Previously on Ray Donovan.
Parkinson's follows a predictable course.
Living alone isn't going to be your best option.
He's getting worse.
I think he should move in here with us.
Okay.
Nice to have someone around the house to talk to.
You got Ray.
No, I don't. You know that.
This is a check from the diocese
for your settlement of $1.4 million.
Let's just put this money someplace safe,
make sure you're all right.
I'm doing this for your own good, I swear.
They are going to come after us.
Sometimes you gotta push back.
What the fuck is this, funny money?
Ah! Ah!
Armenian power syndicate?
I wouldn't know an Armenian
from a Russian from a fucking German shepherd.
I know what you're up to, Mr. Donovan,
selling coke and running girls.
Working with us is the only way
you and your kids are coming out of this
with all your arms and legs still attached.
What if Daddy hadn't liked you?
Would you still have gone after him?
This is someone you like, Bridge?
You're my student. We have to keep it to school.
You're hot for him.
I feel connected to you.
We have something in common. You miss your boyfriend,
I miss my wife.
I love you, Teresa. Will you marry me?
She's gonna be my wife.
I'm gonna need my settlement money now.
I'm not signing over all that money
just so you can give it to somebody you just met, Bunch.
Maybe he'd act more grown up if you didn't treat him
like a fucking baby!
Mind your business.
We're in love. You better get used to me.
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What else?
Well, yesterday I met a man,
brown hair, short,
seems to be in charge of running numbers.
Got a name?
Matter of fact I do.
They called him Toozik.
Toozik.
Aren't you gonna write that down?
Toozik is a common Armenian nickname, Mr. Donovan,
like "buster" or "dude."
Well, that's it. That's what I got for you.
Sit down.
What the hell's going on?
Mr. Donovan, this is Alan Freedman
from the U.S. Attorney's Office.
These men are from the Metro task force
on human trafficking.
Oh, yeah?
We're organizing a sting.
Minassian's Russian counterpart's in town,
and he's brought a shipment.
What kind of shipment?
Girls. Understand?
We'll supply you with the money.
Take out your phone.
You're gonna schedule a meet with Mrs. Minassian.
No.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow's no good for me.
You think tomorrow's good for the 14 Uzbek girls
sitting in a cargo hold on the way to Long Beach?
My youngest is getting married.
You think they're looking forward to being locked up
in shitty motel rooms, being raped ten times a day?
Okay, I think we're missing each other here.
This stuff, hey, it's not what I do.
It's exactly what you do.
You're a piece of shit pimp, aren't you?
May I jump in here? Mr. Donovan,
U.S. Attorney's Office is primarily concerned
with Mr. Belikov.
You're in a unique position to obtain the kind of evidence
we need to finally hit him with real charges.
I'm not... I'm not in any kind of position.
Me and Minassian, we're not on the best of terms.
Then after Detective Muncie releases you,
I promise you the full extent of the government's protections.
Protection?
What are we talking about here?
I was just trying to be of help.
You're not here out of the kindness
of your heart, Mr. Donovan.
You're here 'cause we've got enough
to put you in Lompoc for ten years.
Take out your phone.
Excuse me, everyone, um, it's such a pleasure
to have so many new faces here tonight in our home,
and we're so happy for both of you,
and we know that this is a start of a beautiful family
with lots of beautiful children.
- Mm-hmm. - All right, slow down.
Sláinte.
Ray?
What?
Fucking say something. You're the best man.
Ahem.
Uh...
Bunchy, I love you.
You're my brother.
Um, it's been, you know,
uh, a short engagement,
but we're all very happy for you.
Sláinte.
What the fuck's going on with you?
What do you think of Teresa?
I like her. I think she's a badass.
Ray, she loves Bunchy.
Look at her with him.
Ray. Still up?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
That was fun, huh?
- What's that? - What the fuck was that?
Shit.
What are you doing?
- Hey! - Fucking got to get out!
Hey! Terry!
What happened?
You were sleeping. You all right?
Oh.
- Oh, Jesus. - You all right?
