Previously on Californication...
- So this is where you work. - You want to come inside?
Would that involve seeing you naked?
- Oh, most definitely. - I think not.
In the interest of student-teacher relations.
Hank... Hank!
Yes, Fraulein?
Tonight, my house, English department fall mixer.
How many jobs do you have, lady?
You got a paper route too?
Did you two come together?
No. We just came in together.
Oops.
I fucking hate you!
Okay, I'll just... I'll move back in.
I do my thing, you do yours.
Fine by me.
Aah!
No means no, you know!
Is this the surprise you were talking about?
I signed a big fish today.
Oh, well, good for you.
Maybe you can move the fuck out now.
Come on.
I was looking for Charlie.
Charlie, are you inside that woman?
I can explain.
Bob's your uncle. Oh...
Oh, hey... Felicio.
Looks like you caught me doing a little... ahh...
pre-class meditato.
We should talk.
Oh, shit, you're not preggers, are you?
Hank, we kissed. That was all.
Well, technically speaking, you kissed me,
for what it's worth.
I've never done that before.
Wow, you never kissed a man?
Now, that's just plain weird.
What, are you a hooker or something?
'Cause hookers don't kiss. Neither do marines.
That's the best gay porn title I ever heard:
"Marines don't kiss."
What I'm saying is,
I've never stepped outside of my marriage before.
Well, of course not. Duh.
Who in their right mind would step out
on his royal deanness?
Look, I know Stacy's not exactly of your tribe.
But once upon a time I was very much in love with the man.
Yeah.
Before he cheated on me, that is.
Whoa, Nelly!
Are you trying to tell me that
that smarmy piece of wiener cheese
took his love to town?
Oldest story in the book, I'm afraid.
He fell for one of his students.
We got through it, though.
Counseling, couples therapy.
Over-intellectualizing the whole thing
to an absurd degree.
We're really quite good at that.
Wow, rock on with your bad selves.
That's... that's awesome, but I'm guessing
that you feel like you're... owed one.
Like you got this "get out of jail free" card,
and you just don't know how or when to use it?
Or maybe I do.
Oh, well, shucks.
Uh, I... I'd be flattered,
but I try not to involve myself
in other people's domestic strife.
Really, Hank?
I haven't known you all that long,
but that doesn't seem like part of your programming.
That's the thing. It's a relatively new thing
based on a shitload of really horrible experiences.
- But it's a thing nonetheless. - Hmm.
And who says I'd ever cash in such a chit
on the likes of you?
Whoa. Well, uh...
I would be the lucky one if you would.
I mean, you're a great broad, Felicia.
You deserve to be happier.
- Mm... - Uh-Oh.
Why can't I stop kissing you?
Oh, it's not your fault.
I'm like flypaper for the emotionally disturbed.
- Oop. - Ow, that's my balls.
Oh, hey, am I interrupting something?
Just some furtive fucking.
- I'll come back. - Please. This fellow?
Give a girl some credit.
I have to go to class.
Okay. Ta.
We should talk.
Oh, shit, you're not preggers, are you?
What are you talking about? You said you were snipped.
Phew, that's a relief.
We can't do that anymore.
You're right. We should not.
I mean, we could lose our jobs, our homes...
our citizenship.
Yeah, I know.
I was more thinking along the lines
that I haven't had the sex in a while.
And the other night was kind of like
waking a sleeping tiger.
If we're not gonna be doing it on a regular basis,
I don't think we should be doing it at all.
You know what I mean?
I do know what you mean,
but that whole waking the sleeping tiger thing
got me hard.
Mm. And I'm wet.
Hard and wet, that's a winning combination.
That's like cookies and cream, or...
Lennon and McCartney.
Mm.
Hank, I've been making some phone calls on your behalf.
And guess what.
People think you're a cunt. No joke.
Now, here's what I think we should do.
There's a lot of dried up Hollywood snatch out there
in need of watering.
Powerful older women
whose limp-dicked husbands have long since stopped
tending their gardens.
And they want someone young, dumb, full of come.
That's where you come in.
Now, I think we should send you around town,
these executive suites,
and you charm your way into the hearts, minds,
and pants of these unfuckable monsters.
Next thing you know, my phone is ringing
for Hank Moody.
So you're suggesting that I dump this whole writer thing
and reinvent myself as a Hollywood man-whore?
Oh, abso-fuckin'-lutely.
And then we turn around and we sell your story
as a modern day American gigolo.
- What do you think? - What are you guys doing?
You playing footsie?
She's playing footsie, not me.
Oh, we're not dating. Just fucking.
Really?
- Just the once. - Oh, bullshit.
I gave you two blow jobs in one night.
And you ate this pussy like your mama made it.
