Sex and the City s05e06 Episode Script

In the life of a New Yorker, there are unpleasant things one has to face.
Having your purse stolen, random public urination and seeing a gay friend's boyfriend in a Broadway revue.
- I understand the three drink minimum.
- You're not enjoying the revue? I'm more concerned about my review in "The Times".
Your book's reviewed this week.
You must be so excited.
More like terrified.
Michiko Kakutani.
She's "The Times" book critic.
I thought you were suggesting an appetizer.
- She's brilliant and tough.
- And impossible to pronounce.
I think they're bringing us home.
How could you not love this? My boyfriend is gorgeous.
He can kick.
Bravo! Isn't he great? I have to go to the ladies' room.
They're doing an encore.
I have to go.
Broadway's best, Debbie Cass.
Who would have thought the phrase "See your cousin Debbie's club act" could contain such horror? I thought there'd be one straight guy.
If not in the audience, behind the bar.
Hold on.
Tomorrow we're gonna cruise the cute pretzel guys at Village Square.
Is that as sad as that just sounded? I used to have a thing for the Amish guys who make hairbrushes.
Yeah.
- You're Carrie Bradshaw.
- Yeah.
Have we met? - I recognise you from your column.
- Oh.
And I went out with Aidan after you.
There I was worried about "The Times", when I'd already been reviewed.
I'm telling you it was a hit-and-run.
No, a face-and-run.
Make it again.
- That ain't good.
- You're being over-sensitive.
It was a facial spasm.
A lot of people have them, like Bell's palsy.
It was not Bell's palsy.
It was a full frontal attack of the face.
Like, "Wow, was he messed up.
You really screwed him up good.
" - What did you say to her? - I didn't have time.
She ran out.
- Fuck that fucking face girl.
- When you put it like that I haven't slept for days.
Brady's been crying non-stop.
- Poor thing.
Can I do anything? - Put me out of my misery.
Is he sick? He's not sick.
He's not hungry.
He's not teething.
He wants to scream.
I can't please him.
If he was 35, this is when we would break up.
He has issues.
This 13-pound meatloaf is pushing me over the edge.
I feel disgusting.
My clothes smell like barf.
I don't have time for a shower, much less a haircut.
That reminds me.
I have to confirm my appointment at the John Mandy Salon.
You have no idea how hard it was to get this appointment.
Samantha Jones.
I'm calling to confirm my appointment Saturday for a cut and colour with John.
Thanks.
Crisis averted.
Magda's waiting for me.
Time to go back to prison.
- Let me come.
I can help.
- You don't have to.
I have a few questions.
I'm meeting the divorce lawyer on Monday.
Ask him if I could get an injunction to stop a face.
Who'd you get? Matthew Bloom of Bloom & Goldenblatt.
- What's he like? - He's smart, tough.
Is he tough enough to beat Bunny to a pulp? - Yeah.
- Good.
OK.
Bye, guys.
Have a nice day.
Miranda, call me if you need anything.
Damn.
Why is that girl still bothering me? Let it go.
If I worried what every bitch says about me, I'd never leave the house.
Monday morning, Charlotte met her lawyer.
He was smart, tough and gorgeous.
You said you had bad feelings about your mother-in-law, Bunny MacDougal.
Did I? I get a sense from her lawyer this is gonna be a battle.
It was a battle all right.
The battle of the Charlottes.
Charlotte who wanted to seem attractive to her adorable lawyer.
And Charlotte who wanted to kick Bunny MacDougal's ass.
Mrs MacDougal's been hiding assets to make sure you don't get anything.
I just really want what was promised.
My apartment.
Technically it's not yours.
Trey's family owns it.
She was careful to make sure your name wasn't on the deed.
Trey gave me that apartment.
Sorry.
Usually I'm very refined.
With your husband out of the country, you need to be more specific.
Charlotte realised she could never be as ugly as she needed to be in front of a man she considered so handsome.
Sorry to bust in.
There's a bagel with my name on it.
Harry Goldenblatt.
Charlotte York.
I'm handling her divorce.
How you doing? You're in the right hands.
He's a killer.
Who the hell ordered blueberry? I'm talking to Thelma about this.
Good luck to you.
Is he a killer too? Just like that, Charlotte changed lawyers.
