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Ray: — Previously on “Ray Donovan”…

— Yeah.

Harriet: — We have a problem.

— I just got a call from your brother.

— He wants to sell the gym, Ray.

— What are you talking about ?

— Something about moving to Ireland.

— You told me this day would never come.

— You promised me.

— I’ll take care of it.

Terry: — You’re the love of my life.

— Come to Ireland and marry me.

— Your brother murdered that priest, didn’t he ?

— That priest raped him.

— Your brother scares me to death.

— You’re so fucking beautiful.

— Holy shit.

Ashley: — I need you to come to the expo.

Ray: — Ashley…

Ashley: — This is not for me; it’s for a friend.

— He needs your help.

— Do you know who I am ?

— Do you know what I do ?
Ray: — Yeah.

— You write books.

Steve: — I’m in some trouble here.

— I’m leaving my wife for her.

— You know what that means, right ?

— No.

— It means hundreds of millions of dollars.

— There she is.

Keith: — That woman is the mother of your child ?

— She’s the love of my life.

— I’ll be damned.

Potato Pie: — Terrance told me you got a date.

— Told me you looked stressed about it, too.

Bunchy: — What is it ?

— Soon as something gonna happen

— between you and your lady, take it.

— Well, then what ?

— Pop goes the weasel.

Bridget: — His name is Marvin.

— Bridg’, why didn’t you say anything ?

Abby: — You beat the shit out of him.

— You think she’s gonna

— confide in you now ?

— I didn’t lay a finger on him.

— I’m seeing him again.

— And there’s nothing you can do about it.

— Sweetheart, that boy has real problems.

Marvin: — Hey, Cookie !

— Boy, I love the way you sing, my nigga.

— We need to talk business real soon.

— Aren’t you gonna invite me in ?

[ birds singing ]

[ Skype ringtone plays ]

— Happy birthday, little dude !

— Wow.

— I can’t believe you remembered.

— So how are you ?

— I’m okay.

— Just okay ?
— Yeah.

— I don’t think anyone remembered my birthday.

— Really ?

— What, no plan, no… no party ?

— No.

— That’s fucked up.

— Hey.

— Be bold, brother.

— You want to have a party,

— you have a fucking party.

— All right.

[ phone buzzing ]

[ sighs ]

— What are you doing in London ?

— I’m just picking up shots on this movie

— I did last summer.

— London’s kind of freaking me out, though.

— I’m… I’m a little lonely.

— I’m sucking dick again.

— Your father had to help me

— take care of that last time, remember ?

— I think so.

[ knocking on door ]

[ girls giggling ]

— Okay, little dude, I got a surprise for you.

— One, two, three.

— Happy birthday, Conor !

[ giggling ]

[ laughing ]

Tommy: — Happy birthday, buddy !

— Abs ?

[ phone ringing ]

[ knocking at door ]

[ laughs ]

— This is okay ?

— Yeah.

[ sighs ]

— I’m sorry about last night.

— I was overwhelmed.

— I thought about you all night.

— Me, too.

— I’ve only had sex with one person in 20 years.

— So I… I only know how to do it

— like my husband likes it.

— Don’t worry about it.

— How much do we like each other ?

[ laughing ]: — A lot !

— A lot. Yeah.

— Mm-hmm.

[ phone ringing ]

— I…
— What ?

[ sighs ] — It’s Ray.

— It’s the second time.

— I gotta take it.

— I’m sorry.

[ sighs ]

— What’s up ?

— Where are you ?

— It’s Conor’s birthday.

— I know that.

— I’m on my way to the bakery.

— What are we doing for him ?

— I don’t know, Ray.

— Why don’t you ask your son what he wants to do ?

— I’m getting the cake.

[ exhales ]

— What is it ?

[ sighs ]

— I forgot my son’s birthday.

— Who does that ?

— It’s today ?

— Yeah.

— You have all day to fix it.

— Come here.

— No, I… don’t.

— I need to go.

— I just got here.

— I’m sorry.

— Will I see you later ?

— I’m sorry. I don’t know.

— Abby, look…

— I’m confused right now.

— Happy birthday, kiddo.

— Want to go see the Lakers tonight ?

— I can get floor seats from Ezra.

— What’s wrong, Conor ?

— You forgot my fucking birthday.

— You’re right.

— Sorry.

— I’ll make it up to you.

— We’ll go see the Lakers tonight, have a great time.

— I don’t even like the Lakers.

— What do you want ?

— A party.

