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Previously on “Ray Donovan”…
— Yeah ?

— We’re fucked.

— Director’s back.

— Either of you two guys want to tell me

— who the fuck shot Sully ?

— My father.
— All right, I need

— your father in this office right away.

— You got 24 hours.

— So you’re still having sex two times a day ?

— Is it possible he just likes to fuck ?

— Until he can face his molestation,

— I’m afraid your marriage is going to be in trouble.

Ray: — We’re gonna call the kid’s parents,

— go over to their house, and we’ll apologize.

Frances: — What happened to him ?

Terry: — There’s things
that I can’t talk about.

— If you can’t talk about these things,
then how can anything…

— Jesus, woman !

— This is who I am !

— We’re loyal to each other !

— So, how big is this guy ? Is he big ?

Mickey: — He’s Mexican… how big could he be ?

— Are you kidding me, Mickey ? That guy’s fucking huge !

— You could take this cocksucker.
[ Bell clangs ]

— Yeah ?

Daryll: — He’s in Rosarito.

— Where in Rosarito ?

— This place called Lucy’s.

Cochran: — Hello ?
Ray: — I got him.

— All right, good.

— ♪ —

[ Clicking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Sighs ]

Mickey: — Lot of fucking stars, huh ?

— Remember that summer

— we rented that little place in Wellfleet ?

— Only summer we spent together.

— Only summer I wasn’t in the can.

— Saved up some real money.

— Your mother wanted a lobster dinner.

— Got ’em for her. Three pounds each.

— Put ’em in the bathtub… went out for something.

— Well, I come home…

— Pull back the shower curtain, they’re gone.

— Bridget convinced you boys to
throw ’em back in the ocean.

[ Chuckles ]

— Jesus… I was pissed.

— Hundred bucks

— right down the drain.

— But you know what ?

— Your mother made us bologna sandwiches that night.

— Best bologna sandwich I ever ate.

— It wasn’t all bad, Ray.

— Wasn’t that the summer you started fucking Claudette ?

— That’s why you were born, Ray, to be my fucking judge.

— That’s always been your job.

— What’s on your mind, boy ?

[ Quiet chatter ]

— Hey.

— You want me to get rid of him ?

[ Sighs ]

— No.

[ Sighs ]

— Ed, look at me.

— This is your moment.

— Thanks.

Volcheck: — It’s time.

[ Clears throat ]

[ Cameras clicking ]

— Good morning.

— If you were gonna kill me, you’d have put two

— in the back of my head by now, or had someone else do it.

— So what the fuck are we doing here, Ray ?

— The head of the FBI wants to see you.

— Oh, yeah ? Great.

— They gonna give me the $2 million reward

— they owe me for killing Sully ?

— They want to make sure you keep your mouth shut.

— FBI killed Sully.

— Those fucking jerks didn’t do a fucking thing.

— Sully was hiding in plain sight
for 20 fucking years. [ Laughs ]

— This ain’t Van Miller, Mick.

— You want to go back to your little hacienda,

— better play ball.

— You tell them what they want to hear,

— they’ll turn you around and send you right back.

— Sounds good,

— but how are they gonna make
sure I keep my mouth shut, Ray ?

— You know what they got planned ?

[ Closes zipper ]

— I’ll be all right,

— no matter what happens.

— The fuck you waving at ?

— A friend.

— I had a spiritual awakening.

— Banging whores

— and getting your kid beat up ?

— That’s some spiritual awakening, Mick.

— You wouldn’t understand.

Cochran: — As you know,

— under my direction, we’ve been tracking Patrick…

— “Sully” Sullivan for… many years now.

— It was during the course of that investigation

— that one of our own,

— Special Agent Van Miller,

— was tragically shot and killed by Mr. Sullivan.

— But Agent Miller did not die in vain.

— Through the heroism

— and the quick work of Agents Volcheck and Barnes,

— we were able to bring down America’s most wanted.

— I’ll take some questions now.

Reporter: — How long was Sully in Los Angeles ?

Cochran: — This is an ongoing investigation,

— so we can’t release all the details,

— but I can say that he was in L.A.

— for at least six to eight months.

— Bullshit.

