- PREVIOUSLY ON CALIFORNICATION...
- 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?
- INCREDIBLY SAD.
- MAKE ME SAD.
- WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?
- STU BEGGS. NICE TO MEET YOU.
I MET THE WIFE.
- YEAH, SOON-TO-BE-EX. SPLITSVILLE.
- SO YOU WOULDN'T MIND IF I TOOK A CRACK AT HER?
- WANT TO KNOW HOW MANY WOMEN I'VE SLEPT WITH?
- MM-MM.
- I GOT TO GET IT UP TO 100.
TRIPLE DIGITS.
THEN I CAN DIE HAPPY.
- I'M PREGNANT. - I'M GONNA BE A FATHER!
- I'M CARRYING CHARLIE'S BABY.
- WHAT? - WHAT THE FUCK?
- YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK, DAD?
I THINK IT'S ALL GONNA BE OKAY.
CHAPTERS END.
SOMETIMES YOU GOTTA SHAKE THINGS UP.
CHECK OUT OF THIS DUMP.
GO HOME.
[The Doors' Love Me Two Times]
- * LOVE ME TWO TIME, BABY
* LOVE ME TWICE TODAY
* LOVE ME TWO TIME, GIRL
- YOU'RE AMAZING.
A GODDESS.
A GIFT FROM ON HIGH.
YOU...DESERVE THE WHITE DRESS
AND THE HAPPY ENDING.
*
- * LOVE ME TWO TIME, BABY
- ARE WE GONNA TAKE THIS THING TO THE NEXT LEVEL OR WHAT?
- HUH? WHAT?
- WELL, WE'RE COMING UP ON A YEAR, HANK.
- REALLY? WOW.
TIME CERTAINLY DOTH FLY.
- WE'VE KEPT IT PRETTY CAS.
I'VE BEEN--I'VE BEEN PRETTY CAREFUL
ABOUT MAKING SURE I DON'T MAKE ANY DEMANDS ON YOUR TIME.
I DON'T WANT TO BE THAT GIRL.
- NO, YOU'VE BEEN A GREAT NOT-THAT GIRL.
- I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT YOU SEE US BECOMING...
EVENTUALLY.
- I SEE US BECOMING INCREDIBLY CLOSE,
GREAT FRIENDS EVENTUALLY.
[clears throat]
AFTER THE PART WHERE YOU HATE MY GUTS
FOR A LONG, COLD WINTER.
IT'S NOT THAT I'M NOT FOND OF YOU.
I AM.
INORDINATELY SO.
IT'S JUST THAT I ENJOY THE CASUAL NATURE OF THINGS.
I'M A CASUAL GUY.
YOU KNOW, I HAVE TO BE BECAUSE I'M DAMAGED.
BROKEN REALLY.
YOU KNOW, OLD DOG, NO NEW TRICKS.
BUT YOU, YOU'RE AMAZING.
A GODDESS. A GIFT FROM ON HIGH.
YOU DESERVE THE WHITE DRESS AND THE HAPPY ENDING.
I'M JUST NOT THE GUY TO GIVE IT TO YOU, YOU KNOW?
AND SEE, YOU'RE MAD.
I CAN TELL.
- I'M NOT MAD.
- YOU'RE NOT? - NO.
- WELL, I'M GLAD. - NO, NO.
IT'S JUST... YOU FUCKED ME IN THE ASS, HANK.
- OH, ARE WE SPEAKING METAPHORICALLY, BECAUSE--
- NO, I GAVE UP THE BUTT FOR YOU.
DO--DO YOU THINK I WOULD HAVE LET YOU SODOMIZE ME
IF I DIDN'T THINK THERE WAS A FUTURE HERE?
- YOU DID SAY THAT YOU LIKED IT
MORE THAN YOU THOUGHT YOU WOULD.
- YEAH, WELL, THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
- THAT'S NOT THE POINT.
- THIS MAN'S A MONSTER.
HE LIKES TO FUCK WOMEN IN THE ASS
AND THEN TELL 'EM THAT HE JUST WANTS TO KEEP IT CASUAL.
- * LOVE ME TWO TIMES
* I'M GOIN' AWAY
- [chuckles]
*
- * LOVE ME TWO TIME
* I'M GOIN' AWAY
* LOVE ME TWO TIMES
* I'M GOIN' AWAY
[cell phone tune]
- WHO CALLING MY PHONE?
- IT'S YO AGENT CALLING FROM THE COAST
WITH THE PROSPECT OF A SIGNIFICANT PAYDAY.
- I'LL TAKE IT.
- DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT IS?
- NOPE.
CAN YOU BOOK ME ON THE NEXT-ISH FLIGHT
TO THIS COAST OF WHICH YOU SPEAK?
- UH-OH. WHAT HAPPENED?
WHAT DID YOU DO?
- I'VE GOT KIND OF
A BUNNY-BOILER SITUATION HAPPENING.
SHE'S GOT A KEY TO MY PLACE.
I MAY NEED TO CRASH AT THE VILLA FOR A FEW DAYS.
IS THAT COOL? - HEY, MI CASA, AMIGO.
