♪ Gentle dramatic music ♪
[Ray] Previously on Ray Donovan...
Jay White, I'd like to introduce you
to my brother Ray Donovan.
Hey, Ray, uh, this is, uh, Jay's...
His sensei, Shoota.
Come over here.
Daryll got a guy,
big shot at ACA,
- to read my script. - The agency's passing
on your script, Mickey.
Who's Marty Randell?
Do you think that there's a moral
to this story, Mr. Donovan?
I don't know. Don't get old.
Don't get pushed out.
What's the bag for?
I'm gonna stay at Todd's for a while.
I need you. If you leave me,
then I'm-I'm-I'm nothing.
During the Great Recession,
storage was one of the only sectors
to post positive returns.
A complex there with 500 units,
in eight years, you'll make 2.6 million.
What does the guy want?
1.2 million.
It's a good deal, Bunch.
What the fuck are you doing?
- What? - Take it off.
Take the fucking shirt off.
My wife, she, uh...
she passed a few months ago.
♪♪♪
*RAY DONOVAN* Season 05 Episode 04 Title: "Sold"
♪ Lapsed Catholic's "Freak Hotel (Vox)" playing ♪
♪♪♪
♪♪♪Mmale vocalist screaming intensely...
♪♪♪
[exhales] Yo.
It's here.
[muffled music continues]
♪♪♪
[tires squealing]
♪♪♪
[engine cuts out]
♪ soft dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
[guns cock]
Let's do this.
♪ Suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
Put down the bacon, motherfucker.
Take your fucking clothes off!
[tray clatters]
[sprinklers hissing]
[dog barking distantly]
♪ soft dramatic music ♪
[sighs]
♪♪♪
[panting]
♪♪♪
[breathes deeply]
[Marty] Morning.
[phones ringing]
[indistinct chatter]
[exhales]
[sighs]
Are you lost, sir?
Hello.
Are you looking for the senior center?
That's a building down.
A trannie pianist fights her way to Carnegie Hall.
This is what earns a recommend for you?
Who are you?
Mickey Donovan. Four Leaf.
- The Boston bank picture. - Oh.
- No, not the heart transplant. - That's right.
And you're here to give me my 34 minutes back?
I'm gonna pass on that remark, Marty.
Here.
I'd like you to change my coverage.
[chuckles] What?
- No. - Why not, Marty?
It's better than this piece of crap.
Velvet Finch is thoughtful and relevant
and, most importantly,
has Vanessa Franklin attached to star.
Vanessa Franklin is a woman.
Yes, a woman playing a man
who is, in fact, a transgender woman.
And who is attached to star in Four Leaf?
I'm working on it.
Here.
Change your review.
I am the head reader at ACA.
My power is my objectivity.
- Fuck does that mean? - I'm not for sale.
Oh. Everyone's got their price tag, Marty.
Let me break it down for you.
You thought up a little story, scratched it down.
Great. Now, go read it out loud at your nursing home.
- [slap] - [grunts]
You slapped me.
- Change the coverage. - No.
- [slap] - [grunts]
- You're gonna change it, Marty. - I can't.
- [slap] - [grunts] Help!
♪ Soft music ♪
♪♪♪
[faucet running]
[exhales]
[shower running]
♪ soft somber music ♪
♪♪♪
[Abby] I know it's in there.
But I feel fine.
[faucet running]
- [exhales] - [faucet stops]
[pop music playing softly over speakers]
♪♪♪
[cell phone beeps]
[phone rings]
Oh, for God's sake.
- [phone rings] - All right.
Yeah?
Harriet.
It's Brendan. Brendan Donovan.
I'm in.
I just gotta go home and get my money.
Your money?
[Bunchy] Yeah, my settlement money.
I-I like it in cash.
You keep over a million dollars in cash at your house?
It's in the safe.
Jesus fucking Christ. It's not a goddamn drug deal.
Okay, so...?
[Harriet] So go home,
get your money, take it to a bank,
and get a cashier's check, for fuck's sake.
Gotcha.
♪ Soft dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
[hangers clatter]
♪♪♪
[Abby] Ray.
♪ Soft suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
What do you think, babe?
- Spandex? - What?
I mean, what do you wear to something like this?
Is black too obvious?
Will you stop?
He's the best oncologist in LA. Ezra swore by him.
Oh, yeah?
How'd that work out?
[zipper zips]
He's gonna give us good news, Abby.
I got a feeling about it.
Yeah.
He better, right?
