Carrie! Carrie!
Carrie!
I'll call you back.
Lisette! Hi.
- Hey. - Hey, it's so funny to see you here.
I know. I thought you only existed
in the vestibule of our apartment building.
- Whatcha doin' here? - Embarrassingly,
I'm here watching them set up the party tents for my jewelry show.
Hey, you're one of Bulgari's three new designers to watch.
There is nothing embarrassing about that.
Plus, Bryant Park, former home to Fashion Week?
That's hallowed ground.
You are coming Friday night, right?
Cocktails in a tent? That's my wheelhouse.
Good, 'cause you're the only one I care about.
Well, you and the buyer from Neiman's. And Saks.
But really just me.
Hey, can I buy you a cappuccino?
Thanks. I gotta run.
Embarrassingly, they asked me to record
the audio version of my new book, so...
- Anyway, I'll see you later. - Okay.
Hey!
You're Carrie Bradshaw.
Nothing embarrassing about that.
- Bye. - Okay.
Rocco, I'm out front a little early.
- Out front? - Yeah.
- I'm right around the corner. - 'Kay...
Hey! Stop him!
He stole my purse! Help me!
Why is no one helping? Why are you just standing there?
He stole my purse!
Oh, okay. It's alright.
Hello, you.
That low-life motherfucker.
Can you be more specific?
Someone just stole my Birkin.
- No! Where? - Right in front of my goddamn townhouse.
Like, in broad daylight. What's happening to this city?
So, I'm circling the block
in case he took my wallet and ditched the bag,
like they used to.
Nah. Everyone's clued in these days.
- Are you okay? - Not really.
Like, I splurged on that bag
as a gift to myself after my very first big sale.
I mean, I bought it so long ago, there wasn't even a waitlist.
And I want to assure you, the school now has four more
safety guards at each corner.
Is Miranda more of a flower person or the food-basket type?
I wanna get her a really nice thank you gift for connecting me with Nya.
- She's doing my doc tomorrow. - That's so exciting!
Miranda is definitely more of a foodie
but she is still in LA with Che.
- I can get you that address. - Yes!
Okay.
To an incident
that's put the entire Arbor community at risk.
Some of our students have created a MILF list.
- We are totally getting that list. - 100%.
Does someone have something to add?
- No. - No?
Because you seem very chatty.
Good. I'm glad we're on the same page.
"It was the kind of day that would've fallen
into the 'forgotten' file if it had ended any other way."
I keep messing that up. I'm so sorry, you guys.
- That's okay. I got it on the other take. - Okay.
You wanna take a breath or stretch before we move on to chapter three?
Nope. No, thanks. I don't need to, thank you.
You are doing so great.
You're still sure you don't wanna hire an actress?
You know, like, Julianne Moore, Julianna Margulies?
Any of the Juliannes?
Look, actresses were fine for your other books
but a memoir this personal needs to be read by the author.
Carrie, you're still poppin' your P's a little.
Jimmy's coming in for another mic adjustment.
- Oh, God, the B.O. - Oh, no, really? I didn't notice it.
Wait till he lifts his arms.
I can fix the mic!
Okay, just doin' a little adjustment.
- Thank you. - Oh, and Gary
wants you to make sure you hit your T's.
You're swallowing them. Forgotten, not "forgodden."
Swallowing them?
- Yeah. - Forgotten. Yeah. Thank you.
Peace out.
Oh, my God.
We're the ones who need a mask.
Okay, I'm gonna do something about that.
No, no, no, it's okay. Honestly, it's okay.
I can survive the two days.
Heroic, but we booked for five.
Five days?
My God, any of the Juliannes could've banged this out in two.
It's a book about your husband passing.
We wanna make sure you have enough time. Okay? It's a lot.
Okay. Are we ready
- for chapter three? - Yep.
I'm gonna go get you some mint tea.
Amanda, thanks, but I don't,
I don't want you here waiting on me every day.
I wish.
Sadly, it's back to the publisher mines for me,
but I texted you Gary's info in case you have any problems.
- Okay? - Okay.
Where am I?
Chapter three.
'Kay. Ready.
