previously on "Californication"
I was talking with Dani here about our sexual problem
she is totally in
I gotta get my camera, this is...
- Motherfucker! - Oh, sorry!
Most recently I gave man birth to a wealthy tome called...
- "God Hates Us All" - which was turned into a movie called...
"A Crazy Little Thing Called Love".
You drink too much...write too little and the only exercise you get is in the bedroom
Some Folks have compared the way, for your new novel
to the decade plus wait of the new Guns' n Roses album
- How is the new book coming? - Now, that's a hostile question
Hank, I got you a ticket
I hope that's fully refundable because I ain't going.
You're not going to your dad's funeral?
He was a fucking asshole.
Hank, you are not your father
Holy Shit!
Ehi!
I was just about to call the super shuttle!!
- Ehi. - Ehi.
How Are You? How Was It?
Hank!
- too much fair? - you slapped it
with the pelvis?
I thought maybe I could get little, uh,
half a grind there, but maybe not
- You know, I'm not here to pick you up - I know!!
- I'm here for Bill. - You don't think i saw Bilbo's bag in first class?
- You did? - Ehi, he doesn't travel very light, doesn't he?
Give the guy a break. Ehi!
- He has been away for a month. - Yeah, what can happen in a month...
- A lot did... - You shut up! Don't-say-a-word.
Ehi, don't hold back at my account, guys
- No. - Really?
Because if It was me I would grab that ass.
I would grab it like I own it,
expecially after such a prolonged absence
Would now be the appropriate time, Hank, to say how...
sorry I am for your lost?
Well, actually, would have been more appropriate about three hours ago,
with a free drink and an ice cream Sundae.
What the fuck you're doing with all those towels, anyway?
you got a bad case of swamp ass?
It must have been a very long flight
and I thing this is where we should part company
I think I see a cab with my name on it
Don't be ridiculous
Ah, Bill, it's just a figure of speech.
There's really not a cab with my name on it.
- No, We'll give you a ride home, Hank. - Really?
Wow, that's plenty wide to you
- No, he likes cabs, - Sure
'cause it reminds him the Big Apple
No...We live all in the same neighbourhood, so...
no need to punish the environment, unnecessary
no need to punish the environment
- unnecessary - that you'll put out, of course
This? yeah, of course, yeah.
and... here!
I got shotgun!
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Season 01Episode 09 "Filthy Lucre"
No way, man!
What the fuck is so great about that $30 salad, anyway?
Yes, shit, ok, yeah, fine. Whatever!
That's fine. Eight o'clock
you were not plan on cooking tonight, were you?
I gotta go at Coy for the four hundreth fucking time
Sometimes I'm surprised I don't shit crispy-rise with spices tuna
You wanna I bring you something home?
Maybe some baked crab rolls?
We can eat it in bed, while we watch all those CSI Miami I've saved up on TIVO.
What do you think? What do you think? A little... late-night snack with your snack daddy?
I'm good
I actually thing... I might have a thing...tonight.
a thing?
Yeah, I'm...
thinking about going at the book club
well, You'll be home early then
Earliest, I guess.
Why so curious all of a sudden?
I thing you said you're going out tonight
I'm not...
I'm not curious all of a sudden, I just...
I happen I know you hate that fucking book club, that's all.
Yeah, Well, When you commit to something, you're supposed to stick with it
Sure
I guess I'll leave you to it, then.
Uh...see you later.
later
Dad!
That's my name. Don't wear it out.
You guys. Oh My God. That was incredible.
- I want you to play that song at the wedding. - Let's not get carried away...
What? What do you mean?
I mean...you're very, very good, but....
Well, I think if you give 'em some time, Bill, they could bone up on some Supertramp.
I don't get it. why you don't want them to play that song? or...
No, no, I, I don't mean anything I thought we decided on the string quartet.
- Bill, what? - We just haven't talk about any of this...and I...
think, perhaps...
- Ehi, Bec? - Yes, Posh?
I thing your guests could use a beverage. What do you think?
Agreed.
Ehy, Ehy, I don't want to get your hopes up, guys.
But you keep rolling with the marital discord,
and I see you across from Oprah on a big yellow couch.
Fingers crossed.
Okay, great.
- thank you - you're welcome
Are you coming up?
No. Why?
- For make up the sex. - Are you fucking insane, Hank?
Ok. We can do it rigth here. Do the seats on this recline?
Hank, whatever sex we're gonna have, we've had, okay?
- It's over - It's little late to play hard to get.
- don't you think? - We need to start acting like we split up already.
Ok? Let's just forget about it.
