Californication s06e09 Episode Script

Previously on Californication: You know, the weird thing is, my husband's dead, and I'm numb.
How the fuck you doing, Moody? My dick don't work.
A man can only shoot so many loads.
I mean, literally, you can run out.
We need one pound of your best Peruvian blend.
- We will be on our way.
- I like that suit.
- Take it off.
- What about your old lady? - What about her? - Her needs? Wives are different.
They don't rub themselves raw like we do.
My husband fucks around on the road, but we have an agreement.
- I've been wanting to talk to you.
- Regarding? - An extramarital affair.
- Oh, my.
- I'm still in love with her, Stu.
- Me too.
But I will pay you not to pursue Marcy.
This is a fucking disaster.
What the fuck are you guys talking about? It's a rock opera with the tone of my book.
It's bollocks.
It doesn't have any heart, and you have a huge heart.
Oh, I just had me an assgasm.
Hank.
Hank.
Good morning, sunshine.
- Your work is delightful.
- Great job on the rewrite, Hank.
- It really puts a smile on the face.
- I love a good musical.
- Warms the fucking cockles.
- What the fuck are you doing here? The missus caught me eating her chocolate bar out of the cleaning lady's vagina.
- That's disgusting.
- No, it was delicious.
It was Marilyn Manson's idea.
Once upon a time, according to rock legend, mind you Mick Jagger was caught eating a chocolate bar out of Marianne Faithfull's warm, gooey center.
Bowie was there too.
Of course now they all swear it never happened.
But I felt like I should try it at least once.
I'm actually surprised it's taken me this long.
By the by, Atticus, just any idea how long you might be staying? I hadn't thought about it.
It could be quite a while.
She was fucking furious.
Almost cut my dick off.
- Is this gonna be a problem, Runkle? - No.
I just thought you might be more comfortable at a hotel.
Why would I be more comfortable paying for posh lodgings when I can stay with my manager? For free.
Makes sense to me.
Tell me, will Krull be staying too? Of course.
He's my road manager.
Anytime I leave my house, I'm technically on the road.
Krull gets me from point A to B and knows where to find all my favorite creature comforts.
Where's the shitter in this place? Yeah, go easy, big fella.
- Low-flow toilets.
- Hey.
- We should have a party.
- Why? I'm newly single.
You had a major creative breakthrough.
We should celebrate.
One should mark such fucking milestones.
You know, that's not really a bad idea.
The last big party I had here was filled with smelly leather boys.
- Couldn't really wash the stink off the joint.
- Okay, where's the master? - I'm gonna rest up for tonight's shindig.
- Follow the Krull.
Runkle, can you get a piano delivered? Make sure there's heaps of alcohol and cocaine and Mars bars and Astroglide.
Brilliant work, Hank.
I'm gonna go put this under my pillow and do some dream-writing.
But first I must masturbate myself to sleep.
Moody.
Eddie Nero.
As I live and breathe.
Can I have a go? I'd very much like to tackle Hank.
No, no.
That's my thing.
- I'm gonna do it.
- Do what? Continue my great tradition of bringing your words to life.
On the boards in front of the footlights.
- Can you even sing? - Can I sing? I don't know, can you? Is there anybody alive out there? I got serious douche chills running down my spine.
- I'm also a little hard, I have to admit.
- I'll bet you are.
Can I see it? - No, can I see it? - No! - Hey, pussy fart, how you doing? - All right, Eddie.
- How about yourself? - I heard you came out recently.
- For a short time.
- He almost took a man in his mouth.
- I took a man in my mouth once.
- We know, Eddie.
I engineered that orgasm.
My hands, mouth, feet.
I watched his jism form a slimy St.
Louis arch in the air before landing comfortably on the rug in the Lincoln Bedroom.
You performed fellatio in the White House? It's not appropriate, but yes.
I had an experience with a gent once.
He was quite pretty.
Showed up in the backstage area.
Fooled the road crew.
Sure as hell fooled me.
He gave a lovely blow job.
