All language subtitles for sex and the city s04e18

There is a time of year
in New York

when, even before the first leaf falls,
you can feel the seasons click.

The air is crisp, the summer is gone.

And for the first night in a long time,
you need a blanket on your bed.

It brings up other needs as well.

-Hello?
-What are you doing?

Is this who I think it is?

Who do you think it is?

Princess Grace of Monaco.

She's dead.

So you can understand my surprise.

What's shaking, kid?

It's fall.

I thought it was still Indian summer.

Uh-uh.

Well, then I guess
I should take off my moccasins.

Are you still smoking?

Yes and no.

I'm bad.

Are you alone?

Yes, ma'am.

I can't sleep.

I'm feeling a little lonely.

-Do you ever feel lonely?
-No.

-Can I come over?
-Sure.

To be clear,
it's just to keep each other company.

Well, I always enjoy company.

Get it while it's hot.

I thought it was just a company visit.

All your furniture's gone.

See? This is why I'm leaving New York.
The crime.

Leaving New York?

I'm moving.

You are not moving.

Tell that to my realtor in Napa.

Napa...

as in California?

I bought a vineyard.
Well, half a vineyard.

Technically,
it's three-quarters of a vineyard,

but there's a dispute over a hillside.

Take this pizza, and put it some place.

Wait...

You're moving?

Moving when?

Monday at 5:00.

And, what,
if I hadn't happened to call tonight,

you were just gonna quietly go away
without telling me?

I'm not big on good-byes.

I would've called you.

From where? A wine vat somewhere?

You can't leave New York.

You're the Chrysler Building.

The Chrysler Building
would be all wrong in a vineyard.

Arrivederci, baby.

But...

Why?

I'm tired of old New York.

Well, if you're tired, you take a nap-a.
You don't move to Napa.

I need a cocktail.

And downtown,
another woman was feeling deserted.

-Hey, gorgeous.
-Don't "gorgeous" me.

You're three hours late,
and I've eaten half a box of chocolates.

When I get cellulite, you'll have
no one to blame but yourself.

I got held up at the hotel.

Richard Wright, the telephone.
Have you two met?

I was busy.

What's up? I mean, besides me.

I don't appreciate being kept waiting,
especially when I have a gift for you.

Is this an actual gift,
or are we talking sex?

-What's the occasion?
-It's national "Richard's A Prick" day.

I saw it, and I thought of you.

-Do you like it?
-Very much.

It was the closest
Samantha had come

to giving her heart to a man,

in a long, long time.

I think it would be perfect right there.

You kept nothing to sit on, but you have
your records and a turntable?

I know what's important.

Blood, Sweat and Tears?

Wow, shouldn't this be in a museum?

Be nice.

Henry Mancini.

Exactly how old are you?

It was my parents',
and don't knock it till you've heard it.

-Here.
-Thank you.

-Hey, easy, pops.

Just give me the record.

I've been thinking.

You can't slink out of town this way.
We have to do it up right.

A proper good-bye.

You, me, New York.

You owe it to us.

And by "us," I mean New York and myself.

How's that wine?

Mmm-hmm.

-It's from my vineyard.
-In that case, I hate it.

Moon river

-You can't be serious.
-Wait, wait, wait.

I'm crossing you in style

-So corny.
-No.

It's classic.

Listen.

You heart breaker

This was my parents' favorite song.

They used to put it on
before they went out on the town.

I'm going your way...

Listen.

Two drifters

Did you hear that?

"Two drifters." When I was little,
I thought it was "two twisters."

You know, the twist.

It was the '60s.

And my parents had the moves.

We're after the same rainbow's end

Waiting round the bend

My Huckleberry Friend

Moon River and me

See? It got you.

Thank you for the company.

That's it?

You can stay.

No. I'll see you Sunday night.

Don't disappoint us.

And by "us," I mean you and me.

That pizza
will be fantastic for breakfast.

Wherever you're going

I'm going your way

Two drifters

The next morning,
I broke the Big news.

Going, going, gone.
It's the end of an era.

I'm always surprised
when anyone leaves New York.

-I mean, where do they go?
-The real world?

A homeless man showed me his dick
on the way here.

It doesn't get any realer than that.

Big wasn't even gonna tell you?

Nope. He said he'd call,
but what if he didn't?

It's like those guys
you have the great second date with

and then never hear from again.
I pretend they died.

Okay, now the tough question.

