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Before there was sex...

before there was the city,
there was just me,

Carrie... Carrie Bradshaw
from Castlebury, Connecticut.

Hey! Martin is a good friend
of my ex Eric.

So you haven't heard? Eric is
dying of AIDS.

Oh, my God.

I knew this was gonna be hard,
coming out.

So what are you saying?
I can't do this.

I called my dad this morning.

We both agreed
that our relationship

probably works better
long-distance.

(Carrie)
Am I in the right place?

I just fixed up the place
a little bit,

put my own stamp on it.

- You joined the army?!
- You have to help me out of this.

I'm going to come up
with a plan.

I'm going to find your file
and rip it up myself.

Just what the hell do you think
you're doing?

Do you wanna take our names?
Just yours. And your number?

I think there's a market
out there

that hasn't been tapped into.

Like shoes, clothes,
all based on skate culture.

I'm really excited
about this, Carrie.

Well, then that sounds
uh, sick. (Chuckles)

The Carrie Diaries 02x11
Hungry Like A Wolf Originally Aired January 17, 2014

(Hip-hop music playing)

I love this park.

Where else do break dancers,
drug dealers, and dog walkers

find so much common ground?

Let's not forget
N.Y.U. students.

Mm, no. Let's forget.

It's actually diabolical
that colleges send out

their acceptance
or rejection letters

during spring break.

There's just...
not enough distractions.

You don't need a distraction.
You're getting into N.Y.U.

Or not.

Hmm, lucky for us,
it looks like

there's a distraction
right at our feet.

What do you think it is?
Art installation?

Skateboarders?

Maybe that kung fu stand-up
comedy guy?

(Laughs)

Whatever it is, I'm sure
it'll get my mind off

this dog-eat-dog world of college
admissions. (Camera shutter clicking)

Oh.

Is that a...

Hawk?

Is it eating a...

A pigeon? Yeah.

I'm not sure whether
to throw up or take a picture.

(Cameo's "Word Up!" playing)

(hawk screeches)

It was totally the last thing
you'd expect to see

in the middle of a chic,

sophisticated city
like New York.

An animal eating another animal.
And... and two birds, no less.

Hmm.

It's bird-eat-bird
out there.

(Chuckles) Well,
I don't know if you noticed,

Carrie, but that kind of thing

happens in they all the time.

It's kind of a savage place.

Dad, it's not like
it's the 1970s anymore.

They caught son of Sam.

Or did they?

I'm just saying.

I'm just saying you kinda
have to develop

a killer instinct
to survive in Manhattan.

I mean, here,
I'm a pretty nice guy.

But in the city, especially
before I go into a negotiation,

(inhales deeply) I have
to put on a different face.

I am a lean, mean
killing machine.

Seriously, dad?

No one would ever buy that.

What? That I'm a nice guy?

That you're a killing machine.

Well, I am.

(Chuckles)

(Mail slot creaks, mail thuds)

The mail's here.

(Paper rustles)

It's from N.Y.U.,
and it's big.

Big is good.

Or maybe it's a really long
rejection letter.

Everyone knows whatthick.

(Sighs) Aah! I got in!

Oh! That's great! Oh!

That's so good.

I guess now you're gonna
have to develop

that Manhattan killer instinct
after all.

Well, maybe it's that way
at the law firm,

but I'm going into
the writing program.

In the creative fields,

we're a lot more supportive
of each other.

I'm gonna tear Bennet's body
limb from limb.

Where the bloody hell is he?

This is the fifth day in a row
he's blown off work.

Maybe he's sick?

He left a message saying

that he was out late
interviewing someone.

Oh, bollocks! Bennet was
out late clubbing,

which I'd understand if he was
getting good material.

But he's not.

He has gone through a lot.
He and Walt broke up,

and he found out
his ex-boyfriend has AIDS.

I guess he's just blowing off
a little bit of steam.

Look, I feel for Bennet.
I really do.

I mean, I go to three funerals
a month these days.

Which is why I gave him
some time off to deal,

but it's been weeks.

And I'm starting to feel
taken advantage of.

So, if you see Bennet,

tell him I want his 500 words

on parachute pants
by end of day,

or he is out on his ass.

He will do it. I promise.

Bennet, it's Carrie, again.
Larissa is expecting

the parachute pants piece
on her desk by 6:00.

So, call me.

(Receiver clatters)

What you doin'?

Working.

Or trying to.

More like trying to get Bennet
to do his work.

