All language subtitles for Californication.S02E07

Previously on Californication...

- That's it! Big, stop the van!
- What?

Ovitz! Hit the bricks!
See you at the Oscars, pal.

I've been busting my nuts for weeks
just to get a meeting with Ronny Praeger.

You got Daisy the part!

I had to invest 100 grand in his movie.

You don't know me.
Hank Moody. I'm a writer.

I want to ask you a question
about Lew. Lew Ashby.

Call me "He who will kill you
if you touch his daughter."

- She's pretty awesome.
- She is.

That thirsty little nose of yours
is costing us some money.

You just put the bulk of our nest egg
into a movie called Vaginatown.

- What's wrong with Clittes?
- Coke dick.

We need a stunt cock.

You will get in there and drive Miss Daisy.

Did we get that?

I have many vices, my friend,
but jailbaiting ain't one of them.

Excuse me, gents.

All right, repeat after me. I will never...

"I will never..."

...ever...
- "...ever..."

...fuck Mia again.

"...fuck Mia again."

Thank you.

Jesus. Just saying it gets me wet.

Fuck you. Find somebody else
to pen your sordid fucking tale.

Don't leave. We got a good thing going. It's
been a long time since I had me a... friend.

Aw, shucks, I'm almost touched,

but you can't expect me to indulge
your every fucking depraved whim.

Jesus Christ. I just realised
what it must be like to live with me.

I really didn't think you were gonna be
such a fucking ninny about the whole thing.

A "ninny"?

Because I've had my share of the tang?

Because I have my own
sordid past to contend with?

No, because she told me
that you guys fucked.

Oh.

- Be that as it may...
- Repeat after me...

You got to get me out of this shit, Charlie.

I can't get you out of anything.
You signed a fucking contract.

Since when has that ever mattered?

It's either this or you do the adaptation
of Fucking And Punching.

Wait, sorry, I take that back.
I don't think I can get you that job.

I can't take it. The guy's gone Kurtz.
He needs a doctor, not a biographer.

No one said you had
to move in with the guy.

You never do anything halfway, do you?

- Says the man holding the plastic ass-gina.
- Hey.

What the fuck are we doing here, anyway?

Hello!

I'm edumacating myself
as to the various marketing opportunities

available to the young porn starlet.

- Holy shit. You really like this girl, huh?
- Yeah, of course I like her.

I like her in the kind, paternal way

any agent likes someone
whose career is in his hands.

How about the kind, paternal way in which
a boy likes to stick his pee-pee inside a girl?

- You like her that way too?
- I kind of did that already.

What?

Nigga, please!

I had to step in and stunt-cock. That's all.

"Stunt-cock"?

- Long story. You had to be there.
- Stunt-cock.

Holy shit, Johnny Wad.

How we gonna keep you down on the farm
now you've penetrated a porn star?

It was just the tip.
Just the tip, then I popped.

Naturally. Here's the deal.
This is what we've got to do.

You gotta go home and grab Cokey Smurf,
meet me at LAX.

We gotta get the hell out of town, palomino.

I mean, we are down the rabbit hole
and I'm afraid we ain't never coming back.

(Hank) Aargh! Oh!

- Oh, my God! Are you OK?
- Jesus Christ, lady!

- You came outta nowhere.
- You coulda killed me.

Looks like I'll have to get your name
for insurance purposes and whatnot.

Oh, my God. You're that asshole.
Why am I not surprised?

It saddens me to think
that in an internal dialogue about me,

I'm "that asshole"
and not "that handsome stranger"

or "that guy who made a mess of my bush."
Hank Moody.

- It's nice to see you again, Mrs...?
- Jones.

Jones?

Really? After all this intrigue,
that's kind of a letdown.

- Janie Jones.
- Oh, like the Clash song. That's fantastic.

I'm half-chubbed.

What if we forget this "vehicular
manslaughter" thing and I buy you a drink?

- Yeah, I don't think so.
- Hey... Whoa, whoa!

I thought the threat
of legal action was gonna do it,

but it looks like I'm gonna have to employ
my considerable powers of seduction.

