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Previously on Ray Donovan:

Nobody's interested in whatever it is you have to say.

No one wants to hear how Andrew Finney...

...seduced his daughter's husband?

- Fuck you, you hypocrite! - I'm not fucking gay!

He came at me. I just...

- So you just hit him with this poker? - Clean this up.

- Too fucking risky. - I saved your brother's life.

Repay the kindness.

Lena rented a car in Varick's name.

Drive it down to Rosarito, use his passport at the border...

...then fly to Mexico City tomorrow.

Varick stole 8 million dollars from the fund I set up.

- How? - The money's gone.

He's gone, and we're sure he did it.

What the fuck is going on with Bridg? Is she on drugs?

You're my student. Keep it to school.

But you wanna take oxy and go bowling with me?

I take pain medicine because of the accident.

- Admit you're attracted to me. - I am.

Lena, you and Avi get me everything you can on Ed Cochran.

- The head of the L.A. FBI? - Come after her or me...

...this goes viral. - I'm on my way to Washington.

- No, you're not. - Fuck her harder, Eddie.

Oh, no. Fuck, no!

I understand you have a history of being helpful to law enforcement.

Working with us is the only way you and your kids come out...

...with all your arms and legs still attached.

- Who's he ratting on? - It's the Minassians, Armenian mafia.

Mickey's been getting money from them.

- Jesus Christ. - I'm fucked.

They made me wear a wire.

Mr. Donovan.

In three days, I'm supposed to buy sex slaves...

...off a cargo container in San Pedro. They're gonna kill me.

I need help.

Please.

Hasmig! Hasmig! Hasmig!

Hasmig! Hasmig! Hasmig!

Come on.

- Okay. - Ladies and gentlemen...

- Good. Let's go. - ...the one, the only, Hasmig!

Oh, yes. Thank you.

You wanna know what happens when Hasmig dances for her lover, don't you?

Yes?

You wanna know what makes Hasmig's thighs go...?

Boom!

- Wait, how do you know Hasmig? - She had a stalker.

Ugh. Well, if she's so tight with Armenian power...

...why didn't she just call them?

Probably didn't wanna get the guy killed.

Here she comes.

- Ray Donovan. - Hasmig, how are you?

- Full house, huh? - Mm. Yours is the only face I want to see.

This is Lena. You guys spoke on the phone about the Minassian thing.

Yes, and, uh...

...I'm gonna have to say no.

My father's in a tight spot, Hasmig.

And what makes you believe I know that family?

- I didn't. I just thought-- - No.

- You think all Armenians are criminals? - Of course not.

Just thought it might be worth reaching out.

Have you heard my new single "Mek Gisher Yerevan"?

- I don't listen to a lot of radio. - Well, it's about the genocide...

...so nobody will play it.

Rolling Stone put me in a body-paint tuxedo...

...when "Thighs Go Boom" went platinum.

But a hundred years after the Turks...

...hang my great grandfather from a lamppost...

...I try to sing about him in a native tongue...

...I can't even get Good Day L.A.

We're talking about his father.

Your country does not recognise...

...the mass murder of my people as genocide...

...so why should I care about your father?

Fair enough.

Sorry about your great grandparents.

Look at this operation.

Human ingenuity, amazing thing.

Belikov's girls are coming around 9:00 tonight...

...on a ship loaded with coal briquettes.

Are you with me here, Donovan?

Yeah. Coal briquettes, I heard.

When you get the girls...

...take your time bringing them to your car.

- Get them inside, close the door. - Right.

Once they're safe, you'll be arrested.

Yeah. I'll act real surprised.

"I didn't do nothing."

Let's talk about witness protection.

I got a line on a place in Redding and a job at the Safeway there.

Fucking Redding?

They revitalized the downtown. They put in a gazebo.

- What the fuck you want from me? - No.

Tell me those are not dreams of Mexico running through your head.

No way. I learned my lesson.

Just to be sure, Roman's gonna make himself available to you all day.

Ripped By mstoll

Damn, Uncle Terry, have you been practising while I'm at school?

It's the new medication, kid.

Moves the blood from my dick to my hands.

That's nasty.

Morning.

Hey.

What are you playing?

- "Assassin's Creed." - "Assassin's Creed."

- Well, you got him. - All right. Turn that off.

Come get breakfast.

- Want a ride to school? - No.

