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Before there was sex,

before there was the city,

there was just me--Carrie.
Carrie Bradshaw.

It's 1984. Ronald Reagan
and shoulder pads

were all the rage.
I'm trying to figure out

who I am
with the help of my family,

my best friends,
a sexy new guy,

and a hot, new city.

Figuring out who I was
and finding my voice

wasn't going to be easy,

but I was pretty sure it was
going to be a lot of fun.

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Some things
come with a territory--

Being bored out of your mind
while filing--

Well, that's obvious...

While other moments
might surprise you.

Oh. Sorry. Are you all right?
Oh! Oh, I am so sorry.

Yeah. It was my fault.
Sorry.

Ow. Uh...
ow.

Meeting a cute guy
at your internship--

Well, that's not something
that happens every day.

I'm George.

Yeah. I'm... klutzy.
Sorry.

Think you're selling yourself
a bit short.

And short.

Petite.

You're charming.

So, klutzy, do you have
a first name or last?

I have both.
Carrie Bradshaw.

Well, now I'm just insulted.

I don't understand.

You don't remember me?

Have we met?

I came out to your house.
You did?

Yeah, I was about 7,
and you were 4.

And I rubbed poison Ivy
all over us.

George Silver. Yeah,
you're Harlan Silver's son.

I have never forgotten you,

mostly because I had to take
oatmeal baths for a week,

and I almost scratched
my face off.

And I never left
the city again.

Well, excluding Europe,
the Hamptons, and Mustique.

You're kind of pretentious.

Nobody ever tells me the truth.

Well, they should.

Um, I should get going.
My... Boss is coming,

and, well,
she doesn't exactly...

George.
Barbara.

You didn't have to come
to the office.

I could've had your dad's driver
drop your applications off.

But how could I have
brought you these?

Barbara was kind enough
to have typed up

my college applications for me.

Well... I should...

get going. Yes, you should.

Hold on, Barbara.
How am I supposed to ask her

to my mom's next big soiree
if she isn't here to be asked?

♪ I can't get to sleep

♪ I think
about the implications ♪

Why would you say no?
Obviously, he's hideous.

He's not hideous.
Fat?

No, he's adorable.

♪ Especially at night ♪

So a... cute rich guy
who is taking a gap year

between high school and college

invited you to a fancy
upper east side party,

and you said no?

Is something wrong with you?

Is it because he's dumb?

Why else would someone
take a gap year?

Isn't that just code
for too dumb OR too lazy

to get into college?

Not a reason to say no.

Adorable and rich trumps
stupid and lazy any day.

He's not dumb or lazy.

A little entitled, but I don't
even think that's his fault.

George's parents are
kinda strange.

His mom's name is Kick.
Who's named Kick?

Again, not a reason to say no.

She's right.

Just... really busy
right now,

you know, with school,
my internship,

studying for my driver's tests.

Got a lot going on.

Are you expecting us
to believe that?

Studying for my driver's test
is intense.

George would be a distraction.

It's Sebastian.

Does that make me a loser?

No.
Yes.

I know we're not together,

But halloween just made me think
maybe there was still a chance.

I think he still likes you.

Why else would he be
so nice to me

when I got so stoned?
Because you're awesome.

And he got you stoned
in the first place.

Well, I think you should
hold out hope.

I did, and now Seth and I
are back together.

Except you haven't sealed
the deal since your un-breakup.

You need to get him in the Sack
and tie this thing up.

Wow. You are mixing
your metaphors.

We haven't been alone
with each other

since we got back together.

What about your lovey-dovey
reunion in Manhattan?

They walked around.

Eating ice cream.

Look, guys don't care
where they are.

They always want it.
Are you sure the Sex is good?

I don't know.
I-I think so.

Although he did break up

pretty much
right after we had sex.

Oh, god,
that's bad, right?
Maybe.

Now that Walt and I have
done it, he can't get enough.

That's what happens
when it's good.

Last night, he flipped my legs--

Stop.

No details.

We're very happy you guys
are back together,

but I think it might be better
if we don't have any visuals.