— I need you to send me to L.A.
they’re lying about Sully.

— Why would the FBI lie ?

— That’s why I need to go to L.A… to find out, Bob.

— I’m not sending you to L.A. on a hunch.

— It’s not the old days.

— I don’t have the dough.

— Okay, here’s the deal… you give me a day,

— I bring you something, you fly me out.

[ Sighs ]

Mickey: — I like this.

— I’m used to ban-lon.

— What the fuck is this ?

— It’s called cotton, Mick.

— I know where you buried the body of that priest, Ray.

— This goes wrong for me, you’re fucked.

— I’ll spill.

— Spill all you want, Mick.

— Just remember, you do that, Terry, Bunch, Daryll…

— they all go to prison, not just me.

— He’s waiting for you.

— All right.

[ Clears throat ]

— I’m Mickey Donovan. Where’s my fucking reward ?

— $2 million for shooting Sully.

— You think I give a shit about a 75-year-old gangster ?

— You know who I care about ?

— Mohammed, Abdul and Hakim.

— Fitzie, Murphy and O’Donahue ?

— I really couldn’t give a shit about you potato-eating,

— river-dancing motherfuckers.

— Oh.

— So…

— The days of you making your own decisions are over.

— What are you talking about ?

— These papers…

— Put you on parole for the next five years.

— But if you don’t behave,

— these papers put you away
for the rest of your life.

— You go to Leavenworth as a material witness to a crime.

Mickey: — Oh, yeah ? Which one ?

— I don’t know. Anything I fucking want.

— How about, uh, the assassination of JFK ?

— Now, get the fuck out of my office

— and go report to your parole officer.

— Parole officer ? I’m a goddamn patriot.

— I ratted out 20 guys

— for you people.

— You know… you know the danger I was in ?

— I wore a wire for you.

— For me ? I don’t think so.

— Did you wear a wire for Van Miller ?

— Now, which one of you motherfuckers killed him ?

— He’s dead ?

[ Chuckles softly ]

— I ain’t going on parole.

— I know. That’s fine.

— You’re on the next flight to Guantanamo.

— You can be roomies with the blind sheikh.

— As-Salamu Alaykum, motherfucker.

— Here’s how it’s gonna work.

— You don’t open your mouth about Sully.

— You weren’t on the docks that night.

— And you didn’t kill him.

— Frank did. End of story.

— Can I talk to you… alone ?

— Yeah. Wait outside, huh ?

— Yeah, you… you two work it out. Work it out.

[ Exhales ]

[ Sighs ]

— This isn’t smart.

— You’re not making the right play here.

— Believe me, it’s a hell of a lot better for both of us

— if he stays in Mexico.

— Us ? There’s no “us” here, Ray.

— I’m sorry, are you the director
of the L.A. bureau of the FBI ?

— Look, Cochran, I don’t want to tell you your job,

— but my father…

[ Sighs ]

— You don’t want him around.

— You put him on parole, you
won’t be able to control him.

— Well, I’m not gonna control him, Ray, you are.

— ’Cause if he fucks up, guess what.

— You’re going to Leavenworth with him.

— You guys can share a cell.

— Now, get the fuck out of here,
and take that asshole with you.

— I said you could go, Donovan.

— What the fuck are you looking at ?

— Your mom.

— Hey, Ray, uh,

— I know how you got to Frank,

— but I don’t have a second family.

— So I guess you can’t fuck with me.

— Couldn’t let me live my life ?

— You set me up, motherfucker.

— You knew this was gonna happen.

— You think I want you back here ? Huh ?

— Think anybody does ?

— You know what ?

— Some of these parole officers aren’t so bad.

— Nothing I can’t handle.

— Do what you’re told, Mick, you understand ?

— Sure, and if it ain’t all right,

— I’ll blow town, go back to Mexico. Fuck it.

— Go back to Mexico, you’ll end up dead.

— Dead ?

— You’re getting paranoid, Ray.

— Drop your stuff off,

— and we go see that parole officer.

— What’s your hurry, Ray ?

[ Men grunting, punches landing ]

— Boys.

— I’m back.

— Fucking funeral.

— Say hi to your dad.

— Hey, Bunch.