Didn't show up again?

No, and I can't reach him.
I'm starting to worry.

Well, you might have to worry
about Bennet,

but you don't have to worry
about me anymore.

I got a new job.

That's great.
What are you doing?

Looking for this little guy.

How exactly is looking
for a parakeet a job?

It pays 500 bucks.
Tax-free.

You actually think
you're gonna find that bird?

I've got a good eye,
and I'm quick on my feet.

I used to catch the flamingos
that ran away

from my Uncle's farm
in Florida.

Your Uncle raised flamingos?

And made crank.

(Exhales)

Anyway, can I use
your copy machine or what?

Yeah, sure.

But how are you gonna
get the reward

if you just make more flyers?

Oh, no, I'm making new flyers
with my name and number on 'em

and lowering the reward to $50.

If someone else finds him,
they'll get... something.

It's win-win for everyone.

Except I win
an eensey bit more.

I seriously doubt
that tiny bird

is going to survive long
on the streets of New York.

I mean, I saw a hawk
eating a pigeon

in Washington Square Park.

And a pigeon is easily
ten times the size of your bird.

All the more reason
I could use a little help.

So what do you say?

(Singsongy)
That $50 could be yours.

Mm, I'm gonna have to pass.

I have my own bird
to save... Bennet.

And a much better chance of success.

Suit yourself, but it
doesn't sound like

your bird's gonna do his work
anytime soon.

Oh. (Chuckles)

Oh...

Maybe I can do it for him.

While I was
helping out a friend,

one of my other friends
was looking for advice.

So, I have to figure
this out ASAP,

since Pete is coming into town

for three days
of spring break...

Which one should I go with?
The white or the black?

'Cause white says,
"sexy, but innocent""

and black says, "hot...
Maybe a little dangerous""

ooh, or...
Should I go with the red?

(Man)
got to have ya, yeah

What do you think it says?
"Spicy mama"?

Um, it's hard to pick.

They all say such
different things.

I think they all say
the same thing...

Slutty and needy.

Why does it seem like
she is always around these days?

Maggie, Donna's an expert
on all things male,

and right now you could use
all the help you can get.

What do you mean, I can use
all the help I can get?

Because you have terrible
instincts when it comes to sex.

Look, she's harsh,
but she's telling the truth.

You do tend to confuse sex and love.
(Door opens, bells jingle)

We just wanna help you
with Pete.

He just seems so great and...
(Door closes)

And we don't want you
to screw it up with him, too.

I mean, I don't care
either way, really.

But I'm guessing military man
might have some hot friends.

And I will expect
one in return for the...

words of wisdom I dole out.

So what should I do?

Wear ugly underwear
like granny panties

and don't shave your legs.

What's that gonna do
other than gross him out?

It's not for him.
It's for you.

It'll force you
to keep your pants on.

So he won't see
your stubbly legs

or your control top.

Or your period underwear.

Mouse, let me handle this.

Right, right, of course.

You need to create a situation
where you won't just

hop into bed with him
the minute he gets here.

But I'm... attracted to him.
I wanna have sex with him.

Except it kind of feels like
after you have sex with a guy...

You totally blow it. So...
(Singsongy) No sex for you.

Well...

Most guys won't wait forever.

How long am I supposed
to do this?

Until he really likes you
for you,

instead of
because you're slutty.

Okay, that was too harsh.

Mm.

Sadly, she's probably right.

(Horn honking in distance)

Have you seen Bennet
this morning?

No, I guess he was working late
on the parachute pants piece.

- Did you get it?
- I did.

And I wanted to tell him
it's the best piece

he's written in months.

You liked it?
I mean, it is?

If you talk to him,
tell him I'm impressed.

I sure will.

Maybe even call him
and let him know.

You bet. I will do that.
I will call him.

It dawned on me
that someone else

was getting credit for my work.

And I realized
I didn't like it.

(Horn honking in distance)

Is it awful that
I'm a little bitter

that I did all the work
and Bennet got all the credit?

You have to look at it
like loaning money.

You shouldn't do it
if you need it back,

'cause then it'll just
make you mad

if they don't pay you.

Which, is pretty much always.

When you do something generous,

you can't want anything
in return.

I worry that maybe I'm not
as good a person as you are.

I mean, isn't that why
they call it a loan? Not a gift?

What if Larissa
hadn't liked it?

Would you be willing
to take the blame?

(Sighs) I don't know.