I'LL EVEN PICK YOU UP AT THE AIRPORT.
- THANKS, RUNKS. MUCH APPREESH.
- LOOKING FORWARD TO IT, BUDDY.
I'VE MISSED YO BLACK ASS!
- LATER, MASTURBATOR.
[camera clicks]
[cell phone chimes]
- [gasps] - OH, SHIT.
DID I JUST DO WHAT I THINK I JUST DID?
- YES.
- OH, I AM SO TRULY... - YOU DID.
- MADLY, DEEPLY SORRY.
- YOU KNOW, AND THAT DOESN'T CHANGE THE FACT
THAT I NOW HAVE A PUDDLE IN MY LAP.
- WELL, ONE COULD ARGUE THAT IT'S NOT ENTIRELY MY FAULT
THAT YOU FORCE GROWN MEN TO MAKE HUGE PUDDLES IN YOUR LAP.
- I'M NOT LAUGHING.
- SURE YOU ARE. LITTLE BIT?
ON THE INSIDE, MAYBE? YEAH.
- OKAY...I HAVE IT. THANKS.
- MAN, WHAT ARE THE ODDS?
- OF WHAT?
- USUALLY, I GET ON A PLANE,
I'M SEATED NEXT TO JOHN CANDY,
YOU KNOW, OR RUTH GORDON IF I'M LUCKY.
BUT I END UP NEXT TO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
IN THE TRI-STATE AREA, AND I GO AND SPILL A DRINK IN HER LAP.
NICE WORK, HUH?
STUPID, STUPID, STUPID.
- [chuckles]
THE TRI-STATE AREA?
- YOU'RE WORLD-CLASS.
YOU'RE RUNWAY CALIBER.
YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL YOU'RE ALMOST UGLY.
I JUST DIDN'T WANT IT TO GO TO YOUR HEAD.
HANK.
- UH, 2-A. THAT'S ME.
SORRY.
- WELL, YOU BETTER BE, PAL.
- OH, GOD, I'M SORRY.
- NO, NO, NO, NO, HOLD ON.
JUST WAIT. HOLD ON A SECOND.
CAN'T YOU JUST-- JUST TAKE HER SEAT?
- IF THE TICKET SAYS 2-A,
THEN 2-A IS WHERE I'M PARKING MY POSTERIOR.
[laughs]
- AH, REAL STICKLER FOR THE RULES, THIS GUY.
- THAT'S HOW WE KEEP THE TRAINS RUNNING ON TIME.
CHOO-CHOO! [laughs]
- NICE TO MEET YOU, HANK.
- BYE, MISS NEVER GOT YOUR...NAME.
- EXCUSE ME. - MY GOODNESS.
WOW.
SORRY.
- OH!
- [grunting]
AH! WHEW!
[sighs]
I HAVE GOT TO GET THIS UNDER CONTROL.
I'M ALMOST TOO FAT TO FLY.
SOME? - NO.
NO, I'M GOOD. THANKS.
- SHOOT, SORRY, SORRY.
- JEEZ, GO AHEAD BEFORE I SHIT MYSELF.
- EXCUSE ME?
- GO. GO SIT WITH YOUR WIFE.
SHE GUILTED ME INTO SWAPPING WITH YOU.
ENJOY YOUR FUCKING HONEYMOON.
- IT'S ALMOST LIKE THE PURSUIT OF THIS ONE WOMAN,
THIS ONE RELATIONSHIP, BECAME ITS OWN FORM OF HEROIN.
I WAS STRUNG OUT, YOU KNOW?
I WAS DRIVING HER CRAZY, MAKING MY KID MISERABLE.
BUT WHEN YOU FINALLY GIVE UP AND LET GO,
GOOD STUFF STARTS TO HAPPEN.
SHE'S BETTER NOW. MY KID'S FANTASTIC.
AND I'M KEEPING IT SIMPLE.
- SUCH A SAD, SWEET TALE OF WOE.
- I'M SURPRISED YOU MADE IT THROUGH THE WHOLE THING.
I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT TRY TO HANG YOURSELF THERE AT SOME POINT.
- YOU KNOW, I ACTUALLY DID THINK ABOUT IT,
BUT I FIGURED, YOU KNOW, THAT'D BE KIND OF RUDE
SINCE YOU WERE POURING YOUR HEART OUT AND ALL.
- APPRECIATE THAT. - YEAH.
BUT, YOU KNOW, THIS HAS-- THIS HAS BEEN NICE
TO ACTUALLY HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH SOMEONE
WHO ISN'T TRYING TO GET IN MY PANTS.
- YOU MEAN MY EPIC LOVE STORY FOR THE AGES
ISN'T PURE PANTY-PEELER?
- [chuckles]
OKAY, EXCUSE ME.
I'M GONNA GO TO THE LITTLE GIRLS' ROOM.
- WELL, IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO TRY TO GET IN YOUR PANTS,
DON'T TALK DIRTY TO ME.
- YOU KNOW, I REALLY HOPE THAT NO ONE COMES IN ON ME.
- LOCK THE DOOR.
- SEE, THAT'S THE THING.
