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Before there was sex...

Before there was the city,
there was just me,

Carrie... Carrie Bradshaw
from Castlebury, Connecticut.

I love you.

There are so many soirees
now in the city.

- I know.
- Do you?

How's my article coming?

Actually, I decided
not to finish the piece.

You know what?
I just don't think

it's gonna happen for you
right now,

but be a love
and go make me a cappuccino.

I'm pregnant.
Maggie, I'm engaged.

What am I gonna do?

We'll figure out what
your choices are... together.

It appears your daughter
has an ectopic pregnancy.

You are a lowlife,
getting my daughter pregnant,

- putting her life at risk.
- Why didn't you tell Maggie's parents

that you're not the father?

She wouldn't want her parents,
especially her dad

to know she was involved
with Simon.

Do you not understand
what people will think of you?

The only thing I care about
is that you know the truth.

The Carrie Diaries 02x08
The Second Time Around
Originally Aired December 20, 2013

The holiday season
is a time to be grateful...

♪ I was feeling cold and tired

to give thanks...

♪ Yeah,
kinda sad and uninspired ♪

and this year,
I was thankful for so much.

I'm so lucky.

I love you.

It was a time
for second chances.

♪ The Grace and feel the magic
in your touch ♪

♪ oh, lay your hands

♪ Lay your hands on me

♪ lay your hands

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ lay your hands

but not everyone in Castlebury
was in the holiday spirit.

I knew this was a bad idea.

I shouldn't have
come back to school.

- Should've just told everyone I was sick...
- forever.

You have
nothing to be ashamed of.

You were out
with a burst appendix.

At least that's
what I've been telling everyone.

Thanks, Carrie.
But you know,

half the town
knows that I was pregnant,

and the other half thinks
that I was out

because you beat me up
to get your boyfriend back.

People just love a juicy story
so they don't have to think

about their own boring lives.

They'll forget about it
in a week

when something else comes up.

I don't know. I have
a terrible poker face.

It's gonna be hard to hide
that this is

one of the worst of my life.

Whoo-hoo! Harvard!
I just got in!

Early admissions. This is
the greatest day of my life.

Yeah, I kick ass.

Um, did you guys just hear me?

I got into Harvard...
in Cambridge?

- Congrats, Mouse.
- That's great, Mouse.

Great.

That's better.
Except Walt's not here.

Way to ruin a perfect moment.

Where the hell is he, anyway?

What's going on?

I've packed some things
for you.

You told dad.

It's something
he should know...

about his son.

Where is he?

He doesn't want to see you.

Can... we please
talk about this?

Do you have any idea
what you've put us through?

Don't make this any harder
than it already is, Walter.

My parents kicked me out.

- Hey, dad.
- Hi.

I have something kinda major
to ask you.

More major than when
you asked me

to live in New York
last summer?

Well, oddly enough,
it involves the person

I was living with
in New York last summer...

Walt.

Um... you know
he would never be

interested in me, right?

Uh...

Well, yeah. Yeah, I mean,
I-I, um,

I probably wouldn't have
let you live with him

if I hadn't known
that Walt was...

Not interested in... in you
or... others like you.

Well, he's in trouble.

You see, his parents
found out that he's...

not interested
in people like me,

and they kicked him out.

Is he doing all right?

Not really.
Would you be?

His own mother packed
all his stuff.

What kind
of mother does that?

Well, I was hoping
he could stay with us.

Is that okay?

Uh, well... Carrie, look,
I know that Walt is your friend,

but I'm not so sure that

we should be getting involved

in someone else's
family problems.

You know, dad,
you're the last person

I expected
to have an issue with this,

and another thing...

it's not someone else.
It's Walt...

one of my best friends
who you've known

practically his whole life.

Is it because he's gay?

Because I would hate to think
that's why.

I'll admit that it makes me
a little uncomfortable.

I mean, I'm not sure I even
know someone who's gay.

Well, you know Walt.

You know what?

Forget I even asked

or that I told my friend
he could rely on me.

