Previously on Californication:
- Oh, hi. - Please, stay.
We need to get to know one another. I mean, our paths are gonna be crossing.
This is so great.
He would pay you a million dollars to sleep with you?
Well, consider this a signing bonus, 10 percent up front.
This kind of cash could get us out of all of our immediate debt.
I wanna talk about Becca. When will you tell her about Levon?
- When is she back? - A few weeks.
- In a few weeks, then. - You guys aren't together?
- No. - I asked him about Julia.
He said he wasn't involved with her. Next, he was inside of her.
Are you guys back together? That would be incredible.
It's like the world's greatest love story.
Hank, I love you, but I can't be with you.
Killing bad guys is my business...
... and business is ******* cracking.
How was it?
It wasn't very good, was it?
Are you fucking kidding me right now, Mom? It sucked hard.
I can't believe I even work for that show. I deserve way better.
I hope your episode's better than that atrocity.
Can't promise anything.
Whatever.
- Going to bed. - Good night, buddy.
- Love you. - Night. Love you.
- Hi. - Hi.
We haven't been alone in a long time.
Which explains why my wiener feels so weird right now.
Mom?
What, honey?
- Is it cool if I? - What?
- What the fuck is he saying? - I don't know.
Can I sleep in the annex?
What the fuck is the annex? What the fuck are you holding?
This is my lovey. It's like my favorite blanket.
I've had it since I was a little fucking baby.
- Lf you really think you need to. - I do. I'm really worried about the future.
- Our future, all of us. - Why?
Show's gonna get canceled...
...sooner rather than later, and then what are we gonna do?
Well, you just stick a pin in that and go off to the annex...
...and get a good night's sleep. - Okay.
Whoa, this is the annex, right here?
What the fuck? You still breast-feeding too?
I wish.
Thanks, Mom. Good night.
Good night, Dad.
Good night.
Gather around, people. Gather around, gather around.
- Yeah, so we're canceled. - No.
One and out. Holy shit.
Sorry, did I say that out loud? I gotta go call Gersh.
Technically speaking, we've been asked to shut down production and go on hiatus.
I mean, hiatus sounds good, you know?
I could use a break from this grind.
Oh, you're gonna have a nice long break, all right, Hashtag.
Look.
We threw a party, nobody showed up. It happens.
It's been a blast.
Actually, this hasn't been a blast. This has been a pain in the ass.
Thankfully a relatively short pain in the ass.
Learn from this, people, okay? Take it with you to the next job...
...and appreciate what you have while you have it...
...because usually it ends just like this.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, aren't we gonna fight this shit?
No, we're not gonna fight this shit, Levon.
They can't cancel our show after one episode.
Yo, this tubby motherfucker is speaking the truth.
America voted, Hashtag. They don't like your shit.
- That really hurts my feelings. - Come on, it's all right.
You'll live to butcher someone else's dialogue another day.
That's the beauty of this business of show...
...how many chances we get to fuck it up all over again.
Many.
All right, I will be in my office drinking, if anyone wants to say goodbye.
I understand. I'm sorry, Hank.
What's wrong?
Santa Monica Cop got canceled.
Lovely. There goes that pathetic fucking trickle of a revenue stream.
I am sure I can get Hank on another show.
Oh, God, Charlie, I have to fuck Stu.
I know it's upsetting, baby.
I'm crying because I know you have to fuck Stu.
I'm crying because I can't even fucking provide for you and our son.
I'm crying because our life is so fucking pathetic right now...
...it seems like this is the only option. - So now it's my turn to provide.
Big fucking deal.
I just have to go out and shtup my ex so we can make the rent.
There's worse things, I guess.
I'm gonna fucking kill myself!
Don't kill yourself, baby.
Don't you think our son has enough shit to deal with about his old man...
...you're gonna throw in paternal suicide too?
That's true. You're right.
When you're right, you're right.
I just don't think I can stay here...
...knowing you're out there fucking Stu without hurting myself.
I have an idea.
- You're not gonna do it? - No, I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna do it.
But I think that maybe you should do it too.
Fuck Stu?
No, you idiot. Fuck someone else.
If you have to deal with the unpleasantness of me fucking Stu...
...I think it's only fair that...
...you should get to fuck somebody else too.
Really?