- You ready?
- Oh, yeah.

I got nothing.
That's it. I'm out.

No, tomorrow night in Venice, Marat.

I'll be the one staring into
the bottomless pit of despair.

Get there early before I wet myself.

Oh, yeah!
(High-pitched) Nailed it!

Oh, that's right, I still got it.

OK. I shouldn't be telling you guys this,

but Becca is my absolute favourite.

Thank God! I thought you were gonna
come down on her for being a Satanist.

I think it's safe to say
that whole thing's just a phase.

It probably has something to do

with whatever might be
going on between you two.

I'm sorry. She made reference
to some changes at home.

Well, um... long story short, um...

we were together and now we're apart.

- Again.
- So, you're divorced?

- Not exactly.
- It's OK. I'm not judging.

You know, I'm divorced.
Pretty recently, actually.

- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Right on!

Hank. We were never married,
so the divorce thing is...

- I did ask. A number of times.
- Not the time or the place.

I gave her a ring. She gave it back.
I gave it to a homeless woman.

I'm sorry. That's so sad.

- It worked out for the homeless woman.
- None of that really matters right now.

What matters is that we're together
when it comes to raising Becca.

Not always. For instance, I want Becca
to be a lesbian when she grows up

and Karen just wants her to be happy.

That's ridiculous.
Like, you can't be both?

(Claps hands) A happy lesbian?

- Classy.
- Yeah, I know.

You'd think with all the money we spend
they could afford some proper glassware.

Shh.

Hey, have you seen Mia lately?

No. Why?
No more than usual.

- What does that mean?
- What does it mean?

I don't know.
What do you mean?

It's just I keep stopping by Bill's
to check on her and she's never home.

I know she likes to hang out
at Ashby's den of iniquity and so do you.

- I have seen her there.
- Right.

- Yeah. You know, once in a while, not often.
- Does she have a boyfriend?

I don't know. What is this, Sex And The City, girlfriend?
What's with the questions?

It's just, last time she came for dinner

she was asking me all these questions
about dating an older man,

and it was like she was
kind of asking my approval.

I hope you shut that shit down immediately.

No. I mean, why would I?

It's a perfectly valid life experience
if it's the right guy.

- Why would you say something like that?
- Why not?

- I dated one of my professors once.
- That's foul.

He was younger
than you are now, actually.

I'm nauseous, actually.

The sex was fantastic, actually.

- Now you're just trying to get my goat.
- Am I getting it?

Yes! Now, you'll only have yourself to blame
if this thing gets out of hand.

- What thing?
- This gross "older man" thing.

No. Well, I want you to keep an eye out.

I mean, make sure that she
doesn't go anywhere near Ashby.

That guy is such a fucking scumbag.

Well, he means well, you know?

That sounds familiar. Hmm.

- I got to go..."Phyllis."
- Goodbye.

You're ridiculous. OK, OK!

- Your hair smells good.
- Good.

It smells like lady hair.

Hey.

Hey yourself, Mrs P.

I just wanted you to know
I love your writing.

Quite possibly my four favourite words
in the English language.

Hits all the pleasure centres.

Positively rhapsodic.

I didn't think it was appropriate
to say it in front of your...

your ex-wife, lover, whatever...

Oh, God. I wish you had.
That woulda pissed her off.

- You like pissing her off, don't you?
- I do.

I like pissing off my ex too.

Cool. Is he watching?

Yeah, from the window.

Oh, well,
I'll make sure to use my good cock.

Just so you know, I'm on my period.

Not sure I needed a verbal on that but I care
very little about such things. I was in Nam.

God. My ex always cared.
He thought it was dirty.

Oh, it is dirty... in a good way.

Also, I haven't had time to trim the hedges
lately, if you know what I'm saying.

I do know, and, again, no worries.
I enjoy a generous thicket.

I got to tell you,

your feelings about periods and pubic hair
have just made me a bigger fan.

It's what I do.
Anything else you care to disclose?

I'm very excited about fucking you right now.

