Previously...
I was talking to Dani about our sexual problem. She's in.
I gotta get my camera.
Motherfucker!
Most recently I gave man birth to a weighty tome "God Hates Us All".
Which was turned into a movie called "A Crazy Little Thing Called Love".
You drink too much, write too little, the only exercise you get
is in the bedroom.
Some have compared the wait for your new novel
to the decade plus wait of the new Guns'n'Roses album.
- How is the new book coming? - That's a hostile question.
Hank, I got you a ticket.
I hope that's refundable because I ain't going.
You're not going to your dad's funeral?
He was a fucking asshole.
Hank, you are not your father.
Holy shit!
I was just about to call the super shuttle!
How are you? How was it?
Too much? With the pelvis?
I thought I could get half a grind there, but maybe not.
I'm not here to pick you up. I'm here for Bill.
You don't think I saw Bilbo's bag in first class?
He doesn't travel very light.
Give the guy a break. He has been away for a month.
A lot can happen in a month. A lot did.
You shut up! Don't say a word.
Don't hold back on my account, guys.
- I'm not. - Really?
Because if it was me I would grab that ass.
Like I own it, especially after such a prolonged absence.
Would now be the appropriate time to say how sorry I am for your loss?
Would have been more appropriate about three hours ago,
with a free drink and an ice cream.
What were you doing with those towels? You got a bad case of swamp ass?
It must have been a long flight.
This is where we part company. I see a cab with my name on it.
- Don't be ridiculous. - It's a figure of speech.
There's really not a cab with my name on it.
- We'll give you a ride home. - That's plenty wide to you.
He likes cabs. It reminds him of the Big Apple.
We live in the same neighbourhood...
No need to punish the environment unnecessary.
- That you'll put out, of course. - This? Yeah, of course.
And here!
I got shotgun!
CALIFORNICATION
Series I Episode 9
No way, man!
What is so great about that 30 dollar salad?
Yes, shit, fine. Whatever!
That's fine. Eight o'clock. You weren't planning on cooking were you?
I gotta go to Coy for the four hundreth fucking time.
I'm surprised I don't shit crispy rice with spicy tuna.
Shall I bring you something? Maybe some baked crab rolls?
We can eat in bed while we watch those CSI Miami I've saved up on TIVO.
A little late-night snack with your snack daddy?
I'm good. I actually think I might have a thing tonight.
A thing?
I'm thinking about going to the book club.
- You'll be home early then. - Earlish, I guess.
Why so curious all of a sudden? You said you're going out tonight.
I'm not curious all of a sudden,
I know you hate that fucking book club.
When you commit to something, you're supposed to stick with it.
Sure.
I guess I'll leave you to it, then. See you later.
Dad!
That's my name. Don't wear it out.
You guys. Oh My God. That was incredible.
I want you to play that song at the wedding.
- Let's not get carried away. - What do you mean?
You're very good, but....
If you give 'em some time, they could bone up on some Supertramp.
You don't want them to play that song?
I don't mean anything, I thought we decided on the string quartet.
We haven't talk about any of this and I think, perhaps...
- Bec? - Yes, Posh?
Your guests could use a beverage. What do you think?
Agreed.
I don't want to get your hopes up.
But you keep rolling with the marital discord,
and I see you across from Oprah on a big yellow couch. Fingers crossed.
- Okay, great. Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Are you coming up? - No. Why?
- For the make up sex. - Are you fucking insane, Hank?
We can do it right here. Do the seats on this recline?
Hank, whatever sex we're gonna have, we've had. It's over.
It's late to play hard to get.
We need to start acting like we split up already. Let's just forget about it.
Who could forget such a knee-rattling orgasm?
You were grieving. I was co-grieving. It was a slip.
It was a good slip. You knocked something loose down there, tiger.
- I wrote something. - That's great, Hank.
I don't think you heard me. I wrote something.
Not that blog shit, something real. That's why I was in New York so long.