Recording.
"Chapter Three.
"I came home from the Manhattan School of Music
"with Beethoven's concerto still ringing in my ears.
"The sound of the running shower greeted me.
As I called John's name, I worried..."
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I missed a word.
- You okay there? - Yeah.
Yeah, I guess I haven't looked at this in a while.
"Remember worrying"?
"I remember worrying..." Wait.
What? That's confusing.
No problem. Let's just start again.
Okay.
"Chapter Three.
"I came home from the Manhattan School of Music
"with Beethoven's concerto still ringing in my ears.
The sound of the running shower greeted me as I called..."
See, this sentence is so long I wish I could
cut from here to,
"We had a two-hour drive ahead of us." Is it okay if I do that?
Actually, no, it's not okay. They need you to read what's published.
Well, that's a shame 'cause it's really clunky.
I mean, who wrote this thing anyway?
- Go again. - Okay.
- Top of chapter three. - Okay.
"Chapter Three.
"I came home from the Manhattan School of Music
"with Beethoven's concerto still ringing in my ears.
"The sound of the running shower greeted me.
"As I called John's name,
"I remember worrying about the lateness of the hour.
"We had a two-hour drive ahead of us, after all,
and time was very important to John."
Okay, yeah, sorry I did that. I swallow... I did the...
I swallowed the "t" on "important."
Yeah, I'm sorry. That's on me.
And, Carrie, I think you can really afford to slow down.
Take your time. We've got five days in here.
Yep. That's what I hear.
"How is it going, my little cannoli?"
- "Dad, can you please not call me that?" - "So what?
"I'm not allowed to call you my little cannoli anymore?
"Who am I offending now?
"Pastry or cream?
"I need to talk to..."
- That's my line. - I'm sorry.
It's okay.
"I need to talk to you."
- "It's not about a nickname..." - Wait.
Wait, I'm sorry.
The type got all small again. I hate this new phone.
Can't they just print these pages out for you?
Not when it's a new scene I just got that we're rehearsing in an hour.
Okay, let's go from where the dad sits.
You mean, after you start crying?
Well, I don't necessarily have to cry. It's not set in stone.
Well, it says down here, "Che begins to cry."
And then, "Che cries harder." And then, the dad says, "Don't cry."
So, I think you have to cry.
Can we please just run the lines?
Oh, yeah, sure. Okay.
"What do I care what you call yourself?
You wanna be non-binary, be non-binary. I just don't wanna lose my little girl."
"You're not losing me. I'm still me."
"Come on, cannoli. Don't cry.
You know I can't handle it when you cry."
Do you wanna try to cry?
- No. No, I don't, Miranda. - Okay, alright.
Because if I cry, it sends a signal that being non-binary is a tragedy
and that I'm not happy, which I am.
Correction. Which I was until I got this
fake-ass shitty scene.
Well, then just tell 'em you won't do it.
No, I've already told them that I won't have blue hair,
or wear a zoot suit, or do 10 lame they/them jokes.
I...
This is supposed to be me, and...
Fuck.
Che, what can I do?
- I'm okay. - You're gonna be great!
And you've still got three days till the taping,
and I'll be there cheering you on.
Right?
- Right. - Yeah.
Alright, come on. I'll drop you off at your meeting
- on the way to the studio. - Okay. Thanks.
- Goddamnit! - What?
How could I miss a call when the ringer is on?
This android has a mind of its own.
I can't believe I let the sales person talk me into it.
And why is Brady ghosting me?
- I haven't heard from him in days. - Relax.
He's with his girlfriend in Europe having fun.
Yeah, but...
But that phone is real annoying.
- Get it checked. - Yeah, I will.
Come here.
And,
that's how I became a professor at Columbia Law School.
- Really great, Nya. - Really?
Yes. Now, I wanna double back
and get some more of your feelings about
- Constance Baker Motley. - Well, I mean,
how did one woman break all those race and gender barriers?
She was a...
- I think my mic slipped down. - Bryan.
- Yeah, I'm on it. - I'm sorry. I...
- No, it's okay. It's fine. - I'll get that for you.
Pardon my reach.
