[Uneasy music]
[Ray] 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!
♪ ♪
[Fetu] 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.
♪ ♪
[grunts]
Are you fucking kidding me?
[chokes]
♪ ♪
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!
[grunts]
[crowd clamoring]
He's just a fucking weight lifter.
[growls]
- [grunts] - [crowd yells]
Yeah!
♪ ♪
[shower running]
♪ ♪
Dude! Stop!
♪ ♪
He's a cop. He can help.
♪ ♪
[Mac] He shut down the prison scam.
They're all pissed.
I gotta give him names.
Judge Scholl.
You got an IA problem.
- [Feratti] You got the name? - [Ray] Scholl.
Said he was a judge.
♪ ♪
Thanks, Ron.
♪ ♪
I fucking trusted you.
[blow lands]
♪ ♪
You rat bas...
[rain pattering]
[thunder rumbling]
[grunts]
[Suspenseful music]
[grunts]
[man] He jumped!
[men shouting indistinctly]
[man] So go get him!
♪ ♪
[man] There he goes. Stop him.
[man] Get after him!
Don't let him get away!
[men shouting indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[gunshots]
[grunts]
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.
[indistinct chatter]
[music playing softly over speakers]
♪ ♪
You okay?
You need help?
[sighs]
Can I use your restroom?
Yeah.
[sighs]
Thanks.
♪ ♪
[panting]
[Desolate music]
[wincing]
♪ ♪
[grunts]
[exhales sharply]
♪ ♪
[groaning]
[grunts]
[exhaling sharply]
[grunting]
[exhales sharply]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[line rings]
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
What?
Meet me at the Cheyenne Diner.
Why?
I have something you want.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
♪ ♪
[grunts softly]
♪ ♪
- [sighs] - [door clicks open]
[Smitty] 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.
- [laughs] - 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?
[sighs]
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.
[sighs]
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...
[sighs] 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.
It's gonna be all right.
We're gonna figure this out,
and it's all gonna be okay.
Sure.
[music playing over speakers]
♪ ♪
[cell phone clicking]
[elevator bell dings]
[breathing heavily]
[elevator bell dings]
[soft footsteps]
[Mickey] I was there for you...
[gun cocking]
Through Abby.
I helped every time you asked me.
Every fucking time.
Jesus Christ.
Still you turn on me.
Every chance you get, you turn on me.
Why is that, Raymond?
Tell me.
[Desolate music]
[sighs]
You gonna shoot me, just fucking shoot me, Mick.
I'm gonna need that money, Raymond.
You hear me?
I need it now.
♪ ♪
[rain pattering]
Hey.
- [line ringing] - [cell phone ringing]
[Eerie music]
♪ ♪
[slurping]
[Mickey] Ah, there he is.
[sighs]
Why, Raymond?
Why what?
Why'd you try to lock me up again?
You know how hard it is for a man of my age?
And I gotta... I gotta change who I am now because of you.
What are you talking about?
I need my fucking money.
What money?
My three million, Raymond.
I gave it back.
You...
you what?
I gave it back.
[sighs]
Could I get one of those?
Twenty years
is a long time.
Twenty years ago, it was what?
Nineteen ninety-eight?
What if you were locked away
since 1998, no women,
no soft bed...
no comforts of any fucking kind?
Sorry.
What?
I'm sorry.
Since when?
It's been a long time.
So you gonna help me?
I don't have any more money, Mick.
Well, you got other things you can do.
[whiskey pouring]
Yeah? Like what?
You got friends.
You got, uh... you got cops, I hear.
- You got this woman. - [cell phone ringing]
You got friends in high places.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
Yeah?
I-I think that something's wrong.
I mean, I was...
Uh, well, B-Bridget was-was in the car,
and then... and then I went up to, like...
To finish up some stuff, but when I... when I came back down,
she was... she was just, like... she was gone,
but, like... but the car door was open,
and then her-her phone is still in the car,
and her bag was still in the car.
Slow down.
I don't... I just...
I feel like something's wrong.
I'll be right there.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
- [winces] - What's going on?
Something's up with Bridge.
Something's up with Bridge?
- Yeah. - What?
What's going on with Bridge?
- Agh! - You gotta take it easy.
You're not 100 percent.
Where you going?
I gotta go to Smitty's.
[cell phone ringing]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
Yeah?
I never wanted it to come to this.
- Come to what? - I'm sorry.
- Where is she? - [Mac] I'm sorry, man.
I-I don't got choices now.
I had to tell them you got the recording.
- I gotta play it this way. - [Ray] Listen to me.
Don't involve my fucking daughter.