♪ Tender music ♪
♪♪♪
You look pretty in that blouse.
♪♪♪
You don't know.
[laughs softly]
♪♪♪
No, no. It has to be floor seats.
That-that won't work.
Well, floor seats are three grand a pop.
But listen, Lena, this here ACA, okay?
I gotta show 'em some love.
It's not gonna happen.
Yeah. Excuse me. Yeah.
There's gotta be somebody you can call.
If it was for a client, maybe. But that's about it.
W-what about your boy at Staples
or that-that Tommy Wheeler kid?
- Or how about... - Daryll, come on, please.
Fuck, Daryll, floor seats are three grand a pop.
Does that mean you'll do it?
[sighs]
Lena, I owe you big.
A'ight, I gotta go.
Kwam-zilla.
Ah, come on, fam. Don't look at me like that, man.
You know I got you.
Nigga. You better got me.
Your grandpa slapped around the agency's head reader.
I didn't even leave a mark.
I just dusted him a little.
You see what I'm dealing with?
I'm gonna need a big fucking carrot
to keep the cops out of here.
A'ight, done. I'll get you those exclusive Jordans.
Already got 'em.
Okay, um...
but do you got courtside?
Clippers/Cleveland tomorrow night?
- Huh? - Fuck out of here.
Come on, man. I ain't playing.
I'm your nigga, come on.
[both laugh]
[Kwame] Next to the bench?
[Daryll] Don't push it.
Good to go.
Catch you later, bro.
[sniffles] Courtside. Huh?
[keypad beeping]
[baby cooing]
Mr. Donovan?
I-I have Maria's bottle and chickie,
but I can't find her pacifier.
Yeah, pacifier's in the, uh, sink.
Uh, I got-got a...
business deal today.
It's a real estate transaction.
It's really none of my business.
- Come on. - Yeah.
Hey-hey, listen, uh,
you mind going to the grocery store
after you drop her off at day care?
There's nothing in the house, and I'm-I'm starving.
Sure, Mr. Donovan.
[baby cooing]
Thank you.
[crowd shouting on TV]
[Terry] There. Right there.
He senses exhaustion, then goes for the combo.
Just like clockwork.
[door opens]
- You paying attention, kid? - Yeah.
- This's important. - Yeah.
Don't fucking "yeah" me.
Yo, can you relax?
I got it.
[shouting on TV resumes]
Yo, give me a second.
[remote clicks]
- What was that? - What?
- Don't fuck with me. - Yo, it was nothing, man.
Yeah? Didn't look like nothing.
- You just gave that guy money. - Yeah, so?
So who was he?
[exhales]
It's my dad.
I thought you said your dad wasn't around.
He just got back to LA a few days ago.
From where?
Prison.
I see.
So he just got out of prison and you gave him money?
It's mine, isn't it?
Listen, Damon.
I seen this kind of thing before...
And what kind of thing is that, Terry?
You get a little success,
and then people start coming out the woodwork.
He's not "people."
- He's my dad. - Yeah?
Well, my dad was a cunt.
Look, Ter, I know things between you and Maureen
- didn't go that well last night... - Don't go there.
[sighs]
Yo, can we just study the tape?
♪ Soft music ♪
♪♪♪
[nurse] Well, he's a liar and she should divorce him.
♪ Tender music ♪
Yes, I know that.
Yes, I know that too.
Yes, I know that, Tammy,
but a liar is a liar is a liar.
[elevator dings]
[scoffs] Well, you asked my opinion.
Well, he's a jerk,
and I just wouldn't marry someone like that.
I know. I understand.
It's hard.
♪♪♪
[exhales]
[engine humming]
[men speaking indistinctly]
- [valet] Be right back. - [man] All right.
[woman] All right. Bye.
- Wait here. - What?
I left the ticket upstairs. Wait here.
[engine humming]
[tires squealing]
How long?
Well, as I said, it's not precise.
Three? Six?
- What? - In that range.
Yeah.
And then what? After that, what?
Well, then there's, uh, palliative care.
Morphine?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah.
Among other things.
♪♪♪
Uh...
you gotta do something.
You gotta save her.
I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan.
She's all I got, you know?
So...
Take a trip.
Spend time with your kids.
[Ray] What the fuck are you talking about?
♪♪♪
[laughs softly]
I-I-I-I-I don't know what's wrong with you.
Okay, you cannot be going up into
an agency like ACA and start slapping people.
[sucks teeth] He had it coming. He deserved it.
