Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Handshake Deal - full transcript
Finney tasks Ray with securing information that could bring down the governor and sink the NFL deal, but the mission turns Ray into a wedge between Finney and Paige. Meanwhile, Conor is ...
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- Where the hell are you?
- I'm in Boston.
What about the kids?
They can look after themselves
for a couple of days.
Get your ass home, Abby.
You get your ass home,
you fucking hypocrite.
So you really gonna
kick us out?
That's the rules.
Yeah?
You like rules?
Vartan is connected.
His sister's the bank.
You be a good boy, hmm?
You understand
the terms, right?
Sure, you give me ten grand,
I give you back 15
in a month.
I'm gonna let you in
on a vision I have
of a way we can all
get rich together.
See this cocaine?
This is for you to sell.
We split the profits.
Let us take care of you
for one day.
They all had
a very good day.
Dope was easy to move.
God damn.
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate.
Who's a ding,
motherfucker?
- They're gonna kill him.
- That's terrible.
- Can you help me?
- Governor, this is
- my good friend Ray Donovan.
- Nice to meet you.
Ray has a brother in County.
We would appreciate it if you
would expedite his release.
I'll get it done tonight.
What it cost you
to get me out?
I had a contract drawn up
to buy you and your services
and your company,
lock, stock, and barrel.
Sign there and there.
You'll be expected
for work tomorrow morning.
Get in! The water's fine!
Yes!
Whoo!
Pass the ball! Pass the ball!
Great party, Mick.
- This ain't good.
- What's your problem?
We're in with the Minassians
up to our fucking necks.
I mean, how much did you
float this dude's party for?
What? 15K?
You got to spend money
to make money.
Yeah, well, Wikipedia said these
Armenian's Power is vicious.
Mr. Minassian?
He skims credit cards,
sits in a ballroom
drinking rosewater.
How vicious can you get?
You PJ?
You're the guy with
all the girls on BangBoard?
Yeah, nice to meet
in the flesh.
Ha. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That's a great slogan.
Uh, BangBoard...
Nice to meet in the flesh.
Whoa, whoa,
who you talking to?
KWIP, my app.
You say something witty,
it translates it to text,
then blasts it to
all your platforms.
Anyway, thanks for
meeting me off-site.
My guys don't really go in
for this sort of thing.
- So we got to be discreet.
- No problem.
Girls, blow, plus the kid
and myself that supervise.
All the girls we picked
will be there?
Every one.
So, 15.
Well, yeah, half now,
half when the party's over.
Right.
See? Not to worry.
Jeez.
What are you doing?
Making lunch.
Mom always just
gives us money.
Are you only living here
until she comes home?
I don't know, Bridg.
You, uh...
you want a lunch?
My buddies are going
to Amoeba after school
to see Pet Ghost
do a signing.
You're still grounded,
pal.
Don't you want me
to have a life?
No, I want you home
after school.
What are you working on?
Uh, tweaking
this personal statement.
Mandatory meeting
at 1:30 with a college advisor.
College, huh?
- All right.
- What?
See you at 1:30.
Yeah?
You're spying on me?
No,
just getting organized.
Yeah, right.
Now you got to
get organized.
Spy on me from there.
Don't be obvious,
idiot.
I'm sorry.
- Oh, God.
- Don't talk, dumb-ass.
Now touch yourself.
There you go.
That's good.
- What the fuck's this?
- Uh...
fell off the chair,
knocked some papers over.
I was telling him how
you guys might want to put
a fucking Glade PlugIn
out there.
It smells like dog.
What's Lucha "Nache"?
Uh...
It's Noche.
Mexican wrestling,
with the masks.
We're doing some shows
at the club.
Started planning it
while you was away.
- Who's planning it?
- Me and their manager.
Want to do a whole series,
like, chapters in a book.
- Who's paying for this?
- Don't worry about it.
Los Angeles...
someone said
it's like a volcano
spewing out wreckage
in all directions.
That plant? Mine since '87.
My daughter wants to
tear it to the ground,
and build her stadium there,
but she's got a few boxes
to tick first,
like bird people fretting
about migration patterns,
et cetera, et cetera.
Is that what
you need me for?
No, the Governor's
taking care of those details.
We need to take care
of the Governor.
She's early.
Varick.
A former aide possesses
an unflattering piece
of information on Verona.
She stole his cell phone,
the contents of which
will damage the Governor's bid
for reelection.
I visited her last night
with an offer, she declined.
So we may need
to escalate.
I don't think
that's necessary.
I defer to your expertise
on how it gets done.
- Hello, dear.
- Keep this between us.
Sure.
- Why is he here?
- Ray's my guy.
Look, we have competition
for San Diego.
We have to act quickly.
The ink's hardly dry
on the studio deal.
Forget the movies.
Football is
the number-one-watched
television show
in America every time it airs.
We need to move the team here,
triple your money,
and then you are gonna
love the NFL.
And you will, of course,
build the stadium
to take in the view, huh?
It's football, Dad.
Violence is the view.
Hey, Dad.
You look like your mother.
Yeah, I know.
Hard in the eyes.
What's wrong?
Fucking heart disease.
Fall over a few times,
they strap you to the bed,
bill you to death.
I'm sorry.
Dave told me you showed up,
no notice.
Yeah.
No kids?
No husband?
No.
He kick you out?
I want to buy the bar.
You?
I thought it might make
things easier for everybody.
Everybody's fine.
Margaret says
it's losing money.
Your sister is the worst
bookkeeper in the city.
Dad, I'm just trying
to help, you know?
We don't need
your husband's money.
Who cares
where it came from?
The bar's called Kelly's Place.
You're a fucking Donovan.
There's some macaroni
in the fridge.
I went to see Dad.
- Yeah?
- You can imagine how that went.
He just says the same shit
on repeat.
"If you don't like it
in the gutter,
get out of the gutter."
He never said that.
"You got a roof and a bed.
Shut the fuck up."
I don't know how
you can stand to talk to him.
You just got to
let it go.
I asked Dad
if I could buy the bar.
With Ray's money?
Whatever hell he gave you,
you were asking for it.
What if I bought it
in your name?
- What?
- Profits are yours and Dave's.
You're fucking serious.
Yeah, I'm fucking serious.
- Hey.
- Amazing.
Jesus Christ, Pop.
Pop, it's like a fucking
middle-school dance.
We're gonna miss the...
the next dates.
Okay.
Let's, uh... let's have a hand
for PJ, huh?
What a boss.
What a boss. Huh?
He's given us this great party,
and he tells me
you're working hard.
I appreciate, being
an entrepreneur myself,
but man labors for a purpose,
am I right?
And I got to believe
that, uh...
one of your purposes
is pussy.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
Gentlemen,
the door is open.
