Sex and the City (1998–2004): Season 3, Episode 11 - Running with Scissors - full transcript

- Yes?
- Room service.

We've got to stop meeting like this.

You've been waiting
your whole life to say that.

I have to be some place
in three hours.

Why is your skin so soft?

When Dickens wrote, "It was the best

"of times, it was the worst of times",

he must have been having an affair

with his married ex-boyfriend.

Yeah?

It's me.



You can't keep changing the time.
I have a schedule too.

Fine. I'm sorry.

- Let's get those panties off.
- I have to put my diaphragm in.

I have to be at work in 40 minutes.

I know.

Our affair like our hotels
had gone from elegant with crystal

to seedy with plastic cups.

Cracker?

God, it's hot in here,
and the windows don't even open.

I hate those sliding air strip things.

I need air.

You picked the hotel.

Because it's on 56th and 8th,
where nobody knows us.

- 56th and 8th is safe.
- I don't give a fuck who sees us.



Yes, you do. I do, too.
You want people to get hurt?

This room smells like take-out curry.

It's too hot, I can't do this.

Are you saving it for your boyfriend?

Carrie.

No. You don't talk to me that way.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Jesus.

How did we get here?

Who are we?

- There you go.
- Thanks.

I have to tell you something.

You won't like it. I'd rather tell anyone
but you, but I have to.

OK.

- Because I need your help.
- OK.

I'm having an affair with Big.

I think my heart just stopped.

Also, I'm smoking again.
I'm smoking and sleeping with Big.

Feel free to delete me
out of your Palm Pilot.

- Give me one.
- Really?

- I think I need it.
- You are such a good friend.

Don't inhale.

Say you don't hate me.

- I don't.
- Thank you. If only I didn't hate me.

- How long has it been going on?
- Forever.

Actual time - three weeks.

I'm in the middle of this,
and I can't see.

I need you to yank me out of it.
Say stuff to yank me out of it.

- What about Aidan?
- Exactly. What about Aidan?

What about him?
I would die if he found out.

Big's acting jealous. I'm afraid
he'll call him or do something stupid.

- He's threatened to tell Natasha.
- What did you think would happen?

I didn't think. I just did.
I'm terrified we've messed it up

and it can never be
what it was supposed to be.

- It's a big mess.
- Take it easy, OK?

I'm confused. Does he only want me
because he can't have me?

- Yes.
- How do you really feel?

Forget about him.
What do you want?

I want everyone
to get out of this without getting hurt.

- That's realistic.
- Why not?

You've heard stories about affairs
where people realise

how great their other relationship is

and end it without
anyone being the wiser.

I don't watch
"Lifetime Television For Women".

You have to just stop. OK?
Just stop.

I am. I'm stopping.

- I am.
- Good.

- Who else knows about this?
- Samantha.

- And God.
- Not Charlotte?

If the-world-according-to-bride knew,
she'd kill me.

At least you wouldn't
have to be a bridesmaid.

While Miranda was trying not
to judge me on the Upper East Side,

Samantha was judging the crowd
at a hot spot on the Lower West Side.

It was a typical mix - ten per cent
Wall Street, ten per cent real estate,

ten per cent she'd slept with.

His name was Tom Reymi.

Excuse me.

A Manhattan legend - straight, single,
and sexually very active.

The male Samantha.

- Hi. I'm Tom Reymi.
- I know who you are. I'm...

- I know who you are.
- It's about time we met.

We know the same people,
we should go to dinner, blah blah.

- Wanna fuck?
- Under a minute.

- You could qualify for the Olympics.
- My place is...

- Do you swing?
- Swing?

You mean with other couples?

No.

Swing.

Oh my, so Cirque du Soleil.

You haven't fucked
till you've fucked in the swing.

I've always wanted to run off
and join the circus.

So, Samantha...

when was your last AIDS test?

So much for foreplay.

Anyone who has as much sex as us
has to ask, right?

I was tested again three weeks ago.

I'm good to go. How about you?

Samantha didn't know
how to tell Tom Reymi

that the only sex test she'd ever
taken was the Cosmo Quiz.

You have been tested, right?

No, but I'm very healthy.

- You haven't been tested. Why?
- I'm a busy girl.

I got hard in that club
just from looking at you.

We both know what's gonna happen
when we get in that swing.

I can't fuck you or eat you how I want,
unless I know it's safe.

Samantha, you should do me.

I am as good as they say.

Samantha had to figure out just
how much she wanted to do Reymi.

The pink Post-its
are for the gowns I like.

Green is for the gowns I really like.

Yellow is for the gowns
I don't know if I like.

Kill me, please.
Drag a sharp object across my throat.

Stop. You take "Modern Bride".
Samantha, "New York Bride".

- And I'll take "Annoying Bride"?
- Page 211. Tell me what you think.

- Okey-dokey.
- Cute purse.

There's no time for purses.
This is gown specific.

- Is your theme a Nazi wedding?
- Page 211.