Whether he did or he didn't, that's not a way
to get your movie made, Pop. Believe me.
'Cause in this town, they're raised to be assholes.
Here.
- Pick a page. Pick a page. - Pop... I'm driving.
Look, I'm gonna read it, and then you'll see.
I don't-I don't want to hear that right now.
- It's a great script, this one. - I'm sure it is.
Just not now.
[scoffs]
Okay, it's your loss.
Yeah.
[cell phone rings]
- [Mickey sucks teeth] - [Daryll laughs softly]
J-Dub, what up, boy?
You good?
What... Wait-wait, what?
N-no, Jay, slow down. What-what are...
You what?
No, no, no. No, no, no, no.
Don't do that. Uh, uh, yeah.
J-don't move, okay?
Don't move. I'm on my way.
[cell phone beeps]
Shit, uh...
we gotta make a little detour.
[gear shifts]
[engine cuts out]
Pop, you wait here, okay?
Sure.
Jay.
[softly] Ah, shit.
What's up, big dog?
[sniffles] Shit.
I fucked up, man. I fucked up.
Okay, okay. That's why I'm here.
[Daryll] Show me.
[sniffles]
"Michael, cool as a cucumber,
approaches the young, beautiful
black bank teller,
ass like two scoops of chocolate ice cream.
She takes Michael in.
Smiles,
ever so flirtatious.
'Afternoon, handsome.
Would you like to open a bank account?'
Michael
casually sets his daughter's lunch box
onto the counter, opens it
to reveal
a .38 Special inside.
Smiles back."
[sucks teeth]
"'I'd like you to open
your money drawer.
Unmarked bills.
No distress code. No dye packs.
Put the cash in my kid's lunch box.
That and your phone number, honey.'"
Hmm.
That and your phone numb...
That and your phone number, sweetheart.
No, "honey's" good.
[footsteps running]
[vomiting]
♪ soft suspenseful music ♪
♪♪♪
[Daryll] I-I, uh...
I've never seen anything like this, Pop.
So I-I don't know. This is bad.
- [Daryll] This is really bad. - [Mickey] Okay.
Let your father help you out.
Maybe we should, uh, go call Ray.
Let me take a look.
Your brother's got enough on his plate right now.
♪♪♪
[panicked breathing]
Who the fuck are you?
Mickey. Mickey Donovan.
Is that a real samurai sword?
You related to this guy?
Yeah, he's, uh, me and Ray's father.
But it's all good. He's cool.
As a cucumber.
What happened here?
[sniffles]
Ko Gasumi, with the hero sword.
Men-uchi, thrust to the head.
Only I lost track of the numbers, man.
He counts in Japanese, in fucking Japanese!
And I swung too early.
[sniffles] Fuck me, man. Fuck!
We were just training for a movie and...
- Fuck, man! - [Mickey] All right.
Relax, relax. This ain't a problem.
What do you mean, this ain't a fucking problem?
Look, you already cut his head off.
- Half the work is done. - What?
[Mickey] I'll need cleaning supplies.
Trash bags.
Concrete. Thick towels.
T-towels are by the pool.
Cleaning supplies are in the house.
Go get the towels. All right.
Go grab what you can from inside the house.
The stronger the chemical, the better.
And then get back here.
Go ahead.
♪ Soft dramatic music ♪
♪♪♪
Let me see one of these.
What you gonna do?
[sniffles]
Here goes.
[sword thuds]
[gagging]
Ah, what's next now?
A leg.
Is your avocado non-GMO?
Well, is it, or isn't it?
Drop your phone.
Drop it!
Move.
♪ Suspenseful music ♪
[Dime-Bag] Give me your ATM card and PIN number.
♪♪♪
[card clinks]
[keypad beeping]
[horn honks]
[grunts softly]
♪♪♪
How are ya?
Um...
I'll take a, uh...
The chicken teriyaki sandwich, please.
Y-you all out of chicken teriyaki?
Wallet, cell phone, and your fucking bag.
All right. All right.
Come on.
All right. Here-here's the...
- Give me the bag. - Eh...
- Give me the fucking bag. - No, no, no.
- Give me... - Do what he fucking says.
Fucking...
- Move, motherfucker. - Fuck you.
♪ Tense music ♪
♪♪♪
- Get on your fucking knees. - Fuck you guys.
[gun thwacks]
Ow! [groans]
Stop fighting, you dumb shit.
- Give me the bag. - [Bunchy] Fuck you.
