All language subtitles for Californication S06E11 The Abby (1080p BluRay x265 BugsFunny)

Previously on Californication...

I want some fucking girls
and some fucking drugs.

Drugs.

I've decided to go abroad
for an indeterminate amount of time.

I want to make a literary pilgrimage.

How did you even know
where I was just now?

I tracked your iPhone.

That's really fuckin' weird, Ophelia.

You know chlorine kills 99.9%
of the sperm, right?

Fine. I'll get a condom.

- Hank! What's up?
- Hey, man.

I want you to meet Gabriel.

You were getting sucked off
by your sponsor.

Our daughter wants to go
on a literary pilgrimage.

And what kind of malignant
fucking asshole

wouldn't indulge
that sort of behaviour?

I think we should let her go.

What are you gonna do?
You gonna slap me again?

Woman, you are a fucking fruitcake!

Oh, my God! Ophelia!

I had to create Atticus Fetch.

And now I have to kill him
before he kills me.

That doesn't make any sense.

Well, that was a short-lived
mid-life career change.

We're foreplaying here, Charlie.

Not any more.

Charlie Runkle,

more irritating than shit on a shoe.

Atticus has quit the business.

Yay!

His wife is divorcing him.

He's pulling out of the musical.

He's cancelling his world tour.

Bummer.
Both of those disappointed fans.

Fuck the fans, Hank.

This is gonna cost him
tens of millions of dollars.

But no, no, no.

He wants to concentrate
on his sobriety

and enlightenment.

He's at fucking Happy Endings!

- Listen, do you think maybe...
- No, Charlie.

You don't even know
what I'm about to say.

You were gonna ask me
to go talk to him for you.

- Would you, Hank, please?
- No, can't do it. Won't do it.

Of course he will. We'll talk to him.

What the... Why, woman?

Because Happy Endings is no place

for anyone's sobriety
or enlightenment.

That's what I said, and you nagged me
for being negative.

Well, who's being negative now?

I'm not sure.

Atticus Fetch made some great fucking
music at one time.

And if you were great once,

you can be great again.

Come on.

Let's help this phoenix
rise from the ashes.

It'll be so much fun.

I promise.

Oh, God!

I feel so inspired.

I'm gonna go jerk off.

- Run, save yourself.
- Come on.

That shit'll stain your ears.

I can't unhear that kind of shit.

Quiet, please.

- I'm in the gap.
- That's cool.

Can you pick me up a polo
and a pair of chinos?

I'll pay you back.

The gap is the space
between my thoughts, Hank.

So you're forgoing
millions of quatloos

to explore your mental taint?

I don't wanna make music any more.

What's the fucking point, really?

I just want to...

I just want to garden.

How are you gonna keep
Air Force 69 in the sky

gardening?

I'll fly coach. Business.

That is, if I fly at all any more.

I don't see why I
would ever leave this place.

What about the fans?

What fans?

You said it yourself, Hank.
I'm a fuckin' dinosaur.

Yeah, but dinosaurs are cool.

You've seen a Velociraptor, right?

It's pretty bad-ass.

Atticus...

You're one of the most iconic artists
in rock history.

You're just going
through a blue period.

I appreciate it, dear girl.

But I should've done the world
a favour and died young.

Flash him.

I'm sorry, I find no joy in
objectifying women any more.

It's not fun, and it's not funny.

This is worse than I thought.

Your tits are powerless.

You're upsetting him.

What are you talking about?
The guy's practically lobotomised.

I said that you could visit with him,
but you're getting him all riled up.

He's very fragile right now.

Which is the perfect time
for you to swoop in

and get all blowjobby with him.

You should thank me.

Speaking of such things, do you have
any idea where Richard is?

- Didn't you go to Fist?
- I did, yes.

And they said that he
doesn't work there any more.

Nice place, huh?

Like Disneyland.

You're a complicated individual,
aren't you?

The heart wants, Hank.

- Gabriel?
- Yes?

This encounter has left me feeling

like I'd really like
to use some drugs right now.

Well, Hank has that effect on people.

Let's talk about it in my office.

Leave, now.

You gotta quit cogitating, bitch.

Becca is gonna be fine.

Road trip is a rite of passage.

You gotta have a little faith
in the girl.

Don't say that word, "Faith."

Jesus, trouble walking.

Look away. Look away. Look away.

Ladies?

Ophelia.

What's up, crazy?

I would like to invite you to
my house for lunch.

Oh, God! You know what?

I gotta help my daughter.