Yes, Walt and I are
back together,

and you know why?

Because I moved on,
and he could sense it.

That's the only way to make
a guy interested--

is to make yourself unavailable.

That's what you should do
with Sebastian.

But I don't wanna play games
with Sebastian.

Mm. Then I hope you're willing
to lose.

While I defended
my precarious position...

♪ it's just overkill

my dad was finding himself
in a difficult position

of his own.

♪ Fade away ♪

Excuse me.

Hello?

Harlan.

Are you still at the gym?

Uh, long time gone, my friend.

On to new games.
What's up?

Can't find my wedding ring.

I, uh, I-I put it
in my gym bag

for our squash game,
and now I can't find it.

Well, did you call over there?

Maybe that hot girl Misty
could look for it.

She knows her way
around the men's locker room.

I lost my wedding ring,

and you're making lewd jokes.

I'm sorry, Tom. I'm just
trying to make you laugh.

Why'd I take it off?

I think the better question is,
why do you still have it on?

Because I love my wife.

Well, and ring and no ring
doesn't change that.

Maybe it's a good thing.

That I lost the most important
symbol of my marriage--

How is that a good thing?

Would you ever have stopped
wearing it on your own?

It's brutal, Tom.

But Grace wouldn't have
wanted you to stand still

and not move on.

You don't know what
Grace would have wanted.

She was my wife.

I'd better go.
Uh, maybe it's in the car.

So my parents are leaving
for the weekend at, like, five,

but don't come before eight.

I'm afraid my parents
have drafted our neighbors...

the Alexanders, to spy on me.

So I'll need the cover
of darkness.

And I'll park
on the other side of the street

three houses down.

I'm excited to see you. I can't
believe it's been three weeks.

And almost two months since...

We did it.

Has it been that long?

I know.

You must be dying for it.

No, it's cool.
Sex isn't everything.

With Maggie's words
ringing in her ear,

mouse couldn't help but wonder
if Seth meant sex with her.

The next day, I was conquering
New territory...

and passing my driver's test
with flying colors.

So the last part
of the physical driving test

is the parallel parking move.

You must place the car
between the marked cones.

I don't want to brag,
but I'm gonna nail this.

If you thought I did a good job
on the 3-Point turn,

you ain't seen nothing yet.
Mm.

Prepare to watch magic.

Really?

What the...

is something the matter?

Are you gonna parallel park
or not?

Oh! Ho ho!

Aah!

Oh, my... god!

Oops.

Bradshaw?

Girl, what the hell
are you doing?

I thought I hit the brakes.
Oh!

She tried to kill us.
She tried to run us over.

You okay?

What happened?

I told you to watch out
for that blind spot.
I don't know.

The problem wasn't the car's
blind spot... But my own.

We should check the car
for damage.

Yeah.

Well, there doesn't seem
to be any...

why don't you head to the car,
and I'll be right there?
Damage to the car.

But I...
no, just head to the car.

Well, that's a relief.
Well, obviously you failed.

I know. I don't--
I don't know what happened.

You can't lose your focus,
Carrie,

ever, no matter
what's going on.

Will you ask the lady if I can
retake the test and when?

Excuse me.
Uh-Huh?

Um...

I... did not want you
to find out this way.

Find out what?

About me and Donna.

There's a you and Donna?

We've been... hanging out.

Since when?

It's been a week or so.

Oh. Seems like it's going
very well from what I could see.

If I'd known you were here,
I wouldn't have--

Had your tongue
down her throat?

Don't feel like you have
to hide anything from me.

I mean, why would I care?

I just thought
it'd be uncool for you

to have it thrown in your face.

Why?

It's cool. I'm cool.

It's been weeks.

Weeks.
Of course you've moved on.

Actually, it would have been
totally pathetic if you hadn't.

I would have felt bad for you

because I've been hanging out
with someone else, too.

Oh.

Yeah.

Well, that's... great.

His name is George Silver.
He's from the city,

as in Manhattan.

His mom's name's Kick.
Uh...

Now if you'll excuse me,

I... I should go call him.

