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Armed. Away.

Guys, thanks.

I couldn't do another one of these lady bars alone

with no one coming up to talk to me.

It was like law school, minus the penises.

So, not law school.

Well, did you try talking to anyone?

Mostly I stood, smiled,

and ran up a $37 mocktail tab.

Alright, show me your bar smile.

- Adorable! - Yeah, I'd go home with you.

I know, right? What's wrong with these ladies?

Oh...

Miranda, there's a woman over there smiling at you.

Are you sure it's me?

The last woman who came over was interested in you.

Oh, she was nice.

Oh, you were a cute couple.

Okay, now she knows we're talking about her.

- Talk about something else. - Oh, um...

well, Carrie, have you heard anything from Aidan?

Oh, yeah. I got a postcard today.

A postcard? Um, w-well, what did he write?

Nothing. I've been sending him

vintage postcards of old New York.

To remind him you're getting old in New York?

With just a heart drawn on them.

You know, just to let him know I'm here, I love him.

And so, now, he's sending me back

- blank postcards from Virginia. - Aww.

Blank postcards gets an "aww"?

Well, not an over-the-top "aww,"

but it is sweet, and it's better than nothing.

Listen, Aidan asked for no communication

while he deals with his family stuff,

- I'm givin' it to him. - As long as it's working for you.

I'm a big girl in a big city

with a big house to furnish.

I've got plenty to do up here

while he figures stuff out down there.

I mean, I have to wait six months for the fabric

that I ordered for the chaise. It's on backorder.

And I love Aidan almost as much

as I love that fabric.

So, you know, it's like my relationship's on backorder.

For five years?

Come on, five years?

Oh, well, we've moved from a potential smile

to a definite wave, and it's... it's, uh,

it's definitely at you.

- She's young. - She's waving.

- And we're leaving. - Oh.

- Give her your smile. - Okay.

Miranda, hi!

Cassandra.

Cassandra Walsh, Brady's old babysitter.

Oh, I know.

I just walked over here to say,

"Hey there, Cassandra Walsh."

- How's Brady? - Good. He's good.

And how's my favorite brownstone

- in the entire effing world? - We just sold it.

Actually, got an offer out of nowhere.

We're divorced now.

Brady's living in a loft with his dad.

I'm in an Airbnb in the Village.

Elephant in the room: I'm a lesbian now.

- Welcome. - Thank you.

Okay, my girlfriend's walking in.

Oh!

Good for you.

Go, go. I'm gonna get myself another cocktail.

Actually, a mocktail. I'm... I'm in the program.

- Good for me. - It's nice to see you.

Nice to see you too.

Could I have another Phony Negroni?

- Got it. - Thank you.

Seema Patel!

Hey, you. Oh.

Artold, it's you again.

Well, let me guess, Ravi sends his apologies?

We're filming straight through lunch.

He needs another hour.

I could've flown to the goddamn movie set,

in Egypt, in the time I've been waiting.

Understood. I, um, I can reschedule.

No, no.

We haven't spoken in a week.

I'm just being bitchy.

Understood. Um, bitch away.

Thank you for that.

- I'm good. - He'll call back in a...

Who still smokes in bed?

Only the mattress went up.

You're very lucky.

Lucky? Look at my hair!

Closing up. Night, Brenda.

See you soon.

I'm coming home.

There's nothing but randos at the bar now.

Oh, okay.

For what it's worth, I would not put you in the rando category.

- Nor I, you. - Very nice grammar.

- Are you a teacher? - Uh, no, I'm a lawyer.

But don't hold that against me. I work for Human Rights Watch.

No way! I'm in town all week

for the world conference for Compassion of the Unhoused.

Oh, yes! A colleague of mine is covering that.

Wow.

- I'm Miranda. - Hi, I'm Mary.

- Oh, hi, Mary. - Hi.

- Where are you visiting from? - Winnipeg.

- Oh. - Well, that's a lie, really.

It's a small town outside of Winnipeg, Dunnottar,

but I... I just wanted to impress you.

You are so pretty.