Daryll: — What are you doing back here, Mick ?

— What are you talking about ?

— You think I’m gonna walk out on my family ?

— They just put me on parole, boys.

— I thought I was gonna go back
to Walpole for a minute there.

— Here we go.

— Let’s celebrate.

— He’s sober, Mick.

— I got a job, Pop.

— Ain’t that something !

— That’s great, Bunch.

— That’s great.

— Didn’t we have fun down there ?

— Come on, let it go.

— You got hit. It happens.

— The most important thing is to get back up.

— Got to keep pushing forward.

— Choo-choo-choo-choo, choo-choo-choo-choo.

— Climb the mountain.

— Choo-choo-choo-choo. I can get there.

— Yeah.

— I’m there. Victory.

— All right, get back to work.

— Ray.

— Don’t leave.

— I know a lot of bad shit happened.

— But it’ll be better.

— I’m stronger now.

— Everything’s gonna be okay.

— I know it is, Bunch.

— I need the name of every parole
officer in the Hollywood office

— and their social security numbers.

— You’re an FBI agent, Frank.

— Figure it out.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckling ]: — Ray, what are you doing ?

— Seriously, Ray ?
— Shh.

— Ray, sweetheart, hold on.

— Ray, no.

— No, I said no. I said no.

— I said no.

— I can’t… keep doing this. I feel raped.

— Raped ?

— You fucking kidding me ?

[ Sighs ]

— I talked to Dr. Finkel about it.

— Do you even know how rough you are ?

— My pussy hurts.

— I can barely walk some days.

— You told me what happened with that priest.

— We can’t pretend it didn’t happen.

— I want to be close to you. I do, sweetheart.

— Will you answer me ?

Woman: — Mrs. Sullivan ?

— I’m Kate McPherson from the Boston Globe.

— We spoke a few years ago.

— I’m writing a book about your son.

— Look…

— I want to tell your side of the story.

— I know he was a good son to you,

— and I don’t think he would’ve left you

— unless there was some compelling reason.

— Do you know what that was ?

— They say he was in L.A. for a few months.

— And I don’t think that’s true.

— Do you think Catherine was with him ?

— I know she was in hiding with him for 20 years.

— I’d like to talk to her.

— Catherine… she always took me to get my hair done.

— When’s the last time she did that ?

— I got nobody now.

— Sully was the last one left.

— Fucking Mickey Donovan.

— Piece of shit.

— Fucking… rat.

— All because he was fucking that nigger.

[ Sighs ]

[ Phone ringing ]

— Yeah, boss.

— Lena, I need you and Ivy to get me

— everything you can on Ed Cochran.

— What, uh… the head of the L.A. FBI ?

— Yeah, I know who he fucking is. Just do it.

— Be careful.

— Okay.

— Hey, little dude, what’s up ?

Conor: — Nothing.

— I’m at home. I’m suspended.

— Awesome.
[ Knocking ]

— What you doing, kiddo ?

— Nothing, dad.

— All right.

— See you later.

— Hey, check this out.

— Say hi, Conor.

— Hi, Conor.

[ Laughs ]

— Whoa.

[ Ringtone playing ]

— Hey, Tommy, I got to go.

— All right, little dude. Adios.

[ Snorts ]

— Con, it’s your grandpa.

— Hi, grandpa.

— You still in Mexico ?

— No, kiddo. I’m back.

— What are you, between classes ?

— No, I got suspended.

— Oh, yeah ?

— Mendez, you’re late. Get in there.
— I got suspended, too.

— What’d you do ?

— I pushed a kid down the stairs.

— He broke his collarbone.

— You pushed him from behind ?

— Yeah.

— Oh, Conor, I… I can’t condone that.

— Can you come over ?

— I would if I could.

— I got my hands full.

— I can’t go anywhere for a few days

— until I sort some things out, but I’m at the gym.

— We got to talk this through.

— Mickey Donovan ?

— Uh, just a second. I’m on with my grandson.

— I got to call you back. I love you, Con.

— Miss you.

— That’s me, sweetheart.

[ Phone ringing ]

Ezra: — Where are you ?

— Trousdale.

— Trousdale ? You’re nearby.

