- Okay, uh...
- Yeah.
- He in his trailer?
- He's in his trailer.
You should go talk to him.
That's your job.
- No, I'll handle it.
- I know you will.
Thank you very much.
Hey.
Welcome to
the entertainment industry!
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Yo, Jay, what up, man?
It's Daryll.
Hey, hey, bro,
you almost ready?
Jay!
They always set me off...
The f*ck?
Hey, bro.
Black man come home
from k*lling the yellow man
for the white man,
his mind, Daryll-
his mind is changed.
He's a new man,
and he needs a new g*n.
The M16 would trigger PTSD.
He needs a different g*n,
a new g*n-
an U*i.
Not this bullshit
that Antoine is asking me
to perform with.
Yo, Jay, we gotta-
Hey, how the f*ck
stupid are you?
I'm stupid?
Yo, Parker, man,
what the f*ck, bro?
What took you so long, man?
Oh, sorry, Mr. Donovan.
Uzis are not easy
to come by.
Ooh-ooh!
My n*gga.
Get your ass in here.
Peruvian?
Colombian.
Ooh.
Parker, a black man came home
from serving his country.
Did Uncle Sam
give a flying f*ck?
Offer him any kind
of support?
Any medication
for his tortured mind?
Hmm?
- Huh?
- No.
- Hell no.
- Yeah.
He had to fend
for himself.
Respect.
Oh, yeah
Yeah
Hey, how you doing?
What's up?
Yo.
Yo, Jay,
yo, what happened
to all the U*i stuff?
Why the f*ck would a soldier
familiar with
the inner workings of a r*fle
suddenly switch
to a different gat?
This is my r*fle.
There are many like it,
but this one is mine.
My r*fle is my best friend.
It is my life.
I'm the talent, m*therf*cker.
Even when I'm wrong,
I'm right.
Now, let's sh**t
this f*cking scene.
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Mr. Lucky's an original
FeatureFlix production.
We own it outright.
You know what that means?
No.
It means
that I need Jay White
to do his f*cking job.
I hear that he has decided
to go method
with his character
and is acquiring bad habits
at a remarkable rate.
I'll stop by set tomorrow
and talk to Daryll.
So as junior prosecutor,
you led the fraud
and embezzlement case
against the
Liberty Street Seven.
Like I said,
my father was
a sanitation worker,
so I know
how to take out the trash.
Our current mayor,
Ed Ferrati-
he's famously tough on crime.
How do you think
you'll match up tonight?
Ed Feratti's
tough-on-crime policies?
Stop and frisk?
Arrest quotas?
I have no interest
in matching up.
Crime is a grassroots issue.
You fight crime
with better education,
job creation,
community enrichment.
You're
the people's candidate?
Yes.
If elected mayor,
I'll make sure
that every family, every kid
in this great city of ours
has the tools that they need
to be their best.
The polls still have her
ten points behind.
So the bag's in my office.
My assistant's waiting for you.
Anita Novak, thank you
so much for being here with us.
- All right.
- Stay tuned.
Chef Justin's gonna teach us
how to make beignets.
We'll be right back.
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I got the tickets.
I f*cking owe you, man.
Ah, Jimmy's gonna love that.
Don't worry about it.
Do you want me to come by,
pick 'em up?
No, I'll bring them
when I come.
- You're coming?
- Sure. Hey,
did you hear anything
from your guy at the bureau?
Your dad's gifted, Ray.
He's a f*cking ghost.
He'll slip.
He always does.
I'll check in again.
All right.
See you later.
- Hey.
- Hey.
You, uh, get a table?
Justine says thank you.
You're welcome.
Happy hour.
Piña coladas
and chow mein half price.
No, thank you, sweetheart.
I'm here to see
Old Man Au.
He was the proprietor
of this fine establishment.
You know him?
Au!
Au...
speaking Chinese
Yeah?
I'm here to see Charlie Au.
Don't know you.
I don't know you,
but I do know Charlie Au.
We spent some time together
on the inside,
if you know what I mean.
You're talking
about my grandfather.
There's the monster.
Yeah, the monster's dead.
Pulmonary embolism.
I'm sorry to hear that.
He was a hell
of a cigarette smuggler.
We ran laundry together
for a spell at Walpole.
That was a good racket.
Well, have a piña colada
on me, all right?