Forget? Who could forget such a knee-rattling orgasm?
You were grieving. I was co-grieving. It was a slip.
It was a good sleep. I think you knocked something loose down there, tiger.
Hank
I wrote something.
That's great, Hank.
I don't think you heard me. I wrote something.
Not that blog shit, other, something real. That's why I was in New York for so long.
I went there and just sat down at my mother's Old Smith Corona.
- I didn't get up for two weeks. - Wow
I got pages here, honey... many pages.
- It's rough, but it's something. - That's great, that's great.
I wish you a lot of luck.
Luck is all I get? What's it?
You fucked it out of me, and now you don't want to take responsibility for it?
Hanky no, fuck you. I'm not that person anymore, okay?
I'm not your fucking sounding-board-Cum-security blanket.
- i have my own life - You're not in the least bit interested?
- Yes, of course. I'm fucking curious - Fine, then it's settled. There it is.
- I cannot read it - I heard it but I'm not taking no for an answer.
Hank
I'm sure it's very good.
- I'm sure it's excellent. - No, no. i'm not sure is very good
Most likely, it's a piece of crap. The promise I won't know until you tell me.
- no. don't do that! - 'cause that's the way it goes.
That's the way is always gone. I give it to you, and you tell me.
I can't tell the difference between the ridiculous and the sublime
until you tell me. Now, be careful with that.
You've got my life there in your hands.
Hank, dont' say... This is just words, you know.
It's words, okay. Take it.
Well, words is all I have left to play with.
So be gentle...now,
Please tell Becca to expect a gentleman call and to put on her best frak
- Thank you - Hank, please, take this.
but thank you... honestly, thank you. Smell you later.
Fuck.
Say it! Say it! Say it! Say it!
- Okay, you're a good agent. - That's right, motherfucker!
If it hadn't been for me putting that little clause in your contract,
and been as handsome as I am
then you wouldn't be holding that big, fat wad of cash, rigth now.
Yeah, fucking blood money is what it is.
Who the fuck cares what it is?
Thanks to the aggressively mediocre taste
of the American movie going public, you now get to reap the benefits.
Bonus time, baby. Treat yourself.
- Treat myself? - Yeah, sure
- Get yourself a new car. - I don't want a new car.
I like my old one. It's got character.
Yeah, Well. If by character, you mean lady juice in every
nook and cranny of the upholstery,
then, yes, you're absolutely right.
- That explains a lot, actually. - So, get it washed then.
Ehy, you know, what now? you could probably, you know, even get yourself
one of those little prepaid coupon booklets, right?
You put it in the glove compartment. That's how I roll.
- That's how you roll? - That's how I roll, baby.
I did purchase what is commonly referred to
by the kids as a big-ticket item.
What'd be that?
OK. I'm getting a bad feeling here.
- Why is that? - Because I'm thinking
you intend to give that to someone who might already be engaged.
- That's the plan, motherfucker. - Don't do this to yourself, Hank.
What? Come on, Charlie. Don't do what to myself?
Don't go after what I want? I've done the research.
Karen and I belong together. And I feel good.
Lately... just the past little while, things are looking up for me.
I feel a change. I wrote something.
Wait. You, you...
You what?
You wrote something? Okay.
I've dreamed about this moment, alright,
the one where you come to me, pages in hand.
You say, "please read this." I do, and it's fucking genius.
I sell it, we both get our sells back on track, and we all live happily ever fucking after.
- Fuck me. No pressure there. - What did you write?
What is it? A screenplay? A short story? What?
Fuck that noise!
No more screenplays for me. It's a novel.
It's a short novel. More like in the valley It's a modern-day answer to "Lolita," really.
You know, an older man unwittingly beds an underage girl.
It unravels his life completely. High jinks ensue.
Broner. You gave me a broner.
Where is it? Let me read it! Ehy!!
Dani, cancel my lunch!
I gave it to Karen. She reads all my stuff first.
Yes, So, you know? Slip me a copy. I promise I won't read it till after she's done.
That's the only one. I went old-school this time.
I hunted and pecked like a motherfucker.
Whatever. This is great fucking news, Pal!
I'm not so sure, Charlie. I mean, you know, most likely, it sucks.
Well, Yes. Is that why I come in. Right? You see? I'll sell the shit out of it.
By the time I get through spinning, nobody will be able to tell
whether if it's a piece of shit or the work of staggering genius.
There's a difference?
Hi.
Oh, Leave me alone.
- Uh, A hostile... - No, I'm browsing.
If I have any questions, I'll ask you. Now, shoo, you little parasite, you.