PJ.
Michelle... why don't you
show Michelle your office?
- Yeah, Michelle, PJ.
- Hey, PJ.
- Where's your office?
- Uh, it's in the corner.
The corner one.
Um, yeah.
Uh...
You're gonna have to be
a little proactive.
These guys aren't schooled
in the art of the first move.
Here, go get 'em.
Go get 'em.
It's an emotivist refutation
of Kant, dude.
Bodhi's a bank robber,
but also a cool surfer guy,
which short-circuits
Johnny Utah's
whole FBI-agent deal.
Morality's slave
to passion.
- Classic fucking Hume.
- Yeah.
How did you
not see that?
- Who is it?
- My name's Ray Donovan.
I'm looking
for Briana Gathright.
I should notify you at this
time, you're being recorded.
Last night a guy named
Varick Strauss...
I don't have it anymore!
Okay, clearly this is
illegal forced entry.
- Briana.
- You don't have to tell him
anything, Briana.
Briana, could you just come out
here so we can talk, please?
Say the word, Briana, and I'll
mace this son of a bitch.
What's your name?
Ted.
Briana, I'd like to not hurt
your friend Ted here,
so could you open
the fucking door?
I gave it to my advisor
last night... Sheldon Blackwood.
You want it, go deal with him
at the law building.
My phone.
And Jordan Pressman have
been increasing earnings
through the '50s and '60s,
and continuing on...
Mr. Donovan.
Briana just rang.
She told me to expect you.
- I'm Sheldon Blackwood.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Well, your associate came
to my research assistant
waving a demand letter
filled with empty claims
and hearsay.
Your research assistant
gave you something
- that wasn't hers to give.
- A phone.
A cheap, black phone
with no personal data,
no receipt of purchase.
Possession is nine-tenths
of the law, Mr. Donovan.
I might reasonably claim
that that phone is mine.
And I might reasonably
not give a shit
about that law,
Professor.
See you later.
I hope not.
However it works
in your corner of the world,
harassment means jail time
in mine.
This "meet me now" shit...
it's not gonna fly.
I got a job for ya.
What is it?
Some guy's got a burner phone
that belongs to Governor Verona.
- So?
- We got to get it.
Why can't you do it?
I got a meeting
at Bridget's school.
- Is everything all right?
- Abby took off for Boston.
Kids are out of sorts.
All right, today only.
Twice my usual rate.
I'll give you three.
That's not how
a negotiation works.
I know what you're worth.
♪ 'Cause you won't, won't ♪
♪ Won't let me think ♪
♪ I'm beggin' you to ♪
Wow, these guys
are going in.
Yeah, they been keeping it
pent up too long.
Bad for the blood flow.
Conor?
Is your apartment
The El Dorado?
- Yeah, why?
- I'm here.
I just got dropped off.
How do I get in?
Don't move.
I'm coming there.
- You got this under control?
- Yeah, shit's running itself.
Ah, what a blessing
you are.
- What up?
- These guys have snorted
every grain of coke.
We got to wind it down.
No, we don't.
We good.
I mean, Michelle, come on.
Look at these dudes.
They don't want to wind it down.
Okay? Tomorrow they're gonna
be nerds in a cubicle.
Right now they're kings.
Miguel, what up?
It's Daryll Donovan.
Hey, listen, I need
another ten grand re-up
at that party in Venice.
Bunchy, a little help here.
I'm lost.
All right, look,
you got to get
your form down first.
Good stance, go single.
One hand at a time.
- All right?
- Yeah.
Stare at that yellow tape.
Nice.
Hey, Stan told me
you got a settlement.
Yeah?
- See? Working my rhythm.
- You beat the Church.
David and Goliath,
am I right?
Class action.
There was six of us.
Yeah, lawyers wouldn't
let me sue, so...
- Why not?
- Yo!
The foam's worn down
in your shitty-ass gloves,
I'm gonna cut
my fucking knuckles.
Okay.
Let's see what
we can do about that.
Look, um,
just keep practicing.
- Yep.
- And breathe out your nose.
Thanks.
What was he talking about?
Why'd the Church
give you money?
You can tell me whatever.
I really like you.
And it's not worth
me being around you
- if you're just gonna...
- Jesus, spit it out already.
A priest messed around
with me when I was a kid.
Probably you need
to know that.
No wonder
you're so fucked up.
If you don't want to
be around me no more,
I get it.
I ain't got no problem
with it.
Mom went back to Boston.
Boston?
What for?
I don't know.
All Dad ever says
is "don't worry
about it."
Maybe she went back
to see that
cocksucker father
of hers
or enjoy
the fall foliage.
I think she left
'cause I freaked her out.
She walked in on me
at a bad time.
Bad time?
Were you jerking off?
Conor, if God didn't want us
to jerk off,
he would've given us
shorter arms.
It's natural.
Thanks, Grandpa.
But for Christ's sake,
lock the fucking door.
Ginger?
Jesus Christ.
Another fucking ten.
Did they ask for it?
Ah, shit.
I'll be right there.
We're going for a ride.
Mm, very high percentile
on her English IC exam.
She started reading when
she was still in diapers.
The Hungry Caterpillar...
just picked it up herself.
I see the Calabasas transcripts
are good.
Always worked hard.
Never had to push her.
Yes, well,
you might want to start.
There are some
trouble zones this semester.
B-minus in French,
D in Calculus,
- Chemistry is a C...
- D?
Those are just
mid-term grades.
Yes, but, Bridget, we distribute
these mid-term marks
to ring an alarm
before the student destroys
her chances at the Harvards
and Yales.
Those schools
have to know
that Rossmore
is way more strict.
Bridget's personal statement...
have you read it?
- Not yet, no.
- She was prompted to share
a piece of background that's
central to her identity.
She wrote about singing.
- What's wrong with singing?
- Well, as a hobby, nothing.
As a sales point
for a student
with a shaky academic record...
weak.
You got any suggestions,
or you just gonna keep
- lobbing insults at her?
- Dad.
Bridget, try to find something
revealing to write about,
something raw.
A story of hardship would help
contextualize
a flagging academic record.
- Sorry about that.
- Sorry about what?
I didn't mean
to embarrass you.
- You didn't.
- I know college stuff
isn't really
your métier.
My what?
What you're familiar with.
But thanks for coming.
Yeah?
I need you to come to my
father's house.
I'm busy.
Do you want me
to put him on the phone
so he can ask you himself?
Here is to
the new boss.
May your expectations
be very low.
Cheers.
It's Bridg.
I got to get it.
Hey, Bridg.
How'd it go with the counselor?
I feel like a fuckup.
You, Bridg? You're a star.
You kidding me?
Did your dad
go with you?
He was sort of lost, you know?