— A family party.

— Okay.

— No problem.

— I want Terry, Bunchy and Daryll.

— I’ll call ’em.

— And Grandpa.

— I want the whole family here.

— Look, your uncles won’t be a problem,

— but Grandpa Mick’s on parole.

— He’s got restrictions on him, Con.

— I don’t want a party if Grandpa’s not coming.

[ phone buzzing ]

— All right.

— I’ll see what I can do.

— Goddamn it, Ashley, what the fuck are you…

Steve: — It’s Steve Knight.

— When she calls you, that’s me calling.

Ray: — I’m not working today.

— I got something planned with the family.

— I’m paying you $100,000 a month.

— That makes me family.

— Where are you ?

[ TV playing indistinctly ]

[ typewriter clacking ]

[ exhales ]

— Hey, Shorty.

— Shorty !

Shorty: — What ?!

— I finished the treatment !

— It’s fucking great.

— The hero crosses water three times.

[ chuckles ]

Keith: — Does he cross Melrose, too ?

— What the fuck were you doing at Paramount Pictures ?

— Ain’t I allowed to go to and from work ?

— You have a job.

— I got a contract.

— Could be worth a million bucks.

— Sean Walker.

— The work I did with him got me in the door,

— and then I pitched ’em something else.

— They went nuts for it.

— Think I was gonna peel fucking
carrots the rest of my life ?

— Hey, maybe you and me should team up.

— Start our own company, like Ray’s.

— I finish the script…

— could use a hard-ass like you.

[ dialing ]

[ phone ringing ]

— Yo.

Ray: — Hey.

— It’s Conor’s birthday tonight.

— We’re having a family dinner.

— How much do we pay a year in property tax ?

— Christ, Terry, it’s his birthday.

— You coming or not ?

— Fine.

— But we have some things we have to talk about first.

— All right.

— And it can’t wait past tonight.

— Tell Bunchy about the party.

— You should tell him yourself.

— Just him, Terry.

— Seven o’clock.
— Wait, wait, wait.

— What about Mick ? He coming ?

— Don’t worry about Mick.

[ exhales ]

Bunchy: — I’m in the bathroom.

— I take the Viagra.

— The moment I fucking swallow it,

— there’s a knock on the door.

— The kid comes home.

[ laughing ]

— So it was a complete disaster.

— Uh, not really.

— Sounds like it.

— What happened then ?

[ sighs ]

— It got a little weird.

[ laughs ]

— Then I left.

— So, you gonna see her again ?

— Yeah.

— I really like her.

— And I think she likes me.

— Yeah, I know you like her,

— but you just started dating.

— Maybe you should see other people.

— Why ?

— I mean, she’s got a kid, Bunch.

— I mean, that’s a lot of responsibility.

— I can handle it.

— What’s wrong ?

— Well, it sounds like you’re having a lot of fun.

— I’m just really lonely right now.

— Why don’t you come with me

— to my nephew’s birthday party tonight ?

— Really ?

— Sure.

— It’ll be fun.

— We got a problem.

— Come inside, I’ll show you.

— Did you fuck Ashley last night ?

— ’Cause when I fucked her this morning,

— I felt very close to you, Ray.

— What’s going on with you, man ?

— I’m getting a heavy vibe.

— Are you worried about your wife finding out ?

— When I was 12 years old,

— I jerked off to my mother breastfeeding my baby sister.

— Unburden yourself !

— Try it.

— Say the unsayable thing.

— Tell me the thing that you are afraid of.

— Open the door.

— Radical honesty, Ray.

— I think you’re a fucking asshole,

— and I’m just using you for your money.

— We good now ?

— Yeah !

— I love it !

— Was that so hard ? I mean, did anything

— bad happen to you ?

— We’re just scratching the surface, baby.

— He’s here again, Ray.

— Who ?

— That creep who was stalking me.

— Lepecka ?

— Come look.

— Don’t let him see you.

Steve: — I’m in the middle of a divorce,

— and this guy’s taking pictures of me with her ?

— I’m fucked.

[ camera shutter clicking ]

— He’s not interested in you.

— What the fuck do I have to do to you, Bob ?

— Oh, come on !

— Bob ! [ panting ]

— Don’t hurt me.

— I’m protecting her.

— Give me the camera, Bob.

— Come on.

— He’s the bad guy, Ray, not me.

— I don’t go in her house.

— I don’t try to hurt her.

— The worst thing I ever did was jerk off in her car.

— She left it open.