After a gruelling day, including leg, eyebrow and bikini waxes, Samantha decided to reward herself with a night of R and R.
Unfortunately, her favourite vibrator needed a little CPR.
Brady, please.
What? I cannot read your mind.
- Who is it? - 4D.
It's 2:30 in the morning.
- I know.
I'm sorry.
- You've got to stop that baby.
I said I was sorry, but I have a baby.
Sometimes babies make noise.
I know.
I have a baby too.
If you bothered to say hello, you would know that.
I'm Kendall.
My baby is Alika.
Have a nice night.
Evidently, Miranda had been getting bad reviews from her own building.
As for my review, I was pretty nervous.
- "Times".
- Thank you.
I hadn't been up this early since Princess Diana's wedding.
Good morning.
"All in all, I enjoyed Ms Bradshaw's sharp, funny, finely drawn world, "where single women rule and the men are disposable.
" Ouch.
I believe what you have is a rave review from "The New York Times".
"The men are disposable"? I don't dispose of men, do I? - No.
- Michiko Kakutani thinks so.
- I always agree with her.
- Fuck her.
- No sleep again? - It was a good night.
I got a whole hour.
I can't believe I have to pretend to be a lawyer now.
- Can I wear a baseball cap to work? - With what shoes? I'm going on about Michiko Kakutani when you have real problems.
- Can I obsess for another minute? - Don't say her name.
It'll push me over the edge.
Some of the men in the book are maybe a little disposable.
This makes it sound like I think men are disposable in life.
- What? What's with the pause? - I'm sorry.
I fell asleep for a second.
That's a terrible thing to think.
That's what the face meant.
Do you think that Aidan thinks I think he was disposable? You did not throw Aidan away.
Good morning.
That girl thinks I did.
He must have said something to her.
Where else would she get it? Steve and Aidan are close.
Has Steve said anything? Does Steve hate me? You're spinning.
He doesn't hate you.
How come I never see him? Because I have to keep him away.
If I see him, I'll ask him to marry me to give me some help.
I worked hard taking care of Aidan's feelings.
Mention that to Steve.
- If Aidan told Steve - You know what? Maybe you should call Samantha.
She has all kinds of time to talk about this stuff.
I know it's me and I'm jealous of her free time.
If she could just once acknowledge that I've had a baby.
It's not enough I've alienated my neighbour.
- I'm alienating my friends.
- You're not alienating anyone.
Tell that to 4D.
She's pissed off I don't know her name.
- Do you know your neighbours? - Please.
- I'm a bad neighbour and mother.
- Not true.
You're doing great.
- Yeah, right.
- You're having a bad week.
- Can I do anything to help? - That helps.
Just asking.
I'm late.
I gotta go.
Congratulations on the review! Yeah.
Why is it that we only believe the negative things people say about us? No matter how much evidence to the contrary.
A neighbour, a face, an ex-boyfriend can cancel out everything we thought was true.
When it comes to life and love, why do we believe our worst reviews? After a long day in court, Miranda faced another jury.
Don't cry.
At City Bakery, Samantha and I were reviewing the desserts.
Delish I'll buy you dessert if you do something for me.
- I'm not eating desserts this week.
- Best brownies in New York.
Bastard.
I'll take a brownie.
- What do you need? - It's about Miranda and the baby.
- Forget the brownie.
- No, she'll take it.
Babies are not my scene.
This one sounds like an asshole.
You can't call a baby an asshole.
She called it a meatloaf.
I don't think it would kill us to be more supportive.
All right.
When he's in college, I'll take him for a drink and flirt with his friends.
You could stop by tomorrow and say, "I hear you had a baby.
How's it going?" I have no time.
I'm booked all day.
I have my hair appointment and I'm returning a vibrator.
Hair and a vibrator.
Yes.
That is my life and I don't have to justify it.
I hate it when people have babies and expect you to turn into a Norman Rockwell painting.
We're not talking about people.
We're talking about our friend, and she's sinking.
So Miranda's like Venice? That'll be $14.
20.
She's paying for the brownie.
Carrie? Hey, Julia.
Hi.
This is Samantha.
This is Julia Afton.
We work at "Vogue".
She gets to run in once a month while I'm chained to Anna Wintour.
- Oh, there's my friend.
Nina! - I'm here.
- About time.
