Ray Donovan (2013–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - Marisol - full transcript

[Ray] Previously on Ray Donovan...

[Romero] I want you to
meet Hector Campos.

He's gonna take care of you.

Hey, man. How are you doing?

You ever been to Big Bear?
Got a quiet place up there

where I train.

I'm gonna take you
there, help you recover.

- How do you know Romero?
- Same way as you.

[Abby] I have breast cancer.

They want to cut my tits off.

Stage zero. I mean,
isn't that everybody?



Isn't everybody fucking stage zero?

[Ray] Dropped Terry at the church.

[Abby] They rejected your application?

Priest says I can help with
the vespers and songs,

but that I haven't been involved
with the church long enough,

that I haven't had my faith tested.

Me!

Those Minassians aren't gonna stop.

We need to do something.

Fuck. Let's go.

Aah!

[gunfire]

You fucked up my sting.

You left Belikov out there to do this.



Tell me where your father is.

[Ray] My father's gone, detective.

I hope to hell he's never coming back.

[Ed] Your trip is on, Chip.

- Stop right there, Chip.
- I'm going home, officer.

[Muncie] When I find him,

it's gonna be a whole
different situation.

Mickey,

you saggy, bald motherfucker.

What's going on, Hector?

I fucked up, man.

You got to help me out here, man.

I'm fighting in two fucking days, Ray.

What the fuck you looking at?

[Ray] Who was the woman?

[Hector] Just a fucking woman, Ray.

We got too loud, and
then the fucking cop came.

She keeps fucking texting me.

Threatening me. Threatening to kill me.

- Who is she?
- Marisol. She's my half-sister.

[dramatic music]

[tense music]

[pipe lighting]

[bell ringing]

♪ ♪

[knocking at door]

Shit.

Just a second.

Hi. I'm Lisa, your segment producer.

- Marisol.
- Just wanted to go over

some things John's
gonna talk to you about.

It's fine.

Um, I know this might be hard.

But h-he'll ask you some
easy questions first,

and then he'll get into your
relationship with your brother.

Are you okay with that?

I'm ready.

He can ask me whatever shit he wants

about me fucking my brother.

It's live. There's
only a six-second delay,

so language should be...

Right. I got it.

No swearing.

What else?

We're running a little behind schedule.

Great.

[announcer on radio] It's
a big day in sports,

and we've got a lot to talk about.

First up, boxing.

Rumors are swirling about
John Van Scott's

upcoming exclusive interview.

Reigning middleweight
champion Hector Campos's sister,

Marisol, will be appearing on
the ASC Network later today.

Morning, shitcakes.

[announcer] And word
is, she'll be revealing

some shocking revelations about...

Probably likes wearing women's panties.

Big fucking deal.

Where are we going?

Disneyland.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[overlapping chatter]

[camera shutters clicking]

♪ ♪

[man] Did a nice job.

[indistinct chatter]

Ray Donovan.

[chatter continues]

♪ ♪

Thank you for coming.

My people gave me this.

They want me to go out there

and talk about her drug convictions

and the time she got
busted for prostitution.

Want me to say we had an intervention,

and I threatened to cut her off.

That she's doing this to
get some money from me.

Did you talk to Romero?

What did he say?

He asked me to come to confession, man,

make a commitment to
end the relationship.

You want me to drive you out there?

Marisol goes on TV
today. It's over for me, Ray.

Take care of this for me.

I can't do it, Hector.

Shit, man, I-I-I know...

and I know what I
did fucked your shit up.

But I got a fight today
with a $55 million purse.

It's not my problem.

Just name your price, Ray.

I don't want your money.

So I get punished because...
'cause you know me?

Because I'm your friend?

- It's not that.
- Any other asshole

off the street with some cash,

you'd fix this shit up for them.

[exhales forcefully]

[sighs]

I lied to Romero.

I lied to my family.

Marisol... the way it happened,

it wasn't right, man.

I get it.

I was 13 years old.

She was a grown-ass woman.

Twenty-five.

She started with me right
after my priest got sent away.

She did the same shit to me that he did.

I'd only known a man.

You know what that is.

I thought I was all
fucked up in the head.

I did not want to be gay.

Do you get that, Ray?

[takes deep breath]

Do you?

Mrs. Donovan, this is Carrie Zinner

from Dr. Silverman's office.

We're following up on
scheduling your surgery.