- I just gotta look for the culprit. - Oh yeah, sure. Of course, yeah.
Shouldn't you buy me dinner first?
You know what? I really think we got it
and we're running over, so I think we can just wrap it up.
Copy. If you might... Oh, okay.
Let me just get it right here.
There it is.
Were you serious about that dinner?
What? No, I was just joking.
That's too bad.
Hey.
Can I talk to you about your sound guy?
Bryan? Oh, he's fine, right?
That was a little bit extra, am I right?
Well, let's just say he didn't go mic-fishing
on the circuit court judge I interviewed yesterday.
Okay, well, my husband and I just separated,
so my mind isn't working that way yet,
but did you see his arms in that shirt?
I think your mind is working that way,
so why don't you give him your number, and make it quick,
because we are late for lunch.
That's a wrap, everybody. I'll see you Thursday.
- How's the book taping going? - Well, day two and, apparently,
I'm still popping my P's and swallowing my T's.
Turns out, talking, not so easy.
Aside from the P's and the T's, how are you doing?
It can't be easy reliving everything.
Just so you know, if you ever need me to come up there for support, I am there.
I'm fine. I'm fine.
With the exception of this fast-breaking speech problem,
I'm doin' pretty well.
You are doing really well.
I was just saying this to Miranda.
The way you've moved on, we're so proud of you.
Here they come. I thought maybe they had forgotten.
- Hi! I'm sorry. - Hi! It's okay.
- Don't worry about it. - I'm so sorry I'm late.
Hi. You smell good.
It was all my fault.
Yeah, she was just so damn compelling, we went into overtime.
Well, hurry up. Look at your menus. We've been stalling.
Wait! I got it!
- I got the list! - Ordering can wait.
- Wait, I can't open it. - Wait, what list?
Okay, this is gonna sound silly, but there's a whole brouhaha at school
about this MILF list that a kid started.
- A what? A MILF list? For real? - Yes.
It's basically MILF-gate.
Okay, okay. Here we go. Downloading, baby.
- How did you get it? - I will never reveal my sources.
You two are like a regular Woodward and Bernstein.
For the record, I do think it's wrong that in this day and age,
women are still being judged solely for the...
Here it is! We're number two and three!
I'd switch our order, of course.
No! You totally deserve to be number two! But who's number one?
Kayla Charles. Finn's stepmom.
- Ooh, yes, she is stunning. - Yeah.
But don't you think that, technically, a stepmom should be on a different list?
Well, Nya, surely you cover this in your class
on "MILF Law in the 21st Century."
I am sorry.
Our lunchtime fodder is not usually this lowbrow, I swear.
Really? Who have you been eating with?
Oh no, listen, I'm enjoying it,
but maybe we should switch gears and, I don't know,
talk about abortion rights,
or how our democracy is hanging by a thread,
or how our planet is dying.
Hot sound guy just texted me.
"John lifted his head and looked up at me from the shower floor.
"Time stopped.
"I couldn't move.
It felt like I stood there for hours."
- Is she taking a pause, or? - I don't know.
"But it was only a moment..."
That was a pause.
Hey, Carrie, I think maybe it's too slow now.
- Okay. - Maybe split the difference
moving forward.
Let's do that same section about how long you waited,
but without waiting so long.
Recording.
"John lifted his head
"and looked up at me from the shower floor.
"Time stopped.
"I couldn't move.
"It felt like I stood there for hours.
"But it was only a moment.
"He looked so small.
I'd forgotten how big he was."
Guys, I think it's bad for the author to be this emotional.
You know, it just...
It feels...
- unprofessional. - Agreed.
Why don't we just skip chapter three for now,
- and we'll come back to it another time? - Okay.
Okay, yeah. Let's just...
We'll skip chapter three for now. We'll come back to it.
- But I hit those T's on "forgotten." - You did!
Yeah, definitely.
- Definitely heard that. Yeah. - Definitely heard it.
- Okay. - Chapter four.
- Oh, you scared me. - Carrie! Carrie!
Bitsy. Hi.
- Come, come! Sit! - Yeah? Okay.