I ALWAYS FORGET.
- [sigh]
- WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?
- I'M SORRY. I-I-I THOUGHT YOU--
- I'M JUST KIDDING.
- I THOUGHT YOU HAD TO PEE.
- I ALREADY DID.
- I'M SORRY I MISSED THAT.
- HAVE YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE?
- KISSED A GIRL?
A COUPLE OF TIMES.
- IN AN AIRPLANE BATHROOM?
- BELIEVE OR NOT, NO.
IT ALWAYS SEEMED LIKE MORE TROUBLE THAN IT WAS WORTH.
BUT, NOW THAT I'M HERE,
I THINK I WAS JUST HOLDING OUT FOR THE RIGHT GAL.
- FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST!
SAVE IT FOR THE HONEYMOON SUITE.
I'VE GOT SERIOUS WORK I GOTTA DO IN HERE.
[horn honking] - THANKS FOR, UH....
PRETTY MUCH THE BEST FLIGHT EVER.
- YOU'RE VERY WELCOME.
I GUESS WE SHOULDN'T RUIN IT BY KEEPING IN TOUCH OR ANYTHING.
- I-I COULDN'T AGREE MORE.
YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY--
WHAT HAPPENS IN SMALL, CRAMPED TOILETS
STAYS IN SMALL, CRAMPED TOILETS.
THAT'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE SAYINGS.
RIGHT UP THERE WITH "EATIN' AIN'T CHEATIN'."
- YOU KNOW, IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME
SINCE I JUST MADE OUT WITH A GUY.
- YOU DIRTY SLUT.
- I KNOW. IT WAS KINDA HOT, THOUGH.
- YEAH. YOU KNOW, MAYBE WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN SOMETIME
WITH MORE ROOM TO MOVE ONE'S EXTREMITIES.
YOU DID NOT EXPERIENCE MY BEST WORK, LADY.
I'VE GOT SOME SERIOUS MOVES.
I NEED TO BE ABLE TO EXTEND AND RETRACT AND...
I'VE GOT TO LOOSEN UP.
IF I HAVE--MAYBE I SHOULD GET YOUR NUMBER.
HOLD ON. LET ME JUST--
I CAN NEVER WORK THIS THING.
HEY, COME ON, COCK BLOCKER.
ROLL DOWN THE WINDOW.
HEY--
[horn honks]
- WHOO! - RUNKS!
- AAH! - LITTLE RUNKS!
UP HIGH FOR UNCLE HANKNESS.
YOU CAN DO IT! MY MAN!
HEY, YOU'RE LOOKING GOOD.
HE TALKING YET? - NOPE. NOT A WORD.
MARSTU TELL ME IT'S TOTALLY NORMAL.
- HOW OLD NOW? - 2.5.
- TOTALLY NOT NORMAL, CHARLIE. - I KNOW!
THAT'S WHAT I KEEP SAYING!
- THAT'S A SWEET RIDE YOU GOT HERE.
I WAS TOTALLY EXPECTING ONE OF YOUR FAGGOTY LITTLE GIRL CARS.
- THIS IS HOW MUCH I MISSED YOU.
LEASING THIS VERY EXPENSIVE PENIS EXTENSION
MADE ME FEEL CLOSER TO MY BROTHER FROM ANOTHER MOTHER.
- OH, YOU SWEET, BALD, COCK-HUNGRY HOMO, YOU.
- HANK, HANK.
HE MAY NOT SAY MUCH... - OH...
- BUT HE'S NOT DEAF. - I-I'M SORRY.
I JUST SEE YOU, I GET ALL EXCITED.
THE WORDS JUST SPILL OUT.
- HANK.
- SORRY. THEY ALL LOOK THE SAME.
WHAT? IN A GOOD WAY. - RIGHT.
CONDESCENDING TO THE LAST.
- MAYBE THE HOUSES ALL LOOK THE SAME,
BUT YOU... YOU LOOK AMAZING.
- THANK YOU.
EASY, TIGER.
[both laughing]
- OH, I CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAVEN'T FUCKED
FOR TWO YEARS, NINE MONTHS,
THREE WEEKS AND...
69 HOURS.
WHAT? IT'S A COMPLIMENT. I'D STILL TOTALLY DO YOU.
- GOOD TO KNOW.
- AS I RECALL, IT WAS MISH INTO DOGGIE...
SEGUED QUITE SEAMLESSLY INTO COWGIRL.
I CAME TWICE. YOU JUST THE ONCE.
A GUY REMEMBERS THESE THINGS.
IT WOULD APPEAR THAT I OWE YOU ONE.
- HOW ARE YOU, HANK? - MOST EXCELLENT, THANK YOU.
- MM-HMM. ARE YOU STILL KEEPING IT SIMPLE
WITH, UM, WHAT'S-HER-NAME? - NOPE.
ENDED THAT JUST LAST NIGHT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
- AH! HENCE, THE SUDDEN ARRIVAL.
- NONSENSE.
THE BUSINESS OF SHOW HAS BROUGHT ME TO THE LEFT COAST.
AND HOW COULD I PASS UP AN OPPORTUNITY
TO GAZE UPON MY LADIES?