— Jesus Christ.

— Spare me the fucking details.

— These are all taken, huh ?

— Yeah.

— You don’t have a single cake you can sell me ?

— No, you got to order ahead of time.

[ sighs ]

— Can I talk to you for a second ?

— Come here.

— You seem like a nice kid.

— My son’s about your age.

— Do me a favor. Take this money,

— wipe a name off one of the cakes,

— and put his name on it.

— Maybe someone won’t pick one up.

— We’re rated, like, number one in Calabasas.

— Yeah, you never know.

— His name’s Conor.

— Hurry, please.

— Don’t you have something you want to give me, Ray ?

— Like what ?

— The chip from the camera.

— I think I’m gonna hang onto that.

— You love being in control, don’t you ?

— You worried about me, or are you worried about him ?

— I’m not sure yet.

[ laughs ]

— I love our relationship, Ray.

— It just keeps getting better and better.

— Yeah.

— What are you doing, Bob ?

— I had to sell my car.

— I can’t drive anymore.

— You shattered the bones in my arm.

— I had to have surgery.

— On my leg, too.

— Get in the fucking car.

— The back.

— Bob ?

— Look at me, Bob.

— You go back there again…

— I know, I know.

— You’ll kill me.

[ phone buzzing ]

[ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

— You still live in that same shit hole ?

— Yup.

— Your brother threatened me.

— He scares me.

— He’d never hurt you.

— It’s my nephew’s birthday.

— I don’t want to go, Terry.

— It’s my family,

— and you’re part of it now.

— I want you to be there.

[ door opens ]

— Fucking Saturday.

— It’s hard to find a buyer in this market, Terry.

— I asked you how much the gym was worth.

— The value is determined on how
much someone’s willing…

— Why won’t you answer me, woman ?

— Calm down, Terry.

— Just give her a chance.

— Let me talk to a couple commercial brokers

— and see what I can do.

— But you still can’t

— sell it without Ray’s consent.

— Why not ? It’s his gym.

— He’s not the majority owner.

— Ray is.

— Don’t worry about it.

— I’m seeing him tonight.

Abby: — Bridg’ ?

— Uh, Mom ?

— Oh, fuck.

— Just help me.

[ sighs ]

— Mama, you know I can’t stay for the party tonight.

— What do you mean ? It’s your brother’s birthday.

— Marvin and I are recording tonight.

— They had to book the studio. It costs a lot of money.

— Besides, you and Daddy just invented this party

— out of nowhere. There was no plan.

— I don’t care. You’re staying, young lady.

— You came home late last night.

— Where were you ?

— I was out with a friend.

— You don’t have a friend.

— If you want to invite Marvin here, you can.

— Are you kidding ?

— No. Daddy would kill him.

— It’s my house, too.

[ phone ringing ]

— Yeah

— Your son invited me to his birthday party tonight.

— You got a problem with that ?

— ’Cause I don’t want to come if I’m not welcome.

— Look, if it’s a problem,

— I’ll just call him back and
tell him I don’t feel well.

— No, it’s not a problem.

— So you’ll handle it with that
parole officer you hired ?

— Yeah, sure. Why not ?

— Oh, uh, one more thing.

— I got a date tonight.

— You’re not bringing a hooker
to Conor’s birthday, Mick.

— Nah, it’s a nice lady.

— You’ll see.

— Cherry ?

— Come here a minute.

— Shorty don’t feel so good, and I’m going out.

— Why don’t you keep him company ?

— He’s not contagious.

— Sure thing, Mick. No problem.

— Something happens, it happens.

[ hip-hop music plays in vehicle ]

— What the fuck are you doing here ?

— We’re going to the recording studio.

— No, you’re not. Get back in the house.

— No.

— Get the fuck off my property.

— Bridg’.

Cookie: — Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

[ music stops ] — Whoa, whoa

— It’s not baby girl’s fault.

— Look, it’s my bad, all right ?

— Let’s start over again.

— These kids…

— they misled me.

— Get your narrow ass back in that truck.

— I’m Cookie Brown.

— I know who you are.

— Look, man, Marvin told me

— we were just picking up a little friend.

— My sincere apologies.

— I’m a father, too.

— You work with Lee Drexler, right ?

— Yep.
— Yeah.

— Tell that nigga he owe me a phone call.

— Got some business to discuss.

— Me and him and you.

[ engine starts ]

— Back in the house.

— I hate you.

— Ain’t this nice ? Huh ?

