[Ray] Previously on, "Ray Donovan"...
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Wanna talk about your father?
[tires screeching]
[boom]
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[Daryll] Hi!
I'm sorry about Mickey.
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[Mickey grunting]
‐ Hey! ‐ What the fuck?
‐ [commotion] ‐ [teen] Fuck this, man...
[people screaming]
I shot a fuckin' kid in the back.
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‐ Jasmine. ‐ Nice to meet you.
‐ The fuck... ‐ [lens snapping]
What the fuck? Who the fuck are you?
You need to honor the deal.
I got the D. A. ready to draw up an indictment.
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*RAY DONOVAN* Season 07 Episode 04
*RAY DONOVAN* Episode Title : "Hispes"
[machinery beeping]
[not audible]
[machine whirs]
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[sobbing softly]
Had one‐a these at work.
[sniffling]
[machine whirs]
[whirring]
There ya go.
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[beep]
[clunk, thud]
[clattering]
Thank you.
It's you?
Fucking come here?
‐ You fucking come here? ‐ I'm sorry.
Fuck your sorry!
He can't walk!
My son won't ever fucking walk again!
And you're fucking sorry.
You are fucking sor...
[sobs] You are fucking sorry!
‐ Get the fuck out! ‐ Ma'am, ma'am!
‐ Don't fucking touch me! ‐ Ma'am, I need you
to calm down.
‐ I swear to fucking... ‐ Hey, hey, hey, hey...
Get the fucking...
Get the hell... Get the fuck out!
I don't want you here!
[voice fading] Get the fuck out...
[tearfully] I'm sorry.
‐ [woman, distantly] Get out! ‐ I'm sorry.
[woman] Get off of me! Get off of me!
[low chatter]
[indistinct P. A. announcement]
Fuck that lady.
[guard] I mean, where was she
when her kid left the house with the gun?
When her little "miho" was rippin' that store off?
Shane.
Brendan.
We meet twice a week.
Talk about what's important.
Check it out.
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‐ [slam] ‐ [cop] Let's see your
‐ fuckin' hands! ‐ [man] Both‐a your fuckin'
hands... hands!
[cop] Got a warrant!
‐ [paper slaps] ‐ Here for the photo, Ray.
‐ [overlapping chatter] ‐ [police radio chatter]
It's not here.
[group, chanting] Om tare tuttare tare soha.
Om tare tuttare tare soha.
[chanting continues distantly]
Om tare tuttare tare soha.
[Terry] Oh, I'm, uh...
I'm s‐I'm sorry.
[Liberty] What for?
Well, I‐I was just going...
Come in.
[cane rattling]
Join me.
Uh, do I... do I have to take off my clothes?
Only if you'd like to.
Would you like to?
S‐sure.
Uh...
oh, it'll be worth the wait, I promise.
[small laugh]
[buckle clattering softly]
J‐just gimme a...
[sighs]
[hinges squeak]
[soft click]
Hey.
‐ [quietly] Hey. ‐ Mm.
You missed a good episode of Shark Tank.
[quietly] Oh, yeah? [sniffs]
[murmurs]
[inhales]
Mmm! [kissing]
Hey, not right now.
I just have been on my feet all day.
I smell gross.
I'm sorry.
It happens.
Well, that never happened before.
It's okay.
[whispers] Jesus.
We can just meditate together.
No, thank you.
[chanting continues distantly]
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[exhales]
[whispers] Hey, Ray.
Huh?
What the fuck happened?
[groans] Mm.
Cops.
I thought that was over.
It's not that.
[groans]
[exhales]
Hey.
Hey, can I ask you somethin'?
What?
You know, when you first got married,
h‐how long did, like, the happy part last?
What?
Ah, how long did everything feel good all the time?
‐ How long? ‐ Y‐You know what I mean.
‐ [Smitty, stammering] I mean... ‐ Ya all right?
Bridget just doesn't seem... interested.
"Interested."
Interested in havin' sex with me.
Oh, Jesus.
