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"Therapy For
Today is a convenient way

"to make sure you're
getting the help you need.

"After all, mental health,

"it's something you do for you.

Promo code:
ZoomShrink@SexAndTheCity."

Done. And the last one. Sammi?

- Ready.
- Mm.

"This is for all my
listeners with a vagina.

Ever feel not quite
right down there?"

Okay. Uh, I'm
feeling not quite right up here.

- What is this?
- It's an ad for a vaginal wellness product.

- Yeah, no, I got that part right away.
- Did you?

But, uh... "Down there"?

W... Eh... Why is it underlined?

What, just to make it
more awkward and obvious?

Well, mission accomplished.

W... Oh, my God.

"But with our vaginal
odor suppositories..."

I have spent my entire life
going out of my way to never

say the word "suppository."

And now, it's coupled
with "vagina."

- Wait. No, no, no, no, no, no.
- Certainly is.

Oh, my God, again.

"Promo code: VagAndTheCity."

- Come... I can't.
- I'll let 'em know.

- Okay, thank you.
- Let's just do the show.

- Let's do the show.
- Yeah.

♪ Got you all hot
and bothered ♪

♪ Mad 'cause I talk about it ♪

♪ I bet you want the goodies ♪

♪ Bet you thought about it ♪

- Ready to be blown?
- Am I ever.

♪ I bet you want the goodies ♪

How is your romance?
How is your man?

Turns out, not my man.

Done. Finito. Too
many red flags.

You're always finding red flags.

This one this, that one that.

He still lives with his ex-wife.

Do you know how
many mens I dated

who still lives
with their wives?

- You are too picky.
- I have my standards.

Listen to you. Standards.

You sit in my
chairs for 10 years

with your red flags
and standards.

No wonder you're still alone.

Oh. Dios mio.

- Juan Jose: I am not done.
- I am... Forever.

I pay you to blow
me, not shrink me.

Ah, shit. That's
my show-writer calling.

- I have to take this.
- I'm doin' some of my best work here.

Well, go to the
head of the class.

Uh...

Good morning, BD.

Oh, is it?

'Cause the network
hates the new pages.

Can you be here by 10?

- Um, okay, in an hour? Oh!
- No, 10 o'clock tonight.

Okay, well, um, do,
do you have any other time?

No, 'cause today's therapy
day and my parents are here.

Not coincidental.

- Oh, shit!
- Precisely.

- So you gonna be here?
- I guess I can make it.

This isn't a favor.
It's your fucking job!

Okay, um,
that was so not cool.

It was hot,
but it was not cool.

I'll take hot.

Um, okay. Wait.
No, no. Oh, God.

I need, I need to
meet with this writer.

I am so sorry.

Will you be okay all day?

Don't worry about me.

I'll just find someone else
to practice giving head to.

Trust. I don't wanna leave,

but... this, this
is important.

The script is getting so
cute it's turning into

"You're a Good Queer,
Charlie Brown."

It's so weird.

The writer can't seem to wrap their
head around my few realism notes,

but can wrap their head around
Tony Danza as my Mexican father.

I...

Till next time,
I'm Carrie Bradshaw

and this is "Sex
and the City."

Franklyn : Great!

I'm pregnant, I have to pee,
and I only have a minute.

Why won't you talk
about your vagina?

Oh, for so many reasons.

And to be clear,
it's not my vagina.

It's everyone's vagina.

- And hello.
- Hello, diva.

I am not a diva. I did the
therapy, I did the eyelashes.

I held up that vegan
purse on Instagram.

My other purses still
won't speak to me.

- Hey, what's up, Chloe?
- Oh, just trying to save

this flaming Viking
ship from sinking.

Would you tell your star it is
not the podcast heyday of 2021?

- This shit is drying up.
- We're just looking to have

a conversation
about that one ad.

When I gave the vaginal
wellness commercial

to the guy who does
the car podcast,

do you know what he said?

"This is inappropriate, Chloe"?

On air, he said, "My wife
suffers from vaginal dryness,"

and he's not even married.

