All language subtitles for Californication S06E04 [1080p] [x265] [pseudo]

Previously on Californication:

I will love you till the end of time,
but I can no longer be your husband.

- It's such a fucking relief!
- I know, right? It's fucking liberating!

- I'm dropping out of school.
- Oh, no, you're not.

- I want to be a writer.
- Why?

Being a writer sucks.

I really thought
you'd be more supportive.

I want an agent who understands
what I'm going through...

both as an artist and as a gay man.

I want a gay-gent.

We were in such a great place
that night.

And if we stand any chance
of getting back there...

you have to pull your shit together.

Well, I really
loved your book, Ophelia.

Good for you, Marcy.

You don't need a man to be happy.

Did you sign Robbie Mac?

Yeah, I wasn't sure
if it was gonna stick.

Well, it stuck, all right.
It's on Deadline.

Do you know that fucker?

This fucker is supposed
to be in rehab right now!

It appears that I have had a relapse.

I got to get myself
back to rehab posthaste.

Do you think maybe
you can give me a ride?

Here's to your
semi-successful rehab stint.

Cheers. And here's
to my cock-happy gay-gent.

It's a better life, Hank.

The gays, they got it all figured out.

Especially when it comes to sex.

They want to get laid, they just do it.

They act on their impulses.
No guilt, no shame.

Heterosexuality should get
on bended knee, take a lesson.

- I'll bring it up at the next board meeting.
- It's good to have you back, buddy!

It's good to be back.

So...

What's next?

I got something in mind.

I don't know if it's a novel.
I don't know if it's a short story.

Definitely a character.
I met this woman in rehab...

Definitely a character.
I met this woman in rehab...

Yeah, yeah,
that all sounds great, but...

Yep, yep, yep. You see it coming.

I got an offer for you!

And I pass.

- What, you pass?
- Yeah.

What the fuck?

I'm gonna write on spec
for a while, Charlie, okay?

No Hollywood fingers
in my sweet, little cornhole.

Why would you work for free
when I can get you a major payday?

Don't you need one?

You just dropped major ducats on rehab.

Well, yeah, sure,
paydays are always nice. Yeah.

- What if it was a quick assignment?
- They never are.

What if it was a remake of Cruising?

Come on, Billy Friedkin, AI Pacino.

And so it begins.

I got it cued up
for you here, okay?

- Charlie.
- Look, no, no, no.

You just need to sit down and relax.

I got the popcorn. I got the Red Vines.

I don't feel like
screening a movie with you.

I wanna see Karen, check
on the state of our union.

Well, you got homework to do, man.
Got a big Hollywood meeting tomorrow.

It's gonna be amazing, Hank.
Nothing to be nervous about.

- I'm not nervous.
- Good.

- Are you?
- No, no, no.

Totally sanguine.
I'm the sanguinator.

Well, you're sweating through that
cheap, ugly suit of yours.

I know, I know.

This could be big and I can't get Robbie
on the phone. He's supposed to be here.

It's fine. I'm sure he's just out
somewhere, you know...

- Sucking a dick somewhere.
- Jeez, Charlie.

That's a little... something,
don't you think?

Hank, the guy sucks a whole
bag of dicks before breakfast.

A whole bag? That's a lot of protein.
I hope he eats a light breakfast.

- Or maybe throw some veggies in there.
- I'm not nervous.

- Ali's a huge fan.
- Ali?

- Yeah. Ali Andrews.
- Charlie...

- A huge fan of you in particular.
- Ali Andrews was the executive...

on Crazy Little Thing Called Love. She
came on to me. I rebuffed her advances.

She fired me, had me rewritten.

- Any of this sound familiar?
- Vaguely.

- How do you forget this shit?
- It's all coming back to me now.

You've burned a lot of bridges.

All the people you've pissed off,
they move around a lot.

Hank, she's running the studio now.

Charlie. Hank.

- Ali.
- So lovely to see you. Come on in.

Ali Andrews, one of the
most successful women in Hollywood.

Lucky 7 on the 30 under 30,
congrats on that.

- Where's your client?
- He'll be here any minute.

You all are in for a real treat too.

- He is stunningly handsome.
- Well, he's a movie star.

Of course he's stunning.
But is he clean?

Immaculate. He's so clean,
you could eat off of him.