— I need you to come here now.

— It’s all happening, Raymond.

— I need you to pee in a cup for me.

— I might need some help.

— Enough with the jokes.

— Go pee.

— Listen, I got to be honest with you.

— I had a little drop this morning
making a toast with my boys.

— I didn’t know this was gonna be part of our visit.

— It won’t happen again.

— All right.

— You get a pass this time.

— But we’ll do it next week.

— Thank you for telling me.

— You’re a sweetheart, Lupita.

— You and me are gonna get along great.

— You got real humanity in you.

[ Scoffs ]

— Hey, Deb. Hey.

— Ezra just put me in charge of fundraising for the RGOCC.

— Congratulations.

— God, it feels great to be out in the open.

— Did you give these to Abby ?

— Yeah, I did.

— What is it with her and Trousdale ?

— I tried to get her interested
in Brentwood, in the Palisades.

— She liked this one, huh ?

— She fell in love with that house.

— We have a problem, Raymond.

— When I was sick, people didn’t honor their pledges.

— We need to build now.

— June Wilson pledged $5 million,

— and now I can’t get her on the phone.

— Leave her alone, Ezra.

— Leave her alone ?

— Do you know what that woman owes me ?

— Do you know the things I’ve done for her ?

— I need you to go take care of this.

— She pledged the money.

— Now she’s got to make it good.

— Could you excuse us for a sec ?

— Of course, Ray.

— Listen to me.

— I’ve worked for you for 20 years, Ezra.

— Trust me, right now,

— June Wilson is the least of your problems.

— Is the FBI coming to arrest me ?

— I’m taking care of that.

— Then what’s the problem ?

— I need that money, Raymond.

— Tikkun olam.

— All right.

Man: — Good job today, guys.

— Blessings. Beautiful practice.

— Tomorrow at 10:30, ashtanga level two.

— Okay ? Blessings, everybody. Bye.

— Abby ?

— You’re looking at me like you see me.

— I… I do see you.

— Do you ?

— Do you really see me ?

— I do, Abby.

— ♪ —

[ Exhales ] Oh, my God.

— Cochran… he’s on the short
list to be the head of the FBI.

— Jesus.

— Credit reports for all the parole officers.

— What do you want me to do ?

— That’s the guy. Find him.

— Okay.

— Hey, boss ? Boss.

[ Sighs ]

[ Sniffs ]

— Did you know your brother’s following me ?

— Did you send him ?

— No.

— Look, I know who you are.

— I know what you did. I was there.

— That man is dead.

— I don’t care how it happened.

— I need you to know that you
don’t have to worry about me.

— And I need to know that my family’s okay.

— I can’t keep looking over my shoulder.

— Your family’s safe.

— I don’t believe you.

— We both know what I saw.

— What’d you see ?

— Are you playing games with me ?

— What’d you see ?

— I didn’t see anything.

— Tell Terry to leave me alone.

— Frances.

— Frances, why won’t you talk to me ?

— Leave me the fuck alone !

— What did you say ?

— You threaten her ?
— She came to me.

— Bullshit.

Ray: — The fuck you doing here ?

— Stop !
— Come on. Come on, Ray. Come… come…

— Come on.
— Stop !

— Fight me. Fight me !

[ Panting ]

— I’m not fighting you, Terry.

— What did you do ? What did you tell her ?

— What she needed to hear.

— There’s a body.

— We killed a fucking priest…
could get dug up any day now…

— and she knows who put him there.

— She’s not gonna say anything.

— Oh, come on, Terry.

— She’s got a fucking family !

— She chose him.

— What more you need to know ?

— How often did you see her ?

— Once a month.

— She called every week. Always.

— And the last time you spoke to her ?

— She called me on her way to California.

— She and Sully were in new Mexico.

— And when was that ?

— A month ago maybe.

— Do you have a picture of her

— from the last few years ?

— Yeah.

— I got something recent.

— It’s her and Baby.

— She had a baby ?

— No, her dog: Baby.

— Oh.

— Can I keep this ?

— No.

— Oh, okay. Hold on.

— Just gonna take a photo.

Mickey: — See ?

— Normal gym.