- Ops, She's still coming... - What do you do?
- I'm a writer. - Oh, yeah? Movies? TV?
Books. Novels. The occasional haiku.
Uh. Alright, well, let me know if you have any questions.
What the fuck was that?
- What? - You just blow me off. You think I can't afford
this penile implant on wheels, so you're done with me.
- No. I didn't say that. - You didn't have to.
Guy's got feelings.
This one. I want to drive this one.
- Let me get the keys. - Please.
- I love L.A. - So, what do you think?
- It's really clean. - That's it?
This is one of the finest automobiles the world has to offer.
I'm not a big car guy.
I think if I got to open it up past, like, 7 mph,
I might really fall in love with it.
Will you get off that fucking phone before I stuff it up your ass? I'm done
- Hey, buddy! - What, are you kidding me?
I kid you not, sir. Shame on you.
Mind your own fucking business.
Oh, come on! You don't wanna be that guy. Do you? Look at her!
She's perfect. She's drop-dead. She's firecrackers on the 4th!
You'll never do better, but she can. You know what I'm saying?
So, tell me something.
What do I have to do to get you into this car?
Well, let's talk about the extras.
I like the BMW, too, though. No, I like it. It's roomy.
It's leather! Leather!
Hey, honey, your dad's here!
- What the fuck is that? - Just ignore that.
It's hard. It's very shiny.
- What about that? Did you? - What?
Any thoughts? Notes? Did the kool-aid still taste as sweet?
Shall I turn around so you can blow smoke up my ass more easily?
- You wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a genius? - I didn't have a second to breathe, I'm so sorry.
- I really am. - No, don't be sorry. I mean...I...
Honey...I just thought you'd be more intrigued.
No, I am intrigued.
- I'm also kind of... - Horny?
No, what? Like you? Like 23 hours a day? Like some rutting moose, no.
I should tell you something
The Billdo is back in black, and you're not warm for his form.
That shit tells me something.
I'll just grab the Becca. You gotta catch up about your reading.
It's even more phallic than the last one.
- You like? - I liked the old one better.
It had character... And a funky smell.
- Where are we going? - It's a surprise.
I suggest you brew one of your special teas,
settle into a backbreaking piece of modern furniture,
and curl up with your favorite author.
A Martin Amis, or a Virginia Woolf or a Charles Bukowksi?
Imposters, all.
Whatever I want?
Whatever you want.
The possibilities are endless.
Go with something classic and timeless,
something that looks like Keith Richards might have throw up on it at some point,
something that would make Jon Bon Jovi quake in his acid-washed jeans.
Like that one?
This blue one? Yeah.
- Hey, man. Is Dave around, man? - No, he's on vacation.
- You need some help? - No, he's an old friend of mine.
I just figured he could help me with some cash.
Bummer.
Come on, pretty girl.
Father?
Offspring?
That was a nice guitar.
Yes. Sometimes, it's best not to get involved in the affairs of others.
That's interesting,
coming from the most intrusive man I know.
Hey, excuse me!
That's a beautiful fiddle you've got there.
- Yeah? - Yeah, how much you want for it?
- It's worth a lot, man. - Yeah, I'll bet.
I can put it on EBay and get over 10 grand, easy.
Yeah, how much you want for it?
- I'd take a grand. - You said it's worth 10 at least, right?
Yeah, well... you gotta do what you gotta do, man.
Yeah, I hear that.
How about 13.5?
- Come on, man. Don't fuck with me. - I'm a couple hundred short.
If you give me your address, I can send you a check.
Don't worry about it. Just play it in good health.
Thank you.
My lady, your ax awaits.
- You're a good daughter. - My hair.
I'm sorry. Come on.
I have a confession to make.
- Yes? - You know what you said earlier
about not wanting Becca to play at the wedding?
Bill, that really bothered me.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it.
I just don't want our wedding to be some big joke.
I don't want it to be some kind of adults-only affair,
you know, all stuffy. I want it to be fun and whimsical
and something we're gonna remember forever.
Alright, I hear you. Maybe Becca can learn some...
Van Morrison. There's nothing that makes this man cry
like a little "Brown eyed girl."
Ok, Bill... That's definitely a compromise.
Bill, there's something else I want to tell...
One second! One second...
- Hi, Bill. - "Dad" or "daddy," please.
- Hey. - Hey.
- What's this? - It's Hank's new book.
Hank wrote a new book? Well, fuck me running!
Sorry. Can I read it?
I don't think that's appropriate.
Well, is it good?
- I haven't read it yet. - Why not?
What is this?