I sat down at my mother's Smith Corona,
I didn't get up for two weeks. I got many pages here, honey.
- It's rough, but it's something. - Great. I wish you luck.
You fucked it out of me, and you don't want to take responsibility for it?
Hanky fuck you. I'm not that person anymore.
I'm not your security blanket. I have my own life.
You're not in the least bit interested?
Yes, I'm fucking curious. But I'm not gonna read it.
- I'm not taking no for an answer. - I'm sure it's excellent.
Most likely, it's a piece of crap. I won't know until you tell me.
That's the way it's always gone. I give it to you, you tell me.
I can't tell the difference between the ridiculous and the sublime
until you tell me. Be careful with that. You've got my life in your hands.
Hank, don't say... This is just words. Take it.
Words is all I have left to play with. So be gentle.
Tell Becca to expect a gentleman call and to put on her best frak.
Hank, please, take this.
Honestly, thank you. Smell you later.
Fuck.
Say it!
- Okay, you're a good agent. - That's right, motherfucker!
If it hadn't been for me putting that clause in your contract,
you wouldn't be holding that big, fat wad of cash.
- Fucking blood money is what it is. - Who the fuck cares?
Thanks to the aggressively mediocre taste of the movie going public,
you now get to reap the benefits. Bonus time, baby. Treat yourself.
- Treat myself? - Get yourself a new car.
I don't want a new car. I like my old one. It's got character.
If by character you mean lady juice in every nook and cranny
of the upholstery, you're absolutely right.
- That explains a lot, actually. - So get it washed then.
You could probably even get yourself one of those little
prepaid coupon booklets. You put it in the glove compartment.
- That's how you roll? - That's how I roll, baby.
I did purchase what is commonly referred to by the kids
as a big-ticket item.
What'd that be?
- I'm getting a bad feeling here. - Why is that?
I'm thinking you intend to give that to someone who might be engaged.
- That's the plan, motherfucker. - Don't do this to yourself, Hank.
Don't do what to myself? Don't go after what I want? I've done the research.
Karen and I belong together. And I feel good.
Just the past little while, things are looking up for me.
- I feel a change. I wrote something. - Wait. You what?
You wrote something? Okay. I've dreamed about this moment,
the one where you come to me, pages in hand.
You say, "please read this". I do, and it's fucking genius.
I sell it, we both get our sells back on track,
and we all live happily ever fucking after.
- Fuck me. No pressure there. - What did you write?
A screenplay? A short story?
Fuck that noise! No more screenplays. It's a novel.
It's a short novel. It's a modern-day answer to Lolita.
An older man unwittingly beds an underage girl.
Unravels his life completely. Highjacks ensue.
You gave me a broner.
Where is it? Let me read it! Dani, cancel my lunch!
I gave it to Karen. She reads all my stuff first.
Slip me a copy. I promise I won't read it till after she's done.
That's the only one. I went old-school this time.
I hunted and pecked like a motherfucker.
Whatever. This is great fucking news, pal!
I'm not so sure, Charlie. Most likely, it sucks.
That's where I come in. I'll sell the shit out of it.
By the time I'm through, nobody will be able to tell
whether it's a piece of shit or the work of genius.
There's a difference?
WASH ME
Leave me alone.
- A hostile. - I'm browsing.
If I have any questions, I'll ask you. Now, shoo, you little parasite.
- She's still coming. - What do you do?
- I'm a writer. - Movies? TV?
Books. Novels. The occasional haiku.
Let me know if you have any questions.
What the fuck was that? You blew me off. You think I can't afford
this penile implant on wheels, so you're done with me.
- I didn't say that. - You didn't have to. I got feelings.
I want to drive this one.
- Let me get the keys. - Please.
- I love L.A. - So, what do you think?
- It's really clean. - That's it?
This is one of the finest automobiles the world has to offer.
I'm not a big car guy.
I think if I got to open it up past 7 mph, I might fall in love with it.