For a rando.

No, for a person.

I have a hotel room.

Okay.

- Really? - Great.

Okay.

What's happenin'?

- Uh... - What time is it?

Oh, it's early.

Just don't wake up.

It's only 4:15.

I couldn't sleep, so I'm just gonna go

work on my presentation for PBS.

- Just go back to sleep. - Lisa, I was back asleep.

You... you just woke me up again.

- I'm so sorry. Just go back to sleep. - Lis, I'm trying.

Okay, sorry.

Oh, my God. Coffee, coffee.

Okay, so, the ten women that I'm highlighting include...

Hm.

- You are amazing. - Oh!

I have never experienced anything like that.

Oh.

This is a nice way to wake up.

Oh, you are really, really something.

- I am? - Oh, my God, yes.

It felt so, I don't know,

electric, and yet, still so natural.

I never dreamed my first time could be both those things.

- First time? - Mm-hm.

So, then, this was your first time with a woman?

This is my first time with anyone.

I'm a virgin. Well, I was a virgin.

You were a v-virgin?

Yes, I'm a nun.

You're a nun.

Monster!

That beast was off leash on the path

and attacked my dog, Peanut.

The vet said his second sacral vertebrae is shattered!

I'm sorry. You're mistaken.

My dog is never off leash

unless he's down there in the dog run.

It was not in the dog run!

It was off leash! I was there, you weren't!

Let's just calm down.

Who are you? And why should I calm down?

Her grotesquely fat dog pounced...

Okay, let's stop with the body shaming and start again.

You are paying for Peanut's MRI.

I'm very sorry about his sore back,

but my dog is a pussycat,

a sweetheart, a sweet baby angel.

I know what I saw!

- Do you have witnesses? - I was alone.

Not surprising.

The woman was unhinged.

I mean, she was practically foaming at the mouth.

People are crazy now. They're crazy.

I saw two vegans get into fisticuffs

on the smoothie line at Whole Foods.

I mean, how dare she?

You can't just accuse

an innocent dog of assault.

- I'm sorry. That never happened. - Mom, believe women.

Please don't give me that now.

I need to see her proof.

Where is her proof?

Could the dog walker have gone rogue and let him off leash?

I mean, all we really know about the guy

is that he wears cargo shorts and is wildly overpaid.

Hi. Maybe don't order so much fast fashion?

It's killing the environment.

Hi. Maybe don't leave your smelly socks

on the bedroom floor?

- It's killing my environment. - And good morning to you too.

Mom, don't forget, Aunt Carrie, Uncle Anthony,

and Giuseppe are all going to the ballet's "friends and family"

dress rehearsal Thursday afternoon.

Remind me why I am leaving the gallery two hours early?

Because it's a privilege to be invited.

And she's all I.L.Y. for this boy

in the ballet classes she plays for.

- He's 20. - What's "I.L.Y."?

- "I love you." - And I love you too.

- You see what I did there? - Okay, everybody, come on, out!

It's time to go. And I'll miss you all day, baby.

I'll pretend she was talkin' to me.

I almost died waiting for a FaceTime.

But you know what? I like the new length.

Thanks. I lost three inches and almost my life.

Why didn't you just wait 'til a better time to talk to him?

Well, because I'm not you. I don't have your calm reserve

- that everything will work out. - Okay.

I'm more a kind of "nothing will work out" kinda gal.

Hey, congratulations!

- Thank you! - Look at them.

So cool, so confident.

So not dating in their 50s.

So, while my hair was still smoldering,

I called him and kind of demanded

that he fly to New York and see me.

How does one kind of demand?

I need proof that he loves me.

What must it be like to not need that?

You. I'm asking you. What's it like?

Seema, Aidan and I have been in each other's lives

for a very, very long time.

I mean, we know how we feel about one another now,

but trust me... there was a time...

Oh, I wish I knew you then.

- Because this girl... - So sure, so confident.

So not dating in her 50s.

So, the final choice for my docuseries

celebrating ten unknown, unsung Black sheroes

is the pilot Bessie Coleman,

essentially the African American Amelia Earhart.