But the point is,
she did like it... a lot.

(Object thuds, faucet running)

Are you expecting company
or something?

Huh?

You keep straightening up
and fussing with everything.

What's going on?

My, uh, dad's coming to town.

He said he wants to come by,
see me, check out the loft.

Really?

How long's he in New York?

I don't know.

He was never much
on the details.

Do you know why he's here?

It's... it's nice he's coming by
to see the place.

I'm guessing for business,
but he didn't say.

Knowing him, he'll probably

forget to show up
like he always does.

Emily Dickinson said,

"hope is the thing
with feathers."

And Sebastian wasn't
the only one chasing it.

Samantha was, too.

Oh!
(Papers rustling)

Whoa, you okay?

Yeah, it's just my flyers.

(Papers rustling)

- There you go.
- Thanks.

Guess you lost your bird, huh?

Well, he's not my bird.

But I'm trying to help
find him.

His name's Gabriel.

I like that you're looking
for a friend's bird.

That... that's so...

Silly?

I was gonna say nurturing.

Oh.

I've got a pretty good view
of the neighborhood

from my place if you want
to try and spot him from there.

Oh... (Chuckles)
I couldn't.

I might have a bottle
of ros? in the fridge.

All right.

For Gabriel's sake.

Meanwhile,
my dad was working on

getting his own offer ready...
the business kind.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Door squeaks)

Oh, oh, no. I thought
I had a couple more minutes.

It's 11:00.

Oh. Uh, you must be from
Ritz, Siegel, and Cohen.

Penny. Hi.

- You must be Tim?
- Tom.

Tom... oh, I'm... I'm so sorry.
I'm just chaos today. (Thud)

(Chuckles)
Oh, no. No, no, no!

Um, c-can I help?

Uh, no, I'm good.

Uh, maybe if you tell me
what you're looking for,

I think...

Uh, my glasses!

I'm always losing them,
and I can't find them anywhere.

Um...

Huh?

(Gasps)

(Laughing) (Laughs)

Oh, sorry.

I'm sure this wasn't
what you were

expecting to be
dealing with this morning.

I'm new to this deal,
and I overslept so...

It's been kind of a total
disaster of a morning for me.

I hate when this happens.

Does it happen a lot?
Yeah, uh, why don't you just

take a minute and, uh,
uh, get yourself organized?

I won't start without you.

Thank you. (Chuckles)

Ooh!
Ow.

- Whoa.
- I'm so sorry.

- Uh, no, no.
- Here, let me. Let me. It's okay.

- Oh, no. Sorry!
- It's okay. It's okay.

(Papers rustling)

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

I-I-I-I'm still wearing
my contacts from last night.

Then why do you have
your glasses?

Why do I have my glasses?
I'm wearing my contacts.

No wonder I couldn't
see anything this morning.

Oh!

And now my eyes
are burning like crazy.

I'll be right back.

While my dad found
he didn't really need

his killer instincts
like he thought,

Maggie was working hard
to keep her instincts in check.

Hi. (Chuckles)

Wow.

You're dressed up
for a bus ride.

Yeah, I thought we could
go out for dinner tonight,

have a proper date.

Sure, I could eat.

If you wanna go home
and change first,

we could do that.

Why? I'm comfortable
like this.

And you look great.
It's just...

I made a reservation
at the Normandie Inn,

and I'm not sure
they allow jeans.

The Normandie Inn?
That place is so romantic.

Yeah, that's what I heard.
I asked around,

wanted tonight to be special.

So I thought we could
take a walk around the lake,

and then go grab dinner?

You know what?
I'm starving now.

But it's only 4:00.

The restaurant isn't even
open yet.

That place isn't even
that great.

The food's kind of fatty.
I have a way better idea.

You'll love it.

Wait. You wrote
my piece for me?

Yeah, I also took
your messages and scheduled

three appointments
for you for next week.

Uh, two restaurant openings
and a benefit for the met.

Wow, Carrie, thanks.
That was really cool of you.

I owe you big-time.

You're welcome.

I just... didn't want you
to get in trouble with Larissa.

She really liked
the piece, by the way.

Oh, that's terrific.

Look, if I can ever
return the favor, let me know.

Hey,
I'm... I'm really grateful.

Okay.

Bennet.

Great piece on parachute pants.

Timely and funny.

I'm... glad you liked it.
I worked really hard on it.

I should let you do
all your work from home

if that's the quality
you turn in. (Chuckles)

Sounds good to me.