You are a chatty one, Mrs Patterson.

Baby. Baby!

Look who I found.

Daisy?
What happened? What's wrong?

She was sleeping outside in her fucking car!

I didn't want to bother you guys.
I didn't know where to go.

My fucking manager showed up
at my apartment and...

You have a manager?

You remember the guy who was
shooting the Slam Van stuff?

That smelly, sleazy fuck?
That's your manager?

No. You're my manager.
He's just a fucking scumbag.

And you didn't think
this was worth mentioning?

I was just scared
you wouldn't want to work with me.

And then everything just happened so fast.

- I'm really sorry.
- What does he want?

Money.
He wants to be bought out of his contract.

That's ridiculous.
Clients get poached all the time.

I put you in Vaginatown,
I get the commission.

- That's what I told him.
- What did he say?

He trashed my apartment
and ate all my food.

I'm just gonna crash in my car.

- I just really don't want to put you guys out.
- No, no. Don't be silly.

We'll make up the guest room.

Just get into bed, baby.

Mommy and Daddy will keep you safe.

- Marcy!
- What?

She's scared shitless.
Come on, Daise.

I'm too tired to freshen up
the fucking guest room.

Mama needs her sleep.

Oh, God.

That was exactly what I needed.

Good for you, lady.
Happy to protect and serve.

- Uh-oh.
- What?

I think I'm gonna cry.

Oh, dear. Don't do that.

No. It's not a bad thing. It's...

Coming makes me cry.
I mean, on occasion.

I get that.

I mean, sometimes, after I come
I want to... weep, you know?

But, usually, I just nap. You know?

You want me to hug you or...

comfort you in some...

fashion?

(Sobbing) No, that's nice of you to offer,
but it's not necessary.

OK.

- Where's the shitter in this joint?
- Down the stairs, to the right.

Damien?

Mr Moody?

You fucked my mom.

I fucked your mom?

I fucked your mom.

Did you hurt her?

(Ashby laughs)

Oh, no! You didn't?

- I can explain.
- Oh, no, you can't.

It's not what it looks like.
She wouldn't listen to reason.

I didn't see you put up much of a fight, lover.

You guys have got to stop this!
This is sick and wrong!

Sure. It's sick and wrong when he does it
but it's perfectly fine for you to fuck me.

Stop saying that out loud. It's not OK.
That's why we never did it again.

Never say never, Hankie.

I promise I'll never do it again.

You've already done it again three times!

Far more than that.

- Do you want Karen to find out about this?
- I don't know.

Do you want Karen to find out about this?

Finding out about this
could mean finding out about us,

which could very well mean
the death of hope, Hank.

Thank you.

What the fuck is this?

Kurt fucking Cobain...

played that.

Courtney gave it to me. I helped her
produce a demo, write some songs.

It's yours.

You're giving me Kurt Cobain's guitar
because you fucked Mia?

No. I'm giving you Kurt Cobain's guitar
because...

you're my only friend and I... let you down.

Take care of it.

I mean, you can put Becca
through college with that fucking thing.

Look...

You hungry?

You like crepes?
I got a new pan I want to try out.

That's what I'm gonna do,
I'm gonna make us some crepes.

Becca, it's not half as crazy as it sounds.

(Becca) Fuck you!

OK. But I think that your language
is perhaps a tad inappropriate.

It's fucking appropriate, all right.

Karen, will you cut me some slack here?

Do you see me fronting in any way?
I've admitted that I'm wrong, you know.

I don't think that...
You don't talk to your old man that way.

Oh, well, you do if he fucked
your boyfriend's mother.

I didn't know, OK?
And I don't like all this "boyfriend" talk.

Well, of course you didn't know.

How could you ever be expected
to know such a thing?

Yes. Yeah, you know what?
If you look at this thing in a certain light,

the whole mess can be viewed
as almost entirely your fault.

Hm.

Come on.

You didn't tell me about the boy
until the dinner party.

- How was I to know who his mother was?
- Well, if you were not so preoccupied

with sticking your dick
in any hole that will have you,

you might notice these things.

