Californication (2007–2014): Season 7, Episode 10 - Dinner with Friends - full transcript

Hi!

Hank, I told you!

I know you told me,
but I wanted to see for myself.

You're convalescing
quite nicely...

- quite nicely, indeed.
- Thank you very much.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have some food on the stove.

Oh, you're hungry, are you?

Hank, I'm making myself
something to eat.

Wouldn't you rather
go out to dinner,

you know, blow the stink off?

I mean, not that you ever
really stink,



although sometimes
in the morning with the breath,

but I don't mind that.

I can kiss
right through that shit.

I love it, actually.

Your effluvium has always been
quite refreshing to me...

- Okay!
- Like cucumber lemonade...

or cucumber spa water.

Hank, are these words
for me or for you?

For both of us, Karen.

Wordplay, foreplay--
it's all the same thing.

You know what?
I'm exhausted.

I want to go lie down.
It's just, like--

Oh, oh, is that an invite?

J.K., as the kids say.
J.K.



Come on,
I'll provide the transpo.

I won't even try
to finger you while I drive.

- Oh, please.
- I promise.

I might try to gauge
your heat, though...

over the clothes.

I am not a fucking animal.

You are making it really hard
for me to say no.

Allow me to appeal
to the foodie in you.

It's at a new place.
A pop-up, if you will.

It's all the rage, four stars.

The blogosphere is abuzz.

- That is so mean.
- I know. I know.

You know how much I love
trying new restaurants.

- I do.
- Don't say that shit.

I do know that.
I do know that.

- Karen?
- Hmm?

- Something is burning.
- Oh!

I do believe your sad little
solo dinner is ruined.

- Fire!
- Oh, my!

Okay, so you didn't forget
your wallet.

Nope.

This is a new pop-up
restaurant?

Yep.

So let's get it over with.
I'm fucking starving.

Oh, I see
what you're doing here, Karen.

You're establishing an attitude

to combat the romantic mood
that I've established here.

And you know what?
I'm okay with that.

You know, that actually gives me
something to work with.

In fact, it's the very essence
of drama.

A guy wants something,
something stands in his way.

Little Engine That Could--
same thing.

Oh, my God.
Hank, just shut the fuck up.

Refresh yourself.
Tranya!

Have a drink.
In vino veritas...

or something like that.

In wine, there is truth,
I believe.

Mm-hmm.

In whiskey,
there may be a little more.

In tequila,
there's, like, a lot of truth.

Okay, great.
Where are the Runkles?

Mm.
Oh, those guys?

Yeah, they went out to dinner
on Abbot Kinney--

that little pop-up
I was telling you about.

What?
They got to go there?

Well, you know I wanted
to try that place.

Why didn't you just
take me there?

Because I thought
this would be way more charming.

Dinner at Charlie
and Marcy's house?

Come on, a dinner slaved over
by yours truly...

at an empty Malibu Beach house?

This place is ours for hours.

- Hank.
- Yes.

Look at me.

I am not gonna sleep with you.

- I have no such expectations.
- Bullshit.

What is all this for if it's
not to pry my legs apart?

I wanted to do this for you.
You deserve it.

I mean, ever since I've
come back, I've been adrift.

Obviously Levon rocked my world.

Mm-hmm.

And I've been down some roads

that have led to some
pretty dirty back alleys,

but through it all,
I've kept my eye on the prize.

- Hank.
- Yes.

Aren't you tired?

I mean, don't you just, like,

want to start again
with someone new?

No. God, no.
Is that what you want?

Yeah.
I mean, sometimes. Sure.

Why would I find a new life

when I haven't perfected
the perfectly good old one?

Well, exactly.
Maybe you can't perfect it.

I mean, at a certain point,

it just--
you know, it is what it is.

- And then we die.
- I don't agree.

I do not agree.

See, I've learned a lot
about myself

- during our time in the sun.
- Mm-hmm.

And through it all, I have
only ever wanted one thing--

you.

Maybe wanting is not enough.

- Isn't it, though?
- I don't think so.

I disagree.

Yeah, but it's not a debate.

It's not something you can win.

I'm not trying to win anything.

Yes, you are.
Yes, you are.

You're--you're always, like,
trying a new angle,

- like this, you know...
- No.

Some huge, grand,
romantic gesture.

What grand, romantic gesture?

What we really need to do
is just look at our history

and realize...
it doesn't work.

I mean, we don't work.

Now, now, Karen,

let's not turn this
into some dry history lesson.

Let's just enjoy
this glorious meal, okay?

Have a bite,
have another sip of wine.