Ya wanna help me with this?
I mean, is‐I‐is that normal?
[clunk]
Did that ever happen with you and your wife?
‐ What? ‐ The sex thing.
[phone rings]
‐[beep] ‐ Yeah.
The police came to my place.
They went through everything.
They broke things, they went through
‐ my clothes. ‐ You all right?
[breathing hard]
‐ I'm fine. ‐ They get the memory card?
No, I gave it to Kevin. [breathing hard]
What should we do?
I'll take care of it.
[phone beeps]
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[background chatter]
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Mr. Donovan!
‐ He's expecting me. ‐ ♪ tense music ♪
[Feratti] It's celebrating homosexuality.
No, I don't hate the gays. I love the gays.
But they don't seem...
You wanna say somethin' to me, say it to my fuckin' face.
What are you talkin' about?
Tossin' my office.
Towin' my fuckin' car.
I have no idea what you mean by that... at all.
In fact, I don't think I even know you.
What's the number?
‐ The number... ‐ [papers rustling]
What... number
could you possibly mean?
[quietly] I'll talk to him.
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[seagulls calling]
Beautiful day, huh?
♪ Mellow R&B playing ♪
So Palm Springs...
‐ Mm‐hmm. ‐ How many black people
are even in Palm Springs?
‐ Four. ‐ [both laugh]
And that's includin' me and my mom.
‐ Mm, lord! ‐ Mm‐hmm, mm‐hmm.
And how many curious white girls
just threw themselves at you?
‐ Not many. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
Meanin' every girl in Palm Springs?
‐ Nah! ‐ Yah‐huh.
‐ Nuh‐uh. ‐ Don't lie to me.
[laughing]
Oh, Jasmine, I wouldn't lie to you.
[sucks teeth] Tch.
That's a lie.
Can I see you tonight?
Maybe.
Maybe?!
‐ Girl, what you mean, "maybe"? ‐ Maybe.
Come on, I'd... like to buy you a coffee.
‐ Ohh... ‐ Yeah. Then another coffee.
‐ [laughs] ‐ And then I'd like to
buy you a drink,
and then I wanna buy you dinner.
And that is no lie.
‐ [chuckles] ‐ [door clatters]
O... kay!
Don't you knock?
[Claudette] I can come back.
No, I'm just leaving.
I'm Jasmine, by the way.
I'm his mother.
Nice to meet you.
[door thuds shut]
Daryll, I bought you a ticket home.
Your father's gonna give you a call.
‐ Mickey? ‐ Allan, Daryll.
Allan.
Ma, Allan is not my father!
I just need you to listen to what he has to say.
Just listen.
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James, you know, I'm just thinkin', maybe...
maybe you should put a little flower in the chardonnay.
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[man] Oh, hey, hey, Mickey!
[man] Whoo!
[man] Jeff, come on!
[revelers whooping]
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[phone rings]
[beep]
‐ Yeah. ‐ [Adam] Kid's got herpes.
What?
Jonathan Walker Hanson? He's got herpes.
‐ [Ray] So? ‐ "So"?
I think he gave it to a lotta women.
Take him to a doctor.
There's these fucking guys outside
trying to serve him a subpoena.
‐ What for? ‐ What the fu‐fuck do I know?
They sent like process servers.
The kid's locked himself in the green room.
‐ What do you want me to do? ‐ Come here.
Get those guys to leave.
‐ I can't, not right now. ‐ What about Lena?
‐ She's outta town. ‐ Oh, fuck, man!
Try to hold 'em off... I'll get there as soon as I can.
[beep]
[phone rings]
[ringing]
‐ [sighs] ‐ [chime]
[text whoosh]
[ambient background noise]
[beep]
[line ringing]
‐ [click] ‐ Hi.
[Adam] Have you heard?
What's going on?
Jonathan's all over the news.
‐ Why? ‐ Uh, Google him.
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[Bridget] Oh, Jesus.
We have got an entire session booked today.
I'm already late with the record,
and we are trapped here with these fucking process servers.
