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The woman threw open her windows

to let the city in.

She could hear the
horses coming and going

with their carriages,

each one bringing an
exciting possibility.

Let me get that for you, sir.

Have a nice day.

The unexpected cool breeze
on this hot afternoon

reminded her that each day

need not be an echo
of the one before.

There are endless
adventures to be taken,

if she simply dared to
decide to take them.

Putting one foot in
front of the other,

she stepped off
the expected path

and vowed to go wherever
a day might take her.

♪ You keep saying you
got somethin' for me ♪

♪ Somethin' you call
love, but confess ♪

♪ You've been a-messin' ♪

♪ Where you shouldn't
have been messin' ♪

♪ And now, someone else
is getting all your best ♪

♪ These boots are
made for walkin' ♪

♪ And that's just
what they'll do ♪

♪ One of these days these boots
are gonna walk all over you ♪

♪ You ready, boots?
Start walkin' ♪

You are always walking in heels!

Um, guilty.

Click, click, click,
click, click, click, click.

Click, click, click,
click, click, click, click.

Have you no rugs? My God!

Well, I just... I haven't been
able to find the right ones yet.

A work in progress.

Hello. I'm Carrie.
And you are?

Wow, just furious.

Duncan Reeves. I'm
sorry for my tone.

It's just that your predecessor
never made any noise.

-She was bedridden.
-Yeah. It was lovely.

Perhaps, for you. Not for her.

No, what I meant was...

-She was quiet as a mouse.
-A bedridden mouse.

Am I, um, correct in assuming
that you're the new owner?

Yes, you are correct, I am.

I am. I moved in
three months ago.

-Oh, my God.
-But, um, in my defense,

you know, I'm... I'm really...
I'm just walking up here,

you know, no... no,
uh... no parties,

no rollerblading, no bowling.

Are you trying to be amusing?

I'm not trying to be amusing.
I think I am amusing.

Oh, I see.

Well, this is a very
inauspicious beginning.

-Would you like to come in?
-No, I would not.

Oh.

Look, understand,
I'm not at my best.

-One can only hope.
-It's been days,

and I'm desperately
sleep-deprived from the...

-"Me" of it all?
-I work all night long,

so I must... sleep
during the day.

It's crucial to my success.

Could you, at least,
remove your high heels?

Okay.

Now, you've gone too far.

-I'll have the grain bowl, thanks.
-Right.

-The burrata.
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-I'll have the goat cheese salad.

Ugh, should've got that.

My downstairs neighbor hates me.

My Airbnb neighbor blasts
heavy metal all the time.

What does that
have to do with me?

It's hardly like I'm
headbanging up there.

No, I'm just agreeing.
Neighbors are the worst.

-Continue.
-Where did this guy even come from?

London. I told you about
him during the sale.

He comes to New York six
months out of the year.

Seema, I can't live
with an insane man

under me for s... half a year?

Insane? Insane how?

He asked me... to
take off my heels.

Yeah, he gets it.

-To play devil's advocate...
-Mm-hmm?

...taking your shoes off
at home is more sanitary.

To play Devil Wears Prada
advocate, I have rights.

A woman's right to shoes.

Well, clearly, you
can't live like that.

But getting someone

evicted in New York takes years.

We might just have to kill him.

Okay.

And to be clear, this
is not me, this is him.

I have never ever had a
problem with a neighbor. Never.

Not till this
Duncan Reeves fella.

Duncan Reeves, Duncan Reeves?

He writes those
massive biographies.

Harry has been
reading his Henry VIII

for five years.

Read it in a
weekend. Loved it.

Oh, my God, I didn't even
make the connection till now.

I was too distracted by
the angry spit bubbles

in the corner of his mouth.

Okay, so you're both writers.

Now, you have common
ground. Crime scene averted.

Good, because I don't know
how to compost a body.

Well, I don't know if
we have "common ground."

He said he needs absolute quiet

-to write, and I...
-Carrie!

I've been waiting years for
Duncan Reeves' next book.

According to Goodreads,
he has writer's block.

Take your damn shoes off.

Miranda, I don't care if
William Shakespeare himself

is renting under me.

The heels do not come off.

Should I buy my cranky
downstairs neighbor

-a welcome gift?
-Yes.

-I think you should.
-Aw. I'm not surprised

you said that.

So, how are you feeling about
where you and Aidan are now?

Um... to be honest, it's...

-it's kind of a relief...
-Mm.

...to not be thinking about
what I should be doing

every day about it.

-It's out of my hands.
-Wow.