- Dude is here for us.
- I am, I am here for us,

but... n-no one, no human
being speaks like that.

Well, then rewrite the fucker.

Pretend like you're talking
to your girlfriends.

Put it in your own diva words.

Just hit the pH
balance bullet points.

- Hi Chloe.
- Not now.

Gonna talk to
her. Don't worry.

Hey, I'll, I'll hold up
the vegan purse again.

Thank you... Ooh, gosh.

If Mommy drops this cake,

we'll just turn around
and never come back.

- Hey.
- It's 3:40 and my mother arrives in 20 minutes,

and... Gabby can't greet
her with that hair.

Which is natural and beautiful.

It is. Of course, it is.

It's just Nana prefers
it a certain way.

Right, baby? Mwah!

- Nana likes "proper little lady" hair.
- That's right.

Well, we have 20 minutes till
Eunice and 40 minutes of hair.

Why can't I wear some of
Mom's hair over there?

That's for when you grow up.

Thank you for your
patience, Gabrielle,

but this kind of stuff is
very important to Nana.

When she was a little girl
growin' up in North Carolina,

how you presented
yourself was everything.

We have 10 minutes.
Please pick it up.

You pick it up. I'm
killing it over here.

- Oh, God, let's go, let's go.
- Come on.

No!

I'm trying to go, baby!

- Put it on!
- I'm going!

- Nana!
- Mother!

Eunice!

Gabrielle, you look perfect!

I see you just
returned from your

matinee performance
in "The Lion King."

Yes... and it was a
very good show today.

Mm-hmm.

Uh... Okay, go ahead.

- Harry, stop picking.
- Just one olive.

So, Mom, Dad, I have a request.

What can the York-Goldenblatt
ATM do for you today?

- I need an electric keyboard.
- Please say no.

- Honey, you have a Steinway.
- I'm taking my music in a new direction.

- I'm writing songs.
- Parents, I beg you,

for the sake of
all of us, say no.

Rock, stop. All last year

I supported you
realizing who you were.

- You did. Fuck!
- Hey!

- Hey.
- Sorry, I'm just frustrated

that I can't say any
more shady things.

Seriously, I need the Nord

and a better audio interface.

I don't know what
any of that means,

but here's my translation:

Record on your phone
like everybody else.

I'm not everybody else.

- I'm a serious artist.
- Oh, my God.

Honey, you have a job
playing for classes at ABT,

so just save up.

That'll take forever.

I have something that
I need to say now.

So do we. You're on
your own, kid, right?

- Am I right?
- Yes, yes! Right.

You want it, you find a way.

That'll work.

Nya, come on, you have to admit

that call last week was crazy.

I'll admit I had
too much to drink

and it was a... little crazy,

and you admit that you were playing
with fire in your motel room.

- Nothin' happened.
- I could smell the sex through the phone.

Come on, I copped to crazy.

I didn't finish my sentence.

- Yet.
- Yet?

Andre Rashad:
Nothin' happened yet.

I see.

- Do you want it to?
- Sometimes.

Most times, I want
us to work out.

Do you have a plan for
how that's gonna happen?

I do.

A surrogate.

Nya? Baby, are you there?

Thanks, Frank. Are there any
visitors from out of town

who would like to identify?

Hi, I'm, uh, Miranda,
and I'm an alcoholic.

All: Hi, Miranda.

I'm, uh, new to A.A. and L.A.

and I don't have a lot to fill
my days with while I'm out here,

so I'm really grateful
for these meetings.

- Welcome.
- Thanks.

Don: So, does
anybody have a topic?

I have not seen a pair of virgin
arms like yours in, like, forever.

Seems like you're
almost out of space,

so, yes, I do rent.

I'm Allie. Yeah,
filling the days

was hard for me too
when I first quit,

but I'm volunteering to
clean the beach on Friday.

- Offer's open.
- W-With like an environmental group?

One of my many, yeah.

My husband calls
me an "actor-vist."

I can pick you up.

Oh, that'd be great.
Thanks, Allie.

So, how are you feeling
about the breakup?