I reached into his knickers, felt what I initially thought to be a slightly oversized female clitoris, but, no it was a gentleman's short, but quite broad penis.
I thought to myself, "What would Bowie do?" And then I gave up and got security to beat him senseless.
And then I felt sorry for him and let him blow me again.
Holes is holes when all's said and done.
That's exactly what I always say.
I have big news.
Tonight I'm gonna make love to a woman.
Oh, well, maybe we should alert the media.
Entertainment Tonight or maybe National Geographic.
Well, I have been celibate for quite some time now.
I thought that I'd lost all my loads.
But they came back, and if I'm gonna star in a traditional love story I need to remember what it's like to come with a woman.
By the way what's the deal with this party? Seems like it's a little bit of a sausage fest.
Yeah, Runkle.
Where are the girls? - I'm sorry.
What do you mean? - I said we should have a party.
Did you expect me to send out the fucking invites, you senseless wanker? - What about the drugs? Where are they? - Okay.
Atticus, well, we had good luck with the chocolate bars and the Astroglide but there was a little bit of a problem with the drugs.
Fucking fuck, Runkle! Jesus.
- Was that a banana? - I want drugs! I want some fucking girls and some fucking drugs! Drugs.
Hey.
Hi.
Hank Moody.
Hey.
How's my suit? It's aspirational.
- Gonna fit in that fucker one day.
- Excellent.
Good luck with that.
You don't have to be so fucking snarky.
Slow and steady wins the race, asshole.
I'll fit in that suit before you grow your fucking hair back.
- Frank.
- Widow.
Come here.
If it isn't the bloody warlock who turned me bum into the happiest place on earth.
I've missed you, you dirty, bald bastard, you.
- Nice to see you, Trudy.
How you been? - I've been well.
- I've been well.
- Good.
Thinking about finding a new husband.
Oh, really? Tony left me in financial shambles, you know.
I mean, we spent it as fast as he made it.
I don't know if he's marriage material, but Eddie Nero is looking to bust a big, fat load after being celibate for quite some time.
- You two could help each other.
- Really? Oh, no.
He's a little too pretty for me.
And he poops on people.
Blue Eyes poops on people.
You're into the scat-play, huh? Poop! It was a phase, but a messy phase.
I've been there once or twice, I have.
Real messy.
Speaking of dirty, what do you say, Popeye? You ready to bust one out so we can sit back, relax and enjoy the party? Don't mind if I do.
Yay.
Attaboy.
Poop, POOP- Stop.
Don't stop.
Stop.
I'm almost done.
Fuck.
This is good, Hank.
Almost makes me wanna jump your bones.
Almost? What else I got a typewriter right here.
- Damn.
- Thank you.
Well, your thoughts and the kind, thoughtful, long-legged manner in which you chose to express them, had much to do with the end result.
Well, it leaves you with the same feeling that a really great song does.
Sadly, I think my work here is done.
What? No more sexy time? Say it ain't so.
Well, too much leads to too much.
- Sooner or later, someone gets hurt.
- Yeah, you're right.
You should do your best not to fall in love with me.
I wasn't worried about me.
No, no, be careful.
I have a tendency to take root in the hearts and minds of those who initially find me off-putting.
It's a small, but loyal group.
Well, everything put together falls apart, Hank.
- Paul Simon.
- Very good.
That was easy for me.
Know why? - Why? - Because I'm old as dirt.
Oh, come here.
- You're not so old.
- Oh, sweet talker.
Oh, my back.
My back.
Oh, jeez.
I've never been sodomized in a child's nursery before.
- What fun.
- That's odd.
Oh, hey, you two.
Hey.
Oh, this is Trudy.
This is Marcy and Karen.
This is Trudy, and Trudy was recently widowed.
It's true.
I was.
- Yeah, my hubby OD'd.
- Oh, sorry.
But Jean-Luc Picard here has been keeping me company.
Right? He's not too big in the lap, you see but he's enthusiastic, if you know what I'm saying.
Yeah, I know what you're saying.
Hey.