Mom and Uncle Terry are taking me.

Hm.

- You want toast, Terry, with your eggs? - Sure.

Three a.m. You must be fucking exhausted.

Yeah.

Me and Lena did something for Mick.

Something for Mick?

That's a new one.

Ed, good morning. Any luck finding Mr. Strauss?

- I have feelers out on that. Yeah. - Feelers?

The interview is in two hours, Ed.

Iris, a vacationing CFO is not what stinks about the Finneys.

- Believe me. - Ray Donovan?

He's the most corrupt motherfucker in Los Angeles.

He would be part owner of this team.

The NFL is not gonna disqualify the Finneys over a minority stakeholder.

No, maybe not, but, Iris, you know, when I ran the FBI--

You don't run the FBI anymore.

Ed, find Varick Strauss.

I need clarity on his whereabouts in 60 minutes...

...or I'm gonna have to put a flag in your employee evaluation.

Then flag me, you fucking bitch.

Get out.

All of you.

What the hell?

If Ray says you gotta go, you gotta go.

- Come on, come on. - Okay.

Wait a minute, Mickey. What--?

- What the fuck? What is this? - Maybe it's too dangerous.

No, he can't do that. Say something to him.

No. No. No, no, no.

No, no, no.

I guess we're shuttering operations, huh, Ray?

- Temporarily, right? - For good.

No, bullshit.

Pop, you dragged me into this business, got my car blown up...

...and now that's my only source of income.

If you haven't learned that Mickey always draws a shit hand...

...that's on you. - What?

What the fuck are you talking about?

Now all of a sudden you're, like, "Morally Superior Guy"?

I don't go to your house and judge you, do I?

You don't even let me at your house.

- Hey. - We gotta go.

Hey, so-- So, what, now, I go to ITT Tech for web design?

You're a smart kid, Daryll. You'll make it whatever you do.

Bullshit!

Goldman-Drexler, please hold.

How long's the big guy been following you?

Just started today.

They wanna put me in witness protection in fucking Redding.

Know where that is?

Sure, up near Shasta.

It's fucking exile, Ray.

Ray, I love our new thing...

...where you're bringing in work instead of scaring it away.

Finally get to meet your father.

The resemblance is uncanny.

- You hear from my guy? - E-mail just came in.

Uh-uh.

Attorney-client privilege, detective.

"Memory loss, communicates in nonsensical language...

...decrease in judgement." Blah, blah, blah.

"General signs of cognitive deterioration...

...consistent with the diagnosis of Alzheimer's."

- Who said that shit about me? - Dr. Vikram Singh.

Your general practitioner.

Oh. Oh.

Dr. Singh recommends a conservatorship...

...to protect you from "kitchen accidents...

...freeway wandering, getting mixed up with international sex traffickers."

So if we can get your consent, Mickey...

...I’ll process a declaration of non-compos mentis...

...and you'll be good to go.

- Non-fucking what? - It means you're not right in the head.

- I'm senile? - For the courts...

...and our discussions with your friends in law enforcement...

...you're senile, and Ray will be your guardian.

- I ain't fucking senile. - Fine. You're not senile.

Tell Joe Friday there you want a wire...

...and get your brains blown out in Long Beach.

I get confused from time to time.

Good. I'm off to see the judge.

Avi Rudin.

You kosher fuck, you.

Rhonda. Ed Cochran here.

We worked on the Davenport sting together in '08.

Yeah. No, you were quite the dynamo on that as I recall.

Yeah. I'm just bouncing back here, Rhonda.

Listen, I'm really gonna need some credit-card records.

Where the fuck are we going?

I'm taking you home.

Home?

They're supposed to wire me up in a couple hours.

- Does your lawyer know that? - Lee will get it done.

Oh, he'll get it done. He fucking better.

Lena, call Flip Brightman. Tell him I need a favour.

Yeah. The office.

They ain't gonna believe I'm senile, Ray.

Really? I don't think it's such a big stretch.

Fuck you.

Another A, Miss Donovan. Nice work.

I've been studying really hard.

So hard.

Check your mistakes. I'll be right back.

"Mm, Greg, help me with my proofs."

Shut up.

"Higher-order derivatives make me so fucking wet."

Shut the fuck up.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Sure I do.

But you're probably too stuck up to swallow.

Why did she do that?

Are you okay?