- Hi. - Is my upper lip still red raw?
- No. No, no, no. Not, not really. - You're too kind.
A $100,000 facelift and I still have to come here
for a $25 mustache wax.
God's clearly a man.
So, what fabulous thing are you on your way to or coming home from?
Nothing fabulous. No, I was recording my new book.
Yes! Loved & Lost.
I just preordered it, Buttercup.
- Thank you. - I can't wait to see what keen
Carrie Bradshaw perspective you have for me and all those other ladies
out there who have lost a husband.
Well, I don't know about any perspective.
I just...
I just fell apart reading it.
I was suddenly right back there again.
It was embarrassing.
I thought I was doing so well. I got through that whole first year.
Honey, the second year is worse than the first.
That's the dirty, little secret nobody tells you
because time is passing and whatever's happening,
you know, good, bad, weird, he's missing all of it.
So, you feel farther and farther away from him.
It's...
it's just awful.
But you always, you always seem so up and about.
Well, I am, some days. Other days?
I'm just fakin' it, sister.
Well, what's the alternative?
Feeling sorry for myself?
I'll pass along a saying I heard in my Kabbalah class.
Okay.
"The hole never fills, but new life will grow around it."
So, your job is to do whatever you need to plant some seeds.
For me, it was a facelift.
For you, it's probably something else.
But you do whatever you do to make yourself feel better.
"As I lifted his lifeless body...
into my arms... "No. No way.
Hi. You've reached the cell phone of Gary Schneider.
Leave me a message.
Hi, Gary. It's Carrie Bradshaw.
I just tested positive for COVID,
so you're gonna have to get an actress to record it.
I'm so sorry. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Thank you.
Careful not to move.
Yeah, this looks great.
I guess I'm just feeling a need to commemorate this moment in my life,
to capture it, you know?
To remember who I am right now and make sure I never, ever slide back
into the person that I don't wanna be.
Like the one who stayed at that corporate law firm for all those years,
- repressing your wants and needs? - Exactly!
Like a little robot billing 80 hours a week.
And for what, Ricky?
Well, you know what I do have?
I have some fun robots.
Check it out. The Jetsons' housekeeper.
Oh, yeah.
Here's my "Lost In Space" guy.
He is popular.
But, what you have to do is something that's gonna make you
feel most connected to yourself, Miranda.
You're so easy to talk to. I really appreciate that.
- Hey, California. - Oh, thank God you picked up!
I'm on the precipice of doing something
either really stupid or totally liberating.
If this involves the Church of Scientology...
A tattoo.
A tattoo, okay. Yep. Should've seen that coming.
And I almost did it, I really almost did because why not?
What's the big fuckin' deal? It's a tattoo.
Everybody has them now, right?
Right, and everyone's also having them removed.
True and I'm scared of commitment.
I can't even pick a background for my phone.
Ricky thinks it's all connected to my fear of losing control.
- Miranda? - Yeah.
It's time for you to come back to New York.
No! It's fun out here! It's like pretend-life.
I never want it to end.
So, what about you?
Charlotte says the recording is going great.
Actually, no.
They had to get an actress.
I wasn't able to finish.
Oh no! Why couldn't you finish?
Turns out,
I have COVID.
You really buried the lede. COVID!
It finally got you.
Yeah, so much for studying my blood in a lab.
- So, how are you feeling? - Zero symptoms.
You know, I wouldn't even know I had it, except for the test.
No, please don't worry about me.
You have enough to worry about with your, you know, your tattoo.
What about a robot?
Fine, but nowhere it can be seen.
Did ya think I was gonna get it on my neck?
I'm not joining a gang out here.
Good. Okay. Bye.
- Hello. - Miranda told me.
I am so sorry. What can I bring?
Soup, roast chicken? I'm making basmati rice.
It's all Harry wanted when he had it.
Oh, my God. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I'm fine.
I'm one of the lucky ones, so please don't worry about me.
- And please don't send anything. - Too late.
I already messengered over a box of Varsano's.
They should be there within the hour. I got the salted caramels you love.
Oh, my God.
Motherfucker.
Jesus Christ! $24 for gazpacho?