Awful. Juan Jose was my
longest relationship.

Ten years of blowouts
and confidences.

He's heard it all.

- I meant you and Zed.
- Oh, shit.

That says a lot.

All right, let's uncurl the blowout
breakup, if it's not too painful.

Well, it is still
a little fresh,

but he accused me
of bailing out on

all my relationships too soon.

He said I make up red
flags just to get out,

and that's why I'm alone?

- He said that to you?
- Actually, he screamed it out in his salon.

Do I bail out too quickly?

Well, I don't know about
your relationships,

but we have left a lotta
host stands pretty quickly.

Yeah, I don't stay
longer than 10 minutes.

Look, I do the same thing.

I look for or find,

you know, reasons not to
move forward if I'm not 100%.

When I was single, I
almost rented a house

in The Hamptons six times,

but I always found
a reason not to.

- Was that reason always Bethenny Frankel?
- Ha-ha.

Bartender: Here you go.

Okay,
let's get real.

And by real, I mean real estate.

Do you know anyone
else who still lives...

- With someone they're married to?
- Mm.

- Yes.
- Okay, so, Zed's not the only one...

Right.

But I think he may be a mooch.

- Hm?
- He told his ex-wife to pick up the lunch check.

I just got a feeling, like
an uncomfortable feeling.

Well, if you're uncomfortable,
you're uncomfortable.

It's like me with the
vagina podcast commercial.

- Okay, not at all, but go on.
- Okay.

I'm just not...

comfortable pitching a
vaginal wellness product.

Ya know? It's just...
not in my nature.

- So, I got out of it.
- Juan Jose might say

you should work
through those feelings.

Juan Jose
would scream it.

♪ Darkness comes, hollow dreams ♪

♪ Empty mirrors, I'm unseen ♪

Ah, ah! Did you not
see the recording sign?

Calm down. I'm just grabbing my charger.

Lily, you have
that new keyboard.

This is not smart parenting.

I'm gonna kill your father.

Well, that's not
smart parenting either

because now you're in
prison and we're alone.

Daddy didn't give me the money.

I sold some of my clothes.

I'm sorry... what?

Well, you said to get it myself,

so I called The Real Deal,

and they came over and
went through my closet.

Wait... the Real
Real was here?

No, no, no, The Real
Deal. It's way better.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

It's like The Real Real,

but they're fast, sneaky,
and they pay in cash.

You know, like a drug deal.

Yeah, how many drug deals
have you seen go down?

This is serious.

I can't believe that
Lily's perfect pink Chanel,

the dress I chose for her
first grown-up piano recital,

is just out there online.

On sale!

This is blasphemy.

I think that's Lagerfeld's
last collection.

In a few years, it will
be worth three times that.

Four. I am furious!

- Can I sue?
- Your daughter?

No, them. The Real Deal.
They broke into our home.

Char, there was no crowbar,
there was no forced entry.

They had to be invited
in, like vampires.

She is a minor.

They took advantage,
and they took my Chanel.

- Uh, excuse me, hi.
- Yes?

This iced tea isn't cuttin' it.

Can I get a vodka
tonic with a straw?

And a drink for this one, too.

Coming right up.

Why the day drinking,
you might ask?

I never ask.

My mother-in-law and
her sorority sisters

are coming over
for afternoon tea,

and she's the president

of the "comments that cut
like a knife" chapter.

I'm just so
surprised at Lily.

- It was a gift.
- Yes.

- A gift she returned...
- Aw.

For something she wanted more.

Like I did with that pinky
ring you gave me for my 40th.

- You returned the pinky ring?
- What am I, a mob boss?

But... it had that
pretty little ruby chip.

Yes. Oddly feminine
for a man's ring.

Who's it for, one of
the Sopranos?

I remember
how the little strap

just fell off Lily's shoulder

just as she was finishing
her "Prelude No. 1 in C."

Question: Is this guy hot enough
to be one of my Hotfellas?

Oh! Yes.

Hurry, Daddy, get a cab! We
don't wanna miss the waltz.