Please call us at 310-55...

[announcer on TV] Hi,
everybody. Coming up next,

Marisol Campos is gonna join
us live here in the studio,

and she is going to
make a startling revelation

about her brother, who, of course,

happens to be the middleweight
champion of the world.

Probably queer.

You're gonna want to see this.

Ten bucks it's a sex change.

With Marisol just on the other side.

We'll be right back.

Wow. She's hot.

[on TV] Dyson's cordless
V4 transforms cleaning.

Hey. What did you do that for?

We're leaving in two minutes.

Yeah? Well, I ain't coming.

Gonna sit around here all day

and sulk over the fucking church?

I don't know what else I'm gonna do.

You could start by not
getting drunk before 9:00 a.m.

I'll be in the car.

[with mouth full] Come on, Conor.

Come on, Terry.

[suspenseful music]

Hi. We'd like to wire you for sound.

What?

I did that already.

Well, there's a problem.
We'd like to do it again.

[sighs]

The sound place is back there.

Oh, I know. There's
other ways to get there.

Well, how long till the interview?

Oh, we have a little
time. John's running a bit late.

[bell ringing]

It's just this way.

- What the fuck?
- You need to come with me.

[grunts]

That fucking cunt.

- [grunts]
- [groans]

You motherfucker!

[stun gun crackling]

Jesus Christ. You
didn't have to do that.

Yeah, I did.

Yes. Yes, I fucking
checked her dressing room.

- Lisa?
- No, she's not th...

- Where is she?
- I don't...

You don't know where she is?

No, she is not upstairs.

- Great.
- Yes, we looked...

We looked everywhere. I'm sorry.

I don't know what to tell you.

Perfect. I was hungry.

You're a nurturer.

I've always been attracted to you.

Couldn't have missed that.

[laughs]

[foil crinkling]

Is that your daughter, detective?

You two close?

She live here in town?

She passed.

My daughter too.

Drugs.

Ain't that the worst
fucking heartache in the world?

Thought I'd never get out of bed again.

How old was your girl?

I'm sorry for your loss.

I am.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I don't see Hector here, I walk.

Yeah, you said that.

♪ ♪

[sighs]

I got this kid painting
my house right now.

Chico.

Working hard, ten hours a day,

saving every penny... you know why?

[sighs]

To watch your brother's fight

from his little shit box apartment
in Boyle Heights.

Hector means something to these people.

He's an icon.

Now, you think little Chico
is going to be able to process

all the things that you
want to spout off about?

He won't.

You don't give a shit about
anyone named Chico.

Marisol,

I've known you a long time.

I've known your
brother most of his life.

I understand that this is an
emotional time for everybody,

but we can't let you
go through with this.

You're gonna check
yourself into a rehab facility.

Oh, man, would you tell these
assholes to go fuck themselves?

You're gonna ruin your
brother with this craziness.

Is that what you want?

To ruin the only source
of income that you have?

So long as you stay sober
and keep away from Hector,

his company will provide
you with a stipend

of $25,000 a month.

Why don't you go suck each
other off in a corner somewhere?

You're listening to these
rich putos now? Is that it?

Little man,

it has always been you and me.

Hasn't it?

When the truth would come calling?

You and me.

Tell me what you want, Hector. Please.

Speak to me.

Fucking say something.

I want you to take the money, Marisol.

Go to rehab.

So, now you want me gone?

Yes.

'Cause you sure didn't want me gone

when I had your dick in my mouth.

Fuck you.

It's your call, sweetie.

I'm good either way.

You get the money

or you get Ray Donovan.

You're not jerking off
on me in here, are you?

No. Just shaving.

What, you can't do two things at once?

Shave and jerk off?

Why... why would I do that?

Is that a thing?

Jesus, Theresa, come... I
got to open up the club.

And I got to get fucked.

Why are you acting like this? Huh?

Y-you're gonna be a mother.

Mothers fuck, Brendan.

How do you think they become mothers?

What is it with you?

I don't know.

That SNAP shit doesn't cure you?

I don't think it works like that.

You've got to get over your
shit and make love to me, Brendan.

I'm serious.

It's not fair.

So, your daddy fuck
you, or just your priest?

My daddy fucked me.

I know.

You're one of Romero's boys.

That's how you know Hector.

Ohh.

Se aprieta la mandibula.

You're a righteous fucking pendejo, huh?

You think you know me?