- Yes. - I'm intrigued.
Continue, please.
Just once...
...and I don't wanna know about it.
I'm serious. You keep that shit to yourself.
I have a confession to make.
I'm incredibly hard right now.
Really?
That's funny, because I'm incredibly wet right now.
Are we sick people?
I think that goes without saying.
Should we bone?
I think that goes without saying.
Gotta move fast. I have 10 minutes...
...before I have to pick up Stuart and get him to speech therapy.
Hey.
- May I? - I insist.
E*ver thought about giving up all this television-writing hoo-ha...
...and getting back to your music?
Fuck that, this is the only thing I have that's actually pure.
The second you try and get serious about something, it loses all its magic.
Word to your mother.
- What's next? - I have a deal with the studio.
They'll ask me to step in and save some other fucking disaster...
...or write another pilot. Same shit, different year, you know.
Gotta keep the pool heated, right?
- So my son can defile it some more? - Yeah.
The real question is, what's next for Hank Moody?
Fuck if I know, man.
You know, I don't think you should go work on another show.
- You don't think I have what it takes? - No, you have it.
It's just a waste of what you have.
I think you should write your own show.
Well, I appreciate that, but l... I don't know what I'd write about.
I don't know about cops or lawyers or doctors.
No, no, no, fuck that shit.
Write about what you do know. Write about you.
Write about your fucked-up friends.
Write about your kids, the ones you know about.
- Write about Karen. - And Julia.
Write about Julia. Just leave a little room in there...
...for someone to swoop in and steal her away.
Just a little.
Think about it.
I will.
Hey, pretty lady.
Hey there, sailor.
- Charlie. - Lisa.
What's the matter, Charlie? You seem a little nervous.
I am, I am, I'm a little nervous, yeah.
- More than I thought I would be. - What's there to be nervous about?
- You're just a guy talking to a girl. - I suppose you're right. Yeah.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Sure.
- I like drinks. - Krull?
Whatever the lady would like.
The lady wants a Jäger shot.
Same for the gentleman, I guess.
Married?
This old thing?
We have kind of an arrangement, yeah.
- That's cool. I have a boyfriend. - Right on, right on.
So, what did you have in mind?
A liaison, perhaps?
Oh, liaison?
I know a cheap little motel close by.
- Really? What would you do? - Do?
To me in a cheap hotel?
To you, well, you know, first I would kiss you.
No kissing. Not hot, not for a liaison.
No kissing. Okay.
I would... I would fondle your boobs.
Right? Because, you know.
And then I would maybe get a sense of your ass, you know.
And then I suppose my penis would make an appearance.
Yeah, I would put it in your mouth. And then I might take it out again.
Maybe I'd slap you on the forehead with it a little bit for fun.
- Just for fun. - Wow, you're a dirty little birdie, Charlie.
- You have no idea, Lisa. - Really? What else? I like this game.
Okay, I'd pull down your pants. I'd tear off your panties...
...and stuff them in your mouth. - Nice.
Wrap the phone cord around your neck. Not too hard, of course.
- Of course. - I would like to, you know...
- Rough is fun. - Holy shit.
You know what? You may just be my sexual soul mate.
- Oh, that's sweet. - And then I'd take you from behind.
I would fucking... Oh, no, no, scratch that.
Not from behind because that's... It gets me going too much.
It's too good. Yeah, like two seconds, and I'd be done.
- No, we wouldn't want that. - No, no. You know what?
Allow me to demonstrate something for you that I like to call "la Runkle."
- Come here, stand up. Look at this. - Okay.
I find that if I move in little circles...
...it keeps me in the game far longer, far longer.
This simple change from this to that...
...and it makes me last a little bit longer.
- What the fuck is this? - I beg your pardon?
Who's the clown?
This is Charlie. Charlie, this is my boyfriend, Mack.
Charlie was just describing what he'd like to do to me in a cheap motel.
Oh, yeah?
Wanna know what I'd do to you in a cheap motel, Charlie?
Or even in a bar.
Come on, dirty girl, let's get naked.
What's up, Harpo?
- You got a great fucking body, seriously. - Thanks.
Yeah, I wish the apple fell closer to the bush on that.
- That's not... - How do I get abs like that?
I would start by laying off the fucking pizza.