What's your ATM PIN?
Fuck you!
You're fucking dead. You hear me?
[gun thwacks]
♪♪♪
[scrubbing]
♪ somber music ♪
I knew something was wrong.
What you mean?
[Abby] Hearing things.
Raccoons.
Holes in the wall.
I'm not crazy anyway.
[Ray] Course you're not.
No, I'm just dying.
[scrubbing]
♪♪♪
You could go anywhere in the world,
where do you go?
I don't know.
Italy?
India?
What?
Back in time.
I gotta make it to Christmas.
[chuckling] Fuck is that... what...
What do you mean, you gotta make it to Christmas?
Yeah, for the kids.
I don't want to ruin it for them forever.
[sighs softly]
You're gonna make it longer than Christmas, Abby.
Yeah?
Maybe New Year.
Don't you fucking quit on me.
[scoffs]
- Ray, for fuck's sake. - Hey.
We're gonna find a doctor.
We're gonna find somebody who can fix this.
And until then, you don't get to fucking quit.
All right? So pick.
Italy or India?
[whispering] Give me your car keys.
Just give me the fucking car keys.
[keys rattle]
[sighs]
[footsteps recede]
[paint roller splatting softly]
[soft splatting continues]
[Abby] Gonna love my husband.
I'm gonna love my kids.
[glass shattering]
And I'm gonna fix this fucking bar!
[bat pounding through wall]
All right, you motherfucker?
♪ Gentle music ♪
[pounding continues]
[Ray] That family from Evanston,
they still interested?
♪♪♪
Can you bring 'em over?
Yeah, today.
♪♪♪
Thanks, Deb.
[phone beeps]
There once was a girl named Sapphire,
who succumbed to her lover's desire.
She said, "It's a sin, but now that it's in,
could you shove it in a few inches higher?"
- That's... - [both laugh]
- That's really good! - No, it's not.
That's good. That's-that's from...
- Shh. - That's from your mom?
Yeah.
[inhales]
[exhales]
I love you. [inhales]
[tsks]
Oh, I'm sorry.
- That was insensitive. - No.
No, it-it was. It was.
Because, um...
[whispering] the cancer.
[slurps]
No, I take it back.
I don't love you. Take back.
Hmm.
Really?
- Listen... - Mm-hmm?
I'm listening.
My father
is a person who does things.
What does that mean?
Okay, so he covers up crimes
for famous people
and he does crimes
and he knows a lot of powerful people.
He covers up crimes?
- And he does-he does crimes? - Yes.
It's serious.
And, uh... and-and...
you're telling me because...?
Um...
you know, because he can...
he can be dangerous when someone doesn't give him what he wants.
[laughs] That's... I-I'm-I, like...
I don't understand.
You, um... you got sick,
right before your trial, with meningitis.
Um...
Wait, what-what-what are you saying?
I think my dad might've
made you sick before your surgery.
I wanted to see
what could have happened for my mom, you know?
I... I thought
that you'd gotten the surgery, Jake; I did.
I thought that when we met that you'd...
you'd be healthy.
♪ Ambient music ♪
I swear.
So wh...
♪♪♪
why would your dad want to get me sick?
[cries]
So you wouldn't get the surgery
and my mom could take your place in the trial.
♪♪♪
[mutters softly]
♪♪♪
[breathes shakily]
[Jay] I should've just called my lawyer, man. Fuck!
Jay, just relax, okay? We got it covered.
Hey, man, my whole fucking life,
my whole career is sitting in the back of your car
in buckets of concrete.
This old man even know what the fuck he's doing?
[Daryll] Yeah, man, I mean, we got this.
"We"? Nigga, "we"?
The old man is the only one making moves.
All you fucking got is bubble guts.
Fucking "black Ray Donovan."
You the fucking wack Ray Donovan.
Fuck outta...
Jay White sitting in the parking lot.
No way.
Yeah, we, uh,
doing some deep sea fishing,
doing some research for his newest role.
[chuckles softly]
- The White House. - [laughs softly]
[officer] The White House, man. Yeah.
That was my jam back in high school.
I-I used to get bussed into Pali High.
Nothing but white people everywhere.
Oh. Thanks, man.
Hey, "Check's in the mail," right?
- [both chuckle softly] - That's right.
- "Check's in the mail, baby." - [both chuckle]
Hey, uh, do you think I can get a picture with you?
Yeah, of course, Officer.
Yo, he one of them cool celebrities.