Hi, George. It's Carrie.

I can go to the party after all.

♪ why can't we get together?

You can't wear that one.

Oh, hi. I'm trying to find
something to wear

on my date with George
for his mom's party,

and I'm on my lunch break.

I know. And Kick prefers
the term "Soiree."

Oh. Soiree. Got it.

I've never been to a party
like this.

Kinda nervous.

I'm supposed to wear blue.

Sapphire.
This is navy blue.

Is there a difference?

In Kick Silver's world,
there is.

Let me help you.

It's called the jewel party.

It's one of
the most talked-About events

of the social season.

Each woman is assigned
a color--

Either Ruby, Emerald,
or sapphire,

and the Kick wears white

And covers herself in rubies,
emeralds, and sapphires.

Wow. George didn't tell me.
He just said "Blue."

Well, that's my George--

Like most men, not one
to focus on the fine points.

When Harlan and Kick
were still married,

I had to deal with
every last idiotic detail

that pretentious socialite
thought of.

Her wish, my nightmare.

One year she wanted swans.

They pooped
all over her oriental rug,

and they're mean
sons of bitches.

Try these on. Thanks.

So you've known George
a long time.

Since he was 4.

Poor kid.
He may summer in Ibiza,

but he does not have parents

who know the first thing
about priorities.

He is the rope
in their obscene tug-of-war.

That sounds awful.

So what do you think?

That looks nice on you.

Shows off your eyes.

Thanks.

And I think...

I still have some
fake jewelry from last year.

They gave it out
as party favors--

Rings, a few necklaces.
You can have them.

It'll give it
a little... Sparkle.

Thank you.

Can I ask you something?

Maybe.

Why are you being
so nice to me?

Well, I mean, not nice, but...

Yeah, okay, nice.

I think it's good for George
to hang out with someone

who knows the value
of hard work.

You think I'm a hard worker?

I have to say,
I was pretty sure

you were just gonna be
the entitled kid

of one of Harlan's friends,
but you have surprised me.

Maybe even impressed you?

Don't push it.

It appeared Barbara and I
had entered new territory,

and it was nice.

I can't believe Sebastian
is dating Donna.

I really thought
he was better than that.

What does he even see in her?

Um, her big boobs
and her hot body.

Men do like that.

Maybe that's why Seth
isn't excited about me.

I don't have one of those.

I mean, I have two boobs,
just not a hot body.

Well, some of us
love our girlfriends

for their personalities.

You don't think I have
a hot body?

You think Seth isn't
attracted to me?

Maybe I should just not talk.

I'm just glad Carrie's
at her internship

and has other stuff going on,
like her date with George.

As long as ding dong Donna
doesn't rub it in her face,

she'll be fine.

What are they doing here?

They never come here.

The diner is ours.

Oh. Hey, guys.

Is Carrie not here today
because of me?

I mean, me and Sebastian.

She's obviously having
a hard time

dealing
with the new "It" couple.

I heard she tried
to run them over, right?
She did not.

And Carrie isn't here
because she's too busy

having an awesome time
in Manhattan

and can't be bothered
hanging out

with losers at the diner.

Us excluded, of course.

This place is so cute.

I don't know why we don't
hang out here more.
Because this is our hangout.

I don't think you can claim
a place. That's just childish.

It's ours,
and we're not going anywhere.

Actually,
I have to get back for calculus.

And I've got European history.

Okay, go.

I have study hall.

And I'm not leaving.

While Maggie was protecting
our territory,

my dad was protecting his.

The jeweler looked at me
like I was crazy.

Well, you are, Tommy.

You lost the ring.
Move on.

You know what else he said?

Buy a woman something sparkly,
and you'll get laid?

No. He told me that
Grace lost her ring three times.

I guess she was always
taking it off to garden.

I-I never knew that.

What, that she gardened?

Are you being
purposefully obtuse?

That she lost her ring.

It should make you feel better.

I guess.

You know what should
also make you feel better?

My son is gonna be
wining and dining your daughter.

Oh, George better not be
wining her. She's 16.