- ALAS, THIS ONE'S NOT YOUR LADY ANYMORE, HANK.
- BATES! GOOD TO SEE YOU WEARING PANTS.
HOW'S IT TUCKING? - WELL, THAT'S BETWEEN ME
AND YOUR EX-BABYMAMA.
- SHE'S STILL MY BABYMAMA AND ALWAYS WILL BE.
GET USED TO IT. THAT WILL NOT CHANGE.
- DIDN'T WE DO THIS ONCE BEFORE, AND IT ENDED IN FISTICUFFS?
- YES. AND A GOOD FISTICUFFS IT WAS.
EPIC. MM-HMM.
IN FACT, I THINK WE NEEDED TO DO IT.
LIKE MEN IN PRISON. WE HAD TO GET IT OUT OF THE WAY.
WE HAD TO DO THE MAN DANCE JUST ONCE, JUST A TASTE,
SO WE COULD MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES
AND BECOME THE COLD WAR POWERS THAT WE ARE TODAY.
- IS THAT WHAT IT WAS?
'CAUSE I SEEM TO REMEMBER YOU
PISSING ME OFF TO SUCH AN EXTENT,
I WAS LEFT WITH NO CHOICE BUT TO TAKE A SWING.
- I HIT YOU RIGHT BACK. DON'T FORGET THAT PART.
- NO BLOOD. - SIZEABLE SHINER.
- YEAH, BLOOD'S MORE EMBARRASSING.
KAREN HAD TO GET YOU A TOWEL, SOME ICE.
FRESH PAIR OF PANTIES, TOO, RIGHT?
- YEP. STILL WEARING 'EM.
HOW'S BECCA?
- WONDERFUL. - UH...
- WHAT'S THAT? - NOTHING.
- NO, THAT IS DEFINITELY NOT NOTHING.
IN FACT, THAT'S EXACTLY THE KIND OF FROWN I'D GIVE YOU
IF YOU WERE TRYING TO BULLSHIT A BULLSHITTER.
- IT'S HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND. I MEAN, I WANNA KILL HIM, HANK.
I MEAN, I DON'T WANNA KILL HIM.
I WANNA DISMEMBER HIM.
SLOWLY.
AND POUR TABASCO SAUCE IN HIS TORN, BLOODY ASSHOLE
AS HE DIES, SCREAMING FOR HIS MOMMY AND DADDY.
YEAH. - NICE.
- KAREN...
IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO BE WITH SOMEONE ELSE,
THIS IS THE RIGHT GUY. - I KNOW.
- HE'S LIKE YOU...
BUT AWESOME.
- [chuckles]
THAT'S ME.
- WHAT-EVAH!
GROSS. THIS IS GROSS.
CUT IT OUT. WHERE IS SHE?
WHAT'S THE STORY? - I DON'T KNOW.
SHE DIDN'T COME HOME LAST NIGHT.
- WHAT? WHAT KIND OF SHOP ARE YOU GUYS RUNNING AROUND HERE?
- THAT'S WHAT I ALWAYS SAY. - SHE'S IN COLLEGE, HANK.
I MEAN, YOU KNOW, SHE STAYS SOME NIGHTS WITH HER BOYFRIEND.
IT'S BEEN KNOWN TO HAPPEN.
- SHE'S HAVING SEX WITH THIS GUY?
- I SHOULD HOPE SO. - WHY?
- BECAUSE HE'S HOT. - OH...
- WHO ARE YOU? - HE'S A REAL FUCKING DOUCHEBOAT
IS WHAT HE IS.
- YOU KNOW WHAT? WE'LL HAVE DINNER.
I'LL MAKE SURE SHE BRINGS HIM. OKAY?
- FINE. WHY NOT?
DINNER WITH THE EX, HER NEW HUSBAND.
MY INSOLENT DAUGHTER, HER ASSHOLE BOYFRIEND.
FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC.
THIS IS NOT SHAPING UP TO BE A GREAT TRIP--NOT AT ALL.
I'VE ONLY BEEN IN L.A. A COUPLE OF HOURS,
AND I'M ALREADY SUPREMELY FUCKING AGITATED.
- HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT HOW MUCH MONEY YOU STAND TO MAKE?
- I DON'T BELIEVE IT, RUNKS. NOTHING'S EVER THAT EASY.
AND I'M NOT JUMPING THROUGH ANY HOOPS TO LAND THIS THING,
WHATEVER THIS THING IS. WHAT IS THIS THING?
- [knocks at door] [singsong] HELLO!
HELLO! EX-WIFE!
HELLO!
BIG TIME MOVIE PRODUCER GUY? HELLO?
- WHAT THE FUCK?
I'M GONNA TAKE A PISS.
- OH...EAT THAT BITCH!
GODDAMN IT!
MMM...
GODDAMN IT! NO, HARDER.
YES! AH!
- [whispers] CHARLIE!
COME HERE, CHARLIE, CHARLIE.
[both moaning, grunting]
SHE MOAN LIKE THAT WHEN YOU USED TO MUNCH HER OUT?
