New York New York can be a terrifying place.
Hi.
Uh, just coffee and a muffin, please.
That'll be $7.50.
But nothing is more frightening than the prospect of
running into an ex before you've even had your morning coffee.
-Miranda? -Mm...
You made me burn my tongue.
I gotta work on that, sorry.
Jeez, you look great, how you doing?
Good, you know, boring. What's new with you?
I guess that means you didn't get the invitation yet.
No, um, invitation to what?
I'm finally doing it. I'm opening up my own bar.
Wow, Steve, you're kidding! That's--
That's scary, right?
It's happening soon, it's next Saturday.
I'd really love it if you'd come.
Miranda, you remember Jessica?
Yes, sure. Of course, yes.
So, you'll come, right, next Saturday?
Oh, we'd love to see you there.
She "we'd" him, Carrie, right in front of me.
Miranda, I'm still asleep.
How can you have had an emotional mini-drama already?
No way I'm going to his opening, right?
Do you think I should go?
Well...
Let me think for a second.
What really pisses me off is...
It was my idea.
I'm the one who told him he should open his own bar
in the first place, but do I get any credit?
I'm guessing not, no.
No, of course not, it's infuriating!
Why couldn't he have been this ambitious when he was with me?
Well, maybe you inspired him.
Maybe he named the bar "Miranda's,"
or, uh, "Hobbes Knob."
He named the bar "Scout," Carrie.
After his dog. I'm not going to that.
You have to go, you guys are friends now, right?
That's what friends do.
Really?
You're my friend, does that mean you have to go with me?
Well, of course, absolutely.
That's what friends are for.
Forget it, not going.
To what?
What is it?
"Steve Brady and Aidan Shaw."
How did this happen?
Why are they even friends?
Well, according to Steve's girlfriend... Jessica,
who answered his phone
while he was in the shower this morning.
I love how you say "Jessica" like allegedly that's her name.
-Aidan is
Steve's silent partner.
Wonder why I didn't get an invitation.
You can have mine, sister, 'cause I'm not going.
Carrie, c'mon, it's a big party, you probably won't even see him.
It's not a party.
It's a parade of our failed relationships.
Next, you're gonna tell me that my junior prom date's
-the barback.
I think it's good Aidan invited you.
It means that he's ready to be friends.
I don't know what it means.
I just know I don't want to find out at the party.
It means, "I forgive you, please come."
Ah, nice try, I'm not going.
-I'll go. -Thank you.
You see? Samantha's my friend.
I'm going out with Samantha and her lesbian lover
and I am proud.
Let's not invite Maria.
I could use a night away from the old ball and chain.
Oh, don't tell me you're in a Sapphic slump.
All we ever do is lie around, take baths together,
and talk about feelings.
I think they call that a relationship.
I don't know how you people do it.
All that emotional chow-chow, it's exhausting.
I know, don't you just hate that?
Women.
That night, Samantha was determined to get Maria
out of the tub and out on the town.
I do not see why we're out in this crowd
with all this smoke
when we could be home relaxing together.
I just thought it would be fun to take our relationship
out on dry land for a change, that's all.
Besides, what's the fun of getting clean
if you can't get a little dirty first?
Samantha Jones,
what's it gonna be tonight, darling, the usual?
Brian here happens to make
the most dangerous mojitos in the city.
Two mojitos coming up, on the house.
-Fun place, huh? Hey, gorgeous.
Oh, Sean Sullivan, what are you doing in town?
Back on business for a few weeks.
Hey, what are you doing next Saturday?
Saturday?
-We have plans for Saturday. -Oh, okay.
How about a late run? I'll call you.
What is this "late run"?
Doesn't translate. I didn't know
that we had plans on Saturday.
I already promised the girls I'd go out with them.
Oh. Should I come?
I'm a girl.
No, sweetie, I know, but since you don't really like to go out, I just thought--
Here you go, ladies. Enjoy.
I get off at four.
Samantha had to face her past
and Charlotte was facing her future.
Now that Trey had no problem getting hard in the bedroom,
she saw no reason why their bed should be.
Bunny. Hi.
What are you doing here?
When Trey told me you two were buying a new bed,
I insisted he let me help.
I picked out the one he has now, did you know that?
It's Chippendale.
No. Um... Where is Trey?
Still at the hospital, I expect.
Don't fret, we'll find a mattress to fit the frame.
You know, we were hoping to find a bed
that was a little bigger and less hard.
My dear, I'm a firm believer in firm mattresses.
Oh, look, the perfect dust ruffle.
Five-pleat gusseted duster with a foot drop.
I have one just like it.
Actually, Bunny...
Most of the newer beds don't even need dust ruffles.