I'm sure he'll be fine
living in his car.

Carrie, stop.

You're right.

Of course he can stay.

Really?

Thanks, dad.

Yeah.

Thanks again, Mr. Bradshaw,
for letting me stay.

Yeah, of course. No, I want you
to make yourself at home

and enjoy your gay.

I mean your stay.

I should...

Go and, uh, finish up
some... stuff.

Your dad doesn't exactly
seem comfortable having me here.

No, he's fine.

'Cause I really don't want
to impose.

- You're not imposing.
- Um, hello?

That's easy for you to say.

You're not the one being
made homeless in all this.

You're not homeless, Dorrit.
Walt's the one who's homeless.

So how come I'm being punished

by getting kicked out
of my room?

I don't have to stay
in your room.

Ugh. Then your crap
will be all over the den.

It's fine you're in my room.

Are... those clothes dirty?
'Cause I could wash 'em for you.

I like my clothes like this.

Are you sure Walt's okay?

I tried inviting him to come
stay with me in the city,

but he said no.

Should I be worried?

I think he just wants
to keep his life

as normal as possible
right now.

So he's staying in school
and crashing with us.

Well, I'm glad he's at least
with people who care about him.

Honestly, I think he just
doesn't wanna seem like a mooch.

Fantastic.
I'll see you there.

Guess who's
gonna be a sexy elf?

I just booked a job as one
of Santa's little helpers

at a party for Bongo Jeans.

I thought I told you,

you can't use the phones here
for personal calls.

Since when are you
such a goody-goody?

It's making
my daily hangouts here

so much less fun.

You know it's not mandatory
that you come here.

And I'm not being a goody-goody.

I just wanna stop being

Larissa's cappuccino-making
monkey

and get her back to thinking
of me as a potential writer.

Members of
the "Interview" -igentisia,

in my office... now.

I just came back
from my fall holiday...

Uh, um...
what's it called?

Thanksgiving?

The one with the Turkey?

Yes. Anyway,
I spent the whole time

on the untamed frontier
of this beautiful country,

experiencing
your wild, wild west

in the town of Aspen.

I've seen America...

and it is...

Denim. It's all about
Americana now, darlings.

I want stories on the frontier.

I want stories about cowboys.

I want stories
about blue jeans. Go.

And, Janet,
bring me a cappuccino.

Did you see that?

What?

The ho-ho-hoedown
that is now Larissa?

Well, that, and she didn't
ask me for a cappuccino.

Poor Janet.

You know what that means,
don't you?

It means you're out
of the doghouse.

You can pitch stories again.

If I wanna get back
in her good graces,

as well as published,

all I have to do is find
a great Americana story.

I think I have another shot
at a piece in the magazine

if I can pitch the perfect
Americana story to Larissa,

and I think I found one.
Bongo Jeans.

Bongo Jeans? Really?

Yeah. Uh,
it's an American brand.

It's denim. I mean,
they're literally creating

a new niche in fashion...
hip jeans.

So it would combine
Larissa's two favorite things...

commerce and fashion.

If it came with a drink,
Larissa would marry it.

Sounds pretty cool.

Yeah, and it gets better.

Samantha is working
the Bongo Jeans Holiday Party,

so she can sneak me in.
Not exactly sure how.

We haven't quite
figured that out yet.

And then I need to think
of a way to introduce myself

to the C.E.O....

Carter something or other.

- Carter Richman.
- Yeah. How'd you know?

- Because I know him.
- What?

He's an old golf buddy
of my dad's.

We get invited
to all his parties.

I know for a fact that my dad
already R.S.V.P.'d "Yes."

So let me take you.
No need to go in the side door.

Wait. So does this mean I'm
actually going to meet your dad?

That's a big deal.

Or not. He never really
shows up to these things.

Even though he R.S.V.P.'d,
I think he's still in Laguna,

which, trust me,
is for the best.

You don't want my dad around

if you're trying to get
an Interview.

- But still, I'd be excited to meet him.
- Some other time.

The Bongo party will be
about you getting your story.