Oh, holy fuckballs! I got a lunch.
Kristofferson. My most loyal client.
Oh, God, I get in a puddle just thinking about it.
Oh, Runkle, now, don't be jealous.
I think we should keep emotion out
of this thing of ours.
Good idea, Sue.
I'm totally with you on that.
Yeah. What are you doing later, Hank?
- Uh... - Party at my place.
Why don't you stop by for a steak and a blow job?
I'd love to see you and Runkle with your swords crossed.
Collini out.
What the fuck is going on, big boy?
Just goin' with the flow.
Hey, I gotta go pick up Becca.
I promised her I'd take her shopping.
You want to hit a strip club later?
- Buh-Buh-Sheeure. - Yeah.
That sounds like a good time.
Yeah, I got a student that works at one.
Of course you do.
She dropped my class... I think she did...
and I'm perturbed. I want to find out why.
But I can't go alone. That would be unseemly.
Agreed.
Hey, hey, you gonna buy me a lap dance?
Maybe.
If you promise not to come in your pants.
Moody out.
Come on, Becca, you're killing me softly here.
Whoa.
Okay, I'm gonna pretend I didn't see that.
Just bring my daughter back alive,
and I won't call the cops.
- Okay? I promise. - Dad...
You have no fashion sense whatsoever.
I have excellent fashion sense.
I know what works for me. I have a uniform.
And a massive brain tumor.
Why, because I don't want to see half your butt crack
every time you get out of the car?
All right, fine. I'm guilty.
- Call me crazy. - May i?
May you what, butt into our conversation?
Sure. Feel free. Go ahead.
She looks amazing.
See? What she said.
Well, of course she looks amazing...
to the tune of... 200 quatloos?
Jesus Christ, if I didn't already object
on moral and religious grounds,
I'm never gonna spend that kind of money on clothes.
You promised you'd take me shopping.
Yes, honey, but I thought that meant, you know,
buying a few t-shirts at Hot Topic
and grabbing an orange julius or something like that.
I'm not that girl anymore, dad.
She's not that girl anymore, dad.
Thanks for the help, shopkeep.
Look, um, I think I see someone over there
in the market for a $250 Jethro tull t-shirt.
And by the way, I was at that show.
I paid all of ten bucks for the shirt.
Go. Exploit. Be gone.
I hate you.
Becs? Bexster?
Hey, listen, why don't we, um, go for a little walk and talk,
and I'll, uh...
I'll get you one of those hot dogs on a stick
that you like?
Or that you used to love, anyway.
I don't even know. I'm giving up. That's it.
- Wow. - There.
Are you happy now?
Sort of.
But not really. Not if you're not.
You can't have it both ways, dad.
Are you expecting someone?
Godot.
Oh, Godot. Ho ho. That's not bad.
- Hey, Chelsea. - I want to show you something.
We're working on her manners.
Hideous creatures, these teenage girls.
Monstrous. Couldn't agree with you more.
Is it too late drown them in the tub?
Would you like some tea or sherry or...
- What is it, pimm? - Oh, no, thanks.
I heard about the fight.
Oh, "fight." Not... not really a fight.
It was more like a disagreement.
Caring out loud, really.
Let me take her shopping with us.
Oh, no. Your daughter looks like a trollop.
That's... that's mean.
I'm just kidding. Not really.
Come on, just tell me how much you want to spend.
I'll make the most of it, and I'll make her look as...
I don't know, classy as humanly possible.
- I don't know. - Oh, come on.
She's such a sweet girl and misses her mother
and doesn't know how to talk to her father.
She used to.
Yeah, well, things change. She's evolving.
She's trying out different personalities.
You've got to adapt or die.
Well, maybe I'll come with you.
Absolutely not. No. No, no, no.
Besides, I wouldn't want her to see me
pull you into a dark corner and make out with you.
You dirty english rose, you.
It would appear that you bring it out in me.
You all ready?
Can I go?
Yes.
See, I told you he wasn't quite the asshole
you said he was.
Come along, girls. Let's hit the road.
That's Mr. Asshole to you, Chelsea.
- Mm-Hmm. - Yeah. Okay.
Check it out.
I think I can see where they put the implants in.
Ba-Jesus, it's like the laces on a football.
You gonna be like this all night?
Hey, is Jackie working?
Sorry, sweetie, don't know any Jackie.
You want a dance?
Do you really think I would strip
under my real name?
Uh, sorry, I don't know the protocol.
- Well, you're forgiven. - Hmm.
Well, what is your stripper handle, then?
- Ashley. - Ashley?
- Ashley Madison. - Ashley Madison.
Meet my agent. This is my student.
Of course she is.
You know, I had a feeling you'd show up
sooner or later.
Is that why you dropped my class?
