All language subtitles for sex and the city s06e11

[piano music playing]

- Taxi!

There are some New York nights
that are monumental, gigantic, historic.

Others are just Big.

Bet you can't get your steaks like this
in your little Napa Village, now can ya?

Where do yo think these cattle
comes from? A ranch on Canal Street?

Well, what we lack in livestock,
we make up for in cabs.

Napa has cabs.

Fine, you win,
and I don't wanna fight about it.

Oh, let's. Let's fight,
then we can make out.

So, what's on your New York agenda?

Making some deals, breaking some hearts?

-Can I tell you a secret?
-That's not your real hair?

I'm having a little heart thing done.

What?

They found a blockage. So I'm
getting a... You know, angioplasty.

Simple procedure, no big deal.

But, I can kiss these good bye.

-Carrie. Calm down.
- Sorry.

Come on. Don't be such a sissy.

It's nothing.
They do a million of these a day.

-It's like having your teeth cleaned.
-Oh God, you're sick.

Um, miss?

Um...

She's fine.
Could you bring some extra napkins?

And some violins.

Uptown, there was a different
kind of dinner being prepared.

With less cholesterol and no tears.

-Oh, my God.
-Hey.

However you got in here, I don't care,
I applaud you.

Miranda's new neighbor,
Dr. Robert Leeds

had quickly become her new boyfriend.
Doctor of all trades.

Magda let me in.
She was very excited at the idea

of someone actually
using your kitchen to prepare food.

Well, it's a first.

-I didn't know you could cook.
-I make one thing.

-Enchiladas, baby.
- Wow.

Here.

-Ooh.
- Mmm.

It's spicy.

You can handle it.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

I have placemats?

How am I gonna repay you for all this?

I only make lean cuisine.

-I have one idea.
-Done.

No, it's another idea. But it's related.

Oh.

Take tomorrow off.

From work?

-I don't do that.
-Just think about it.

Brady's with his dad,

I don't have to work until 7:00.
We can spend the whole day together.

Bet you have a few
personal days stored up.

Just think about it.

Truth be told,
Miranda had never taken

a personal day in her entire career.

But then again, no one had ever
made her enchiladas before.

Whoa! Jeez! Whoa!

- Steve!
-Oh, oh, hey.

What are you doing here?

-Ow!
-Oh, my God, are you okay?

Ow, ow... I see spots.

-Oh, let me take a look at that.

- Ooh...
-Who the hell are you?

-What are you doing here?
-I forgot Brady's eardrops.

-What are you doing here?
-I took a personal day.

-I'm Robert.
-This is Robert.

-I'm a doctor.
-He's doctor and my boyfriend.

I'm sorry. Is it weird that I just
called you that?

No, I like it.

Uh, hey, do you wanna help me
here or what?

Yeah, yeah,
let's take this in the bathroom.

Can you get some ice?

Bend your head forward slightly
and have a seat.

So, how long have you two
been hanging out?

Oh, about a month.

I was gonna mention it
when the time was right.

-I was just waiting for the right time.
- Uh-uh-uh-uh.

-Apply pressure.
-So, anyway, this is Steve,

-Brady's dad.
-Good to meet you, Steve.

Oh, my God. Who's watching the baby?

My ma... Ow! And Debbie.

Yeah, it should be fine.
It's just bruised.

-I'm gonna need a tampon.
-What?

-What the fuck?
-It's a little trick we use at work,

and some scissors. Here.

What are you,
some nose guy or something?

-No, I'm in sports medicine.
-For the Knicks.

Adding insult to injury.

Now, this should do it.

So, that pretty much solves the problem

of how Robert and Steve
are going to meet.

I guess I can check that off
my list of things to do.

That's horrifying.

I will continue to be horrified
by that story all day long.

And poor Steve,

he was in such a vulnerable position
with the sex and the bloody nose,

and the doctor boyfriend.

-Well, you won.
-It's not a competition.

You're right.

She's being fucked by a hot,
Black doctor

and Steve had a tampon up his nose.
No contest.

Okay, I hate to admit this,

but there is part of me that took
some pleasure in the whole thing.

Is that terrible?

Well, no, it's not as though
you planned it that way.

-Did you?
-No.

I'm crazy about Robert.

So, why do I even care
what Steve thinks?

Because you've been through
a lot with him.

Some people just get under your skin
and stay there.

-When I saw Big the other night--
-Big is in town?

Yeah, he's here
for a little heart thing.