Okay. Taxi!

I wish we were going to hip-hop class.

Oh, Daddy! Daddy,
here comes one!

- Yep.
- Aren't they supposed to stop if their light is on?

We'll get one,
baby. It's okay.

Taxi! Yo!

This never happens when
we're with Claire's daddy.

Ladies, meet me on
the corner, okay?

Taxi!

Sir.

'Scuse me, sir. You wanna...

Sir?

This is illegal,
so unlock the door

or I'll report you.

Hey!

Hello!

- Yeah, you better go!
- Sorority Sister: Is that your Herbert?!

Certainly not. Let's go up 3rd, okay?

Hi, Nana! Nana!

Uh...

that's not a cooking show.

No... I'm downloading
Final Draft.

The least sexy sentence ever spoken after sex.

I bought it so we could
rewrite that vagina copy.

The second least sexy sentence.

I thought you talked to Chloe,

and she was okay about it.

Yeah, she was, but
then she circled back.

Hate when
people circle back.

Ugh.

You wear glasses?

- Just when I read.
- Huh.

You know, we don't have
to use that version.

Just, you know, put it in
your own voice. Are you ready?

Throw out some phrases you might
say that would apply to this.

Um... humiliated,
mortified, wanna die?

- I'll start.
- Okay.

How's, um...

"Ladies, when I go out for a
night on the town, sometime..."

- Pardon?
- I'm just spit-balling here.

"A night
on the town"?

Who's doing the talking,
Dorothy Parker's vagina?

Well, Carrie,
I don't have one.

I'm not supposed to know
how to talk about it.

Well...

Uh, okay... let's
have some fun with it.

What if you call
it a "vajayjay"?

Well, I would, but I don't
want people to think that

the podcast is a
rerun from the 1990s.

Come on.
You're the writer.

We're here. Let's
do this thing.

All right, fine. But "here" is
where we usually don't work.

"Here" is where we usually
watch "Beef Grill."

Hm.

- Okay, I got something.
- Hm?

"It'll take you from
dry to wet-ass pussy."

- What?
- It's more current.

It's Cardi B and, and
Megan Thee Stallion.

Well, I'm Carrie B,

and I don't speak like that,

so Megan Thee End.

This is a lovely dinner.

Sorry. I gotta find a new
Hotfella. Kevin has Hep C.

And still no response
from The Real Deal,

or should I say The Real
Steal's, corporate office.

- Oy.
- I second that "oy."

Oh, my God! The dress just
dropped another hundred dollars.

Why don't you just walk over
there and buy the fucker back?

Because then they win!

No, most of Lily's
good pieces are gone.

Sold. No hope.

I want them to return this dress

with an acknowledgment that
what they did was wrong.

Good luck. I'm still waitin'

for any acknowledgment
from my mother

and she's been dead 10 years.

Anthony.

- Anthony!
- What?

How would you feel if
someone stole your beloved

Hotfella's sourdough recipe
and sold it for cheap online?

I would cut them
from tongue to taint.

Thank you.

Okay, people. Lily requests
your presence at the piano,

and because I am trapped

into supporting her,
I will be there, too.

- Should I open another bottle of red?
- No, sweetie, no.

Showtime.

♪ I am not not the same ♪

♪ Caught inside
this gilded cage ♪

♪ Darkness comes,
hollow dreams ♪

♪ Empty mirrors, I'm unseen ♪

♪ Park Avenue streets,
where do they lead ♪

♪ Stuck in the deep, goddamn ♪

♪ The power of privilege ♪

Should've opened
that second bottle.

♪ No reason or rhyme,
lost in the climb ♪

♪ Livin' a life confined,
the power of privilege ♪

Who is she, Lily Eilish?

- ♪ 'Cause
I always have to be ♪

♪ The good girl,
I'm a good girl ♪

♪ No, I'm not
allowed to be me ♪

♪ I'm a good girl,
I'm a good girl ♪

Go back to bed, Gabby.
This is Mommy/Daddy time.

Actually, it's Mother time.

Oh, Mother...