- HARDLY. OF COURSE, I DIDN'T HAVE QUITE AS MANY QUATLOOS
IN THE BANK, AND AN ACADEMY AWARD ON MY SHELF.
THESE THINGS HAVE BEEN KNOWN TO ENHANCE THE FEMALE ORGASM.
[shouting] STUART!
CLOSE YOUR EYES, SON!
- CHARLIE?
HANK. STUART.
IRMA!
CHRIST ON A CROSS.
- HANK.
OH, SO GOOD TO SEE YOU.
- HEY, CAN WE DO THIS A LITTLE LATER
WHEN YOU, UH, LOSE THE WOOD?
WASH YOUR FACE? - YEAH. OH!
YEAH. SORRY. AND--AND
THIS IS GONNA BE A WHILE.
I JUST POPPED A NIAGARA.
- YOU MEAN A VIAGRA.
- NO, WE CALL IT NIAGARA AROUND HERE
BECAUSE MY ROCK-HARD ENDOWMENT
MAKES MARCY GUSH LIKE NIAGARA FALLS.
- OH! SO MARCY'S A SQUIRTER NOW? - OH, YEAH.
- THINGS HAVE REALLY CHANGED IN MY ABSENCE.
- YEAH, MARCY'S IN THE THROES
OF A REAL SEXUAL RENAISSANCE NOW, HANK.
IT'S EXHILARATING. - IT'S GOOD TO HEAR.
THAT'S REALLY GOOD TO HEAR.
BUT YOU'RE TOO YOUNG TO MESS WITH THAT NIAGARA SHIT, STU.
- I KNOW, I KNOW.
I JUST REALLY LIKE THE NINE-HOUR BONER.
IT MAKES ME FEEL ALIVE. YOU KNOW, I GET SHIT DONE.
- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?
YOU'RE LIKE A COUPLE OF TEENAGERS!
- YEAH, WELL, IRMA WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HIM.
- IT WAS A QUICKIE, RUNKLE.
THEN WE WERE ALL GOING FOR SOME FRO-YO.
- SPEAKING OF WHICH, WHY IS HE EATING THESE TERRIBLE SNACKS?
- OH, SETTLE DOWN, SOCCER MOM.
HANKY! HUG!
MWAH!
- OH, YOU SMELL LIKE SEX.
- YES, I DO! - AND WEED.
- WELL, YEAH, MAMA'S LITTLE HELPER.
I TAKE A PUFFSKY OR TWO AND I GET THE SEX MUNCHIES, YOU KNOW?
I'M GOING THROUGH A REAL SEXUAL RENAISSANCE.
- I HEARD.
[footsteps approach] - IRMA!
WHAT THE FUCK?
Charlie and Stu: LANGUAGE, MARCY!
- HE SNEAK AWAY. HE ALWAYS SNEAK AWAY.
HE SO QUIET, LIKE A MOUSE.
- OH, DIOS MIO!
IT DOESN'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU WATCHING YOUR STORIES?
EL GORDO Y LA FLACA?
I KNOW ALL ABOUT IT, IRMA!
I'M CALLING IMMIGRATION, MOTHERFUCKER!
- [crying] NO, NO, NO, NO!
- WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?
- WHAT ARE WE DOING HERE? WE CAME FOR THE MEETING.
- [laughs] JESUS, RUNKLE.
DIDN'T YOU GET THE MESSAGE? THERE IS NO MEETING.
HE WANTS HANK TO COME TO HIM. ONE-ON-ONE.
FACE TIME. - WHO THE FUCK IS "HE"?
- SAMURAI APOCALYPSE.
- WHAT? HUH? - THE RAPPER?
- OH, HAVE A LITTLE RESPECT, RUNKLE.
THE MAN HAS TRANSCENDED RAPPER LONG AGO.
SAM IS A PRODUCER, BUSINESSMAN,
ENTREPRENEUR, HUMANITARIAN.
NO, HE'S A MAJOR PLAYER, HANK. MAJOR.
- AND...I PASS. - OH, NO, NO, NO, NO.
YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE MEETING.
HE REALLY IS AN INSPIRING HUMAN BEING.
HE ALSO HAS WRITER APPROVAL,
AND HE HASN'T LIKED ANYONE WE'VE SENT HIM.
- FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT AUDITIONING FOR ANYONE.
ESPECIALLY SOMEONE WHO CALLS HIMSELF SAMURAI APOCALYPSE.
AND SECONDLY, WHY WASN'T I FIRST ON THE LIST?
- WH--WHAT L--I-- I WASN'T AWARE--
- HOLLYWOOD ASSHOLES.
- WELL--
[X5's Act Like You Want It]
*
- * STRAIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE OF CONFIDENCE ROAD *
* SEAT LEANED BACK, THE MACK IN CONTROL *
* THIS BE THE LIFE OF MINES, SO I'M-A TAKE MY TIME *
* IT'S LIKE THE GAME IS TIED ON THE LINE *
* A, YOU CAN JUST SUCCUMB TO THE PRESSURE *
* B, YOU CAN RUN LIKE THE PUNKS SO THEY DON'T CATCH YA *
* C, YOU CAN GO FOR THE WIN AND NO LESSER *
* D, THAT'S ME, THE KING, THE MC *
*
* COME DOWN, COME DOWN
* ONCE AGAIN
- T.M. YOU EVER TRY IT?