(Whispers) Hey.

You and I need to talk.

Now.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Did you seriously
have to do that?

Do what?

Tell Larissa that
you worked really hard

- on the parachute pants piece.
- I don't understand.

You're the one who told her
I wrote it in the first place.

Yeah, but you didn't have
to brag about it.

I'm sorry. I thought
I should probably

act like I was proud of it,

because if Larissa knew
I hadn't written it...

(Imitates cutting sound)

Okay, yeah, but would it
have killed you to maybe

have given me at least
a little credit?

I don't know.
Told her I was helpful

- or did side research or something.
(Lowered voice) - Look, I really meant it

when I said I was grateful.

I didn't mean to make it
seem like I wasn't.

I'm just... (Sighs)

I'm not really picking up
on things lately.

I think my head's foggy

because I'm dealing
with so much.

No, it's fine.
I'm being ridiculous.

I'm... I'm sorry.
I totally get it.

Oh, I know you do,

and that's what makes you
such a great friend.

Just...

I can't be here.
It's too hard.

I just, I wanna go home
and curl up

and forget all my troubles.

Well, at least make sure

you take some of your work
with you.

I don't want you to get

in any more trouble
with Larissa.

Thanks, but I should
be good tonight.

My calendar's clear.

I'm just gonna go home
and crash.

Okay.

I still have some
serious reservations

about these projected earnings,

especially considering
your client's recent deal

with Bell Atlantic.

Uh... why?

There's nothing wrong
with that deal.

I've heard from reliable sources
that it may not go through,

which would change the stock
valuation considerably.

I don't know where you're
getting that information,

but only a few people
in the company

have seen
those internal numbers.

My job as Meridien's counsel
is to know these things.

(Papers rustle)

You worked me.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

That klutzy move
with the papers...

You used it to grab
my merger file.

That's why you know
all the problems with the deal.

(Exhales)

Must've gotten mixed up
with mine.

An honest mistake.

(Scoffs)

Look, Tom, you could get mad
about this, make a big stink,

but that would mean
that you would have to tell

your client that you let me see
their confidential file.

I bet you don't even
wear glasses.

Mmm.

Can't believe
you're eating those.

(Mouth full) Yeah. I told you,
they're delicious.

Here. Try some.

Maybe later. (Chuckles)

We're probably the only people
on a date in this place,

at 4:45 in the afternoon.

Yeah, well, I mean,
you know, it's not really

a date-type place.
But, buh...

I thought you'd wanna see
where I hang out.

Yeah, of course.
Sure.

But it would be nice
to have some alone time

with you, too, if you want.

(Door opens, door bells jingle)

Um, yeah, listen, Pete,
I-I really...

Maggie?!

I didn't know you were
going to be here.

Yeah, I'm just getting
some dinner with Pete.

You remember Pete, right?

Of course!

Great to see you again.

Hey, mind if I join you guys?
I'm not interrupting, am I?

No! Of course not.
We have plenty of room.

Scoot over... Pete.

Ooh!

Chili cheese fries!
Awesome!

Mmm.

Hey, Lyle.
Is that for Bennet?

Yeah, it's tickets

to the National Theater
Ballet Gala for tonight.

He's going to be interviewing
some Prima Ballerina

for the magazine.

Oh, he must've forgotten.

He wasn't feeling well
and went home to get some sleep.

Um, I just saw him at da Silvano
about 20 minutes ago

with a bottle of prosecco
and a boy on each arm.

Are you serious?

Yeah, that guy is screwing up
right and left,

and Larissa is gonna be pissed

if he doesn't get
to that gala tonight...

Or shows up drunk to it.

(Dialing)

Hi. I'm calling
from "Interview" Magazine.

Right. Uh, actually,

we're sending
a different writer instead.

Carrie Bradshaw.
Plus one.

(Classical music playing)

(Indistinct conversations)

Wow.

This place is splashy.

I know.
Bennet would love this.

I'm a terrible person.
What am I doing here?

Uh, your job.

No, I'm doing Bennet's job.
I totally stole his assignment.

Maybe, I'll just do
the interview

and let him write the piece.

You're not stealing this.
He dropped it.

You just picked it up.

And I'm picking up these.

All right, now tell me again
about the skinny bitch

you're supposed to interview.

Amelia Strong.

She's a 17-year-old
Prima Ballerina...

the youngest ballerina
to ever play the black swan

in "Swan Lake."