You don't have to worry.

Despite having me and that crazy
bitch of an ex-wife for parents,

George is a great kid.

Doesn't matter
how great George is.

It's just... weird thinking
of my little girl dating.

Yeah. Well, I get it.
I wouldn't want girls,

knowing what Horn dogs
teenage boys are.

Yeah, you're not helping.

Once again.

Can I ask you something?

Sure.

Where did you learn about sex?

Our Fifth Grade
health education class.

I also learned that I would
get hair under my arms.

I was traumatized.

No, I mean, like...

how to have sex.

Oh.

Kinda still learning.

Why, did Maggie say something?
Am I bad?

No. She said you were good.

Really?

That's cool.

'Cause I've been trying
really hard to do it right.

It's kind of exhausting.

Is it supposed to be?

I'm very confused.

I think I'm doing a bad job
with Seth.

The thing is with guys,
we're kinda happy with anything,

as long as it's being,
you know... handled.

That's the thing. I never
know what to do with...

it.

You play golf, right?

Yeah. My parents make me.

Well, you know how you're
supposed to hold the club loose

but with control?

I never can do that.

I always wanna, like,
squeeze it really tight.

I've given myself blisters.

Yeah, okay, that's not good.

Oh, my god.

I'm bad at this.

Really bad.

I need help.

Help me, Walt.

I might have something for you.

Meet me at your house
after school?

Yeah.
Okay.

See you then.

That night, when my father
got off the train,

he was distracted
by his missing wedding ring...

aah!

Oh!
Really distracted.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Are you sure?
Ooh. Yeah.

Oh, I am so sorry.

It's okay.
No, it's not.

I hit you with my car.

It's... I think it's--It's...
Yeah, let's go sit down.

Okay.
Oh, here. Let me take your bag.
Please. God.

Well?

You look good.

Maybe too many necklaces,
but... what do I know?

I like it like this.

It looks nice.

Now...
If you get nervous

or run out of stuff to say,

just tell Kick that
the canapes are divine

and that the Basquiat
in the great room

is so much more spectacular
than the one

in Pat Buckley's penthouse,
and she will love you.

Okay. I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Are those people?

Canape is an hors d'oeuvre.
A Basquiat's a painting.

Oh, boy.
Now I'm officially nervous.

Don't be.

Wow. You look amazing.

So do you.

Why are you in a tuxedo?

Because tonight is formal.

I thought it was cocktail.

It was cocktail last year.

Yeah, but you know my mother.

She likes to up the ante.

This year--Formal.

Did I not say that?
No.

No. You didn't.

I can't go like this.

Why?
You look beautiful.

Because I know
how these things work.

If I show up in this dress,
I will forever be known

as the girl who came
to Kick Silver's soiree

in a knee-length dress.

What are we gonna do?

I don't know.
I don't know.

Um... if you'll excuse me,

I-I need a couple minutes.

Don't know how
you managed that, Carrie.

Well, it's a good thing
Barbara's daughter

went through a tutu phase.

This way.

I don't think we're in
Castlebury anymore, Toto.

Oh, and look, there's
the great and powerful Oz.

The best thing to do

when entering
unknown territory?

Georgie.
Kick.

Mwah. Mwah.

And I see
you brought your friend.

Smile.

So glad you could make it.

Your dress is fabulous.
Is it Couture?

Haute Couture?

I, uh...

the dress was designed
just for Carrie.

Oh! So it is.

Yes.

Your home is beautiful.
Oh, I'm glad you think so.

George says the artwork
is frightening.

Kick, you had Edvard Munch's
"The Scream" in my bedroom.

The pastel version,
but we sold it

when George's psychoanalyst
said it might be the cause

of his nightmares.
I don't think you needed

to share that with her.
I was 10.

I hope you don't mind.
I invited Blythe.

I didn't realize she was back.

Back and more gorgeous
than ever.

She looks positively radiant
after her little vacation.

Blythe is my ex-girlfriend,

and she's just back from rehab.

Oh, look, there she is now.

Suddenly, I realized
I wasn't in foreign territory.