[ laughs quietly ]

— Look at us together.

— Ain’t this something ?

— This is… this is beautiful.

— I’ve been dreaming about this night for 20 years.

— I’m surprised Ray invited me.

— He had such a hard time with us when he was a kid.

— Ah, he got over it.

— What are you gonna do ? Hold onto the past ?

[ chuckles ]

[ laughs ]

— What’s up ?

— Looking at you… driving.

— I remember when you were 12 years old.

[ laughing ]: — You took the car,

— and you drove all over Palm Springs !

[ laughs quietly ] — Mmh.

— Yeah.
— Oh.

— You know, I always loved this car.

— Oh.

— Put your cap on.

— I’m not putting my fucking cap on, Mick, okay ?

— I’m not your chauffeur.

— Really, Mick ?

— All right. Take it easy. Take it easy.

— I didn’t mean nothing.

— You look good in it, that’s all.

[ sniffles ]

— Is everyone coming ?
— Yeah.

— Even Mick ?

— Even Mick.

— So it’s perfectly okay for him
to come to the house now ?

— You’re best pals ?

— It’s your son’s fucking birthday.

— I’m trying.

— Where were you last night ?

— I didn’t feel like having dinner with you.

— No ?

— Could have called or something.

— Sat there for, like, an hour.

— So where were you ?

— You got some balls to ask me that.

— What time did you get in last night ?

— And why’d you sleep downstairs ?

— You have someone’s stink on you ?

— Zip me up.

[ Wang Chung’s “Dance Hall Days” playing ]

Terry: — Con, get the blue one. Open the blue one.

— This one right here ?

— Whoa.

— Those are gonna be collector’s items.

— They’re really beautiful, Terry.

— When I sell the gym, they’ll probably change the name.

— Thank you.

— Grab his other leg.

Abby: — Oh, he’s too old for that.

— No, he’s not.
— Whoa.

[ laughter ] — What is this ?

— Family tradition… one bump

— for every year.

All: — One, two, three,

— four, five,

— six, seven, eight…
— Be careful.

[ horn honking outside ] — Grandpa !

— Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey !

— Whoa ! Hey.
— It’s bad luck not to finish the bumps.

— Conor, come here !
— Conor.

[ music continues in distance ]

— Grandpa !

— Conor.

— Hey.
— Hey.

— My boy. My boy.

— Hey, Daryll.

— What’s up, Con ?

— Hey, meet my mom.
Conor: — Okay.

Mickey: — Good.

Conor: — Hi.
— Hi.

— I’m Conor.
— I’m Claudette.

Mickey: — It’s the birthday boy.
Conor: — Come on in.

— Thanks.

— Ray, you remember Claudette.

— Hey, Claudette. How are you ?

— Hello, Ray. Thanks for inviting me.

— I was really touched.

— Sure. Come on in.

— What’s up, Ray ?
— How you doing, Daryll ?

[ indistinct conversations ]

— Hey, everyone.

— You all remember Claudette ?

— Abby, me darling.

— Hey, Mick.

— This is Claudette.

— Claudette, it’s very nice to meet you.

— I’ve heard a lot about you.

— A few good things, I hope.

— Absolutely.

— Welcome to our house.

Claudette: — I brought you something.

— Thank you. Let me get you something to drink.

— Thanks.
— My kids love Daryll.

— Thank you.

[ low, indistinct conversations ]

[ sighs ]

— I thought I said no whores, Mick.

— How’s that little reporter friend of yours ?

— She coming tonight ?

— We need to talk.

[ sighs ] — Not now, Terry.

— It’s a party.

— Now, Ray.

— I’m moving to Ireland. With Frances.

— We need to sell the gym.

— Why ? What do you mean, why ?

[ sighs ] — I’m just asking why, Terry.

— We need the money to start a business.

— That’s how you become a citizen.

[ sighing ] — I don’t know.

— It’s not gonna be easy in this market, Terry.

— I mean, even if we decided…

— I decided.

— Just saying, you know,

— it doesn’t happen overnight.

— So why’d you guys decide to move to Ireland ?

— You know why.

— Come on, Terry.

— It’s Conor’s birthday.

— Can we not do this now ?

— Ah, Jesus fucking…

— Hey, Bunch. How are you ?

— Doing good.

— I’m seeing somebody.

— Really ? That’s great.

— Wasn’t it just one date ?

— No, it was more than that. So what ?

— I just don’t know how you call it

— “seeing somebody” if it’s just

— one date, right ?