That's $2 worth of soup and $22 worth of "they have balls."
Another way the city robs you. You know what the hardest thing is?
That bag had sentimental meaning, and it's gone.
Yeah, I hear you.
Back in the day, a trick once stole
my father's gold money clip right in front of me.
Why didn't you stop him?
I was handcuffed to my bed.
I'm texting Carrie.
It's not like her to be this late.
Shit. Forgot.
Carrie's not coming.
She just tested positive for COVID. Now she's got COVID?
That's very off-trend for her.
Well, I heard the board has the MILF culprit in there right now,
but they won't identify him.
Shockingly, I heard it was Milo.
- Wait, Milo W.? - No, Milo H.
The kid who wore his night brace all through sixth grade,
- even on picture day? - Yeah, the one who couldn't
say his S's?
Well, the nerds are always the pervs.
You guys, I am not comfortable with this.
I mean, we are talking about a little boy here.
- Is that Milo H.? - "H" for hot.
Why do I feel like Blanche DuBois?
The Arbor School needs to send a message that there is zero tolerance
for misogyny of any kind.
Which is why this breach and punishment
will remain on the student's record
throughout the college application process.
Really, Greg? On his record?
Yes, Charlotte.
If I may,
isn't that a little extreme?
I mean, given the boy's age and relatively benign intentions,
is such harsh punishment really warranted?
I have to agree with Charlotte on this one, Greg.
Isn't this an opportunity for us to demonstrate
our commitment to restorative justice?
You're just saying that because you're two and three on the list.
Are we?
Come on! We all saw the list.
Greg.
We think it should be one and two.
It has just come to my attention
that a group of Arbor School mothers
was overheard objectifying a male student in the hallway.
- Were they? - Were they?
Yeah.
Welcome to Warner Brothers Studio for this live studio taping!
Brady? Finally! Hello! Are you still in Amsterdam?
Mom, where have you been? I've been calling since yesterday.
- You never answer. - I'm sorry.
It's this new phone. I don't hear it ringing half the time.
I called you, like, 10 times.
Are you crying? Brady, what's wrong?
Luisa broke up with me.
What?
- Why? - I don't know.
She just bolted to Florence. It's over.
Oh, fuck.
- What was that? - A car almost hit me. I wish it had.
Don't say that! Honey, you're scaring me.
Did you talk to Dad?
Yeah, but I really wanted you.
Mom, I gotta go.
- I gotta go. - What?
No, no, no, no, no. Don't hang up!
I'm crying too hard. People are looking.
Let them look. Listen to me.
I want you to get to the hostel safely
and call me from there. What are you gonna do?
Call you from the hostel.
Good. Call me back. I love you.
All phones must be off and placed in a locked pouch
until after the taping!
No exceptions! No exceptions!
Phone goes in this pouch.
I don't have a phone.
I lost it on the beach.
And you didn't use Find My or get a replacement?
It just happened, and honestly, I've never felt more relaxed in my life.
I hear that.
- Okay, go ahead. - Okay, thanks.
So excited.
- Hi, Amanda. - I have good news for you.
- You got a Julianne? - Better. I got you an extra week.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm here.
Carrie, this book deserves the authenticity of your voice.
Even though I know it's the last thing you wanna be putting yourself through.
With the COVID. I mean.
Well, I guess we'll just, you know, have to see how I feel next week.
Hey, no way.
I mean, do you remember when your cousin
Lenny came out as gay?
You know, that, that night right after putt-putt golf?
I was cool with it. I mean, I was surprised.
You know, for a gay kid, he could really putt-putt.
Putt-putt, Dad? Come on. You're not-not getting it.
Well, I may not-not be gettin' it, but I am-am getting an ulcer.
Come on. Sit down, sit down. Talk to me, my little cannoli.
Dad, can you please stop calling me that?
What? I'm not allowed to call you my little cannoli anymore?
Who am I offending now?
The pastry cream or the shell?
I'm trying to be true to myself,
but I'm afraid to let you down.
You're not lettin' me...
Honey, what do I care what you call yourself?
You wanna be non-binary, be non-binary.