Let's, you know,
savor each other's company.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mangia!

In vino veritas.

- You said that already.
- I did?

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, it's true.

- Hank?
- Hmm?

- This is really good.
- I know, right?

Did you make this by yourself?

Yeah, yeah.

No.

I tried, but I failed miserably.

What I made looked like
sick on a plate,

tasted even worse.

So I went out and I procured
some high-end takeout--

full disclosure.

- I'm sorry.
- That's okay, sweetie.

You see that?

You are charmed by
my failed attempts to charm you.

- Yeah, a little.
- Have more wine.

There's truth in it, you know.

There's someone at the door.

- Hi!
- Hi.

- Not a good time.
- I'm sorry.

I just--I felt bad
about things,

and I, uh--I wanted to see
how you were doing.

- I'm well.
- And how's Karen?

- She's well--
- She's fine.

Oh, hi!

Oh, I'm so sorry!
Oh, God, I had no idea.

- I-I'll be on my way.
- No, please, stay, stay.

Don't be silly.

I mean, you're obviously
in the middle of something.

No, just dinner.

What do you mean
"just dinner"? "Just dinner"?

- Oh.
- Please stay.

We need to get to know
one another.

I mean, our paths are gonna be
crossing here and there, right?

Well, why don't you guys,
you know,

make a date
to meet for coffee next week?

- That sounds like a good idea.
- You want some wine?

- You know, after tonight.
- Oh, yeah.

Yeah, God, I would love
a glass of wine.

Uh-huh, it's kind of good.
Here.

- Thank you, Karen.
- You're welcome, Julia.

Wow.

This is so great.

We were there at the same time.

Well, it stands to reason,
and having a kid with him.

- Holy shit, right?
- Mm.

- This is still so great.
- Yeah.

Could we have
some more wine, please?

Do you have any dessert?

Oh, I'd be happy to, Karen.

- Hi!
- What? What's wrong?

What's not wrong?

And our credit cards
get declined--all of them.

Runks got pissy.
They called the cops.

It was a whole big to-do!

You could've left
the door open for me, you know.

You knew I was coming in.

Just slamming it like that--
that's very rude.

We need to stick
together here, Marcy.

- Hello. Hello.
- Hi.

You invited Julia to your
romantic dinner with Karen?

You dirty dog, you.

I just stopped by unannounced.

- Oh, I see.
- Marcy Runkle.

- Hi.
- Your kid's a doll.

Thank you so much!
Wow!

You have the nicest friends.

Marcy Runkle,
would you like perhaps

to continue
our propositional conversation

in the bedroom maybe?

No, I would like
to seek outside counsel.

Karenina, Karenina.

Now that you're better,
can I ask you a question?

- Anything.
- Okay.

Stu wants to sleep
with me again.

- Of course he does.
- For a million dollars.

What?

He would pay you a million
dollars to sleep with you?

Yes.

Would he pay me
a million dollars

- to sleep with me?
- What the fuck, Karen?

What are you talking about?

- That's disgusting.
- What? It's a lot of money.

Gluten-free
artisanal custard tort.

- Oh, that's lovely.
- Wow!

Is Stu
the big bald producer guy?

Yeah, that's right.

You know, I saw the outline
of his penis through his pants

at the table read the other day,
and it was freakishly big.

Yeah, that's my ex.
Anyway, listen...

he wouldn't be into you, honey,

'cause he's only into tiny,
petite little fuck dolls.

That's my girl--
tiny, little, petite fuck doll.

- Okay, so should I do it?
- No. No.

That's my girl.

- But we are fucking broke!
- I know.

Jesus Christ!
Julia. Julia.

Would you fuck a guy
for a million dollars?

He's got a great big cock,
fills you right up.

Jesus, Marcy!

You know, I have never been
that much of a size queen.

I prefer a pretty penis.

That's right, baby.

I'm sorry, Karen.
It's just--it's very confusing.

And--and you invited her
to join us, so...

It's true--we have
both experienced his penis.

- And it--
- Mm-hmm.

- It is pretty.
- It's okay.

I've seen it.

I tugged on it
a couple times accidentally.

That's disgusting.

It's a nice one--
smooth helmet. Good job, kid.

Hey, I'm right there
with you all.

It's a good-looking cock,
no homo.

- You guys are swell.
- Well...

Krull, my good man.
Welcome.

Seriously,
with this fucking guy again?

Hello, love.

I've been seeing
a lot of you lately...

in my dreams--

me daydreams,
me wide-awake dreams,

when I'm tugging meself.

