What a stressful hour! But in a good way. The whole thing centers and hinges on Daryll's first big fight, at Terry's club's titular Fite Nite, where he will be fighting some kind of champion of boxing. As far as I can tell, boxing is just white people paying minorities to beat each other up, but from the crowd's reaction it seems he does a great job. That is the beginning, and absolutely the end, of the good news for the Donovan clan.
Mickey is called away by a "closure"-seeking Rosanna Arquette, who thinks she might have unconsciously caused him to accidentally try and rape her that one time. He assures her it was just a coincidental miscommunication, and while she does not agree that it's hilarious, she does decide to have sex with his gross old penis, I guess just to make sure.
At this point, Sully and his henchmen kidnap the pair, terrifying Arquette and shooting her in the head, before we learn that Sullivan's sentimentality about dead Colleen -- which we saw briefly in Boston -- goes so deep that he would have shot Mickey for free. The irony -- that Mickey didn't even kill Colleen -- does not escape them, and so Sullivan takes Ray's money (which is actually Ezra's money, from Ruth's foundation) and flips, joining Team Mickey. They go to Sean Walker's house and murder him -- making the loss of my beloved Van Miller all the more cruel and unnecessary -- leaving Ray Sean's mystery baby as a kind of calling card.
Meanwhile, Ray is all about getting Abby pregnant, and you can't tell if he's just trying to change the subject -- Abby intuits that he's setting up a hit on Mickey, like, immediately -- or it's some kind of life/death mortality man thing, or both. I think both. Definitely cools his jets once she finally admits she's been in contact with Mickey since like the '90s, and invited him to LA in the first place. Either way, now Ray has an extra awesome baby. I hope Abby doesn't bitch at it too much, I've heard that can sour the disposition.
So we leave the episode with Daryll on a high, Abby once more convinced that her husband is a mahnstah, Mickey finally convinced there is no rapprochement possible with his eldest son, and Bunchy... Oh, drunk and jumping off roofs just like his dumb dead sister. Although I think there may be a parallel in play where Bunchy thinks his molester is in LA, and everybody tells him he's crazy, but then it turns out he's right, just like Mickey is only Ray's bête noir and everybody else thinks he's awesome (even I, at this point, find him 87-92 percent adorable), but then it will turn out Ray was right and actually Mickey will attack Abby or something. I'm still on that theory.
Next Week: Bunchy goes priest-hunting after all, the cops come after Mickey for Sean's murder, and Abby gets a bodyguard because everybody is going to die because Team Oldboy is on a rampage. Maybe they'll do poppers and go to a gay bar, you never know with this show. James Woods is single, having strangled his girlfriend in a motel, and Mickey is eternally single, but especially now since Rosanna Arquette just dropped dead. Actually, maybe it's just better to not have your girlfriends around James Woods. He seems to have a thing where he kills them. Pray for Deb! And Chloe.
As part of his induction into the family's sad way of life, Daryll "Black Irish" Donovan has been training for tonight's boxing match since he showed up. It also provides an alibi for Ray, who's finally gotten Sully to LA from Boston to kill Mickey tonight while the Donovans are cheering on their newest member. Van Miller is no longer with us, meaning that Ray, Ezra and Sean Walker are the only loose ends surrounding Mickey's early release from prison, not to mention the three people responsible for the frame job that put him there. Presumably, despite his clear affection for all three men, Mickey is still after them; what he doesn't know is that Sully is in town and ready to take him out before he can do anything about it.
While Tiny -- an imported Sully-henchman who is of course anything but -- shovels Mickey's grave, he's at the Fite Club helping Terry train Daryll. He's happy about the event, and even happier that his off-book FBI handler is no longer troubling him about that early release. Plus, he's got this development deal with Sean Walker, so that's probably got him pretty jazzed.
Upstairs in the closet where basically everything happens, Ray is feeling morose and Donovan-ny about the whole thing. Fathers and sons, fratricide and infanticide, dead Bridget and fucked-up Bunchy, misremembered abuses, all in a box of keepsakes Ray's taken down to look through just when his son Conor -- the only male Donovan left mostly untainted by both Mickey and the Holy Roman Empire -- wanders up there.
Conor: "Hey, I was just looking for somewhere to barf. Got any expensive jewelry?"
Ray: "No, just these priceless old photos of the man I will soon have murdered. Also, some boxing gloves."
Conor: "You know what would be adorable? If I put those on real quick."
Ray: "Oh my God, that is adorable. You know, I've been wary of you turning into violent creeper trash like the rest of us up until now, but seeing you in those boxing gloves on the day I'm having my dad murdered makes me weep Irish tears anyway."
Conor: "Tell me some horrible story about your treatment at his hands."
Ray: "He exercised a sort of prior restraint protocol on us being pussies by beating us before we got beat up so we would be okay with getting beat up when we got beat up."
Conor: "Yikes. Did that work?"
Ray: "In that we are all permanently beat up, I guess. I certainly never feel safe."