Andrew? Paige is looking for you, darling.

- He's been in a foul mood all morning. - I’ll talk to him.

Thank you for coming, Miss Kim.

I hope you don't mind. I brought along my colleague, Ed Cochran, to assist.

- Mr. Cochran. - Oh, please, call me Ed.

Ed.

Magnificent estate you have here.

My gosh, you'd think we were in Rome.

This is Ray Donovan, our head of security.

Mr. Donovan.

How are you? Ahem.

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Donovan.

Head of security, huh? Oh, must be a very exciting job.

My father's just going to be a few minutes.

Will you show Miss Kim and Ed Cochran inside?

- Just through here. - Thank you.

Is everything all right?

Yeah, sure. I'll go get your father.

Come on in.

Yeah, what is it?

There's something we need to go over before you go up there.

Okay.

One of the Dybek investigators used to head up the FBI in L.A.

So?

So I think we should go over the Varick story.

- Why? - Trust me. I know this guy.

- I thought you covered your tracks. - I did.

So why are you in my bathroom warning me about some ex-head of the FBI...

...that might cause trouble? - I'm not warning you.

- I'm giving you information. - You know what, Ray?

- We're not doing it your way anymore. - What's that supposed to mean?

It means I want back the evidence that you took from here...

...and I wanna know the exact location where you buried Varick's body.

- That's not gonna happen. - I'm not asking, Ray.

I did the job.

I did it right.

- They're waiting. - Tell them I'm indisposed.

Nothing that would be considered incendiary in my line of work.

Involvement with radical politics?

No.

- Drug use? - Cocaine in college...

- ...Ritalin here and there. - Abortions?

Do you ask your male candidates about their abortions?

Just put "no."

Mr. Cochran?

- Mr. Cochran? - Hm.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Um, ahem.

Miss Finney, your husband...

...well, is it "ex," if he hasn't signed for the divorce?

- Ex. - Well, as he's your ex-husband...

...and chief of staff at the Finney organisation...

...you understand why Dybek would find it necessary...

...to interview Mr. Strauss, yeah?

Yet we've been given to understand that he's in Central America indefinitely.

Is that right?

Can't be reached by phone, e-mail, carrier dolphin?

That's true.

Well, has he found a corner of the jungle too remote even for a satellite phone?

The divorce was gonna leave him flat broke...

...and his retaliation was emptying our joint trust...

...and disappearing to Belize.

Oh, he stole money?

Ah. Well, that would explain why he's been very difficult to contact now...

...wouldn't it?

Would it be terribly inconvenient if you interviewed my father at another time?

Thank you, Ray.

Boy, what a freak show that was, huh?

Has that chick ever heard of Invisalign?

Hey, oh, did you hear that my wife left me for our landscape architect?

Did you know that?

And now that little bitch bosses me around for nine hours a fucking day...

...till I get to go to my apartment...

...and stare at my cottage cheese ceiling...

...while listening to 12-step tapes. - What do you want?

Just catching you up on my life, Ray. How you been?

I don't have time to fuck around with you, Cochran.

- Tell me what you want. - Or what?

What, are you gonna release a sex tape of me and my wife?

Enjoy your day, Ray.

Boy, those are beautiful SIGHS. Really, that's a nice touch.

Yeah, "Mek Gisher Yerevan," and she wants to sing it on the show.

No, it's important to Ray. It's about the Armenian genocide.

What?

Flip?

You fucking asshole.

You having fun?

- Did you get him? - No, the fucker hung up on me.

He thinks he's Johnny fucking Carson, not Flip Brightman.

You tell him if he doesn't come to see me...

...I’ll come to see him.

Put Avi on.

All right. Hold on.

- Boss? - Av...

...you think you can break into Dybek...

...and slave a computer for me? - Sure.

- Michelle, come on. - What?

- We're out of here. - Where we going?

You know, Oprah said, "We gotta listen to the whispers."

What the fuck is that supposed to mean?

- You'll see. - Ha, ha, ha.

- You watch Oprah? - What? No.

Man, Oprah's not even on anymore.

Point is, sometimes, you stay in a bad situation so long...

...you feel like you can't get out. - Yeah, I've been there.

But the universe, it whispers...

...and then you see you can do whatever the fuck you want.

Get in.

What are you doing? Isn't this Mickey's car?

Yeah. I just inherited it.