That is so far past any
ability that I would ever have.

I'm just being more realistic...

-Mm.
-...less romantic.

But the romance is still there?

Sure. Oh yeah.

It's just, uh, living
under the reality.

-Mm.
-We love each other very much,

but he can't be my
everyday fella right now,

so I just have to give
up the expectation

of a big, romantic,
music-swell resolution.

Hmm.

It's so hard.

I don't know what I would
do without Harry every day.

Waking up with him,
going to bed with him...

Well, happily,
you don't have to.

Motherfucker.

Thank you.

Oh, I'm loving our
little after-dinner walk.

We should do this more often.

Actually, there's
kind of a reason

I wanted to come on
this walk with you.

To get away from
the kids? Me, too.

Well, it's not really
about the kids.

I-I... I need to talk
to you about something.

-Um...
-Oh.

Do you remember when I
wet myself at the club?

Mm-hmm.

And then, ya know, there was
the trouble in the bedroom.

-Yeah?
-Well, you know,

I decided to check it out,
you know, just in case.

And, what do ya know,
I got prostate cancer.

Oh, my God!

-Oh, my God! Oh, my God.
-Keep it together, keep it together.

Keep it together, honey.
Everything is gonna be fine.

We caught it early.

Oh. Oh, Harry...

Hey, hey, hey, listen.

Prostate cancer has
a 98% survival rate.

Okay? Lots of men get it.

Robert De Niro,
uh, Warren Buffett,

Nelson Mandela.

-But he died!
-At 95!

Listen to me, I promise you,

I am not gonna die for
a very long time, okay?

Okay?

You say "okay."

Okay.

I just want you to
do me one favor.

Anything, baby.

Don't tell anyone.

Not the kids. Not our friends.

I don't wanna be the cancer guy.

I'm... I'm gonna quit my job
so that I can take care of you.

No, no, not okay.
Not gonna happen.

'Cause then I'll be back to 100%
and you'll be 100% out of a job.

So, no. Okay?

Say "okay."

Okay.

So, I...

I... I guess we should cancel

the... the camping
for this weekend?

No way. I've been
looking forward to it.

No, it's gonna be
glamping as usual.

We are okay.

My flight from
Atlanta doesn't land

till 4:00 on Friday

so you'll have to get the
kids to Governors Island

-and I'll meet you there.
-Hold up, hold up.

Meet who, where, what governor?

Governors Island.
We're going glamping

with the Goldenblatts
this weekend.

Since when? You
never told me that.

Yes, I did.

I don't have to sleep
on the ground, do I?

No, Henry, it's glamping.
There'll be big fluffy beds.

I-I'd like to think that I would
remember a word like "glamping."

-Honey, you never told me that.
-I told you.

-But did you?
-Mommy told me.

As soon as she gets back from
shooting her documentary,

we're gonna make s'mores!

Oh, wait, Lis, I...
I'm supposed to do

some "regular guy
around town" press pics

for my campaign this weekend.

Me eating a hot dog,
me on the subway...

You, glamping. Hot
dogs and subway

will be there on Monday.

Okay, so my car is out front.

No need to pack, the kids'
stuff is ready to go.

And, just checking, you did
hear me say, "No need to pack"?

Yeah, yeah, I heard all of that.

What I didn't hear
was "glamping."

I told you.

But did you?

-Mama loves you!
-Love you!

-Love you, Mom.
-Love you back. Be good!

You just quit your
job, Miss Patel?

My company was sold
out from under me,

after 20 years of building it.

How on Earth did that happen?

Well, honestly, Linda,
I'm still reeling.

I trusted my business partner,

and he sold his shares
to a bigger company

and thought he
could just trade me

like some sports
player, or a wife.

So, I decided

to go out on my own,
invest in myself.

-Admirable.
-And I'm a good investment.

I was that company,
I did all the work,

and the man with
slightly more power

got all the credit.

You feel me, Linda?

I will have to run
this by my supervisor.

He's gone for the
day. If you feel me.

Oh. I feel you.

So, Linda, I found a chic,

surprisingly affordable
office in Tribeca,

and I just need a small business
loan to secure the space.

It's going to be a tough sell

with no guaranteed
income, though.

You also have a lot of overhead.
Expensive clothes, dinners...

I mean, do you
really need a driver?

I do. My job is all
about appearances.

When a prospective client
sees me get out of my Mercedes

and walk into a building,
it says, "baller."

It says, "She knows."

So, woman to woman, Linda...

I hope you can help.