Yeah, because I'm just that obsessed with you.
Listen, I really can't sit around and chitchat
all night.
So you can buy a dance or hit the road.
Come here, my agent.
- Ooh... - Oh, settle down.
Okay, this is for me.
And this... well, let's go, here...
This is for Ralph Baldo Emerson here.
Come on, big guy.
Oh...
What happened to you?
Nothing scandalous.
- Writing's just not my thing. - I beg to differ.
Well, you can beg all you want,
but it was an elective.
I'm a business major. I don't have time for it.
Business?
Who studies business in this day and age?
That feels really good, by the way.
- Nice work. - Thanks.
That there is a man boner.
Mm, yeah, that's pretty much what we shoot for in here.
Look, I know what you're thinking.
I'm not one of your typical fucked-Up damage cases
who's just lusting for male attention.
I'm not saying those girls don't exist.
Throw a rock in here and you'll hit six or seven,
but that's not me.
I am just making the most of what I got
while I still got it.
Ahh... right.
So what's next?
- I get the hell out. - Just like that?
You're just gonna disappear like a... topless salinger?
The stripper in the rye.
Hey, did you just come in your pants?
What? You were grinding...
- Disgusting! - I'm sorry.
It was an exceptional lap dance.
Freakin' gross!
Nicely done, Runkle.
It was a compliment.
A liquid compliment.
Hello?
Hey, Marcy, baby!
I'm at a strip club with Hank.
I just got a lap dance. It's awesome here.
Really?
No shit.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'll be right there.
Hey, I gotta go.
Somebody who came and saw the house
is coming back for the third time this week.
I think they might make an offer.
- Good luck, pal. - No. Sticky fingers.
Nice to meet you, Ashley Madison.
See, what did I tell you?
Am I not awesome?
Do I not provide a valid and worthwhile public service?
Yes, all that and more.
But you're a damn fine writer too.
So you say.
But I don't really care about that.
Well, maybe you should.
- Maybe it's another way out. - Of what?
The hole you're desperately trying to dig out of.
Maybe not as fast,
but the payoff will last a lot longer, trust me.
You know, I don't know a thing about you, teach.
Where you grew up, what you believe in.
But you really have no idea where I come from.
The shit I've seen.
- Oh? - Mm.
All right, well, tell me.
Why?
It's boring as shit.
I don't know, tell me.
Okay, do you really want to hear
about the father that I never knew?
The mother who used to clean rich people's houses
to get me to college?
Writing is just a... it's a pipe dream.
You can't really make a living
doing something like that.
Actually, that's how you end up teaching.
- Ouch. - Mm.
Instead, I would rather retire my mother, you know.
And if I have to use my body to do so,
then so fucking be it.
You know, I appreciate you trying to help me unleash
my inner Hemingway, but I'm a big girl.
You know, I can take care of myself.
Wow. I think you should really get back into class.
We could workshop that little story of yours.
I'm not sure I believe a word of it,
but I dig the details.
It was a pleasure meeting you, Ashley, uh...
Madison.
- Ashley Madison. - Mm-Hmm.
Jesus, took you long enough.
I'm sorry. I had to call a cab.
What's with the stain?
Egh, don't bother. I don't want to know.
I'm on the rag, and I'll start screaming.
I don't want to scream.
Okay, okay, what can I do?
Um, just make sure your jerk off paraphernalia
is all tucked away.
Gone. Done. What else?
Uh, that's it.
I think I'm good with that.
So this is it, huh?
What?
We're really gonna do this? Sell the place?
Isn't that what we want?
Yeah, sure, I guess.
Just, you know, all of a sudden,
a lot of memories come flooding back.
Some bad, but so many good, really.
Great even.
Can you stop, Charlie? Just stop, okay?
'Cause I really don't want to go traipsing
down memory lane with you right now.
Ugh, I gotta go change my fucking tampon.
- Is that all you got? - Come on.
- Yeah, Ashley. - Come on, Ashley.
- Party. Yeah. - Party with us.
Hey, Jackie.
You all right?
Yeah. Fine.
You know, big girl. Can take care of myself.
- Remember? - You sure?
Yeah.
That means you can take off now, old timer.
Oh. I'm not sure I want to.
I'm... I'm lonely.
What do I have to do to join this little homoerotic band
of thieves here?
- Okay... - Someone's looking
for a mouthful of cock and balls, huh?
Well, that does not sound very appetizing or filling.
Oh, shit! Bruce, Johnny, over here, quick!
- Kick his ass. - Leave him alone! Stop!
Fuck you. Fuck you!
Hey, Ted, let's go.
What were you thinking?
I was trying to prevent you from getting raped
atop a pinball machine, you ingrate.
They're my regulars. They're usually sweethearts.