You kicked my dick out of the house.
You made my dick homeless.

Out of doors is a place
where penises don't generally fare well

- in the rain and the wind and all that...
- Hank, shut up!

My homeless dick
now must seek shelter from the storm

where and whence it can.

Did she say to you,
"Oh, Hank, I love your writing"?

You see that?
This is why we should be together.

- You just know my shit. It's perfect.
- It's why we shouldn't be together.

She needed a good cry.
She was lonely.

- What's the harm?
- The harm?

Well, the harm is right there, OK?
That is the harm. Big harm.

And the worst part is
she was defending you.

What do you mean?

He didn't break it off with her. He just said
you were a dick for sleeping with his mother.

That's legitimate.

But that did not sit well with her because
no one talks shit about her beloved father.

So, she broke it off with him.

Fuck.

(Door opens)

Don't you dare touch me.

Kurt Cobain played this guitar.

If you treat it right, you'll never have
to work another day in your life.

You can't buy your way out of this one.

Damien was right. You are a dick.

(Door slams)

- Uh! (Chuckles)
- Hey, Mrs Patterson. Is Damien home?

He's not here. He's at band practice.
Do you want to come in?

I don't think that would be such a great idea.

Don't let him scare you.
He's a good kid.

- He's just very protective of his mother.
- That's a good thing.

But we can't let our kids ruin a perfectly
excellent sexual chemistry, can we?

When you put it that way,
it sounds pretty fucking reasonable.

Can you write that down for me for later
in case I need to use it?

Old man,
I will go fucking medieval on your ass!

Settle down, Townshend.
I came here to talk to you, mano a mano.

- Damien!
- Come on.

Settle down, buddy.
What is it?

What can I do for you?
Let's figure this out. Come on.

(Mrs Patterson) Whoa, whoa, hey!

OK. Here we go.

Come on, man.
What can I do for you?

Nothing. There's nothing you can do.

You're dead to me
and Becca's totally dead to me.

Well, that's a crying shame
because she appears to be very fond of you.

- Really?
- Mm-hm.

What did she say?

Nothing that I could ever repeat
without vomiting.

Now, come on, what can we do?

Let's figure this out.

OK. First of all, repeat after me.

OK.

I will never...

"I will never..."

...ever...
- "...ever..."

...ever...

"...ever..."

...fuck my mom again.

"...fuck my mom again."

...fuck your mom again.

Boys, we don't have to be so quick to...

Fine. Whatever you want.

OK?

We good? Anything else?

What's up with the guitar?

- Ladies, I am home!
- If it isn't Mr Big Fucking Hollywood Agent.

Steal any fucking clients on the way here,
you bald motherfucker?

Is everybody OK here?

Yeah. I think it's called a "pimp go get".

You come into my house,

you push around a couple of girls.

You could have called, texted,
we work this out ourselves.

You poached my girl.
That skank, she belongs to me.

Sweetheart, put those fingers away.
Who knows where they've been?

Wait a second. I fucking do. In my ass.

- That was one time.
- One good time.

Hey, jerk-off,
you know what a fucking contract is?

- This is not a very good deal, Daisy.
- You think?

Bad news, you're connected
to Gilbert Gottfried here for life.

Good news,
this will never hold up in court, asshole.

Maybe not, Perry Mason, but guess what?

A lot of not-nice shit
can happen during that time.

You want to fucking take that chance?

You motherless cunt bastard!

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you!

OK, you know what?
That wasn't very nice at all.

That's my soy milk,
and I have serious dairy issues.

- I bet you do.
- I want you out of my house now.

And, you, please put my wife down.

I got no problem with that.
But Daisy, she's coming with me.

Sweetheart, come on. We've got a past.

You know that speculum series
we wanted to do?

I think the time is right.
Come on, honey. Let's make some porn!

- How much you want for her?
- She's not a fucking slave, Charlie!

You know what, pal? I believe in this girl!
Yeah. She is gonna be a huge star one day.

Vaginatown is just the beginning.

