Previously on Ray Donovan...
You'll need to tape the microphone to your perineum.
You wore a fucking wire.
Fucking rat ba...
He jumped!
I'm gonna need that money, Raymond.
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Help me!
- Shut up. - You're my dad's friend.
I said "shut up."
Fuck out of here! Get him out of here!
- Where is she, asshole? - Fuck you!
Where is she?
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Where the fuck...
I want to know where he is!
- Tell me, huh? - Fuck you!
You got one fucking chance...
one fucking chance to tell me where
your dumb husband and that little Donovan cunt are.
I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!
Tell me.
Where's Mac? Where's your husband?
What?
Okay.
I said okay!
- Hey, Jimmy. - It's okay, baby.
Be a good boy and go back to bed.
That's Mac's place on the left.
- Stay here. - What?
Anything happens, call the FBI and give them the address,
the names Mike Radulovic and Sean McGrath.
- You got it? - Ray, I mean, I can...
Say it back to me.
Uh, Mike Radulovic and... and Sean McGrath.
Good.
Shit.
Don't fucking move.
Give me your gun.
Fuck you, man.
Where's Donovan?
You're the bitch-ass cop who kidnapped my niece, huh?
Get on your knees.
You are a fucking dead man.
Raymond!
What the fuck are you doing?
Ray.
Now wait. Where the fuck you going?
Ray.
What are you doing, man?
Raymond, listen.
We got a dead cop in that house.
Don't need to draw attention to ourselves.
Raymond?
Raymond, are you listening to me?
- Ah, fuck. - Ray, what is it?
Oh, Jesus.
- Where's Mac? - I-I don't know.
Where's my fucking daughter?
Honest to God, Ray, I don't know nothing.
Please...
- Jesus. - You don't fucking know?
Huh?
Fuck, Ray! Stop!
An exclusive tonight,
The New York Tribune is claiming to have
a verified audio recording of Mayor Ed Feratti saying,
and I quote,
"Scholl. Kill him.
Make him disappear." End quote.
As in Gregory R. Scholl,
- judge of the Seventh District. - Fuck.
She's fucking dead.
What?
They fucking killed her.
- Oh, fuck. - What?
Fuck.
Yeah.
Come on, Whit.
You couldn't have possibly expected
to dethrone the king on his own battlefield.
I'm on fire tonight.
Good sign for tomorrow.
Auspicious, to say the least.
Well, I just came for the free beer
and the ass-kicking.
If true, the Mayor of New York City
is guilty of conspiracy to commit murder.
And all this on the eve of a hotly contested election
between Feratti and his unexpected rival,
Anita Novak.
Raymond, what are you doing?
We got to get the fuck out of here.
Ah.
- Ray. - What's up?
Have you seen the news, you fucking moron?
Where's my daughter?
Who the fuck is this?
Please.
Just tell me where she is, and I'll fix it.
Your daughter?
What are you talking about?
If you tell me where she is,
I can make it go away, I promise.
Fuck.
Ray, what's up?
Yeah?
You took his kid?
Who's this?
Don't play fucking stupid. Find him, bring him to me.
You understand what I'm saying?
Yes, sir.
Get it done.
Yeah?
Ray.
Listen.
Where the fuck is she, Mac?
She's fine.
I had to move her.
What do you mean?
We got to meet.
Where?
India Street, by the Greenpoint Terminal.
- Ray, who was that? - Mac's got her.
Where are we... where are we going?
I need to do this on my own, Mick.
Raymond! Ray!
Take the bodies to Sandy's. I'll meet you there.
I'm tired...
and you're tired...
so let's cut the fucking bullshit.
Where is your father?
I don't know.
I told you a hundred fucking times already.
You've been arrested for attempted murder,
aiding and abetting a known cop killer,
and two counts of armed robbery.
That's a 30-year stretch, minimum.
Are you on the spectrum, Mr. Donovan?
No.
Then why are you acting like you are?
Fuck you.
Does the name Tony Bartlett mean anything to you?
- No. - Oh.
Well, he's the corrections officer you hit in the head
with a 16-ounce Stanley hammer.
You fractured his skull,
caused his brain to bleed.
The man was in a medically induced coma
for three weeks.
You have a daughter, right?
Yeah.
Tell me about her.
Go fuck yourself.
Where is your father?
Where is Mickey, Brendan?
I don't know.
And even if I did...
I wouldn't tell you.
So why don't you leave me the fuck alone?
Ray tried to kill you?
Yeah. He poisoned me.
To save Abby?
Right.
Ugh, sounds like Ray.
He was a very strange child.
Well, he still is.