— This is where I sleep.

— I know it’s a little tight for the two of us.

[ Laughs ]

— Stop with the lip, Mickey.

— I had enough.
— Conor !

— Conor, what are you doing here ?

— You told me we needed to talk.

— How’d you get here ?

— I took Uber.

— Uber ? What the hell is that ?

— Lupita, this is my… this is my grandson.

— He’s the one in charge of keeping me out of trouble.

— Nice to meet you.

— Go put some, uh, wraps on.

— Maybe we’ll do some bag work.

— I got to finish up with the lady.
— Okay.

— No, that’s okay. We’re done.

— I’ll see you same time next week.

— You got to start to look for a job, okay ?

— Sure thing. No problem.

[ Sighs ]

— He’s down 10k.

— Where is he ?

— The large black man.

[ Sighs ]

— Buy you a drink ?

— I don’t feel like talking.

— Rough day, huh ?

— Are you fucking deaf ?

— I just told you I don’t want to talk.

— So, I said…

— “Sheila, baby,

— what the hell do you want
with a $15,000 wedding dress.”

— And she said, “daddy,

— it’s so beautiful,

— and it’s my wedding.”

[ Chuckles ]

— I mean, this kid has never asked me for a dime.

— Nothing.

— Paid her own way through college.

— Graduated with honors.

— You got a daughter ?

— Yeah, sure.

— Love of my life.

— And it’s all gone.

— I can’t believe I fucked up this bad.

— Oh, you stupid…

— sorry ass motherfucker !

[ Sighs ]

— What is wrong with you, nigga ?

[ Groans ]

— $15,000.

[ Sighs ]

— That’s a lot for a parole officer.

— Who the fuck are you ?

— I’m Ray Donovan.

— Come here. [ Clears throat ]

— Come here.

— Oh ! You fucking asshole !

— See what that feels like ?

— That’s a bitch move.

— In the can, you do enough of
those, and they’ll shank you.

— You won’t even see it coming.

— Sorry, grandpa.

— A good man feels bad when he does something wrong.

— You understand ?

— Yes.

— All right.

— What did your father say about what happened ?

— He was supposed to take me to
the kid’s house to apologize.

— Apologize ?

— Donovans don’t apologize.

— But you just said,

— “a good man feels bad when he does something wrong.”

— But he don’t tell no one about it.

— That’s for you.

— You got to pay attention to what I’m saying.

— What kind of a man do you want to be ?

— Who are you ? You want to be a good man ?

— A man who loves, forgives, embraces his family ?

— You want to be a captain or a sailor, Con ?

— I saw some tits today.

— Tits.

— Man, that’s for babies.

— When you get older, it’s all about ass.

— You know, Con, I met this woman.

— She didn’t have much of an ass, but I liked her.

— She got into a bad situation.

— What happened ?

— Wrong place, wrong time.

— It was a tragedy. Real tragedy.

— Ever have a girl die on you ?

— Get to a certain age,

— they start dying on you left and right.

[ Sniffles ]

— It’s gonna be a great year, Con.

Man: — Hey, look here.

— I can take him away from Lupita.

— That I can do.

— But this other shit you’re asking…

— I can’t just make up rules here.

— All right.

— Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa !

— Where you going ?

— I’m just trying to wrap my
head around it, that’s all.

[ Sighs ]

[ Quietly ]: — Sit down.

— I could go to jail for this shit.

— I put people back in the hole.

— I don’t want to go there.

— Now, what is that ?

— Yacht-master ?

— Submariner ?

— It’s a Daytona.

— Oh, yeah.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Phone chimes ]

[ Phone ringing ]

Abby: — Conor’s at the gym.

— He’s what ?

— He’s at the gym.

— How’d he get there ?

— He took Uber, Ray.

— You got him an Uber account ?

— I’m tired of being a chauffeur.

— They track the drivers.

[ Sighs ]

— I’ll go get him.

— Thanks.

[ Sighs ]

— Goddamn it.

[ Sighs ]

Mickey: — Jab, cross.

[ Punches landing ]

— That’s the way you’re gonna hit ?

— Bah, bah ? Come on. You got to bing, bing !

— Let’s go. Put some snap into it, okay ?