You sure?

I'm gonna make this
happen for you.

It looked like my second chance
with Sebastian

would be my second chance
with "Interview."

I love this tradition...
you and me, holiday shopping,

the smell of Christmas
in the air.

Oh. And too much perfume.

I'm happy
to have you back, Mags.

I'm happy to be back...
and to start over with you.

Yeah. Clean slate.

Oh.

Hello. How are you?

She's fine. Great, actually, no
thanks to you.

Hi, girls.
I think we met before.

- Yeah.
- Hi.

You're Maggie, right?
The chief's daughter.

Your dad would not believe what
a softie Simon is when it comes

to Christmas shopping.

He actually got my mom
an engraved picture frame.

How sweet is that?

That's adorable.

Well, we should be going.

These... these presents
aren't gonna buy themselves.

Okay. Bye, girls.

Good luck.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I hate that he gets to me.

- Well, you almost died because of him.
- Yeah, and I'm sure he knows.

My blabbermouth brother Joey
tells him everything.

They're best buds.

I can't believe he never
even checked in on me.

Simon is not a good person.

I don't care how many
picture frames he buys.

Yeah, I know that.

It still kills me
to see him with her.

They're gonna have babies
together.

After what I went through,

I don't know if
I can have them, ever.

You have to tell your dad
it was Simon.

No, I'm scared to.

He's already so disappointed
in me for getting pregnant.

If I told him I seduced
one of his officers,

it'd be even worse.

You didn't seduce anyone.

You're a teenager.

Simon's an adult.
He's the bad guy here,

which is ironic
since he's a cop

and is supposed to
protect people, not hurt them.

You have to tell
your dad, Mags.

This will always haunt you
if you don't.

While Maggie debated whether
to give her father

some upsetting news...

Mouse was
still trying to figure out

how to deliver her good news
to West.

- Hey!
- Welcome back!

Great news!

Really? So you heard?

We won regionals.

That's terrific!

Any other good news?

Well, this is my third time
winning regional championship,

so I feel like I don't need
anything more than that.

Maybe any college news?

Is there something wrong, Mouse?
What's going on?

No.

No, it's just...

I got into Harvard.

Oh! That's amazing.

I was waiting here for you
because I was hoping

you were gonna tell me
that you got in, too,

- so that we could celebrate together.
- Absolutely.

So you did get in?

No, I didn't get in.

Oh. Maybe your mom
got the letter today,

and it's waiting for you
at home right now.

Mouse, listen to me.

I didn't get in.

But that's not gonna stop us
from celebrating your victory.

Are you sure?
Are you okay?

I'm fine.

Let's focus on you.
This is your dream come true.

Yes, it is. But I don't
wanna rub it in your face.

I-I feel awful.

Don't. I'm so proud of you.

You're an amazing man!

Trust me, this piece about Bongo
is the biggest thing

that's going to happen to denim
since the California gold rush.

I'm listening.

Sort of. What I'm hearing
right now is you have ideas

but not a plan.

Can you actually get
to this man?

My Interview with Carter Richman

is already scheduled
in his calendar.

- It's on the books, set in stone.
- Good.

Because if you drop the story
again like you did with Weaver,

you're done at "Interview."
I give second chances,

but not third ones.

Got it.

Way to go, Carrie.

I didn't know you scheduled
an Interview with the C.E.O.

I didn't.
I totally lied.

But I am going to go
to this party

and figure out a way
to get to him,

and if I fail, then I guess

my career at "Interview"
is over.

- Go big or go home?
- Exactly.

- That sounds stressful.
- Yeah. You think?

So how about you?
Any plans for tonight?

No.

Well, you wanna come
to the city

with me and Sebastian?

No. Thanks.

I think I've done enough
Bradshaw intruding

for one lifetime.

You're not intruding.

You are a welcome guest,

and I know Dorrit hasn't
been the nicest, but...

I love that
Dorrit's being so rude.

It's Dorrit being Dorrit.

She's treating me like
she always treated me,

and that makes me feel normal.