I felt bad.
Poor Ray.
What are you doing
out there, Mom?
Honey, I'm just taking
some time for myself.
- You know?
- For yourself?
Mom, I don't... I don't have
a single friend at this school,
and I'm not Conor's mother.
I can barely handle
my own shit.
Okay, sweetheart,
Look, I'll be on
the next flight home, okay?
I love you.
- She okay?
- I got to get back.
She needs me.
As soon as I talk to Ray,
we'll get a check cut,
and we'll get
this bar thing going.
- As soon as you talk to Ray.
- Yeah.
Once he knows
how important it is,
he'll be fine with it.
Don't do this.
Don't get our hopes up
and then just go blow us off.
- Margaret...
- No, we've been
killing ourselves for years
with Dad and the bar
while you're out there
in Hollywood
getting your fucking hair
highlighted,
following Ray around
like a dog.
What the fuck do you know
what it is to stay married?
How long did you last,
Margaret?
You know they don't
give out prizes
for putting up
with bullshit.
At least I didn't
hang in there with a guy
who fucks everything
with a pulse
and then just shuts me up
with money.
I got to get back
to my daughter.
Writ of habeas petition.
Anyone? Anyone?
Nothing?
Well, neither of the state
appellate's decisions
really provided
any comprehensive summary
of the facts with respect
to Smith's habeas petition.
But let's talk
about surveillance.
Who, if anyone, knows
why it was inadmissible?
W-what are you
doing here?
Hey, I'm... I'm Sandra.
Perspective One-L?
I-I emailed about
auditing your clinic.
I don't remember that.
Um, Professor Blackwood,
Indefensible...
that movie is the whole reason
I'm applying to law school.
Your commentary on the DVD
was amazing.
Well, you lose an appalling
amount of detail in a script.
Well, if you hadn't
gotten the witness
on the stand before he died,
would you still have
won the case?
Yeah, justice has
its own momentum, Sandra.
"Truth will out."
Merchant of Venice.
I just got chills.
I don't take auditors
mid-semester.
But I'll have admissions
route your application
- through me.
- I appreciate that.
Paige has run into a wrinkle
with her NFL plan.
A fucking wrinkle?
Zack Davis shopped my bid
to some hick billionaire
in North Dakota.
It's just business,
sweetheart.
- We had a deal.
- You had a handshake.
I need you
to get rid of this guy.
- What do you got on him?
- I don't know.
Isn't that
your department?
Paige, Mr. Donovan
will get on the scent.
Now, would you give us
a moment, please?
- You want me on that?
- No.
- What did Varick say?
- Get the phone.
Protect Verona.
Don't get distracted.
What's she got on you?
You told me to watch your kids.
What am I looking for?
Today a phone.
If you don't tell me what's
going on, I can't help you.
Ray, you're a father,
aren't you?
What's that supposed
to mean?
Get the phone.
What did my father
say to you?
Yeah?
The bug picked up a call.
Blackwood made a deal
with Verona's rival.
He told Townsend's campaign
he's bringing the phone,
and they're setting up
a press conference tonight.
All right, thanks.
What is he
having you do?
- It's not your concern.
- We both know that's not true.
♪ I know you feel
♪ Like a ticking, ticking
time bomb ♪
Whoo! Hey!
- Here he is. Con!
- What's up, Uncle?
Good to see you, man.
Hey, Pop...
What the fuck
were you thinking?
- What?
- You guys.
Man, you guys are a bunch
of rock stars.
I just... I love your faces,
both of you.
You with your fucking
snowy, white hair
and you with your
thin, little mustache.
You're like a charming
lesbian couple.
Thank you.
Look, you guys ran up another 10
on top of the 15.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We said 15.
You were supposed to end
the party when the shit ran out.
How could you
be so stupid?
How the fuck are you
talking about? "Be so stupid"?
Pop, I followed your model.
When the johns run out of money,
we float the loan.
- That's what you said, right?
- Yeah, we float 100 here,
a 100 there,
not ten fucking thousand
and not with the Mexican
gangs involved.
All right, so what
do you want to do?
What can I do?
Steal their fucking laptops?
We're fucked.
Where's Conor?
How do you want it?
Regular, I guess.
- Who is it?
- Ray Donovan.
Hey, Ted.
Look, Briana,
I don't know how
you got involved in this.
- What made you take that phone.
- He lied to me.
- A thousand times.
- About what?
He said he loved me.
I lost two years of my life
campaigning for him.
Coming out with that phone
isn't gonna hurt Verona.
He'll make
a public apology...
We're not coming out
with a phone.
I changed my mind
and Professor Blackwood says
- he'll destroy it.
- He's full of shit.
He's the only one
on my side.
He called Townsend's campaign.
Wants to use your phone
to take down Verona himself.
Be a hero. Get another
fucking poster for his wall.
Think he'll give a shit
when they start
dragging you through the mud?
Huh?
Press starts calling you
a thief and a whore.
You don't deserve that.
You're young.
You made a mistake.
Yeah.
Mistakes were made.
You know, I'm not even
the only woman on that phone.
I walked in on him
fucking someone in a hotel.
That's when I took the phone.
You want me to help you
get it back?
You missed class.
I had a college
counseling meeting.
I handed back
the tests.
You got an A.
That's a relief I guess.
Something wrong?
Just college application BS.
What BS are they
making you do?
They want me to be
"raw and revealing"
in my essay which is
just code for writing about
the worst things
that ever happened to you.
- Right.
- And I already blabbed
to you about
what that was.
I remember.
So I just... I don't really
wanna write about
my murdered boyfriend
just to get into
some bullshit college.
Sorry.
"Into college."
I don't blame you.
Did you ever feel guilty...
when your wife died?
Like...
on the night
of the accident,
if there was anything
you could've done differently?
- What?
- Katie told me
that's how your wife died.
In your accident.
Wow.
No, um,
we were celebrating
our anniversary in Sayulita.
She started getting
these headaches.
Blood clot.
I should head home.
Ms. Donovan, for your essay
you could write about
getting a D in math.
Yeah.
I'm proud of you, Briana.
There'll be
a few reporters.
Okay? They're people
I trust
and I'll be
right by your side.
You're doing
an honorable thing.
This way.
Nine-tenths of the law,
right?
You like working for Lee?
Good lumbar support.
The intern brings in
lunch every day.
Lee pops a blood vessel
every ten minutes.
What's not to like?
What if I want you back?
You're a piece of work.
You let the business
go to shit,
- you're punishing Avi.
- Can't blame me for that.
Yeah, well, you didn't
have to punish me.
No, I didn't.
Look...
I don't like sitting on my ass
behind that desk every day.
And I don't like
standing around
waiting for orders.
You gotta lighten
the fuck up.