All right? Whate...
[Mac] I didn't choose this.
Don't let that recording out.
Don't make any moves.
Once this election's over,
we'll let her go.
Then you can get the fuck out of town.
No, no, I-I'll give you the recording, okay?
I'll take care of it.
I promise. Just tell me where she is.
I can't do that!
Make sure they get what they want,
and I'll make sure she stays safe.
Put her on the phone. Let me talk to her.
[line clicks]
[cell phone slams on table]
What's going on, Raymond?
What's going on?
Fuck!
[grunting]
Talk to me, kid.
They took her.
- Who? - Cops.
Cops? Why?
You know them?
You got an idea where?
I don't fucking know, Mick.
[Desolate music]
[elevator bell dings]
♪ ♪
- [grunting] - [Bridget whimpers]
[screams, grunts]
♪ ♪
What the fuck is this place?
Second door on your left. Move.
[Bridget gasping]
♪ ♪
- I know you. - Shut up.
You're my dad's friend.
I said shut up.
♪ ♪
[Bridget breathing heavily]
[grunts]
Hey. Keep her quiet.
Don't fucking talk to her.
♪ ♪
[whispering] Just try to stay calm.
Okay? Relax.
This'll be over soon.
♪ ♪
[muffled crying]
Wait here.
All right.
[elevator bell dings]
[silverware clattering softly]
I need that recording back.
Why?
They got Bridget.
Feratti's guys.
You can't release the recording.
Why don't we make sure she's okay
- and then we'll proceed... - If you do, they'll kill her.
[Disquieting music]
Well, then I-I w... I won't release it.
I need the drive.
♪ ♪
Course.
♪ ♪
Thanks.
♪ ♪
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[line rings]
I need some numbers.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[line rings]
[Mac] Yeah?
I got the drive back.
Okay.
[Ray] Where do you want to make the trade?
Well, there could be millions of copies out there by now.
- There's not. - [Mac] No trade.
It's not what they want.
They want everything quiet
for a couple of days.
Then when it's over,
- we can talk. - [Ray] No.
Listen to me. You're not keeping
my fucking daughter.
I got what you asked for. Now...
[Mac] It's not up to me.
[cell phone clicks]
- [line clicks] - [cell phone beeps]
Fuck.
Fuck!
Hey.
Hey, think, Raymond. Stop and think.
Think about what?
You're smarter than these guys. You know what to do.
This is war, Raymond. They take one of yours,
you take one of theirs.
♪ ♪
Right?
♪ ♪
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
- [line rings] - [sighs]
- [Daryll] Yeah, what's up? - [Ray] Daryll, I need you
to go to Red Hook and pick up Smitty.
- Meet me in Staten Island. - [Daryll] What?
No, I ain't driving all the way out there.
Bridget's in trouble.
Get Smitty and meet me on the corner of Post and Decker.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[engine turning over]
[engine revving]
[grunts]
If I take that gag off,
will you be quiet?
You promise?
Because I'll shove it back in if you're not.
All right.
Hold on.
[coughs]
[coughing]
Better?
Yeah.
All right. You know what?
Why don't we watch something and just try to relax?
[commentators speaking indistinctly over TV]
Okay.
This is a good one. This is a classic.
You know this?
Yeah? You like it?
Okay.
All right.
[Max over TV] And why did I do that? Why?
I shouldn't have to remind you.
This is a family place.
That means you keep your fingers
out of the water, your hair out of the soup...
Why are you doing this?
This isn't up to me.
[Max over TV] All the daughters.
None of this is up to me.
Then can you let me go?
I can't.
They'll kill me.
My father can help you.
No, he won't.
Not now.
[Max over TV] Well, if it isn't the entertainment staff.
Listen, wiseass, you've got your...
I'm sorry.
[Max over TV] Teach them the mambo, the cha-cha,
anything they pay for.
That's it.
That's where it ends.
This fucking gin.
[Max over TV] no conversations,
and keep your hands off!
[Rodriguez over TV] It's the same at all these places.
You know, I don't care about me,
but I got a kid, I got a wife, you know?
[Max over TV] You think you can keep that straight?
But if I don't play this right, they'll find them.
I know these guys. They'll do anything.
[Johnny over TV] You just put your pickle on everybody's...
So your dad better do the right thing
and just keep his mouth shut.
And if he doesn't?
[Max over TV] Sit down. Sit down.
Maybe we shouldn't talk anymore.
[Marjorie over TV] Thank you, Max.
Okay.
[Max over TV] This is Dr. And Mrs. Houseman, Baby, Lisa.
This is your waiter...
