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I'm back!

Aidan?

Aidan, honey?

Aidan?

- Aidan? - Yo! Down here!

Oh.

Hey!

Come on, come join us.

You slept in.

- Good morning. - Morning.

- Aw. - Mm.

What's on your lips?

Ice Blue Secret.

- You did not. - I did.

I just want you to have all the information.

Well, that tastes awful.

Well, that's the deodorant you love.

This is for you.

It's brand new, just in case...

you're ever feeling curious.

I'll give it a try.

You know, I went to London once for a weekend

to see some Chippendales up close.

Aidan designs beautiful furniture.

Oh!

Uh, so Chippendales, the cabinet,

not Chippendales, the nightclub.

- Yes, that makes more sense. - Mm.

Well, we're keeping you.

No, no, no. It's fine.

What's the deal with the pipe?

What do you mean?

How does someone become a pipe smoker?

Uh, that's a reasonable question.

Well, it's actually quite a recent affect, actually.

Um, I picked it up when I started writing the Thatcher book

because half her cabinet smoked a pipe,

and my grandfather, who, by the way,

detested the woman...

also smoked a pipe.

So, it's kind of a touchstone to the people, to the time.

And it became kind of a ritual to get me in the mood to write.

And now basically, it's, uh...

it's just kind of a nipple, really.

Well, I get that.

You get a nipple?

Oh, my God, Aidan, the man smokes a pipe, leave it alone.

Hang on, I'm just curious,

'cause I know most people hate the smell.

Well, now, you sound like my wife.

Oh, you're, uh, you're married?

Uh, ex. Ex-wife, I should say.

Oh. Any kids?

No, thankfully.

Huh.

Having kids was the best thing I ever did with my ex,

that is for sure.

Ask Carrie, she'll tell you.

Well, I should go. I promised Seema

that I would go to see her new office.

- I'll see you later, tonight? - Yes. Yes, you will,

'cause it's my turn to give you notes.

Oh. God help me.

Well, don't keep him up.

It's past his bedtime.

- Bye, babe. - Bye.

Charlotte.

Your doctor said no activity until the meds kicked in.

Now, look at you!

I know, but, honey, look at this mess!

I can't have vertigo and this mess.

Those kids said that they would pick up after us!

Okay! Okay.

The kids have left us high and dry,

- and neither of us can really walk. - Mm-mm.

But you want to hear some good news?

Yeah!

I just peed without a catheter

for the first time since the surgery.

You did? That's amazing!

- Oh. - H-Honey!

Are you okay?

I'm fine! No, no, I'm great!

You peed without a catheter! Yay!

O-Okay. Uh, I'm... I'm on my way.

Gonna take a minute,

still juggling two cantaloupes here.

Welcome to The Patel Group!

You weren't kidding about the size.

Oh, my gosh, how can you afford all this?

Using my savings, but the rent is nothing.

Since people stopped going to the office,

it's the real-estate version of a sample sale.

Well, it's amazing.

Speaking of amazing,

you've met my fabulous assistant, Artold.

Yes, I did. I met him and his Birkin.

Artold used to work for Ravi.

She got me in the divorce.

Ooh.

I'll be right back with your sushi.

Thank you.

From WeWork to SheWork.

I could not, could not have drawn

a clearer boundary,

and he barrels right through it.

Holds a mid-morning talk show against my wishes.

Why would he do that?

Trying to figure out who Duncan is.

I think he's threatened.

- Threatened by Duncan? - Mm-mm.

By me.

I cheated on him with John.

It was awful, so...

He had trouble trusting me after that,

and, frankly, he had reason not to.

I cheated on him with cigarettes, as well.

That's why he was asking all those questions at the gallery.

Wait, he was asking you questions?

- Me and Adam. - Oh, God.

- Mm. Oh, my God. - You have to talk to him about this.

No, no, no. No, no.

Nope, I don't think so.

I'm hoping it's a blip, you know, but...

Anyway, I'm too happy that he's here, finally,

to bring up the past and throw a wet blanket on everything.

Sorry to interrupt. Do you know how you asked me

to secure you a lunch with the Atlas Tower marketing director?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, I just did.

Well done, Artold!

In 40 minutes.

He chose Pelican on the Upper East Side.

I-Is that close to here?

- Mm. - No, it's far!

Really fuckin' far.

Bye!

I don't know New York.

I've just moved here from London.

Will she make it on time?

It's gonna be tight.

Why is there cheese in here?

And what is this? More cheese!

Do you people not hear me when I say

there can't be any tempting foods in this house?

This election is stressing me out,

and I am not about to put on the 20 pounds that I have lost.

Who are you talking to?

I'm talking to you, you cheese-eater.

Okay, guys, I will be back by dinner.

Speaking of dinner, I noticed you snuck a package

of angel hair pasta on the shelf.