- Oh. - Yeah.

- Wow. - Yeah.

- Lisa, these are all amazing choices. - Agreed.

And... and when we got the list, Eesha and I,

- we just... we just had one thought. - Mm!

Before we take it to PBS...

Oh. So sorry, Sheryl.

It's my husband. Uh, must be urgent.

- Is everything okay? - Am I cool?

Excuse me?

My campaign manager, he, he said I need

to up my "cool factor" in my bid for comptroller.

Herbert, you are running for city comptroller.

There is nothing cool about that.

There's also nothing cool about you calling me

when you know I'm in my important pitch.

Still? I'm sorry. I... I thought that'd be over by now.

They were 45 minutes late.

That's not cool.

But I'm cool, right?

You are the coolest man ever running for comptroller.

Hm.

- Screen that again. - Sorry, it was urgent,

but not too urgent. Everything's fine.

Sheryl, so you were saying that

you and Eesha had a thought?

- Um... - Oh, yes.

We were thinking maybe you could switch out

one of your ten choices for Michelle Obama.

Wow, uh, I... I worship her. Who doesn't?

She's extraordinary.

But this series is about unsung women,

and Michelle Obama is sung, like, very, very sung.

It's hard to conceive a docuseries based on

the first Black women to excel in a field

and not include the first Black First Lady.

- It answers the question, "Where is she?" - Mm.

I don't know where she is. I... I don't know her.

Grace? Thoughts?

Yeah, I... I don't know where she is either.

Lisa, you'll figure it out.

- This is gonna be so fun! - Woo! Fun and done!

- Do you wanna get some lunch? - I'm fasting.

What?! Michelle Obama?!

Okay, Shoe.

This is velvet. Don't even look at it.

Kitchen door open.

Ohh, shit.

- Kitchen door open. - Shit.

Shit, shit, shit.

- Kitchen door open. - Oh. Hi.

Hi, my alarm is going off.

- Kitchen door open. - Uh, 8 Gramercy Park West.

- Checking. - Kitchen door open.

Oh, my identifying code is "Carrie and Aidan."

- The kitchen door, yes. - Kitchen door.

Hold on.

- Um... nope. Nope. It's closed. - Kitchen door open.

And this is the third time it's happened.

Kitchen door open.

Um, okay. Yeah, I'll reset it.

Now, just, can you not send the police again?

Thank you.

- Uh, thank you. - Kitchen door open.

It's not!

- Ooh. - Kitchen door open.

Ow.

Kitchen door open.

Kitchen door open.

Kitchen door open.

Miranda...

- Kitchen door open. - ...I've fallen and I can't get up.

It's really just my pinky finger.

- I'm glad. - But I'm not sorry you came.

I am sorry that I actually said

the phrase that's been haunting me for decades.

So, what's the deal with that door?

Oh, they said that my sensors must be off.

They're sending someone to fix it.

Well, my sensors are off too.

After you left the bar, I had sex with a nun.

I cannot leave you alone for a minute.

In my defense, Mary never mentioned she was a nun

and she was dressed like a regular lesbian.

- Aren't they all? - In fact,

she didn't mention it until right after

she told me she was a virgin.

So, you deflowered the Virgin Mary?

Oh!

This is a text from her, the nun.

You gave her your number?

She asked for it. I couldn't say,

"No. Sorry, Sister Mary One Night Stand."

- Can I ghost a nun? - It would be a holy ghost.

She's inviting me to dinner at Tavern on the Green.

- Tavern on the Green? - She doesn't know.

It's her first trip to New York City.

I'm just gonna say, "Thank you,

but I have to work late," which I do, so.

- Mm. - I should get back there.

Wow.

I don't know which is worse.

That you slept with a nun or a tourist.

Like she's sitting up in Martha's Vineyard

saying, "Barack, you know what's missing from my life?

"Unknown Black filmmaker who wants me

to be in her series about unknown Black ladies."

- You want some wine? - I want all the wine.

Dad, why do you have two buttons open?