Hey, hold up.
Hold on.
Are you in the same, uh,
line of business
as your grandfather?
What, cigarette smuggling?
He was doing a dime
for g*n running.
I now find myself in need
of that very service.
Since speaking out,
there's been some backlash.
Death threats.
I consider myself a brave man,
but this...
this is a cross
too heavy to bear.
I stand by what I said,
but in light of some people's
violent reactions,
I plan to leave New York
until things blow over.
That work?
Sure.
That's 25.
You-you'll get the rest
in Mexico.
Get him to Hunter by five.
I'll meet you there.
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- Yeah.
- Hey, got pinged by my contact.
And?
And they got a report
of someone seeing
your old man and your brother
at a gas station near Akron.
Car?
Buick, stolen in Tucson.
Now, look, it ain't definite,
but it's the only lead
they got.
All right, thanks.
Can I help you
with something?
Forty-five minutes
into tonight's debate,
you're gonna steer
the conversation
- towards racism.
- Who are you?
And you're gonna call
on Cesar Martinez.
He'll be house left
in a light green polo.
Why the hell
would I do that?
Because you love
your wife and kids.
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The-the questions are chosen
well in advance.
Everyone's vetted, and-
Cesar Martinez.
I need you to repeat it back.
You can't do this.
Repeat it back to me.
Cesar Martinez.
So we understand
each other?
Good.
Lock it down, people.
Jay!
We love you, Jay!
Check's in the mail, baby!
- We love you, man!
- Love you, Jay!
Jay, I love you!
- You the best!
- Whoo-hoo!
He did it!
Thanks, Jay!
Can I be
in one of your movies?
Love you, Jay!
Hey, you.
Hey, mister.
Are you anyone important
in this movie?
Eh, Jay White just sh**t me,
and I die.
Terry Donovan?
It depends.
Who's asking?
Big Easy.
I ain't from New Orleans,
but I'm laid-back as f*ck,
- so it stuck.
- Yeah?
What do you want?
Saw you fight, uh,
Chuy Gomez in the Garden.
What was it, '96?
- Ninety-five.
- You still move pretty good.
You ever think
about fighting again?
Look at me.
Mm, you know,
never too old
to cr*ck a few skulls
and make a little
extra scratch.
Check it out.
It's the kind of place
you might dig, man.
It's going down tonight.
Sure as hell beats
hitting that bag.
All right, background!
Action!
You crazy?
Abdul, please!
Please.
Beaucoup dinky dau?
This ain't no Dien Bien Phu.
I saw this little gook
carrying his wife's
dead body down
in his m*therf*cking hands,
and when I say dead body,
I mean just a f*cking body,
'cause there was no head.
You dig?
f*cked with the wrong n*gga,
n*gga,
and so...
...you're just gonna have
to kiss my black ass!
Whoo!
Oh, f*ck, man!
Oh, tell me
y'all got that sh*t.
- Cut.
- Yo!
Tell me you got
that sh*t. Oh!
Going again.
Ah, sh*t!
Y'all saw that sh*t, right?
Oh!
How do I look?
Like-like Sister Mary Agnes.
Was she good-looking?
Uh...
handsome, I guess,
when she wasn't, you know,
rapping my fingers
with a ruler.
Nuns-
snakes with tits,
all of them.
I want you
to come with me.
This waterbed is heated.
It's good for the joints,
amongst other things,
if you catch my drift.
Happy to share.
Yeah, I'm fine on the floor.
Suit yourself.
So, uh...
how far back you go
with Mick?
We grew up together.
It's how I met
your Uncle Cormac.
Ah.
This should fit.
I married Cormac two weeks
before he was deployed.
Vietnam wasn't kind
to poor Irish boys.
Cormac d*ed,
I remarried,
so Mickey and I
just lost touch.
Don't be shy.
Let's try it on.
Come on.
And I want every New Yorker
to rest assured,
we are working around the clock
with the sanitation union
to put an end to this strike
and get the streets
clean again.
That is a promise.
I'd like to switch gears.
We've seen,
more and more,
a nation and city divided.
The theme of this segment
of our town hall is race,
and our next question comes
from a Mr. Cesar Martinez.
Um, Mr., uh, Feratti?
You'll remember me
as your personal driver
between the years
of 2012 and 2015.