She's the one person
not making me feel

like I'm walking around
on tiptoes in this house.

Hey! I'm not.

Well, that's Sebastian.

You sure you don't
wanna come with us?

At least to the city.

I mean, we can
drop you off at Bennet's.

And sit cramped
in the back of that Porsche?

No. I'm good here.

I just wanna lay low and
watch some TV.

Okay.

Have fun.

Hey, you.

I am so excited to chase down
this Interview

with you at my side.
You're like my guy Friday.

I'm excited you're excited.

And, uh, I have some
good news and some bad news.

I called Carter's office

and told them
that I'm coming to the party

and that I'm bringing
a journalist from "Interview"

who's interested
in talking to him.

Is that the bad news?

Please tell me
that's the bad news,

because that's
awesome bad news.

My dad is gonna be there.

Okay.

And I didn't exactly
tell him we would be there.

So I have no idea
how he's gonna react

or... I can guess
he might react kinda badly,

w-which means...

That this night might be
an absolute disaster

where you and your dad
come to blows,

and my chance at a story
goes down the drain.

It'll be okay.

Okay.

♪ "Bah, humbug,"
no, that's too strong ♪

And if my dad's
drinking scotch,

- he may get cranky.
- - Okay.

And there may be bimbos.

- All right.
- And snide comments.

Okay, now you're starting
to scare me.

Scared is good.

Scared is prepared.

The only thing I wanna be
prepared for is my interview.

♪ Ski shoppin' ♪

Oh, look, there's Samantha.

♪ Had his number
but never the time ♪

And there's my dad. Looks like
he's already made a friend.

Well, I'm just happy
it's not Samantha.

That I am definitely
not prepared for.

I don't want you to worry
about anything but your article.

Okay? In terms of my dad,
I got this.

But I wanna make
a good impression.

You're not the one
I'm worried about.

And here comes my dad.
12:00.

I wasn't expecting
to see you here tonight.

And you're smart
not to drink the scotch.

It tastes like
warm... cat... urine.

And who's this?
Uh, Mr. Kydd,

I'm Carrie Bradshaw.

My girlfriend, dad.

♪ Merry Christmas,
Merry Christmas ♪

But they've decided

to try and work things out,
so they're going to Hawaii...

- Hey, Walt.
- Hey, Mr. Bradshaw.

Do you want the TV?

No. No, no. I just, uh...
I just wanted to make sure

everything was good with you.

You, uh, settling in okay?

Yeah. Great.

Good. Good. Very good.

It's just, it's Saturday night.

I mean, wouldn't you...
Rather be out with your friends?

No. I don't mind staying in.

I brought over
some episodes I taped

of my new favorite show,
"The Golden Girls."

Ooh. Sounds interesting.
Just who are these golden girls?

They're... just four ladies
who live in Miami together.

And... solve crimes?

With
a 14-year-old in the house.

Actually... they sort of just
sit around eating cheesecake,

talking about their lives.

It's really funny.

There's the ditzy one,
the fun one, the wise one,

and the really old one.

Uh... Four women
who sit around

talking about their lives?
That's a TV show?

I don't see it lasting.

You're probably
right, but I like it.

What ever
would we do with him

- for two weeks?
- Do you wanna watch with me?

There's plenty of things
to do down here.

Uh... sure.

We can take him
to Disney world,

the Seaquarium,
the Everglades...

Rambo.

Rambo?

The movie...
With Sly Stallone.

I sat through it twice.
You'll love it.

He sweats like a pig,
and he doesn't put a shirt on.

Mouse, I can feel your eyes
boring through the menu.

I just hope you're okay...

About not getting
into Harvard.

Why are you whispering?

I don't want
anyone to overhear.

It's no one's business.

You should be able
to tell people

in your own way
when you're ready.

I don't have
a terminal illness, Mouse.

It's just a college.

A university.

The most prestigious
in this country.

And I know it has to bother you

that I got in and you didn't.

Mouse, I don't really wanna
talk about this anymore.

- Okay?
- Okay, I get it.