You wanna have a Bob's Big Boy haircut,
that's your hair, not mine.
I just don't wanna lose my little girl.
Dad, you're not losing me.
I'm still me.
And I love whoever you are.
- What, what is that? - What is that?
Oh, my God!
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God. - Fuck!
- Oh, God. I'm, I'm... - Are you fucking kidding me?
- I'm so sorry. - Mom, why are you FaceTiming me?
- You were doing so good, don't worry. - No phones, everybody!
There are supposed to be no goddamn phones!
I'm gonna call you back. Excuse me, sorry.
Pardon me. I'm so sorry.
Excuse me. My son is in crisis.
- I'm in crisis. - I'm so sorry.
Relax. Relax. Everybody, relax. Look, come on.
Mistakes happen. We can do it again, right?
Lady with the phone, just so you know, you just ruined our big moment
and we're never gonna be able to get back there
because Che is not an actor, they're a stand-up.
No, no, no.
I think they're doing an amazing job.
What do you say, everybody?
- A little hand for Che? Come on. - Oh, no, Tony, Tony, Tony...
Let's do another.
Alright? Hey, before my sauce burns.
The man, the myth, the lasagna!
Okay. Okay, so, we're gonna go back to where we were before...
- I believed you. - That lady's pants started to ring.
Now, you all remember, Che was at the table
and she was asking her dad
to accept her for who she is.
For who they really are!
They, they, they, they, they!
No, he didn't explicitly say he wants to kill himself,
but he said he wished the car had hit him and I'm freaking out.
First, take a deep breath. Everything's gonna be okay.
You said that Brady is flying home late tonight?
Yes. He gets in early tomorrow morning, New York time,
and I'm on a 8:00 flight tonight from LA.
Do you think I'm overreacting?
No, no, I think this is smart.
But this might just be a moment that he's in.
It's just so unlike him.
Meanwhile, Che is still taping the pilot and probably hates me.
Oh, my God, it's such a mess.
Do not worry about Che right now.
You are doing the right thing. There is nothing more important.
- Thank you for saying that. - Brady's gonna be okay.
- I love you. - I love you, too. Bye.
Here's a little-known Warner Brothers' studio lot fact.
Who...
Who is it?
It's Seema with lunch. I snuck in with the UPS guy.
Oh, gosh!
Hey.
"Oy Vey"?
I...
I don't have COVID. I faked it.
Good, because this mask is chic, but definitely not up to code.
Now I feel bad about lying to my publisher.
And worse, about lying to my two oldest friends.
But they've already been so there for me.
You know, I just can't put them through more of this.
There's gotta be like an expiration date
on how much grief you can ask a friend to support.
Well, not if they're true friends.
I wasn't there for the first round, but I am now.
I'm all ears.
I hate feeling sorry for myself.
Carrie, something horrible happened to you.
You are allowed to feel sorry for yourself.
And if you don't wanna go out of this house, don't.
Just crawl into that bed, lay down, pull the covers over your head
and you just feel whatever you need to feel.
Nope, nope.
I'm not a "take to the bed" type.
I know, girl. You're strong.
I was in a fetal position over a handbag.
No, no, no. Not just a handbag. A Birkin.
It was your Birkin. It meant something to you.
Not that I'm equating the two losses,
- but I kinda am. - You kind of are.
Gosh. It's Lisette.
I promised her I'd go to her pop-up Bulgari show tonight.
- Well, you're not going. - No, no, no, no. I have to go.
She's, you know, she's a friend.
She doesn't know I have fake COVID.
Okay, Che.
You can wait in your trailer,
and I'll come get you when they need you for pick-ups.
- Okay. - Hi.
I tried to get back in, but they wouldn't let me.
I can't imagine why.
Could we?
Yeah, yeah. Beth, do you mind giving us a second?
Sure thing. You want this?
- It's pretty sunny... - No, thank you.
Okay.
Listen, I'm really sorry.
- That was awful. - Yes, it was.
Brady called me sounding suicidal. He's been trying to reach me for days.
Luisa broke up with him in Amsterdam.
I've never heard him cry like that. It scared me.