Feels like the world
is nothing but birds...

Swans, my little Gabriel.

Still haven't found him, huh?

No.

But I did find a man
while I was looking for him.

Oh, and did you get a reward
for finding him?

Yes, I did.

Several orgasms while
calling out his name.

Elliot.

And he's adorable.

He's getting his PhD at N.Y.U.
In something science-y.

You learned
that much about him?

I thought you liked mystery
when it came to your men?

Normally, I do.

But with Elliot,
my usual instincts

just go out the window.

And I wanna nest.

He says it's because
of his pheromones.

I'm not sure,
but whatever it is,

I'm drawn to him.
(Exhales)

Oh, my God.
There he is!

- Who?
- Elliot!

Maybe you are drawn to him.

Come on.
I'll introduce you to him.

Elliot!

I didn't know you were
a fan of the ballet.

(Kisses) Samantha.

And this is my friend Carrie.

Nice to meet you, Carrie.

Hey there.

Honey, are you going
to introduce us?

Uh, Samantha, Carrie,
this is my wife Sally.

I mean, seriously. Can you believe
what that woman did

to manipulate me?

I don't know, dad.

You were the one
who was lecturing us

about the killer instinct.

Sounds like you just got played

by someone
with a better one than you.

Yeah, but... she cheated!

I mean, she... she passed herself
off as helpless,

and then bam!

She stole my files
and used them against me.

It's a classic girl move,

like when Carrie fake cries
to get what she wants.

(Chuckles) Wait, what?

She doesn't do that.

(Scoffs) Oh, please.

Like when she wanted
to go into the city

on a Thursday,
and you said "No"?

Couple tears and expressing
of her feelings,

and you said "Yes"
just to get rid of her.

I'm a total sucker.

Pretty much.

Look, Carrie just uses
what she has

to get what she wants.
Same with this lawyer chick.

Oh, God, you're right.
Man. I'm screwed.

Well, lucky for you,
you have a daughter

who's just as good
at manipulating people

as this lady is.

(Scoffs) Wait, what are you...
what are you saying?

That you wanna... to...

no. No, no, no, no, no way.

Look, this lady is willing
to get her hands dirty.

If you want to beat her,

you have to fight
fire with fire.

By using my own daughter?

I'm not sure I'm ready
to stoop that low.

And that's why
it's perfect, dad.

You're uncomfortable with it
because you're a nice guy.

She'll never see it coming.

You scare me sometimes, Dorrit.

I mean it as a compliment.
Sort of.

(Bach's "Concerto for 2 Violins
in D Minor" playing)

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm totally fine.

So he's married.
So what?

I don't do relationships
anyway.

I know. It just...

Sounded like
you kinda liked him.

For sex.
It was a fling.

We had a nice conversation
about biology,

but that's all
it was really about for me...

Biology.

(Woman) Miss Bradshaw?

Amelia's ready to speak to you now.

Now? Okay, uh,
I'll be right with you.

I need to go do this.
Carrie, I'll be fine.

I'll go find myself a hunky...

What do you call
a male ballerina?

Ballerino?

(Chuckles) I'll go
find one of those,

and I'll see if he wants
to practice "The Nutcracker"

- mmm.
- Okay.

I gotta say, kid,
this is a nice place.

You're making
a real life for yourself.

I am.

And, uh, I-I've kinda been
trying to start this company

that makes clothing
for skateboarders.

So that's been keeping me busy.

Wow. You're an entrepreneur
like your old man.

I guess I am.

Careful. It can be tricky.
It's worth it,

but you gotta take risks
if you wanna make the big score.

That's actually why I'm here.

To talk about my investment?
How'd you even...

Nah, to talk about mine.

So last year, I put some money
in these high-yield bonds.

And... (Chuckles)

It didn't exactly pan out.

So I am light
on liquid capital.

But I gotta get back
in the game.

So...

I'm gonna have to borrow
your trust fund.

Wait. You came
all the way here

to ask me for my money?

Well, that money is mine.

See, I gave it to you,
so I can take it back.

Actually, legally,
it's my money,

which means I get to decide
what happens to it.

Look, it's just
gonna be temporary.

All right? Just to get
the blood-sucking bankers

off my back.

And what have
they ever created?

They're just living
off of guys like me,

and now they won't
give me what I need

to make it back.

Maybe they're worried
you'll lose it again.

What, you think
this is easy for me...

come here looking for help?

It's not.