- Oh. Okay.
- That's neat. Thanks.

Charlie, are you just gonna let
this degenerate

talk to me like that?

This degenerate
happens to be a client, Marcy.

Besides, he is complimenting
you, right, Krull?

- Absolutely, love.
- Oh.

And, yeah, I noticed
you never have a problem

when a certain
perverted millionaire

talks to you like that.

Excuse me. I was married
to that perverted millionaire.

Hello, Hank.

Krull, good to see you, my man.

You too, buddy.

- I drove him back, you know.
- Oh, nice.

- On the back of me bike.
- Mm-hmm, for you.

Least you could've done
was give him some suction.

- That was a long ride.
- Bumpy too.

It kind of numbed out my taint.

Yeah, that happens.
Who's this?

- Hi. I'm Julia.
- Hello, love.

Mm.

Krull.
Rock 'n' roll butler.

That's cool.

Speaking of such things,

I got some pages for you,
there, Churchill.

Forgot about the time
when I walked in on Atticus,

and he was blowing himself,
and I surprised him.

He ended up blowing a load
on the pair of us.

I got combat pay
for that one, though.

You see, Marcy?
You see?

This is exactly
the kind of salacious details

that sells
these rock 'n' roll memoirs.

Okay.

Whoa.
Hi, Levon.

Hello, hello, hello.

Hey, everyone.

Mom?
What are you doing here?

Well, I just--I had to have
a word with your dad.

Didn't I tell you
to stay away from him

until he puts a ring
on that finger?

Hey, what's that about?

I don't want you
taking advantage of my moms, yo.

What the--nobody's
taking advantage of her, yo.

She's horny, single,

and emotionally vulnerable
right now.

Honey, that's enough, okay?
Who is your friend?

- Can I get you a drink?
- Mm-hmm.

Ah.

Why aren't you answering
your phone?

'Cause I've been busy hosting.

- Who's your friend?
- This is Mi.

Hey, hang on.
I know Mi.

I knew you look familiar,
big boy.

You pick me up on bike.

That's right,
outside the All-American Burger.

Yeah, you jerk off on me.

That's a good memory.

Mi got good head for tricks.

Yeah, you sure do, darling.
You sure do.

Oh.

So I went to that
comic book store on Sunset.

I met her when I was coming out.

She was super nice,
real friendly.

I guess I owe her more money

than I currently have
on my person.

- What did you do?
- Everything, dude.

We went around
the fucking world--

- in the butt and everything.
- Holy shit.

She made me wear
a condom, though.

- It was really hard to come.
- Too much. How much?

Look, I don't want to limit
your sexual exploration,

but you got to lay off
the hookers,

because it's illegal,
and there's diseases.

No, mama!

- I make him put bag on it.
- Mi.

That's good, I guess.

He had a tough time...

I did.
I'm sorry, mom.

This is not what
a mother wants for her son.

No.

Julia, I told them that
the last time.

- You did?
- Yes!

God, thank you, Karen.
That is so sweet.

You're so welcome.
I am so sorry.

I don't understand.

Yes.

Rath.
What are you doing here?

Hey.
Uh, is Hank around?

Hank, sorry to bother you
at home,

but a friend of yours insisted.

Moody!

Eddie Nero--
as I live and breathe.

Ah!

- Put me back in my chair.
- Okay. All right.

No! It's okay.

I'll do it myself.

Dare I ask why
you're in a wheelchair?

Have you finally
had your genitals removed?

No, don't be silly.
It was just a flight of fancy--

an a-lister's daydream.

I thought I'd lost all my loads.

Then your lovely soul mate
taught me otherwise.

- Karen!
- Eddie.

Let me pepper you with kisses.

How are you?
It's so nice to see you.

It's so good to see you, Karen.

Good.

- Okay.
- Ah, can you feel it?

This is the site
of our erotic encounter.

The wood of this humble abode
has absorbed my seed,

my very essence.

Are you as moist as I am?

Hey, pussy fart.
How are you?

Good, Eddie.
How are you?

No, no.
I'm on duty.

Ah, of course.
Karen?

For my character,
that I will be essaying

in an upcoming episode
of TV's Santa Monica Cops,

which I have agreed to do

because all the finest
movie stars

are coming to television today.

And why not?

Two days on a set
plus a meaty monologue

equals...
Emmy nomination!

I'm going
for the motherfucking EGOT--

Emmy, Golden Globe, Oscar, Tony.

And for that,
I will provide sexual favors

to Neil Patrick Harris,
if needed.

Anyway, Moody, I need you
to write me a monologue.