I know you fuck little kids.

[laughs] You don't know dick.

You think I don't see you?

Anyone who manhandles
a woman the way you do...

you probably fuck women like
they're dogs, don't you?

Una maldita ventana.

Butt fucked as a
boy, mind fucked as a man.

[chuckles]

You need to be quiet now, all right?

Maybe we could pull over and have
a little cry together, huh?

And then you can fuck me real hard,

hide all that pain away.

Right, daddy?

[phone rings]

- Hey.
- Mom says you really want me

to come to this thing tonight.

Yeah, I just thought it'd be nice
to have everyone together.

- You know?
- It's a big deal to you?

Oh, I just... I thought it
was something we could do.

You don't have to do it if
you don't want to. It's fine.

Look at you with the
parental mind games.

I want to be honest
with you, though, Daddy.

I'm not sure I really want to be home.

I-I'm gonna try, but my
life is different now, and...

I get it. You don't want to
come, you don't have to.

It's fine. Really.

I love you.

That your whore?

What the fuck is your problem?

Men don't talk to their wives that way.

She got to be your whore.

Ooh, sorry.

Oh, hey, Taser cunt.

Come near me again, I'll fuck you up.

Sit down.

[phone rings]

Yeah?

Boss, you won't believe this.

It's Mickey. They found him.

- What?
- The black cop, Muncie,

she has him downtown.

They're going to charge
him with the Minassian thing.

He's going to talk, Ray.

Fuck. All right. I'll be in touch.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

What am I supposed to do with her?

Sit on her.

Food, water. No drugs.

You ever bounce on the boss's dick?

Yeah, I bet you
have. I bet you fucked him.

Do you really think I waste my
time on cock, you fucking idiot?

Oh, okay, mami,

you tortillera.

[Daryll] You got a
dirty mind, little man.

I'm just saying, if my
sister was that hot...

All right, G, you got to
stop obsessing about this,

you little freak.

This is all the crap Bunchy
should be taking care of.

Theresa's probably
keeping him pretty busy

with the baby coming.

You want to manage a
club, you find the...

Hey!

Motherfuck...

Terry!

What the fuck?

Terry.

I got it. I got it.

[dogs barking]

Give me that.

[grunts]

Oh. What, you want to go, huh?

Oh! Fuck.

Come on.

[grunts]

He came out of nowhere.
Ran past, took the purse.

And then you gave chase?

Yeah. I caught up with
him in the alley off Sixth.

And then what happened?

Well, we struggled a little bit.

- A little bit?
- Fuck you, Daryll.

Excuse me.

Who struggled more, Terry? You or him?

He was just a kid.

Yeah, a kid who beat your ass.

Will you guys shut the fuck up?

Okay, you guys, can we just
get this done here, please?

Anything else I should know?

- No, not really.
- Yes.

He's got my car keys and my wallet,

and there's tickets to the
Hector Campos fight tonight.

Um, I just want to get my stuff back.

Most likely, that's not
gonna happen, but I'll ask around.

I'll see what I can do.

- Thank you.
- I appreciate that.

Are we done?

There's a number where you can reach me

in case something comes up.

[stifled laugh]

[phone rings]

So, what's next?

Salsa lessons.

What do you think's next?
You're going to prison.

[door opens]

You got a visitor.

Watch him.

Hi.

[door buzzes]

Now that I got your father, you
want to change your story?

That's not why I'm here.

You know he's gonna turn on
you the moment I offer him a deal.

That's why you're here.

You waste my time.

You and your piece of shit father.

You want Belikov?

Well, you already fucked that up.

What if I can get him for you?

[scoffs]

Give me one day.

I'll give you Belikov.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Okay, what the fuck is going on, Ray?

I need the guns.

What?

Muncie doesn't want
Mickey. She wants Ivan Belikov.

So?

So,

we put the Minassians on
Belikov, Mickey walks.

Where's the fucking file?

I need the guns we used
at the Minassians' place.

You want to give the
murder weapons to the cops?

- That's right.
- Yeah, well,

they're at the
bottom of the fucking ocean.

Don't bullshit me, Avi. I need them.

It's my life, too, Ray.

I was there.

I did that for you.

I want those guns in an hour.

Hey.

You called me.

What?

The other night, you
called me and you hung up.

Why?

Hm?

Hector told me what you did for him.

The police officer, the motel.

Eh.