There will be much ruing of this day.

Ruing, right. Big fucking star.
Jenna fucking Jameson.

Wait a second.
There's fucking Chinese, Big. Nice!

Look. It's all gonna be OK. I'm gonna give
him some money from the emergency fund.

Oh, no, no. No, no, no, baby.

Baby, you said it yourself, she's family, OK?

And that's what the money's for -
emergencies.

- I can't let you do this.
- What's the alternative?

You go back, next thing you know,

you're starring in your own line
of gynaecological training films.

- Not on my watch.
- OK. Baby. Baby!

- Maybe you should write him a cheque.
- I will give him wh...

All of it?

You spent all of it?

That was my med money, baby.

Pleasure doing business with you,
Captain Jackass! (Laughs)

I love that car.

I'm sorry, Daddy.

I don't know what happened to me.

You're going to your mother's.

But going to my mother's
makes me want to do drugs!

- A lot of 'em!
- I don't want to hear it.

It's a good place for you to chill out.

Whatever you say, Daddy.

I'll help you knock this monkey
off your back, baby.

If you let me.

Where are we going?

Nowhere. Just going for a walk.

No one walks in LA.

We do. Always have, always will.

We're New Yorkers.

There is no "always", there's just right now.

You don't like me very much right now,
do you?

No. I don't.

You know, I know I say this too much,
all the time, probably, but...

I was wrong to do what I did

and I was wrong to be so glib
about trying to fix it.

There is no right or wrong, Dad,

just the consequences of your actions.

You taught me that.

I guess I don't like the consequences
of my actions very much right now.

Yeah. Me neither.

So, uh...

What is it that you like so much
about this boy?

I don't know.

Come on.
It's got to be something.

Use your words.

He's really smart.

Let's not go crazy.

And he makes me feel pretty.

Well, that you are.
You're very pretty. You're beautiful.

- Shut up. I'm not beautiful.
- Don't say that. Look...

Don't ever say that. You are beautiful. You're
the most beautiful thing in the world to me.

Then treat me that way.

I'm always on your side, Dad, always.

Even when I shouldn't be.
But I'm sick of it.

Get your shit together before it's too late.

I don't care if you and Mom
never say another kind word to each other,

but I'm sick and tired of parenting you both.

I'm a fucking kid!
I don't know what I'm doing half the time.

But I do know this - if you keep
cracking jokes and taking another drink

and pretending that life
is one big, stupid party,

you will miss everything.

(Damien) Becca!

You have fun, OK?

Not too much fun.

Hey, Damien.

I might take you to the guitar centre
and get you something cooler than that.

- That's...
- No, man. This guitar is awesome.

It's like... It's like something Cobain
would have played.

Awesome.

Have fun, honey.

May I have another, please?

I don't think so.

Really? Am I that sloshed?

No. But if I'm gonna take you home with me,
I don't want you to be at... half-mast.

Oh.

I'm so flattered. I just don't think I'd be
very good company for anybody tonight.

Why not? I've heard good things.

No, I am very agreeable.

And you are nothing
if not a beautiful barmaid.

I've just got a little too much
of my daughter's voice

running around in my head right now
to be good company for anybody.

That's not as creepy as it sounds, either.

Honestly.

So, tonight,
I think you're just gonna have to settle for...

The tip!
Just the tip!

Get it? Got it? Good.

Good night, Hank.

Good night, beautiful barmaid.

Am I too late?

Did you already wet yourself?

So, what are we drinking?

(♪ The Clash: Janie Jones)

♪ He's in love with getting stoned, whoa

♪ He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa

♪ He don't like his boring job, no

♪ He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa

♪ He's in love with getting stoned, whoa

♪ He's in love with Janie Jones, whoa

♪ He don't like his boring job, no

♪ And he knows what he got to do

♪ He knows he's gonna have fun with you

♪ You lucky lady!

♪ And he knows when the evening comes

♪ When his job is done

♪ He'll be over in his car for you

♪ He's in love with rock'n'roll, whoa

♪ He's in love with getting stoned, whoa