I just don't want you
to give up.

There's still
regular admission.

It's not over for you yet.

Maybe I could talk to someone
now that I'm in.

I didn't get into Harvard
because I didn't apply early.

What?

Why?

Because last year,
that girl from Harvard

told us they would probably

only accept one student
from Castlebury.

And if I had applied,

I would have been the one
accepted, not you.

That's not true.

Please. We have the same grades,
same extracurricular.

And then I'm an athlete,
I letter in three sports,

have a single mom
and a brother in a wheelchair.

It would have been me.

And since I love you

and I know that Harvard
is your lifelong dream,

I bowed out.
So call off the pity party.

You're welcome.

While Mouse
was learning a hard truth,

so was Maggie's father.

I just didn't
want you thinking

that Sebastian was the father.

It wouldn't be right.

I can't imagine
what you must think of me.

Daddy, please!

I could kill him.

Did you say "him"?

What kind of sicko
preys on a teenager?

You're not mad at me?

No, I'm angry at the bastard...

And at myself.

This is my fault.

I-I'm your father.

I'm supposed to be
protecting you,

not leaving you vulnerable.

Don't blame yourself, daddy.

I'm sorry
this happened to you.

Come here, come here.

Oh, my little girl.

I can't believe you got
to fly in the concorde.

I've always wanted to do that.

Do they really give you your own
eyeshades and slippers?

That they do.

Now that plane may be fast,
but it is not comfortable.

The seats are tiny.

But you get there in, what,
five hours?

Mm. Hopefully someday
I get to fly in it,

who knows?
Maybe for a story.

She's a real go-getter
you've got here, Sebastian.

Maybe she'll rub off
on you, huh?

Yeah, maybe.

So Sebastian tells me
that you're looking to get

an Interview with Carter
tonight.

Well, I-I was hoping
I could,

- but I know it might...
- Let me get you a personal introduction.

Really?

That would be amazing,
Mr. Kydd.

Oh, it's not a problem.

And please, call me Garrett.

Now... where is
that son of a bitch?

Guess who just got
bango-ed in her Bongos?

And in Santa's house no less.

What? With who?

Let me see, what was his name?

Chris... Caleb?

Carter!
Carter!

Oh, no.

- This could be bad.
- - Garrett, you old dog.

Hey. Look,
I want to introduce you.

This is... please say she's
not your new girlfriend.

She's a little young...

- Even for you.
- No, don't be ridiculous.

This is my son's girl.

Come on. They're still
in high school.

- You remember Sebastian.
- Of course.

- And how do you all know Samantha?
- Don't worry.

They don't know me
the way you know me.

And Carrie's one of my girls.
I call her "Bambi."

Carter, I wanted to introduce
you to Carrie Bradshaw.

- You see...
- Wait, Carrie Bradshaw?

- You're the "Interview" reporter?
- Yes.

- Well, I-I...
- Hang on, I thought I was being interviewed

by a real journalist,

not a high school student
who hangs out with hostesses.

I have investors
to think about,

and who I give access to
matters.

Second chance?

More like fat chance.

This is a disaster.
I should just leave.

Look, he's distracted. I can
make a break for it.

Carrie... calm down.
You can handle this.

Can I? You heard him.

He thinks I'm just
a high school student,

not someone to take seriously.

I'm pretty sure
when I was dragging you off,

I heard him call me
"Bambi."

Oh, he probably heard
Samantha call you that.

This just keeps getting worse.

Carrie, I've known Carter
all my life.

He's a good guy...

much more of a good guy
than my dad is.

And you managed to charm
the hell out of Garret.

Go talk to him.

You're prepared.
He'll see that and be impressed.

This is much different
than winning over your dad.

I'm great with parents.

I'm untested in the department

of heads of major
fashion companies...

Especially ones who think

I'm best friends
with Trampy the Christmas elf.

Don't worry about Samantha.
You are gonna kill this.

He thinks I'm just a kid.

You know Carter was 19
when he started this company?

I know.
I did my research.

Exactly. So you know
you can do this.