I'll do my best.
All right, then.
I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
You have three saved messages.
Tom, it's Briana.
Just saw you on Hannity
in that Brioni tie
we got you with the swirls.
Seriously, Tom?
I've been at the Fairmont
four hours.
Do you even want to see me?
It's Paige.
Everyone's gone home.
I'm stretched out over my desk,
waiting for you.
You come up behind me,
pull up my skirt,
biting my ass so hard
I scream,
but you know how bad I want it
so you bite me again...
- Yeah?
- Did you get it?
You'll know I got it
when I fucking call you.
Mr. Donovan, I...
- Hello?
- We need to meet.
Take the girls on their dates
and meet me in Glendale.
- You okay, kiddo?
- I think so.
Who else has heard it?
As far as I know just
the girl and her professor.
Does my father know
you have it?
For me to think of this
getting out... it makes me sick.
I'm a fucking idiot.
We just got
carried away.
So you're telling me
you got caught up
in a whirlwind romance with
that fat fuck Tom Verona?
Come on.
You looked in his eyes
and saw someone
who could get you
what you wanted.
That, too.
So, you gonna give
the phone to my father?
What's he
gonna do with it?
He's gonna leverage me
out of the business.
Why?
What'd you do to him?
The better question is
what's he done to me?
Look, Paige,
I work for your father.
- What did you want for it?
- He did something for me.
Took care of my brother.
We made a deal.
I can make you
a better deal.
Just name your price.
I work for your father.
I bring up all these
luchadores from TJ
and we can't cover
their insurance,
they'll bust your head.
Unless I counted wrong
that's $12,232.
Let me get you
an envelope.
What are you doing
with Teresa?
What? Nothing.
What are you talking about?
I got eyes,
motherfucker.
- She your girlfriend?
- What?
No, man,
I'm her fucking brother.
But I do need her mind clear
to perform.
I can't have her
getting soft.
She ain't getting soft.
- Hey.
- Whoa, man.
Did I see you take money
from my brother?
- He gave me money.
- Yeah?
Well, now you give me
what he gave you.
Take it up with Bunchy, man.
Don't you
fuck with my brother.
Nobody's fucking
with your brother. Chill.
- We got a business contract.
- Yeah?
Now you leave him
the fuck alone!
Terry, get off of him!
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Oh.
So, Davros says
you need another ten.
It's just short-term.
It will be my pleasure.
Please.
Oh, Mrs. Minassian.
You're a great American.
After that, uh,
we take 50.
50,000?
You're talking
a goddamn shakedown?
Not interest
on your loan.
Cash flow
moving forward.
50% of the business?
50%, a partnership.
- Accept?
- No.
- I don't like your terms.
- These are good terms.
Good for me,
good for you.
Settle debts
with your Mexicans.
Enjoy the advantages
of our organization.
We got our own
organization.
No, two men.
That is not an organization.
We are your partner.
No, we don't
wanna be partners.
Let's go, Daryll.
How old,
your grandson?
Beautiful boy.
Pink cheeks.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Whoa, Pop.
Take it easy.
I was paying a compliment.
We might wanna stay
on her good side.
Mrs. Minassian...
I want us to do right
by each other.
And of course we will.
Of course, of course.
50-50.
You took your time.
That girl's gonna
keep quiet.
Verona should be
all clear for Tuesday.
- And the phone?
- I got rid of it.
Which part of
"get me the phone"
didn't you understand?
You said you wanted
it kept quiet.
Don't be fucking coy.
You know what's on
that phone?
What do you think?
I just assumed as a father
you'd want to
bury that kind of thing.
An honest to God
white knight.
Did you give my daughter
that phone?
No.
Governor is having
an election party Tuesday night.
You're invited.
Bring Mrs. Donovan.
Good night, Ray.
Did you get it?
Did I get what?
The phone.
Good night, Varick.
- You're leaving?
- Your brother's fucking crazy.
I can talk to him.
He just didn't understand
our arrangement.
We got an offer
in Bakersfield anyway.
Gotta make that paper.
But you've been so...
helpful.
Sprucing up the place.
Maybe I could hire you.
I go where Pablo
and them go.
They ain't just my job,
they're my family.
Teresa, you can't go.
Okay?
Don't go.
Tell me what to do
to keep you here.
I'll do whatever you want.
There's nothing
you can do.
But I'll miss
fucking with you.
You didn't
give it to him.
Not yet.
You don't like my family,
do you?
- What's to like?
- Not much.
How'd it get so bad
between you two?
I can't tell you
all the details.
Pick one.
I tried too hard for
my father's approval.
And he preferred feeling needed
over feeling proud.
Maybe you should have
just kidnapped yourself.
Maybe.
I'll give you the phone
for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much?
- 5%.
What if I told you
you're insane?
You don't get
a football team.
- 2.5.
- 3.
Okay.
You get the phone when
I see something in writing.
You need that?
You don't trust me?
I wonder if you're
out past your depths.
I'll manage.
They were gonna
rip you off.
What do you know
about it?
Well, I know what I saw.
You know, we don't all
have to spend
our life fucking miserable.
The fuck you doing here?
Your son Ubered out to see me
after school today.
Wanted some quality time.
I drove him home.
What were you doing
in North Hollywood?
Grandpa just told you.
Quality time.
Why don't you
go upstairs, Conor?
He's a great kid.
Offer me a drink.
Three minutes of your life.
He's lonesome,
your son.
No one's home
and he's taking it personal.
You're gonna give me a fucking
lesson in parenting, Mick?
My mistakes
weigh on me, too.
I'm sure you cry yourself
to sleep.
No good looking back.
Hey, I'm concerned
about you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
I know Abby's gone.
I know you must be hurting.
I want you to know,
whatever history
is there between
you and me,
you wanna talk,
I can be a very good listener.
Food for thought.
What are you up to
out there?
- Up to?
- North Hollywood.
What do you got
going on, Mick?
I bought a two bedroom
apartment,
top of the line grill,
right by the pool.
You all right?
No, you got the blues.
Yeah.
You wanna talk about it?
I don't think so.
It's too painful.
You know something?
Maybe it's...
hardwiring from childhood,
I don't know,
but I find that, uh...
I still find that prayer
eases pain more than
anything else.
I-I don't know.
Works for me.
May I be confident that,
in the trials of my life,
that You, oh, God,
will be
my constant companion.
Whenever I can't stand,
You will carry me.
May I have no fear of what
might happen tomorrow,
for the same Father
who cares for me today
will care for me then
and for every day
of my life.
You will shield me
from suffering
or give me the strength
to bear it patiently,
for Your yoke is easy
and Your burden is light.
May I then be at peace
and put aside
all the useless worries.
Hey, Dog.
Hey.
Hi.