— How do you two know each other ?

— The bike shop ?
— SNAP.

— It’s the Survivors Network for Those Abused

— by Priests.
— Thanks. I know what it is.

— Yeah, we got others in the family.

— My abuser actually

— was my scoutmaster.

— Not a priest.

— That’s too bad.

— Dig in, guys.

— I need an answer.
— You’re not getting it now, Terry.

— Give me a fucking break.

— What’d you get him for his birthday, Ray Ray ?

— We got him clothes, Mick.

— Really ?

— Clothes, huh ?

— I got you something really special.

— What is it ?

— It’s a surprise, kiddo.

— Thanks. Cheers, Mom.

— Hey, guys. How’s it going ?

— Pop.
— What’s your name ?

— Stan.
— Stan.

— You one of them Snappers ?

[ chuckles ] — Yeah.

— Great. I got a good one for you.

— Pop…

— What’s the difference between acne and a priest ?

— Pop, don’t.
— It’s cool.

— Acne waits for a boy to be 14
before it comes on his face.

[ chuckles ]

[ laughing ]

— Excuse me.

— Think that’s fucking funny, Mick ?

— Come on.

— What’s wrong with everybody ?

[ music begins playing ] — Ah.

— Finally, one we can dance to.

— Not that ’80s shit you love.

— Let’s dance.

— Ray Ray, why don’t you ask your wife to dance ?

[ music continues in distance ]

[ sighs ]

[ sighs ]

[ music continues in distance ]

— You need to come downstairs. Now.

— You want to spite me ? Fine.

— But your brother doesn’t deserve it.

— Are you screwing around on Daddy ?

— Sorry about my pop.

— No.

— It’s not that.

— Then what’s the matter ?

— At least you have a family.

— You know, mine disowned me after I sued the Scouts

— and my name was in the paper.

— I’m sorry.

— I thought it would cheer you up to come.

— You did ?

— Yeah.

[ chuckles ]

[ chuckles ]

— The fuck ?

— I’m not gay.

— How do you know ?

— I just know.

— You needed a Viagra to be with Patty.

— I didn’t need it.

— I just took it.

— Did you see that ?

— Yeah.

— I’m not gay.

— I never thought you were, Bunch.

— Well, then why did he kiss me ?

— I don’t know. Maybe he likes you.

— I’m not fucking gay.
— Relax.

— It’s just a kiss.

— It’s not just a kiss. [ snorts ]

— It’s not funny.

— That was… that was fucked up.
— I’m sorry.

— And I’m fucked up. And Stan,

— he’s fucked up. And, you know
what, you’re fucked up, too.

— Because of what happened to us.

— Keep your fucking voice down, huh ?

[ blowing ]

[ cheering ]

Mickey: — All right. Make a wish.

— Why’s my name spelled like that ?

— It’s ’cause they forgot your birthday, Conor.

— Just cut the cake, honey.

— Thanks.

Mickey: — Thank you.

— Con.

— I love you.

— You’re a good kid.

— You’re gonna be a good man.

— Abby,

— thank you for bringing him into this world.

— You do all the hard work.

— I’m so…

— lucky.

— 22 freaking hours, trying to push him out.

[ laughter ]

[ scoffs ]

— This is such bullshit.

Mickey: — Well, I’m just

— the grandfather, but I got something to say.

[ clears throat ] — Your father’s wrong.

— You’re not a good kid. You’re a great kid.

— You got everything going for you.

— You’re athletic,

— you’re good-looking, you’re smart.

— There’s just only one thing you’re missing.

— What, Grandpa ?

— This.

— Catch.

— Your car ?

— Shit, really ?

Abby: — He’s only 14, Mick.

Ray: — It’s all right.

— We’ll keep it in the garage.

— It’ll be your car in the driveway, not mine.

[ sighs ]

— Turn her on.

[ starts engine ]

[ music playing on radio ] [ exhaling ]

— You like it ?

— I fucking love it.

— Happy birthday, son.

— Thank you.

Mickey: — Are you ready ?

— I got everything.

— You have your girl where I’m sitting.

— You’re driving…

— Baby, it’s just a car.

— Sound of that motor.

— Oh, that’s so nice.

[ knocking ]

— Come in.

— I’m texting with Marvin.

— Just so you know.

— Yeah.

— What, are you drunk ?

— A little.

[ laughs ]

— Ah, fuck.

— I’m gonna keep seeing him.

— You can’t stop me.

— He attacked you.