- Oh, my god. How did you even - Well, I remembered you saying
how much you liked the view from your dorm room so...
I convinced these lovely little N.Y.U co-eds
to let me take a picture from their dorm room,
which, once upon a time, was your dorm room.
You're just adorable.
Well, I try.
Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?
Oh, nothing.
No, nothing. Come here. Come here.
Get that sweet, little hairless ass of yours downstairs!
- We've got some celebrating to do! - Hey, I thought you had a dinner.
I did. I bailed at the last second.
I wanted to see you.
Why?
I need an excuse to see my wife all of a sudden?
No, it's just -- What is there to celebrate?
Hank wrote something.
Well, kudos to Hank. He's a writer.
This is a big deal, sweetie.
This is like the return of old Hank.
Or I don't know. Maybe it's the new Hank.
But the guy, he came into my office today
with a giant engagement ring he bought for Karen.
What? What are you talking about?
The only thing I could think when I saw it was, "hope".
Baby, hope.
Things have been just really fucked-up around here, right? I mean, you know it, too, right?
Ever since, well, the nipple incident.
Or, actually, before then.
But the thing I realize now is
that I was just really depressed, you know.
and if Hank can get his shit together, so can I.
- and that's exactly what I'm gonna do. - Good for you, Charlie.
And I want you to know, baby, that I'm sorry.
For what?
For letting us get to a place in our lives
where we actually thought we needed a threesome to get ourselves back on track.
You don't have to apologize for that.
Yes, I do, because it is not right.
I want you to know...
That you are all I need, baby.
You're right, Charlie.
Things have changed since nipple-gate.
Yes, and I want to go right back where we were before.
Yeah, I don't think that's possible.
Good. Me, too.
Or -- wait. What? You -- what? You don't?
No... the thing with your teat
made things very clear to me.
The morning after our ill-fated threesome,
I woke up,
and the only thing I wanted to do was call Dani.
Now, I don't know if that makes me a fucking rug-muncher
or whatever, but...
that sweet, little Goth nutjob
makes this girl want to put her finger in the dike.
What are you saying?
What the fuck?
Oh, we were watching Bound just now.
You're right. That shit is hot.
You do have quite a movie collection.
And quite a wife.
You're fired, missy.
Too late, boss.
I think it's time I moved on to a new desk.
- Maybe I'll even be an agent someday. - I know about everything.
I know about the "s" and "m" and the light "b" and "d".
And I'm not mad. I'm just kind of sad.
And sexually awakened. I think we should go out there
and fuck all the people we never fucked.
Let's just rock out with our cocks out!
Carpe motherfucking diem, baby!
What if I don't want to...
rock out with my cock out?
What is that?
What about the guitar Bill got you?
This one's special.
Timeless. Classic.
It looks like Keith Richards threw up on it back in the '70s.
"Back in the '70s."
Thanks, dad.
You're welcome. Now go practice.
Extra loud so you annoy the neighbors and Bill.
I've got to talk to your mom.
A chill just ran up my sack.
Hold on a second. I've got to prepare myself.
Yeah, me too.
Okay, just like old times.
Give it to me straight. I want it all.
Here we go.
Lay it on me.
Brutal truth.
I can't.
You love ripping me to shreds.
It's not as much fun when I give you permission?
Look at me.
You didn't read it.
You didn't fucking read it.
I can't read it, Hank.
Why not?
Because... I can't go back.
That part of my life is over now.
There are a number of things going through my mind to say to you right now,
but only one is coming to the forefront.
And that is...
- Fuck, we had the sex, Karen. - Shut the fuck up!
Shutting me up is not gonna make it any less true.
You know what? That was a onetime thing, okay?
It's done. I mean, I don't regret it.
Why would you? You came, like, three times?
Hank, now I regret it, okay?
Now I do regret it.
Hank, the fact that you wrote this is fucking incredible
I'm so proud of you.
And I'm so glad that you have finally opened a new chapter in your life.
And it's here, and it's great. You have to do it on your own, okay?
What if I don't want to?
What if I want to go back and do it all over again?
Only this time...
Not make the same mistakes. This time...
do it better.
This time, do it right.
With...
jewelry.
I don't love you anymore.
I love Bill.
I'm gonna marry Bill.
And I really need you to respect that.
I'm a fucking asshole.
I'm a motherfucking asshole.
Do you know how to get to the 45 from here?
On foot?
You could walk over to Lincoln.
Get the fuck out of the car, motherfucker! Get out of the car!
- Get out of the car! - Get the fuck out now!
Come on! Get in, let's go!
Shut the fuck up!
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