She's going on a road trip.

Yeah, I wasn't inviting you, Karen.

OK.

- What...
- Good luck.

- It's like that?
- Yeah, I think...

Yeah.

I have never been able to penetrate

that woman's dysfunctional
relationship to men.

She is just a lost cause.

But you...

You

are still impressionable.

And I owe you a big apology.

Hey, you know what? Just...

Let's forgive and forget.

Please, Marcy.

I really wanna make it up to you.

You know, I don't wanna
leave it like this.

I really don't, please.

Pretty please?

I know where you live, Marcy.

That's why it's so important
to live first.

Write later.

Pen, paper, laptop,
that shit doesn't matter.

The only tool you need is right here

between your legs.

Use it every chance you get.

Do not deny yourselves, children.

Follow every instinct,

then sit down and write about it.

But do not get up
until you expose yourself.

Thank you, children.

Thank you. Go forth.

- Batesy!
- Oh, my God, Hank!

- Thank you for that. That was lovely.
- Wow.

Batesy, this is Faith.

Faith, what a beauty you are.

- He's very friendly, super handsy.
- He's a friendly boy.

Look at you two. Look at you two.

Dr Kinsey would be very confused

by my metre reading right now.

That's a compliment.

These are my teaching assistants

Rodrigo and Gabriela.

You know, give us a moment,
kittens, go warm the bed.

Unless, of course,
you two care to join us.

- No!
- Rain check, yeah.

We have no time
for your pansexual shenanigans.

- Time crunch.
- We have a favour to ask, though.

Anything, you know that.

We need to sneak some drugs
into rehab.

That sounds fun. How can I help?

You can distract Gabriel.

Gabriel, oh, my gosh, that dear boy.

That does sound like an adventure.
Let's do it.

Listen, once again, Marcy,
I apologise.

My behaviour was childish

and uncalled for.

You know what, man? It's OK.

There was no permanent damage.

And at the very least, it was funny

watching Runks piss himself, right?

Marcy?

I have a confession to make.

I'm scared.

Don't be.

If you could look into my heart
right now?

If you could see
the expansive feelings

that I have for you?

You wouldn't be afraid.

Well, when you put it that way,

I think I'd be fuckin' terrified.

Don't you dare belittle me!

OK, you know,

probably time for me to go, Ophelia.

- Wait, don't.
- Thanks for the grub.

Please. Please, don't.

I'm sorry, Ophelia,

but you're just
a wee bit too intense for me.

I know, I know.

It's this lifestyle
that I've chosen for myself.

I'm so lonely.

Well, I hate to say it, Ophelia,

but methinks you need to get laid.

I think you're right.

Well, that's so great.

Let me set you up with someone.

What about Stu?

Dude's a sweetheart,

and he's hung like a fuckin' hog.

And he's got big balls.

Marcy, that is disgusting!

And he cheated on you.

Yeah, he cheated on me, not you.

You are not getting the point.

I want you.

OK. OK.

So you are a dyke.

Why didn't you say so?
I am totally cool with that shit.

I'm not a lesbian, Marcy.

I just love you.

Fucksticks.

I want you to be my first, Marcy.

Aside from the Puerto Rican
who fouled my anus

when I was 23.

OK, that's

really flattering, Ophelia.

And I've been with women.

And that can be really hot
and everything,

but I just don't think that you and me

have that kind of chemistry.

Well, that's disappointing.

So, you'll just spread your legs

for every snake in the garden,

but you won't even consider

my precious flower?

Yeah, pretty much.

Sorry.

Wait, Marcy, it's fine, it's fine.
It's fine.

I understand.

You do?

I'm glad. OK.

OK, so, thank you for coming.

OK.

And let's do this again.

Sure.

Thank you.

I've got you, my darling.

For God's sake,
put them in the right order this time.

Red, pink, red, pink.

And you can just bend over,

and you can plant those impatiens.

That's great.

Maybe pull some of those weeds out...

No, no, no, you need to leave now.

You are endangering
the sober happiness

of everyone... Richard!

Gabriel, my dear boy.

I feel like a child on
Christmas morning.

Thank you so much, Hank!

You're welcome, Gaby baby.

We just need to go talk
to Atticus for a minute.

- Yeah, sure, do whatever you want.
- Thank you.

Come to papa.

Come to papa.

Yes.

It's been too long, my friend.

Now what?

Hank!

Hello, rapist. We meet again.

Hey!

Feed me some fucking inches, dude,

right fucking now.