- This is your second chance...
- And my last.

If I blow this, it's over for me
at the magazine.

Carrie, I get it.

Going after what you want
is scary...

And possibly heart-breaking.

But if you don't go for it,
you'll have nothing but regrets.

And I know that's not you.

This is your chance.
You have to take it.

You're right. Thanks.

♪ Love, love, love,
love, love ♪

♪ one another

That Sophia is too much.

She is my favorite.

And... although Rose...

Oh! With all
the St. Olaf stuff?

- Oh, God. She's pretty great, too.
- Ohh.

Now I-is it weird

that I kind of feel
like I'm Dorothy?

I-I think everyone
feels that way

because she's kind of
the every woman.

Oh, God.
Now I'm an every woman.

Sorry, I meant...

No, no, I know what you meant.
I know what you meant.

Uh, play the next episode.
That's it.

We watched all the ones
I taped before I...

Left.

Well...

Walt, that was a lot of fun.

I haven't laughed like that
in a long time.

Thanks for watching with me.

I had more fun than I ever
had with my own dad.

Well, I should, uh,

get some sleep.

This early?

It's, like, 9:30.
Aren't you kids

usually just heading out
for the night at this hour?

Well, the thing is...

I don't... want to go out.

I'm kind of afraid to.

Why?

I guess seeing my parents' faces
and what they thought of me...

Made me feel bad
about who I am...

and what I'm doing.

So maybe if I just don't do it,

they won't hate me so much.

You're not doing
anything wrong.

And you're not a bad person.

You just don't like girls.

To my parents,
that's the same thing.

That is their issue, not yours.

But I'm such a disappointment.

No.

Look, we... we all want things
to be... easy for our kids,

or at least not hard.

And you being...

Gay.

Yeah.

You being gay...

may make your life harder.

But your parents shouldn't be

a part of what makes that hard.

Mr. Richman?

I know I didn't make
the greatest first impression

and that I'm young,

but so were you when
you first started selling jeans

on the streets of Miami.

You had a passion and an idea

and you went for it.

And that's what I'm doing.

So I hope you'll give me
a shot.

♪ Comes down rain

What you got for me, kid?

Well, I wanted to start
by asking you...

what was your inspiration
for...

Hey, can I get a Martini, up?
Thank you.

♪ You can't run for cover ♪

From the looks of it,

she's charming the hell out of Carter.

Well, good for her.

You haven't had the most...

stable of upbringings.

I always had food on the table.

Look, what I'm saying is

I screwed up a lot.

I know that.

But here you are,

maybe finally getting
your act together

with a...
a great girlfriend.

And I can't take an ounce
of credit for that.

That is all you, kid.

I mean... thanks.

So maybe it's not
too late for us.

Think you can give
your old dad a second chance?

That'd be great.

We'll spend Christmas in Laguna
at the new beach house,

spend some real time together.

I'd love that.

Sebastian and I
were both learning

that things can turn around

if you give them
a second chance.

And then there are those
whose luck has finally run out.

You can't be serious.

You're firing me?

Son, shut your mouth.

I know a man your age

has trouble seeing the world as
it is and where he fits in it.

So let me make this
simple for you.

She's 17 years old, a minor,
and my daughter.

- You realize how...
- But she...

Damn lucky you are to still
be drawing breath?

You hand in your badge and gun,

and do everything you can
to make sure

I never see your face again.

Get out.

I'm so excited
and nervous.

I stayed up late
and finished my article

so my dad could drop it
on his way to work.

Am I crazy, or are things
finally looking up

- for all of us?
- Oh, you're crazy.

But then
again, aren't we all?

- Pretty much.
- Where is she?!

Where is she?!

You little bitch!

Oh, my God, this isn't happening.
It's okay. We're here.

How could you do this to me?

Your dad fired me,
and I got dumped

all because you're just
a little slut

who was asking for it!

Don't you dare.

You better get outta here.

You're lucky
you're not in jail.

What, let me guess,

you told your little whore
of a friend

that she should
tell her daddy on me.