Did you call my father?
He doesn't have time.
Uh, it's okay. I'll come myself.
[beep]
‐ [Smitty] Yeah? ‐ I need you to get
a blond wig.
‐ Smitty. ‐ Really?
‐ Yeah. ‐ Oh, cool.
Maybe we can do something to, uh, spice up our sex life.
Uh, short hair just like yours.
We just need you to sign the following affidavit
for your own protection.
And obviously to protect the chain from legal recourse.
What's it say?
Well, you had no choice but to discharge your weapon.
You had to protect yourself, your fellow employees,
and innocent customers.
So if we pay him $9 million,
he'll go ahead with the deal at the lower price.
That's the idea.
I'll talk to my father.
Feratti's gonna want the money clean.
What does that mean?
Your father'll know what to do.
How well do you know my father?
I worked for him.
Doing what?
Collection.
"Collection"?
Debts... gambling, that sorta thing.
Jesus.
Sometimes I forget.
‐ What? ‐ Well, my dad,
what he came from.
That he's a criminal.
Mine was too.
Just wasn't any fuckin' good at it.
Well...
‐ you got the ask. ‐ Mm‐hmm.
‐ Your call. ‐ Okay.
[overlapping shouting]
Hey, Bridget,
is there something that I'm doing wrong, um, sexually?
J‐just, um,
just tell me what you need, and...
No, you're not... you're not doing anything wrong.
‐ [Bridget] Come on. ‐ Hm.
[seatbelt clicks]
[Smitty] All right.
[overlapping chatter, shouting]
‐ [Smitty] Sorry. ‐ [woman] You're disgusting!
[pounding on door]
Jonathan?
‐ Jonathan! ‐ [Jonathan] Leave me alone.
‐ Open the door. ‐ Fuck off!
[bang]
‐ [Bridget] This is Smitty. ‐ So?
So he's you today, and you're him.
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[indistinct conversation]
[man] They're taking my money!
We used to pay 500 for a three‐bedroom.
I know!
‐ It's criminal. ‐ Mm.
The ad for my rental said "ocean view."
Sweetheart, we're paying 5,000 for a three‐bedroom.
One of these bedrooms is so small,
Stuart can't even turn his dildo horizontal.
The point is, there's no accountability
at these Beachbnb places.
It's like the Wild fucking West.
And we're the Indians.
[man indistinct on TV]
[phone rings]
[under breath] Ah, shit.
[sighing] Oy.
‐ [beep] ‐ Hello?
It's me... Mick.
[Sandy] How are the Maldives?
Oh, I wouldn't know, honey.
I'm out here in Rose Beach, nice little gay community.
Ooh! I like it there.
Those men are so sturdy!
Listen, I got an idea.
You know this thing, Beachbnb?
‐ What? ‐ [Mickey] People wire money
to rent a beach house.
So I figure we can take a picture of any house we want,
pretend it's ours, take some rich suckers for a ride.
[sighing] Okay. I'll come.
Besides, I got a new bathing suit
that needs to make its debut.
Oh, I can hardly wait.
[door closes]
Hey, maybe you shouldn't be wearing my clothes.
Oh? Why's that?
Well, what if they're contagious?
I don't think it works like that.
Hey, uh, Bridget?
Hey, Bridget, you can't get herpes from clothes?
Right.
‐ [door opens] ‐ [small laugh]
[hinges squeak, door closes]
[muffled women's voices from street]
Last night was a mistake.
‐ No, it wasn't. ‐ Yes, it was.
‐ I don't think so. ‐ It can't happen again.
'Kay.
It won't.
[door opens]
Look like a fucking idiot.
[Bridget] Okay, here.
Put this on.
[Jonathan] Oh, God!
Multiple anonymous social media accounts
have popped up in the last hour
using the hashtag JWHerpes
to spread... no pun intended...
a warning about the pop star's condition,
‐ and there's even word... ‐ [click]
Let's just get them out of here.