Yes, I do, Cesar.
And during that time,
I often heard you use
derogatory language
to describe minorities.
Jews were cheap,
Hispanics were lazy,
blacks were dumb,
and personally,
that my character
was impressive as a Mexican
born into poverty.
You often commented
with surprise
that I, an uneducated w*tback
from Guanajuato,
was consistently
ten minutes early to work.
Okay-
So my question is this:
with your history
of racial biases,
why do you believe
that you're the best candidate
in a city as diverse
as New York?
- Mr. Martinez-
- Uh, that-that is
inaccurate.
I'm so sorry, Mr. Martinez.
New York
is the heartbeat of America.
No matter your race,
your religion,
your sexual orientation,
or your country of origin,
you're welcome here.
Mr. Martinez, your story
is devastating.
You know, i-in my
first term, I passed...
It's unacceptable.
Excuse me, sir.
...at least 23 different-
Sir, no.
Mm-mm.
The time for
interrupting women is over.
Yo, Jay,
come on, man.
It's a lovely
cock sock.
sh*t is wrinkly.
Mr. Lucky ain't got
no wrinkly d*ck.
Wait, 'Toine, whoa, whoa.
What-what's a cock sock?
So a cock sock
is what we're gonna use
to cover his junk
for the upcoming sex scene.
It's off-camera, though.
Of course it's off-camera,
Daryll.
I'm not making
a f*cking p*rn.
Man, watch out, man.
Yo, Jay!
K'Lei has been ready
for 35 minutes.
I-I really don't think
she gives a f*ck
if Mr. Lucky's d*ck
is wrinkly or not!
You wear the sh*t, Romeo.
A-Antoine, man,
you-you gotta
- talk to him, man.
- This is your job.
This is your job.
You're the producer, okay?
- Yo, Parker, man.
- Yeah?
Yo-
No, no, no, no.
- Enough, enough.
- Hey, hey-
No, enough.
Enough, man.
Yo, chill, chill, chill.
You need an intervention, B.
Ow!
The f*ck, man?
Hey!
I'm trying to help you!
You need help!
- Calm the f*ck down!
- Get the f*ck off me, man.
- Come on.
- Use your heads!
Come on, m*therf*cker!
Come on,
m*therf*cker.
Come on, m*therf*cker.
- Use your f*cking head!
- Come on!
Get the f*ck off me.
Get your hands
off me, man.
- Relax, m*therf*cker.
- No, you relax!
Calm the f*ck down!
f*cking fight
everybody out here!
- f*cking assh*le.
- You too.
f*cking assh*le.
Way to go, Daryll.
Just cost production
another three hours.
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Okay, now.
You good?
I mean,
you got-got everything
you need?
I need to stop being number two
on the call sheet.
Other than that,
yeah, I'm chill.
I hear you.
Are we gonna sh**t
this thing or what?
Yeah, I mean...
Ladies and gentlemen,
that is a wrap.
We will start with scene 58
tomorrow, 8 a.m.
Look, I'm-I'm sorry.
I mean,
you got all dressed up
for nothing-
A crooked log
makes a good fire.
A crooked log what?
Situation like this,
the producer's job
isn't to be his star's enemy.
It's to become his enabler.
You feel me?
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You'll get this when you
touch down in Guanajuato.
My associate will need
your passport in exchange.
We'll send it back to you
once the election's over.
And the posts I sent
already went viral,
so I'll dump another batch
from JFK
and upload his statement
to Facebook.
All right.
You look just like Cormac.
Holy moly!
I got that
Catholic schoolgirl itch
all over again.
Come.
Stand there.
Smile.
Good.
That wasn't so bad.
What about Maria?
Her new name
is Libby Halloran.
You, me, and Mick,
we run St. Paul's Orphanage.
We found a home for Libby
in Montreal.
Got all the appropriate
paperwork coming
to get us across the border.
Since speaking out,
there's been some backlash,
threats.
I consider myself
a brave man,
but this...
this is a cross
too heavy to bear.
I stand by what I said,
but in light...
Is it true?
I plan
to leave New York.
It'll check out.
But is it true?
Right now,
Cesar Martinez
is probably over
the Gulf of Mexico
on his way to Guanajuato
with no way to get back.
What would
you like, ma'am?
- What he's having.
- Coming right up.
I hear your daughter
is gonna work for the campaign.