Yeah, I heard that
was your thing now, right?

- I always had a feeling.
- Me too.

So, Hank, tell me a story.

- You've seen the original?
- I have. Brilliant.

Why's everything always
"brilliant" with you?

Why can't anything be
just good or okay?

But I... I digress.

- You've seen the original. That's my story.
- Well, how do you plan to update it?

- I mean, what's your take?
- My take?

My take is I'll take it.
I'll take it, make it my own.

Oh, I get it. You know, story's really
never been your thing, right?

You're all about voice and attitude.

Lots of talk, no action.

Oh, okay.

So we both know what this is about.

- We do?
- Yes. And if you're still...

- ...wanting to make shit happen, I'm down.
- You're kidding me.

I was in a loving, monogamous
relationship at the time.

Now not so much. It's still loving, but
we can't get back on the physical plane...

which sucks, but it affords
me certain freedoms.

I wish you were this
imaginative in your writing.

I think it would clear the air, right?

You're obviously a woman that's
used to getting what she wants, you know.

I'm the guy that said "No, thanks"
to your fleshy goodness...

which makes me the one that got away.
You've put me up on this pedestal...

built of bitterness and regret.

This is exciting.

The sexual tension, it's thick.

I mean, you could
cut it with a knife...

and spread it on some crostini.

Why don't you two get the fuck out of
my office? I have a studio to run.

Who wants to remake a classic
fucking movie from the '70s?

It came out in '80, actually.

Quiet, writer.

A man who shall remain nameless...

came out recently.

He came out in a big,
brave, showy way.

Then he brought me this movie.

Now, at first, I thought:

"Who gives a fuck
about anonymous gay men...

punishing each other's assholes
in dark, dank leather bars?"

Then I thought, "This guy does."

Three months in dingy gay bars...

and I get paid for it too?
Where the fuck do I sign?

So what do you say, handsome?

- You seen the original?
- Oh, yes.

- Fucking brilliant!
- Turn that shit up.

Oh, no.

Sold it, in the room.
Totally fucking brilliant.

- Settle down, Judy Garland.
- You guys should come celebrate tonight.

Fists. Santa Monica and Robertson.
Be there.

You're going to Fist.
I got a thing over at Prolapsed Rectum.

- You know, it's in Silver Lake.
- Be there, writer...

- ...or be off the project.
- He'll be there, Robbie.

Sure thing.

Just got to get my assless chaps
out of storage.

- He is something, ain't he?
- You better be careful...

or else some part of him
is gonna end up in some part of you.

- Why you wanna rain on my gay parade?
- It's gonna rain, Charlie.

It's gonna rain big buckets
of smooth, creamy man-cake batter.

I hope you have your umbrella.

Gosh, Marcy, thank you
so much for fitting me in.

Are you kidding me?
This is my pure pleasure.

And by the way, this rip's
on the house, my treat.

Don't be ridiculous.

- You come highly recommended.
- That's nice.

I mean, I am the shit when it comes
to making pussies pretty...

but your writing
means too much to me.

- This shit is gratis.
- Thank you, that's very sweet.

Can I tell you something?

And trust me,
it's gonna sound freaky.

You can tell me anything.

Okay, I've seen a lot of vajay
in my day...

but yours is simply stunning.

It took a while
to hack through all this brush...

but once I got there, wow.

Thank you.

Honestly, it's like it's glowing.

- You know what it is?
- No.

But please tell me, because mine
looks like day-old deli meat.

It is untouched by man.

But... I mean, do you...?
How do you...? Do you...?

What? Oh, how do
I take care of myself?

Marcy, I do exactly that.

I take care of myself.

I don't need a fucking man
to make me come.

I come all the time.

I just came right now.

- Seriously, you just did?
- No, I'm just kidding.

But I found a better way.

If you withhold, you gain power.

That is some heady shit, Ophelia.

So, instead of putting my head
in some man's lap...

I put my nose in a book,
and I never looked up.

And guess what.
All my dreams came true.

Are you sure you don't
just like munching box?

I love women, but not like that.

I'd rather be alone.

Alone with my first editions
and my hummus.

- I love hummus.
- What about children?

Disgusting little creatures.

Church.

Oh, boy!

All right, one drink, Hank.
That's it, I promise.