‐ [man] Follow Mr. Lansky. ‐ [women yelling]
[man] All right, come on, Let's go, move!
Move! Get outta the way!
[man] Outta the way!
[woman] Ever hear of a condom?
You've been served!
‐ Fuck you! ‐ Come on, get in.
[woman] Jonathan Walker Herpes!
‐ [man] Go, go! ‐ [shouting continues]
[tires screeching]
[knocking on door]
[Terry] It's Terry.
[Shaman] I know.
[door clatters]
Liberty tells me you're going home.
[Terry] Yeah. I expected to feel different,
but I just feel the same, but... here.
Terry...
do you think the caterpillar hopes to become a butterfly?
Do I think the c... [sighs]
I don... I...
‐ I dunno. ‐ He doesn't.
He's just a caterpillar being a caterpillar.
And if he spent all his time
hoping to become a butterfly sooner,
he would just be wasting his time.
Oh, what, I'm... I'm the caterpillar?
Terry...
on that bookcase behind me
take down that big grimoire in the middle on runes.
[sighs, whispers] For Ch...
Sure.
Open it.
So... what, a...
all this supposed...
supposed to be magic or something?
Turn to the front page.
"To Jerry Goldberg...
all the best, Simon Conway."
That was me.
What, Jerry Goldberg, that's you?
Jerry Goldberg was my caterpillar.
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[exhales]
[all, inhaling] Ah.
Ohm...
Ah.
Ohm...
[softly] Fuck.
[all] Ah.
[all] Ohm...
[all] Ah.
[all] Ohm...
[animal calls]
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[weeds rustle]
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[duck quacking]
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[Delores] "There is no denying the wild horse in us."
Virginia Woolf.
I heard that you met with the Shaman.
Jerry... Goldberg.
I was hoping for something different too.
[laughs] But that's the problem in hoping, right?
[chuckles]
I mean, I... I've tried everything.
The operations. The chemo.
I paid $5,000 for some purple poultice
to soak my feet in. [small laugh]
You know what I got from that?
Purple feet?
[chuckling]
So...
stones in your pockets.
Are you a collector?
No, it's... Truth‐truth is...
noth... nothin' doesn't seem to work no more.
Not my hands, not my mind...
[sighs] My dick.
And I know where all‐a...
this is heading.
And you truly think that it would be better
if you walked into the lake and sank to the bottom?
I dunno. Maybe.
What would you have missed if you did?
♪ Somber music ♪
Not much.
You cannot mean that.
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[Spanish rap music playing]
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[Tommy] Ray.
Fuck is goin' on, Tommy?
Some very cool goings‐on and shit here this week.
We're doing a pop‐up right here,
relaunching the tequila, re‐branding.
Fuckin' gonna go Casa Amigos on this shit.
It is gonna be [whispers] fire!
Fuckin' phone call woulda been nice, Tommy.
No, no, Ray, Ray, you just keep on keepin' on.
This won't affect your shit at all.
We'll just make sure we stay out here
so you can continue with your [whispers] covert operations.
It's really good to see Bridget.
‐ What? ‐ Bridget.
‐ She's all grown up now. ‐ Bridget.
Yeah, she's in there with a bunch of people.
[Jonathan] I mean, at first I thought it was
‐ just poison ivy, right? ‐ [Adam] Poison ivy?
‐ [man] Th‐that's an angle. ‐ [Jonathan] Yeah, yeah, I‐I...
- [Adam] What are you talking about? - [woman] It is not an angle!
‐ [woman] Next idea. ‐ [indistinct chatter]
Let's go in.
‐ Hey, Dad. ‐ Hey.
The hell's going on here?
Adam needed help. Jonathan was stuck inside
with all these press people outside.
[muffled conversation]
How'd you get him out?
I had Smitty dress up like Jonathan
and Jonathan like Smitty.
I told them to have Jonathan...
put out a statement.
Get in front of it.
Is that the... right thing to do?
Yeah.
It is, actually.
Cool.
‐ [overlapping arguing] ‐ [Smitty] Hispies.