Let me guess. Because you're cool?

Damn right because I'm cool.

Because Daddy's cool.

And Mommy is throwing him

a very cool cocktail reception

at the Red Rooster on Saturday night.

It was either that or open you a TikTok account.

Please, no.

Your campaign manager left me no choice.

Sent me so many texts, I just broke.

His name is Chauncey.

"Chauncey." The epitome of cool.

- Mommy, how's this dumpling? - Perfect.

But... why do you have Eugenia out here?

- I'm doing a report on her for school. - That's wonderful,

but we're cooking, and she's a collector's item,

so why don't you take her over there by the bench

and get her away from the meat?

She already smells like pork.

Does anyone in your firm have a connection to the Obamas?

I can check.

But, Lisa, that's not your vision.

Now, correct me, but isn't that what they bought?

Your vision? Stick up for yourself.

Supporting your wife to stick up for her vision?

- Very cool. - Hm.

Hey, there he is!

Go take a shower and come back down for dinner.

Hey, Mom, I'm gonna just go ahead and, uh, order a pizza

and eat in my room. That cool?

Uh, that's a no.

Go shower. Be back down in ten.

- Go. - I hate Chinese food.

And I hate that attitude.

- Gross. - No. Cool.

ô Diamonds, daisies, snowflakes ô

- ô That girl ô - What is this song?

It's from an American television show.

A very old American television show.

He doesn't need to know that.

Carrie, may I say you look particularly pretty this afternoon?

Well, you can if you say it in Italian.

Carrie, posso dirti che sei

particolarmente bella questo pomeriggio?

I'm takin' him.

You're already taken. In fact, I'm surprised

you're even at this stupid ballet thing.

Why aren't you holed up in your gorgeous house

splittin' some rails with Paul Bunyan?

- He's outta town. - Oh, for how long?

I don't know. Hey, here we are, little ones!

- Hi. - Hi!

My mom's not coming.

- Oh, why? - Our dog walker quit

'cause he said he no longer felt trusted,

so she has to find a doggy daycare.

Yeah, her favorite child's needs are more important.

- True. - Let's go in.

No hugs for your guncle?!

No!

I always loved this part.

So... what do ya mean you don't know?

- Excuse me? - How long Aidan's outta town for.

How can you not know?

Well, I... I don't know because he doesn't know.

You know, he has... he has family stuff. It's complicated.

So, he's doing his thing, I'm doing my thing.

- We'll figure it all out. - Figure what all out?

Uh, so, uh, Carrie, um,

how's the writing going?

Are you working on your next book?

Oh. Actually, no, I'm not.

I've just... been consumed with the new house.

In fact, I haven't even opened up my laptop in weeks.

Well, I have to write every day.

- Hm. - And most nights.

True.

Which one is Lily into?

That one.

You mean Mr. Nude Illusion?

It's ballet, not Grindr.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm having a bit of a crisis.

- Oh, no. - I just found out

that my dog walker has trust issues.

- Oh, no. - So, I need to find

somewhere to leave my baby

while I go to work tomorrow,

- and until I can find another dog walker. - Mm.

Oh, no.

What does that mean?

- You don't wanna hear my side? - Oh, no.

Woo!

- Did he just smile at me? - Sweetie, I think he did.

- I... I'm going backstage to say hi. - Okay, okay.

Okay, so, I couldn't stop thinkin' about this the whole thing.

How are you gonna be in a relationship

if you don't even know when he's comin' back?

And if he has family problems, that's his problem.

That has nothing to do with you.

And what are you supposed to do?

Sit in that big castle all alone and wait?

Who are you, friggin' Rapunzel?

You know what I like about ballet?

No words.

Okay, so basically no one's here

and there's still a line for the bathroom.

- Hey, we gettin' a cheeseburger? - Yeah.

Alright.

Uh, did she seem a little mad underneath?

It wasn't so much underneath.

What? I just gave her my opinion. That's who I am.

Maybe, don't be so you,

all the time.

Think first, huh?

Hm.

Hey. Hi.

