"Rock and a Hard Place"

Atticus sends Hank and Charlie on a special assignment on this episode of Californication, as the men turn to Becca for help.

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"Hell Bent for Leather"

On Californication, Hank and Charlie have a disappointing meeting with Robbie Mac and later, Hank gets together with an entertainment executive from his past.

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"Dead Rock Stars"

Hank attends a funeral with Faith on this episode of Californication, while Charlie is tested by his new client.

  • 3.5 / 5.0
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"Quitters"

Can Faith act as Hank's new muse? That's the author's hope on this episode of Californication.

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"The Unforgiven"

Hank is still reeling from the attempt on his life when Californication returns. But his life is about to change.

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"Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be"

Hank learns some unsettling news on the season five finale of Californication. Charlie also proves to his pal just how good of a friend he really is.

  • 2.5 / 5.0
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"The Party"

Hank's stay with Karen and Richard comes to an end this week on Californication. A party thrown in his honor turns ugly.

  • 4.5 / 5.0
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"Perverts & Whores"

Hanks seeks new representation this week, following a falling out with Charlie. The latter, meanwhile, Charlie looks for comfort in an old friend,

  • 4.0 / 5.0
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"At the Movies"

It's the first day of production on Hank's new movie this week, but things go awry when he clashes with Samurai over a woman.

  • 3.0 / 5.0
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Hank is surprised this week to see that Tyler's screenplay isn't bad at all, and also to learn that Becca is referenced in the manuscript.

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Californication Quotes

Nobody likes you. You're ugly and your mother dresses you funny. Now smile, you f--cking douche!

Hank Moody

I feel like the good lord himself picked me up with his bare hands, laid me down on a bed of rusty nails, pinned my ankles behind my ears and just stuck it in. No Vaseline no lube no nothin. Not even a little spittle. That mother fu-ker just took his Darth Vader helmet, that big Darth Vader helmet and just rammed it home. He wrecked my pretty little virgin a--hole, my sweet little brown bud. Pulled out, came on my t-ts, wiped his di-k on the curtains and left me for dead. That's just me. How bout you guys?

Hank