Is the electric teapot
giving you trouble again?

I can make you a cup.

I think it's you
who needs a cup.

Preferably chamomile.

What was that display
all about today?

If those ladies weren't all
half-blind with cataracts,

I'd be mortified.

Imagine my horror seeing my son,

the pride of Morehouse
and of Harvard,

pounding on the hood
of a taxicab like some

deranged squeegee
man demanding a tip.

What happened?
What did I miss?

I pounded on the hood
of a cab one time

because that man saw
your daughter and I

- standing there...
- It's irrelevant!

We never surrender our dignity.

Your grandfather faced
the brickbats of Selma

without ever loosening his tie.

Wexleys win by winning.

Didn't the Emancipation
Proclamation free us

from head wraps?

Oh, God.

This isn't like you.

- And in front of Gabby?
- I did it because she was standin' right there.

To look at her
tiny, little face,

confused because her Daddy
couldn't manage to get a taxicab?

I never thought I'd
say these words,

but your mother is right.

You know the rules.

When we go off, they win.

So you have to keep it in check.

Because if you pound
on the wrong car

and they take you away...

she's gonna find
a way to blame me.

Okay?

Thank you so much. Thank you.

You've been
awesome. Thank you.

Now, listen, before
I leave here tonight,

I just wanna, I just
wanna take a moment

to introduce a very
special guest here tonight.

Playing my dad on my new pilot,

the one and only, TV
legend Tony Danza!

I know what you're all thinking.

Too hot to play anyone's father.

Tony, come on up here.

- Come on up here.
- You can't stand here.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Excuse me. You're
in the way. Hello.

Oh. I-I'm sorry.

Tony Danza!

Yeah!

Okay, I got something.

Ooh. Saved by the bell.

Oh, I gotta take this,
it's my friend in L.A.,

but truthfully, I'd take a
robocall to get outta this.

Hello?

Hey!
What're you up to?

Oh, you know...

writing a commercial for a...
line of vaginal products.

Why? Are your
books not selling?

Ha. No, Franklyn and I have
to do it for the podcast.

Hey, listen, I have a
question: As a friend...

how do you phrase it when
you have trouble down there?

I don't know. I have nothing
but good news down there.

How does that help me? Ugh, I don't know what happened.

I kissed a guy in an elevator
and now I'm part of a filthy

Tracy/Hepburn writing team.

Yeah, I didn't think
you could do just sex.

Well, now it's
sex with homework.

Oh, Carrie,
I have to hang up.

Tony Danza's comin' right at me.

I get it, you're
fancy. All right. Bye.

Bye.

- Hi.
- Miranda, this is Tony.

- Tony, this is Miranda.
- Hello, Miranda.

Such a pleasure to meet
Che's significant person.

Hi... Oh, I'm
thrilled to meet you.

Well, then, you
know I was just saying to Che,

we should, we should have
dinner tomorrow night, huh?

The three of us?
What do ya say?

- You're the boss.
- Cute, cute. She's cute.

- It is "she," right?
- She!

Yeah, okay. See?
I'm two for two.

- So, I circled back to Chloe on her circle back.
- And?

And she's making it seem like this is
a dealbreaker for "Sex and the City."

So, uh, I
bolded the important bullet points.

- Let's give it another shot.
- Mm. No, let's not.

I appreciate your
zeal but

I think my vagina has to
write its own monologue.

Thank God.

Well, if you need any help,
I got a ton of great ideas.

Oh, my God. Who
did this to you?

EZ Blow on 68th Street.

Juan Jose, you made your
point. I got back with Zed.

Look, I'm not gonna
beg. Do you want this

top-of-the-line tequila
and my apology or not?

Why are you apologizing for?

For taking what you
said too personally.

I know you meant well.

Not necessarily. I
blow hot and cold.

I told this one
not to have kids,

I told that one
her bangs were bad,

and I told that one
to please get a lipo.

No one's listening, but I
was right about the bangs.

Abdal, Kiki's gonna finish you.

Seema is back.
She's my number one.

Oy. Qué es esto?