Was this your idea?
Don't get near them.

What are you gonna do about it?

Whoa.

Pretty boy thinks
he can take me.

Oh!

No, stop!

Stop it, you guys! Stop!

Stop it!

Sebastian, stop!

Oh!

You know the kind of hell
you put us through,

you selfish bastard?

Stop it.
I took the fall for this.

Oh!

- Hey, break it up!
- Whoa. Whoa.

Stop! Stop!
Stop. Calm down, okay?

Not the best news.

- I've been expelled.
- What?

I don't get it.
Simon came here

and started the fight.
Everyone saw that.

Yeah, well, with my record,

I guess this was the last straw.

My dad is gonna kill me.

No... he's not.

He's... you're right.
He's gonna kill you.

So the principal calls me.

This is unbelievable.
This is unacceptable!

Look, dad, I'm sorry. I... I-I...
- You're sorry?

What are you sorry for?

You're the only one
making any sense around here.

Some scum cop harasses
a 17-year-old girl,

and nobody does anything
about it except you.

You stepped up,
did the right thing.

I'm really glad
you feel that way, dad.

Really glad.

I bet you're proud
to be with a man

who knows how to stand up
for what's right.

I am... very.

You know, I have always
hated these uptight,

stuck up Connecticut types.

It was your mother
who made us move here, you know?

But now... we can get out
of this town for good.

What do you mean?

I mean, I've been wanting
to move to Laguna full-time.

The only thing stopping me
was you being in school.

But now that
that's apparently done,

we can move to California.

- Yeah, I don't know, dad.
- What do you mean, you don't know?

Come on. There's surf,
there's sunshine,

convertibles...

Carrie can come visit.

It's a done deal, Sebastian.

You're coming.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Can I sit down?

Sure.

I just wanted to apologize.

Really, I couldn't be happier
that you got into Harvard.

And I never meant
for you to know

that I didn't apply
so that you can get in.

And yet you told me.

You were just so patronizing.

You were making all
these sad clucking noises

and... and acting
like you were better than me.

When clearly you think
you're better than me...

and more qualified.

I guess I just didn't care
about Harvard as much as you do.

I'm not even sure
it's my first choice,

so I thought
I'd give it to you.

See...

even saying it that way...

If you weren't even sure
it was your first choice,

then why didn't you
just tell me that...

That you decided
not to apply early...

Instead of making me feel
like you gave me Harvard?

Because I did.

Well, the fact that you felt

I wouldn't be able
to get in on my own...

only makes me think...

you don't think
very highly of me.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just tired
of your obsessiveness.

It's in everything you do.

Homecoming, our relationship,
getting into Harvard...

it's just... too much.

You used to think
my determination was cute.

Do you not love me anymore?

Maybe I'm just exhausted

from your endless need
for competition...

and I just don't care about
Harvard as much as you do.

But you know I do.

And now you've tainted that,
because now I'll always wonder

if I got in
for the wrong reasons.

I'm sorry, Mouse.

Me, too.

- I guess I should...
- Go?

Yeah, I think you should.

Merry Christmas.

You, too.

How can I do this...

when we're finally back
together?

How can I move
across the country now?

How can you not?

Things are finally good
between you and your dad.

That's what
you've always wanted.

But I also want you...
more than anything.

We'll work it out.

It's the modern age.

There are phones and airplanes.

We can write love letters
to each other.

It'll be romantic.

I'll be, like, your
Elizabeth Barrett Browning.

Don't know who that is,
but I like how you're thinking.

We can make long distance work.

Of course we can.

I'll fly back all the time.

I'll fly back so much,
you'll get sick of me.

You'll be thankful
to ship me back

to a house 3,000 Miles away.

I doubt that.

When's your flight?

In a few hours.

Listen...

I refuse to say "Good-bye,"

because it's not good-bye.

So let's just say something
casual, like...

"See ya," or "Later, dude."

I don't think I can call you
"Dude" with a straight face.

Well, then,
how about "Adios, chiquita"?

Mm.