Thought it was the right thing to do.

Yeah? What about today?

A-a-are you doing the
right thing today?

Where's his sister, Ray?

I kept her from going on the show.

You abducted her?

Yeah.

You're holding her against her will?

Yes.

You need to come with me, Ray.

You need to come to confession.

What's the point?

What do you mean?

Why would you put a kid through
something like that?

Are you talking about God?

He was only 13 years old, you know that?

Yes.

What the hell was she
doing with a 13-year-old?

Hector forgave his priest.

He needs to forgive his sister.

I know you think you're
helping him, Ray,

but you're not.

[hits elevator button repeatedly]

[phone ringing]

- Hey.
- Romero came to my office.

Yeah?

He thinks we're making a mistake.

What does he think we should do?

He talked about forgiving her.

I have forgiven her, man. I love her.

Hector, I can't just leave her
locked up in my room. It's not...

Okay, fine. Just let her out then.

Let her go on fucking TV.

Okay, l-let her just
keep fucking with me again

until I end up dead from this shit, Ray.

Just help me through this.

I'd do the same thing for you.

[speaking Russian]

Ugh.

You gonna watch the fight tonight?

It's not gonna be a fight.

Why's that?

His sister gonna tell everyone he dopes.

[both laugh]

You think?

I know.

But I say let them fight.

They all dope anyway.

[both laugh]

[Belikov] I watched Campos's first
title fight from Belarus.

He was a kid.

Had this show on television from America.

Followed him around for
the weeks before the fight.

He lived like a peasant.

Yeah, he was poor.

This is me.

- See you.
- See you.

[Belikov grunting]

[phone ringing]

- You get the guns?
- I told you, Ray,

they're at the bottom of
the fucking ocean, okay?

Yep.

It's a total waste of time, Terry.

[Terry] Well, you never know.

He could've taken what
he wanted and dumped it.

But that's a Chloe purse. No
one's gonna throw that away.

At least you tried.

It's not like Conor and Daryll did much.

Maybe that cop will find something.

I think she liked you.

Yeah? I-I bet.

No, I think she did.

I'm gonna head back. You coming?

No, you go ahead. I'll...
I'll... I'll keep looking.

All right.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

[speaking Spanish]

Yo, Bunch.

Fuck is that?

Dude's all over Theresa.

- Sexy.
- Sexy?

No, he's not.

Yeah, he is.

Don't you know some
dudes is into that, man?

Big-ass titties,
lactation, that sweet milk?

[indistinct]

Really? Guys are into that?

Yeah, B.

They got a whole
website devoted to that shit.

Guy's a dick, Bunch.
I say we beat his ass.

[laughs] Listen to this dude.

I'm serious. Let's fuck him up.

She's allowed to
talk to whoever she wants.

[phone dings]

Motherfucker!

[door opens, then shuts]

What the fuck, Ray?

My mother is upstairs.

I know.

She's making us sandwiches.

What, you talked to her?

Course I talked to her.

You're a bad person.

Yeah?

You were a fat baby.

Give me the 45.

[Belikov moans]

This guy's had more ketamine
than a fucking racehorse.

[Belikov moaning]

Put that in with the others.

It's done.

We'll be at the harbor in an hour.

Yeah. His office.

All right.

Give me a hand.

[peaceful music playing
over computer speaker]

[music stops]

[phone rings]

- Hey, Abs.
- Hey.

Remember when we went out
to the hot springs in Indio?

Out in the desert?

That was a long time ago.

We got caught fucking in the hot tub,

and that guy got really mad.

I do.

Well, we should go back there.

Just us. Just get away.

Sounds good.

Maybe when work calms down.

When's that, Ray?

When we're 60?

- You all right?
- Yeah.

I'm fine.

[sighs]

What's the problem, Bunch?

I just haven't...

Theresa...

she's acting crazy lately.

You know? Always trying to...

I mean, when you were pregnant,

did you always want...

Want what?

[door shuts]

Sex.

All the time.

Yeah.

After the first few months, yeah, I did.

I mean, she wants it fucking constantly.

- [Abby laughs]
- And there's a baby in there.

Don't flatter yourself,
Bunch. You're not gonna hit it.

I know that.

[sighs]

If you don't want to do it that much,

why don't you get her something?

What?

Like flowers?

[laughs] No. No, not flowers.

A toy.

This is weird.

Why?