What? Is he on the wait list to get one?

No.

And you're going to feel
incredibly bad in a minute.

He's here because
he's having heart surgery.

Okay, I'm officially a monster.
Please continue.

No, it's okay.

It's actually a fairly routine
procedure. They found a blockage--

Oh, honey.

I'm sorry.

This is exactly what happened
the other night when he told me.

I know, I know he's gonna
be fine. But...

What is going on with me?

Yoo hoo, ladies lunching.

Bitsy Von Muffling had recently
married cabaret singer, Bobby Fine,

known to everyone, but Bitsy,
as the gayest gay man alive.

Hi.

Oh, my goodness. Look at you.

Can you believe it? Me, pregnant.

It's a girl. Bobby is so excited,
he's already got two names picked out.

Judy or Barbara.
We're gonna wait to what she looks like.

-I like Judy.
-And I owe it all to Dr. Mao.

Or as we call him Dr. Wow,
acupuncturist slash miracle worker.

Seriously, I couldn't take it any more
with the IUls and the IVFs

and the I-give-up.

Anyway, then I go to this guy,
and poof, I'm with child.

Just from going to acupuncture?

I don't know how the hell it works, but
this guy could get a cactus pregnant.

Anyway, I've got to run.
Or shall I say, waddle.

-It was great seeing you girls.
-Bye.

How is that physically possible?
That woman is like 50 years old.

-And married to a fag.
-I have got to go see that Dr. Mao.

- Hello.
-Hi.

I have a three o'clock with Dr. Mao?

I know someone who tried for five years
and never saw results.

Did she drink the teas? Religiously?

Tell her to drink the teas.
They're smelly, but they work.

My friend Lois got pregnant
on her third visit.

I knew a woman who was told
she'd never get pregnant ever,

because she wasn't ovulating.

And guess what, she's expecting
her fourth this Christmas.

-Yes!

That's fabulous.

And then this woman
said that the teas

and the herbs are really important.

And I'm just wondering,
because I started

facility treatments with my first
husband, but now I'm remarried.

-So, this woman thought that I should--
-Mrs. Goldenblatt,

I have all that information.

Let's just concentrate on what
we're doing here, in this room.

Now, I'll be back in twenty minutes.
Just relax with your own thoughts.

I knew a woman who was told
she'd never get pregnant ever,

because she wasn't ovulating.
And guess what,

she's expecting her fourth
this Christmas.

From Eastern medicine
on the Upper West Side...

Hello?

...to Western medicine
on Upper East Side.

Hey, kid.

How are you?

-I'm alive.

-Asshole.

What did you think? I'd be dead already?

I don't know.

-Hospitals scare me.
-Oh, I'm fine. I'm great.

I've never felt better.

Boy, you should've seen your face.

You're such an easy mark.

Oh, oh. It's Ruby time.

Ruby's my favorite.

He says that to all the nurses,
doesn't he?

It's a safe assumption.

All right, darling. Come on. Up.

-Oh, that hurts,

-does it?

Oh boy, there she goes again.

-All waterworks. Come on, take it easy.
-I'm sorry. Just ignore me.

Oh, so sweet. She's worried about you.

Oh, don't cry. You husband will be fine.

No, no, I'm not. He's not my husband.

Meanwhile, Samantha welcomed
Smith back from his movie location

with open arms.

Now, put your index finger on my clit.

Oh, good.

But less pressure.

Okay, now two fingers.

A little higher.

A little bit more to the left.

Now, you feel that ridge?

Did you take a directing seminar
while I was gone?

I did some summer reading.

Okay, now keep your finger there,
but move your thumb.

Higher, higher.

Oh, I missed those hands.

-So, what do you want to eat?
- Later, without directions,

Smith tried the most intimate
hand position of all.

I don't know. What do you feel like?

Sushi, maybe...

Or Thai.

Oh, I just had Thai--

Babe?

You okay?

I have a new sympathy for the disabled.

What happened to you?

Oh, I'm fine, I just fell into one
of those hatches on the sidewalk.

It was stupid.

Oh, my God, that's my biggest fear.
How did that happen?

It was Smith's fault.

He did something to me that
was so perverse.

Okay, I'm just gonna say it.

He tried to hold my hand.

You mean to tell me that
Smith is a hand-holder?

And to think he once served us food.

You laugh,
but it's part of a bigger problem.

Do you know I didn't fuck
a single or a married guy

the whole time Smith was out of town.
And I'll tell you something else.