You know, I've always
tried to be there for you.

I was off making the money,

they money that is in
that trust fund.

I guess I hoped that you'd
be there for me now.

Well... it's up to you now,
isn't it?

Excuse me, Amelia?

Let me guess.
You want to audition,

and you're looking for advice.

Well, I don't know
what to tell you,

except maybe lose 20 pounds

and sleep
with the choreographer.

Actually, I'm not a dancer.
I'm a journalist.

I'm from "Interview" Magazine.

They told me you were ready
to talk to me.

Wait, you're from "Interview"?

I'm sorry.
I didn't think you...

I mean, you're so young.

Well, I could say
the same thing about you.

I'm 17. In this business,
that's about a year away

from being pushed out.

And here I was, expecting
I would have to talk

to some old person.

Nope, just me.

Cool.

(Indistinct conversations)

Look, I want to apologize.

- No need.
- It's just...

It's not what it looks like.

Oh, it's not?

Because it looks like
you're married.

Yes, but it's an open marriage.

We both want to be
with other people.

Really?

That's not just a lie
so you don't look like a snake?

No. It's the truth.

And I'm sorry that I didn't
mention it before.

Honestly, it's still
sort of confusing,

trying to figure out
how to explain it to people.

I think it's intriguing.

Honey, we should probably
get going soon.

Hi, Sally...

I should apologize for
the way I ran off before.

I'm Samantha.

I'm having sex
with your husband.

(Crying)

My wife doesn't usually
meet the people

I'm sleeping with.

Oh, dear. (Exhales)

Sorry about that.

(Sighs) It's fine.

We're both still a little
shaky on the rules.

Got it.

Look, I should probably
go talk to her.

But I meant what I said before.

I'd like to see you again.

So...

Let me know.

Sure.

Definitely.

Sure, they're throwing me
a party now,

but the ballet world is brutal.

The girl I'm replacing
was out by 24,

with busted knees
and a torn groin muscle...

Oh, and anorexia.
So at least she was skinny.

That's awful.

You don't get many shots
at this.

So when it comes,
you have to claw for it...

Even if it destroys you.

Or you have
to destroy someone else.

If she hadn't busted her knee,
I wouldn't be here.

You don't feel bad
about taking her place?

By the time she left,
I think she was done.

I mean, she didn't say that,

but she started partying,
not caring as much.

She was ready to go.

I have a friend who seems
like he's doing the same thing.

Then maybe it's time
for him to go.

Look, I know it's harsh,

but that's this world
and this city.

It's kill or be killed.

And I don't just want
to survive.

I wanna thrive.

That's very Darwinian.

That's right.

It's the most natural thing
in the world.

So you can't feel bad about it.

Amelia was right.

To make it in this city,
you have to let

your animal instincts
take over.

And in that moment,

I knew I was going
to write this piece

and thrive.

So you don't mind if I ask you
a couple more questions?

Of course.

And there's nothing you want me
to take off the record?

Nah. This world
is so screwed up.

Let people see it.

(Chuckles) Wow.

You got her to reveal so much.

Turns out we had a lot
in common.

Well, I'm terribly glad
this ended up on your desk.

I don't think anyone else
could have written this but you.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

And I also noticed a certain
linguistic similarity

with Bennet's recent work.

Well...

- That's...
- Carrie, I'm not an idiot.

I know you wrote the parachute
pants piece for him.

I just... I really wanted
to help Bennet out.

Stop worrying about Bennet.
Think about yourself.

Because this piece
is going in the magazine

under your name.

(Door bells jingle) Mouse!

Have you seen Pete?

Uh, no.

I thoughouyou guys
were hanging out today.

Well, we were supposed to.
And then this morning,

he called while I was out

and told me my mom
that he's leaving tonight.

And now I can't
find him anywhere.

Okay, don't panic. I'm sure
he'll show up sooner or later.

Why'd I let you convince me

to scare him off
with my onion breath

and my hairy legs?

We were just trying to help,

so you wouldn't make
the same mistakes

you kept making in the past.

Great, well, now you helped me
right out of a boyfriend.

It's not too late, you know,

to make your own mistakes.

How would I do that?

Well, he took the bus
here, right?

So go down to the bus station
and wait for him there.

And tell him what?

Whatever your instincts
tell you to say.

(Bell jingles)

(Rapping on door)
(Crowd cheering on TV)

(Turns off TV) Oh, God.
That's probably my dad.