I miss you so much.

Hm.

I thought we weren't supposed to call.

Well, that rule went out the window after this third beer.

Where are you?

In my truck in a field,

out behind the house.

Why are you out there?

Well, I don't allow beers in the house now.

Why?

You mean Why-att?

We're making jokes about it now?

Laugh or cry, right?

How's he doin'?

Oh... okay. Today...

I... I don't wanna waste this buzz on him.

I wanna talk about you.

I ache for you.

Can men ache?

Well, this man can and does, no shit.

I ache.

If I was there right now...

I'd be touching you the way you like.

You remember how you like me to touch you?

I do.

Touch yourself.

Go ahead.

Touch yourself. Be me... for me.

Are you touching yourself?

I am.

Oh, you know how much I love you, Carrie?

I love you.

I love you.

I'm right there... with you.

Ah!

Wait, what, what happened?

Oh, my God. I scared myself.

I hit the horn with my knee.

I think I might've shit my pants a little.

No, no, no. Hey, hey, hey. Don't break it.

Don't break the mood.

It's so fuckin' hot.

Come on. We can get back there.

Can we?

Oh, yeah. Come on.

I need... I need this so fucking much.

Oh, yeah. Are you still inside yourself?

Yeah.

Oh.

- Yeah, I am. - I'm right there with you.

Fuck yeah! Do it.

Here it comes.

Here it comes.

- Here it fucking comes. - Oh, my gosh. Me too.

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my goodness.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Hi, it's me. Leave a message.

Carrie, I'm leaving you a voicemail

because I think you need to hear these words.

I just got another text from Sister Mary Tourist,

and she's inviting me to meet in Central Park

to ride the carousel.

Okay, bye.

- There we go. - That feel good to you?

- Hey, you're stuck on the, uh... - That's much better.

Ravi? You're two hours early.

The bed's not ready, and these guys are still here.

- And... - I only see you.

This is like a movie or some shit.

These are incredible.

Nothing compared to you.

Darling, is your hair shorter?

Good morning, darling.

You're up and dressed already?

- Egypt time. - Thank you.

So, I thought, let's make good use of it.

I reserved a table at Jean-Georges for lunch.

Love it.

I have one movie thing to get out of the way,

then it's all us.

So, how much time do I have?

The sooner we go, the sooner it's just you and me.

Wow. Wow.

Did I mention "wow"?

- Shall we? - Shall we what?

Get in. I just have to scout one little movie location.

I'm sorry. Am I still asleep?

Maybe I could call my driver

and you and I could follow behind?

Oh, no, darling. The captain has to stay with his crew.

Alright. "Dramatic post-apocalyptic pier near water,"

three locations.

What's that fragrance?

You know how I feel about perfume in a van.

I haven't worn any in five years.

It's me.

Roll down your window.

Look at Mr. Burton's Instagram!

Fifteen "warning" emojis! This is a witch hunt!

It totally is.

Look, I know this is not ideal,

but would you ever consider

just paying her damn MRI bill

- and make it go away? - No, I would not!

No, you would not. Got it.

Then, she and her delusional reality win.

I know my sweet baby angel.

And even if he was off leash,

he is not violent.

There is not a destructive...

He's got Eugenia!

- Who's Eugenia? - She is a free girl of color

from pre-Civil War New Orleans. Drop her!

- Mr. Burton, no! - Drop her! Drop her!

- Drop her! Drop her! Oh! - No!

- Okay. She's fine. - I'm so sorry, Lisa.

He's never done anything like this before.

Well, Eugenia does smell like pork.

I feel like the mother from The Bad Seed.

Nope.

This location does not say "annihilation."

This does not say "their world is coming to an end."

- Ravi? - Yes, love.

Our reservation is at one o'clock.

Can't their world come to an end

closer to 65th and Madison?

Uh, traffic on the bridge,

it says 2:10 for arrival on the Upper East.

Ah, damn. Sorry, Seema.

I will move our reservation to dinner.

No worries for lunch, though.

We got, uh, sandwiches in the cooler.