Now you tell me.
Are you okay?
No. I just got my ass kicked by A.J. crew catalog.
I'm not okay.
What hurts?
My ass.
Yep, this is where the magic happens.
Oops, sorry. Used to happen.
Yeah, we're splitting the sheets.
D-I-V-O-R-S-E.
Nothing to be ashamed of. Things just didn't work out.
You know, could happen to anyone.
Even you guys.
Hey, dickless wonder, shut up.
Get it together, you two.
Wow, that's disgusting.
Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Well, that time of the month.
You know how it is, right, sisters?
Aye-yi-yi-yi-yi.
Don't worry, we'll make it all nice.
Well, I think we've seen everything
we needed to see.
Thank you. Good night.
Really, Marcy, a fucking tampon in the toilet,
- in this market? - It's all under control.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
It's going down.
Come on.
- Huh? - You're coming in.
I want to take a look at you.
What about your friend Balt?
He's sleeping at his boyfriend's.
Oh, he's got a boyfriend?
- Mm-Hmm. - Good for that dude.
Ow. Ooh, ooh.
Pussy.
What, no points for attempting to defend your honor,
no matter how ill-conceived or amateurish the execution?
Mmm... oh.
Is that what you were looking for?
Not exactly, but that'll do.
Hmm.
No. No mas. I'm dizzy enough as it is.
And this is not a good idea.
What does that even mean?
You're my student.
Not anymore I'm not.
Well, you're a student, and I am a teacher,
and as such this is frowned upon somewhat.
Wow, give me a break.
You once spent an entire class ranting about
how much you hate Coldplay.
Something tells me that you could care less
about what's frowned upon.
That's still one of my favorite lectures.
Mm.
Shit, you're really weakening my resolve.
Look, I'm 23.
If I'm attracted to you...
if I want to fuck you...
- That's really not helping. - Then what's the big deal?
You have really nice boobs.
Can I touch one?
Go ahead.
This is so not fair.
Fuck.
It's like a slasher film in there.
I think I got it all.
Are you okay?
Just leave me the fuck alone, Runkle, Jesus!
Why are you crying?
Why wouldn't I be crying?
I just want to be done with it already.
I want to sell this fucking house
and get on with the rest of my life.
Maybe you should have thought about that
before you left all that menstrual blood in the toilet.
Would you cut me some slack?
How many big, stinking dumps have you left
in that very same toilet?
Uh... I'm sorry I've made you so unhappy, Marcy.
Doesn't matter anymore.
We just weren't meant to be.
See, that's the thing.
I think we were.
I think we were supposed to live happily ever after.
I just... I took a wrong turn somewhere.
Or, okay, several wrong turns.
I fucked it up.
I'm a big boy, Marcy.
I will do whatever it takes to make you happy again.
And if that means letting you go,
yhat's what I will do.
Just you watch.
Ow!
What the fuck is wrong with you?
What happened to letting me go?
I don't know. It's hard.
It sure is.
Do that again.
Hey, what's up, baby blanket?
I can't seem to drag my ass out of bed this morning.
I don't know. How 'bout you?
Can't sleep?
No. That bed's awfully big without you
and your smoking-Hot ass.
That's funny, 'cause you never seem to have
much of a problem getting someone to share a bed with you.
Yeah, well, they ain't you, lady.
So what can I do for you?
That's easy. You just tell me that despite
all the seemingly shitty things I do, I'm still a good person.
Oh, my, you are having a dark night of the soul.
I'm just not liking myself very much lately,
and we're fresh out of booze.
Otherwise I'd sleeping like a drunk marmoset right now.
So what, you want me to hear your confession
and absolve you of all your sins?
That's kind of hard to do when I don't know
what you're up to out there.
You want me to give you the gory deets?
God, no.
I mean, that's the beauty of being so far away.
I don't need to listen to the gory deets anymore.
- But thank you. - Mm...
You make me feel better.
It's what I do.
Listen, much as I would love to soul search with you,
I need to go.
I get it. It's time to make the doughnuts, right?
You still love me?
Always.
That's the problem.
Gospel.
Have a good day.
Get some sleep, sinner.
And give that little rapscallion a kiss for me, okay?
Will do, bugaboo.
Top of the morning to you, Miss Robinson.
And you too, Mr. Moody.
And just so you know, I've been thinking about it,
and I don't think we can be friends anymore.
- Oh, really? That's too bad. - Not necessarily.
I'm not wearing any underwear.
Professor, would you mind terribly
if I audit your class this morning?
I was thinking you could probably
teach me a thing or two about life, love,
the pursuit of happiness.
I'm sorry I'm late, teach.
Hot date.
You know, up all night thinking about it.
Just keep on replaying it over and over and over
in my mind.
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