As a toddler, he'd get so angry,
he'd hold his breath until he passed out.
That or slam his head into a hard surface.
And Mary?
She was worried more about him than the others.
Some children are either destined for greatness
or madness.
So...
Bridget gonna take your last name?
Oh...
Uh, w-we haven't really talked about that yet.
'Cause Smith is pretty fucking boring.
Yeah. Yeah.
Well, don't worry, kid. Bridget will be fine.
Trust me.
Donovans are a special breed.
We got our ride!
What's this?
Is this Granny's quilt?
Yeah. It's all they had up there.
All right.
Hey, son.
- You're bleeding. - Huh?
You're bleeding.
Yeah. This motherfucker hit me.
You could be concussed. Look at me.
Follow my finger.
Well, don't move your head. Just... just your eyes.
With your eyes, just with your eyes.
- No, without moving your head... - Pop, I'm fine! I'm fine!
Grab his fucking head. I'll grab his legs.
Get some ice on it.
Yeah.
All right, just roll it up like a burrito here.
There we go.
Just roll him in there.
That's it. Roll him.
Yeah, roll him.
You armed?
- Give me your gun. - Where is she?
Once that shit with Feratti and Scholl hit the news,
they would've killed her, Ray.
I'll get you passports. I'll get you money.
I'll get you out of the fucking country... anything.
Just tell me where she is.
You think you're better than me, don't you?
I didn't say that.
'Cause in another life, we could've been brothers.
- Where is she, Mac? - Let me fucking talk.
None of this was my idea.
None of it.
You understand that, Ray? It was Rad. Rad did it.
I-I know.
When it all went down,
when it happened so fast, when... when they nabbed Emerson,
I didn't have a fucking choice.
I'd have done the same thing.
Don't say that.
No, you wouldn't.
Don't fucking lie to me, Ray.
What do you want me to say, Mac?
You gave a shit about me.
You didn't think I was useless.
My whole fucking life, no one took me serious.
Thought I was soft.
But you...
... you believed in me.
You took me serious.
You were my friend.
It's gonna be all right, Mac. Just...
just let me know where she is, all right?
I would never hurt her, Ray.
I know you wouldn't.
Follow me.
Ray may be walking right into a trap,
and I'm not there to back him up, you know?
Yeah. Ray should be fine, though.
Come on, let's just hurry up and do this.
What the fuck?
Where is he?
Look at this.
Look, he got all this way with half his brain missing.
Something, man. Got to hand it to him, huh?
Oh, shit.
Oh, Jesus.
Listen to me.
Do something good with your last fucking breath.
Tell me where my granddaughter is.
Tell me.
Tell me, psycho.
Tell her...
Tell her what?
Tell Barbara...
What the fuck?
What the fu... tell me!
Fucker, tell me!
- Tell me! - Pop, Pop.
- Tell me! - Pop! Pop...
he's gone.
He's gone, Mick.
All right, all right!
Terry Donovan?
Who wants to know?
Agent Ange Howe, FBI.
What do you want?
It's actually pretty simple, Mr. Donovan.
I want you to accompany me to the Federal Building
and talk some sense into your dumb-as-fuck brother.
W-well, I thought I wasn't allowed to see him.
W-what's changed?
You helping me help him.
All right.
Just... just give me a minute.
Where is she, Mac?
They were going to kill her. Just remember that.
I saved her. I saved both of you.
What room?
216.
You're okay. Look at me.
You okay? Huh?
You're all right? Okay. I'll get you out of here.
Amber.
You fucking asshole.
It's over.
Just tell Jimmy that I love him.
We never want to see you again.
You hear me, Mac? Not ever.
I'm sorry.
Fuck you, Mac.
Oh, baby.
You're okay, sweetheart.
What was that?
Come on. We got to get out of here.
- Can you walk? - Mm-hmm.
All right, come on.
Here we go.
Judge Scholl.
I should have my fucking head examined,
sitting here with you now.
Look at me.
It's complete bullshit,
just like that bit with Cesar Martinez,
the rapist in Central Park.
She made it up.
Then what did I just hear on the news?
Winslow's got all of Hollywood working for her.
What, you think they can't manufacture
something like this?
But I promise you...
we're gonna fucking nail her ass to the wall.
We're winning the election tomorrow,
and the day after that,
it's the beginning of Sam Winslow's fucking end.
All right?
Ugh, should've been a hooker.
A what?
I'm stout.
You're what?
I'm mean as a mama wasp staring down a can of Raid.
I got good eye and foot coordination, too.
- You never watch this? - No, not really.
A hooker is the strongest position in rugby.