I was on somebody else's.

Meanwhile, mouse and Walt were
in unchartered territory.

While in this position,

the male participant
Should scissor his legs

in order to increase
the friction.

I don't understand what
I'm even looking at.

Yeah. It took me five viewings
to get my bearings.

That's her knees.

Is that actually
physically possible?

I've perfected it.

Whoa.

No wonder Maggie thinks
you're so good.

I hope Seth
will think that of me.

He will.

At first, things with Maggie
weren't going so well,

but then I got this video,

and I have one satisfied
customer on my hands.

It'll work, I promise.
I hope so.

Seth arrives
in less than an hour.

I have a lot to Cram in
before he gets here.

You'll be great.

Even though mouse had a lot
of ground to cover,

she was sure she could maintain
her overachiever status

when it came to sex.

Meanwhile, Maggie realized

there was simply
too much ground to cover.

I'm sorry.
What are you doing here?

Eating.
Salads.

With the dressing on the side.

I was sitting here
five minutes ago.

Were you?

You threw my purse
and coat on the floor.

Oh. Didn't realize
they were yours.

Why don't you go back
to the mall

where you belong?

I'm bored with the mall,

but you know what
I'm not bored with?

Is Sebastian.

And my man loves
the grilled cheese,

so we're gonna be
hanging here a lot.

Listen up.

You and your gruesome twosome

are not taking the diner.

The diner's ours.

Or maybe you and your friends
should find somewhere else

to have
your lame little convos.

I don't think you know
who you're dealing with.

I have two older brothers,
and I'm not afraid to bite.

So if you'll just get up
and leave quietly,

we can end this right here.

Make me.

I told my father I'm not going
if we don't fly privately.

I don't care if it takes
a few hours longer.

I don't want to have to sit
with the masses.

I wouldn't go anyway.

The weather at Thanksgiving
in Gstaad can be so iffy.

Sometimes
there's not even snow.

Why do you even care?
You don't ski.

But I love to apres-ski.

So, Blythe, how was
your stint in Rehab?

George, that's very uncouth
for you to ask that in public.

But I'd be happy
to give you the details

if you wanna go
somewhere private.

Well, I'm not sure Carrie
wants to hear all about

your most recent stay
at Betty Ford.

I'm sorry. I'd forgotten
she was even here.

She hasn't said a word.

I didn't think
you'd be all that interested

in my trip to the D.M.V.

Oh. D.M.V.?

Is that near the D.R.,
the Dominican Republic?

I think I'm supposed
to go there next week.

Uh, the Department
of Motor Vehicles,

in Connecticut.

It's the place where you get
your driver's license.

Oh. I don't drive.

None of us do.

You don't have to in the city.

Seriously? Driving is awesome.

You get to have total control
over your life

and go where you wanna go

and listen to the radio
really loud.

That's why we have drivers.

Oh. Well, you're missing out.

Well, I would love
to learn how to drive,

but only if you teach me.

I think that can be arranged.
Now that would be fun.

What's wrong, Kick?
I need you.

The French ambassador
and Secretary Kissinger

are about to come to blows
over whether or not...

Iranian caviar should
still be allowed to be imported.

Well, I'm sure you put
your 2 cents in already.

I would, except the ambassador's
english is terrible

and, well,
your French is flawless.

Can you help me?

Go ahead.
I can handle myself here.

Excuse me.
I'll be right back.

Mm-Hmm.

Darling, you're sweet.

Charming even.

But at some point,

George is going to get tired
of slumming and come back to me.

I don't know who you think
you are or who I am,

but I'm from the suburbs.

That doesn't make me a loser.
It just makes me not from here.

Now if you'll excuse me...

oh!

Great.

Hello?

Okay, you sound super excited.

I thought you were Seth.

Oh! I'm interrupting.

He's not here yet.
I'm nervous.

Don't be.
It's gonna be great.

Seth is a lucky guy.

Okay,

why are you calling? I thought
you were supposed to be

at Kick's fabulous soiree?

I am. I'm hiding
in the powder room.