What's up with that?

It's for the children.

Nah. Nope.

Leftover pasta, that's not happening, Lis.

Look, if I see it, I will eat it.

And I've worked too hard to get where I am.

Yes, you have.

Oh, hell no!

Whose Nutty Buddies are these?

Those are mine, Dad.

- I'm not fat. - Herbert, please.

Just go on Ozempic like everybody else.

Love you guys!

Did you just call me fat, cheese boy?

Maybe?

Mr. Salizar, nice to see you again.

- Hope I'm not late. - No, no. Right on time.

- And please, call me Martin. - Martin.

I pre-ordered their truffle pizza.

It takes 45 minutes, but I knew a man as busy as you

doesn't have that kind of time.

- You'll love it. - That sounds great.

- Still or sparkling? - Sparkling water, please.

Okay, here you go.

- And for me as well. - Yes, sir.

And I will be right back for your drink orders.

Oof, that waiter had some serious B.O.

What, does he not wear deodorant?

Martin, would you excuse me a moment?

Oh, sure.

Ladies' room?

Someone's in here.

Where is it? Where is my travel deodorant?

I'm not this woman.

I've seen this woman. I'm not this woman.

Question: Where's my Ungava gin?

Oh! Is it not in the cabinet?

Mm-mm.

Hm, I don't know then.

Um, maybe...

maybe my new cleaning lady stole it, or...

How bad did you leave it that she had to take the whole bottle?

Right?

Actually, no. No one stole it.

Um...

Whatever's happening feels ominous.

I threw the bottle down the trash chute

because I was afraid to have it in the house.

What I'm hearing is, my gin is gone?

Yes.

And it probably shouldn't be here again.

I'm not just someone who rarely drinks

or who just stopped drinking.

I can't drink. I'm an alcoholic.

And I'm sorry to bring this very unfun, sober fact

into what has been, up until this moment,

our very fun thing.

I see. Uh, let me think.

This is a challenge.

I mean... not the leaving the bottle here.

Of course, that's easy, but I'm afraid

that now whenever I have a drink around you,

I'm going to feel bad about it.

- Well, that's not... - A-And, l-let me finish.

And I don't like to feel bad about myself.

Which is possibly why I need to have a drink or two,

to dull that feeling.

- Yeah. - If and when it creeps up.

Turns out I did bring my emotional baggage

to your apartment.

Luckily, there's a whole second bedroom

to store all of our baggage in.

I may also have a... a trunk or two.

I have room.

Do you?

Starting with the petition document just isn't engaging.

I'm thinking we should begin with Mumbet's portrait,

you know, to humanize her.

Done.

Oh, this is Herbert's office.

- I gotta take this. - Oh, of course.

Is everything okay?

I gained a pound. Just came back from the gym.

What are you doing calling me at work about that?

I warned you about that angel hair!

I'm running for office. I'm in the public eye!

I have two things to say:

I'm at work here, and Ozempic. Love you.

Let's see, chapter four.

Um, you know, where she's, um, attending

the, uh, Kesteven and Grantham Girls' School.

Mm?

It's almost as if she's not a little girl.

- How do you mean? - Well, she has a s...

a sense of her destiny...

I mean, in the way that you tell it,

that I just...

I don't think any 10-year-old would have.

- Oh. Okay, I see. - Mm-hmm.

Um, so in which specific passages are you...

- are you thinking that? - Oh, gosh. Um...

Huh, it's your man.

Oh.

Hey. I got steaks.

Should I start the broiler? It's... it's almost 8:30.

No, I'm... Mm, we're working.

We never talked about dinner.

Yeah, but you guys gotta eat.

I mean, I got more than enough food for the three of us.

No, Aidan, I don't... I don't think you get it.

It's... it's not that kind of a thing.

No, I... I get it.

Just you and me then. What time you coming up?

I'm not sure, so you better start without me.

No! I'll... I'll wait for ya.

But it... it might be late.

I'll wait.

Okay, it's... you know, it's fine.

I don't wanna eat alone.

Okay, but if you get hungry, then just,

- you know, go ahead and eat. - Okay, but listen.

Are you sure he doesn't want to eat?

'Cause I can grill up these juicy T-bones,

get 'em straight down here. They're still...

They're still sizzlin'.

No, I'm... I'm sure.

'Kay.

Sorry.

Well, it's rent-controlled,

and I'm gonna renovate soon.

I'm not sure about this butter yellow color, here.

I'm thinking more of a squash.

Well, you like the risotto?

I've been seasoning the mushrooms

- since midnight yesterday. - Oh!

Those are just fun.

I owe you an apology.

I haven't been easy on you.

Oh, really? I hadn't noticed.

What exactly is the problem?

Giuseppe's father was 30 years my senior.

I was just a girl when we met.