Nya, I can't talk now. I'm saving
the planet. You're welcome.

Well, I'm saving myself

by de-Andre-fying my
apartment and my life.

Sayonara, tacky-ass
Japanese lantern

he bought in a Tokyo
airport in 1999!

You're getting rid
of Andre Rashad?

No, he got rid of himself.

He told me he hasn't
cheated on me yet.

And then, after our
many conversations

about my complicated feelings
about having a baby...

he suggests a surrogate.

A surrogate! Miranda!

He hasn't heard me at
all. Not in two years!

So, that's it!
Because motel girl

plus the surrogate
equals I'm done!

- I'm so sorry.
- I'm not.

So, I'm carefully
packin' his things.

Buh-bye, patchouli incense.

Later, lame-ass college
roommate's mixed-media

"collage homage to Nubian women"

made of Korean weave hair!

Bonfire of the beanies at 11!

- Miranda.
- Oh, hold on.

I have to go. Here's your bag.

I'm sorry, my kid's
school just called.

There was some micro-aggression
over a Squishmallow.

- Preschool drama.
- Go, go! I, I can get an Uber home.

Okay, bye. Sorry.

Um, Nya, I should hang up.

Cell phones and environmentalists,
not a great match.

Do you know anybody who wants to
buy six or eight guitars, cheap?

I'm havin' a "goin'
out of Andre" sale.

Okay. Buh-bye.

We're makin' real progress, huh?

The Earth is already dead.

We're basically just
cleaning up a corpse.

You're a delight.
Let's talk more.

Not funny.

- Well... here we are.
- Mm.

-Are we ready?
-Oh, I'm so ready. I am so ready.

You just tell me when. You
know, you give me the sign.

Take that trash can right there,

I'm gonna throw it right
through this window.

Nope. I am gonna kill
them with kindness.

- Oh.
- They are gonna give me that dress back

and I'm gonna
bring my baby home.

Oh, you are so clever!

Mm.

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm.

Wow.

There's some really
great stuff in here, hm?

No, there isn't.

No, there isn't.

Hello.

I am Charlotte York-Goldenblatt.

You may have received my emails.

I don't know.

Well, they were numerous.

Oh, my God... Oh,
my God, oh, my God.

Oh, my God. These
Sonia Rykiel b...

How has nobody bought these?

H... How long have they
been just sitting there?

I don't know.

- What?
- I have an itty-bitty problem

and I am sure that you and
I can solve it together.

- What is your name?
- Eden.

Eden! You and I together,
Eden, can solve this.

So, my daughter, Lily,

sold you a bunch of clothes,

and she is still a minor.

Surely you have
rules against this.

This isn't a bar.
We don't card.

Starting fresh.

Eden...

I am looking for
this Chanel dress.

Is it at this location?

I don't know.

Well, maybe you could look here

in this little computer to see.

These boots are in
super-good shape.

You are sleeping with
the enemy, Carrie.

I'm sorry.

- Great Job.
- Thanks.

- Yeah, no problem.
- Oh, thank you.

Oh, my God... Oh, my God.

Ugh, ugh!
Ugh, I lost my phone!

Did anybody see a phone?

Oh, my God, um, I-I-I-I-I
don't have my phone,

and I need it to call Uber.

Uber's a Ponzi scheme.

Again?! So helpful!

God.

Did you... Uh, did
you see a phone?

- I lost my phone!
- Bummer!

Damn it.

Ah, fuck... Ah,
fuck, fuck, fuck.

♪ On a dark desert highway ♪

♪ Cool wind in my hair ♪

♪ Rising up through the air ♪

♪ Up ahead in the distance,
I saw a shimmering light ♪

♪ My head grew heavy
and my sight grew dim ♪

♪ I had to stop
for the night ♪

♪ There she stood
in the doorway ♪

♪ I heard the mission bell ♪

♪ And I was
thinking to myself ♪

Hi! Hello.

I'm sorry to accost you,

but I, I, I lost my phone
trying to save the planet,

and I wonder if I could borrow

one of yours for a
super quick call?