It's a real sport for real men...
none of this pussy soccer bullshit.
Anyway, I got to deploy the "USS Brownfish."
Deploy what?
I'm taking a shit, you dumb-ass.
Oh.
If the President calls, I'll be in my office.
You all right?
You sure you don't want to see a doctor or something?
I don't need a doctor. I just want to see Smitty.
Why?
What?
Why would you do that?
Do what?
Jump.
Was it because of Mom?
Was it something else?
Please tell me.
Just help me understand.
What are you so afraid of?
- Call Smitty. - Dad.
Call him.
Let him know you're all right.
Uh, hello?
Smitty, it's me.
Oh!
Jesus fuck. Hey, babe.
Um, are... are you... are you okay?
Yeah, I'm not hurt. Honestly, I'm fine.
Fuck, babe, I-I'm going out of my mind.
What happened?
I promise, everything's gonna be all right.
My dad has me, and we're on our way to you.
Um, w-w-where are you?
We just left Queens. We'll be there soon.
- Okay. - I'll explain later.
And, um...
um, you're... you're not hurt?
No, honestly, I'm fine.
Oh, babe...
I fucking love you.
Me too. I'll see you soon.
Do I look slimmer?
Um...
Bridget's safe.
Praise Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
Where's Mr. Pin-Up?
- Oh, fuck! - Fucking crazy...
Now you're gonna die
right now, you fucking...
I'm gonna fucking kill you!
Fuck...
Oh, shit.
Look, I'm so sorry. I'm...
Oh.
What do you know?
It's a cop kebab.
Bunchy...
you're facing 30 years without parole.
Yeah, you make a deal.
You give them Mick.
Why?
So I can send him down the river
for another crime he didn't commit?
You ever wonder
what it must have been like doing 20 at Walpole?
And for what, huh?
Fucking nothing.
The man's a monster.
He was a terrible father.
He's a rat himself.
Fuck him.
Sure...
he made...
a lot of mistakes.
But look at me, hmm?
You think there's ever a chance that Maria could end up normal?
Or that Bridget or Conor could end up normal?
Terry...
Look at yourself.
We're fucking Donovans.
We're cursed.
Bullshit.
Don't you think it was kind of inevitable, Ter?
I was always gonna end up like this.
You're a father.
You still got a life.
My life ended 30 years ago.
Don't you do this to me.
I'm sorry.
Hey, I'm done in here.
I shouldn't have let him go on his own.
I should've gone with him.
Call him.
If he hasn't called us, he hasn't found her yet.
You don't know that, Pop.
I do know that. I know my boy.
- Mick... - I know Ray
better than he knows himself.
Something is fucking wrong. I know it.
Fine. I'll call him.
Hey, Ray, what's up, man? It's me.
Oh, thank God.
Yeah, yeah, we're almost there.
- Whew. - Whew.
♪ ... any other guy ♪
♪ I just want to tell you how I'm feeling ♪
♪ Gotta make you understand ♪
♪ Never gonna give you up ♪
♪ Never gonna let you down ♪
♪ Never gonna run around and desert you ♪
♪ Never gonna make you cry ♪
♪ Never gonna say good-bye ♪
♪ Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you ♪
♪ We've known each other for so long ♪
W-what are we gonna do, Sandy?
Who knows, kid?
We'll think of something.
Oh, my God.
I just killed a cop.
I'm a murderer.
I'm a fucking...
Hey, I got an idea.
Yeah?
You want a drink?
No, I don't want a fucking drink.
Well, I want a fucking drink.
Put it down.
Yeah.
What happened here?
Smitty Donovan here tried to start a fire.
Got carried away.
That right?
Well, now you're acquainted with corpses,
maybe you can help Daryll in the back.
With what?
We got another one in the car.
Oh, shit.
- Go ahead. - Okay.
You can make me one of those.
Would be my delight.
You know where we can get a backhoe?
I might be able to scrounge one up.
Yeah.
He can't do this kind of time.
I know.
If I give you my old man,
will you cut him a deal?
As long as he testifies.
All right.
Bridge.
Dad.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I did this.
I did this, all of it.
- Stop. - I was so scared.
- So fucking scared. - It's okay.
Will you get help?
I don't want to find you dead in some parking lot.
Because that's where all of this is going.
One day I will just get a call,
and you'll be dead, like your friend.
You okay?
Yeah?
Oh, fuck.
Oh, thank God.
- It's okay. I'm fine. - Okay.
Come on.
How do you propose that we dispose
of these bodies?
I'd say... I'd say cut them up.
Identifiable parts in the ocean
and the rest maybe in the backyard.
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