Californication s04e11 Episode Script

Previously on Californication The prosecution has a lame case.
And they know it too.
Now we have a serious conflict.
It's your choice, Hank.
What do you want me to do? Fuck you or defend you? Monday I'll take you to court, so that you can stand trial for raping a teenage girl.
I don't want you to be guilty.
I don't want people to look at you that way.
The State of California versus Hank Moody.
All rise.
Fuck.
The rabbit done died.
- So whose is it? - I don't know! I'm pregnant.
Oh, Jesus.
I'm gonna be a father! - Trixie.
- That is a terrific name, if you're a hooker.
Take Diners Club? I'm not kidding.
- What adult film were you watching? - Excuse me? What the You saw Hank Moody with your daughter prior to the night of August 13th? Yes.
Quiet down.
That jury is now under the assumption that you knew Mia before you actually slept together.
This changes everything.
Fuck.
Guilty? Yeah.
- What does that mean? Is he going to jail? - I don't know, honey.
Come here.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
These scripts are absolutely fuckin' shite.
Is this your idea of good writing, or were you just too embarrassed to tell me you didn't know how to read? Runkle, your boy's guilty.
That shit's fucked up, dog.
Respect.
I'm sorry, Charlie.
OK.
OK, buddy.
How's it looking down there, Doc? Sure.
Why not? Get your elbow all up in that piece.
Sorry.
I gotta take this.
Hello? Shit, baby, yes.
I'm sorry.
No, I'll be right there.
OK, Dr Strangelove, you gotta get your hands out of my cooch.
I gotta blow this speculum stand.
- Well, that happened.
- Yeah.
What do we do now? Let's go get shit-faced.
Counsellor.
- So we meet again, compadre.
- Hello, Hank.
- It's you again.
- Back for another blow job? No.
No.
Although that was very nice of you that other time.
You give excellent head - for a nun.
- A lifetime of service, Hank.
Right.
You can't let the priests have all the fun, right? How can I help? It seems I've been judged, juried, and found pretty fucking guilty.
Yes, you most certainly have.
- What's my move here? - Well I think you should probably get in your car and drive.
As fast as you can.
- I don't have a car.
- Steal one.
You know, for a woman of the cloth, you're pretty morally ambivalent, Sister.
- I'm just saying.
- Don't be such a fucking faggot, Hank.
Jesus.
Sorry.
- What about my family and friends? - What about them? Well, it seems pretty fucking pretty mean of me to do that to them.
Seriously? Do you really think they care? At first sure.
But after a while, wouldn't they be better off? Maybe.
Now how about that blow job? Oh, dear God.
Hank is going to hell again.
- Busted.
- Hey.
I was just gonna make us some breakfast.
- Bullshit.
- I was about to go get us some breakfast.
- Bullshittier.
- All right, you got me.
- I was gonna steal a cup of coffee.
- And then leave.
Well, eventually.
Might have dropped a deuce first.
- God, what lovely morning-after talk.
- You don't want me to move in, do you? - God, no.
- Good.
I'm glad we got that settled.
- Hey.
How are you doing this morning? - I'm actually doing fantastic.
I'm happy to have gotten some primo heterosexual coupling out of the way before I get shipped off to the big house where I'll start taking objects in the pooper.
Hank, we have no idea what your sentencing will be.
- You could be looking at probation.
- I could be looking at prison.
I think I should prepare for the worstest.
I do like a man who prepares for the worstest.
I should probably get going.
There might be some folks that are worried sick about me.
Or not.
One never knows these days.
- Don't do anything stupid out there, OK? - Who, me? Impossible.
Thanks for bending the rules last night.
Among other things.
Well, seeing as I failed to get you off, I figured I might as well throw you a pity bang.
That's funny, because I knew you'd be beating yourself up about that, - so I was throwing you a pity bang.
- My God! You're so generous, so sweet.
Yeah, I'm gonna make some white power guy an excellent bitch.
- Hey.
- Oh, my God.
- You're Hank Moody.
- Yes.
Yes, I am.
And you are? I mean, what number are you? I don't get it.
I'm Peggy.
Hey, Peggy.
It's not hugely important.
Is the Runkasaur around? Upstairs.
Going poo-poo.
- Gross.
- You were found guilty.
- Yes.
Yes, I was.
- Of rape.
- Statutory rape.
- Whatever.
Still got "rape" in it.
Hank? Hank? Hank? There you are.
I tried you all day yesterday.
- Are you OK? - I guess.
No, no, I don't think that would be appropriate.
Well, not right now anyway.
"I don't think that would be appropriate.
" What'd she say? She wanted to play "home invasion".
You break in, pistol-whip me, tie me to a chair, and then I have to watch while you rape her.
What is wrong with kids today? Well - No, I'm too tired.
- That's what I figured.
I would like to pistol-whip you, though.