I thought you said they weren't coming.
They said they weren't coming.
Here they are.
- Good.
- Yeah.
We got bored, we smoked weed and we wanted to meet Atticus Fetch, yeah! You should.
You should.
You should have sex with him, both of you.
He's single now.
And he's quite good in the sack, you know.
A little lazy when it comes to the oral return favors and such.
- Unlike the Ass Whisperer here.
- That's me! - He gives as good as he gets, he does.
- That's not exactly my experience.
- Hey.
- Have you ever done Atticus before? - No, I have not had the pleasure.
- We should do him together.
We could.
Or we could go get a drink right Right now.
- Whatever you think.
- Marcy, let me introduce you to Atticus.
No.
Allow me.
Okay.
Whichever one.
Lead the way.
I see you have a new friend.
Yes, and she's That's what she is, a friend.
She's a lovely young woman who has helped guide me creatively.
Right.
I'm sure.
Sort of a "Florence Nightingale in your time of need" kind of thing.
Well, I'm happy to see that I can still get a jealous rise out of you.
But you just say the word, and I will stop the world and melt with you.
Yeah, I said that.
- You remember Eddie.
Karen.
- Hi, hey.
Karen, you remember Yusuf Nero? The last time we were together, you were seeing that handsome African-American.
No, that was just a phase, like you pooping on people.
I had a feeling that was a passing thing.
A milk chocolate mandingo fantasy.
Perfectly normal.
You're entitled.
Particularly after the hell this lunatic put you through.
Oh, well, speaking of lunatics, you know, Karen was recently married to a pansexual loon named Richard Bates, the writer.
- You know him? - Are you kidding me? He's the man I took in my mouth.
- Of course he is.
- Richard Bates.
He wrote the definitive draft of John the Michael Mann movie that won me the Academy Award for Best Actor.
- It's not about kudos.
It's about the work.
- Of course not.
Karen.
It has been years since we've seen each other, yet you have not aged a day.
Your stems, your hindquarters remain glorious.
Your skin is flawless.
You are a beautiful woman.
- Well, thank you, Eddie.
- You will do perfectly.
- Watch it, Nero.
- Eddie needs my help.
Your effluvium is delightful, a rare vintage.
Come, allow me to seduce you.
- Fuck off.
Go away.
- Well, we tried.
Krull.
Sorry.
The one thing I know about Atticus is he loves his fans, and we've got a great, big one right here who would very much like to say hello.
And what's this big fan gonna do with me? Hey, you.
I'm somebody's mother.
You're nof mine, love.
How about a bit of suction? Allow me to handle this.
Allow me to handle this.
Well, it looks like we found the party.
- Hello, girls.
- Who is this? Oh, please, Atticus, let me introduce you to my ex-wife.
- And mine.
- And the mother of my child.
- You were both married to this woman? - Yes.
Yes, we were.
What the fuck's wrong with you? How much time do you have? Marcy.
Huge fan.
Finally.
A fan.
She loves the musicians.
She had quite a serious fling with Rick Springfield.
Really? You were one of Jessie's girls, were you? Yes.
Yes, she was.
She even had the ringtone to prove it.
Why is it you never mentioned a fling with a major fucking pop star? I don't know, Stu.
Maybe it's because you're so fucking jealous.
Maybe it's because you need to be the only cock in town.
Maybe it's because I fucking love you so much, Marcy.
- That is why.
- It looks like this meet and greet is over.
- Let's go, Marcy.
- Yes.
Leave her with me.
- That's probably not a good idea.
- Yeah, we're happy to stay.
You're not actually my type.
I usually go for tall, leggy blondes.
But you're quite sexual, aren't you? She's incredibly sexual.
Built for speed, born to fuck.
Sinking into this woman is like swimming in a vat of exquisite oil.
Jesus Christ, Stu.
A vat? You make me sound like I'm all stretched out and shit.
- Shut up! - We had a nice sex life ourselves.
It wasn't crazy or anything.
A finger up the ass every now and again.