- TRUTH BE TOLD, I GET MORE SATISFACTION
OUT OF A SOLID B.M.
- THANK YOU, ALFRED.
- ALFRED. REALLY?
- FUCK, YEAH, MAN.
WHEN I WAS A KID, I TOLD MY MOMS,
"MAMA, WHEN I GET RICH AND FAMOUS,
I'M GONNA GET ME AN ALFRED."
- YOUR MOMS MUST BE PROUD,
BECAUSE YOU GOTS YOURSELF A FUCKING ALFRED, ALL RIGHT.
- PSSSH. I DON'T EVEN KNOW THE MOTHERFUCKER'S REAL NAME.
I JUST CALL HIM ALFRED, AND HE SNAPS RIGHT TO IT.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF PAY THIS MOTHERFUCKER.
HE MIGHT BE MY SLAVE. - TAKE THAT, WHITE PEOPLE.
- [laughs]
YOU KNOW, I DUG YOUR BOOK, MAN, FOR REAL.
- THANK YOU. - THAT SHIT WAS CRAZY.
- ALL RIGHT. THANKS.
- WHEN THAT CHICK SQUIRTED ALL OVER RUNKLE,
I LAUGHED SO HARD, I ALMOST SHITTED MY OWN PANTS, MAN.
- YEAH, RUNKLE'S ALWAYS GOOD FOR A LAUGH.
AND A SHART. - YOU'RE TELLIN' ME.
MOTHERFUCKER'S A WALKING PEZ DISPENSER.
CHHA, CHHA, CHHA, CHHA, CHHA.
[both laugh]
- SO YOU READ THE BOOK, HUH? COOL.
- YOU THINK I CAN'T READ, MAN?
WHAT KIND OF SHIT IS THAT TO SAY TO A BROTHER, YO?
I READ YOUR SHIT FROM COVER-TO-COVER, MAN.
EVEN THE BORING, PRETENTIOUS PARTS.
YO, I THINK YOU THE GUY TO WRITE MY SHIT.
- WHAT DO YOU HAVE IN MIND?
- SANTA MONICA COP.
- I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.
- LOOK, MAN, I DID THIS RAP SHIT ALREADY.
SOLD GOLD, PLATINUM, ZIRCONIUM, CHECK.
GOT MY OWN ENERGY DRINK, APOCALYPSE WOW. CHECK.
GOT THE FAT-ASS SCARFACE CRIB, CRAZY RIDES,
AND ALL THE PUSSY A NIGGA COULD EAT.
CHECK, CHECK, CHECK. SO WHAT'S NEXT?
THE MOVIES.
BUT I WANNA DO MY OWN THING, MY OWN MOMENT.
SANTA MONICA COP IS MY EDDIE MURPHY MOMENT RIGHT NOW!
- SO IT'S LIKE BEVERLY HILLS COP.
- NAH, NIGGA, IT'S SET IN SANTA MONICA.
- OKAY. I SEE THE DIFFERENCE.
- YOU A KINGMAKER, MAN. I WANNA BE A KING, YO.
- YEAH... - YOU IN?
- I DON'T KNOW. IT'S NOT REALLY MY THING.
- WHAT THE FUCK ELSE YOU GONNA DO, WRITE ANOTHER BOOK?
FUCK THAT. LET'S GET PAID, MOTHERFUCKER.
DAMN. - HI.
- GET YOUR SEXY ASS OVER HERE, MAMA.
[Samurai muttering]
WHAT'S UP, MAMA?
- HEY.
- HANK MOODY, THIS IS KALI.
REMEMBER THIS NAME, KALI.
YO, SHE'S GONNA BE A STAR. GONNA BLOW THIS BITCH UP.
KALI, THIS IS HANK MOODY, THE WRITER/RAPIST.
- [laughs] NICE TO MEET YOU, HANK.
- AND YOU-- [drink spatters]
- OH, GOD. SORRY.
DIDN'T MEAN TO GET A PUDDLE ON YOU.
SORRY. - SHE KEEPS IT COOL FOR SURE.
- WELL, LOOKS LIKE YOU TWO ARE ABOUT TO FORNICATE,
WHICH IS TYPICALLY MY CUE.
KEEP IT REAL UP IN THE FIELD, A'IGHT?
- I'M-A KEEP IN TOUCH, MOODY.
YOU CAN'T ESCAPE APOCALYPSE NOW, YO!
[slashing sound] WHH, WHH, WHH!
- HASN'T BEEN THAT LONG, DAD.
- UH-OH.
YOU GOT THAT LOOK. - WHAT LOOK?
- THAT DRUNKEN, BOY-CRAZY LOOK.
- PROMISE YOU'LL BE NICE. - NICE?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? I'M ALWAYS NICE.
- YOU MIGHT WANNA GET USED TO THIS ONE.
I COULD SEE HIM STICKING.
- TO MY SHOE, MAYBE.