Should you sleep with him one last time?

Exactly.

Going-out-of-business sex.
What do we think?

No.

Okay, Quick Draw. Give it a second here.

-No.
-We like each other.

We respect each other.

It could be nice.

Romantic.

Hmm. No.

You had sex with Steve.

Uh-huh.

Sex with an ex
can be depressing.

If it's good, you don't have it anymore.

If it's bad,
you just had sex with an ex.

- It wouldn't be bad.
-Oh.

I'm just saying.

Aren't you afraid
that the sheer force of it all

will just pull you back
into all that Big stuff again?

-No. He's not Niagara Falls.
-Isn't he?

I love you, sweetie,
but you're not giving me any credit.

This is not two years ago.
Things have changed.

I'm different now.
Big and I are different.

I feel safe around him.

He's like this...

This great man in my life,
and he's leaving.

Use a condom. That's all I'm saying.

Well, I don't know how you survived
any of it, Big or Aidan.

This love stuff is a motherfucker.

Did you just say "love"?

Oh, what the hell?
My name is Samantha. I'm a love-a-holic.

Hi, Samantha.

It's so infuriating.

I mean, where can this possibly go?

No one actually makes
these relationship things work, do they?

I think they're the same people
who leave New York.

I'm just really surprised Big is moving.
I always thought...

Never mind.

You always thought what, never mind?

I just always thought
that you two would end up together.

How?

I don't know.
Yes, they made mistakes, but--

They were never supposed to be together.

If she was gonna wind up with anybody,
it was Aidan.

This is all very informative.

You don't have enough distance
to have sex with your ex.

Okay, thanks for the sound advice,
Mommy Biggest.

I haven't had sex since my ex.

Honey, you should get on that.
It's the only way to move on.

Use a condom.

Later that night,
I got to thinking about fate,

that crazy concept
that we're not really responsible

for the course our lives take.

That it's all pre-destined,
written in the stars.

Maybe that explains

why, if you live in a city
where you can't even see the stars,

your love life
tends to feel a little more random.

And even if our every man,
every kiss, every heartache

is pre-ordered
from some cosmic catalogue,

can we still take a wrong step

and wander off
our own personal Milky Way?

I couldn't help but wonder,

can you make a mistake
and miss your fate?

If you look at how brilliantly
Monet suggested glimpses of sky,

and the luscious, tactile quality
of the canvas,

you can see how he established his fate
as one of the true poets of nature.

And my personal favorite.

Charlotte's fate led her
to the Museum of Modern Art.

Follow me,
and we'll move on to the Pollock.

[softly] Okay. Okay.

-Weren't you here last Sunday?
-Uh, yes.

I was. Um...
I love the Impressionists.

Ah.

And I'm trying to get up the courage
to invite you to dinner.

Oh. Oh, that's very sweet, but--

But you have a boyfriend, right?
How could you not?

Oh, actually, no. No boyfriend.

But, um, I was, um, just separated,
and I'm not really ready to date yet.

I totally understand.
I went through a divorce last year.

-I'm Eric, by the way.
-Oh.

Oh. Right.

Viewing Jackson Pollock's One

is an almost overwhelming exp...

Really?

And speaking of
overwhelming exes,

there was Charlotte's,
with his mother, Bunny.

Oh, I detest Monet. He's such a sap.

Mother,

you have simply got to learn
how to form an opinion.

Okay, enough Pollock.

Follow me, as we move on
to Paul Gauguin. Now.

Come on.

I changed my mind.
I'll have dinner with you.

Yup, mmm-hmm. Hurry, everyone.

In order to avoid her ex,

Charlotte ran all the way
into the Expressionist era.

And up on the Upper West Side,

two other exes
were dealing with A, B, and Cs.

"Connect part C
with bracket B and bolt 3."

Okay, now you're not even making sense.

That can't be right.

"Connect part C
to bracket B using bolt 3."

Hand me bolt 3.

Aren't you gonna point out
that you were right?

Nope, you got 40 pounds on me.

I was thinking of Danny.

Danny who?

For the baby. Danny

Hobbes.

Huh. "Danny."

I like that.

Did you have any other ideas?

-Paul.
-Paul. Huh.

Paul is a big name in the Brady family.
You know, my dad and my grandad.

Well...

Paul.

But even then,
Dad, you didn't even know him.

"Danny" is better.

"Hey, Danny,
you wanna go shoot some hoops?"