- Where are we going? - Wherever the fuck you want.

Janet's parents phoned us from the hospital.

Her nose has a hairline fracture.

We've never experienced violence like this at Rossmore.

Look. Until recently, Bridget has been a straight-A student.

We're not meeting on a matter of bad grades, Mrs. Donovan.

Your daughter is facing expulsion.

And Janet would be within her rights to bring her up on charges of assault.

Dean Bloom, if I may, I spoke with Janet and her parents...

...and they're willing to let Rossmore handle disciplinary actions.

Bridget, you can go back to class.

We'll notify you once the disciplinary committee has met this afternoon.

- Terry. - Hey, let me unpack those.

Thanks. Ahem.

You all right?

Yeah.

- You sure? - Yeah.

I made a sandwich.

I can't fucking eat.

Thanks.

What are we looking for?

I don't know.

Bring back a veggie-fiesta panini and a Coke Zero.

Afternoon, beautiful.

If you're worried about being outed...

...family reunion at the station's probably not the play.

My father's done working for you.

Non compos mentis declaration...

...approved by the probate court for your records.

For my records? Who is this little shit?

My lawyer.

Detective, I represent Mickey Donovan...

...as well as his court-appointed guardian, Ray Donovan.

Which one of you paid off Judge Zinn to sign this piece of fiction?

Detective Muncie, I assure you that this documentation...

...was achieved above board. - He backs out, I am locking him up.

You do that...

...and we'll bleed your department dry with an elder-abuse suit.

- Give me a fucking break. - He wore your wire, did what you asked.

Not all of it.

It's gonna have to be enough, detective.

Get the fuck out of here, and take your fucking paperwork with you.

Once the dust settles on all of this...

...how about I take you out for Burmese?

We'll be watching you.

You fucking cross on red, I'll be on you like a fly on shit.

Mango beef, coconut rice. You're missing out on a good time.

Hey, you're late.

Avi, listen, 1915, Ottomans looted their villages.

They massacred the men.

They raped the women, drowned their kids and burned people in hay lofts.

- He in there? - Yeah.

- You get the folder? - Yeah.

I took a dick pic.

What?

This Cochran, he's a sexual pervert.

I took a picture of my dick on his computer.

We send it to his co-workers, he loses his job.

- You took a dick pic? - It'll come in handy. Believe me.

All right.

Not how I imagined it.

- Okay, I do it for the team. - No, no, no.

Av, it's--

It's shapely.

I'm in rehearsals, Ray.

A really bad time for me to leave the studio.

- Congratulations on the new gig. - Oh, thanks. Heh.

Nick Jonas is appearing tonight.

Hasmig's going on instead.

Heh. Hasmig?

Yeah. She's gonna do a song about her great grandfather in Armenian.

- What? - You heard me.

Look. If she wants to sing "Thighs Go Boom" dressed in gold lame hot pants...

...then I will think about bumping Nick Jonas. Otherwise--

She's gonna sing her song about Armenian genocide...

...on your show tonight.

Ray, I'm a fucking guest host, okay? If I, on my first night...

...have a pop star singing about slaughtered Armenians...

...the network will have me back doing weather tomorrow.

Do you have any idea what it's like...

...doing forecasts for L.A. in a fucking drought?

Why don't you tell me?

No. Okay? I'm saying no, Ray.

Okay.

No, no, no.

You can't do that.

That's, uh...

...the old me.

The old you?

It was six fucking weeks ago, Flip.

Tell the Jonas kid he can go on tomorrow.

See you.

I'll be in my room.

Thanks, Terry.

- Hey, Uncle Terry. - Hey, kiddo.

I just got suspended for a week.

I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Sit the fuck down.

Wanna explain this?

Where did you get them?

- I stole them from him. - I don't believe you.

- Did he do something to you? - No. Jesus.

We're going back to that dean.

- He'll lose his job. - He shouldn't work with children.

- I'm not a child. - You're a fucking minor.

Mom, I'm almost 18, and I love him.

I love him, and he really has deep feelings for me.

- I'm calling the fucking cops. - Please do not overreact.

It is not an overreaction, Bridg.

What do you think your father's gonna do?

Do not tell him.

You know what'll happen. You know what he'll do.

Just go to your fucking room. Get the fuck out of my sight!

Come in.

Mr. Cochran was reportedly using Mr. Donovan's father...