A botched threesome or two.
But it was quite familiar, comforting.
You have quite a fan club, don't you? Yeah, looks like I'm queen of the shit pile.
- Go.
Get the fuck out of here.
- Yeah.
Leave your ex-wife with me.
- Hey.
- We're gonna have a chat.
Okay- Hey.
So you and Hank, huh? Once upon a time.
And you and Hank.
Sort of kind of.
Something.
- He's really talented.
- Yeah.
He's talented, but he has a really hard time sustaining it.
Well, I don't know.
I think maybe he just needs to find the right motivation.
Oh, God, I so know where you're at right now.
You just see all this potential, right? Yeah.
Yeah.
Potential's exciting.
Yeah, it is.
But it's really hard to have a long-term relationship with someone else's potential.
Especially if that is what you're looking for.
I'd be careful if I was you.
And I kind of was you.
You're gonna get hurt.
Methinks you like this one, Faith.
- What do you think? - She likes him.
I can tell.
Who, Hank? Yeah.
I like him.
As much as any guy that I choose to spend my time with.
I've seen you on the arm of lots of guys.
You seem to have a real connection.
He's a good guy.
He's sweet to you.
Maybe it could be a real thing.
You do not have to live happily ever after with someone to make it real.
Oh, be good to yourself, Faith.
You deserve it.
Shut up and deal.
If I had to pick I would say Fetch Live, All Over Your Face because that one has all your hits.
That's lovely, dear.
So would you like to blow me, or would you prefer to have actual intercourse? God.
Jeez.
I don't know.
I hadn't really thought about it, so That's cute.
Of course you thought about it.
Do you wanna go down on me? I'd prefer not to.
It's a little bit intimate and also, to be honest, a little bit boring for me.
Of course, because I'm just another bang to you.
Yeah.
Not at all.
The knowledge that I'm giving you this gift this opportunity to transcend your everyday suburban existence and have sex with a fucking rock star, thereby giving you a story for years to come, that's the fun bit.
I don't know, man.
This is just so fucked up.
I mean, just Just take me, okay? I mean, that's what Rick Springfield would have done.
He just tore my clothes off and stuck it in so just fucking do what you want, but just fucking do it already, all right? Just fucking go.
Go.
Hey, you guys.
Did you read that Times article about the guy who did the thing then this other thing happened? Don't know about you, but I found it fascinating.
Hank, I am having an intimate moment with Karen, and I will not let you spoil it - with your incessant verbal diarrhea.
- What is it, Hank? - Are you not getting enough attention? - Where is he? - Where's Atticus? - I haven't the foggiest, my love.
Okay, well, I'm prepared to forgive him.
- Why? - Well, here I was all pissed off calling every divorce lawyer, look what come in the mail.
Three, count them, three seven-figure royalty checks.
- Cool.
- I'm so lucky.
My life's fucking amazing.
If he wants to eat a Mars bar out of some dirty skank's poontang - who am I to judge? - Well, that is a beautiful rationalization but in this case you have a right to be slightly miffed.
Oh, it's just sex.
Why does everyone make such a big deal about it? Fuck if I know, dude.
- Move.
- Sorry, missus, I can't do that.
"Sorry, missus, I can't do that.
" Hello, darling.
Is all forgiven? You fucking fuckface! Fuck! Are those my royalty checks? Get out of my way.
I'm sorry.
Come on.
Enough of this foolish cat-and-mouse game.
You are gonna fuck my brains out and you're gonna fuck them out now.
- No means no, you know.
- You say no, but your cock begs to differ.
No.
He does not have decision-making authority.
Know what it takes to be a rock star's wife? - No.
- I have certain skills.
I know how to give sharp and focused head that cuts through the bullshit.
- Sharp? - Plenty of women, all are licking lollipops.
They're lazy.
They think by putting it in their mouth that's all they need to do, but you and I know that's just the beginning.
- Right.
- I know how to get shit done.
Now your cock's on the verge of making a decision, Hank.
What's it gonna be? - Everything okay in here? - Things are not as they seem.