He'll take a picture with you, no problem.
Okay, there it is.
- [camera snaps] - Aw, perfect.
See, nobody would believe me otherwise.
Oh, yeah, no problem.
"Check's in the mail."
[both chuckle softly]
Nigga, please.
Every black person been the only black person someplace.
Jay, you cool?
I'm calling my lawyer.
- You doing what? - I'm calling my lawyer.
- This is... - Hey, yo, what the fuck?
I said no lawyers, didn't I?
Yo, give me my fucking phone, man!
No, fuck you; after this shit, you're fired, motherfucker.
Do what you gotta do.
We're good to go. We're good to go.
What's going on?
He wants to call his lawyer, Pop.
Oh, no, no. No, no.
Here.
Come on. You come with me.
[Mickey] Daryll, no.
Stay here.
[car door shuts]
[sighs]
[muffled moan]
[man] Ben? Ian?
[muffled groan]
[man] Yeah, I'll be there. Give me about 30 seconds.
Hey.
What's up, Ter?
What about dinner tonight?
I was thinking Bludso's.
Maybe El Carmen?
- You choose. - Ah, I can't.
- I'm buying. - Yeah, um...
my dad wants to meet up.
What, twice in one day?
All right.
You want a ride?
Nah, it's cool.
I'll Lyft over.
So I'll see you at home tonight?
Yeah. Of course.
[Bunchy] They can't be more than, like,
20 miles away, right?
So you gotta get in your car,
put your siren on, and-and-and call
- the highway patrol. - Sir.
- Get 'em to put up those barricades. - I understand you're upset, okay?
Yeah, I'm upset...
They robbed me.
They held us all hostage at-at gunpoint.
The best thing we can do
is let our detectives try to find the culprits.
- Try? No, you can't just try. - Yes, sir.
Okay, I had over $1 million
in my daughter's diaper bag they took.
You had $1 million in your daughter's diaper bag?
I know it sounds unusual.
But look, I was going
to a big real estate transaction, okay?
I was going to the bank to get a cashier's check,
and I just-I stopped there 'cause I was hungry.
I'll be sure to notate that in my report:
"Victim had $1 million."
It's 1.2. Look.
Please. I'm telling you the truth.
Yes, sir. We'll put a dedicated task force on it.
You're not fucking listening to me!
Sir. You need to calm down.
I'm sorry.
Please. You gotta help me.
Sir, why don't you go over to the ambulance,
let 'em take a look at you?
[seagulls squawking]
[boat engine humming]
[engine puttering]
[engine cuts out]
Okay, start tossing.
[sucks teeth]
Let's go. [claps]
Chop-chop.
[grunts]
[water splashes]
Let's go.
[groans]
[grunts]
[Mickey] I'll help you here.
[chain clanking]
[both grunt]
I got it.
All right, one, two, three!
[whooshing]
Look at me.
He was the professional,
and he put this fucking razor-sharp weapon in your hand.
Whose fault is that?
See?
You got some kind of
formal Jap good-bye or something?
You can do it now.
[breathes shakily]
speaking Japanese
[sniffles]
[exhales, sniffles]
All will be well.
It's a great big ocean and a very tiny sensei.
Home is the hunter, home from the hill,
and the sailor home from the sea.
Let's get back to land.
- [Mickey] Eh? - [engine revs]
[engine puttering]
[engine revving]
[doorbell chimes]
Hey, Ray.
What are you doing here?
I gotta talk to you about Sam Winslow.
All right.
[engine cuts out]
Go get the security cam footage.
Hold up. Hold up.
Uh, I don't know what arrangements you made
with my son,
but my services aren't included.
No?
No.
So what do I owe you?
I've been getting some excellent feedback
on this little film that I wrote.
Four Leaf?
Yeah, as in clover.
And you and I know
that, uh, nothing gets made in this town
without-without a star.
Listen, Mr. Donovan, this is not how things work.
Look,
The time to call your lawyer
was before you called my son.
We understand each other?
[sucks teeth]
We'll hold on to those.
They'll be safe with us.
I'll, uh... I'll take care of, uh,
Sensei's car.
You can go.
What's-what's that, uh...
that line you're famous for?
"Check's in the mail, baby."
You were great in that.
Occupy yourself with other things.
This day never happened.
We'll be in touch.
♪ Dramatic music ♪
[engine turns over]
♪♪♪
We'll be in touch!
♪♪♪
How well do you know Tom?
I knew his brother better.
Do you consider him a friend?