LIKE AN UNPLEASANT CHUNK OF DOG TURD?
[engine revving]
[tires screeching]
- HEY.
- HOW OLD OF A MAMMAL MIGHT YOU BE, TYLER?
- [chuckles] 24, HANK.
- 24. HMM.
24.
TOUCH TOO OLD FOR MY DAUGHTER, DON'T YOU THINK, MAYBE?
TAD INAPPROPRIATE? - DAD.
- DAUGHTER. - YOU'RE BEING A DICK.
- AM NOT. - AM TOO.
- AM NOT! - HE'S NOT BEING A DICK, BABY.
- BABY? REALLY? - HE'S JUST A CONCERNED FATHER.
YOU KNOW? THE TWO ARE EASILY CONFUSED.
I DON'T THINK AGE IS AN ISSUE HERE, HANK.
BECCA IS WISE BEYOND HER YEARS,
AND I'M NOTHING IF NOT SOMEWHAT STUNTED.
- [laughs] THAT SOUNDS FAMILIAR.
- OOH.
- WELL, HAR-DEE-HAR-HAR, KAREN.
SO FUNNY, I FORGOT TO LAUGH.
I'LL TAKE A SNIFTER OF THAT VINO ROUGE YOU GOT THERE, TYLER.
- OH. SORRY, HANK. LOOKS LIKE I KILLED IT.
- ALL BY YOURSELF? AGAIN WITH THE RUDE, NO?
- MAYBE, BUT IT WAS AN INCREDIBLY TASTY SUPER TUSCAN.
YOU SNOOZE, YOU LOSE.
HANK, LOOK, UM...
I GET IT, I DO.
A YOUNG, GOOD LOOKING GUY SWOOPS IN,
STARTS SNIFFING AROUND YOUR ONE AND ONLY,
AND YOU QUESTION HIS MOTIVES.
IT'S TOTALLY UNDERSTANDABLE.
BUT...I REALLY LIKE YOUR DAUGHTER.
WE'RE HAVING FUN, WE'RE HANGING OUT,
WE'RE KEEPING IT SIMPLE.
AND, UH, I COME IN PEACE, OKAY?
[laughs] IT'S ALL GOOD.
- IT'S ALL GOOD? - YEAH.
- HE'S REALLY CHARMING. - IT'S ALL GOOD!
YOU HEAR THAT, KAREN? IT'S ALL GOOD.
- YES, IT'S ALL GOOD. - IT'S ALL GOOD.
- WE SHOULD GET GOING, BABE. WE'RE GONNA BE LATE.
- HOLD ON, HOLD ON, HOLD ON A SECOND.
IS ANYBODY GONNA SAY ANYTHING?
OKAY, IT'S ON ME, THE DESIGNATED ASSHOLE.
YOU'RE NOT REALLY THINKING OF DRIVING, ARE YOU?
YOU JUST FINISHED OFF A WHOLE BOTTLE OF WINE.
- HANK, COME ON.
WHO PUTS WINE IN THE DRINKING AND DRIVING CATEGORY?
- OH, I DON'T KNOW.
MAYBE PEOPLE WHO HAVE LOST KIDS TO SMARMY LITTLE FUCKS
WHO SUCK DOWN SUPER TUSCANS AND THEN GOT BEHIND THE WHEEL?
- AND YOU'VE CERTAINLY NEVER CONSUMED ALCOHOL
AND GOTTEN BEHIND THE WHEEL, HAVE YOU, DAD?
- I HAVE MADE CERTAIN MISTAKES, BECCA.
THIS HAS BEEN WELL-DOCUMENTED.
BUT BECAUSE OF MY FOOLISHNESS,
YOU DON'T HAVE TO MAKE THE SAME ONES.
- GREAT SEEING YOU, DAD. ALWAYS A PLEASURE.
- BECCA, WAIT.
- SEE HOW EASY THAT WAS? PROBLEM SOLVED.
SHE'S QUITE THE LITTLE TROUBLESHOOTER, THAT ONE.
IT WAS NICE TO FINALLY MEET YOU, HANK.
I'M TRULY SORRY IF WE GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT.
TAKE CARE, KAREN.
- BYE.
- JESUS.
EVEN FEELS LIKE A CREEP. CLAMMY FUCKIN' MITTS.
I DON'T LIKE IT. NOT ONE BIT.
- HANK, YOU'RE HERE FOR A COUPLE OF DAYS.
IS THIS HOW YOU WANT TO LEAVE THINGS WITH YOUR DAUGHTER?
- I THINK I'M GONNA LET THE GROWN-UPS HASH THIS ONE OUT.
YOU KNOW WHERE I STAND. I HATE HIS STUPID FUCKING GUTS.
- AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT, BATESY.
YOUR SUPPORT MEANS THE WORLD TO ME.
SERIOUSLY. I COULD FELCH YOU RIGHT NOW.
- YOU KNOW, IT WOULDN'T BE THE FIRST TIME
A MAN HAS TONGUED MY ASSHOLE-- - SHUT UP, SHUT UP!
- RAIN CHECK. - HE'S KIDDIN', RIGHT?