How you doing, buddy? How you holding up? - Pretty shitty.
I might have to go to prison.
- I know.
I'm so sorry.
Oh, boy.
It's OK, buddy boy.
It's all gonna be OK.
This is not about you.
It's all about me.
I got something that might cheer you up.
Yeah, yeah.
Ta-dah! It's your hundy large.
From Slowly We Rot 2.
Minus my ten per cent, of course.
Do not spend it all in one place.
That's it.
Much better.
- I'll visit you every day.
- Just stop it.
- What? I will.
- No, Becca, just - I promise.
- I don't want to talk about that.
But this is what's happening, right? This is real, Dad.
If you go to jail, I'll probably be in college by the time you get out.
- You better be.
- I'm not afraid of it, Dad.
If you were sick, if you were dying, I'd have to face it head-on, right? I don't know, Becca.
I just thought maybe we could spend some time out here and not think about reality for a little while.
- Take me home.
- Why? Because I'm sick and tired of how selfish you are.
You never think about reality.
But I live in the real world where I need a fucking father.
You're so proud of yourself for being such a cool dad.
Well, look where it fucking got you! You know that I pray sometimes, Dad? You know what I pray for the most? That I wake up one day and you've become a total bore.
The kind of father who gets up every morning, puts on a suit and tie, drives to some lame office park, comes home at 5:30 on the dot, has a drink, and hangs out with his fucking family.
How hard would that have been for you, Dad to just be like everyone else? Is that the Trixie? Hank Moody! Hi! - How are you? - I'm great.
Gettin' laid and gettin' paid.
When you're done with the stiff, why don't you swing by my room? Consider this a deposit.
Nice to see you.
You have magic hands, Hank Moody.
- Thank you.
- You're welcome, Trixella.
- So are you gonna go to jail? - I don't know.
Quite possibly.
- You ever think about running? - All the time.
You ever think about running? Quitting the life? All the time.
- I saved up a lot of money.
- Good for you, Trix.
One of these days, I'm gonna hang up my whoring shoes and go to Vegas.
Buy a little condo.
Play the slots.
Never wrap my lips around another male member unless I want to.
If I had a dime for every time I've said that.
Sounds like a plan, Trix.
You should totally do that.
Maybe you should totally come with me.
I totally should, but I can't.
Running's not the right move for me right now.
Really? Running seems like exactly the right move for you right now.
Well, I've been to jail once.
No bueno.
I promised myself if they ever came for me again feets don't fail me now, I am hitting the fucking road.
Besides, what's the point of rotting in prison for a crime you didn't commit? - Well, I did fuck the girl.
- But you didn't rape her.
No! No.
- I'm not judging.
I see all types.
- Well, I'm not that type.
I know you're not.
You're an outlaw, Hank.
Just like me.
So do you wanna do this thing, or what? Do you think that I could pay you just to be nice to me for a little while? Sure thing, Hank.
Good morning, dear.
Milk and two sugars.
Thank you, Mother.
Kisses? Pumpkin, good morning.
Kisses? - Have a nice day, dear.
- I will.
Thank you, sweetheart.
Honeys, I'm home! Is that Mom's cherry pie I smell? I love Mom's cherry pie! "Once upon a time, there was a little boy who always wanted more than he had.
"But when he finally grew up, "he found out that he had everything he could have ever wanted all along.
"The end.
" - Good night, scout.
- Good night, Dad.
- What's burning? - I am.
Have a seat.
Fuck.
Hello? Marcy? What? What happened? Hello? Surprise! We wanted to throw you a "Hank is innocent" party, - but we had to work with what you gave us.
- Assholes.
Remember the time, though, when we went to Santa Barbara and Mr Anally-fixated over here got us kicked out of the hotel pool? - Oh, my God.
That was so embarrassing.
- Why was that again, Charlie? Why? I cannot speak of such things in front of the young lady.
Why? She knows what a disgusting perv you are.
I do.
I made peace with it a long time ago.
It doesn't mean you're not a nice man.
Thank you, Becca.
You're every inch the van der Moody.
That's my girl.
Up high.
Come on.
OK.
I wanted to pleasure myself while that little pump thingy blew water up my butt.
- It felt good.
- OK, Charlie.
- That's so gross.
- You told it! I suppose I probably shouldn't have taken my bathing suit off.
- Oh, God.
- I'm throwing up in my mouth right now.
Pity those poor kids who are never going to forget this image of this big, naked, man-baby rising up from the water like the creature from the pasty white lagoon.
It's no grosser than your mother and father.
They used to sneak off - to do it everywhere all the time.
- Shut up.
- In bathrooms, utility closets.
- Yeah.
Yes.
Yes.
True.
Didn't you schlob Hank's knob on a balcony? Marcy, can you shut the fuck up? Like it's a secret you guys are a couple of nymphos.
It's better than growing up with my family.