...as an informant on the Sully Sullivan case.

It made his career, then everything blew up in his face.

- Get this FBI guy back here again. - You're sure?

You have the video?

It's prurient in nature, Mr. Finney.

I do hope so.

Hm.

Hey, my friend. My name is Avi Rudin.

I need access to my unit here, but I forgot my key.

Twelve bucks for a new one. You got ID?

No, no, I lost my wallet. I had a robbery.

Hm. I need ID.

You need ID? Okay.

You said 12 bucks, huh?

How's that?

Shit.

Talk to me, Lena. Where is she?

I don't know. She said she'd be there by now.

- Stretch Hummer. - What's the plan, Ray?

No fucking stretch Hummer here.

You get lost looking for the ocean, asshole?

I'll call you back.

Something came up.

- Who the fuck is that? - That's my son.

We need to speak to your grandma.

Come in.

Fuck.

Mickey, Ivan is expecting you in Long Beach.

You will make him wait on the dock, dick in hand?

Mrs. Minassian, uh...

Uh...

This is my son.

I have not seen this son before.

He'd like to say something. Can you hear him out?

Please.

Mrs. Minassian, my father's a dipshit.

He's always been a dipshit.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do about that.

What I can do is offer to pay you back...

...for any inconvenience he might have caused you...

...so if you could come up with a number--

There is no number.

We have a deal.

He belongs to me.

I'm sure you can understand, my father's an older man--

Let him eat dog food.

Let him shit his pants.

I don't care.

I own him.

- Ah! - Hey, what the fuck?

Don't shoot him. Don't shoot him.

All right. All right. All right.

Now.

That's it.

You want out?

There is no out.

This is so disappointing.

Unh!

Stop this.

- Who is that? - It's Hasmig.

Yes, it's Hasmig.

Hasmig? What's she doing?

Hasmig.

Go figure.

What brings you here, darling?

My friend asked me to come.

Who is your friend?

That man.

He is a friend to all Armenians.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

We have problems from this.

I deal with you only.

- Hm? - Sure.

Davros, get your camera.

We make pictures for the walls.

Oh, God. Heh, heh, heh.

What the fuck is this? You motherfucker.

- Mrs. Donovan-- - Don't you "Mrs. Donovan" me...

...you motherfucker. - Okay.

Here's what's gonna happen, all right? You listen to me.

You're gonna quit your job, then you're gonna come back here...

...pack your shit...

...then go back to wherever the fuck you came from.

- Do you understand me? - Okay.

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

A misunderstanding? Fuck you.

She thinks you fucking love her, you motherfucker!

Mrs. Donovan-- My wife died...

...and Bridget found out, and she told me about her boyfriend...

...and she started showing up for extra help.

I thought that she wanted to raise her grade...

...but it became clear that she was obsessed with me.

How did she get your pills?

I don't know.

I have chronic pain, and--

Car accident.

Um...

A bottle went missing in my desk.

I thought I misplaced it.

- Okay. - All right.

For your sake and Bridget's...

...I'm gonna choose to believe you.

But if I find out you're fucking lying, I am gonna come back here...

...and fucking kill you myself. You understand me?

All right.

Hi.

There you go.

Why couldn't you just play fucking bingo like a normal old man?

I was a shit father.

I know that.

I know how bad I let you down...

...and when I see you with your kids...

We gotta talk about something.

Today...

...even in my duress...

...it's a joy to watch you work. You're a tough fucking customer.

You stuck your neck out.

I'm forever grateful.

You gotta leave L.A.

What?

I'm tired of worrying about my family because of you.

You gotta go.

- They're my family too. - Yeah?

Well, you sure got a funny way of showing it.

I'm not going anywhere.

Non compos mentis, Mick.

- What the fuck does that one mean? - Power of attorney.

You're gonna do whatever I tell you to do.

Or I put you in the worst shithole I find...

...have them pump you so full of Thorazine...

...you won't even know your fucking name any more.

You motherfucker.

You did all this just to get one over on me?

I went up against the fucking Armenian mob for you.

I almost got my fucking head blown off because of your bullshit.

You only got one of me, Ray.

I'm sorry, Mick.

You gotta go.

Okay.

What?

If that's what you want.

Good.

- Yeah? - My father changed his mind.

- He's meeting with the investigators. - When?