Get off that phone before I stuff it up your ass? I'm done.
- Hey, buddy! - Are you kidding me?
- I kid you not, sir. Shame on you. - Mind your own fucking business.
You don't wanna be that guy. Look at her!
She's perfect. She's drop-dead. She's firecrackers on the 4th!
You'll never do better, but she can.
Tell me something. What do I have to do to get you into this car?
Let's talk about the extras.
I like the BMW, too, though. No, I like it. It's roomy.
It's leather!
Honey, your dad's here!
- What the fuck is that? - Just ignore that.
It's hard. It's very shiny.
What about that? Did you? Any thoughts? Notes?
Did the kool-aid still taste as sweet?
Shall I turn around so you can blow smoke up my ass more easily?
You wanna fuck me 'cause I'm a genius?
I didn't have a second to breathe, I'm so sorry.
No, don't be sorry.
Honey... I just thought you'd be more intrigued.
No, I am intrigued. I'm also kind of...
Horny?
No. Like you? Like 23 hours a day? Like some rutting moose, no.
The Billdo is back in black, and you're not warm for his form.
That shit tells me something. I'll just grab Becca.
You gotta catch up on your reading.
It's even more phallic than the last one.
- You like? - I liked the old one better.
It had character. And a funky smell.
- Where are we going? - It's a surprise.
I suggest you brew one of your special teas,
settle into a backbreaking piece of modern furniture,
and curl up with your favorite author.
A Martin Amis, or a Virginia Woolf or a Charles Bukowksi?
Imposters, all.
- Whatever I want? - Whatever you want.
The possibilities are endless.
Go with something classic and timeless,
that looks like Keith Richards might have throw up on it at some point,
something that would make Jon Bon Jovi quake in his acid-washed jeans.
- Like that one? - This blue one? Yeah.
- Is Dave around, man? - No, he's on vacation.
- You need some help? - No, he's an old friend of mine.
I just figured he could help me with some cash.
Bummer.
Come on, pretty girl.
- Father? - Offspring?
That was a nice guitar.
Yes. Sometimes, it's best not to get involved in the affairs of others.
That's interesting, coming from the most intrusive man I know.
Excuse me!
That's a beautiful fiddle you've got there.
How much you want for it?
- It's worth a lot, man. - I'll bet.
I can put it on EBay and get over 10 grand, easy.
How much you want for it?
- I'd take a grand. - You said it's worth 10 at least.
- You gotta do what you gotta do. - Yeah, I hear that.
How about 13.5?
- Don't fuck with me. - I'm a couple hundred short.
If you give me your address, I can send you a check.
Don't worry about it. Just play it in good health.
Thank you.
My lady, your ax awaits.
- You're a good daughter. - My hair.
I'm sorry. Come on.
I have a confession to make. You know what you said earlier
about not wanting Becca to play at the wedding?
- Bill, that really bothered me. - I didn't mean anything by it.
I just don't want our wedding to be some big joke.
I don't want it to be some kind of adults-only affair,
all stuffy. I want it to be fun and whimsical
and something we're gonna remember forever.
I hear you. Maybe Becca can learn some... Van Morrison.
There's nothing that makes this man cry like a little "Brown eyed girl."
That's definitely a compromise.
Bill, there's something else I want to tell...
One second!
- Hi, Bill. - "Dad" or "daddy", please.
- What's this? - It's Hank's new book.
Hank wrote a new book? Fuck me running!
- Sorry. Can I read it? - I don't think that's appropriate.
Well, is it good?
- I haven't read it yet. - Why not?
What is this?
My god. How did you even...
I remembered you saying how much you liked the view from your dorm room
so I convinced these lovely little N.Y.U co-eds
to let me take a picture from their dorm room,
which, once upon a time, was your dorm room.
- You're just adorable. - I try.
- What was it you wanted to tell me? - Oh, nothing.
No, nothing. Come here.
Marce!
Get that sweet, little hairless ass of yours downstairs!