I missed him.

Well, it sounds to me
like he missed you, too.

Hence the deviant behavior.

Like it or not, that little tadpole is
wide open in there for you.

Life's short,

you might wanna consider
holding his hand.

Yuck.

Okay, it happened again. The crying.
When I visited Big at the hospital.

-That's three times now.
-I suggest waterproof mascara.

I finally figured out that the only way
to have Big in my life

was to block out certain feelings,
and now

every feeling that I've ever had
is bubbling up all over the place

with nowhere to go except
out my eyeballs.

-So, what are you gonna do about it?
-Nothing. There's nothing to do.

Big is who he is.
He's never gonna change.

He's limited and I accept that.

So, he'll go back to Napa,
and I'll go back to not crying.

-The end.
-Oww.

Honey, if it hurts so much,
why are we going shopping?

I have a broken toe,
not a broken spirit.

Well, come on then. Move that booty.

If New York City's
signature fruit is the apple,

then its signature sound
is the ambulance siren.

It seems like all day,
every day people are getting hurt.

And the whole city has to hear about it.

But what about the injuries
that don't get a siren?

Whether you're falling into a hole
in the street,

or possibly falling back in love.

Just how dangerous is an open heart?

Hello,
Mount Sinai Hospital.

Hi, can I please be connected
to room 817?

Let me see.

That patient left the hospital
this morning.

Well.

-How'd you find me?
-When you weren't at the morgue,

I figured you were at the Four Seasons,
and here you are.

You know I'd invite you in, Sniffles.
but I've run out of Kleenex.

Should I call the concierge,
or did you bring your own?

Oh, I'm sorry.

You must have me confused with
someone else.

I'm Candy, your Candy striper.

Stop. Put your coat back on.
Are you trying to kill me?

I can't smoke, I can't drink,
and I can't get excited.

About anything.

I'm in the union.

-I know the rules.
-It's a damn shame, too

because I love a cute candy stripper.

This isn't about stripping,
it's about striping.

Hmm, it's a complete waste of
a hotel room, if you ask me.

What are we gonna do now?

Oh, Candy's got a whole bag full
of PG fun in here.

-Oh, goodie.
-Starting with...

Dominoes. Classic and day glow.

Dominoes? Why don't you just take off
your dress and kill me now?

-Get it over with.
-Nobody wins with that kind of attitude.

Mmm!

Meanwhile, across town, another
caregiver was taking precautions.

I know, I know. Almost done.

Yeah, there we are. Now we're--

Steve might have gotten
knocked out the other night,

but Miranda had no idea
his girlfriend was a knock-out.

-Hey.
-Hi, Miranda.

Hello, it's nice to--

Oh, my gosh.

I'm... I'm fine. Oh, I'm fine.

It's nice to meet you. I'm Miranda.

This is my girlfriend, Debbie.

Are you sure you're okay?
You really came down hard there.

I'm fine, really. Thank you.

Hey there, Bradylicious. Hi.

Oh good, you're back.

Robert, this is Debbie.

-And you remember Steve.
-Yeah.

You're sure all right, babe?
'Cause I saw you go flying there.

What?

I'm fine. It was nothing.

Robert is just over protective,
because he's a doctor.

-Oh.
-For the Knicks.

Get out.

Did you hear that, Stevie? The Knicks!

-Yeah, yeah, I know.
-What a cool job!

-That is, like, crazy cool!
-Yeah.

Debby works for Mastercard,
corporate headquarters.

Really?

I have a Mastercard.

You know Steve won't even let me
talk on the phone

when there's a Knicks game on.
Even if I'm in the other room.

-I didn't know you were a Knicks man.
-Yeah, I follow all the New York teams.

He lives for the Knicks.

One time he took me to a game,
and our seats were so high up.

-What do they call that section?
-The nosebleed section.

I can usually scrounge up a few
courtside seats,

if you're ever interested.

That's okay. I like my seats.

-Take the seats.
-I don't need the seats.

Take the seats.

As Miranda and Steve continued
needling each other on the playground,

Dr. Mao was busy needling
Charlotte in his office.

And this time, she was determined to
drown out the voices in her head.

I'll be back in about 20 minutes.
Just try to relax and find your center.

Okay.

Unfortunately, she couldn't
drown out the voices on the street.

When Charlotte opened
her mind to Chinese medicine,

she didn't expect a visit
from the Cuban Liberation Front.

Dr. Mao?