My dear child, you cannot not have a dust ruffle.
It's unsightly.
Oh, this is divine.
Nice and firm.
Hello, my darling girls. Sorry I'm late.
I see you've started without me, mother.
Trey, you simply must get in and feel this, it's sublime.
Hello.
Oh, this is comfy, isn't it?
Charlotte, you really must try this.
I was thinking more along the lines--
Oh, Charlotte, for heaven's sake, get in.
This is heaven.
I'm sorry, this is just way too--
Firm? All righty then, something softer.
Something with a dust ruffle, Trey.
Whatever you say, mother,
you know best.
You hear it too, huh, Fatty?
I think I might have a ghost.
I think I might have to hear that again.
There were weird noises last night right above me.
The cat heard it too.
Oh, well, if the cat heard it.
That's not a ghost, that's some weird upstairs neighbor's nocturnal...
What have you.
That's what I thought too at first.
But this morning the super let me in upstairs, and...
There's no one living there.
The place is completely empty.
And I know it sounds crazy, but last night I could feel it.
Did the cat feel it too?
The hairs on the back of my neck all stood up.
My grandmother had a ghost.
And finally she had to tell it to leave.
That's exactly what you're supposed to do.
Confront the ghost, acknowledge its presence,
then release it.
How do you happen to know that?
Everybody knows that.
The thing that I don't understand is why now?
I've been living there for two years.
When I was living alone,
I used to feel scared like that all the time.
But now that I'm back with Trey I feel so safe.
What are you saying, Charlotte?
I have a ghost because I'm single?
That's discrimination.
New York is definitely haunted.
Old lovers, ex-boyfriends.
Anyone you have unresolved issues with,
you are bound to run into again and again
until you resolve them.
My relationship with Aidan was long dead,
but with one invitation,
he was suddenly a presence in my life again.
Or had he been there all along?
Like the chair he made
that I could never bring myself to sell.
When a relationship dies,
do we ever really give up the ghost?
Or are we forever haunted
by the spirits of relationships past?
Why did you not introduce me to that Sean?
Ah... He's nobody, just...
a guy I used to fuck.
-Oh.
And the bartender man?
He's nobody, just a guy I used to fuck.
And why have you not told this nobody
that you are with somebody now?
Oh. Well, what am I supposed to say?
"Hi, this is my lesbian lover
and P.S., I'm done with dick"?
Who said anything about dick?
I was talking about our relationship.
Of course you were.
Oh...
Do you miss a dick?
Is that what this is all about?
It's okay to tell me.
We should talk about this.
More talking?
Okay. I'll talk.
How many men have you been with?
How many women have you been with?
Twelve.
Have you been with more than 12 men?
Why are we even talking about this?
Why are you so afraid to talk?
-Always pulling away. -I'm not pulling away.
I'm trying to get closer.
No.
No, no, not like that.
Not with sex.
I cannot just turn it on and off.
After all, I'm not a man.
You know what?
I think I'm clean now.
That night, Charlotte found herself haunted
by dust ruffles, ducks, and Bunny.
Your mother decorated this entire apartment, didn't she?
Of course. Mother does all our houses.
I should have known. Plaid...
And the mallards.
You don't like them?
No, it's like we live in the "Museum of Natural Ugliness"!
Trey...
If we're really serious about making a fresh start
with our marriage and making this our home...
it should reflect our taste, shouldn't it?
Well... I, uh,
I have no taste clearly.
Well, then my taste, for us.
Darling, mother spent an awful lot of time and money
on this place.
I understand...
But I am your wife.
So, maybe I should just have a chat with her.
No, let me talk to her, it might go easier.
Tomorrow, when she comes over for brunch,
I will sit her down and say
that this is simply not our... slash your taste.
The animals have got to go.
But the next morning...
Oh, up and at 'em, George McFaddam.
It's daylight in the swamp.
Trey was in no condition to talk to anyone.
Hello, mother. -Oh,
darling, what's the matter?
Are you ill? Here, let mother--
Sore throat. Shh, sh...
Charlotte, telephone my house
and tell Geneva to bring over some broth
and my overnight case.
I know you have a busy week at the gallery
and I might as well stay in the guest room
until Trey's recovered.
Oh, Charlotte,
what's this mallard doing here?
He lives in the study.
Yes, Bunny.
Since I wasn't going to risk an awkward public confrontation
at Aidan's opening,
I wanted to at least make a gesture.
Some small way of saying thank you for inviting me.
For being braver than I could have been.
And for at least suggesting that we can be friends.
Hello?
There was no sign of him,
but he was everywhere.
In the mahogany bar, the wood floors,
the carved ceiling.
The whole place looked and felt...
just like Aidan.