That's what rich socialites call
the bathroom.

There's a phone
in the bathroom? Why?

So they can talk to the help
while they pee?

Gross.

I feel like I'm totally
in a foreign land

and I definitely
don't speak the language.

George calls his mother
by Her first name.

Okay, that is just weird.

So George isn't your guy.

That's the thing.
I thought he could be.

I actually had a moment tonight
where I thought,

Hello, George.
Good-bye, Sebastian.

And then I met his mom.

Who cares what his mom's like?
You're not dating her.

Yeah, tell that to Kick.
And to Blythe.

Wait. Who's Blythe?

His gorgeous,

long-legged,
shiny-haired ex-girlfriend.

I never felt more itty-bitty
suburban in my entire life.

Enough!

No one in the real world

likes jewel-themed parties
or leggy beauties.

Okay, maybe guys like that,
but not as much as being cool

and smart and pretty.

And George invited you to
this party, not lithe Blythe.

You're right.

I'm always right.

Seth's here.

Oh!

So if you'll excuse me,
I need to go jump my boyfriend,

and I suggest you do the same.

Go get him, tiger.
Aah!

Mouse was hopeful

her new bag of tricks
would do the trick.

♪ Beautiful girl, lovely dress ♪

♪ high school smiles, oh, yes ♪

♪ beautiful girl, lovely dress ♪

meanwhile, across town,

somebody was using
some old tricks.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

What are you do--Get out!

♪ Gone, daddy, gone,
your love is gone ♪

♪ Yeah, it's gone, daddy, gone,
your love is gone

♪ Yeah, it's gone, daddy, gone

♪ your love is gone away ♪

♪ When I see you ♪

♪ a thousand eyes turning blue ♪

♪ 'cause it's gone, daddy, gone

♪ Gone, daddy, gone,
your love is gone away ♪

And while one friend was about
to admit defeat,

another was claiming victory.

Mouse...

Wow!

Have I said "wow"?

About ten times.

That last move? I-I-I didn't
even know it was possible.

Expect the impossible
when you're with me.

I have to say I'm--I'm surprised
but I'm also a little relieved.

Was sex that bad with me
before?

No, no, no. It was good.
But this...

I mean, this...

clearly, you've learned
from someone.

Mm.

Well, to be honest...

you don't have to explain.
I--

You had sex with another guy.

And it--It's okay.
I-I feel less guilty.

I was feeling really bad

because I had sex
while we were broken up, too.

You did?

Well, we both did.

Yeah. What a relief.

Well, uh...

now neither of us
have to feel bad

we slept with another person.

Okay, good, 'cause I just was
feeling really awful

that I slept with other people.

People?

I thought we were talking
singular.

Two.

Uh, we--We were broken up,
after all.

Georgie, what are you thinking?

Obviously not
what you're thinking, Kick.

She didn't know
what Couture was.

You loved her dress,
so what's the difference?

I blame this on myself.

It's because
I married your father--

A Jew from the Bronx.

I thought it would be exciting
to leave my circle,

but... it's not.

It's just hard.

He never understood our world,
what we wanted.

And now I'm in the middle
of a hideous divorce

with an ass of an ex-husband who
doesn't understand how it works.

Save yourself the trouble.

Maybe you're right--

if that's what you think,
then she definitely is.

Thanks for the canapes.

Carrie, wait!

Let her go.
It's for the best.

For who? For you?

I'm going after her.

George, you're not leaving yet,
are you?

We haven't even had
a moment to talk.

Not now, Blythe.

Carrie, wait!
Damn, you can run in heels.

Carrie, stop.
Why?

So I can hear from your mouth
how I don't fit into your world

and how I embarrassed you?

Or are you worried
the bumpkin from Castlebury

can't get herself home
without a limo?

Well, don't worry about me.
I can take care of myself.

And I know you can.
That's why I like you, Carrie.

I don't understand.

And had you waited, I was about
to tell my mom that yeah,

maybe she's right,
that it's Harder.

But I don't care.

I want sometimes real.