- YOU DON'T GET IT, DO YOU? - WHAT?
- HE'S YOU. - YES. YOU SAID SO EARLIER.
HE'S LIKE ME, ONLY AWESOMER.
AND I'M NOT SURE I LIKE THE WAY YOU PHRASED IT,
BUT I CERTAINLY UNDERSTAND THE SENTIMENT,
AND I CHOOSE TO SEE A COMPLIMENT--
- HANK, WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?
- 'CAUSE I'M A BRIGHT SIDE GUY. - I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT RICHARD.
TYLER. - WHAT?
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
THE KID'S A LOATHSOME FUCKING ASSHOLE.
- WELL, THERE ARE CERTAIN MEMBERS OF MY FAMILY
WHO SAID THE VERY SAME THING ABOUT YOU.
- YOUR FOLKS, MAYBE. NOT YOUR SISTER.
SHE ALWAYS DUG ME.
SHE USED TO MOLEST ME WITH HER EYES SOMETHING FIERCE.
I COULD TELL. GOT ME A LITTLE WET.
NOT GONNA LIE.
- WOW. I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S TAKEN ME THIS MANY YEARS
TO REALIZE YOU ENDED UP WITH THE WRONG SISTER.
- OH, SHE WAS A FOXY LITTLE MINX, THAT ONE,
BUT SHE DIDN'T TURN ON MY HEARTLIGHT.
SO WHAT'S THE MOVE HERE, KAREN?
- MOVE? THERE IS NO MOVE.
- NO, THERE'S ALWAYS A MOVE.
- SHE LIKES HIM. HE SAYS HE LIKES HER.
IT WORKS UNTIL IT DOESN'T.
- THAT SOUNDS AWFULLY FAMILIAR.
- I'M NOT IN THE MOOD, HANK.
I'M GOING BACK TO MY LIFE. - YEAH, WHO CAN BLAME YOU?
IT'S A NICE LIFE.
WHAT? YOU DID WELL FOR YOURSELF.
YOU GOT A WHITE PICKET FENCE AND EVERYTHING.
YEP. HOME SWEET HOME.
- I KNOW BAIT WHEN I HEAR IT,
AND THIS LITTLE FISHY AIN'T BITING.
GOOD NIGHT.
- GOOD NIGHT, FORMER LOVER.
[cell phone chimes]
OH.
[rock music]
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[woman moans]
- ONE...
[grunts]
HUNDREEEEEEEED!
I WIIIIN!
HANK, BUDDY, I DIDN'T EVEN HEAR YOU COME IN.
HANK, HANK, THIS IS GINGER.
GINGER, THIS IS MY BEST FRIEND AND STAR CLIENT,
HANK MOODY.
- HI, HANK. - HEY, GINGER.
ANY NAKED FRIEND OF CHARLIE'S IS A NAKED FRIEND OF MINE.
- [giggles]
- WHOO-HOO!
WHOO-WHOO-WHOO-WHOO-WHOO!
- WHAT'S WITH THE VICTORY LAP, DUDE?
- IT'S THE HUNDREDTH WOMAN, HANK!
UN CENTO, BABY. REMEMBER? MY QUEST.
- OH! WOW, YEAH.
IT TOOK YOU THIS LONG TO GET TO 100?
WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT? OF COURSE IT DID.
- I KNOW, RIGHT? BUT I DID IT.
I MADE MYSELF A PROMISE... AND I KEPT IT!
MY HEART AND COCK SWELLETH WITH PRIDE.
HEY! I'M REALLY HAPPY YOU WERE HERE
TO SEE ME CROSS THE FINISH LINE.
- ME TOO. - HOW WAS YOUR DAY, BUDDY?
- WELL, IT STARTED OFF ALL RIGHT,
AND THEN IT GOT A LITTLE WEIRD,
AND THEN IT JUST WENT ALL SIDEWAYS AND SHITTY.
- WHAT'D YOU THINK OF SAMURAI APOCALYPSE?
- YEAH. CAN YOU GIVE ME A RIDE BACK TO LAX RIGHT NOW?
- OH, COME ON, COME-- THERE'S NO NEED TO BE RASH.
LOOK, YOU HAVE YOURSELF A DRINK, HMM?
CHILLAX, ENJOY THE VIEW! - HEY...NO. NO!
THAT'S HOW IT STARTS, CHARLIE, STOP.
[cell phone tune]
WHO DIS?
OH. WHO?
OH. YEAH?
WAIT. WHAT?
SAY THAT AGAIN.
WOW. WOW.
WHOA.
OKAY. UM...
WELL, THANKS FOR CALLING.
I GUESS.
- * LOVE ME TWO TIMES - WHO DAT?
- MY NEIGHBOR BACK IN NEW YORK.
- EVERYTHING OKAY?
- * LOVE ME TWO TIMES
- MY APARTMENT'S ON FIRE.
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- * LOVE ME TWO TIMES, I'M
* GOIN' AWAY
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- * LOVE ME TWO TIMES
* I'M GOIN' AWAY
* AWAY
* OH, YEAH
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* I'M GOIN' AWAY