Hey! -Hey!
What are you doing here?
Oh, I was just in the neighborhood.
I just couldn't resist a little sneak preview.
Hey, did Miranda come with you?
No, no, I just um...
I'm not gonna be able to come to the opening,
so, I just wanted to thank Aidan, you know...
for inviting me, so...
It's a mulberry bush.
You know, 'cause the bar is on...
-Mulberry Street.
-Yeah, so... -Wow.
Carrie, that's really, really sweet.
Um, only, um...
Aidan didn't exactly invite you, I did.
Oh, you did?
Yeah, 'cause I thought Miranda might feel more comfortable
if she knew you were gonna be here, so...
So, then Aidan didn't invite me?
Well, no, not exactly, but...
Hey, Steve! -Oh, hey. Gotta, I--
-Gotta, gotta go. -Carrie!
That night, I wasn't the only one who was haunted.
One phone call later...
Does the ghost like Oreos?
At this point, I'm almost hoping there is a ghost.
Otherwise, I'm insane.
You say that like it's an either-or proposition.
I know, I'm sorry for making you come over,
I just needed another person here, you know?
'Cause the cat's an unreliable witness.
Don't worry about it. I checked the rarely invoked haunted house clause
of the best friend contract,
you're completely covered.
Meanwhile, across the park,
Charlotte, haunted by Bunny's decision to spend the night,
couldn't sleep either.
Bunny! What are you doing?
I remembered I had some Vicks in my bag.
It's the best thing for a cold.
But I already gave him some Nyquil.
Nyquil doesn't cure anything, Charlotte,
except consciousness.
Don't you think I should do that?
Oh, I've been doing it since he was a child,
it's no bother.
But I am his wife.
If anyone does it, it should me.
Not on his tummy, Charlotte.
You're trying to break up the phlegm.
Oh, let me.
You don't know what you're doing.
And you're being very inappropriate.
Bunny.
I'm sorry, but this just isn't going to work.
Trey and I are back together and this is our house.
And we will redecorate it as we see fit.
No more plaid, no more duck decoys.
From now on,
there can only be one lady of the house.
I've been in this house far longer than you, my dear.
And unlike you, I never left.
Believe me, the decoys may come and go,
but I'm going to be here forever.
Oh.
Samantha? -Oh?
Samantha, you home?
C'mon, baby, open up, it's me, Sean.
-Sam.
Oh, alright.
Sean, what are you doing here?
It's 3:00 in the morning.
Let's fuck.
How did you even get in?
Your security code's still the same.
So, how about it, can I come in?
No, Sean, you can't be here right now.
Hey. C'mon, c'mon, I got hard just walking up your stairs.
What, you got another guy in here or something?
No...
Not another guy, no.
-I'm Maria... -Hey.
Samantha's girlfriend.
Good for you, wow.
That's... Uh...
Hey, maybe I could come in
and you two could make me a sandwich or something.
I don't think tonight's gonna be good for us.
C'mon, I'm only in town for just a...
I'm sorry.
You get away from the door, motherfucker!
Before I call the cops!
Okay, goodnight.
And with that,
Maria released Samantha's ghost and confronted Samantha.
You let men come to your door
like this in the middle of the night?
Let it go, it's all in the past.
No, it's not in the past.
It's serving us drinks.
It's on the answering machine.
It's at your door in the middle of the night.
Alright, this might come as a shock to you,
but I used to have sex with men.
This man was here for nothing but sex.
Yes, which I used to enjoy
and haven't had much of since I got into this relationship.
You call this a relationship?
Well, it's tedious and the sex is dwindling.
So, from what I've heard, yes.
If you have something to say to me...
I have nothing to say to you.
I am fresh out of things to say to you.
All we ever do is talk, talk, talk.
The talking in our relationship has replaced the fucking
in our fucking relationship!
I don't want talk! I want passion.
I want fireworks!
Oh! Do you want fireworks?
I'll show you fireworks!
That's fireworks. Pow!
What are you doing?
-Here! -Stop it!
No, stop! Ah!
My plates!
These are not your plates!
You don't even cook!
Want a little firework?
-Bing!
Another little one? Ba-bing!
Didn't even leave a card,
so now he's not gonna know what the plant's supposed to mean.
It's like I plant-bombed him.
So, how did the bar look?
Like Aidan. It's amazing.
-Well, good for Steve.
That's convincing.
I know. I'm trying to be happy for him.
He's got his own bar,
his own life, his own Jessica.
And I'm still here.
You know?
In the same apartment, doing the same job, living the same life.
Yeah, but you have something that no one else has, you have a ghost.
You have a ghost. You have two.
Yeah, but at least Big's a friendly ghost.