Yeah, she needs
an internship for school.
...Ed Feratti's
personal driver...
You have other kids?
A son.
Where's he?
Marines.
Shipping off for Germany soon.
...New York's mayoral race...
Good for him.
So my question is this:
with your history
of racial biases...
Tonight
you should've asked me
if that's how I wanted
to play this.
I don't work for you.
Right.
I am so sorry.
We all work
for Sam Winslow.
"Excellent at exaction."
That's how she described you.
Sure.
You know what I think?
Just one man's claims...
I think you're excellent
at a lot of things, Ray.
Seems like
it may be a while...
Well...
it's been real.
We'll be back
after this short break.
My-
n*gga, f*ck you.
Yo, hold on. Hold on.
Hold on. Hold on, Jay.
Be cool.
- What?
- I want to make it right, man.
How the f*ck
you gonna do that?
A little marching powder?
My man.
You drove?
- Yeah.
- Yo, Rick.
You can take off.
D's gonna give me a lift home.
You got it, boss.
Hey, Dad.
Hey, sweetheart.
I talked to Sam Winslow.
She said she can get you
an internship
working on
Anita Novak's campaign.
I didn't ask you
to do that.
I know you didn't ask me to.
I...just thought
I'd help you out.
What's the big deal?
Thanks, Dad.
Hey, Bridge, I gotta go.
Uh, I'll text you the address.
They said you can start
tomorrow.
Okay.
Bye.
Bye.
Yeah?
Don't even
bother coming.
What are you talking about?
Caputo, that Guinea f*ck,
took Jimmy bowling.
Okay?
They ran late.
Amber just called to tell me
that he's not even coming,
that he's already in bed.
All right, take it easy.
Take it easy, Ray?
You know, she-she can-she can
have my house, all my money,
okay, she can have
that guy sleep
in our marital bed,
but I am not gonna let
that f*ck become
my kid's father.
I'm gonna take care of this
right now.
Okay.
Relax.
Don't do anything stupid.
I'll get there
as soon as I can.
dark music
Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm here for this.
Come on!
Come on!
Son, time to go.
Come on, now-oh!
You need that f*cking bat?
Let's go.
- That's my sh*t.
- Yeah.
But yo, yo, Jay, man,
I gotta be honest with you, man.
Like, that bitch K'Lei?
Like, damn, she fine.
Oh.
You hit that yet?
Uh, what, K'Lei?
f*cking Mother Teresa,
n*gga.
Who the f*ck you think
I'm talking about?
Of course I'm talking
about K'Lei.
Jay, listen.
K'Lei on a whole
nother league, man.
Ain't in her league, n*gga?
What the f*ck?
You are a producer, n*gga.
You're the producer
of a $100 million-
$150 million when
it's all said and done-
billion-dollar
major motion picture
starring yo' n*gga
Jay White.
You the commissioner now.
Mm!
f*ck yeah, man.
Maybe even the f*cking owner.
No, no, no, no, no.
You be like some Bob Kraft sh*t?
Nah, n*gga, that's me.
You ain't got
enough money for that sh*t.
You could...you could be
the quarterback.
I f*ck with quarterbacks.
Okay, okay, okay.
I'm the quarterback, man.
I'm Tom Brady.
You Brady.
It's like,
once we th-
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Pop...
Are you my son?
Is that the way
a son behaves?
You're not my f*cking son.
Whoa! Whoa, sh*t.
Hey, hey, hey,
calm down.
Calm down.
D! D.
Oh!
Baby...
I'll take the heat for this.
Those punks are not
gonna say anything.
What about Amber?
f*ck Amber.
It'll be all right.
You sure?
I appreciate you, Ray.
All right.
Don't be a stranger.
I won't.
In that fancy f*cking suit?
f*ck you.
Yeah?
Who is this?
Hello, Ray Ray.
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06x03 - He Be Tight. He Be Mean.
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Ray Donovan works for the powerful law firm Goldman & Drexler, representing the rich and famous. Donavon is a professional "fixer" for the rich and famous in LA, who can make anyone's problems disappear except those created by his own family.
Ray Donovan works for the powerful law firm Goldman & Drexler, representing the rich and famous. Donavon is a professional "fixer" for the rich and famous in LA, who can make anyone's problems disappear except those created by his own family.