It sounds right.

Good.

Wow.

We're making something for little Danny.

-Don't cry, Steve.
-I'm sorry.

Gorgeous, I've got work to do here.

You want out of this, just say it.

I don't wanna have sex once,
and I want out?

Not just once. What about yesterday?

-We were at the opera.
-I was bored.

I fucked you for three hours
when we came home.

Big whoop!

-Why haven't you hung the hearts?
-I will.

It's been laying against that wall
for days.

-I'm not sure it belongs here.
-You mean, I don't belong here.

Samantha, a stranger to love,
didn't do it very well.

I heard the weather this morning,

but they didn't say anything
about a shitstorm.

Where were you on your lunch hour?

I stopped by, and you weren't there.

-I was eating.
-Eating? Eating who?

I saw you get into a cab
with a woman wearing come-fuck-me heels.

Listen, Richard.

Just tell me
you're sleeping with someone else,

and we'll call it a day.

The hearts would be better in the den.

I had a salad and salmon.

The woman is a business associate.

I do not want out of this.

But if you do, this is a good way to go.

I'm sorry.

She was an interior designer.

You believe me, right?

Yes.

-Yes, I do.
-Come on.

He's ploughing someone else, I know it.
How could he not be?

The man was a tramp.

You're not cheating on him.
Miracles happen.

I think he's doing it on his lunch hour.
I'm gonna follow him.

-Oh, Jesus.
-Don't worry, he won't know it's me.

I've got a wig
from the Raquel Welch wig line.

The Raquel Welch wig line?

Sassy shag, chestnut brown, cute.
Very realistic for synthetic hair.

And why would you be doing this?

I can't go
any farther down this love road

and have my heart broken.

If he's cheating on me,
I have to know now.

Samantha, if you love him,

don't you think
there's even the slightest chance

that he might really love you too?

Mmm-hmm.

I stole a key from his cleaning lady.

I'm gonna sneak in
and check his answering machine.

I do not have bail money,
just so you know.

Ooh!

Hello, lover.

Oh, I am needing those
for my last Big night on the town.

What are you two gonna do?

Drinks, dinner, dancing.
Very old New York.

No, I meant, sex or no sex?

Oh, please. I'm just getting around
to picking the shoes.

Our mistake was
we never really agreed on

what each other wanted
out of the marriage, so...

No, right. My wife and I,
totally different backgrounds.

And you would think that we'd be able
to see that was gonna be the problem.

But nope.

We were in love.

Yeah, love, right?

Love is tricky.

I mean, it's just...

so hard to see clearly through it.

Exactly.

-It's like a fog or something.
-Yeah.

You're very sweet, Eric.

And after dinner,

Charlotte invited Eric home
for coffee and...

The "and" being "I'm determined
to move on from my ex" sex.

Wow.

This place is huge. Wow.
You live here alone?

Uh-huh.

It's not that big.

Not that big? Wow.

Look in there. Was your ex, like,
a king or something? Wow.

-He was a doctor.
-Wow, look at the size of this place.

Wow.

I live in a studio.

Wow. You're rich.

Huh. My ex-wife was an Orthodox Jew,
and you're a rich girl.

Why can't I ever find a woman
who's compatible with me?

You know what?

I'm not really feeling that well.

Maybe you should go.

Jesus Christ, it's huge.
It goes all the way back there. Wow.

-Follow me.
-Yeah, good idea.

Charlotte realized she may be
ready to deal with her marriage past,

but not her dating future.

I had a lovely dinner. Bye.

Contrary to popular opinion,

I have decided to give myself permission
to sleep with Big, if it feels right.

So put that in your pipe and smoke it.

Well, you're a big girl.

Can I get that in writing?

Oh, man,
it better stop raining before tonight.

I have the most amazing shoes,
and water will just not do.

What, are you having a baby
or something?

-Damn.
-What?

And that was just a kick.

-Wait till the labor starts.
-You okay?

-I'm getting a little freaked.
-Well, yeah.

Carrie, will you be in the room with me?

Steve's a good coach,
but he's too emotional.

I'm gonna need something normal
to look at, it'll make me calmer.

Okay, but I'm there
purely for decoration.

I'm not cutting any umbilical anything.

Okay.

That night, after the rain,
after the dinner, after the dancing,

I took Big for a ride.

I can't believe
you actually talked me into this.

A buggy ride in Central Park.