Can you get out please? Oh, Jesus Christ!
- Terry. - Ray,
go grab some clean sheets.
Terry, you're fucking fine. You had too much to drink
at the party. You're fine.
Listen, let me do that.
Come here.
You're all right, Terry.
You're all right.
Come here. It's all right.
Just breathe.
Iris, where are you with the Finney vetting?
The NFL's getting impatient.
I'm getting hung up on this minority stakeholder
Varick Strauss.
- Why? - Guy won't respond
to any phone calls or emails,
supposedly on vacation in Belize.
If he is, he's using cash.
The NFL's up my ass.
If you want to sign off on it, fine,
but I'm going on record that I can't find him.
Shit. All right.
Stick what's-his-name on it. That's what he used to do.
His cubicle smells like Lubriderm.
Come on. The NFL loves guys with his kind of background.
I need extra eyes on some prospective NFL owners.
I'll send over the materials.
Teresa's family came back clean,
just a couple dings on the wrestling troop.
Yeah, in Dallas,
they stayed at a Super 8 motel
for a couple of months.
They slipped out on the bill.
Albuquerque... they got some money off some locals,
told them they would be investors
on a show that never happened.
So they're a crew?
No, I wouldn't say that. Just small-time stuff.
- What about Teresa? - Right, I checked.
There's nothing on her.
Check again.
Can I just say what I think you're doing
is really fucked up?
You can say whatever the hell you want.
He's still my fucking brother.
Am I early?
You know this is a stupid idea, right?
Maybe.
First a bar for your wife.
Now you're gonna give your short-bus brother 1.4 mil?
If I'd known you were gonna throw this money away,
I would've embezzled it from you.
He's getting married, Harriet.
Oh, that suddenly makes him Warren Buffet?
- No, but he's still my... - May I suggest
that we treat this wedding as an experiment
and revisit the topic in a couple of months or years?
Will you just look into it for me?
Fine.
Thank you.
What?
I think I fucking like you.
I think you like fucking me.
So what's the difference?
I need a ride to Burbank.
No, Chelle, forget that.
Take the day off, stay with me.
With what money, motherfucker?
So Daryll's deejaying tonight?
So?
So I saw his play list.
What? What's wrong with it?
Eh, a lot of KC & The Sunshine Band.
He did grow up in Palm Springs.
What the fuck do you expect?
All right, we need four cases of Tecate.
All I'm saying is the only black artist
I saw was Seal.
"I've been kissed by a rose."
Isn't that just sad?
I hope you're not driving.
He's got Parkinson's, you fucking cunt.
It's good to have a Southie bitch on your side.
It's good to have an opportunity to be one.
♪ That's the way uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ I like it, uh-huh, uh-huh
both: ♪ That's the way uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
♪ I like it uh-huh, uh-huh ♪
Where the fuck are you, Mickey?
Gold-chain-wearing, saggy-toothed motherfucker.
What's the deal? We shutting it down?
Fuck no!
Forgot this.
This is what we got on the missing fellow.
Thank you. Iris, I just...
I just want to thank you for this.
It's a good opportunity, and...
Come on, Iris, we're gonna miss our reservation.
You didn't want to come with us, did you?
You are a worthwhile human being.
You have a healthy attitude towards sex.
You are a beautiful... you are a flawed man.
Yeah, that price I told you was just for me,
but you want me to do your friend,
it's gonna be double, a'ight?
It's open.
Nice place Mick's got here.
Come with the hookers?
There's a guy getting a blowjob in the parking lot.
Jesus.
Really?
Hey, you think this is a little long in the legs?
They're perfect, Bunch.
How you feeling?
I don't know.
I thought I was gonna be more nervous,
but the truth is, I kind of can't believe
I get to see her every day for the rest of my life.
Bunch, we got to talk about something.
What's up?
Normally your father would do this sort of thing,
but we both know that's not gonna fucking happen, so...
Okay.
What is it?
Uh...
Marriage is a very long time, Bunch.
I know that, Ray.
And you've known this girl, what, like, a month?
So?
Well, I just want to make sure she's someone you can trust.
Well, she is.
Yeah?
Well, this crew she runs with,
they're up to some shady shit.
- How do you know that? - Look, Bunch, I didn't...
What did you do, Ray?
What did you do?
I ran a background check on them.
Of course you did.
I ran a fucking background check on them.
I want you to go into this thing with your eyes open.
Bullshit.
It's not about her.
It's about you.
You can't stand that I might make
a fucking decision by myself.
Bunch, I...
Mickey Donovan? Police.
Open up.
What the fuck's going on?
- Back, back, back! - Get on the ground! Get down!
Hands up! Put your hands up!
Which one of you's Brendan Donovan?
Don't say anything.
- Don't move. - Mr. Donovan?
I'm only gonna ask you once,
and then I'm gonna charge you.
Where's your father?
I don't know.
- Bring them in. - Please...
What are the charges?
...it's my wedding day.
What are you charging him with?
Relax. What are the fucking charges?
Stay back, or you're going too!
Bunch, don't say anything, all right?
- Yeah. - Ray Donovan?
Racketeering and prostitution?
My brother's not a pimp.
- Sure he is. - Bullshit.
Mr. Donovan, as long as I've been handling your father,
Brendan's been working for him.
I've got him on 17 counts
of pimping and pandering.
That's seven years with good behavior if I charge him.
You want to use him to go after my father.
What if I can find him?
How are you gonna do that?
If I find him and bring him back to you,
will you let my brother go?
You want to trade your brother for your dad?
Any day of the fucking week.
Okay, Mr. Donovan, bring your father in,
and I'll let the groom go.
Can I talk to him first?
Two minutes, then you're on your way.
You're pimping for Mick?
Selling drugs?
You know how much time you could get for this shit?
Go fuck yourself, Ray.
- Leave me alone. - Leave you alone?
You mean leave you in jail.
That's what you really mean, right?
I'll handle it.
What the fuck were you thinking, huh?
Seriously, I want to know what was going through
your fucking head when you decided
to run prostitutes and sell drugs for Mickey.
- I needed a job. - You needed a job.
Oh, that's... Well, that makes sense.
You needed a job. Of course.
How about fucking Pizza Hut, Bunch, huh?
You can't trust him.
When are you gonna figure that out?
I'm not in here because of Mickey.
No?
I'm in here because of you.
Oh, give me a fucking break.
Because you hold my money over my head
and make me feel like a piece of shit for even asking for it.
That's what this is about, your fucking money?
Why don't you just be a fucking man?
Be a man and say it to my face, huh?
- Say what? - You think I'm a fucking child.
You are a fucking child, Bunch, look at you!
Like I'm some kind of cripple, like a little kid.
It's my fucking money, Ray.
Who cares about your fucking money?
Seriously, who gives a fuck
about your fucking money right now?
Can you get me out of here?
I'm gonna try.
I don't want Teresa to leave me.
Come in.
Anyone follow you?
No.
Why are you acting so weird?
I got what was in the freezer and the mattress.
That's good. This is good.
Where are you going?
I'm not sure exactly.
South of the border somewhere.
Aruba, maybe.
When are you coming back?
I...I'm really not sure yet.
Will you bring me a present?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Here, I got something for you right now.
Isn't that cute?
What am I supposed to do with this?
It's something for you to remember me by.
All right.
See you in the next life.
You really got to go?
Yeah.
You've been good to us, all things considered.
Thanks.
It's been nice knowing you, Mick.
Thank you.
I want you to quit.
What?
I want you to quit.
Quit what?
This, the whole...
You know, the hooker thing.
- Uh-huh. - No, come on, Michelle.
I'm serious.
Look, I got some things in the works.
I got enough dough for the both of us.
No, thanks.
Okay, so you're trying to tell me that you enjoyed that?
You enjoy your job?
Bunchy, he's getting married...
Oh, you don't want to bring a hooker to a church, is that it?
No, babe, that's not what I'm saying.
Daryll, I like you,
and I can like you and like making money.
I have the ability to do both.
You got Mickey Donovan.
Leave a message.
Your son's in prison.
Call me back, you prick.
Who are you?
I'm a friend of Mickey's.
Where is he?
He said we could have whatever we want.
I don't care.
Where is he?
He moved.
Audrey.
Where'd he move to?
He left this morning
with about 10,000 bucks and a passport.
That's all I know.
Come on, baby.
You know my brother Bunchy?
A little.
I know Daryll better.
Yeah, I could live downtown.
- Sugar Ray. - Where are you?
You know, just out and about.
I'll be at the church in, like, 20 minutes.
I'll meet you there.
Damn.
That was pathetic.
It's your turn.
I'll go in a minute.
Come on, don't start.
Are you worried somebody's gonna see us?
Yes, because they might get the wrong idea.
I don't know why you insist on acting
like there's nothing there.
I'm not gonna tell anybody.
There's nothing to tell.
But you want to take oxy and go bowling with me?
Yes.
And that's all I want.
So we're just drug buddies, then?
I guess.
Bridget, don't.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Tell Brendan we're in the back.
He's not here.
Where is he? We need him for the photos.
Why aren't you with him?
Looks like he's gonna miss the photos.
Excuse me?
Is something wrong?
No, he's just...
Everything's fine.
He'll be here.
Okay.
I guess we can do the photos after, then.
Cheer up.
Everything's gonna be fine.
Hey, Ray.
- I got to talk to you. - Okay.
Hey, babe, I'll catch up.
- What's up? - Where the fuck is Mick?
- I don't know. - Bullshit.
Look, I said I don't know, Ray.
They raided his house, took Bunchy to jail instead.
You know about that?
- Huh? - Took Bunchy? Why?
You know why... you're his fucking partner, aren't you?
- Ray... - Huh?
- Let's not do this here. - Do what?
You know, your partner's ratting to the LAPD?
Did you know about that, you dumb fuck?
What?
You got one shot to get this right, Daryll.
Don't you fuck it up.
Who's he ratting on?
It's the Minassians,
Armenian mafia.
Mickey's been getting money from them for a while now.
Jesus Christ.
Wait, if he skipped out on the cops, man, he's already gone.
What are we gonna do?
Where are you going?
Hi.
Welcome to the Octopus Inn.
No vacancies.
I'm sorry, I'm looking for a guy
who might be staying here,
might have been with a lady and a little girl?
Name's Mickey Donovan.
Hm.
Sorry, your friend's staying someplace else.
He could've used a different name.
Old guy, tall, gray hair,
would've checked in this morning?
I didn't work this morning.
Is there anything else I can help you with?
No, that's all right.
Hello.
Get up.
You're coming with me.
Where?
You know where.
Muncie?
I'm not going, Ray.
I'm not missing another one of my sons' weddings.
There's not gonna be a wedding, Mick.
She arrested Bunchy,
gonna charge him with racketeering and prostitution
if I don't bring you in.
She did that? That bitch.
What were you thinking, Mick, huh?
Slip in the back door of that chapel, then what?
Mexico, Nicaragua, what?
I go in there, what they want me to do,
I'm fucking dead.
Move out of my way.
You're just gonna leave your son in prison, huh?
You can get him out.
- No, I can't. - Sure you can.
You did it with Terry. It's what you do.
I can't get him out unless I bring you in, Mick.
Move out of my way.
Yeah, sure.
Go ahead, Mick.
Do what you always do.
Make a run for it.
Let's go.
Give it to me.
Tell me you didn't take any more of these.
You don't have to worry about me.
Don't answer that.
Hi, Mom.
Where the hell are you?
Admit you're attracted to me.
I am not going to tell you that.
Bridget? Are you there?
Say it.
What's going on? Where are you?
I am attracted to you.
Sorry, Mom, I'm at school. Lost track of time.
Can you pick me up?
30 minutes.
- Do you mind? - No, sure.
Wow. Look at you.
So?
You look hot.
Thanks.
You got to stop working for Mick.
Take a left on Figueroa.
He's doing dangerous shit.
Promise me, Bunch.
I know it's dangerous, and I know if you give me the money,
Teresa could take it from me,
or I could lose it.
So give it to me or don't, but you're not gonna tell me
what to do anymore.
Are you kidding me?
We're gonna be late.
We'll be fine.
You fucking high?
Are you fucking retarded?
Bridget!
Put that on.
She may not even let me in there.
They may shoot me on sight.
I want this on record that I warned you.
Oh, shit.
- Where's the camera? - Best if you don't know.
If you mess with it, they might notice.
Yeah, and kill me before you get what you need.
Wow, you look beautiful.
Where the fuck have you been?
I'm sorry I worried you.
Look at your fucking socks.
I knew you'd forget.
Got you an extra pair.
Now get your head on straight.
I need a minute, okay?
Sure.
Mr. Donovan.
You are very brave to come back here.
Let's say I'm sorry
and that I think the actions you took...
were fair.
Can I...
I had a good month.
Very good month, I see.
Half of that is your cut,
and the other half is for some goods
that I heard you might be trying to move.
- Is that so? - Yeah.
I had a good month,
looking to expand,
having girls that can't leave makes sense.
And who did you hear about these girls from?
Well, I...
I hate to break it to you, Mrs. Minassian,
but your boys don't exactly follow the code of silence.
Look, if it's not true, okay.
I just spend a couple of afternoons
scouting the strip clubs like everyone else.
Prices at the bottom.
Ivan's girls, highest quality.
They're quite something.
Whoever eats of the bread
and drinks of the cup
in an unworthy manner
will be guilty of the body and blood of the Lord.
But let a man examine himself,
and so let him eat of the bread
and drink of the cup.
We can't take communion.
It's a fucking cracker.
Where's Mickey?
Should I text him?
And who did you hear about these girls from?
Well, I... I hate to break it to you,
Mrs. Minassian, but your boys
don't exactly follow the code of silence.
My sister, my brother,
you have given your consent before God
and before the church.
What God has joined together,
let no one ever separate.
Amen.
May the Lord bless these rings in the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Amen.
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and Gentlemen, have your attention?
Welcome to the after party, and again,
congratulations to my brother and his beautiful wife.
Let's hear it for them.
Okay, we're gonna get things started off right.
I also want you to give it up for the best man.
Ray?
Hello, again. Uh...
I...I remember this one time when we were kids,
Bunchy was running around outside,
and he tripped and hit his head
on this nail that was sticking out of the side of the building,
and he stumbles over to me and Terry, blood everywhere,
big gash on his forehead,
and Mom wasn't home, so we had to pick you up, Bunch,
and run you to the doctor which was pretty far.
Bunch was a chunky kid.
So, uh...
Anyway, we never did get a hold of Mom,
so we just sat with you there all day.
And one of the nurses from the hospital there,
she called me your "little protector" because when
you cried out when you were getting the stitches,
I yelled at the doctor,
"You're killing him, you bastard."
Maybe I got carried away.
Sometimes I do.
Bunch, you're always gonna be my kid brother,
but that doesn't mean I'm always gonna be right.
I realize now how much Teresa cares about you,
how strong she is.
She's a fighter, Bunch,
and I think everybody here can vouch for that.
It just feels right looking at the two of you together
because I know you're gonna protect each other.
To your happiness.
Yeah, go for it.
I knew it!
You all right?
I didn't know you remembered that stuff.
Of course I do.
I love you, Bunch.
I love you, Ray.
I got something for you.
It's not your wedding present.
- No? - No.
What'd you get me?
Standing mixer.
What the fuck is that?
I don't know, some kitchen shit.
Abby picked it out.
Thank you, Ray.
Congratulations.
It's time for the first dance, you guys, so I need everyone
to clear the floor for the bride and groom.
♪ ...my heart
♪ You own my soul
♪ And I feel empty inside ♪
♪ When you are not home
♪ And I can't stop loving you ♪
♪ Even if I tried to ♪
♪ 'Cause you're the one for me ♪
♪ My baby blue
♪ Oh
♪ My sweet love
♪ I'd give you the world ♪
♪ If I could put it on your ♪
♪ Finger, girl ♪
How'd it go?
I'm fucked.
They made me wear a wire.
In three days,
I'm supposed to buy sex slaves
off a cargo container in San Pedro.
They know my face, Ray.
They're gonna kill me.
You considered suicide?
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
Can you help me?
What?
I need help.
Please.
Go say "congratulations" to your son.
This is my slow jam.
What the fuck is going on with Bridge?
Is she on drugs?
Could be.
Bunchy got bad into that around her age.
Shit.
Should I say something to Ray?
I'll keep an eye on her.
Thanks.
♪ Baby
♪ I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray ♪
This song's not that bad.
- Come on. - Oh, please.
No.
- No, thanks. - Terry, you don't say
"No, thanks" when a pretty lady asks you to dance.
♪ A light hits the gloom on the gray ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la
♪ La, la, la, la la, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la, la
♪ There is so much a man can tell you ♪
Hey. Hey, son.
Hey, Pop.
Look, I just want to tell you...
Mick...
I'm feeling really good right now.
Don't ruin my night, okay?
Sure, kid.
I just wanted to say congratulations,
and she's a hell of a lucky girl.
Thanks.
♪ And the light that you shine ♪
♪ Can be seen
♪ Baby
♪ I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray ♪
♪ Ooh, the more I get of you
♪ The stranger it feels, yeah
♪ Now that your rose is in bloom ♪
♪ A light hits the gloom on the gray ♪
Adios!
I wish Mom could've seen this.
I know, son.
You need help cleaning up?
No, we got it.
All right, then.
Lena, I want you to look into somebody for me.
Last name's Minassian.
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Fuck me.
♪ Punish us This is the evil that men do ♪
♪ In the end, you sin and that's when he can send you ♪
♪ Punish us This is the evil that men do ♪
♪ In the end, you sin and that's when he can send you ♪
♪ I started out not a thought just a seed that was swimming ♪
♪ Unconscious father didn't bother ♪
♪ He gon' breed with his women ♪
♪ I'm unprotected from the start ♪
♪ How you think I'm gon' end? ♪
♪ Don't you know you played a part,
♪ There's a message you send ♪
♪ Give me a chance while I'm young, be a part of the mold ♪
♪ I know the cycle You don't like you ♪
♪ So your heart isn't gold ♪
♪ I know it's tarnished Be a man about it ♪
♪ Honor your promise, the one you gave to mama ♪
♪ You knew she'd let you get on her ♪
♪ Selfish acts of men leave a child to ponder ♪
♪ Does absence really make the heart grow fonder? ♪
♪ And now I wander these streets ♪
♪ And I'm hungry for fame ♪
♪ I love my mama, but I'm still gon' need to bond with a man ♪
♪ An exercise in daily cries for help ♪
♪ Masked within violence
♪ In petty crime there's no silence ♪
♪ I'm all alone on this island ♪
♪ With all the rage that's within me, ♪
♪ And all the might that I'm faking ♪
♪ I'm just a beacon of light ♪
♪ A soldier that's ripe for the taking ♪
♪ Punish us This is the evil that men do ♪
♪ In the end, you sin, and that's when he can send you ♪
♪ Punish us This is the evil that men do ♪
♪ In the end, you sin, and that's when he can send you ♪
♪ Now I'm a young man looking for acceptance ♪
♪ When the reps came and offered me this necklace ♪
♪ Change the signify, rep your hood, semper fi ♪
♪ Got a job? Never mind Here's a gun, ever fire? ♪
♪ Be a liar but I'm blind by the flash of the steel ♪
♪ And the wire and the cash and the caps I can peel ♪
♪ I feel the stories building like when you in your heyday ♪
♪ And you got this AK that you used to spray ♪
♪ Pray, mayday
♪ You think you gonna get in great shape ♪
♪ With your lonely paid rates... ♪