- We've got some celebrating to do! - I thought you had a dinner.
I did. I bailed at the last second. I wanted to see you.
Why?
I need an excuse to see my wife all of a sudden?
No, it's just... What is there to celebrate?
- Hank wrote something. - Kudos to Hank. He's a writer.
This is a big deal, sweetie. This is like the return of old Hank.
Or I don't know. Maybe it's the new Hank.
But the guy came into my office today
with a giant engagement ring he bought for Karen.
What are you talking about?
The only thing I could think when I saw it was, "hope".
Things have been really fucked-up around here.
You know it, too, right? Ever since the nipple incident.
Or, actually, before then. But the thing I realize now is
that I was just really depressed.
And if Hank can get his shit together, so can I.
- That's exactly what I'm gonna do. - Good for you, Charlie.
I want you to know, baby, that I'm sorry.
For what?
For letting us get to a place in our lives where we actually thought
we needed a threesome to get ourselves back on track.
- You needn't apologize for that. - I do, because it is not right.
I want you to know... that you are all I need, baby.
You're right, Charlie. Things have changed since nipple-gate.
I want to go right back where we were before.
- I don't think that's possible. - Good. Me, too.
Or... wait. What? You don't?
No. The thing with your tit made things very clear to me.
The morning after our ill-fated threesome, I woke up,
and the only thing I wanted to do was call Dani.
I don't know if that makes me a fucking rug-muncher...
That sweet, little Goth nutjob makes this girl want
to put her finger in the dike.
What are you saying?
- What the fuck? - We were watching Bound just now.
You're right. That shit is hot.
You have quite a movie collection. And quite a wife.
- You're fired, missy. - Too late, boss.
I think it's time I moved on to a new desk.
- Maybe I'll even be an agent someday. - I know about everything.
I know about the "s" and "m" and the light "b" and "d".
I'm not mad. I'm just kind of sad. And sexually awakened.
I think we should go out there and fuck all the people
we never fucked. Let's just rock out with our cocks out!
Carpe motherfucking diem, baby!
What if I don't want to rock out with my cock out?
What is that? What about the guitar Bill got you?
This one's special. Timeless. Classic.
It looks like Keith Richards threw up on it back in the '70s.
- Thanks, dad. - You're welcome. Now go practice.
Extra loud so you annoy the neighbors and Bill.
I've got to talk to your mom.
A chill just ran up my sack. Hold on a second.
- I've got to prepare myself. - Yeah, me too.
Okay, just like old times. Give it to me straight.
I want it all. Here we go.
Lay it on me. Brutal truth.
- I can't. - You love ripping me to shreds.
It's not as much fun when I give you permission?
Look at me.
You didn't read it. You didn't fucking read it.
I can't read it, Hank.
Why not?
Because I can't go back. That part of my life is over now.
There are a number of things going through my mind to say to you now,
but only one is coming to the forefront. And that is...
- Fuck, we had the sex, Karen. - Shut the fuck up!
Shutting me up is not gonna make it any less true.
That was a one time thing, okay? It's done. I don't regret it.
Why would you? You came, like, three times. OK, twice...
Now I regret it. Now I do regret it.
Hank, the fact that you wrote this is fucking incredible.
I'm so proud of you. And I'm so glad that you have finally opened
a new chapter in your life.
And it's here, and it's great. You have to do it on your own.
What if I don't want to?
What if I want to go back and do it all over again?
Only this time not make the same mistakes. This time do it better.
This time, do it right. With jewelry.
I don't love you anymore. I love Bill.
I'm gonna marry Bill. And I really need you to respect that.
I'm a fucking asshole.
I'm a motherfucking asshole.
Do you know how to get to the 405 from here?
On foot? You could walk over to Lincoln.
Get the fuck out of the car, motherfucker!
Get out of the car!
Get in, let's go!
Shut the fuck up!
Subtitling MONICA REU
CALIFORNICATION Series I, episode 9