I can stay all night.

I feel like Indiana Jones and
The Temple of the Greased Fist.

Runkle!

- Some people I want you to meet!
- Going in!

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

What are you drinking?

- Batesy!
- Hank!

- The fuck are you doing here?
- What's it look like I'm doing?

Research. Got a new book
in the works.

Question is, what are
you doing here, kitten?

- Oh, Charlie's gay now.
- Now?

Let me tell you, that scrumptious little
macaroon was born with balls on his chin.

- How's Karen?
- She's good.

She's shacking up with Marcy.

- Not in that way.
- Well, I'm confused.

Why's she not shacked up
with you in that way?

I'm equally confused.

I guess we're just heroes
of bad timing.

- Going to Becca's thing tonight?
- What Becca's thing?

- How do you know about Becca's thing?
- We keep in touch.

She always asks me questions
about writing. So cute.

She's fantastic, Hank.

- She never asks me about writing.
- Well, that could be one of two things.

She recognizes who the real writer is...

or she's not ready
to let you in yet, Hank.

Come on, it's got to be tough on
the poor gal. Wants to be a writer.

Her dad's, you know,
reasonably good at it.

"Reasonably"?

It's okay. You're still young.

You want to be one
of the greats...

you'll have to park your ass in
that chair and bleed on the motherfucker.

- Thanks for the gross tip, prof.
- Okay. Listen, I gotta get back to work.

- Lot of thirsty boys.
- You're a good man, Gunga Din.

- Yes, tipping is permitted.
- Oh, really?

Take your time, sugar.

There he is.

Abbott's Habit. It's in Venice.

I think she goes on
around 11 or so.

- Thanks, Batesy.
- Love you!

Hey, writer.

Wait a minute.

Oh, you're real.

I thought you were a mirage,
but you smell of perfume...

and lady-ness.

- What are you doing here?
- Robbie invited us...

- ...to celebrate.
- Hey, hey, hey, everybody.

Bis. gay party at Runkle's!

Let's go!

Hop on, Runkle.
You're coming with me.

Wrap your legs around
this steel, bitch, let's go.

Get on it.

Yes.

- You're wrong, Karen.
- What?

You're wrong. Men are the enemy.

"Menemy" mine. "Menenemy."

- "Menemy" mine!
- Oh, I like that.

That is good, Marcy. Yes, I love that.

That is the title of my next book.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

The Menemy, by Ophelia Robins.

How men devastate your vagina...

and suck out your will to live.

- Jesus.
- Catchy.

You think my utter hatred of men...

- ...is very extreme, don't you?
- I don't.

I do. Yeah, I do.

Well, let me ask you this, Karen.

Where exactly has
the princess myth gotten you?

Far as I can tell, everyone you've been
with has grown tired of fucking you...

and wandered off into the tits
and pussy of someone else.

Not Bill.

You got tired of boning Bill,
went back to Hank.

- Then Bates got all chicken hawk on you.
- Okay, you don't need to...

- I was just getting the history straight.
- Karen, you have got to work on yourself.

You need to just get away...

from this fairy-tale,
happy-ending fantasy...

and focus on the now.

I mean, who are you?

What makes you happy?

That's what I'm doing
right now. That is it.

No, you're not. You're fighting me.
You're a sophisticated, intelligent woman.

Why have you spent
so much time with boys?

Boys are fun.

Were you molested as a child?

- No.
- You know what?

Seriously, I was. I think I was.

My crazy Uncle Andy used to walk
around the house bottomless...

when he babysat us.

Is that...? Does that count?

Yes, of course it counts, Marcy.

The penis is not only
a disgusting appendage...

it is also a deadly weapon.

And in my new book,
the one you just titled...

I advocate the use of a cock cage.

It's like a male chastity device.

And I honestly, I really think
it should be...

What is that?
We didn't order those.

These are courtesy
of the gentlemen over there.

- Oh, that's so sweet.
- Oh, snap.

- Oh, how dare they?
- Thank you.

Still got it.

- Ladies.
- Hi.

- Hey.
- Hello, boys.

Yes, we are ladies.

And we appreciate your interest...

but this overture was ill-conceived...

and amateurishly executed.

So, if you buy us enough of these...

we're just supposed to spread our legs
and suck your dirty cocks.