Good boy.
- Where the hell are you?
- I'm in Boston.
What about the kids?
They can look after themselves
for a couple of days.
Get your ass home, Abby.
You get your ass home,
you fucking hypocrite.
So you really gonna
kick us out?
That's the rules.
Yeah?
You like rules?
Vartan is connected.
His sister's the bank.
You be a good boy, hmm?
You understand
the terms, right?
Sure, you give me ten grand,
I give you back 15
in a month.
I'm gonna let you in
on a vision I have
of a way we can all
get rich together.
See this cocaine?
This is for you to sell.
We split the profits.
Let us take care of you
for one day.
They all had
a very good day.
Dope was easy to move.
God damn.
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate.
Who's a ding,
motherfucker?
- They're gonna kill him.
- That's terrible.
- Can you help me?
- Governor, this is
- my good friend Ray Donovan.
- Nice to meet you.
Ray has a brother in County.
We would appreciate it if you
would expedite his release.
I'll get it done tonight.
What it cost you
to get me out?
I had a contract drawn up
to buy you and your services
and your company,
lock, stock, and barrel.
Sign there and there.
You'll be expected
for work tomorrow morning.
Get in! The water's fine!
Yes!
Whoo!
Pass the ball! Pass the ball!
Great party, Mick.
- This ain't good.
- What's your problem?
We're in with the Minassians
up to our fucking necks.
I mean, how much did you
float this dude's party for?
What? 15K?
You got to spend money
to make money.
Yeah, well, Wikipedia said these
Armenian's Power is vicious.
Mr. Minassian?
He skims credit cards,
sits in a ballroom
drinking rosewater.
How vicious can you get?
You PJ?
You're the guy with
all the girls on BangBoard?
Yeah, nice to meet
in the flesh.
Ha. Wait, wait, wait, wait.
That's a great slogan.
Uh, BangBoard...
Nice to meet in the flesh.
Whoa, whoa,
who you talking to?
KWIP, my app.
You say something witty,
it translates it to text,
then blasts it to
all your platforms.
Anyway, thanks for
meeting me off-site.
My guys don't really go in
for this sort of thing.
- So we got to be discreet.
- No problem.
Girls, blow, plus the kid
and myself that supervise.
All the girls we picked
will be there?
Every one.
So, 15.
Well, yeah, half now,
half when the party's over.
Right.
See? Not to worry.
Jeez.
What are you doing?
Making lunch.
Mom always just
gives us money.
Are you only living here
until she comes home?
I don't know, Bridg.
You, uh...
you want a lunch?
My buddies are going
to Amoeba after school
to see Pet Ghost
do a signing.
You're still grounded,
pal.
Don't you want me
to have a life?
No, I want you home
after school.
What are you working on?
Uh, tweaking
this personal statement.
Mandatory meeting
at 1:30 with a college advisor.
College, huh?
- All right.
- What?
See you at 1:30.
Yeah?
You're spying on me?
No,
just getting organized.
Yeah, right.
Now you got to
get organized.
Spy on me from there.
Don't be obvious,
idiot.
I'm sorry.
- Oh, God.
- Don't talk, dumb-ass.
Now touch yourself.
There you go.
That's good.
- What the fuck's this?
- Uh...
fell off the chair,
knocked some papers over.
I was telling him how
you guys might want to put
a fucking Glade PlugIn
out there.
It smells like dog.
What's Lucha "Nache"?
Uh...
It's Noche.
Mexican wrestling,
with the masks.
We're doing some shows
at the club.
Started planning it
while you was away.
- Who's planning it?
- Me and their manager.
Want to do a whole series,
like, chapters in a book.
- Who's paying for this?
- Don't worry about it.
Los Angeles...
someone said
it's like a volcano
spewing out wreckage
in all directions.
That plant? Mine since '87.
My daughter wants to
tear it to the ground,
and build her stadium there,
but she's got a few boxes
to tick first,
like bird people fretting
about migration patterns,
et cetera, et cetera.
Is that what
you need me for?
No, the Governor's
taking care of those details.
We need to take care
of the Governor.
She's early.
Varick.
A former aide possesses
an unflattering piece
of information on Verona.
She stole his cell phone,
the contents of which
will damage the Governor's bid
for reelection.
I visited her last night
with an offer, she declined.
So we may need
to escalate.
I don't think
that's necessary.
I defer to your expertise
on how it gets done.
- Hello, dear.
- Keep this between us.
Sure.
- Why is he here?
- Ray's my guy.
Look, we have competition
for San Diego.
We have to act quickly.
The ink's hardly dry
on the studio deal.
Forget the movies.
Football is
the number-one-watched
television show
in America every time it airs.
We need to move the team here,
triple your money,
and then you are gonna
love the NFL.
And you will, of course,
build the stadium
to take in the view, huh?
It's football, Dad.
Violence is the view.
Hey, Dad.
You look like your mother.
Yeah, I know.
Hard in the eyes.
What's wrong?
Fucking heart disease.
Fall over a few times,
they strap you to the bed,
bill you to death.
I'm sorry.
Dave told me you showed up,
no notice.
Yeah.
No kids?
No husband?
No.
He kick you out?
I want to buy the bar.
You?
I thought it might make
things easier for everybody.
Everybody's fine.
Margaret says
it's losing money.
Your sister is the worst
bookkeeper in the city.
Dad, I'm just trying
to help, you know?
We don't need
your husband's money.
Who cares
where it came from?
The bar's called Kelly's Place.
You're a fucking Donovan.
There's some macaroni
in the fridge.
I went to see Dad.
- Yeah?
- You can imagine how that went.
He just says the same shit
on repeat.
"If you don't like it
in the gutter,
get out of the gutter."
He never said that.
"You got a roof and a bed.
Shut the fuck up."
I don't know how
you can stand to talk to him.
You just got to
let it go.
I asked Dad
if I could buy the bar.
With Ray's money?
Whatever hell he gave you,
you were asking for it.
What if I bought it
in your name?
- What?
- Profits are yours and Dave's.
You're fucking serious.
Yeah, I'm fucking serious.
- Hey.
- Amazing.
Jesus Christ, Pop.
Pop, it's like a fucking
middle-school dance.
We're gonna miss the...
the next dates.
Okay.
Let's, uh... let's have a hand
for PJ, huh?
What a boss.
What a boss. Huh?
He's given us this great party,
and he tells me
you're working hard.
I appreciate, being
an entrepreneur myself,
but man labors for a purpose,
am I right?
And I got to believe
that, uh...
one of your purposes
is pussy.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
Gentlemen,
the door is open.
PJ.
Michelle... why don't you
show Michelle your office?
- Yeah, Michelle, PJ.
- Hey, PJ.
- Where's your office?