As I said, I'll run
it by my supervisor.

He's just awful.

Aren't they all?

Hi.

-Welcome Wagon!
-I beg your pardon?

Oh, that's, um, something
that we say here in America

when someone, uh,
joins the neighborhood.

So, welcome.

This is for you.

That's, uh, totally,
uh, unnecessary.

But, um, I... I
must get the kettle.

Um, come in.

Oh, you did say, "Come in," yes?

I don't want to be accused
of breaking and entering

and walking in heels.

Right. Can I make you a tea?

Thank you, no. I... I
won't... um, I won't stay.

I will point out
there's a lovely tin

-of Earl Grey tea in the basket.
-Huh.

It's from Tea Time,
around the corner.

In fact, all of the items
in the basket are, um...

sourced locally from the area.

I did all your
exploring for you.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

But I don't explore. I
come here just to write.

What, you're a writer?

Wow, that's so funny.
I'm... I'm a writer.

I'm sure we write, you know,
write very differently.

I'm one of those writers
who sleeps at night

and walks in her apartment.

Wow, nothing?
Not even a smile?

I didn't come here
to smile, either.

I sense a little
smile under there.

Then you must write fiction.

Ooh.

Ah! Actually, I have
something for you.

Look, um, I was aware

how I must have
come across to you.

-Unrealistic, rabid...
-Hmm.

...uh, even a touch mad.

Aw, your words, not mine.

Well.

-I can't im-imagine what...
-I feel certain

that these will
help our situation.

Oh.

Well. I...

I appreciate the thought.

But I'm... I'm allergic.

Allergic to what?

To whatever this is.

And to be perfectly honest,

I'm not even sure I
can walk without heels.

But, I promise,

I will soon have a thick rug,

and I will do my best
not to disturb you.

Oh, and, um, what of
the archaeological dig

that appears to be happening
outside in the garden

starting at 7 a.m.
every morning?

I'm replanting the garden.

And when it's done, I hope
it's a space we can both enjoy.

-I enjoyed the old one.
-It was a rat superhighway.

But, please, enjoy
the welcome basket

and your no smiles.

I was just attempting to make
this awkward situation better.

This is New York
City. There's noise.

Char, are you okay?

You seem very distracted.

Oh, no. No, I'm
fine. I'm fine.

Don't worry about me.

Mom?

So, we've been thinking...

Rock, do you wanna
take the lead?

Yes. We are a unified front.

-We don't want to go glamping.
-You're going glamping.

-Okay, I'm out.
-Uh...

I thought you were vegan now.

Ah, shit.

I keep on forgetting.

Well, I can't go. I
have plans with Diego.

You have plans with your
father this weekend,

and he is really
looking forward to it.

Daddy will be fine.

You don't know that
Daddy will be fine.

It's just stupid
glamping. I'll ask him.

You will not ask him!

You will not put
anything negative

on this fun, fun thing
that he wants to do.

This is a positive,
positive event.

-You don't understand.
-Mm! She's still going for it.

I split Diego's weekends
with his boyfriend.

-And if I'm not there, Eric gets both nights.
-Eric.

And that puts me
at a disadvantage.

Lily, you are
spending the weekend

with your family.
End of story.

I am sure that you
can make up this time

with your polyamorous,
polysexual boyfriend

some other weekend.

Can you believe this
is parenting now?

No, Char, I cannot.

I miss cheese. So much.

Then, eat some!

So, he hands me this
sad, thin little package,

and I open it, and inside,

full-on pink nursing
home slippers.

What? No fucking way!

I know. I mean, come
on, do I really look...

No, not you.

The owner of my
Airbnb just texted

that there's nothing he
can do about the music

because he isn't even
supposed to be Airbnb-ing!

What the fuck?!

Are you always reading
texts when we're talking?

Just when we're on the phone.

Okay, just come stay with
me till you find a place.

I... I should have
offered earlier,

but, honestly, I forget
about the extra rooms.

I... I still identify as
a studio apartment owner.

Thanks, but you like your space,

even if you do have
too much of it.

I insist.

Okay, then what I
should have said

is I like my space.

My realtor is so lame.

Hey, do you think
you could ask Seema

if she could help me
find a place super quick?

Oh. Oh, I don't
know. I don't know.

You know, she deals with all
these really big properties

with these huge commissions,

and, you know, you're
looking for a two-bedroom.

She's unemployed.

Okay, then what I
should have said

is I don't wanna mix
friends and business.

It's too risky.

Got it.

I have to deal with this.

Bye.