- Sorry, I'm late.
Carrie.
Hi.
There I was, face to face with the face girl.
- How do you know each other? - I'll tell you over lunch.
- Nina Katz? Samantha Jones.
- Nice to see you again.
Can we eat? I am starvation central.
- See ya.
- Bye, Carrie.
- How do you know Nina Katz? - How do you know her? Everybody knows her.
She's the booker for "Saturday Night Live".
- She's also the face girl.
- No.
Nina Katz is the Exactly.
Great, that face will be all over "Vogue".
Not to mention "SNL".
Nina Katz loves to talk.
- $15.
30.
- I'm going to need a brownie as well.
The next day, Samantha did some personal shopping.
Very personal.
- May I help you? - Yes.
I'd like to return this vibrator.
- We don't sell vibrators.
- I bought it here six months ago.
That's not a vibrator.
It's a neck massager.
No, it's a vibrator.
Sharper Image doesn't sell vibrators.
It's a neck massager.
Women buy these to help their sore necks? It's a neck massager.
Fine.
I'd like to return this neck massager.
- What's wrong with it? - It failed to get me off.
It has a warranty and it stopped.
It made the saddest little sound.
- Perhaps you wore it out.
- It wouldn't be the first.
Fine.
Just find another and go to the cashier.
I know a man in desperate need of a neck massage.
You don't want that one.
Too many bells and whistles.
That one works against you.
If we wanted to work that hard, we'd get a man.
Samantha instantly established herself as the Michiko Kakutani of vibrators.
- That one actually is a back massager.
- Not if you mount it.
Absolutely not.
That will burn your clit.
- Even with underwear? - Even with ski pants.
I brought you something.
It belongs to Alika.
An oscillating chair.
- It helps.
- Come on in.
Hey there, Mr Mouth.
What have you got to say that is so important? I'm sorry.
It's been non-stop.
This chair is a little controversial.
But I don't give a shit.
It stopped my baby from crying.
I was about ready to throw myself off the fire escape.
Sounds good.
Oh, my God.
The chair is a genius.
I don't know.
Something about the vibration.
They love it.
Alika could sit in it for hours.
How come you haven't heard of this? Don't your girlfriends have babies? - No, I'm the only one.
- Then you're screwed.
They've been very helpful.
If they don't have kids, they don't have a clue.
Miranda, you're not a bad mother.
You just didn't have the chair.
Thank you Kendall.
Three blissful baby hours later - Samantha, what are you doing here? - I'm not Samantha.
You are.
You have a 5:30 appointment at the John Mandy Salon.
Go.
What? I can't take your I'm counting to five then changing my mind.
- You want to babysit? - Five, four I don't know what to say.
I can't believe it.
Neither can I but here I am.
Mary fuckin' Poppins.
Thank you.
The numbers are on the fridge.
Don't take him out of that chair.
It's the only thing that keeps him quiet.
And don't call boys.
Well you don't look so bad.
Meanwhile, in a chair across town, I was enjoying an afternoon of absolutely nothing.
Do you think Nina Katz is telling random celebrity hosts that I'm the bad break-up girlfriend? - What? - You said she loved to talk.
Do you think she's trashing me to Gwyneth Paltrow or Ian McKellen? You can't be serious.
I don't flatter myself that Gwyneth Paltrow or Ian McKellen would be interested in my love life, but Are you at a zoo? No.
Thanks to you, I'm at Miranda's.
Brady won't stop screaming and I don't know what to do.
- You're at Miranda's? - I sent her to get my haircut.
- That was nice.
- Yes.
Now I'm being punished.
- He's not hurt? - No.
- Wet? - No.
- I don't know what his problem is.
- He's an asshole.
- Maybe you should call Miranda.
- I will not.
It took me months to get that appointment.
Someone should benefit.
I'll find some way to keep this kid quiet.
Goodbye.
- What about Nina? - Maybe Charlotte has time to talk.
I have a screaming baby on my hands.
What? What do you need? Well that's better.
- Is everything OK? - Absolutely.
- The chair broke, but shit happens.
- The chair broke? But what did you? I mean, did he? That better be brand new.
Monday morning, Harry Goldenblatt did his best to make sure Bunny didn't hop all over Charlotte.
Mrs MacDougal is willing to offer her son's collection of mint condition, silver buffalo coins.