Yeah, like that's gonna happen.
This is a great idea. I fucking love pizza-and-movie night.
Just what the doctor ordered, you know? So what if I'm unemployed now?
I talked to Rath and he's gonna let you stay on for as long as he can.
- Yeah, but then what? - Then you go out and get another job.
How will I luck into another job like this one?
Maybe you don't luck into another job. Maybe you go out and you find one.
Yeah, that's never really worked for me.
I'm gonna throw some clothes on.
Hurry up, dude. Pizza's gonna get cold.
Fuck! God damn it.
Mom? Thank God, you gotta help me.
- Oh, my God. Hi. - Hi.
- You're Becca. - Yes, I am. And you are?
Levon. I'm Levon. Hi.
Nice to meet you, Levon.
- You said my name right. - Is that unusual?
Yeah.
I'm sorry, do you know about me?
- No. - You don't know about me? Shit.
I'm looking for my father.
Yeah, he's getting dressed.
- Where's Charlie and Marcy? - I don't know. They're weird.
- Yeah, they are. - You're a lot hotter than your pictures.
- Thanks? - I'm sorry, that's weird.
But your mom's totally hot, makes sense.
- You know my mom? - Yeah, she's cool.
- Super MILF-y. Where is she? - Parking the car.
- So how do you know my father? - Let's get this pizza-movie night started.
Becca.
So I met your strange little friend.
Yeah.
About my strange little friend...
Will you just tell her already? The suspense is killing me here, dude.
Tell me what?
I have some news.
- Yeah, me too. That's why I'm here. - Great, you go first.
No, you first, dude. This is ridiculous. I wanna give her a fucking hug already.
Why?
Can't do it, can you?
You're embarrassed of me. I fucking knew it.
I wanted to tell you, but I didn't wanna do it over the phone.
Got three bottles. Hope it's enough. I know you like to drink.
Holy shit. Is this Becca?
Holy shit. Oh, my gosh. It's so great to finally meet you.
- Who are you? - I'm Julia. I'm Levon's mom.
Are you excited to meet your brother?
My brother?
Missus, you back!
- Hi, Irma. - You put perfect?
- Is he in? - Yes, of course, he's in.
Marcy?
- Hi, Stu. - Hi.
- How are you? - Never better.
- Can we talk? - Of course.
Alone.
Irma, you hear the woman of the house.
Be gone with you!
What can I do for you, Marcy?
I assume that the offer still stands?
Well, of course it...
Don't toy with me, woman.
Are you in?
Yes, I'm in.
Okay.
Let's do it.
- Yeah. - Come on.
Coming. Okay.
Okay.
Okay, so just sign right here.
- Okay. - And if you could initial here.
- Okay. - Yeah, and right there.
- Okay. - And we are done.
And I'll take that. Thank you.
All right, so let's just... Should we do this? Let's do this.
- What? What, now? - Yeah.
Now. There's no time like the present. I mean, let's get this shit over with.
- No offense. - Yeah, let's just do it.
- Let's do it now. - Yeah.
Okay.
- Come here. - Okay.
- Yeah. - All right.
- Okay. - I've missed you.
Okay.
Okay. All right, Stu.
Maybe not now.
It's too much. My head's not in the game.
- Can we just do this tomorrow? - Absolutely, darling.
It would give me more time to prepare.
- Okay. - I need to groom myself.
Could use a wax.
- Do you want to...? - To wax you before I fuck you for money?
No, Stu. God, no.
Understood, understood.
- So tomorrow. - Okay.
- Tomorrow.
I will enter you tomorrow.
Yes, you will.
- I can't wait. - Yes.
Good times. Yeah.
- Good times. - Okay.
Tomorrow, my dear.
Tonight...
...we practice.
Yeah.
Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?
- So you knocked up? - Julia.
Sorry, so you knocked up Julia...
...before you met Mom? - Oh, let's hope so.
Oh, give me a break, Karen.
- Come on. - I didn't think about that.
You think he was sleeping with us at the same time?
Well, yeah, I mean, I guess anything's possible.
- It's Hank, right? - You're right.
Ladies, I'm right here.
Yes, I impregnated Julia...
...just before I met your mom. - Who you then quickly impregnated.
- What a fucking baller, huh? - Honey, don't talk like that.