(Remote control clatters)

(Sighs)

(Door opens)

Hey, Bennet.

- What's going on?
- I just got fired.

Oh, my gosh, are you serious?

Oh, don't act so shocked,
Carrie.

All the times I've watched
"All About Eve,"

and I didn't even realize
you were "All About Eve-ing" me.

What are you talking about?

Me? I didn't want
to get you fired.

I mean, I've been working
my butt off to save your job.

Yeah? Well, nice work...
Taking my assignment and all.

Bennet, you vanished.
I couldn't reach you.

And apparently,
you were out partying.

So what was I supposed to do?

Not stab me in the back.

Thanks for being
such a good friend.

(Door closes)

I didn't mean to get him fired.

Oh.

- Who are you?
- I'm Dorrit...

Bradshaw. I'm just waiting
to meet my dad.

Oh, I didn't realize
Tom had kids.

Yep, me and my sister.

Don't worry.
I won't be long.

I just need some money.

Got it. (Sighs)

Don't tell him,

but he's super easy
to manipulate.

A couple tears,
and he'll give me

pretty much whatever I ask for.

There's nothing men
are more afraid of

than a crying woman.

Or a woman who seems
disorganized and overwhelmed.

I feel sorta bad for him,
actually.

It's so easy to get
what you want from him.

Don't feel bad.
(Folder thuds)

Women have it tough
out there, trust me.

(Folders rustling)

Most men underestimate you.

But it sounds like
you are working that

to your advantage already.

Does "P & L" stand for
profit and loss statements?

Uh... yeah.

Good. Then I have
the right one.

What are you doing?

Giving this file to my dad.

It's funny.
You know what I've noticed?

Some women underestimate
other women, too...

Just because they're young.

- Bye, daddy.
- Bye, sweetie. See you at home.

(Sighs)

(Books thud)

Feelin' like a sucker?

Yeah, I know the feeling.

Well, that was a cheap trick...

using your daughter like that.

Oh, there's a lot
of cheap tricks

being played in this room.

Now, the way I see it,
I can either go through these

and find all
of your clients' weak spots,

or... we can call it a draw
and start over.

Negotiate the rest
of the deal...

Mano a mano...
like real lawyers.

No cheating.

Fine. You're on.

May the best lawyer win.

I still can't believe
he got fired.

I mean, the whole time
I was covering for him,

I never thought Larissa
would actually... do it.

What is it you're not saying?

(Sighs) Why can't
you just admit it?

Admit what?

You knew Bennet
was on shaky ground.

What'd you think
was gonna happen

when you took his story?

That she'd yell at him
or something?

And I'm sorry, but Bennet
was never actually

going to that party,

which means he would
have been fired anyway.

I just seized an opportunity.

Anyone would have.

No. A lot of people
wouldn't.

I wouldn't.

Come on, Carrie.
Admit it.

You went for the jugular.

You wanted something so bad,
you didn't care

someone else might
get hurt in the process.

It's not that simple.

I didn't mean for Bennet
to get hurt.

But he did.

I don't expect you
to understand.

You never had to claw your way
to get something.

But if I'm going
to be a writer,

I'm gonna have
to work my butt off

- and fight for it.
- Oh, come on.

It's not like you're some
poor, struggling artist.

You're an intern at a magazine

who lives with her father
and doesn't have to worry

about money or a roof
over her head.

First off, I'm on my own
after college,

which is why I work so hard,

and why I take opportunities
when they come my way.

Not all of us get to live
off a trust fund

for the rest of our lives.

I'm not gonna be able
to do that either.

Of course you are.

No. My dad told me earlier.

He lost everything.

So I'm giving him
my trust fund.

Why didn't you tell me
this was going on?

Because I was embarrassed.

You're right. I've never had
to worry about money.

I feel stupid
even complaining about it.

I mean, other people
have real problems.

Sebastian, this is real.

And you shouldn't feel bad
talking about it.

Are you sure you want
to give your trust fund to him?

I don't think
I can abandon him.

I guess I just don't have
that killer instinct.

Aren't you worried
he's gonna lose the money?

Yes.

But you're still
gonna give it to him?

Well, I already invested
$25,000 in the company.

Too late to get that back.
But...

Yeah, I'll give the rest
to him.

I mean, it's his money anyway.

He made it.

What will you do?

Will you have to move out?

I don't know.

I mean, this place
is rent-controlled.

If I sell my Porsche,

that'll buy me at least
six months.