- Uh, it's in the corner.
The corner one.
Um, yeah.
Uh...
You're gonna have to be
a little proactive.
These guys aren't schooled
in the art of the first move.
Here, go get 'em.
Go get 'em.
It's an emotivist refutation
of Kant, dude.
Bodhi's a bank robber,
but also a cool surfer guy,
which short-circuits
Johnny Utah's
whole FBI-agent deal.
Morality's slave
to passion.
- Classic fucking Hume.
- Yeah.
How did you
not see that?
- Who is it?
- My name's Ray Donovan.
I'm looking
for Briana Gathright.
I should notify you at this
time, you're being recorded.
Last night a guy named
Varick Strauss...
I don't have it anymore!
Okay, clearly this is
illegal forced entry.
- Briana.
- You don't have to tell him
anything, Briana.
Briana, could you just come out
here so we can talk, please?
Say the word, Briana, and I'll
mace this son of a bitch.
What's your name?
Ted.
Briana, I'd like to not hurt
your friend Ted here,
so could you open
the fucking door?
I gave it to my advisor
last night... Sheldon Blackwood.
You want it, go deal with him
at the law building.
My phone.
And Jordan Pressman have
been increasing earnings
through the '50s and '60s,
and continuing on...
Mr. Donovan.
Briana just rang.
She told me to expect you.
- I'm Sheldon Blackwood.
- Yeah, I know who you are.
Well, your associate came
to my research assistant
waving a demand letter
filled with empty claims
and hearsay.
Your research assistant
gave you something
- that wasn't hers to give.
- A phone.
A cheap, black phone
with no personal data,
no receipt of purchase.
Possession is nine-tenths
of the law, Mr. Donovan.
I might reasonably claim
that that phone is mine.
And I might reasonably
not give a shit
about that law,
Professor.
See you later.
I hope not.
However it works
in your corner of the world,
harassment means jail time
in mine.
This "meet me now" shit...
it's not gonna fly.
I got a job for ya.
What is it?
Some guy's got a burner phone
that belongs to Governor Verona.
- So?
- We got to get it.
Why can't you do it?
I got a meeting
at Bridget's school.
- Is everything all right?
- Abby took off for Boston.
Kids are out of sorts.
All right, today only.
Twice my usual rate.
I'll give you three.
That's not how
a negotiation works.
I know what you're worth.
♪ 'Cause you won't, won't ♪
♪ Won't let me think ♪
♪ I'm beggin' you to ♪
Wow, these guys
are going in.
Yeah, they been keeping it
pent up too long.
Bad for the blood flow.
Conor?
Is your apartment
The El Dorado?
- Yeah, why?
- I'm here.
I just got dropped off.
How do I get in?
Don't move.
I'm coming there.
- You got this under control?
- Yeah, shit's running itself.
Ah, what a blessing
you are.
- What up?
- These guys have snorted
every grain of coke.
We got to wind it down.
No, we don't.
We good.
I mean, Michelle, come on.
Look at these dudes.
They don't want to wind it down.
Okay? Tomorrow they're gonna
be nerds in a cubicle.
Right now they're kings.
Miguel, what up?
It's Daryll Donovan.
Hey, listen, I need
another ten grand re-up
at that party in Venice.
Bunchy, a little help here.
I'm lost.
All right, look,
you got to get
your form down first.
Good stance, go single.
One hand at a time.
- All right?
- Yeah.
Stare at that yellow tape.
Nice.
Hey, Stan told me
you got a settlement.
Yeah?
- See? Working my rhythm.
- You beat the Church.
David and Goliath,
am I right?
Class action.
There was six of us.
Yeah, lawyers wouldn't
let me sue, so...
- Why not?
- Yo!
The foam's worn down
in your shitty-ass gloves,
I'm gonna cut
my fucking knuckles.
Okay.
Let's see what
we can do about that.
Look, um,
just keep practicing.
- Yep.
- And breathe out your nose.
Thanks.
What was he talking about?
Why'd the Church
give you money?
You can tell me whatever.
I really like you.
And it's not worth
me being around you
- if you're just gonna...
- Jesus, spit it out already.
A priest messed around
with me when I was a kid.
Probably you need
to know that.
No wonder
you're so fucked up.
If you don't want to
be around me no more,
I get it.
I ain't got no problem
with it.
Mom went back to Boston.
Boston?
What for?
I don't know.
All Dad ever says
is "don't worry
about it."
Maybe she went back
to see that
cocksucker father
of hers
or enjoy
the fall foliage.
I think she left
'cause I freaked her out.
She walked in on me
at a bad time.
Bad time?
Were you jerking off?
Conor, if God didn't want us
to jerk off,
he would've given us
shorter arms.
It's natural.
Thanks, Grandpa.
But for Christ's sake,
lock the fucking door.
Ginger?
Jesus Christ.
Another fucking ten.
Did they ask for it?
Ah, shit.
I'll be right there.
We're going for a ride.
Mm, very high percentile
on her English IC exam.
She started reading when
she was still in diapers.
The Hungry Caterpillar...
just picked it up herself.
I see the Calabasas transcripts
are good.
Always worked hard.
Never had to push her.
Yes, well,
you might want to start.
There are some
trouble zones this semester.
B-minus in French,
D in Calculus,
- Chemistry is a C...
- D?
Those are just
mid-term grades.
Yes, but, Bridget, we distribute
these mid-term marks
to ring an alarm
before the student destroys
her chances at the Harvards
and Yales.
Those schools
have to know
that Rossmore
is way more strict.
Bridget's personal statement...
have you read it?
- Not yet, no.
- She was prompted to share
a piece of background that's
central to her identity.
She wrote about singing.
- What's wrong with singing?
- Well, as a hobby, nothing.
As a sales point
for a student
with a shaky academic record...
weak.
You got any suggestions,
or you just gonna keep
- lobbing insults at her?
- Dad.
Bridget, try to find something
revealing to write about,
something raw.
A story of hardship would help
contextualize
a flagging academic record.
- Sorry about that.
- Sorry about what?
I didn't mean
to embarrass you.
- You didn't.
- I know college stuff
isn't really
your métier.
My what?
What you're familiar with.
But thanks for coming.
Yeah?
I need you to come to my
father's house.
I'm busy.
Do you want me
to put him on the phone
so he can ask you himself?
Here is to
the new boss.
May your expectations
be very low.
Cheers.
It's Bridg.
I got to get it.
Hey, Bridg.
How'd it go with the counselor?
I feel like a fuckup.
You, Bridg? You're a star.
You kidding me?
Did your dad
go with you?
He was sort of lost, you know?
I felt bad.
Poor Ray.
What are you doing
out there, Mom?
Honey, I'm just taking
some time for myself.
- You know?
- For yourself?