Why, when you can
just have it easy

with your cars and your drivers
and your Basquiat?

Which, by the way,
isn't spectacular. It's scary.

I know, right?

I don't get this world.

And I live in it,

but sometimes as I'm sitting
at these events,

listening to everyone
chattering on about nothing,

I look around and I think,

how did I get here?

I just wanna move past my life
where it is now

and find something new.

Does that make any sense?

That's when I realized we were
both so in our own world,

we hadn't noticed we were
standing on common ground.

It does.

Often that ground felt
a little shaky,

but it was really nice to share
those fears with someone else.

I could've taken a cab.

You did not have to drive me
home from the train station.

Oh, well,
it's the least I could do

after hitting you with my car.

So this is your home.

Actually, I live in the city.

I'm just visiting my mom
for the weekend.

Oh. That gives me hope.

I have a feeling that my oldest
is gonna wind up in Manhattan,

and, uh, I hope she wants
to come back and visit me.

I didn't realize you had kids.

Two girls.

So you're married?

Uh, no.

No, not anymore.

Maybe we should
exchange numbers.

So you can track me down
if you need to sue me?

Or so you could
ask me out on a date.

Oh.

Even though My dad wasn't ready
to date...

he now knew
he was ready to move on.

I knocked you on your ass.

That's because you have
a really big butt.

Admit defeat.
I'm happy to leave this table
but I'm not leaving this diner.

Why?
So you can torture Carrie?

You already got the guy.
Isn't that enough?

Not for me.
Well, what do you want?

- World domination?
- It's a diner.

Hi.

What's going on here?

Uh, nothing.
I saved you a seat.

Hope you're happy.

About what?

Like you don't know.

The diner.
This is our place.

We've been coming here
since we were kids.

This is Carrie's safe place.

I didn't know.

She sure did.

Uh, wait.
Just give us a second, okay?

What are you doing?

What?
I like their grilled cheese.

You're better than this. Am I?

You don't have to do this.
I like you,

not because you're a bitch.
In spite of it.

You like me?

Nobody's ever called me a bitch
before.

At least to my face.

I like it.

So can we get out of here?

The place is all yours.

Thanks.

Maggie might've won
our territory,

but she realized
I had lost the war.

You wanna go again?

I guess.

We don't have to.

Because you don't think
I'm good?

Huh?

Because of that other guy,
now you don't think I'm good.

I didn't say that.

You think he's better than me.

Why? Is it 'cause
he's taller than me?

He couldn't be. I'm--I'm tall.
And I'm in college. Is he?

Does he go to your high school?

He's just a regular person.

I thought you said you didn't
care I was with someone.

Wait, are you still with him?

You're still with him,
aren't you?

Okay, Seth, maybe this
has gone too far.

I... I--

I can't believe
you slept with someone else.

Why? You did.
Yeah, but it's different.

Really? Why?
Because I'm a guy.

All right, Buster, this is such
a ridiculous double standard.

So if you sleep with a bunch
of girls, you're cool.

But if I do, I'm a slut?

Yes, I slept with someone else,

and it was great

and he taught me
lots and lots of stuff.

And you just better
deal with it.

I can't, mouse. Okay?
I-I can't.

I'm just... jealous, okay?

So I-I can't take it.
I--So just...

tell me his name, okay?

If you don't, I'm just gonna
die of jealousy.

Okay, fine.

If I tell you his name,
will you just stop?

I need to know
you're going to calm down.

Yes. I-I promise. Just...

tell me.

The guy who taught me all this,

his name's...

Walt.

Okay, can we just end this now?

If I ever meet this Walt,
I'm gonna bash his face in.

That did not go as I had hoped.

George, where have you been?
You just missed my toast.

Mom, I know in your universe
it's always about you,

But just once, can you just stop
and think about someone else?

But tonight's my big night.

And you should enjoy it.
But Carrie and I are going.

You're gonna leave me
all alone?

With 50 of
your closest confidants.

George, we don't have to go.

You're lovely, Carrie,

and I'm sure it's hard for you
to understand.

You're not all alone
in the world.