Can you give us a fucking minute? - You don't want to do this.
- I do.
You love your husband.
- I do.
- Yeah.
These are not the droids you're looking for.
Fuck! Fuck! Jesus.
Thank you.
That was perfect timing.
I had a feeling you might need a little rescuing.
Yeah.
What? Fuck.
- I get it.
- Sorry.
You should go.
Go, go, go.
Karen.
Karen, this is bullshit.
He poops on people.
Maybe not anymore, but he has in the past and that is That's a serious fucking character flaw.
They've been in there a really long time.
Maybe they're just talking.
You know, like we're just talking.
- Sure.
Right.
Just talking.
- Yeah.
My advice, just fucking move on, dude.
I'm not sure that's possible.
Can't begrudge your lady for going with Eddie Nero.
Dude's fucking handsome.
But Karen's not like that.
What kind of fucked-up, madonna-whore shit is that? Just because you love her, she crapped out your kid she's not entitled to bang a star? She can, but that doesn't mean I can't be pissed off about it.
Okay- Then play it cool, man.
That's the move.
Never let the bitches see you sweat.
Moody.
That woman is amazing.
Not the face.
Never the face.
You hit me in my face.
That's a national treasure.
That's an act of treason.
- Motherfucker! Come on.
- I think I pulled a hammie.
Cocksucker.
Son of a shitty, fucking Now, the drunken master.
Get away from my fucking table! Goddamn it.
Fuck.
Shit.
Now it begins.
Okay, then.
Ladies and gentlemen yes, I have an announcement to make.
I have fucked up this storied life something proper.
All my life, I have loved exactly one woman with all my heart.
Have I fucked countless others? Yes.
Does that make me a bad man? I I don't think so.
But in the court of public opinion I am a scoundrel, a rogue, a rake.
Perhaps even a rapscallion.
But the fact is I can't live without you, Natalie.
Olly, no, put the fucking gun down.
- Olly.
Put it down.
- Olly? Really? Olly? - Did you think he was born Atticus Fetch? - It's true, Hank.
I had to create Atticus Fetch.
And now I have to kill him before he kills me.
- That doesn't make any sense.
- It makes a lot of sense actually.
Yeah, he created a monster - Shut the fuck up.
- and now he wants to kill the monster before the monster kills him.
I mean, I've felt that way myself.
I'm sure a lot of people have.
You're not alone, Atticus.
I'm sure we can work it all out.
Wait, does that mean you'll take me back? Fuck no.
You're a lying, cheating fucking scumbag.
- Okay, I'll take you back.
- Really? - You will? - We'll figure it out, doll.
I'm just gonna have to keep you on a very short leash.
That sounds good.
I like the sound of that.
That's what this boy needs, some discipline.
- A little mother's discipline.
- Mommy's discipline.
Okay, now, just give me the gun.
Give Mama the gun.
Come on.
Come on.
There we go.
Why did you hit me? It's not even fucking loaded, you pussy.
Can you slow down? I don't know why you're so fucking angry.
I'm not the one who disappeared into the bedroom with that weirdo degenerate.
You've got a fucking nerve to take issue with anything I do ever.
Yes, no, I You're right.
What am I supposed to do, just sit there and watch it happen? Karen, why the fuck did you come here tonight anyway? You know why? Because there's always this voice in the back of my head that says, "Maybe this time it will be different.
Maybe the stars will align and there will be this magic moment between us where everything will be okay again.
" But there's always something or someone in the way.
Karen, you want me not to see anybody else, just say the word.
But if you keep me at arm's length, what am I to do, sit around with a cock cage and hope you'll have some epiphany about us? Do you honestly think that I care about you fucking someone else? If we're not together, I don't expect you to have taken some vow of celibacy.
It's just, when I see someone look at you the way that I used to look at you I fucking hate that.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
And the worst part of it is that I turned into you tonight.
I I don't want to be that person.
I don't want to start playing games and, like, trying to get back at you and trying to hurt you.
I don't want that either.