Look, my characters are superheroes.

They're not girls from Lululemon.

This location is more vanilla than the last one.

Storyboard.

Sir, uh, they're predicting rain.

What?

Mm.

So, ya finally came up for air?

Yes! I mean, too much air.

I'm standing on a broken-down pier, God knows where.

My guess is hell.

Ravi had to scout locations and wanted me to come.

Oh, so it's, uh, "take your lover to work" day?

We were supposed to go to Jean-Georges.

I've been kidnapped, and I still have another pier to go.

Well, isn't it kinda sweet

that he wanted to share his work with you?

I had Sprite and chips in a van.

Alright, hang up. I'm sending a chopper.

It was the vertebrae, right?

Ooh, the little baby. Yeah, but she feels so good. Yeah.

Hello. I have come to say that even though

what you are putting out into the world is 100% conjecture,

and I am still not convinced that it actually happened,

because of Peanut's lower back pain,

I have come to exchange information to pay his MRI bill.

It happened. I know what I saw.

Let me find my glasses.

Ugh, I can never find them.

And I'm blind without them.

Oh, yeah. Like it never happened.

- Whoa, whoa! - Ah! There!

- Ah! - Get outta here! Oh! Get outta here, go!

He's off leash again.

Get your dog off my Peanut!

That is not my dog!

- My dog is here on his leash... - Down, boy, down!

...per usual.

And because you can't see the difference

between two totally different dogs,

I have lost a trusted dog walker,

and my sweet baby angel is canceled.

Whoever owns this dog,

get this monster away from me and my Peanut!

And I expect all of those inflammatory

Instagram posts to be taken down ASAP.

Come on, Mr. Burton. I am sorry

for doubting you for even a second.

My purse better not be broken!

Yes, yes. Finally. This is it.

Their world is over. Seema, look at that sunset.

Perfect drama for the end, yes?

My two titans realize that they cannot go on,

that the world they have created,

it ends right here on this epic spot, yes?

Yes, I guess art imitates life.

We missed lunch. And now dinner.

Damn. I lost track of time.

You also lost track of me.

Or, maybe, I lost track of me.

- What are you saying? - I'm saying this pier

is the end of your movie, and also the end of ours.

Thank you for coming all this way.

I know it was a lot to ask.

Darling, this was just a bad day.

I am totally focused on you.

You didn't even remember why my hair was shorter.

I almost died waiting for a FaceTime.

You're upset. We could talk more later.

Let's get back in the van.

Oh, honey, no. I called my driver.

I don't do vans or Cool Ranch potato chips.

But I did try.

Artold can pick up your things.

This is it? We're over?

Seema?

I will always love you.

Great last line. Roll credits.

Well, at least it didn't rain.

I hope Chauncey thinks my guest list is cool enough.

Lisa, be nice.

- Hi! - Hey!

...grassroots movement.

- Hi, everybody! - And that starts with each individual voter.

- We gotta connect with the... - How are you?

- Feel like you're... - Chauncey. Hey!

- Herbert! - What's up?

This is quite the success, Lisa.

- Wow! - Yes.

Pretty good turnout

considering the four-day ultimatum I was given.

Hi, Janet!

- Thank you so much for coming. - Of course!

Eat everything. The fritters are no joke.

- Woo! I'll talk to you later. - Okay.

- Aidan called. - He did?!

- Yes, I know how you worry. - And how was that?

Um, he said he missed me, and, um...

we had phone sex.

Oh, you had phone sex!

More specifically, he had phone sex. I stopped midway.

The kitty was watching.

Her little eyes, so very curious.

So, um, when he went there,

I faked it.

Yep, I faked phone sex.

- I've faked real sex. - Well, I haven't.

Aidan and my sex life is the most honest thing about us.

- Aww. - Yes, that is actually "aww" -worthy.

And now I feel dishonest.

- Hey, Anthony. - Hello, ladies.

It's me, your gay Harlem Globetrotter.

Can you just lower the music? Thank you.

Uh...

Hello. Hello.