- Yeah.
- Oh, thank you so much.

- You're welcome.
- Oh, could you open that for me?

-Yep.
-Thank you. All right.

- Want some?
- No, thank you.

Breathe.

Mm. Unknown caller.

Better not be the
Democrats again.

Hello?

Carrie, it's Miranda.
I lost my phone.

Well, whose phone is this?

Uh, a nice surfer
in a parking lot.

- Why are you so very fancy?
- What's Che's phone number?

You don't know
Che's phone number?

Don't say it like that.

Nobody knows anybody's
number anymore.

All right, hold on a
second, I'll look it up.

You see?

Hi.

She's just getting me a number.

- Hello?
- It's Miranda.

Why aren't you home yet?

Ugh, I lost my
phone on the beach,

and I can't call
an Uber without it.

Can you come and get me?

At the beach?
It-it-it's rush hour.

It'll, It'll take me, like, an
hour and a half to get there.

We have dinner with
Tony Danza in an hour!

Well, I don't, obviously.

Shit. Do
you want me to cancel, or...

You can't cancel.
It's Tony Danza!

Okay, I have an idea. I'll send
someone to get you. Where are you?

Oh... can you tell
them where I am?

Um... we're, like, off PCH, um,
like, across from Neptune's Net.

- You got that?
- Yeah, yeah, I got it, I got it. Stay there.

Where the fuck else am I going?

- Shit.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Uh, please stop offering me that.

So, where am I?
Neptune somethin'?

- Yeah.
- It's up there.

Neptune's Net, is that way.

Oh, okay. That way, all right.

Thank you guys so much.
You saved my life.

- A-A thousand times thank you, thank you.
- You're welcome.

Good luck.

♪ Last thing I remember ♪

♪ I was running for the door ♪

♪ I had to find
the passage back ♪

♪ To the place I was before ♪

♪ "Relax," said the
night man we are... ♪

Okay. I found it.

It is in a warehouse.

Fine... I give up.
I'll buy it back.

You can't. It's on hold.

What? It's on hold where?

- I don't know.
- Listen, Eden, my husband

is a partner at a major
New York law firm,

so you might wanna
watch your tone

or I am gonna call your manager.

Hey, Charlotte, can I have a
word over here? Real quick.

Dead as she is,

I don't think Eden can take
much more interrogation.

And she's got a phone.

You're, like, this
close to being a meme.

I know. I don't know
what's wrong with me.

And even if I got
the dress back,

I don't even know if Lily
could fit into it anymore.

First the Chanel,
and then the Chopin.

I just feel like she's rejecting
everything I ever gave her.

Is she rejecting it, or is she,
you know, like you just said,

is she outgrowing it?

You know? And that's
healthy, right?

Wanting to change and move on.

Eh, who am I to say? I'm still
fighting to save "Sex and the City."

I'm not sure it fits
me anymore either.

- I don't need that dress.
- Mm-mm.

I have the memory.

And Lily...
Whoever she is now.

- Let's go.
- Yeah, but, um, before we go, can I just get the other boot?

Then I'll have a pair.

♪ I'll ride into town on
an old truck from Japan ♪

♪ Across a dead dust desert ♪

♪ Where the heat
rots everything ♪

Miranda... Che
sent me. I'm Lyle.

Oh. Fair warning, Lyle...

I smell.

How bad is it?

I used to shuck
oysters in high school,

- so it's nostalgic.
- Oh. That's generous.

Thank you so much for
driving all the way out here.

Actually, I live out here.

- Yeah, I work at the Malibu Soho House, so.
- Malibu Soho, nice.

Lyle: Yeah.

And what do you do there, Lyle?

I'm a mixologist.

Used to be called a bartender

before their margaritas
hit 22 bucks.

And, uh, how do you know Che?

We were married.

Technically, we still are.

So, ukulele, huh?

Oh, yeah, you bet.

That's what I
heard.

Tony Danza: Mm.

- Che.
- Mm?

I'm really excited about
being in your project.

I feel like there's
a "but" coming.