And I was so afraid to miss another call.
You ruined the family scene!
Well, I had my own family scene, and it was real.
- Oh. Okay. - So,
I'm not gonna be able to see the rest of the show.
I'm on an eight o'clock flight and, hopefully, I'll beat Brady home.
Wait, wait, wait. I'm sorry. You're leaving LA?
- Yeah. - Miranda, let's just...
Let's just calm down, alright?
It's a kid, and it's a breakup, and it's part of life.
Okay, but it's my kid. The most important thing to me.
You don't know what that feels like.
Then I guess we're even.
Hey.
Sorry. They want you in hair and makeup
- for touch-ups now. - Yeah, no problem, no problem.
Do what you gotta do.
Che!
I'm really, really sorry.
Could we not say goodbye on a yucky note like this?
Yeah. Okay.
Sure. I hope that Brady's okay, alright? I really do. I do.
- Thanks. Me too. - 'Kay.
- Go, go. We'll, we'll talk later. - Okay.
Copy.
The show is gonna be huge!
I wondered what she was doing downstairs all this time.
Look at this. It has a barrette. Can you believe?
It's so pretty.
- Bet that's the Neiman's buyer. - Hi!
I smell a sale.
So happy for Lisette.
These are some gorgeous pieces,
- and this is the worst Bellini ever. - I'm sorry.
Why is that cater-waiter picking up the jewelry?
I don't know. Maybe he's moving it?
Into his pocket?
Gimme your necklace. And you. Your ring.
- Seriously? Is this happening? - This is happening.
What's he doing?
What the fuck is this guy doing?
Hey, this cater-waiter is stealing my shit!
Security, help! Somebody, do something!
I have COVID!
Security! Someone!
Hey! This guy is stealing my stuff! Somebody, help me!
Help! Somebody, help!
That's enough. Necklace, now!
No, please. Please.
This is my nameplate necklace. It means everything to me.
I don't think so, punk.
Fuck.
- You have a gun? - Security, help me!
Can someone help, please?
Where in the motherfuck were you clowns? They took...
Look at all my stuff. It's gone!
- Oh, my God. - Where were you?
Oh, my God. They got almost everything.
Miss, you can't smoke in here.
Yeah? Like I'm the problem?
- Honey? - Mom.
Sweetie.
Oh, honey.
It's okay.
- Everyone's breaking up. - We're not.
It's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere.
It's okay. You're home now.
You're home now. It's okay.
- Alright, hold up. - Here ya go.
Come on! How much longer?
Are we even moving?
Garbage truck. Third one today.
I'm just gonna walk home. It's just around the corner.
This city...
What a cutie. May I pet it?
Hey! Who's a beauty?
You are. Yes, you are, you are.
Oh, my God.
No!
Lisette, it's Carrie.
Lisette?
I know the key was only meant for emergencies, but this felt like one.
I brought some chocolates my friend sent me.
I can't eat the whole box alone. I mean, I could, but...
Yum.
How are you?
It's gone.
Everything I worked so hard to make, and it was perfect.
I have to start all over again.
I know how you feel.
May I join you?
At some point, we'll have to get up.
But not now.
"And as I held on to John one final time,
"the rising water on the shower floor
turned the blue of my wedding shoes black."
Okay, that's chapter three. Done.
We got all the pick-ups? Yeah?
- We're good. - Done, done.
That's all she wrote.
You did it, Carrie.
Yep.
I did it.
A toast. To the classy, old-fashioned mugger
who just took my wallet and tossed my purse.
Absolutely. To New York City.
The good and the bad.
And by bad, do you mean this communal table?
Hey, ladies! Cheers to you.
Cheers!
- Where're you in from? - I'm New York City, born and bred.
What about you, mate?
Very good. Yes, we're all from Sydney.
We're here on a rugby trip.
We're having a bloody good time in New York City.
- Right, boys? - That's right.
Hey there, "born and bred." We only have two more days here,
so how 'bout we slide down, buy you a round, and you can tell us
what we need to see before we leave?
Okay, I'm into New York again.
Let's get this party started over here.
And just like that...
I got COVID.