I miss our collaborations.

Rath is a fine writer,
but he's terse.

I need someone who can provide

a glorious golden shower
of verbiage.

And the Emmy goes...

to Edward fucking Nero.

Good God, there are
some beautiful women

around here tonight.

I'm glad I still have
all my loads.

We could have quite
the bukkake party later.

My character--
he cannot achieve an erection.

He's been robbed of his manhood.

But he's still a force
to be reckoned with.

Ow!

Ow!

Hey! I know you...

from Sunset and Gardner.

Hey!
That right, motherfucker!

Did not recognize you
with the mustache.

Hey.
You poop on me.

You're welcome.

Good news--

Rath's hitting it off
with Karen over there.

- Why is that good news?
- Good news for me.

He's staying the fuck away
from my mom for once.

Yeah, well, guess who's
chatting up your fucking mom,

- is Eddie fucking Nero.
- Yeah, we'll see.

Movie star or not, that guy will
get the fucking stink finger

- if he tries anything.
- No, no, no. No.

Stink finger
is powerless over him.

Dude poops on people.

Ugh.
That's fucking unsettling.

- You think?
- Yeah.

Hmm.

Hi.
What's going on here?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Um, well, I was just having
the greatest conversation

- with your boss.
- Oh.

Yeah, well, he's not really
my boss, per se.

Well, how else
would you put it, Hank?

I like to think of us
as compatriots,

you know, birds of a feather,
kindred spirits,

writers, men...

- men.
- I hired you. I can fire you.

I'd say that makes me your boss.

Okay, fine.
Yeah, be that way.

You know,
this evening started out

as an attempted intimate dinner
for the two of us.

And at some point,
I would like to...

- Um, yeah.
- Get back to...

- Well, it's okay, sweetie.
- That particular--

'Cause I can--
I can catch up with you anytime.

I mean, you know,

I don't know when I'm next
gonna get to see Rick.

We can see each other
as often as you like, Karen,

because you guys
aren't together, right?

- Well...
- Right.

I mean, that's a--

Yeah, well, these things
are very complicated with Hank.

You know, I asked him
about Julia.

He said he wasn't involved
with her.

Next thing you know,
he was inside of her, so...

Inside of her?
Wow.

Um, okay.

Yeah, well, why am I surprised?

I mean, of course he was.

Well...it's just
as well I like her, I guess.

- I'll get that.
- I got it. I got it.

- Hello, Leon.
- It's Levon.

Why is that so fucking hard
for people to get?

Charlie, Marcy,

so sorry to barge in
on you guys like this,

but I must have a word.

Hello, Edward.
How are you, brah?

Stu, my favorite moneyman!

Stu, I'm not even gonna
get up off this fucking couch

to deal with this shit.

First of all,
thanks to Eddie Nero here,

my fucking knee is killing me.

Besides, everyone knows, Stu.
Everyone knows.

Well, in that case...

Look away, Marcy!
Look away!

- But it's so beautiful.
- And it's all yours.

Just say the word

and, uh, sign right here
on the dotted line

and if you could initial
here and here.

Stu, was is it about this woman?

Edward,
I'm so glad you asked me.

Entering her is like walking

into the most wonderful
candy store in the world.

Spending time inside of her
is akin to cocooning yourself

in the softest,
most exotic of silks.

I remember
I used to be able to press

on her cute little tummy

and feel myself
just throbbing away in there.

The hum was electric.

You have to remember
that, Marcy.

- Yeah, I guess I do.
- I'm gonna throw the fuck up.

If sex is what allows us

to transcend this average,
everyday, humdrum existence

and get us
that much closer to God,

then it was with Marcy

that I came within
spitting distance of my maker.

What has happened to you, Stu?

Have you lost your fucking mind?

Perhaps I need to experience
this pint-sized powerhouse.

I've seen her go at it.

She's like a feral cat
with a greedy snatch.

Greedy snatch!
Give me, give me, give me!

- All for it, none for you.
- What?

Well, consider this
a signing bonus--10% up front.

Do with it what you will.

- We have to talk.
- Ow!

Come here.

- Listen to me.
- What?

This kind of cash could get us

out of all
of our immediate debt.

Marcy, I have put out feelers
about the Krull book,

and I could get us
at least that much...

Almost.

What about next month?
And the month after?

Runkle, don't kid yourself.
Things are tough out there.

I'm offering you
some sweet relief.

I mean, give yourself a break.

And you got to think
about little Stuart, huh?

My namesake.

Stu, you have got to stop
disrespecting me

in my own home!