Tweaker chick, be cool.

What are you looking at, skank, huh?

You think you're better than me?

No, no, not better, just different.

I'll poke your eyes out and do
a puppet show with your balls, bitch.

That's sweet.

Your mother sucks cocks in hell.

I love you.

We'd like to speak with you privately.

Anything you have to say to me

can be said in front of the group.

These people are my friends,

fellow soldiers in the war
against substance abuse.

Not this.

Then I'm afraid you won't
be talking to me today.

Get off of me, you fucking fucks!

- Stop, wait.
- This is so mean.

Why are you doing this to me?

What happened to you, man?

You used to be decadence incarnate.

Yeah, well, look where that got me.

My immortal beloved left me.

No, she left you
because you wouldn't stop

fucking other women.

The drugs made me do it!

No, the drugs did not make you do it.

You made you do it.

Me made me do that.

Me made me do it.

Atticus, there is nothing wrong

with a little recreational
occasional drug use

or fucking anyone that wants
to fuck you right back.

You are a rock star.

You deserve it and more.

You have my attention.

I've looked up to you
for years, Atticus.

I'm quite possibly your biggest fan.

In fact, I was just about
to hit the road

and follow you from show to show.

This is not just about me.

Think of all the fans out there.

We have tickets to your shows,

and we've been staying up late
every night,

wondering what it'll be like
to see you live.

What song will he open with?

What will the stage look like?

Well, I'm opening for Marilyn Manson,

so it won't be as elaborate as usual.

Hey, that's a killer double bill.

Technically we're co-headlining.

But he closes the show every night,

which makes him the headliner.

I remember when that
cocky teabagging motherfucker

opened for me.

Use this as an opportunity

to show these kids how it's done.

Don't be a fucking quitter.

It's unbecoming.

Call it a comeback.

Child.

Tell me, what song
would you like me to open with?

What would please you,
sweet, sweet child?

Step and Fetch it.

Step and Fetch it.

Well, obviously.

- Obviously!
- Obviously!

Come on. That's a no-brainer.

You guys are making
a lot of sense right now.

I'm not sure if I'm ready to sacrifice

my hard-won sobriety just yet,

but we should talk further.

Over a glass of wine.

What is it, pig?

- Is Marcy here?
- No.

Are you sure? Because...

She was here. She was, OK?

She left 10 minutes ago.

OK, well...

Her car is still here.

OK, I give up.

I'm done lying.

Come in.

You're not gonna
tase me again, are you?

No, of course not.

What is it?
I'm in the middle of something.

You have to see this
for yourself, sir.

Can't imagine what the commotion is.

Jesus on the Mount!
Somebody call the police!

Nonsense, son.

When in Rome.

Come on, Gaby baby,

all the cool kids are doing it.

Hello.

It's the right thing to do, Gabriel.

Just treat yourself.

You've been a good boy, kitten.

You've been a very good boy.

Take a bite out of that peach.

Let the juice dribble down your chin.

Come on.

Boys and girls, meet Ginger.

Ginger!

Eat my peach, blow on my dice!

Marcy?

Marcy, are you OK?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

It's just I'm really pissed
at that crazy bitch.

That tasing shit really fuckin' hurts.

I know, right? This is my third time.

- Thanks for coming to get me, Runks.
- Of course.

I got your text.

I really freaked out.

Well, I guess with all this time

and all the punani in between,

you still love me, huh?

Yes, I do. Very much so.

And I guess I still love you,
you dumb fuck.

Whoa, stop the clock! You do?

After we called it quits,

things got all weird and pear-shaped.

And then I took that crazy
fucking detour with Stu.

And we had some good times,

but nothing felt right ever since.

That's exactly how I feel.

And you're right, you know?
It was fun.

Because, man, I mean,
some of the sex that I've had...

Don't! Don't!
Don't press your luck, Charlie.

Right, sorry.

And this little piggy had none!

No! No! No!

Ophelia!

Why the fuck did you chain me up

next to this fucking worm?

You know that I hate his fucking guts.

Marcy, that's the spirit!

You know what?
I was gonna fuckin' chop off

his pathetic, little
fuckin' excuse for a penis

and feed it to my cats.

But maybe you should do it.

Yeah, maybe I should.

I'll cut it off. I'll eat it myself.

- OK?
- I got a better idea.

Let's make soup out of it.

- Fuck yeah, cock soup!
- Yeah.

- Yeah, OK.
- Yeah, OK.

OK, OK.

- There you go.
- Yeah, OK.