My jackass ex-husband dumped me.

You know, he left right before
the A.B.T. Gala.

The biggest social event
of the year.

And now all I have is George.

I can't lose him.

George, why don't you go
get your mother a tissue

and your coat?

I can take care of your mom.

You don't have to keep crying
if you don't want.

I know that was
all for George's benefit.

I have a dad.
I know it works.

It is effective.

And let me be clear.

You need to back off.

I don't have anyone in my life
but George.

I'm alone.

I understand about
being alone in the world.

I lost my mom this past year
to cancer.

And it sucks,

but I don't spend every day

trying to make people
feel sorry for me.

I just keep living my life.

You're Carrie Bradshaw.

Yes, that's me.

George didn't tell me
your last name.

I don't know how I didn't
see it. You're just like her.

I can't believe
I didn't realize

you're--
You're Grace's daughter.

You knew my mom?

Your parents lived in the city
when they were first married.

Your father and Harlan worked
at the same law firm.

We hung out all the time.

Those were wonderful days.

I can't envision my mom here.

She loved her garden
and driving her car.

Your mom left Kicking
and screaming.

She loved it here--

the energy, the crazy people.

Me being one of them.

Your mom was fun.

And good for me.

Although she didn't appreciate
this world

as much as she should have.

Can't imagine why.

So why'd they decide to move?

Your father didn't think this
was a place to raise a family.

Your mother cried
her last night here.

I got her drunk.

So why'd she agree to go
if she didn't want to?

She knew at the end of the day,
it was the right choice for her,

and for the family she wanted.

Grace always used to say,
"sometimes Change is good."

I thought she was crazy.

I always wanted everything
to stay the same.

Of course, it never does.

Your mom used to wear a flower
in her lapel.

She smelled like spring.

Thank you.

For what?

For giving me
a piece of my mom.

Am I interrupting?

Not at all.

You two should get going.

The night's still young.

When we think about entering
new, unchartered territory,

it always comes with the idea
that we forge ahead.

And that's true to some degree.

But often to forge ahead,

we have to look back
to understand

what we're leaving behind.

And it can be scary
because behind us,

there are often blind spots...

♪ some folks
take their pleasure slow ♪

things we want to ignore
or couldn't even see

that can stop us
from our journey forward.

♪ Futures by ♪

♪ living in the past ♪

but only if you let them.

At some point, you have to
let go of the past

and stop looking behind
and embrace what comes next.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ to love again ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ to love again ♪

Their goat cheese
is really good.

Totally. Mm-hmm.

I can't believe
you beat that bitch.

I did! She's gonna have
a big bruise on her butt.

Oh, hey, look who showed up!
Mouse!

Guys, come sit with us.

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

you must be Seth.
I'm Walt.

What did you say
your name was?
Um...

Walt.
Walt? You're the guy.

This is the guy.
This is the guy?

I'm gonna kick your ass!

Whoa!
Okay, so what's going on?

'cause I can't take
any more drama at this diner.

I don't want to fight you.

Oh, you're afraid?
Yeah, sorry should be.

Guess what, everybody.

Is everything all right?
Um, no, but it will be.

Okay. Stop. Seth, stop!

I didn't sleep with Walt.
I lied, all right?

I watched a how-to tape
with Walt,

but I was too mortified
to admit it

after you told me
you slept with other girls.

So you...
didn't sleep with Walt?

Um, hi. He's my boyfriend.

Who you probably now think
is a huge loser

for needing to watch some tape
to show me how to have sex.

I think it's sweet.
You wanted to please me.

So you haven't slept
with anybody else?

No.

But if I had, you would need
to be cool with it.

So I'm okay with the fact
that you did.

No double standards, okay?

Totally.

Totally. I'm sorry.
I've been a total ass.

Yes, you have.

Well, apparently a lot happened
while I was in the city.

How'd it go?

Actually, it went pretty great.

- And so was today.
- Got my license!

Aah!
Hey!

Yeah!

Congratulations!

I was entering new territory,

moving on,

letting go of the old.

My mom was right.

Sometimes change is good.