I can't ever remember my parents - even touching one another.
- Sorry, Beckers.
You must be so bored by all this grown-up talk.
- Is this grown-up talk? - I don't know what it is.
No, it's nice.
Seeing you guys together like this reminds me of a better time.
Not better, sweetie.
Just different.
It was better.
I know it was.
I was there.
It was an illusion, baby.
Magic trick.
I know you think I'm too young to understand, but I was there.
I was watching.
I was listening.
You guys were all happy and in love.
And I felt safe.
I was looking forward to being a grown-up because it looked like so much fun.
Then somewhere it all went wrong.
I don't know if it was California or just you guys, but it all changed one day, almost overnight.
Take it from someone who was watching and taking notes.
You guys were good together.
I tend to agree with the girl.
You're wise and beautiful, you know that? You make us feel old and stupid.
And we love you for it.
- I don't want to go to sleep.
- Why not? Because I don't know if you'll be here when I wake up.
We'll talk about it later.
- Good night.
- Good night.
Good night.
God, I wish I could get high with y'all.
I mean, the baby's not gonna go full retard if I just get the tiniest bit whacked, right? - The baby.
- It won't.
I cannot endorse that shit.
I mean, this medicinal stuff is strong.
Well, I know.
So you better be careful.
Especially you, jackamo.
You can never handle your weed.
I feel like I'm wearing a very warm toupee right now.
And I feel a tingling in my underpants.
That'd be me, Bogart.
Come on.
You see that? Becca was right.
We're good together.
We were good together.
We still are.
God damn it.
Well, if she's right, then how did we end up here? I mean - Hi, my name's Karen.
- Hi, Karen.
Hello, Karen.
The love of my life and the father of my child is is a convicted child molester.
Yeah, dude! Oh, my God.
Hello! And you're the crazy bitch who stayed with him all of these years.
- I know! What is wrong with me? - Oh, my God.
Seriously.
No, babe, you're like one of those freaky cunts who marries the serial killers on death row.
Jesus Christ, Marcy, I'm right here! - Sorry, but - And what about you? You're having an out-of-wedlock baby with Stu Beggs.
Church.
I'm just glad it's not Rick Springfield's baby.
OK, cock-snot, what about you? You're out there sticking your micro-phallus into some seriously damaged pussy.
Church.
I met one of those this morning.
Come on.
Charlie, she seemed like she was out of her fucking gourd.
That's Peggy.
She blows my mind.
Sexually.
- She has no boundaries.
- You need boundaries.
Sometimes you just need someone to say, "No, let's not do that, because that is fucking sick.
" Otherwise, we'd all be running around with shit, piss and blood all over ourselves and shoving vibrators up our asses all day.
Wait a minute.
Hank, I'm gonna miss you.
Oh, Marce, why'd you have to do that? We were having such a good time.
I know.
But I love you and I don't want you to be in trouble.
I want things to go back to the way they were.
The way we were.
No more tears.
I'm a big boy.
I did the crime, I can do the time.
But you didn't.
You got fucked.
I fucked myself a long, long time ago.
Someone's feeling sorry for himself.
You know what that means? You know what we gotta do! - Oh, yeah.
- Pile up.
Come on.
- Oh, we're doing that? - Ticklish.
Spread your pussy! Watch the baby.
You must be really baked.
- Why do you say that? - Cos you're dancing with me.
A convicted felon.
Well, it must be true what they say - there's someone for everyone.
Well, thank you for today.
Short of making sweet love to me, that was the nicest thing you could have done for me.
You're welcome.
It was fun.
I mean, it's nice to escape reality once in a while, right? Yeah.
I almost escaped today.
I was driving.
I just thought about driving off.
- I know.
- How? Because you had that look in your eye.
Fight or flight.
You're right.
I know everything there is to know about you.
- Lucky you.
- I am lucky.
I'm lucky to have known you.
I'm lucky to have loved you.
But I feel it's finally over.
Which is kind of a relief.
Over.
You don't want me, Hank.
Well, that's not true.
Isn't it? Becca was right.
We were good together.
We were happy.
I thought we were a fucking fairy tale.
But if you're careless with something for long enough, you know, it breaks.
And that's how I feel.
Broken.
Completely and utterly broken.
From the second that you told me about Mia till now, it's been a bad dream, you know? I've been sleepwalking through my life.
And I can't do that any more.
I can't live like that.
I understand.
- I'll go.
- I didn't say I wanted you to go.
Karen, I don't get it.
What do you want from me? Something you can't give me.
Something you've never been able to give me.
Something to look forward to.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be.
It's not your fault.
It's mine.
- It's always been mine.
- That's not true.
Don't say that.
If you were gonna have sex with someone and you knew that it would be the absolute last time what do you think it would be like? I think it would be incredibly sad.
Yeah, so do I.
Make me sad.