Sorry, just trying to keep it light. My B, my B.
Honey, I know this is a really shitty way...
...to find out about something so huge, and I'm sorry.
I don't know, given the story of my life, this seems perfectly appropriate.
Yeah. So where do we go from here, Becca?
What do you mean?
What do you mean, what do I mean? I have a fucking sister. How cool is that?
You have a fucking brother. How cool is that?
I don't know yet.
You're sarcastic, just like Dad.
- I love it, I wanna party with you, kid. - Can you not call him that?
But he's my father.
He's my father.
Okay, so he's our father. Deal with it, Becca.
Hey, stop being such a dick.
She's just absorbing the information right now.
- I knew you were gonna take her side. - I am not siding with anyone.
It's all right. You love her more. Why wouldn't you?
She's your real kid. That's your real family.
We're just the dirty one-night stand of families.
I'm a retard, my mom's a slut.
Honey, don't talk like that. Behave yourself.
Look, he's... I'm sorry, he's emotional.
Hey, will you four please excuse me while I go hang myself?
No, you don't get to do that. You don't get to feel sorry for yourself.
- Not even a little bit? - No, this is your life. Deal with it.
Yeah, this is your life, Hank Moody. Deal with it.
I am dealing with it.
How was your trip, honey?
It was amazing, actually.
That's fantastic. How was?
Now is not the time to be a dick, Dad.
Up high, sis.
You're a little uptight. Anyone tell you that?
I'm not being a dick. L...
Seriously, I don't remember the gentleman's name.
- Ross. - Roscoe.
Yeah, Roscoe. Good old Roscoe.
- Did he behave himself? Did...? - Tread carefully.
- Why? What? I don't get it. - Becca has news.
- She said that earlier, that she had news. - Now's not the time, Mom.
- You're right. I'm sorry. - No, no, no, now is the time.
I just came clean. Your turn.
I'm getting married.
- Congratulations. - No, you're not.
- I am, Dad. - No, you're not.
Well, there's not a lot you can do about it, is there?
Aren't your hands full at the moment, juggling two families?
- Becca, this is ridiculous. - Any more than this?
I love weddings. I mean, brother of the bride.
Are you kidding me?
I'm invited, right? Because I'll totally come.
- Honey, I think we should go. - What about pizza-and-movie night?
- Do it another time. - Don't bother.
- I wanna go home. - Okay, sweetie.
Wherever the fuck that is these days.
Sorry, baby.
For what?
Where the fuck do I begin?
I'm not mad about Levon.
It's kind of nice not being the only child anymore.
I look forward to getting to know him, sort of.
He seems amusing.
He is. He's a good kid.
That's very mature of you to acknowledge that.
But that's not surprising. You were always the mature one in the family.
- Ain't that the truth? - Yeah.
So, what's all this about you getting married?
Just that. I'm getting married.
I know you think you're in love with this guy...
Please, don't be condescending right now.
In exchange, I promise not to be condescending...
...about your latest in a long line of chronic fuck-ups.
Deal?
My chronic fuck-ups aside, this is not a good idea, Becca.
- Why? - Because you're so young.
I'm young, and you're older.
Thank you. What's your point?
Looking back, can you honestly say that you're happy you never got married?
Didn't it basically doom you to a lifetime of Ioneliness?
It's not about being married or not being married, Becca.
- What's it about, then? - I don't know.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you right now.
But what are the odds that this particular clown...?
This particular young gentleman is the one?
You're one to talk about odds.
Didn't you get it right the first time? Isn't that what you always brag about?
What makes you so special? Couldn't it happen to me?
- Okay, so why the rush? - Because he asked and I answered.
And it feels right to me. I'm trusting my gut.
I'd think you of all people could understand that.
I cannot in good conscience endorse this shit, Becca.
You've got a lot of fucking nerve, Dad...
...after all the shit you've asked me to endorse over the years.
That's fair, fair enough.
I come home with good news, great news...
...the biggest news of my life, and I can't even get it out...
...before I'm confronted with the wreckage of your fucking past.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
Yeah, me too.
We're doing it in New York. You can be a part of it or not.
Totally up to you.
But it's happening.
And I'm not gonna let you make me fucking miserable about it. Ripped By mstoll