Mom, I don't... I don't have
a single friend at this school,
and I'm not Conor's mother.
I can barely handle
my own shit.
Okay, sweetheart,
Look, I'll be on
the next flight home, okay?
I love you.
- She okay?
- I got to get back.
She needs me.
As soon as I talk to Ray,
we'll get a check cut,
and we'll get
this bar thing going.
- As soon as you talk to Ray.
- Yeah.
Once he knows
how important it is,
he'll be fine with it.
Don't do this.
Don't get our hopes up
and then just go blow us off.
- Margaret...
- No, we've been
killing ourselves for years
with Dad and the bar
while you're out there
in Hollywood
getting your fucking hair
highlighted,
following Ray around
like a dog.
What the fuck do you know
what it is to stay married?
How long did you last,
Margaret?
You know they don't
give out prizes
for putting up
with bullshit.
At least I didn't
hang in there with a guy
who fucks everything
with a pulse
and then just shuts me up
with money.
I got to get back
to my daughter.
Writ of habeas petition.
Anyone? Anyone?
Nothing?
Well, neither of the state
appellate's decisions
really provided
any comprehensive summary
of the facts with respect
to Smith's habeas petition.
But let's talk
about surveillance.
Who, if anyone, knows
why it was inadmissible?
W-what are you
doing here?
Hey, I'm... I'm Sandra.
Perspective One-L?
I-I emailed about
auditing your clinic.
I don't remember that.
Um, Professor Blackwood,
Indefensible...
that movie is the whole reason
I'm applying to law school.
Your commentary on the DVD
was amazing.
Well, you lose an appalling
amount of detail in a script.
Well, if you hadn't
gotten the witness
on the stand before he died,
would you still have
won the case?
Yeah, justice has
its own momentum, Sandra.
"Truth will out."
Merchant of Venice.
I just got chills.
I don't take auditors
mid-semester.
But I'll have admissions
route your application
- through me.
- I appreciate that.
Paige has run into a wrinkle
with her NFL plan.
A fucking wrinkle?
Zack Davis shopped my bid
to some hick billionaire
in North Dakota.
It's just business,
sweetheart.
- We had a deal.
- You had a handshake.
I need you
to get rid of this guy.
- What do you got on him?
- I don't know.
Isn't that
your department?
Paige, Mr. Donovan
will get on the scent.
Now, would you give us
a moment, please?
- You want me on that?
- No.
- What did Varick say?
- Get the phone.
Protect Verona.
Don't get distracted.
What's she got on you?
You told me to watch your kids.
What am I looking for?
Today a phone.
If you don't tell me what's
going on, I can't help you.
Ray, you're a father,
aren't you?
What's that supposed
to mean?
Get the phone.
What did my father
say to you?
Yeah?
The bug picked up a call.
Blackwood made a deal
with Verona's rival.
He told Townsend's campaign
he's bringing the phone,
and they're setting up
a press conference tonight.
All right, thanks.
What is he
having you do?
- It's not your concern.
- We both know that's not true.
♪ I know you feel
♪ Like a ticking, ticking
time bomb ♪
Whoo! Hey!
- Here he is. Con!
- What's up, Uncle?
Good to see you, man.
Hey, Pop...
What the fuck
were you thinking?
- What?
- You guys.
Man, you guys are a bunch
of rock stars.
I just... I love your faces,
both of you.
You with your fucking
snowy, white hair
and you with your
thin, little mustache.
You're like a charming
lesbian couple.
Thank you.
Look, you guys ran up another 10
on top of the 15.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
We said 15.
You were supposed to end
the party when the shit ran out.
How could you
be so stupid?
How the fuck are you
talking about? "Be so stupid"?
Pop, I followed your model.
When the johns run out of money,
we float the loan.
- That's what you said, right?
- Yeah, we float 100 here,
a 100 there,
not ten fucking thousand
and not with the Mexican
gangs involved.
All right, so what
do you want to do?
What can I do?
Steal their fucking laptops?
We're fucked.
Where's Conor?
How do you want it?
Regular, I guess.
- Who is it?
- Ray Donovan.
Hey, Ted.
Look, Briana,
I don't know how
you got involved in this.
- What made you take that phone.
- He lied to me.
- A thousand times.
- About what?
He said he loved me.
I lost two years of my life
campaigning for him.
Coming out with that phone
isn't gonna hurt Verona.
He'll make
a public apology...
We're not coming out
with a phone.
I changed my mind
and Professor Blackwood says
- he'll destroy it.
- He's full of shit.
He's the only one
on my side.
He called Townsend's campaign.
Wants to use your phone
to take down Verona himself.
Be a hero. Get another
fucking poster for his wall.
Think he'll give a shit
when they start
dragging you through the mud?
Huh?
Press starts calling you
a thief and a whore.
You don't deserve that.
You're young.
You made a mistake.
Yeah.
Mistakes were made.
You know, I'm not even
the only woman on that phone.
I walked in on him
fucking someone in a hotel.
That's when I took the phone.
You want me to help you
get it back?
You missed class.
I had a college
counseling meeting.
I handed back
the tests.
You got an A.
That's a relief I guess.
Something wrong?
Just college application BS.
What BS are they
making you do?
They want me to be
"raw and revealing"
in my essay which is
just code for writing about
the worst things
that ever happened to you.
- Right.
- And I already blabbed
to you about
what that was.
I remember.
So I just... I don't really
wanna write about
my murdered boyfriend
just to get into
some bullshit college.
Sorry.
"Into college."
I don't blame you.
Did you ever feel guilty...
when your wife died?
Like...
on the night
of the accident,
if there was anything
you could've done differently?
- What?
- Katie told me
that's how your wife died.
In your accident.
Wow.
No, um,
we were celebrating
our anniversary in Sayulita.
She started getting
these headaches.
Blood clot.
I should head home.
Ms. Donovan, for your essay
you could write about
getting a D in math.
Yeah.
I'm proud of you, Briana.
There'll be
a few reporters.
Okay? They're people
I trust
and I'll be
right by your side.
You're doing
an honorable thing.
This way.
Nine-tenths of the law,
right?
You like working for Lee?
Good lumbar support.
The intern brings in
lunch every day.
Lee pops a blood vessel
every ten minutes.
What's not to like?
What if I want you back?
You're a piece of work.
You let the business
go to shit,
- you're punishing Avi.
- Can't blame me for that.
Yeah, well, you didn't
have to punish me.
No, I didn't.
Look...
I don't like sitting on my ass
behind that desk every day.
And I don't like
standing around
waiting for orders.
You gotta lighten
the fuck up.
I'll do my best.
All right, then.
I'll see you tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
You have three saved messages.
Tom, it's Briana.