Hello?

Dr. Mao?

I can't get centered.

Is there a quieter room?
'Cause I'm trying to relax

and find my center, but I just can't
do that with all this noise.

Charlotte...

This city will never quiet down.

You're gonna have to learn to
block out that New York noise

and listen only to yourself.

Charlotte was beginning to
think that the solution to her problem

wasn't finding her center,
but finding some earplugs.

No, the actors were cool,
the location was great.

The whole thing was off the hook.

But man, I missed you.

Look, I know where you want
to put your hand

and I'm sorry,
but I'm just not that kind of girl.

Samantha, I like you, you like me.

I've had enough of this horseshit.

Just fucking hold my hand.

Fine, but only until my foot heals.

And that's how Samantha
lost her virginity to Smith.

Hmm. You've got too many on that end
and they're crooked.

Especially those last four.

Hey, I'm doing all the heavy lifting
here, you're sitting there like a log.

-I'm in recovery.
-Oh, excuses, excuses.

And they're too closely spaced together.

See, you don't understand the delicate
balance of physics involved in this.

Well, that's true, This is really
more your generation's game,

whereas I came of age
in the Parcheesi era.

So I guess this is what we'd
be like in our seventies, huh?

No sex and board games.

Oh, you're already thinking about
your next birthday?

Seriously, kid.

You and me.

The early-bird special.

Yeah, save me a baked potato.
I'll meet you there.

Are you okay?

Oh, my God, you're burning up.
Here come on, let's get you in bed.

Uh-huh, okay.

Uh... Well, it's down to 101.

Well, that's good to hear.

Right.

So, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing.

Okay, thank you so much, Doctor.

Well, he thinks you're gonna be fine.

Is this wash cloth still cold?

Yeah, that feels nice.

Good.

You're an angel, you know that?

Nah, I'm just doing my job.

I'm serious.

What are we doing?

I'm talking about us.

Life's too short.

What are we doing?

I don't know.

It took the best heart surgeon
in New York,

but Big's heart was finally unblocked.

In fact, it was wide open.

- The next morning,

by the light of day, both injured
parties were rebounding nicely.

Hi. Hey, bubs.

-How was he?
-Good.

-A little cranky when he woke up.
-Yeah?

So...

-That was funny the other day.
-Yeah, it was fun.

Wait, did you say it was fun or funny?

I said funny, I think.
But I guess I meant fun.

-Debbie seems really nice.
-Thanks. I think so.

So does Robert...

-Is it Rob, or Robert?
-Robert.

Yeah, He seems like a really good guy.

Yeah.

Miranda.

-Hey, morning, Steve. How's that nose?

-Hey, little guy.
-Much better.

I keep telling people
that Debbie punched me.

-She loves that.

Well, then. I'm outta here.

Hey. Later.

Oh, my God, Charlotte.
Hey, there. Hi, there.

Heather Grayson told me
she saw you at Dr. Mao's.

Didn't you love him?
You feel like a pin cushion, I know,

but can't you feel it working?

-Sort of.
-Well, do you know Isabelle Reed?

Horrible woman.
But she's got a great story.

She tried everything,

and I mean everything,
before she went to Dr. Mao.

Anyway, she started going four times
a week, taking the herbs.

You have to take the herbs.
Are you taking the herbs?

It turned out that Dr. Mao
was a miracle worker.

Because in just two short sessions,

he taught Charlotte to block out all the
New York noise she didn't need to hear.

Hey.

How long have you been up?

Just a few minutes.

How are you feeling?

Better.

I feel like myself again.

-Let's see.
-I'm fine. I'm fine.

Excuse me.

It was a shift imperceptible
to anyone but me.

But I knew Big's heart had closed again.

Maybe it would reopen in another
five years, maybe it wouldn't.

But I knew myself well enough
to know that that's not enough.

Hey, I'm gonna order breakfast.
What do you want?

Just get me some cornflakes
and juice. Thanks.

[Carrie] For the first time all week,
I didn't feel like crying.

Life's too short.

Do you believe in what you see

Motionless wheel
Nothing is real

Wasting my time
In the waiting line

Do you believe in
What you see

Everyone's saying different things to me

Different things to me

Everyone's saying different things to me

Different things to me

Everyone's saying different things to me

Different things to me

Everyone's saying different things to me

Different things to me

Do you believe
In what you see

Motionless wheel

Nothing is real

Wasting my time

In the waiting line

Do you believe in

What you see