I like my first idea best...
"See ya."

It's poetic in its simplicity.

See ya, Bradshaw.

See ya, Kydd.

Dorrit, can you pass me
some more tinsel, please?

You're, like, two steps away.
Get it yourself.

Walt...

You now have an official
Bradshaw stocking.

Lucky you.
Now Santa can bring you

a useless collection
of ballpoint pens...

And batteries.

Hey, batteries are very useful.

Just what everyone wants
in a gift.

Mr. Bradshaw...

Carrie... Dorrit, um,
you guys have made me feel

like a real part of the family.

And... I don't know
how I can ever thank you.

I know how you can thank me.

You can go out and get
some cheesecake.

That stupid show
you were watching

has made me think of nothing else.

I would love
some cheesecake, too.

Uh, okay.

I can run to the grocery
and see what they have.

No, I'm not talking about
Castlebury Cheesecake.

I'm thinking about real
New York Cheesecake.

You know, from Junior's.

Maybe you could head
into the city and pick one up?

- Now?
- Sure.

Don't you know someone
in Manhattan...

someone who maybe would love
spending the holidays with you?

Maybe your friend
could go to Junior's with you,

and if you don't happen
to pick up the cheesecake,

well, you know...
that's okay, too.

Yeah, I can make a trip
into the city right now.

♪ You bet! Oh, jingle bells

Thanks, Mr. Bradshaw.

♪ Jingle all the way

Mm.
Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, Walt.

Merry Christmas.

I know you were just trying
to get him to see his boyfriend,

but he'd better
still bring back cheesecake.

♪ Have yourself

♪ a merry little Christmas

In "A Christmas Carol,"
scrooge has given up hope

for happiness, for love,
for good cheer.

But despite his lack of belief,
he's given a second chance...

A do-over to change
how he views the world.

♪ Will be out of sight

Most of us aren't visited by
different versions of ourselves

so we can see the mistakes
we've made.

But if we're lucky,

we can seize the chance
to make the changes

and make things better.

♪ A merry little Christmas

♪ make the yuletide gay

Hello?

Professor Chatwal?

As in the Biochemistry Dean
at Harvard Professor Chatwal?

You personally shepherded
my application through?

This is the best day
of my life!

♪ Happy golden days

Of course.

♪ Of yore

I can start pre-reading
before I start in the fall.

♪ Faithful friends

- I'm not gonna help...
- All right, three, come on.

- I'm gonna make you do it all by yourself.
- One... ugh!

- Two, three.
- That was on two.

Sometimes taking a chance
can give us a second chance.

And sometimes we don't need
a second chance...

Thank you very much, darling.

Oh, my God, you're like
Mrs. Claus at the disco.

We need a second family.

- Merry Christmas.
- Happy Christmas.

♪ Through the years

And sometimes you get a second
chance with your family.

♪ We all will be together

♪ if the fates allow

♪ hang a shining

But what second chances
always represent is hope...

The hope that this time
you'll get it right...

I'll get it!

No matter what the obstacle.

- Hello?
- - Merry Christmas, darling.

Oh, Larissa.

You sound about
as happy to hear from me

- as my first ex-husband.
- Sorry.

I was just, um,
expecting someone else.

Merry Christmas.

And you had
multiple ex-husbands?

And that's what annulments
were invented for, Kitten.

Buck up. I have a
glorious Christmas gift for you.

I am publishing your first
article in "Interview."

Really?

I don't joke about
these things, my love.

Your Bongo piece is terrific.

You and the hair
God make quite a team.

With his connections
and your writing talent,

you two are gonna
rule Manhattan.

Thank you.

Thank... thank you
so, so much, Larissa.

Merry Christmas,
Carrie Bradshaw...

published journalist.

Merry Christmas.

So what's the good news?

Larissa is going
to publish my article...

my first byline!

That's great! Oh!

- Congrats!
- Congrats.

Oh, yes!

That's awesome.
That is wonderful.

It's good to be a Bradshaw,
right?

==sync, correction by dcdah==
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