Aidan, on the other hand...
I'm just afraid the way I treated him
is gonna haunt me the rest of my life.
There's nothing I can do about it.
Sure, there is. Come to the party.
He didn't invite me.
Steve's a good guy.
He wouldn't have invited you if it wasn't okay with Aidan.
Do you ever think that you might still have feelings for Steve?
No.
God, no, why?
Do you? For Aidan?
No.
I don't know. I don't think so, no.
I don't know.
Thank you.
I left Miranda's early,
got some sleep,
and in the light of day,
it felt like all my ghosts had disappeared.
And I saw the world exactly as it was.
A few days later, Trey felt better too...
-Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.
So did Charlotte.
Especially since Bunny had moved out of the guest room
and back into her own apartment.
Yoo-hoo, up and at 'em George McFadd--
I brought some muff--
Oh, dear.
I-- I-- Well, I just brought--
I brought... some muffins for breakfast.
Charlotte didn't know whether it was their making love
or their making love on a bed without a dust ruffle
that had offended Bunny...
but either way, their "sexorcism"
ensured Bunny never haunted their home again...
unless expressly invited.
While downtown, a dearly departed spirit
suddenly reappeared.
It's been two days, I was worried.
And you didn't even call.
Neither did you.
I brought you a gift.
Better be dishes.
Open it.
Maria made one last ditch effort
to give Samantha what she thought she needed.
You bought me a strap-on?
Samantha was touched.
And since she couldn't bring herself to admit
she wasn't capable of being in a relationship,
she simply said...
Well, I guess we could give it a try.
That night, despite all my fears and reservations,
I let Miranda and Samantha talk me into going
to the opening of Scout.
Wow!
Who are all these attractive people? Hello.
Who cares, we're looking for Aidan, ladies.
Eyes akimbo.
Yeah, that's it, stealth.
Hey, what you doing there, sister?
Getting your groove on doing the robot?
I threw my back out.
Oh. Oh.
How?
Fucking Maria with a strap-on.
She fucked me, I fucked her.
With all the fucking and talking,
I had no idea men had to work so hard.
How does a strap-on work exactly?
Is it belted or--
Could we not have the strap-on conversation right now?
This night is hard enough as it is.
-Sorry. -Alright.
How does it work?
Hey, what did I just say?
It doesn't.
Maria and I broke up.
Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry.
Was it the strap-on that broke the relationship's back
or just yours?
Maria thinks I have intimacy issues.
-Oh, come on. -Oh. She's crazy.
I tried, I really did, but I'm not a relationship person.
I told her from the start, didn't I?
-You certainly did. -You absolutely did.
I did, I did.
And then she has to go and fall in love with me. I mean, what the fuck!
I need a drink.
Would it be bad to have a martini with my muscle relaxant,
-or bad in a good way?
I don't know.
Are you operating heavy machinery this evening?
Never again.
Where's the bar in this bar?
Miranda was right.
When you see a ghost, you just know it.
You can feel it.
The hairs on the back of your neck stand up.
That was it?
That's all I get?
I don't even know what that was.
I don't know who that was.
-Was that Aidan? -Does he look better,
or have I just been with a woman for too long?
Alright, that's enough.
I'm going home, I don't even know why I came.
Oh, because I begged you to.
C'mon, let me buy you ladies a free drink, huh?
Okay.
-Oh, I'll meet you at the bar. -Yeah.
-Okay. -Okay.
You came!
I'm so glad.
So? What do you think?
I think...
I think you did good.
Really?
-You mean it? -Uh-huh.
'Cause I never would've done this if it wasn't for you.
What are you talking about? I didn't do anything.
Are you kidding me?
This whole thing was your idea.
You always told me I should start my own bar.
I never forgot that.
I just never thought...
that I could, so...
Thanks.
You did good.
And just like that...
Miranda gave up the ghost.
C'mon, let's get you drunk.
An hour later,
since my ghost hadn't reappeared,
I decided to sneak out the side door
for some cake and a smoke.
You're not seriously smoking that, are you?
Ha-ha.
Is that all you could carry, Carrie?
Shit.
I can't eat my cake.
Sure you can.
You got your fingers all in it.
Nuh-uh, that's my cake.
So now you want the cake?
I never not wanted it.
Okay, lady, you take the cake.
-Mmm...
You cut your hair.
You have frosting on your lip.
-Hey, partner. -Hey.
Hey.
It's time for our toast.
I thought you were the silent partner.
Glad you came.
Thanks.
Good to see you, Carrie.
Good to see you, too.
I had confronted my ghost.
I had accepted and released him,
but now, I was more haunted than ever.
Because what I felt out there was no ghost,
it was real.