Hey! If you slide another
note under my door,

I will fucking
cut you to pieces.

I really appreciate this.

Of course. Come in!

I mean, it's New
York. I've seen naked.

-But naked with a meat cleaver?
-Mm, that's fresh.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

It's gonna be fun.

It's gonna be like, um, like
when we shared that place

in the '90s on Bank Street.

-Oh, yeah!
-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Maybe don't roll the
suitcases so hard.

-Oh, sorry.
-No, it's okay. It's okay.

Any better on the home front?

Uh, well, no shots fired,

but the war is far from over.

Oh!

You finally got some couches!

Oh! Could you take
your shoes off?

Seriously? You're
still wearing yours.

Yeah, but I know
how to walk in them.

It's just a fact.

Oh, damn, he heard you.

Shots fired!

Sorry.

You notice how you
can barely hear me?

-Hello.
-Delivery from 1stDibs.

Oh! Um, wow, I'm not
expecting anything.

Uh, Eight Gramercy Park West.

Yeah, from an Aidan Shaw.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

It isn't Duncan Reeves?

Miranda, look! It's the
table someone bought

before I could.

Oh, my God, that
someone was Aidan!

He must have... he
must have bought it

after I told him
how much I loved it.

-Aw.
-That's very romantic.

Wow, it is! It really is.

And I've seen a lot
of romantic shit.

Oh! There he is.

Hi!

Hi. They're gonna
be very quiet.

Hi. Big fan.

-Oh. Just here?
-Could I get you to sign Winston Churchill?

What? Hey, where did
that book come from?

Do you mind, Mr. Reeves?

-Not at all.
-Oh!

I'm Miranda.

Guys, don't forget the booties.

Oh, no, no, the booties,
um, won't be necessary.

She has no rugs.

-Thank you so much.
-Pleasure.

So, what do you
think if I cut in

the Atlanta neighborhood
footage in right here

after the mother's letter?

God, I'm gonna be late.

What is the hold-up?

Why can't they just
open the damn door?

Well, at least the door
stayed on the whole flight.

-That's a win these days.
-Yeah, I'll laugh at that on Monday.

-Oh, thank God.
-Yeah, no worries.

Okay, no, yeah, I'm
gonna... okay, you go ahead.

-No, no. Yeah, thank you.
-You first. You're... yeah, you're in a rush.

-Okay. Okay, sorry.
-Okay, yup. Alright.

-A lotta leg there.
-Yep, okay.

Sorry, it's just that my bag
is back there, and, um...

no, 'cause someone used
the space above my seat.

-Thank you.
-Okay, people, let her through!

-Family emergency here, come on.
-Thank you.

-She has to go glamping!
-Not helping!

I know it doesn't seem
urgent, but it is.

She's a wife, mother of
three, she's doing it all!

-You're crazy.
-I am.

-I'll see you on Monday, Marion.
-Okay.

Oh. Sorry.
Excuse... sorry! Oh!

It's a man's name, too.

Alright?

It's a man's name too, Chalamet.

"The native Lenape tribe

"referred to Governors
Island as Nut Island

"because of its rich collection

-of chestnut, hickory, and oak trees."
-Hmm.

-Wow!
-Stop quoting Wikipedia, Henry.

Mommy says it's not
a primary source.

There's a spa here somewhere,
and you can rent go-karts.

That is just so native Lenape.

I'm here!

-Yeah!
-Hey!

This place is amazing!

Who's ready for glamping?!

-Hi!
-Well, it's about time.

You were supposed to
be here an hour ago.

Well, four hours ago,
I was in Atlanta,

so it's kind of a modern
miracle that I even made it.

-Give it up for Mom!
-Yay, Mom!

So, how are the Goldenblatts
enjoying our weekend getaway?

It's more of a
hostage situation.

Lily, stop. Right now.

Ah!

Got it.

Jesus, will you look at
the size of that thing?

It's like a new
breed of mosquito.

-Yeah.
-Is anyone else getting bit?

-Nope, I'm not!
-No.

-Not me.
-What?

It's like my third one!

Did someone give the
bastards my blood type

-and a map to my head?
-Aw.

Well, now that Mommy's
here, who wants s'mores?

Not this mosquito, he is full.

S'mores, s'mores, s'mores!

-Yuck!
-Baby, are you okay?

It's like they're coming for me.

Aw.

Alright, we've got marshmallows.

We've got graham crackers.
Uh, let's get the fire going.

And, uh, Mom will get the
chocolate for the s'mores.

Yep. