[Ray] Previously on Ray Donovan...
Where are you with the Finney vetting?
I'm getting hung up on this minority stakeholder
Varick Strauss... I can't find him.
[man] Stick what's-his-name on it.
That's what he used to do.
Rhonda, Ed Cochran here. Listen.
I'm gonna need some credit card records.
My name is Avi Rudin.
I need access to my unit here, but I forgot my key.
[Ray] Av, you think you can break into Dybek
and slave a computer for me?
[Avi] Sure.
Another A, Miss Donovan. Nice work.
Mmm, Greg,
your order derivatives make me so fucking wet.
[class gasps]
I spoke with Janet and her parents, and they're willing
to let Rossmore handle disciplinary actions.
[woman] We'll notify you once
the disciplinary committee has met this afternoon.
"General signs of cognitive deterioration
consistent with a diagnosis of Alzheimer's."
Dr. Singh recommends establishing a conservatorship,
so I'll process a declaration of non compos mentis.
Non fucking what?
Power of attorney.
You're gonna do whatever I tell you to do,
or I'm gonna put you in the worst shithole I can find.
You motherfucker.
You did all this just to get one over on me.
You got to leave LA.
Don't wear this in public till next week.
Dybek recommended us to the NFL,
and they're announcing us Monday.
If you're gonna do that, have a little sensitivity.
- Do what? - Don't fucking bring her here.
You're a good man, Terry.
Yeah. Good night.
Hello.
[Finney] I thought you covered your tracks.
- I did. - So why are you in my bathroom
warning me about some ex-head of the FBI
that might cause trouble?
[knock at door]
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[popcorn popping]
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[♪ mysterious music]
Nice place, Ray.
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It's bad.
It's very bad.
[sighs]
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[cell phone clicking, dialing rapidly]
[phone line trills]
- Yeah? - You're good to go.
There is another way to handle this, Mr. Cochran.
What's that?
Everybody forgets about Varick Strauss
and you end up a multimillionaire.
I see.
So name your number.
I already told you what I want, Mr. Finney.
Unless you want to go to jail,
you'll do exactly what we agreed to.
[cell phone rings]
Yeah.
Cochran just gave cops location of the body, boss.
Motherfucker.
Yeah, LAPD Tip Submit.
Had it down to a two-mile radius.
You're gonna have to move it.
I knew you were going to say that.
It's an anonymous tip.
Don't worry. You got time.
Tell Lena to get that thing out of the fucking storage unit.
You got it.
Morning.
We need to talk about Bridget.
What about her?
She got in a fight.
My daughter's marriage was falling apart,
and my son-in-law, Varick Strauss,
was making threats.
Against your daughter?
Against the whole family.
He was raving, wouldn't leave the house.
So I called Ray and got him to come over to talk to him.
That's Ray Donovan?
He was doing security for me at the time.
And you just wanted him to talk to Varick?
- What else? - I don't know.
Maybe you told him to beat him up.
Mr. Finney is not a suspect, Detective.
Oh, it's okay. He's doing his job.
I'm here to answer all questions.
No, I wanted Ray to negotiate
a generous financial settlement with Varick.
So they went in the study,
and about 15 minutes later, I heard this enormous crash.
And that's when you ran into the study?
And found Ray standing over Varick's body
with a poker in his hand.
Mr. Finney, there's a question we have to ask.
Mr. Finney is not under oath and is not obligated to answer.
You want to know why I didn't come and see you before?
Yes.
He threatened to kill me.
So why didn't you come to the police?
I believed him. He's a very capable man.
Mr. Finney, thank you.
That's all we need.
Hmm.
Thank you, gentlemen.
[door opens]
- [door closes] - Guy's not innocent.
Very least, he paid Donovan to do it.
Donovan's a knuckle-dragging thug.
- Mr. Finney... - Pillar of the community.
Friend of the department.
Yeah. I got it.
- I'm sorry. - Sorry doesn't cut it, Bridge.
You can't go around punching people.
- What? - She started it.
What'd she say?
She was accusing me of things that weren't true.
- [doorbell rings] - What things?
Should I get that?
No, answer me. What'd she say?
It doesn't matter what they were fighting about
or what was said.
You should have walked away, right?
- Right. I'm sorry. - [doorbell rings]
Conor!
[doorbell rings]
Hey!
I thought you said you weren't gonna say anything.
You've been suspended. I had to give him something.
[doorbell rings]
Hey. Don't you hear the door?
Can I go to Grandpa's going-away party?
- What? - He's moving.
- So what? - Can I go?
[doorbell rings]
- Yeah? - Ray Donovan?
- Yeah. - Jeff Barker, LAPD.
What can I do for you, Captain?
Working on a missing-person case... Varick Strauss.
- You worked with him, right? - Yeah.
Okay, great.
May I come in?
Look, my chief's got a bug up his ass
because the father-in-law carries
so much water in this town.
If this is inconvenient for you, maybe you could come downtown.
I got a few things I'd like to show you.
- Sure. - Okay, great.
It's the police administration building on Spring.
- You need directions? - I know where it is.
Okay.
See you, then.
What's that about?
[sighs] Varick Strauss went missing.
You know something about it?
He took some money. It'll be fine.
When your girlfriend came by last night,
she didn't seem too concerned about her missing husband.
She's not my fucking girlfriend, Abbs.
You honestly expect me to believe you haven't fucked her?
So Grandpa's having this barbecue,
and Uncle Terry doesn't want to go.
Can you make Bridget drive me?
She's grounded.
Well, then can you?
Yeah, but I'm not staying.
- Hey, Mick, it's just us. - Hey.
What the fuck is that?
You said ten pounds.
Hamburger, not turkey meat.
Well, turkey's better for you.
All right.
Fuck it.
Listen, Mick, we got to talk about Reno.
Oh, I got it all mapped out.
Found us a great little place on Zillow.
If we get bigger, we can expand to Carson City.
Give the Bunny Ranch a run for its money.
But Audrey's career is just getting started.
We've been through all that business.
One broken promise after another.
This town's no good for her.
Actually, she just got a job
playing a little girl with leukemia.
- It's a short film for USC. - [cell phone rings]
She's got a little bald cap and everything.
I got to take this.
Yeah, Ray?
What's this I hear about a party?
Yeah, I'm firing up the grill, having a few beers.
You want to come over, say good-bye?
No, I don't want to fucking say good-bye.
I want you out.
Look, I'm leaving.
Leaving this afternoon as we agreed.
We said this morning.
You want to pack the truck for me?
I'm leaving, and I want to say good-bye to my family.
I want you gone by tonight. You hear me?
It's enough already, Mick.
[line clicks]
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[Mickey] Girls.
Hey, guys, guys.
What are you doing, fucking around?
You got to stack this shit.
We thought you were gonna do that.
Oh, yeah? It can't be all over loose like this.
It's got to be tight. Here.
Get some boxes, and then you come back and pack 'em.
- Here. - Yeah.
- There you go, Cindy. - All right.
Hey, hey, look who's here.
- Thanks for coming. - What happened to you?
Oh, little altercation.
How was the honeymoon?
You didn't tell me your boy was afraid of the ocean.
He ain't afraid of nothing. Are you?
We had a good time.
Pismo, huh?
Yeah. He ate too much. I drank too much.
Good for you, toots.
So what are you... you're really leaving?
Well, you know, I kind of used this town up a little,
so I'm looking for a little more glitz.
I'm going to Reno.
Just like that?
Well, I'm sorry you find us so boring.
That's one hell of a truck you got there.
22-inch rims, Alpine subs, Kicker amp.
My boy Rico hooked us up.
I'm glad you're treating yourself.
That's what money's for, son.
I'm gonna fire up the grill,
and I hope you're ready for some manual labor
'cause as you can see, I'm hardly packed.
I can barely handle my life in this house with Ray
lying to me all the time, never mind fucking Bridget.
Ray's still lying to you?
Yeah.
You see that woman come by here last night?
He expects me to believe he's not fucking her.
It's like Fatal Attraction.
I bet she wasn't wearing any panties.
[laughs]
That was Basic Instinct.
[both laugh]
Ray's just like my old man was with my mom...
too caught up in his own bullshit
to realize how beautiful she was.
That didn't happen.
Right.
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I spent most of that day, uh...
at the Fish and Wildlife Center with Commissioner Miller.
You see Varick Strauss at all?
No.
Hear anything about where he might have gone?
No.
Did he ever say anything to you
about wanting to visit Central America?
We didn't have that kind of relationship.
I see.
At the end of the day you went straight home, right?
Yeah.
Then what?
Fell asleep on the couch watching TV.
What's your relationship like with his wife...
- Paige Finney? - Professional.
Ever threaten a member of the Finney family?
No.
Look, my lawyer is on his way over here.
I think I should probably wait for him
before I answer any more of your questions.
I got a statement here from the old lady, Charlotte.
Says you forced her to perform an act of fellatio
on you at gunpoint.
[laughs] I'm just fucking with you.
No, you didn't go straight home that day.
You were right here...
in the mountains outside Santa Clarita.
Now, what were you doing there?
- [door opens] - That's it. Show's over.
Mr. Donovan is finished with you now.
Ray, let's go.
Andrew Finney was in three hours ago
telling the Chief of Police you killed the guy.
Ray, don't.
You tell Finney he's got one chance to stop this.
If you give yourself up,
I promise they'll go easy on you.
Fuck you.
Tell him to walk it back.
Okay, I would have handled that a little differently.
Well, has he been arrested?
They're processing the evidence, but I do know
they're gonna want to talk to you before they charge him.
Well, what about the business? How much trouble are we in?
Oh, nothing that can't be fixed.
There's a mountain of favors owed me in this town,
and if we do lose the team, since you are now in charge,
I'll let you decide where to reinvest the money.
- Really? - Yeah.
But, Paige, I do need you to go to the police
and back up my story as soon as possible.
I mean, Windsor will set it up for you.
- I don't know anything. - You knew what he was after.
You're the one who hired him.
And you're the one that slept with him.
You were training him to take Varick's place.
You were building him up into something that he wasn't.
Your fucking monster, not mine.
[cell phone rings]
- Yeah? - You're not gonna like this.
What?
Poker's gone.
- Cochran. - Yeah, it's Cochran.
He probably gave it to the cops.
No, they would have held me if he did.
I'll call you back.
You're gonna need a criminal lawyer...
today.
[scoffs] Of course.
[Abby] You sure you don't want me to stay?
Yeah, I'm good.
All right, well, get Bunch to drop you off, yeah?
Okay.
Abby, come on in, have a hot dog.
Hey.
Today's not the day.
Come on, I'm moving to Reno.
You can't spare 45 minutes, say good-bye?
I'm sorry.
I'm just not in the mood for a party.
I get it.
It's an hour's flight from Burbank,
for fuck sakes, Mick.
Bye.
[Conor] Wow.
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Do I know you?
Yeah, Conor.
We hooked up at that party, remember?
Maybe we could go to the movies sometime.
Sure. 200 bucks.
I mean, I could buy your ticket,
but I don't think it's gonna be 200.
No, the 200 is for me.
That's the price.
Conor.
Why don't you go upstairs, help Bunchy with the boxes?
All right.
Cindy, that's my grandson.
[door opens]
[whistling]
[stops whistling]
Where's the poker?
What, you're gonna shoot me now? Huh?
Fuck yourself, you Irish piece of shit.
Aah! God damn!
Where is the poker?
Fuck!
Come on, give it to me.
You better be careful.
[Bunchy] Come on, Con. Let's go.
Hey, Bunch, have you seen Michelle?
- Nah, I ain't seen her. - Okay, you see that bitch,
- come get me. - What happened?
A $600 Uber bill's what happened.
Daryll, where's my Caddy?
- Daryll? - Hey.
Why's my shit in boxes?
- We're moving to Reno, kiddo. - Reno?
Yeah, biggest little city in the world.
See, in Reno, we'll be a big fish in a small pond.
Between our LA girls and my East Coast sophistication,
they won't know what hit 'em.
In fact, LA Girls ain't a bad name.
Oh, this guy.
I'm sorry to tell you, Pop, but I'm not going to Reno.
Sure you are. We're partners.
Get off me.
I've been a fucking idiot.
I spent my whole life waiting for you
to get out of prison and be my father.
Done everything you asked me to do, everything,
and now messing with you, I owe the IRS money
and got the Armenian Mafia coming after me.
They got no people in Reno.
I looked into it.
You don't get it, do you?
You know what I want, Mick?
I want a car, a job, and a normal life
and a woman who, when she says she's bringing me coffee,
brings me coffee instead of stealing my money
and taking your car.
Who... who... whose car?
You can go to Reno if you want,
but my black ass ain't coming.
Whose car?
Ow! Shit!
You know, I believe that God brought you back to me, Ray.
No, I do. I mean, look at you.
You're going down for the one fucking murder
you didn't commit.
I mean, that's divine retribution.
Aah-ha!
Ow! Shit!
Where's the poker?
Have you checked your ass, Ray?
Ow!
W-what'd you think was gonna happen?
What, did you think you'd be sitting at the Super Bowl
in a skybox with the Finneys, sipping Cristal
while Beyoncé shakes her ass for you down on the field?
Ow! Fuck!
You know, I have bolt cutters in the van.
I can cut off his testicles.
Please, take my balls, okay?
All they ever caused me was trouble.
Fuck you, Ray.
All right, all right, all right! It's in your apartment!
It's in the heating vent in the bedroom, okay?
But I already called the cops, so you're too fucking late.
Even if you get there on time, Ray,
it's still your word against Andrew Finney's.
Who's gonna believe you?
You're a fucking nobody.
You fucking moron!
[grunting and muffled shouts]
[pounding on door]
[Barker] Ray Donovan, we have a warrant to search the premises!
[pounding on door]
Open up, or we're knocking this door down.
[woman speaking indistinctly over police radio]
[engine revving, tires squealing]
Have a seat. This shouldn't take long.
Take all the time you need.
What happened here?
I don't recall.
You recognize that face?
That is a picture taken of Varick Strauss
driving into Mexico on his way to Belize,
but that's not Varick, is it?
- Hard to tell. - Really?
'Cause his name is Avi Rudin,
and he's worked for you for 15 years.
Still not ringing any bells?
It's a pretty grainy picture.
[man] Captain.
Didn't find what you're looking for?
You can keep that.
Maybe something will come back to you.
All right, guys, let's go.
- Where you going? - Oh, hey.
I'm... I'm going over to my friend Debbie's to grab my homework.
Why doesn't she bring it here?
She doesn't have a car.
- Does your mom know? - Yeah, she knows.
Why don't we call her now and see?
[cell phone beeps, beeping]
[line trilling]
- Hey, Terry. - We got a problem.
What is it, kiddo?
Cindy, that girl I met at the Internet party...
she's a prostitute, isn't she?
She sure is, son.
You think I still have a shot with her?
You're a romantic like me.
Conor, you had your first experience,
and you're a man now.
I'm gonna give you some advice.
It's good advice.
Stay away from sex workers till you're older.
Okay?
Hey.
Grandpa, you can't leave.
I'm sorry, Con.
I have to for many reasons.
Dad doesn't talk to me like you do.
- Oh, no? - No, not at all.
At least it doesn't feel like it.
Go grab us a couple of beers. I'll be right down.
These three boxes of porno are the last of your stuff.
Those tapes been through a lot.
Your girl, Teresa, is nice.
Nice, but in marriage,
you got to be vigilant to keep an upper hand.
Pop.
I'm serious. You let her boss you around too much,
she'll run off with Rico the mechanic or something.
She's not going anywhere.
The way we talk to each other,
that's the way we both like it.
All right. You're progressive.
You know the reason we got that truck?
Teresa wants to fill it with kids.
Yeah! That's great.
- It's exciting. - You bet.
Scary.
Well, that's life.
Yeah.
I guess you're not gonna be around for it.
[exhales]
[laughter, indistinct chatter]
Daryll, Conor, come on out.
I got something to say.
Here.
What's up, Pop?
I haven't been completely honest with you...
about why I'm going away.
I'm... well, I've been scared to tell you the truth,
but I guess you're gonna find out anyway.
It's inevitable, so it's better you hear it from me.
What are you talking about, Pop?
I got Alzheimer's.
- What? - Here.
Take a look.
It's, uh, still in the early stages.
It's just a matter of time before I forget who you are,
and the real reason I'm going to Reno
is...
I don't want you guys to be there for that.
That's what family's for, Pop.
Let me see that.
Pop, if you're gonna be getting sick,
we want to make sure we're there for you.
I mean, Alzheimer's?
It's not just that.
You may think I'm paranoid,
but I'm afraid that when it gets real bad,
Ray's gonna lock me up in a home somewhere.
Wait a minute. Did he say that?
- Didn't have to. - Dad would never do that.
Mick, I mean, that sounds a little extreme, you know?
It's no secret Ray and I have a complicated relationship.
He's my son, and I love him, but I'm scared.
I'm scared that when I'm weak,
he's gonna take advantage of me.
I'm afraid to even talk to him about it.
[Bunchy] That... that's crazy.
I mean, that... No, this is fucked up.
I shouldn't have even said anything.
I'm gonna fire up the grill
and...
get this party going.
Bunch, did you know?
- I didn't... - Alzheimer's?
Sir, still no luck on that weapon.
Well, that's all right. Paige Finney's coming in.
She's prepared to corroborate her father's story.
One hour.
Let's make sure she feels welcome.
You shouldn't be here.
You told my mom that I stole your pills?
Do you realize I could be fucking put in jail
for ten years at least,
and then when I get out, I'd be registered as a sex offender?
We didn't even do anything.
It's enough to ruin my life.
I don't want to ruin your life. I don't want that.
I just want to be with you.
Bridget, it's in your head.
It's not in my head.
I love you.
Jesus Christ.
I know you want me.
I know you want to be with me.
But I can't. You know that.
I'll be 18 in six months.
You have to go.
[tires screeching]
You out of your fucking mind?
- You followed me? - Fucking right I did.
Get in the car.
[sighs]
[engine turning over]
- [tires screeching] - So what do you want to do?
Not sure yet.
Okay, I say we kill Cochran.
Put him in the incinerator with the evidence.
You guys, hold on.
Paige Finney's heading downtown right now to give her statement.
Shit. Stay here.
[tires squealing]
[cell phone rings]
Hey, kiddo.
Grandpa told us what's going on.
- He said he's sick. - What?
He's leaving because he thinks you're gonna
lock him up somewhere.
I told him you wouldn't do that,
but he doesn't believe me.
Conor, listen to me.
Let me talk to him. It's Bunchy.
He's not gonna be a burden at all, Ray, okay?
He's gonna live with Teresa and me.
We already decided.
Now, you got to talk to him.
He's not sick.
He showed us his diagnosis, Ray.
Bunch, put him on.
Oh.
Ray Ray.
I couldn't hide it from 'em. I felt like a liar.
Listen to me, you piece of shit.
I don't give a fuck what you told 'em.
You're leaving tonight. You hear me?
Oh, you don't have to say that, Ray.
Are you sure?
Mick, I'm not gonna tell you again.
- I'm not... - Okay, Ray. Bye-bye.
[line clicks]
Conor, thank you for making that call.
- What'd he say? - Yeah.
He told me not to go.
[laughter]
[muffled pop music plays on headphones]
[knock at door]
What do you want?
What's the matter with you?
Talk to me.
I don't have to talk to you.
You're breaking your mother's heart.
Why do you care so fucking much about my mother's heart, huh?
That's nice.
She's gonna tell Dad.
That's up to her.
If she does, he'll kill him.
And maybe he deserves it?
If anyone lays a hand on him,
you will never fucking see me again.
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[door closes]
[siren wailing in the distance]
Hey.
You're not going up there until we talk.
Paige.
I didn't kill your husband.
I know you didn't, Ray.
Is that what you're gonna tell the cops?
My father already went up there
and gave his statement to the police.
If I tell the truth, I'll always be known as the girl
whose daddy fucked her husband and then killed him.
What did he promise you, Paige?
Put me away and you get everything?
Let you run the company?
Huh?
You can go up there and tell 'em anything you want.
Your father's going down either way.
- What do you have? - All of it.
The body, weapon, Cochran.
Who do you think is more powerful in this town,
you or Andrew Finney?
I don't know.
Why don't you go up there and find out?
Or tell the truth and get it all.
Who knows? You play your cards right,
you might even keep the team.
You think that's all I care about.
[♪ dramatic music]
He hit him with a fireplace poker.
I saw the whole thing.
You're saying you were there for this?
I walked in, saw them both covered in blood.
♪
[screaming]
Ms. Finney...
...why would your father kill your husband?
♪
They were lovers.
Unsubstantiated accusations like that...
It's the truth.
♪
Are you protecting Ray Donovan?
Why would I do that?
Because you're afraid for your life.
We know he's threatened your family.
Who told you that, my dad?
We won't let him hurt you. You're safe here.
Ray didn't do it. My dad did.
- Ms. Finney... - What if I told you
where the body was, an exact location?
You'd be legally obligated to investigate it, right?
Of course.
♪
- [coughs] - Get me out of here! Come on!
Ray! Ray! Come on!
Get me out of here, man. Come on, man.
♪
Dad.
Paige. Darling. What is it?
I just wanted to stop by on my way home.
- I just gave my statement. - Oh, thank you.
Y-you...
We did the right thing.
♪
It'll all be over soon.
Well, the trial will be a terrible distraction,
but we'll come through it stronger than ever,
and I do want to apologize to you for what I said before.
You were right.
I did bring him into the family.
That's on me.
♪
Let me out of here, Ray. Ray! Ray!
♪
I'll take good care of the business, you know.
Of course you will, when the time comes.
[chuckles]
Never doubted that.
You've been a great mentor.
Well, I've made mistakes.
Everybody does.
Part of the territory.
But I mean on balance.
No, look where you are.
And look what you've done.
♪
You're being sentimental.
♪
Good-bye, Dad.
♪
[explosion]
♪
[siren wailing in the distance]
♪
End of the line, asshole.
Just get it over with, motherfucker.
[grunts]
You sure you want those to be your last words?
Fuck you, Ray.
All right, wait, wait.
Don't worry, Cochran.
You got the rest of your life to look forward to.
[tires squealing]
[sighs]
You think you're pretty fucking smart, don't you?
Not as smart as I used to be.
I got a brain disease.
You're gonna get in that fucking truck,
and you're gonna leave.
You hear me?
Or I'm taking you in.
Oh, yeah? Where?
Sunny Creek Medical Center.
Trust me, it's a real shithole.
I'm afraid I don't like, uh, either
of those options, Ray Ray.
Fuck you. Let's go.
They don't want me to go, Ray. You know why?
Because I make them feel good.
You don't make people feel good.
You make them feel small and shitty.
What are you gonna say to the family, Ray, huh?
Either you tricked their beloved grandfather
into signing away his rights,
or you're the kind of son
that dumps his demented old man in a nursing home.
Either way, they're gonna hate you.
Checkmate, Ralph.
Ralph, no. Randy?
I'm sorry. I forgot your name.
[♪ bluesy rock music]
♪
Don't take it personal. It's the Alzheimer's.
♪
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