[laughs]

You never been in a
place like this before, Bunch?

Sure.

Just not with, you know...

family.

[laughs]

There's a lot of variety.

Yeah, it's just like the real world.

But the dicks are bigger.

[melancholy music]

♪ ♪

There's a duffel of guns in the ceiling.

45's got his fingerprints on it.

Ballistics will match
it to the Minassians.

Way I see it,

eight counts of homicide's gonna stick

a lot better than a trafficking charge.

Your father's in the backseat of my car.

Make sure I never see him again.

[Avi clears his throat]

- Ray!
- Let's go.

Where's Muncie?

Come on. Get out of the car.

What did you do to her?

I got her to let you go.

Thank you, Ray.

What are you thanking me for?

I only did it so you wouldn't rat me out.

Where we going?

Get in the car, Mick.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

Did you get used to wearing it?

Not really. I keep
playing with it, like...

I don't know,

I think it suits you.

[laughing]

[speaking Spanish]

Oh, that's fucking it.

Bunch!

They got websites for you, pal.

Milky nipples... you sick fuck.

Que demonios es eso?

- What the fuck, Brendan?
- You fucking this guy?

Vete a la mierda! Chinga gilipollas!

Brendan, stop it!

Stop it! He's my cousin, dumbass.

You got this for me?

"King Dong"?

That guy really your cousin?

One of my Aunt Erlina's kids.

He was at our wedding.

I'm sorry.

It's the deluxe model.

I just wanted to make you happy.

[woman over intercom] Greyhound
Express #33 to Las Vegas...

Let me pay you back.

Pay me back by getting on the bus.

Listen, I got a sure thing happening.

Worth four million.
I could use a partner.

You never fucking learn, do you, Mick?

This is real.

Back in Primm, inside a casino,

there's a gorgeous green horseshoe

filled with four million in cash.

No one's even watching it.

Your bus is leaving.

[woman] ...random search
by LAPD transit officers...

Thank you for your cooperation.

You ever think about your sister?

Ever see her face?

Like in a dream?

No. I don't.

She was such a
beautiful little girl, that one.

An angel.

Yeah. She was.

I wouldn't have ratted on you, son.

You always rat, Mickey.

Maybe on some lowlifes.

Never on family, boy.

Never on family.

[woman] Final boarding call for bus #33.

Express service to Las Vegas.

All passengers must board at this time.

- Hey!
- Where'd you get this bag?

Fuck off!

Where... where's
the stuff?

- I'll scream rape.
- Oh, yeah?

You fucking do it. You do it.

My wallet and my car keys were in here.

Where the fuck is all
the rest of my shit?

- I don't know.
- The fucking tickets

for tonight's fight are gone.

You got it from the kid,
right? The skinny kid?

You can't hold me like this.

Look. You got one
choice here, sweetheart.

Call your friend,

tell him to get his ass over here,

or we're gonna call the cops.

Fuck you, lady.

Fuck me? How about this?

How about I kick your ass,

and then I call the fucking cops?

She will.

Yeah, Officer Doherty?

It's Terry Donovan. The Fite Club.

Listen, we may need a hand here.

Fine.

Fuck you and the fucking cop.

Nevermind.

You could've had her come anyway.

Shut up.

[indistinct speech on TV]

Where is she?

I locked her in your bedroom.

[on TV] It's too dangerous to continue,

so Jimmy and Brad abort the dive.

[man] Everywhere you looked,

it's just sharks, sharks, sharks.

And they were all competing...

Hey.

Read this.

What is it?

That's your statement.

Can I have my purse?

Read it.

[sighs]

- [Daryll] You feel that?
- [Conor] Whoo!

- [Daryll] That's black Irish.
- [Conor laughs]

Hey, I wonder if
Guinness would sponsor me.

Hey, Terry, your boy's here.

- You got our shit?
- Yeah, I got it.

Give me that fucking thing.

First, you let Shairee go.

- They made me call.
- It's cool.

[Terry] Is it all good?

[Abby] Yeah.

[Terry] Hold up.

[Daryll] Hey, Terry, be careful, okay?

He might not go easy on you this time.

- What's your name?
- Damon.

- You live on the streets?
- The fuck do you care?

Well, you got speed and
you throw a good punch.

You could be a fighter.

And?

And you're standing in a boxing gym.

You serious?

Skybox?

You go get yourself an education,

and I'll watch it on TV.

