The doc has Tommy on a B3 drip when we rejoin him, confirming Conor as his guest with his assistant. On his way out -- as Tommy's giggling about his sudden niacin boner -- he reminds everybody in the room that Tommy is going to die of drugs very soon. Nobody involved really cares that much, but it's a nice gesture nonetheless.
Catherine kicks the bitching up an impressive amount, to the point where you are hoping Avi or Sully will simply murder her. ("I'm dying! I'm dying! I'm dying!" she foreshadows in the most excruciating possible way.) But not yet, my pet. First, to keep himself from driving off the road and into the desert and on and on until he crashes into something and the car explodes, Avi allows for a two-hour motel break. I kind of love the amount of credence Avi gives Ray's obsession with this, like, yes it sucks to be yelled at by Ray or have to put the hurt on him, but also you have to trust your own instincts sometimes.
Lena: "What I know about Harvey Levin is that he got new security..."
Ray: "Yes, Derek de la Fontaine. What about this muscles man?"
Lena: "Chip? I think it's his boyfriend?"
Tommy shambles into Lena's area dragging his drip behind him, whining once again about Harvey, and makes a salient point: "I should just ... pay him? I need my career, man. I'm an actor. I have to act. And my agent's just sent me a great script, but the whole thing will fall through if we don't make a deal. So I ordered a check for two million dollars."
The triumph and the tragedy of Tommy Wheeler is that even the people that love him are loving him through the stubborn veil of fiction. I venture to say that I (for e.g.) love Tommy Wheeler and want to help him as much in our universe as one might in Ray Donovan's universe: And that both are equally possible, which is to say impossible. Even Chloe loves him like we do -- through the veil -- and she knows for a fact that he's addicted to her.
Didn't you ever want to invite, I dunno, like Courtney Love or somebody to come stay at your house for a week and just be chill and see if you could fix her? Or remind her what being a person looks like in reality? Dear Brad Renfro: No homo but I think you need a timeout. We associate this idea of dollmakers and broken dolls and savers-of-dolls as being a gendered thing, Ray and women versus the evil men who make the money, but honestly I wonder if Tommy's not most pitiable, the most hollowed-out doll of all.