Everyone, uh, as a thank you

for, uh, making it out tonight...

the vocal stylings of Five Alarm Choir.

It's his college a capella group.

ô To old Morehouse ô

ô And her ideals ô

ô And in all things that we do ô

- ô She's so lovable ô - ô She's lovable, hey ô

ô Lovable, lovable, lovable, ooh ô

ô She's lovable ô

ô Lovable ô

ô I know, I know, I know she is my girl ô

Yeah, baby! Woo!

- ô Yes, she is ô - ô Ooh ô

- This is good. - Okay, yes, yes, very good.

Sit down, sit down, sit down, baby. Okay.

ô Love unconditional ô

- ô Ooh ô - ô I'm not askin' just of you ô

ô Just of you ô

- Hi. - Hi.

I should never have said any of what I said.

I've recently been told I have too many opinions.

Only recently?

I'm sorry.

Please don't cut me out.

It took me so long to get in.

- I would never cut you out. - Wouldn't you?

- You were pretty mad. - I was.

And just like that, I'm not.

Apology accepted.

Thank you.

And just so you know, you're not

the only one with opinions about us.

You're just the only one that says 'em out loud.

Why didn't anyone clear this glee club with me? So not cool.

Chauncey, I am creating a 10-part docuseries for PBS

and I have a full-to-bursting home life,

so you cannot come running to me and expect help

every time something in this campaign needs attention.

Sorry. I'm all in.

That's how we did things in the White House.

The White House?

You worked at the White House? Whose White House?

Excuse me. I gotta wrap this up.

No, no. You go. Go. We'll talk.

Herbert! You nailed that shit, man!

Thank you.

That is so good.

A little pot of heaven.

Oh, my God! This nun is in love with me.

She just got out of Wicked

and wants me to meet her some place.

Where?

You can't handle it.

Try me.

She's at the M&M Store now

and wants me to meet her in Times Square.

I'm sorry.

The M&M Store in Times Square?

Oh, Miranda, you're strong,

but you can't come back from that.

Just not responding to her feels so mean.

She's really, really nice.

- Oh. - Plus, it was her first time.

What am I gonna do?

Give my regards to Broadway.

High five.

- Have a good night. - Thank you.

- Mary! Mary! Hi! - Oh, hi. Hi, how are you?

- I'm good. - I brought you a gift.

- Oh. - Customized M&M's from the M&M Store.

Miranda, Mary.

- Oh! - M&M. Get it?

- Thank you. - Yes. You're welcome.

Uh, how did you enjoy the show?

- Oh, it was heaven! - Yeah?

I mean, Wicked live, New York City, and you?

This is the best week of my life.

Would you like to spend the night?

Mary... it's been really wonderful being with you,

but I... I think we need to maybe just...

- Oh! Oh! - Whoa, whoa! Watch it, buddy!

- Sorry, ma'am. - That's okay. Uh, let's, uh...

Can we talk over there?

So, I... I gather you're at the beginning of a new journey,

and I know how that is because I

just got off a crazy chapter myself.

- Oh. - But... don't do anything

solely based on what you're feeling right now.

- Like what? What do you mean? - I don't know. I guess...

don't leave God for me.

Miranda, I would never leave God.

We're married.

Look, I always knew this person

was somewhere inside of me.

And now I've met her...

thanks to you.

ô Because I knew you ô

ô Because I knew you ô

ô I have been changed for good ô

- It's from Wicked. - I figured.

Good night.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hey.

- Hey. - I have a confession.

Um...

I wasn't... totally there...

with you on the phone the other night, you know?

And I said I was, but...

I am here now.

And I'm touching myself the way you touch me.

Touch yourself, Aidan.

Oh, Carrie, I can't do this right now.

I'm in bed with Wyatt. He's asleep.

- Okay. - He had a bad night.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm so sorry. Okay. I'll go. Bye.

Kitchen door open.

Oh, my God. No, it isn't!

Kitchen door open.

- Kitchen door open. - Oh, God.

Kitchen door...

The woman wondered

what she had gotten herself into.

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