Is that the deal? That's the deal?
That's the implied contract.

That wouldn't be the worst way
to end an evening.

Well, I guess not.

But what about the morning after...

when we wake up
with savage morning breath...

and really bad gas from all
this beautiful stinky cheese?

Will your morning wood last
through our explosive diarrhea?

Will your love see us through
our hormonal fluctuations...

perimenopause, and total
ovarian shutdown?

Because we're women, guys.

And we fucking age.

We don't remain eager
little fuck toys forever.

So how about it?

You still wanna buy us a drink?
What do you mean, "no"?

Something I said? What happened?

You don't want...?
Can I have your number?

What, you going back to
your mommies, you fucking infants?

That was incredible, Marcy.

You just took ownership
of your she-ness.

- That was just...
- Sweating. Thank you.

- That's not even a word.
- Thank you.

It is a word. It was the title
of my first book.

All right, who is up for dessert?

Rachel has a big crush on Charlie.

- Why?
- He's cute.

You know, he is cute.

I give the guy a lot of shit,
but he's pretty fucking adorable.

You know, in a walking
life-size penis kind of a way...

like a Pez dispenser.

It's too bad he's a 'mo.

Oh, he's no 'mo.

- He's not?
- No, he's just pretending.

Wanted to sign the Mac Attack.

The man does what he has to do.
He's a fucking closer, my boy.

Tell him you dig his steeze.

He'll be so chuffed,
he'll probably come in his pants.

Stand back a few feet.
Seriously, keep your hands up.

- Charlie, I want to thank you.
- You are welcome.

I was coming out of rehab
and you took me into your loving arms.

- I've never felt so protected.
- That's what I do, Robbie.

I'm so glad I let you service me.

I'm happy to be servicing you.

I think we should make love.

- What?
- We should fuck...

once at the very least.

- Why?
- Because there's tension here.

You're obviously attracted to me...

and while I'm not
physically attracted to you...

I do feel enormously grateful...

which can be even hotter sometimes.

You should blow me
for a while...

and then I could finish up
in that cute, doughy butt of yours.

What do you say? No.

Think about it.

I'll be back.

Charlie.

I know your secret, Charlie.

You do?

- I know you're just pretending.
- I am?

- I am.
- Yeah.

I just wanted you to know...

that I have always
had a crush on you.

I temped on your desk years back,
and I thought about telling you...

but then you got fired
for the masturbation video...

and I missed my chance.

If you have a moment,
I'd love to suck your dick.

Why did you even do the movie?
It was such an epic piece of shit.

Crazy Little Thing made close to
$300 million worldwide.

It cost 50.
It made my fucking career.

And it tainted mine.

Oh, please, you tainted your own career.
You're incredibly difficult to work with.

- Because I wouldn't put out?
- I don't even remember this...

- ...incident you keep prattling on about.
- Oh, bullshit.

We were sitting in your office,
on your couch, like this.

And you leaned over,
and you smooched me.

Just like that.

And I do believe that you
even put your hand on my leg...

something like this.

- Ring a bell?
- If you say so.

I don't know if it's all
the gay sex talking or not...

- ...but you look good to me right now.
- Aren't you a charmer?

I still think you're mean,
petty and vindictive.

But I'm thinking maybe
we should hate-fuck?

- You know, get the poison out?
- If you say so.

So you admit it, you're still into me.

I'm sorry. I changed my mind.

Fuck you.

I am so fucking straight right now!

Okay-

Mammary glands!

Okay, okay, Charlie,
just wait. Wait a second.

Charlie, I need to go pee
and put my diaphragm in.

- Awesome!
- Okay.

- You do that!
- Yeah.

You do that. God!

I love hearing
about all that girly stuff!

Yes?

Yes!

Charlie, are you ready for me?

Oh, yes, you are.

You got all naked for Robbie.

Here. Take a look.

That's British steel.

That is an impressive rig
you got there, Robbie. Solid.

Solid cock and balls, that...

That's some real
movie-star shit right there.

Thanks, Charlie.

You want to wrap your lips
around this piece or what?

Well, it's really kind
of you to offer.

Charlie, what are you doing?

Put some clothes on, girl, that shit
is foul. What the fuck is this?

She came onto me.
Wouldn't take no for an answer.