My name is Marisol Campos,

and I'm here today to
stand by my brother,

Hector Campos.

A lot has been said about him

in the last 24 hours.

But I'm here to set the record straight.

My brother asked me to go to rehab.

He said he wouldn't support me anymore

if I didn't get any help.

I went to John Van Scott and his people,

and I told them a bunch of lies.

And I'm sorry that I did that.

I was afraid of going to
rehab and facing my addiction.

But I've come to realize I
have a serious drug problem,

and I need help.

I'm sorry for my actions

and any hurt I caused.

Can I have my purse back?

Don't you fucking judge me.

You, me, my brother...
we're all the same.

Yeah?

I don't see it.

You don't know him like I know him.

He was 13 years old.

Fucking is how I was taught love.

Dirty...

and all secret.

That's how it started.

That's not what it is now.

No?

How is it now?

Hey!

[tires screeching, cars honking]

[car honks]

[honking, tires screeching]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[fight announcers on TV] How about this?

Santa Cruz threw 140
punches in round one.

Wow. You have to remember,
that many punches...

Santa Cruz has only been
knocked out once in his career.

[indistinct]

But, boy, that looked like a
good left hook by Martinez.

But back home, Santa Cruz,

and, Al, 140... that's
a lot of punches.

That's a dream, my man.

Yeah, you stay in that man's wheelhouse,

he'll just get the punches off.

And then keep in mind,
they're not all hard shots.

They're not all hard shots.
Some of them are tough shots

to set up the harder ones.

But go ahead, Al.

[grunting]

Where the fuck is she?

I've been calling her.

It just goes straight to nothing.

I lost her.

She jumped out of my car in
the middle of the fucking street.

She's been texting me, Ray.

She said she's gonna kill herself.

She's not gonna kill herself, Hector.

We fucking made her lie,

and now she's gonna kill herself.

What the fuck am I gonna do?

Not a good time, Ray.

I know. Sorry.

Come on, champ.

[breathing heavily]

Hey. Hey!

- Are you the champ?
- Mm.

- What?
- Yeah.

- What? What?
- Yeah!

- Are you the champ?
- Yeah! Yeah!

Damn straight, you are! Let's do this!

Let's take this motherfucker out!

Let's go, everybody. Step your game up.

We gonna do this!

[crowd cheering]

Fighters and Chief
Seconds, center of the ring.

Mouth piece?

Stay back. Stay right here.

Mouth piece?

I gave you both instructions
in the dressing room.

I want to remind you to listen

and obey my commands at all times.

Protect yourself at all times.

Fight hard. Fight clean.

Ready?

Touch up and good luck.

[crowd cheering]

Mom, you all right?

Yeah.

Sure.

What's going on?

Nothing.

I'm just glad you're here

with your family.

[bell rings]

[crowd cheering]

[indistinct commentary]

Father.

Ray.

You know, when you pair
survivors together,

your hope is that they'll
support each other

in truth.

He needed help.

So you forced his sister to lie?

I wouldn't expect you to understand.

No. I'm just a priest. Why would I?

It's not church, Father.

Things are a little
different in the real world.

God saved your life, Ray.

Now you're turning away from him?

What if God wants me to do what I do?

What's that?

Allowing people to avoid

the consequences of their actions?

Isn't that what you
do with those priests?

Make sure they don't have to pay?

No.

I make sure they grow closer to God.

I make sure they atone.

Don't kid yourself.

You're hiding them.

You know, if you can't
see the trail of broken souls

you leave in your wake, Ray,

there's nothing I can do to help you.

Nothing at all.

[crowd roars]

[crowd cheering]

Tres, quatro,

cinco!

[dark rock music]

Seis, siete!

♪ Holy holy holy ♪

- ♪ Lord God Almighty ♪
- Ocho!

- ♪ His grace ♪
- Listo? Quieres seguir?

Dame lo guantes.

♪ ♪

♪ Holy holy holy ♪

♪ Is the Lord God Almighty ♪

♪ His grace ♪

♪ Covers the earth ♪

♪ Holy holy holy ♪

♪ Is the Lord God Almighty ♪

♪ His grace ♪

♪ Covers the earth ♪

♪ Holy holy holy ♪

♪ Is the Lord God Almighty ♪

♪ His grace ♪

♪ Covers the earth ♪

♪ His grace ♪

♪ Holy holy holy ♪