Just saw you on Hannity
in that Brioni tie
we got you with the swirls.
Seriously, Tom?
I've been at the Fairmont
four hours.
Do you even want to see me?
It's Paige.
Everyone's gone home.
I'm stretched out over my desk,
waiting for you.
You come up behind me,
pull up my skirt,
biting my ass so hard
I scream,
but you know how bad I want it
so you bite me again...
- Yeah?
- Did you get it?
You'll know I got it
when I fucking call you.
Mr. Donovan, I...
- Hello?
- We need to meet.
Take the girls on their dates
and meet me in Glendale.
- You okay, kiddo?
- I think so.
Who else has heard it?
As far as I know just
the girl and her professor.
Does my father know
you have it?
For me to think of this
getting out... it makes me sick.
I'm a fucking idiot.
We just got
carried away.
So you're telling me
you got caught up
in a whirlwind romance with
that fat fuck Tom Verona?
Come on.
You looked in his eyes
and saw someone
who could get you
what you wanted.
That, too.
So, you gonna give
the phone to my father?
What's he
gonna do with it?
He's gonna leverage me
out of the business.
Why?
What'd you do to him?
The better question is
what's he done to me?
Look, Paige,
I work for your father.
- What did you want for it?
- He did something for me.
Took care of my brother.
We made a deal.
I can make you
a better deal.
Just name your price.
I work for your father.
I bring up all these
luchadores from TJ
and we can't cover
their insurance,
they'll bust your head.
Unless I counted wrong
that's $12,232.
Let me get you
an envelope.
What are you doing
with Teresa?
What? Nothing.
What are you talking about?
I got eyes,
motherfucker.
- She your girlfriend?
- What?
No, man,
I'm her fucking brother.
But I do need her mind clear
to perform.
I can't have her
getting soft.
She ain't getting soft.
- Hey.
- Whoa, man.
Did I see you take money
from my brother?
- He gave me money.
- Yeah?
Well, now you give me
what he gave you.
Take it up with Bunchy, man.
Don't you
fuck with my brother.
Nobody's fucking
with your brother. Chill.
- We got a business contract.
- Yeah?
Now you leave him
the fuck alone!
Terry, get off of him!
What the fuck
is wrong with you?
Oh.
So, Davros says
you need another ten.
It's just short-term.
It will be my pleasure.
Please.
Oh, Mrs. Minassian.
You're a great American.
After that, uh,
we take 50.
50,000?
You're talking
a goddamn shakedown?
Not interest
on your loan.
Cash flow
moving forward.
50% of the business?
50%, a partnership.
- Accept?
- No.
- I don't like your terms.
- These are good terms.
Good for me,
good for you.
Settle debts
with your Mexicans.
Enjoy the advantages
of our organization.
We got our own
organization.
No, two men.
That is not an organization.
We are your partner.
No, we don't
wanna be partners.
Let's go, Daryll.
How old,
your grandson?
Beautiful boy.
Pink cheeks.
- Shut your fucking mouth.
- Whoa, Pop.
Take it easy.
I was paying a compliment.
We might wanna stay
on her good side.
Mrs. Minassian...
I want us to do right
by each other.
And of course we will.
Of course, of course.
50-50.
You took your time.
That girl's gonna
keep quiet.
Verona should be
all clear for Tuesday.
- And the phone?
- I got rid of it.
Which part of
"get me the phone"
didn't you understand?
You said you wanted
it kept quiet.
Don't be fucking coy.
You know what's on
that phone?
What do you think?
I just assumed as a father
you'd want to
bury that kind of thing.
An honest to God
white knight.
Did you give my daughter
that phone?
No.
Governor is having
an election party Tuesday night.
You're invited.
Bring Mrs. Donovan.
Good night, Ray.
Did you get it?
Did I get what?
The phone.
Good night, Varick.
- You're leaving?
- Your brother's fucking crazy.
I can talk to him.
He just didn't understand
our arrangement.
We got an offer
in Bakersfield anyway.
Gotta make that paper.
But you've been so...
helpful.
Sprucing up the place.
Maybe I could hire you.
I go where Pablo
and them go.
They ain't just my job,
they're my family.
Teresa, you can't go.
Okay?
Don't go.
Tell me what to do
to keep you here.
I'll do whatever you want.
There's nothing
you can do.
But I'll miss
fucking with you.
You didn't
give it to him.
Not yet.
You don't like my family,
do you?
- What's to like?
- Not much.
How'd it get so bad
between you two?
I can't tell you
all the details.
Pick one.
I tried too hard for
my father's approval.
And he preferred feeling needed
over feeling proud.
Maybe you should have
just kidnapped yourself.
Maybe.
I'll give you the phone
for a piece of your NFL deal.
- How much?
- 5%.
What if I told you
you're insane?
You don't get
a football team.
- 2.5.
- 3.
Okay.
You get the phone when
I see something in writing.
You need that?
You don't trust me?
I wonder if you're
out past your depths.
I'll manage.
They were gonna
rip you off.
What do you know
about it?
Well, I know what I saw.
You know, we don't all
have to spend
our life fucking miserable.
The fuck you doing here?
Your son Ubered out to see me
after school today.
Wanted some quality time.
I drove him home.
What were you doing
in North Hollywood?
Grandpa just told you.
Quality time.
Why don't you
go upstairs, Conor?
He's a great kid.
Offer me a drink.
Three minutes of your life.
He's lonesome,
your son.
No one's home
and he's taking it personal.
You're gonna give me a fucking
lesson in parenting, Mick?
My mistakes
weigh on me, too.
I'm sure you cry yourself
to sleep.
No good looking back.
Hey, I'm concerned
about you.
- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.
I know Abby's gone.
I know you must be hurting.
I want you to know,
whatever history
is there between
you and me,
you wanna talk,
I can be a very good listener.
Food for thought.
What are you up to
out there?
- Up to?
- North Hollywood.
What do you got
going on, Mick?
I bought a two bedroom
apartment,
top of the line grill,
right by the pool.
You all right?
No, you got the blues.
Yeah.
You wanna talk about it?
I don't think so.
It's too painful.
You know something?
Maybe it's...
hardwiring from childhood,
I don't know,
but I find that, uh...
I still find that prayer
eases pain more than
anything else.
I-I don't know.
Works for me.
May I be confident that,
in the trials of my life,
that You, oh, God,
will be
my constant companion.
Whenever I can't stand,
You will carry me.
May I have no fear of what
might happen tomorrow,
for the same Father
who cares for me today
will care for me then
and for every day
of my life.
You will shield me
from suffering
or give me the strength
to bear it patiently,
for Your yoke is easy
and Your burden is light.
May I then be at peace
and put aside
all the useless worries.
Hey, Dog.
Hey.
Hi.
Good boy.