— Jab, cross.

— You want to fight or not ?

— I don’t know.

— Jab, cross. Let’s go.

— Oh. Oh, you are. You are a fighter.

— Now you feel it, see ? That’s…

— What’s the matter ?

— Let’s go, Con.

— No !

— You told me you were gonna take me

— to that kid’s house to apologize.

— What kind of man am I gonna be ?

— Donovans don’t apologize.

— You were gonna try to make me a bitch !

— Uh, let’s get those gloves off, huh ?

— Abby, me darlin’.

— Conor, let’s go.

— Good work, kiddo.

— Welcome home, Mick.

— When were you gonna tell me, Ray ?

— Listen to me. I went to Mexico and brought him back.

— I thought it was gonna be one day.

— Then they put him on parole.

— It’s out of my hands. You think I want him here ?

— I’m so fucking tired of you lying to me.

— It’s so belittling.

— I’m your partner.

— You keeping this from me makes me feel like a child.

— You don’t want this to work.

— You don’t want to save this marriage.

— I didn’t know it needed saving.

— Maybe you should think about it.

[ Car door closes ]

[ Engine starts ]

Kate: — Sully’s girlfriend

— called her mother from New Mexico three weeks ago.

— She and Sully were on their way

— to California.
— That’s interesting.

— The FBI has said that Sully was in L.A.

— For six to eight months.

— Don’t you get it ?

— Sully wasn’t in L.A. six months ago.

— The FBI is lying.

— Maybe they went back and forth. How the fuck do you know ?

— I’m not sending you to L.A.

— I’m going, Bob. See ya.

— Kate.

— See ya.

— You’re fired.

[ Phone ringing ]

— Hey.

Lena: — Hey.
— Where are you ?

— He just left the office.

— Heading home to Northridge ?

— No, no, no, he’s heading towards the airport.

— Hmm.

— All right.

— Stay on him.

[ Laughs ]

— Uh…

— Why don’t you go for a smoke, okay ?

— All right ?

— How are you ?

— You in love again ?

— No.

[ Chuckles ]: — No.

— You want me to check him out ?

— No.

— No, I think I can handle this one myself.

[ Laughing ]

— All right.

— Hey, gorgeous.

— Hey, gorgeous, yourself.

— Hello.

— Louis, how are you tonight ?

— Fine, thank you.
— Oh, good.

— Uh, this gentleman will have the lagavulin

— 25... is that right ? Did I say it...

— Okay, good.

— Um…

— I’ll have another one of these.

— Okay. Ezra wants his money ?

— Yeah.

— He’s really obsessed with this hospital, isn’t he ?

— It’s his legacy.

— How much did I pledge ?

— $5 million.

— $5 million ?

— $5 million ?

— I must have been drunk.

— You want me to check you in to that place

— for a couple of weeks ?

— No.

— No, I’m fine. I’m fine.

— What do you want me to tell him, June ?

— Yeah.

— I’m gonna have to sell my art collection.

— Slow down.
— Oh…

— The pledge… it’s not legally binding.

— Legally binding ?

— This is Ezra Goldman.

— Just what kind of man do you think he is, huh ?

— I can handle Ezra.

— Oh, sweetheart, I love you, but…

— I don’t think so.

[ Sighs ]

— Wha…

[ Stammers ]

— You want me to stick around for dinner ?

— No.

— I’m more than good, baby.

— Just… go home.

— Good night, June.

— Good night.

— Play nice, chico.

— Carlos.

— Whatever.

[ Dialing ]

— Yeah, I can’t believe how fucking easy this was.

— What ?

— Cochran.

— He’s at the airport inn at LAX.

— What’s he doing there ?

— Well, wearing a tight white t-shirt

— and a leather vest.

— What color ?

— Black.

— Rock and roll or S&M ?

— Uh, a little of both.

— Wait, with, uh…

— Tight ripped jeans and a bandana.

— He’s got a young girlfriend.

— No, no, no, no, no.

— It’s kinkier than that.

— Boyfriend ?
— Wait, hold on, hold on, hold on.

— He’s getting something out of the trunk. What ?

— Fuck, forget it.

— What ? What is it ?