We had a passionate love affair,

and he turned my whole world upside-down.

That sounds lovely. What a gift!

It was, until reality hit.

Here I was, in the prime of my life,

my career, my sexual power!

And I had to become a full-time nurse.

It was very difficult.

So, young lover, dying old man,

is not the scenario I want for my son.

Surely, you understand.

No, I don't understand.

And what does this have to do me?

I'm 58!

Alright, I'm 59.

Sixty-two, final offer.

And this sounds more like a you problem than a me problem.

- Forget about us. - Yeah.

What about Giuseppe?

I raised him in a world of beautiful things.

Beautiful art, beautiful villas.

"Villas," plural. We have three.

What can you offer? He can't live on bread alone.

Bread and love.

Don't forget love. I love your son very much.

Let's cut the shit, shall we?

How much for you to get the fuck out of Giuseppe's life?

Name a price.

You think I don't know what you are?

I come from this.

You sit there with your fancy airs and your accent,

but you're not Dottoressa Gianna Amato from Rome

or even Gia Brunetti from Buffalo.

You're my manipulative Aunt Michalena,

the Boston bookie with a beard.

Get your old-man ass out of my baby's life!

He deserves more than you, your sticky rice,

your salt-and-penis shakers!

Someone needs a good therapist.

Know any?

I... my God, what did I do?

I'm so sorry. I... I will clean this up.

I told you, she's trying to kill me.

No.

Va bene.

I was just trying to pick it up.

What's all that? What did she just say?

Um, she said, um...

"Thank you for dinner."

Okay. Let's think that.

Oh. Good, you're still up.

I'm sorry about dinner. I would've come up earlier,

you know, if we were working on my book.

But he's just... he's been so generous,

so I felt like I owed him.

But thank you for being so understanding.

Uh-uh, no. Get... get away from me.

You... you smell like smoke.

Come on. Go take a shower.

What... what are you doing in here?

You told me to get away, so...

Carrie, come on. Just come back to bed.

No. Good night.

- Seriously? - Yeah, seriously.

- Are you... - Please shut the door.

- Hey, I'm making breakfast. - I'm going for a walk.

What, are you still mad?

I have no reason not to be.

Okay, fuck it, I'll stay mad, too.

Is this because I talked to him?

I distinctly asked you not to.

I'm standing on the terrace, the guy comes out.

It would be weird not to say "hello."

Why were you on the terrace?

What?

I'm asking. Why were you on the terrace?

- I was getting some air. - No, no, no, sorry.

You were there waiting for him to come out

so you could talk to him.

Oh, really? Why the fuck would I do that?

To figure out if there's something going on between us.

This is such bullshit, Carrie.

Aidan, you're worried about me and another man.

That's what all the neighbor business is about.

Okay, now I'm going for a walk.

No, I'm going for a walk!

Go for a fucking walk!

You know I hate the smell of smoke!

Hey, Carrie. I am slammed.

- But I'm gonna be right with you, okay? - Oh, thanks.

I'm just looking today, Daniel.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I ordered you an iced tea. - Thanks.

So, I've been thinking about everything that happened...

and what you said.

And you're right. I hate to admit it.

But I do have trust issues with you around other men.

And last night, it didn't help that we were

- both hungry and... - Wait, wait, wait, wait,

wait a minute, wait a minute.

"Have" or "had"?

Huh?

You said you have trust issues

when it comes to me and men. "Have."

You should have said "had."

You "had" trust issues. Past tense.

Okay, what's your point? It's just a word.

No, it's not just a word. It's revealing of how you feel.

Sorry, I'm not a writer like you and Sherlock Holmes...

I have done nothing!

Nothing!

Do you hear yourself, how... how jealous

and suspicious you sound?

Well, can you fucking blame me?

Can you stop fucking blaming me?

- Excuse me. - Hey.

- No. - We'll be right back.

Saltzman, party of five?

- Carrie? - Hey, man.

- Excuse me. - Carrie.

- Carrie, stop! Come on! - How dare you!

No, really, how dare you.

How is it possible

that I haven't earned your trust by now?

I have done everything to show you

how fully committed I am to you.

I have moved mountains and apartments.

I... I have agreed to arrangements,

arrangements that even you yourself couldn't live up to!

I was 100% in.

One hundred percent! And still, you...

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, stop, you...

No.

"Was" or "are"? Because you just said,

"I was 100% in", so...

is it "was", or are you still 100% in?

Was.

I can't give you any more than I have, and it wasn't enough.

And there's all the family stuff.

I'm sorry, but there is.

I need a hundred.

So do I.

I'm sad.

I really thought we were gonna make it this time.

Yeah, I'm sad too.

The woman had thought that she and her love

were very present,

but now realized they were still locked in the past...

which meant, of course, that they had no future.

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