— I had every right to take him out of the house.

— He’s got some dangerous friends, Bridg’.

— It’s not your world.

— You can’t see him anymore. That’s it. I’m sorry.

— Didn’t you ever love somebody
that wasn’t right for you ?

— Yeah, I did.

— What happened ?

— She’s dead.

— Is that the woman that Grandpa killed ?

— It’s a long story.

— Why’d you love her ?

— I don’t know.

— She was sexy.

— Complicated.

[ soft laugh ]

— I don’t know. I thought she was interesting.

— But you know what ?

— After she was killed, the worst thing

— turned out to be the best thing.

— Why ?

— Because your mother came back into my life

— and we had you guys.

— So what are you saying ?

— I’ll get over him ?

— Yeah.

— You will.

— And you think that Mom is the best thing

— that ever happened to you ?

— Yeah.

— She is.

— Mom came home at 2:00 a.m. last night.

[ “Flashlight [ Pogo’s Revival Mix ]” plays in distance ]

— Abby, come on, get in here.

— I’m onto you.

— What’d you say to me ?

Mickey: — This was the song

— that was playing when I first saw you.

— Yeah. I guess Mom couldn’t dance on chemo, huh ?

— You don’t insult this beautiful lady.

— Get out.

— Get the fuck out.

— It’s my fucking house ! Get out !

— This is why we’re moving to Ireland.

— You’re not going anywhere. [ music stops ]

— And you’re not selling that fucking gym, either.

— What’s that supposed to mean ?

— Tell him, Ray. You can’t sell that gym.

— That gym’s got a job.

— What’s he talking about ?

— Nothing.
— Tell him, Ray. Tell him what

— that gym’s really for.

— That’s not a boxing gym. That’s a Laundromat.

— That’s how he cleans up all his cash.

— Is that true ?

— Yeah, it’s true.

— I built that business.

— I run a clean gym.

[ chuckles ]

— You have any idea how much that gym makes a month, Terry ?

— Get your head out of the fucking clouds.

— You lied to me.

— You made me a criminal, just like you.

— Yeah ? We telling the truth, Terry ?
— Look, leave it, Ray.

— If that’s what we’re doing, here it is.
— Frances…

— No one would back you in Boston.

— You were a washed up fighter with the shakes.

— Frances, this…
— I brought you out here,

— got you off the booze, cleaned you up, got you a doctor,

— got you diagnosed.

— I didn’t want to be fucking diagnosed.

— Bought you that fucking gym.

— No ! You bought it for yourself.

— For your dirty business.

— Boys, boys…
— Yeah ?

— We’re finished, Ray.

— Yeah ? See how fucking far you get

— without me, you piece of shit.

[ loud thumping ] [ grunting ]

— This is my car !

— This is my fucking car !

[ Daryll panting ]

[ grunts ] — Want to give him this car ?

— You like that ?

— Motherfucker !

— What are you doing, son ?

— What the fuck are you doing ?

— You fucking asshole.

— That was my car.

— Son.

— Party’s over.

— Even if it’s true…

— the things you said to him,

— you don’t talk to this man like that.

— And I know what I saw that night.

— You’re threatening me now ?

[ panting ]

— I need to go home now, Mickey.

— All right, let’s go.

— Thanks, Grandpa.

— I don’t want the car anymore.

— I’m only 14.

[ sniffles ]

[ door opens ]

[ door closes ]

[ glass clinks ]

— Conor wanted the family…

— Conor got the family.

[ snorts ]

[ line ringing ]

Jim: — Abby ?

— Where are you ?

[ knocking ]

[ door opens ]

— They’re all gone, Dad.

— It’s just you and me.

— What time is it ?

— I don’t know.

[ short laugh ]

— You’re 14.

— You should always know what time it is.

— Come here.

— Happy birthday, Con.

[ softly laughs ]

— What are we gonna do ?

— I can’t talk now, Frances.

— I can’t see you for a while, Mick.

— All right. I understand.

— I’m not gay.

[ grunts ]

[ phone buzzing ]

— Yeah ?

Ray: — I want to fuck you right now.

— I’m sorry, who is this ?

— Ray Donovan.

[ soft chuckle ]

— You want to fuck me ?

— Yeah.

— Come back tonight.

[ glass shatters ]

[ crying ] — Hey.

— It’s okay. [ sniffles ]

— It’s okay.

[ song ends ]

[ “Walk This Way” by Run D.M.C. plays ]

[ music continues in distance ]

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