Maybe by then, my investment
will start to pay off.

I guess it's pretty scary, huh?

I'm so sorry, Sebastian.

(Indistinct conversations)

Pete?

Pete!

- Hi.
- Maggie.

You seriously didn't
have to come see me off.

- No, I did.
- No, you didn't.

I've got pretty good instincts

when it comes to breakups.

They teach us situational
awareness in boot camp.

You were sending
some very clear signals.

No! No, I wasn't
sending clear signals.

That's the thing.

Uh, you barely
dressed up to see me,

wouldn't even kiss me,
and that diner...

- Kind of the opposite of romantic.
- I know.

I know. I...

I've been trying really hard

to keep you at bay
so I wouldn't screw this up

like I have
my other relationships.

What are you talking about?

It's just...

I've made a lot
of mistakes in the past.

And I don't want
to repeat them.

So I'm just gonna be
honest with you

and hope that you don't
want to break up with me

after I say all this.

The fact is,
I sleep with people

way too soon...

Or people who are just
wrong for me

and think it's love.

Because I totally confuse
sex with love,

and then I get my heart broken

or make huge mistakes.

And I really like you.

And I just couldn't handle it
going down like that again.

You really like me?

I'm crazy about you.

Well, I like hearing that...

because I love you.

What?

But we never even...

You know. But we've talked
on the phone every night

for, like, a month,
and I love talking to you.

I love hearing
what you have to say

about everything.

And I don't want
to rush the other stuff

if it means
you're gonna freak out.

Because I want this
to be something.

So I'm fine with waiting, okay?

Just, no more
chili cheese fries.

- They smell disgusting.
(Chuckles) - Deal.

(Chuckles)

They say that the hallmark
of a good negotiation

is when neither side
is particularly happy.

Well, then this was
a very good negotiation.

My people will hate this deal.

Yep. Mine, too.

You didn't need to pull
that whole "helpless" act

on me, you know?

Sure, you say that now.

Seriously. I mean,
you're a killer negotiator.

You don't need tricks.
You've got skills.

Hmm. You're not
too bad yourself.

Oh, a word of advice, though...

- I'd keep an eye on that daughter of yours.
- Are you kidding?

I've completely given up
on that one.

(Chuckles)

You know, I'm almost sad
this negotiation is over.

Why?

I was just starting
to enjoy your company.

Same here.

What do you say
you and I bill our clients

for another two hours?

Let's make it three.

(Briefcase thuds,
folders clatter)

(Clicking)

Oh, hi.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

Uh, I followed the flyers.

Well... you found me.

So unless you're gonna
help look for Gabriel,

I'm kind of busy.

Well, you know...
You know, I was serious

the other night.
I mean...

I'd love to see you again.

If you're interested.

I am interested.

But that's the problem.
(Sighs)

I don't understand.

How... how is that
a problem?

Look, first off...

It feels a little like
you and your wife

haven't totally worked out
the open marriage thing.

So that's a little more
complicated than I'd like.

And second...
if I have to be honest,

I like you.

Which means...

I don't want to share you
with anyone.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Elliot.

This is really weird for me.

I'm used to having sex
with whoever I want

whenever I want,

not settling down with one guy.

But sometimes
your instincts change,

and you just have
to go with it.

(Bird chirping)

Oh, my God. Gabriel?!

(Duran Duran's
"Hungry Like The Wolf" playing)

(Exhales)

New York has a way
of changing you...

Sometimes in ways
you don't expect.

it's just a loan, you know?

- I'll pay you back.
- Sure, dad.

But it doesn't just harden you

or bring out the animal in you.

It can also bring out
the humanity.

(Chuckles) Oh, Gabriel.

Wait here.

Let me get my wallet.

No. That's okay.

Oh.

And as our instincts change,

so do our actions.

And sometimes the city
simply brings out

what's already inside of you...

A killer instinct...

which may be scary,

or may just be about survival.

But sometimes it's hard
to tell the difference.

It's a bigger desk.
No one's using it,

and you would have
your own computer.

Why don't you take it?

I don't know.
It was Bennet's.

- I'd feel weird.
- Carrie...

It's not your fault,
what happened to him.

It's Bennet's.

You did a good job.
You should own that.

P.S.... someday you should
ask Bennet

how he got the job.

(Chuckles) Trust me,
you'd feel even less guilty.

(receiver clatters)

Hi...

It's Carrie Bradshaw

from "Interview" Magazine
calling.

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