— He’s in a fucking cover band.

[ Laughs ]

[ Phone beeps ]

[ Dialing ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Phone ringing ]

— Hello ?

— I want you to meet me someplace.

— Are you kidding me ?

— Come on.

— You’ll be glad you did.

— I don’t know what’s what anymore.

— Come meet me.

— I’m texting you the address now.

[ Door opens, closes ]

— We’re closed.

— They must have forgot to lock it.

[ Clears throat ]

— Can I help you ?

— You Mickey Donovan ?

— Who wants to know ?

— I’m Ronald Keith.

— I’m your new parole officer.

— Oh.

— I got Lupita.

— You made a mistake.

— No, it’s no mistake.

— You’ve been reassigned.

— Nah.

— You cannot stay here.

— This is a boxing gym. People gamble here.

— That’s bullshit.
— It’s a new regulation.

— Pack your shit. Let’s go.

— My son owns this place.

— You come with me… or I’ll violate your ass

— so fucking quick, you won’t know what fucking hit you.

— Where am I supposed to go ?

[ Phone ringing ]

— Yeah ?

Ezra: — What the fuck did you do, Raymond ?

— Calm down, Ezra.

— I just talked to June.

— I gave you a job to do, you didn’t do it.

— She can’t afford it.

— Not acceptable, Raymond.

— Not acceptable.

— What do you want me to do, Ezra ? Beat her up ?

Mickey: — Leroy comes home from school,

— says to his mama,

— “mama, why do I have the
biggest dick in the third grade ?

— Is it ’cause I’m black.”

— She says, “who told you that, Leroy ? That’s racist.

— You don’t have the biggest
dick ’cause you’re black.

— You have the biggest dick ’cause you’re 23.”

[ Chuckles ]

— Yeah.

[ Sirens wailing in distance ]

— What’s this ?

— Your job.

— Be there at 5:00 A.M.

[ Band playing Bob Seger’s “Night Moves” ]

Cochran: — ♪ — way up firm and high — ♪ —

— ♪ — out past the cornfields
where the woods got heavy — ♪ —

— ♪ — Out in the backseat of my ’60 Chevy — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working on mysteries
without any clues — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working on our night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — trying to make some
front page drive-in news — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working on our night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — in the summertime — ♪ —

— ♪ — Mm-hmm — ♪ —

— ♪ — In the sweet summertime — ♪ —

— ♪ — We weren’t in love — ♪ —

— ♪ — Oh, no, far from it — ♪ —

— ♪ — We weren’t searching for
some pie-in-the-sky summit — ♪ —

— ♪ — We were just young
and restless and bored — ♪ —

— ♪ — Living by the sword… — ♪ —

— You like it ?

— Really, Ray ?

— I’m gonna make it happen, Abs.

— Oh, Ray.

— ♪ — We were getting our share — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working on our night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Trying to lose those
awkward teenage blues… — ♪ —

— We’ll be happy here.

— ♪ — In the summertime — ♪ —

— ♪ — Yeah — ♪ —

— ♪ — In the sweet — ♪ —

— ♪ — Summertime, summertime — ♪ —

— ♪ — Oh — ♪ —

— ♪ — The wonder — ♪ —

— ♪ — We felt the lightning — ♪ —

— ♪ — Yeah — ♪ —

— ♪ — Waited on the thunder — ♪ —

— ♪ — We waited on the thunder — ♪ —

— ♪ — Woke last nigh to
the sound of thunder — ♪ —

— ♪ — How far off, I sat and wondered — ♪ —

— ♪ — Started humming a song from 1962 — ♪ —

— ♪ — Ain’t it funny how the night moves ? — ♪ —

— ♪ — When you just don’t seem
to have as much to lose — ♪ —

— ♪ — Strange how the night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Autumn closing in — ♪ —

— ♪ — Mm-hmm, mm — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Mm-hmm — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Yeah — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Remember — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Oh, I sure remember the night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Ain’t it funny how you remember ? — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Funny how you remember — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — I remember, I remember, I remember — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Oh, oh — ♪ —

— ♪ — Night moves — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working — ♪ —

— ♪ — Working and practicing — ♪ —

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