- It's pretty. I like the flowers.
- Me, too. And I like that satin bow.

Have you all had an AIDS test?

Good morning.
Where did that come from?

I met this very hot guy. He won't
sleep with me unless I have a test.

We're looking at wedding gowns.
Could you not talk about AIDS now?

- You've never had an HIV test?
- No. Have you?

- Two.
- Three.

- How about upper length gloves?
- How can you not have had a test?

She doesn't mean that
the way it sounds. It's just...

Why not?

I always practise safe sex.

All right, I'm terrified.

- What if I have it?
- You don't have it.

Sometimes it takes me
a long time to get over a cold.

That's air conditioning.
Just get it over with.

The test is nothing. The worst part
is waiting for the results.

They take some people to this room,
and you know the news ain't good.

I sat there praying,
"Please don't take me in that room".

There are 1400 gowns
in this magazine.

I have only seen 600 of them.
I need help.

- You need to chill out. Hire a stylist.
- A stylist?

Some mignon
to do your dress bidding.

I can hire someone to do that?

This is New York.
You can hire someone to do anything.

- I'll fax you some names.
- Thank you, thank you.

If only I could hire someone
to take that test.

Later, I got thinking about safe sex.

Odd how only when our physical life
is at risk, do we protect ourselves.

What about our emotional lives?

Wouldn't it be nice
if there was a pamphlet to warn us

what behaviour might be high risk
to ourselves or our relationships?

Even if you take precautions and
emotionally try to protect yourself,

when you crawl in bed with someone,
is sex ever safe?

Yeah, I know,
but that's not my problem.

The next day, Miranda experienced
a different type of high risk behaviour.

- Eat me.
- Excuse me?

Eat me.

Miranda was furious. It was
bad enough she had just lost a case,

but now she was being harassed
by a sandwich.

You want pasta, you go to Little Italy.
You want wedding, you go Wang.

You want the perfect wedding dress,
go to Anthony Marantino, stylist.

Where is that sales girl?

For these prices, we should be
pulling her nose out of our asses.

Hello, someone. Let's go.

Charlotte was thrilled. Anthony was
like the pushy mother she never had.

Go, go, go...

I love them all.

Duchess satin with the lace appliqu?.

- The white is too white.
- No, with your skin tone...

Hates it. Move on.

The sharmoose, strapless,
with the net overlay.

Hates it.

Good bead work, though.

None of these are right at all.

- You're dragging!
- I hope she doesn't think I'm a bitch.

She's not paid to think,
but to make you happy.

I've been imagining my wedding dress
ever since I was a little girl.

I want it to be perfect.

Not for nothing.
I've done this a million times.

Don't worry. You'll know
the right dress when you see it.

Anthony.

Char.

That's it.

Across town, Samantha felt
as though she might cry as well.

- Have you had an HIV test before?
- No.

Why are you taking this test?

I... feel...

You know, it's...

- Are you feeling all right?
- Sorry, I'm really nervous.

Relax. Just routine questions.
Nothing to be alarmed about.

OK. Thanks.

- Do you have sex?
- Yes.

- Oral sex - give, receive?
- Yes. Yes, yes.

- Do you have anal sex?
- Yes.

- Do you swallow?
- Only when surprised.

- Do you use condoms?
- Yes.

- What kind of condoms?
- Lifestyles, Chic, Wet & Wild...

- No, I meant, latex, lambskin?
- Yes. Yes.

How many sexual partners
have you had?

I'm counting.

This year?

While Samantha
tried to remember her sexual past,

I came face to face
with my sexual present.

- Stop.
- Stop what?

You're making that sound. That...

...kissing sound. It's annoying.

It's just a sound I make, I guess.

Come here.
I'll try not to do it anymore.

Look, Ma, no sound.

I can't breathe. I can't breathe.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Don't go.

I don't get it.
You used to like that sound I make.

I love that sound.

- Where are you going?
- Home. I need time.

I'm in a weird place right now,
but I'll be out of it soon. I promise.

I'm sorry.

Say it's OK.

It's OK.

- What can I do?
- Nothing, it's me. It's all me.

- I just need time to figure it out.
- I'll give you room to do that.

You're not saying that
in a bad way, right?

No.

I'll be right downtown.

Hey, buddy. Call me later?

It's 1:00 in the morning.
I'll call you tomorrow.

Make the noise.
Please make the noise.

Good night.

Sorry.

I didn't know what I was doing,

but I was sure I had just entered
high-risk relationship behaviour.

Eat me.

Three days later, Miranda had
got her fill of the sandwich.

That's it. You're not allowed
to harass women like that.

Eat me.

We'll see about that.

- I'd like to speak to the manager.
- That's me.

That sandwich says sexually explicit
things to women as they walk by.

- What did he say?
- "Eat me."

- Yeah, he's a sandwich.
- He didn't say it in the sandwich way.

He said it
in the sexual harassing way.

He's a sandwich.

- Eat me.
- You're brave inside your sandwich.