Right now.

- Can you hold them off? - He's already in there with them.

Any comments you may have made that reveal racial bias?

Well, people can be sensitive and read hatred into anything you say...

...but no, I don't believe I've said anything racist...

...that would embarrass the NFL.

I know this is delicate, but we have to go over your sexual history.

Miss Kim, please don't take offence at this...

...but I wouldn't go to see a female proctologist...

...so when it comes to discussing personal matters...

...I don't feel comfortable doing it in mixed company.

Mr. Finney, I assure you I am a professional--

And I am old-fashioned.

Ed, do you feel equipped to handle the questions?

Oh, I schooled at the knee of the master.

Thank you, Ms. Kim.

All right, Mr. Finney.

Let's see here. Ahem.

Any sexual-harassment suits that were settled out of court?

- No. - No business trips to Bangkok...

...I should know about? - No.

You ever fucked the help, Mr. Finney?

Enjoying yourself?

Why does Ray Donovan have three percent of your football team?

I mean, did he just find it on the ground? Uh...

My daughter, Paige, handled all the details.

So it has nothing at all to do with Varick Strauss?

How about this guy?

Is this man your son-in-law, sir?

No.

Any idea why he might be travelling on your son-in-law's passport?

I have no idea.

Well, you know he works for Ray Donovan, right?

I didn't know.

Forgive me, but I find that very hard to believe.

- Really? - Yeah.

Well, we're done here.

If you wanna ask me any more questions...

...you'll have to do so in the presence of my lawyer.

Whatever you're in the middle of with Ray Donovan...

...if-- If you're in the middle of something with Ray Donovan...

...I want you to know, sir, I'm on your side.

I want you to know it's very reassuring knowing that you're on my side...

...a man like you whose ass and balls are on display for all the world to see...

...along with his wife being fucked by her suicidal boyfriend.

Very reassuring.

Just keep the card, Mr. Finney.

My guess is you're gonna need it.

Mr. Donovan.

Has there been a security breach?

Well, you'll be pleased to know that Mr. Finney here...

...has passed the vet with flying colours.

My guess is the NFL is gonna approve his football team.

You're gonna get to go along for the ride, Ray.

Well, thanks for letting us poke around, Miss Finney.

Boy, I bet your ex-husband's gonna kick himself...

...when word of your team reaches Bermuda, huh?

- Belize. - Belize, right. Yeah. Heh.

Always get my B countries mixed up. You take care now.

- Yeah? - You coming home for dinner?

- I'm on my way right now. - All right.

Abby's not feeling great.

Look...

...I wasn't lying about last night.

Okay.

I was with Lena.

We were doing something for Mick.

I believe you.

You do?

I said I did.

Good.

What if we went back to Boston?

Be around normal people.

We could get the fuck out of L.A.

It's good for us here.

What's good about it?

Dad.

Dad, it's some woman.

- Cool? - So cool, wow.

Paige?

Don't wear this in public till next week.

- What's going on? - We're in business.

Dybek recommended us to the NFL, and they're announcing us Monday.

Amazing, right?

That's great.

I have to get to a meeting.

Walk me out?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to give you the news in person.

- If I crossed the line, I'm sorry. - Okay.

- Do you feel any differently? - What?

Now that you got everything you wanted.

No.

That's too bad.

What the fuck was that?

- What? - If you're gonna do that...

...have a little sensitivity.

What are you talking about?

Do I have to spell it out? Don't fucking bring her here.

I didn't bring her here, Abbs. She just showed up on her own.

I'm not listening to this shit.

I wanna show you something.

Get your coat.

Thanks.

Give me the teacher's name and address.

I'll deal with it.

No.

It's better I do it.

Ray Will kill him.

I talked to her teacher.

It's done.

Wait.

- You talked to him? - Yeah.

Me.

You're a good man, Terry.

Yeah. Good night.

Good night.

Hello.

What is it?

A football stadium.

- Where? - They haven't funded it yet.

By the fucking ocean?

- Yeah. - Holy shit.

You like it?

It's badass.

All right. Oh, my God.

This is sick.

It is my great pleasure to bring you Hasmig...

...singing her genocide remembrance song "One Night in Yerevan"...

...in her native Armenian.

Hasmig.

It's a good bust.

I've seen you, you fucking piece of shit.

Hey, do we get a box?

Sure.

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