She's not going to settle for a coin collection.
According to the pre-nup This is ridiculous.
Trey gave me that apartment.
She gave him her word.
Till death do them part.
- If you have something to say - I shall.
- I strongly recommend - Allan, hush.
You took a vow.
When things didn't go your way, you broke it.
I come from a generation of women that valued marriage.
We believed in for better or worse, not for better or until the road gets rocky.
When I think of the heartache and shame you caused my dear boy, I'm amazed you could even look me in the face.
Charlotte couldn't fight any more.
It seemed she'd been fighting for this marriage forever.
Be advised, young lady.
I'm prepared to go to court.
It's the coin collection.
Take it or leave it.
Our office just received a telegram from Scotland from Dr MacDougal.
Shall I read it? By all means.
Charlotte York was a wonderful wife.
Stop.
She did nothing wrong.
Stop.
Give her everything she wants.
Stop.
Seriously, Mother.
Stop.
That's the thing about reviews.
When you least expect it, you get a rave.
- Just the apartment.
- I'll have papers drawn up so Mrs MacDougal can transfer the deed.
Even though things were ugly, Charlotte didn't want them to end that way.
I'm sorry things didn't work out better for all of us.
Allan.
Charlotte realised there was no fairy-tale divorce, either.
Ding dong, the witch is dead.
Farther uptown, still unable to let it go, Nina Katz and that face had driven me to face my worst fear.
I know I was vague on the phone.
Miranda, right? She doesn't want me calling so much.
It's fine.
It's not about Miranda.
How does Aidan feel about me? You're not going to try to get back together, are you? No, but that answers any question I had about how you feel.
- Does he hate me? - No, but come on.
It was pretty bad.
How bad, Steve? - Steve, the ball.
- Sorry.
- How is he now? - Great.
He's great.
- Good.
- He's great now.
But back then he couldn't get out of bed for - Days, weeks? - A month.
I brought him chicken wings.
- Oh, Christ.
- I don't mean to make you feel bad.
- Well a month? - Yeah, he was devastated.
He lost his ability to open up and trust women.
He lost his ability to open up and trust women.
Did he tell you that? Guys don't talk about shit like that.
We ate wings.
Nina, who he was dating, told me.
We're looking for the cute pretzel guys.
You never wanted to cruise guys when I was available.
This is about clarity.
That Nina Katz face chick is hitting too close to home.
I want to tell her my side of the break-up story.
- You know what you and Aidan had.
- I do, but she doesn't.
She's yip-yapping her version all over town.
It takes one bad review to cancel all the good word of mouth.
- What do you think of Marcus? - Nice.
Relationships are complicated.
You can't reduce them to a face.
- I know Aidan has feelings - OK, stop.
I am done.
I've listened to you talk about Aidan for ten blocks and two years.
I've been a wonderful audience.
I ask you about my Marcus, and all I get is "nice".
I'm sorry.
How many relationships have I been in since you've known me? Real or imaginary? Your opinion means a lot to me.
You're my machico caca matza.
You want me to review your relationship? - Immediately, if not sooner.
- I like that he makes you happy.
Oh, my God.
Carrie.
One more time, you are officially stalking me.
Hi, I'm Heather.
Heather Graham, I know.
I love you.
I'm Stanford Blatch.
- Heather, this is Carrie Bradshaw.
- Carrie Bradshaw.
Really? OK, Nina I need to talk to you for a second, alone, if I can.
- Ms Graham, may I buy you a pretzel? - OK.
- Get me one.
- A man or a pretzel.
- Whatever has less carbs.
- Right.
I get the sense that you have a feeling about what happened with Aidan.
I want to clear something up.
Break-ups are awful, and they are private.
They are not necessarily symptomatic of what two people had.
I loved Aidan very much.
I would never have done anything to deliberately hurt him.
OK.
Suddenly, I realised the critic I was most afraid of wasn't Nina Katz.
It was me.
So bye.
The truth is at any moment, someone somewhere could be making a face about you.
It's the reviews you give yourself that matter.
I'm with Heather and I'm like, "What do we talk about?" - She's pretty.
- But we had nothing to talk about but pretzels, so I said Sorry.
Come on.
I said, "Have you been to Bavaria? They make the best pretzels.
"