-Very corny.
-Nope. Classic.

So, what are you gonna do out there
in Napa, besides watch grapes shrivel?

Work, smoke cigars,

look at the stars.

I give it a week.

New York.

New York.

Aren't you gonna miss it?

Nah.

But I will miss you, kid.

Very much.

Your cell phone's ringing.

I don't have a cell phone.

Oh, Jesus, that is me! Oh!

Miranda gave me one, 'cause, you know...

You know...

Oh. How the hell does this thing...

Thank you. Miranda?

Hi, I'm in labor.

Meet me at Mount Sinai,
at 99th and Fifth.

Okay, is Steve with you?

Uh, no, he's on his way from the bar.
I didn't think that I should wait.

-Are you okay?
-So far. Taxi!

Okay, I got a cab. I gotta go. Hi.

Miranda's in labor.
I have to get out of here.

-I have to get to Mount Sinai.
-Easy, easy.

Excuse me, sir. We have an emergency

and we need to get to 99th Street
and Fifth Avenue in a hurry.

I can't leave the park. I'll get a fine.

-What's your name?
-Bobbo.

Okay, Bobbo.

Here is 400 bucks.

See what you can do.

-Bobbo?

One short
carriage ride later...

Okay.

So, you leave tomorrow at 5:00?

How about lunch?
I'll come over around 2:00?

I can't believe you're leaving me alone
with a horse and buggy.

-Thanks for the ride, Prince Charming.
-Any time.

Carrie.

81 st and Park, Bobbo.

Boy, you will do anything
to stop me from having sex with Big.

-You look pretty.
-So do you.

Shouldn't you be lying down

or biting on a leather strap
or something?

I'm moving around,
trying to get my water to break.

The doctor says it's better
than having them break it for you.

So, what can I do?

When this gets going,

don't let anyone
get all cheerleadery on me.

I don't want any of that
"You can do it, push," shit.

Okay.

And thus, with a destroyed
pair of Christian Louboutins

began Miranda's delivery.

And it would continue
well into lunch hour the next day.

There she was,
Miss Sassy-in-her-Shag,

trying to catch Richard
with his lunchtime shag.

-Follow that car.
-Are you fucking kidding me?

Just go.

One cab ride
and a breaking-and-entering later,

Samantha found herself
at Richard Wright's bedroom door.

You bastard!

-Huh?
-Who the hell are you?

It's just sex. I love you.

Turns out
she was right about Wright.

But now she wished she was wrong.

There. Now your heart's broken too.

Um, who the fuck was that?

Turns out the baby
was almost as stubborn as Miranda.

You're doing good there.

-That's right, she is.

You're almost there. Now push. Push.

-Push, push, push.
-Nurse.

Don't say that.

Okay, Miranda,
one more deep breath. And go.

-Carrie.
-Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. There he is.

-And he's perfect.
-Yes, he is. He's perfect.

Oh, he's perfect. He's perfect.

Nurse.

-Hey.

Ten toes, ten fingers, two balls.

That feels good.

-You did so good.
-Okay.

Carrie.

And just like that,

life comes in
and things begin to change.

It's weird.

It's like suddenly
there's a giraffe in the room.

Hello.

Hey, Danny.

Um...

I was thinking "Brady."

Brady Hobbes.

Steve.

That's a fabulous hat.

I'm sorry.

-Hi.
-Well?

Well, he's really teeny,
and he has red hair.

Really? Oh, my God, that is so cute!

Listen, I have to go.

-I still have a chance to catch Big.
-Okay.

Oh, Jesus. Here comes Raquel Welch.

-What?
-She'll tell you.

I'm late. She'll tell you.

Why are you wearing that wig?

Because my hair under it
looks like shit.

Miranda has a son.

Just what the world needs, another man.

-Oh, come on, let's go see the baby.
-Wait.

-Okay.
-All right.

Wait, wait. Not so fast.

No.

It's not even 5:00.

What is this?

"If I ever feel lonely."

[instrumental "Moon River" playing]

It was official. A new season had begun.

Maybe our mistakes
are what make our fate.

Without them,
what would shape our lives?

Perhaps, if we never veered off course,

we wouldn't fall in love,
or have babies, or be who we are.

After all, seasons change.

So do cities.

People come into your life,
and people go.

But it's comforting to know

the ones you love
are always in your heart.

And if you're very lucky,

a plane ride away.