Call it hispies.
I mean, herpes... sexist.
[Smitty] Right? Hispies.
Hey, that's pretty fucking good.
[Jonathan] Yeah, hispies!
‐ [Jonathan, softly] Hispies. ‐ [low chatter]
[Smitty] What do you think of that, Bridget?
‐ Very good. ‐ [man] It is.
[woman, laughing] That's so genius!
Can I come in?
So I talked to my father.
This is to box 44 at the First Central Savings Bank.
He said to take out the brown leather bag.
He said you'd understand.
Well, 'cause I‐I told him that I'd do it myself,
but he won't let me.
Chances are, whoever goes in that vault triggers a call.
‐ To who? ‐ The FBI,
the U. S. Attorney's office, maybe worse.
Well, I can't ask you to do that.
[sighs] Tell your father I'll get what he needs.
[distant boat horn]
[beep]
[line ringing]
‐ [Sandy] Hello? ‐ Sandy.
I got a job for ya.
[phone rings]
[ringing]
[beep]
Who this?
Daryll, it's Allan.
What's up, Allan?
Uh, your mother says you might be comin' home.
Yeah, um...
[sucks teeth] I‐I‐I don't know, Allan.
I guess I could definitely find a spot for you
in my company.
Ha ha, right. What, I‐in the mail room?
Uh, you'd be creative executive.
Hmm?
Salary starts at 75,000 a year.
So you'd be developing new feature ideas
for my new company, scouting for fresh talent.
Yeah, uh... yeah, that's what I wanna do.
I heard about Mickey.
I know it feels complicated, but...
I bet it's a relief knowing that piece of shit
is finally gonna stop showing up at your door.
Yeah.
Hey, uh, Allan, let me, uh,
think about the offer and give you a call back, 'kay?
[beep]
[Muzak playing]
[♪♪♪]
[low background chatter]
May I help you?
I'm here to see the boxes.
‐ I got a key. ‐ Of course.
Right this way.
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[clerk] Here we are.
And Andrew will take care of you.
Thank you.
[keys jangling]
Right this way, ma'am.
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‐ [Sandy] Ooh. ‐ Okay.
Here we are.
If you need any further assistance, just ring the bell.
Thank you, dear.
I'll be fine. [chuckles]
[door clangs shut]
♪ Suspenseful music ♪
[♪♪♪]
♪ Light dramatic notes ♪
Ma'am, just a moment, please.
Couple‐a rolls of quarters, please.
I'm here to tell ya I got nothin'!
It was empty. Hey, wait.
‐ The guy at the garage sale... ‐ Thank you.
[Sandy] Got me all excited about this key.
Tells me that you find all kinds of treasures
in these old storage boxes.
But mine was empty as Christ's tomb!
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[inhales]
So there will be a Sullivan Center after all.
[laughing]
How'd we get here, Ray?
Why all this drama?
It was a beautiful fuckin' picture.
Why'd you put the genie back in the bottle?
It's not important.
Oh, no, it is important. It's important to me.
So, what is it, I mean...
love, money?
Do they have something on you?
No.
Please tell me you got somethin' good outta this.
[light laugh]
Otherwise, it's...
what the fuck?
I'll let 'em know you're okay with the deal.
[seagulls calling]
Mick!
Mick... hey.
[exhales] Ahh.
Finally found you.
I can't do this. Beachbnb.
What am I doin' out here?
You got so fucked!
Jim Sullivan!
Jim Sullivan?
Look familiar?
From the heist of '77?
I got this from Jim's safe deposit box.
♪ Uneasy music ♪
[♪♪♪]
[ambient background noise]
Yo, yo, Bunch!
'Sup?
Fuck you doin' here?
Wondered if I could talk to you for a minute.
Sure. I just gotta keep workin' here.
Yeah, yeah, no, go ahead.
I was talkin' with my mom.
She wants me to go back to Palm Springs.
And my stepdad offered me a job to work with him.
Okay.
Creative exec.