That's great. That's really

good!

I'm not gonna cut his dick off,

you crazy bitch.

And being a fucking feminist

is not about castrating men,
you kooky cunt.

It's about learning to coexist

with these dumb fucks.

And sucking a dick
every once in a while

is not about surrendering
your fuckin' she-ness!

Which isn't even a word.

And your books are unreadable.

That was a very
beautiful speech, Marcy.

You're a very
strong and beautiful woman.

And you should be fuckin' lucky

you made any cash off of them at all.

Fuck!

That fuckin' hurts!

Damn it!

Jesus, that was fun.

- Oh, my God.
- Can I try?

- No!
- What?

OK, just once.
We don't wanna kill her.

Just do one more.

OK!

- That is a lot of fun.
- It worked.

- I'm gonna do it one more time.
- On the toe.

I don't know.

What happened to you guys?

Ophelia Robins chained me

to a radiator in my prannies.

- Excellent, continue.
- What?

And then Runks rescued me,
kinda, sorta.

That is so romantic.

- My man.
- I know, right?

And we're getting married!

- No!
- The Runkles!

- Well, remarried.
- No, you're not.

I need you on tour with me,
you motherfucker.

- I thought the tour was off.
- Not any more.

I'm back on drugs,
and I'm better than ever.

Yeah, he is!

I don't know what the fuck
I was thinking.

So I will take a day off
to get remarried.

No.
I'll tell you what I will do, though,

for both of you,

I'll fuckin' marry you fuckers.

On the stage at The Greek!

I'm a licensed minister.

Of course you are.

What do you think?

Fuck, yeah! Why not?

And then you can bring
your spunky, little fuck-bunny

up on the road with us,
and I can finish eating

that chocolate bar out of
her sweet, little, girly bits.

- OK.
- It's good to be the king!

- You guys are coming, right?
- What?

On tour.

We gotta keep writing this musical.

I write incredibly well on tour.

I find it inspiring.

Sounds like an adventure.

Think about it, and then say "Yes."

I'm gonna go to bed and show
this dedicated fan girl

what it's like to be penetrated
by a ginger god.

No, you are gonna see what it's like

to get raped by a tweaker!

- Watch that, shit's intense.
- Holy shit.

One of us is gonna bleed tonight,

and it ain't gonna be me.

I can hardly wait.

I'm gonna miss you, squirt.

I'll miss you too, Dad.

- But it's time to go.
- Yeah.

I need a change of scenery.

I know that feeling.

So hit the road.

What's keeping you?

The truth?

I guess I'm always hoping
that your mom

will take me back,
give me another chance.

Maybe that's your problem, Dad.

You see it as winning her back.

But there's no winning in this game.

You're not some white knight
on a steed.

She's not some fairy tale princess.

She's just as fucked up as you are.

And just as incredible.

You know what's funny?

What?

You talk a good game about living,

loving, and fucking and fighting,

but this whole time,

I've only seen you with that guy.

Troll doll.

Yeah, I can't seem to scrape him
off my shoe.

That's like the beginning

to every great love story I know.

He's one of the good guys, Dad.

He told me he loved me last night.

Of course he did.

What took him so long?

Does she have any allergies
I should know about?

Penicillin and lameness.

I know I've failed to make
an excellent impression on you, sir.

Yeah.

But I really do enjoy your daughter.

I'm sorry. "Enjoy" sounds dirty.

And I do enjoy her in that way,
you know, like, sexually.

No. No, no, no.

But I'm really talking
about the other way, you know?

Like, I love her brain.

She's better than me,
and smarter than me.

And I'd like to support
and nurture that

for as long as she'll let me.

Sorry, I guess this is just
my long-winded way of saying

I'll take very good care
of your daughter, sir.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

You better, or I'll rip
that stupid fucking hair

right out of your head.

I'm so proud of you.

Don't stand still.

Keep moving.

You wanna take a walk?

No.

I just wanna go back
to my empty nest and cry.

- You want company?
- No.

I think I need a solo cry.

That sounds kinda
like code for rubbin' one out.

I'm sorry, I'm just
trying to keep it light.

I just can't believe she's gone.

She's not really gone, Karen.

She wants to be a writer,

which means she's gonna be unemployed

for the next decade.

And then she's gonna have
to move back home

with one of us, preferably you.

Good.

Watching her go,
I don't know, it kinda...

It kind of feels like
the end of something.

It makes you wonder.

About?

If she was the only thing

that was still keeping us together.