Well, there is. Uh,
I-I can't be Mexican.

I mean, it-it's
just not gonna fly,

especially these days.

I mean, I thought because
he's Mexican-American

and it's a comedy, I
thought I'd be okay,

but I'm already getting
pushback on social media.

And rightly so.
I'm not Mexican.

Okay, but
my father's Mexican.

-Yeah, yeah. I know, I know...
-I mean...

But he doesn't have to be.

He can be Italian, like me,

and we switch your
mother to Mexican.

But I'm Irish/Mexican.

Ah, Italian is just
Irish with better food.

The important thing is
to preserve the Mexican.

So, I spoke to ABC,
and if you approve,

- your Irish mother is now dead...
- Mm.

And we switch all of
her emotional scenes

to the Mexican
grandmother, your abuela,

who, by the way, is killing
it in the run-throughs.

- Hm.
- Listen... kid,

I want you to
succeed. I really do.

I think what you're doing here
is really important and cute.

I think you're gonna open a lotta
hearts and change a lotta minds.

But you're not gonna do that
with Tony Danza as a Mexican.

I-I-I've, I've come too
far to get canceled now.

And the Danza-lions
agree with me.

I'm sorry, the Danza-lions?

My hardcore fans.

Oh.

So, what got into you last week?

Me. I got into me.

I sometimes get lost in my head.

But those five amazing texts from
you helped me find my way back.

I have a proposition for you.

I'm all ears.

There's an opportunity to
invest in this new private club

here in Manhattan.

They just want $200,000.

So... let's go in as partners,

$100,000 each?

Interesting... And what's
this club called, "Red Flag"?

I thought those five
texts were suspect.

Three would've been appropriate.

I-I-It's not like that.

Th-This is a
legitimate investment.

Yeah, well...

maybe...

but I'm investing in myself.

Juan Jose was wrong.

I was right.

Where are you going?

We're having chocolate mousse.

Who the fuck is Juan Jose?

You are not gonna believe what
just happened to me at dinner.

- What's that face?
- I don't know your number.

E-Excuse me?

Your phone number.

I had no idea. I
had to call Carrie.

Also, I had no idea
you're actually married.

Well... technically.

Yeah, we're both such slackers,

we never got around
to getting divorced.

Che, I don't know who you are.

Well,

well, join the club 'cause
up until an hour ago,

I thought I was Mexican/Irish.

Tony Danza and
ABC just made me Italian.

- La fungoule!
- I'm serious.

Yeah, and please don't be.

I've got enough on
my plate right now.

And we're having so much fun.

Let's, let's not let
your lost phone...

become a couple's
existential crisis, okay?

My number is three-four-seven...

five-three-two...

Mm, mm. Nine-nine. Mm, mm.

Are you getting this? Mm.

Mm, mm.

Mm.

Never thought I could, but I can
actually live with what I wrote.

Yeah,
it's really funny.

Is there, is there
an inordinate amount

of box activity in
the hallway today?

Chloe: Hey. I
hope you're happy.

You two wouldn't
talk about her vagina

and now everyone's outta work.

That's ridiculous,
Chloe. What happened?

Every show is over,
that's what happened.

They sold these studios to Apple
or Peach or whatever the fuck.

I told you: sinking ship.

Word of advice,
Carrie, next job,

don't be so precious
about your pussy.

Well, I'll take that to heart.

Okay, but...

you've said, more than
once, I might add,

that we could always...

- sell the podcast somewhere else.
- Well, that was before.

It's hard to sell something
that's been canceled.

Wanna try?

I don't know if it's
smart to go any further.

With the podcast?

Carrie...

you've made it pretty clear
that you want this to be

a, a Thursday thing,

and... I'm starting
to feel like...

maybe I want more.

So, if Thursday's
still the case...

I better get out

before I'm all fucked up
Friday through Wednesday.

- Well, I wouldn't want that.
- Yeah. Neither would I.

Well...

thank you for the
"Sex and the City."

Double entendre intended.

See? You are the writer.

Carrie: And just like that,
I freed up my entire week.