I mean, I should take it, right?
The fuck you askin' me for?
I just met this incredible girl, man.
She's different, you know?
So... they offer you a job
and a place to live for free.
I know, right?
If your folks offer me a place to live,
I'd do it.
Yeah, but you met Allan, man.
I'm a Donovan. I'm more like you guys.
I don't know why you'd wanna be anything like us.
[hose clatters]
[door bell jingles]
♪ Somber music ♪
[♪♪♪]
[machinery beeping, respirator wheezing]
Tonight I wanna talk about responsibility...
courage,
claiming our right as men
and securing the future.
[men murmuring]
We have a new face here tonight.
‐ [speaker] Brendan Donovan... ‐ [soft greetings]
[speaker] A man who took down three armed thugs
all by himself.
‐ [man] There you go. ‐ [men murmuring]
We all need to take that kind of initiative
if we're gonna stop white genocide.
‐ [men] Yeah. ‐ [speaker] Blacks, Mexicans,
A‐rabs... they're not afraid to take up arms against us.
We need to man up
and protect the future for white children.
♪ Somber music ♪
[♪♪♪]
Ma. Ma, what are you doin'?
I woulda brought the bags down.
[tires screeching]
[brakes screech]
[Daryll] Pop!
[Mickey] Daryll.
Daryll, my son.
My beauty‐ful son.
I've been given a sign from God.
Hey, Pop, does Ray know you're still here?
He does not.
Nor do any of your brothers.
I'm here for you.
I'm here for you and you alone.
I need you.
Uh...
You came for my funeral.
I came for my son.
But you came.
You look so beauty‐ful.
We gotta go.
No, Claudette, stay.
♪ Edgy music ♪
[♪♪♪]
Where'd you get that?
If that fucker hadn't robbed me of my share,
you and I coulda spent our whole lives together.
Years I coulda been a proper father to Daryll,
coulda slept with you every night.
We could have all that again.
We were young.
We're not that old.
I don't feel old. I rose up from the dead.
I been remade in my own body.
St. Peter gave me a... a second chance,
a new life.
And I wanna share...
that with you.
Mickey, I can't.
I'm not that girl anymore.
I'm tellin' ya...
it's a sign.
‐ Mickey. ‐ Yeah?
If you really do still love me...
Yeah.
Promise me...
that you won't drag Daryll through this.
[voice breaks] Promise me.
He's my son.
This is his birthright.
I came for your funeral.
Don't make me come for his.
[sniffling]
[elevator bell dings]
Feratti took the money.
You came here just to tell me that?
Yeah.
That's nice of you.
All right.
Hey, the girl I saw in the office...
is that your daughter?
Yeah.
Bridget.
Yeah.
Do you wanna stay for a drink?
Sure.
[Daryll chuckling]
[Daryll laughing]
[Daryll] My goodness. You gonna drive?
Get in the car.
[phone rings]
This is Perry.
[Claudette] Yes, I have some information
about Mickey Donovan.
Now would be a good time to start talking.
‐ About what? ‐ [liquor pouring]
[Molly] Anything.
Tell me about yourself.
My daughter got married last year.
She looks so young.
21.
Huh.
Wow.
‐ I should go. ‐ Why?
I'm in therapy.
What?
I'm not good at this, um...
Things have been hard the... past year.
I like you.
What?
I like you.
♪ Quiet music ♪
[♪♪♪]
[Jonathan] Genital herpes...
one in eight Americans has it.
That's over 40 million people.
Most don't even know they have it.
See, herpes carries a stigma
that keeps people from getting tested,
a stigma that's made much worse by its sexist name...
‐ herpes. ‐ [Smitty mouthing]
So I'm here to change that conversation.
I recently got tested and so should you.
My name is Jonathan Walker Hanson,
and I have hispies.
♪ Gentle music ♪
[♪♪♪]
[rhythmic clapping, chatter]
[♪♪♪]
Sync corrections by srjanapala
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[♪♪♪]
[new song begins]
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