Tried to rape me!
I wouldn't touch her with your dick.

- Really, really, she's disgusting.
- You are a fucking asshole!

You know what, Robbie?
He is just pretending to be gay!

I don't believe that for a second.

- Charlie?
- No! Fuck, no.

Moment of truth, Charlie.

Open up and say...

I can't!

I got Hep C?

Guess what, buddy. Me too.

Come on, let's do this.
Suck that shit.

Okay, but, really,
my bigger concern is...

what is this gonna do...

to our professional relationship?

Oh, I think it's gonna make
things a lot fucking hotter.

Okay-

Would you take a hand job?

I think that there is a party
in your mouth tonight...

Charlie Runkle...

and I'm coming.

Okay. Okay.

Okay!

I can't! I can't!

I'm sorry. I just... I can't.

I'm... I'm straight as an arrow.

I'm not perfectly straight.

In prison, I'd probably be a total slut.

But in the real world...

I definitely prefer the fairer sex.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I just... I'm such a big fan,
and I just...

I got caught up in a lie.

You are a liar and a coward,
Charlie Runkle.

Yes. Yes, I am.

You know what else you are?

Fired.

See?

I feel the toxins about
to release from my body.

Isn't this much better?

All the resentment is about
to just explode out of me.

We should have done this years ago.

Your career would probably be
in a lot better shape.

Maybe. You never know.

I've been quite the self-saboteur.

- Hank?
- Yes, Charles?

Hank, I've been found out.
The jig is up, Hank.

I've been "inned."

Can you give me a few minutes?

Just a few?

Oh, listen, lady,
I'm enjoying your whole... this.

But I'm not exactly sure
how I feel about you in general.

You know, you did fire me
and then had me rewritten...

which led to a nasty chain of events,
which, in turn...

led to a devastating downward spiral.

So don't let the hardness
of Hank Jr. fool you.

That shit did not sit well with me.

Would you guys be interested
in a third, by any chance?

I'm fucking horny as hell right now.

Once a bottom-feeder,
always a bottom-feeder.

Fuck you, Hank.

Should we assume the deal is off?

Of course the deal is off, Hank!

And if the deal is off,
I'm fired as fuck right now!

And the thing they never
tell you is how hard it is...

growing up, finding your place
in the world...

accepting your fate.

But if you're lucky, you have
someone in your life who gets you...

who accepts you for who you are...

who ever so gently nudges you
towards your destiny.

So, yeah, I guess you could say...

I was born to be a writer.

Which is weird, because I definitely
wanted something else for myself.

Something big...

larger than life.

But it's a waste of time,
wanting things...

because sooner or later,
the thing that wants you...

is just gonna come up
and tap you on the shoulder.

And you might wanna be ready.

Good evening, ladies.

- Fuck you, Hank.
- What did I do?

You have a penis.
And she's embracing her she-mess.

You can't come in.

I like your poetry, woman,
but I don't understand.

You don't need to. It's okay.
So, what's up?

What's up? Our daughter's
pretty fucking talented, that's what's up.

I know. You came all this way to tell
me something I already know?

No, I came all this way
to tell you how sorry I am...

for my shameful self-indulgence
over the past few months.

It's okay.
You don't owe me anything, Hank.

- I'm just glad that you're feeling better.
- I feel... I do. I feel better.

And now that I'm relatively
clean and soberish...

I'm painfully aware
of how we left things.

It's just... I mean, I...

- It's all so...
- Unresolved?

Yes, exactly.

Yes.

- It may have to stay that way for a while.
- I figured as much.

But we should reconvene again...

and talk about this,
the state of our union and whatnot...

sometime soon.

- Let's play it by ear.
- Okay, we will.

We'll play it by ear.
But in the meantime...

because of our pure-of-heart
little munchkin...

beautiful daughter,
I'm going off to write something.

- Write something? Really?
- I don't know what it is.

Gonna make
my intentions known, Karen.

- Put it on paper.
- Interesting.

- Prepare to be John Woo'd.
- I will. I'm excited for you. Good.

And I'm okay with all this.
I'm relatively sanguine.

In fact, I am the sanguinator.

Good... Good night.

- So...
- Good. Okay.

Till we meet again.

- Good night, Karen.
- Good night, Hank.