Help me, please!
- Hey, stop! - Somebody help me!
- Hey, don't you fucking... - Help, please!
- Somebody... - Stop!
Fuck!
[gasps]
Fuck!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, but you have to sit still
and be quiet.
Okay?
[Jake over TV] Robbie, Baby wants to send...
[breathing raggedly]
[Jake over TV] So, uh, anything we don't finish,
you wrap up.
Max, our Baby's gonna change the world.
[Max over TV] And what are you gonna do, missy?
[Baby over TV] Oh, Lisa's gonna decorate it.
[Robbie over TV] She already does.
[Max over TV] Doc, I want you to meet someone.
You want a drink?
[Max over TV] My grandson Neil.
Goes to the Cornell School of Hotel Management.
[Jake over TV] Well, Baby's starting
Mount Holyoke in the fall.
[Neil over TV] Oh, great.
[Dark music]
♪ ♪
[indistinct police radio chatter]
♪ ♪
[men speaking indistinctly]
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
[sirens wailing]
[Baby over TV] I'll just keep my shoulders down,
my head up...
You want water or something?
No.
[Baby over TV] What if I forget the steps?
[sighs]
Sure you don't want a drink?
Yes.
All right.
[Baby over TV] and fall on my face.
Will you turn that off, please?
[Baby over TV] head up, my eyes open,
tension in my arms, my frame locked...
I watched this movie with my mom.
She died.
Please.
♪ ♪
[cries]
♪ ♪
[groans]
[crying]
I'd call it razor-thin.
But within the margin of error.
Your candidate has a one-point lead.
It's what I like to call a soufflé.
Lovely, but one false move,
and all you've got is a ramekin full of hot pudding.
She has a chance,
and it's a miracle, considering.
Okay.
Uh, thanks.
That's all I need.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
- [line rings] - [woman] Yes.
I need to see Melinda Getkin.
[woman] Yes, Ms. Winslow.
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[Ray] Get in.
W-what are we gonna do?
You're gonna wait in the bar.
Well, how do you know they're gonna be in the bar?
I don't.
[Ray] What about my brother?
[Feratti] Kill him.
[Ray] Who?
[Feratti] Scholl.
Kill him.
Make him disappear.
- [cell phone clicks and beeps] - [Melinda] Holy shit.
Unbelievable.
Will Ray Donovan corroborate?
No.
He won't confirm this is his voice,
- that he was there? - No.
Well, then this is j...
I need this out right away.
Well, I'm gonna have to vet this, Sam.
I want copy in three hours.
There's literally no way.
Surprise yourself.
[Desolate music]
♪ ♪
[Penny over TV] I'm scared.
I'm so scared.
[Baby over TV] Don't worry.
You'll be fine. You'll be fine.
[cries]
♪ ♪
[cell phone rings]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
Yeah.
The feds got Bunchy.
[sighs]
[Terry] You hear me?
Yeah, I heard you.
Kid's life is ruined.
Remember when he drove that car into the Taco Bell?
You remember?
He just got his license.
I was sitting in the passenger seat,
you were sitting in the back,
and I climbed into the front
to make sure that he didn't get in trouble.
And we told Mick that I did it.
You remember?
And the old bastard just hit me?
I'm sorry.
[Terry] What?
I'm sorry.
What-what are you sorry for?
That Mick hit me?
All of it.
Everything.
Are you... are you all right?
Yeah.
No.
I gotta go, Ter.
Ray?
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[sighs]
[commentator speaking indistinctly over TV]
What are we doing here?
I don't know. Ray said come here, so...
Yeah, but we should be out looking for her.
Hey, listen.
You don't know my brother like I do, okay?
He would kill everyone in New York
to find Bridget.
Yeah, so would I.
The point is, just trust him, all right?
Just relax.
[sighs]
[cell phone rings]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
Yeah.
I ran into a difficult situation today,
and I'm afraid I had to give the recording
to my reporter at the Tribune.
[Suspenseful music]
Why?
I tried, I really did, to find another way.
It's already done.
[line clicks]
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
♪ ♪
[cell phone clicks and beeps]
[cell phone keyboard clacking]
["Message sent" tone]
- [indistinct chatter] - [cell phone chimes]
I'm not doing this right now, Allie.
I'm not fucking doing it.
[whispering] That's our guy. [whistles]
Let me get a tequila and a Miller Lite, Lou.
♪ ♪
[indistinct chatter]
So, Lisa, what were you planning to sing?
My wife loves this movie too.
It's a good movie.
[Mac sighs] Jerry Orbach's dead.
You remember him from Law & Order?