Oh, this is clearly a rental.

Hit him!

Ow! Ow!

Ow!

Okay, Runkle...

now you pushed me too far.

I'm gonna--

- Aah! Aah! Aah!
- Stop it!

Charlie!

All right.

My boy Runkle's got some serious
retard strength right now.

- Just--yeah.
- Come on.

Get him off.

No fighting!
Not on my watch!

Holy shit.
That thing is real?

When I'm in research mode,
I go all out.

I'm not fucking around.

Okay, I'm calling the network.
I cannot work with this guy.

- I thought Hashtag was bad.
- No one should fight like this.

No man should fight like this.

Last time I was here,
I fought much like this

with a man named Hank Moody,

who bested me that night
and deservedly so.

And do you know why?

Because I slept with his woman.

Wheelchair or not, Nero,

I will kick you
in the fucking cock.

There's no need.
I have a confession to make.

I did not penetrate
your beloved that night.

I fully intended to,

but I hadn't come with a woman
in so long that I merely...

- made wet in my tunic.
- Whoa.

She did me the great honor

of making it seem
like we made sweet love,

which is why she is such
an incredible woman.

What is this, fucking Christmas?

This is great news.
Why didn't you tell me that?

Because I didn't want
to betray Eddie's confidence.

Uh-huh.

Her loveliness is giving me
an erection right now...

No.

In spite of my best efforts
to stay in character.

You know, and also,

I kind of wanted you
to think that we had.

Oh, really?
You did, did you?

Karen, if you would grant me
another chance,

I am reasonably sure
I could penetrate you

in a satisfactory manner...

Although
you would have to lift me up

off of the chair into the bed.

Have you ever had sex
with a handicapped man?

Eddie, I think we had a moment,

and I think
that moment's passed.

Oh.

Thank you for your honesty.

What about you, Goldilocks?

You ever made love
to a paraplegic?

Actually, I did once.

I really liked him,
but then Levon scared him away.

He told him
if he tried anything funny,

he'd pushed him into traffic.

What?
I was young and angry, okay?

I didn't have a fucking father.

He was really good at oral sex.

Gross. That's fucking foul.

I knew I should've pushed
that fucking gimp into traffic.

Hey, that's not nice.

I'm sorry to say, yes.
I mean, he was really good.

- That's rough.
- Whoa!

Not any better
than Edward R. Nero,

who is nothing
if not a cunning linguist.

You know,
I'm a single mom, Eddie.

And I'm not easily wooed.

I'm a single father
with millions of dollars

and unlimited loads.

"Unrimited roads"?

Empty your pockets, bitches!

Everyone do exactly
what she says.

I am in extraordinary shape,

but I do not think I could
survive a bullet in the head.

- Okay.
- Come on!

- Are you fucking kidding?
- Nope.

Hurry! Now!

I thought you used to be a cop.

- Shut up.
- I was a fucking transit cop.

Okay? What difference
does it make anyway.

I don't have a gun on me.

Edward!

Ow!

Later, bitches!

Bye, Mi.

- Hey!
- I had fun tonight.

That's mine!

Aren't you glad we didn't go

to some boring place
on Abbot Kinney?

Do you think
Eddie's gonna be okay?

He seemed all right
as they were loading him

into the ambulance.

He asked me to email him
the draft of the monologue asap

so he can start learning
his lines.

It's not like
he's actually human or anything.

I think he's gonna be fine.

Isn't it crazy
how nothing good ever happens

in Charlie and Marcy's house?

It's like that place was built

on some Indian burial ground
or something.

Yeah. It's like
there's a whole bunch

of horny Malibu Indians
rolling around underneath there.

I don't know.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Hey, at least I learned that you
didn't do sex with Eddie Nero,

so I will sleep easier tonight.

And I learned
that you recently did do sex

with the mother
of your first child.

I'm sorry about that.

Why?
It's your life.

If there's something about it
you don't like,

you could change it.

- I am trying.
- Hank...

again, I ask you why.

You thrive on chaos.

I mean, you need to be
in the middle

of some kind of mess
of your own creation, right?

That's what makes you
attractive...

and also impossible
to live with.

"Impossible"
is a very strong word, Karen.

Hank, I love you...

but I can't be with you.

When will you accept that?

Never.

It's also
what makes me attractive.

Yeah...

and very lonely.

? Tell myself
you never loved me ?

? no ?

? oh, no ?

? Time cast a spell on you ?

? but you won't forget me ?

? I know
I could have loved you ?

? but you would not let me ?

? I will follow you down ?

? till the sound of my voice ?