No.
Tom became unreliable.
You're not unreliable, are you, Mr. Donovan?
I mean, when someone brings you into their problem,
you're discreet.
What's he got on you?
I first met my husband Roger
when I was a script girl at Pacific.
He was 56. I was 29.
The film was The Absolute End.
He proposed to me
the night he won the Oscar.
What happened?
Our daughter, Ainsley, was born.
Roger bought a house on Point Dume.
Which I hated. The constant driving.
Ainsley and George liked to play
at the Madisons' when he wasn't with his mother.
And the Madisons lived nearby.
We drank, she and I.
Too much.
It was four-thirty.
I remember because I was due in town at six-thirty,
and I was running late.
December 16th.
The sun was going down.
Kids were in the back of the car.
I turned onto the PCH.
I was drunk.
Very drunk.
The kids were...
in the back seat.
Um, Tom belonged to Roger at that time,
and he came to the hospital.
I was handcuffed to the bed.
And Tom did what he does. He...
he made it disappear.
And Ainsley's death
became a tragedy instead of a crime.
♪ Somber ambient music ♪
♪♪♪
That must have been hard for you.
♪♪♪
I suspected that Tom kept things.
Obviously, he did.
I'll take care of it.
Will you, Ray?
Will you do that for me?
Damon is going out to dinner tonight.
With his father.
His father?
I didn't know he was in the picture.
Yeah.
Me neither.
Teresa's...
out with the Crafty Fox.
The what?
El Zorro Astuto.
It's another luchador.
♪ Soul music playing over speakers ♪
That's a shit name.
♪♪♪
I was El Trebol,
The Shamrock.
That's a better name.
'Cept I ain't got no luck.
Ah, me neither, Bunch.
[door opens]
Me neither.
Two glasses, Bunch.
Three of my four boys
and a bottle of whiskey, what could be grander?
Huh?
Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, it's time to toast
your old man's newly green-lit motion picture,
starring the enchanting Jay White.
The "Check's in the mail" guy?
None other.
Jay White's black, Pop.
This is the modern times, Bunch.
They can do all sorts of shit with their computers.
What the fuck are you talking about?
No, I'm serious.
They got this other picture
where a woman is playing a man
who's dressed as a woman.
They can do all sorts of shit.
To be continued.
[indistinct chatter]
Kitchen's closed, but I can
throw something together for you.
[Daryll laughs]
[indistinct chatter]
What are you doing?
What?
You were supposed to take care of things.
Avi showed up at my house last night,
my fucking home.
Totally off the rails. Higher than shit.
I'm not killing Avi, Frank.
Robbery turned quadruple homicide.
Cowboy. Fat guy.
Black lady. Indian.
So what? I'd do it again. They killed my girl.
The Vegas Bureau called and I buried this for you,
you fucking degenerate.
Now, if I go down, this is the first damn thing to come up.
Do you understand that?
And your boy's gonna get called in to talk.
Bunchy's a good boy. Leave him be.
And from what I understand about him,
that fucking half-wit,
he won't last all of five minutes before he cracks.
♪ Brooding music ♪
Tomorrow, Avi's gonna be at
the Spearmint Rhino Gentlemen's Club.
Eleven o'clock a.m.
Get it done.
♪♪♪
Hi, uh, it's me.
[sniffles] I fucked up.
I know. I...
[inhales] I should have...
[sighs] told you.
♪♪♪
Call me.
[cell phone beeps]
♪♪♪
[woman] I really liked it.
[man] Yeah, me too.
[woman] The bedrooms...
[man] Yeah, nice kitchen and everything.
[Deb] So if you have any questions, please call me, okay?
- [woman] Thank you so much. - [man] Sure. Thanks, Deb.
[Deb] Pleasure, pleasure.
[man] Same here.
[woman] You know, I just want to go over...
[car doors open and shut]
[man] Okay.
[engine turns over]
Good news.
They're going to offer 50 under asking.
Do you want to counter?
- What for? - What do you mean, what for?
♪ Tony Crown's "Fly Like an Eagle" ♪
Just sell it, Deb.
[engine turns over]
[engine revs]
♪♪♪
♪ Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping ♪
♪ Into the future ♪
♪♪♪
♪ Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping ♪
♪ Into the future ♪
♪♪♪
♪ I'm gonna fly like an eagle ♪
♪ To the sea ♪
♪ Fly like an eagle ♪
♪ Let my spirit carry me ♪
♪ Fly... ♪