[man over TV] They're still in last place, cousins.
Come on, Mets, let's do it.
He was great.
You look much better.
I'm sorry about your mom.
[Penny over TV] He's such a wonderful man.
Makes you think.
[Baby over TV] I didn't realize.
[Penny over TV] Oh, you couldn't have. It's okay.
[knocking at door on TV]
[Johnny over TV] Hey.
I'm sorry I hit you.
I'm sorry.
[commentator] And Ilovitz with the move inside
under the basket, and...
Look, you see that?
You see that?
A little boop,
and he gets a technical on that.
Fucking pussy game, Lou. Huh?
Are you a fan?
You a fan of this shit?
No.
No?
What do you do for a living, if I might ask?
Lou, uh, get the old guy here a drink on me, huh?
Yeah, Lou, that's it.
Hey, that's very nice of you.
[clears throat] Isn't that nice?
Hey, look, I appreciate it.
Here's to you.
Here.
[grunting]
[Lou] What's going on here?
[Mickey] All right, get him out... get him out of here!
Get the fuck out of here!
Get him out of here. Don't do nothing.
- [Mickey] Don't do nothing! - Whoa, easy.
- Whoa. - Don't do nothing!
Yeah, okay, don't do nothing.
[Uneasy music]
This is about affordable housing,
better schools...
Well, I...
I will. I mean, I appreciate you too, and...
Yes,
thank you very much.
Let's talk.
[Ray] Who?
[Feratti] Scholl.
Kill him.
Make him disappear.
[Anita sighs]
He ordered a hit on a fucking judge.
[sighs]
It's hilarious. He's insane.
Really?
I don't know that you have much room to talk.
I'm here because I want to have a discussion
about what to expect.
Okay.
By tomorrow night,
you will be the most powerful politician in New York,
and you will remember who put you there.
You are gonna win this election.
But I will be mayor.
You will answer to me.
I fucked up my whole entire life.
Wow. Fuck.
Oh, Penny, that's great. That's really great.
[Penny over TV] So... how'd it go last night?
[Johnny over TV] Good.
I just don't know how...
it got so bad.
You know what I mean?
I can't remember
the last time I felt good.
[Baby over TV] I guess I'm gonna go.
Bye.
[Johnny over TV] See you.
Can't remember.
[breathes deeply]
[Dark music]
♪ ♪
[Bianchi grunting]
- Where is she, asshole? - Fuck you!
- Where is she? - [grunts]
Come on, talk to me! Where the fuck is she?
She's up my ass, you motherfucker!
[Bianchi grunting, blows landing]
♪ ♪
Where is she, Danny?
I walk without an answer,
my father's gonna kill you.
You know that, don't you?
He'll kill you. I'll kill your wife
and anyone else I get my fucking hands on.
[Bianchi laughs]
I won't stop, Danny.
You understand me?
I won't stop.
Never.
All right.
♪ ♪
Say good-bye.
No, no, no, no, no. Ray!
Ray. [coughs]
Two seventy-four Rosemary, Staten Island.
Put him in your trunk. Take him to Sandy's.
Daryll'll give you the address.
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
♪ ♪
[Robbie over TV] Hey, well, it looks like
I picked the wrong sister.
That's okay, Baby...
[cell phone ringing and buzzing]
[Baby over TV] Oh, Johnny! Johnny!
[grunting and yelling over TV]
[cell phone clicks]
Yeah?
He took Bianchi.
What...
[coughs] Who?
Your buddy. Who the fuck do you think?
I'm on my way over.
Wait, he did what?
[Big Al] Some guys got Bianchi
and took him out of O'Donoghue's.
I fucking told him not to do nothing!
[Big Al] Hey, calm down.
God damn it!
[Big Al] It ain't a big deal.
We'll just handle it.
[line clicks]
[cell phone clicks]
[Eerie music]
♪ ♪
[labored breathing]
♪ ♪
[movie playing indistinctly over TV]
[Suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[body thuds]
[Somber music]
♪ ♪
[Baby over TV] I'm sorry I lied to you.
But you lied too.
You told me everyone was alike and deserved a fair break,
but you meant everyone who is like you.
You told me you wanted me to change the world,
make it better,
but you meant by becoming a lawyer or an economist
and marrying someone from Harvard.
I'm not proud of myself,
but I'm in this family too, and you can't keep
giving me the silent treatment.
There are a lot of things about me
that aren't what you thought,
but if you love me, you have to love
all the things about me.
And I love you.
[crying] And I'm sorry I let you down.
I'm so sorry, Daddy.
But you let me down too.
♪ ♪