Then Miranda glimpsed just enough
of his full lips and shiny white teeth

to stop thinking about the sandwich

and start wondering
about the man inside.

I can't stop thinking about him.

You're turned on by a sandwich?

It's the fact that I can't see him.
It's dangerous or something.

- That is one fresh sandwich.
- His voice is so sexy.

He's probably a troll.

Any man who propositions a woman
from a sandwich must be a troll.

I don't know.
You think he's white meat?

That's the first laugh
I've had in weeks.

Thank the sandwich
when you have sex.

I can't have sex with a sandwich.
Can I?

I never thought I'd have sex
with a married ex.

Can a hoagy be that far behind?

Miranda, what the hell am I gonna do?

As Samantha waited for her results,
she had one thought over and over.

"Don't let them take me
into that little room."

Ms Jones, I've got your results.
Please come with me.

Samantha began to realise she was
being taken into that little room.

She was healthy.
The nurse just wanted a quiet place

to lecture her on safe sex practises.

Days later, somehow I found myself
back at the corner of 56th and Safeth.

- How much?
- Excuse me?

I've seen you here before.

For sex - how much?

I'm out of here. That Japanese
businessman thinks I'm a hooker.

Wait. Carrie!

Carrie? What are you
doing in this neighbourhood?

Carrie, can we...

Hey.

I was doing business in the area.
We bumped into each other.

How are you?

I just checked on my wedding dress,
it's at the tailor and...

- Charlotte.
- I'd better go.

Charlotte.

That was that.
Now nowhere was safe.

Not even 56th and 8th.

It was a force bigger than me,
like Niagara Falls, you know?

No, I don't know. He's married.

- I know he's married.
- You're the other woman.

I'm not the other woman.
I'm not. I mean...

I know I am,
but I am not that woman.

Please, I feel bad enough already.

Good. Do you ever think about
how she'd feel if she found out?

- I think about it all the time.
- No, you don't.

You think about what would
happen to you, not about her.

She's just the idiot wife.
You don't know anything about her.

- I'll suffocate myself in this.
- This isn't a joke.

They took vows. Vows he broke.

I'm getting married. How would
you feel if someone did this to me?

I would kill them.

How could you do this?
You're my maid of honour.

I'm getting out.
Can I please help you pack now?

So we stood and bubble-wrapped,

the bride to be
and her maid of dishonour.

A week of fantasising sex with the
sandwich man had gotten to Miranda.

Safe or not, she needed to see
who she was dealing with.

Hi. Look, this is so silly.

Eat me.

Let me see your face.

Even though he was cute,
Miranda walked away.

What did they have in common?

She was a lawyer.
He was a sandwich.

Later, at Tom Reymi's,
after a week of sheer anxiety,

Samantha enjoyed
the benefits of totally safe sex.

Take your time. There's stuff
in the kitchen if you're hungry...

It was the lowest of the low. I had
made love to my married ex-boyfriend

on his lunch hour at his apartment,

while his 25-year-old wife
was sunning herself at the Hamptons.

- Jesus.
- What?

Could I feel any more like a hooker?

Why do you keep
doing that to yourself?

We should stop seeing each other.

Why?

You're married.

Hand me the phone.
I'm gonna call her right now.

Don't be ridiculous.
What are you gonna do -

call her at the beach and say
you love me and want a divorce?

You don't want me to call her
because you love that other guy.

- This is about that other guy.
- He has a name. It's Aidan.

- You have a wife, Natasha.
- Give me the phone.

You could have told her by now.

You told me not to tell her.

Here. Call her.

If I make that call,
are you gonna be there for me?

Are we gonna do this, really?

I mean, out in the daylight,
no cocktails, no hotel rooms, real life?

Carrie, in or out?

I need more time.

I'm calling her Monday.

I have to go.
You know how to let yourself out.

I couldn't help but wonder if I really
did know the way to let myself out.

Charlotte was right. What did I
really know about Natasha?

Natasha is a woman
who likes tea roses.

Natasha collects antique sugar bowls.

Honey?

Natasha comes home
from the Hamptons early.

Honey, are you here?
I took the Jitney home.

Sweetheart?

Honey?

Carrie. I see you.

Wait! I knew you were
having an affair, but not in my house.

Stop, I'm talking to you.

Oh my God!

I had assumed, the one
who would be hurt would be me.

Taxi!

Nearest hospital.

Shit!

Is she all right?

She lost a tooth
and needed a stitch in her lip.

They had a plastic surgeon, and it
won't scar. She's scared and swollen.

Her parents are on the way.
I have to go.

Thanks for being here.

I'll call you.

For what?

We're so over.

We need a new word for "over".

Carrie.

Surprise.
Where have you been all day?

I went to a museum.
Just walking around.

- Oh, yeah? How was it?
- It was good.

- I'll just wash my face. I'll be right in.
- OK.

Somehow, I had found a way
to let myself out of the mess.

I'd made it home.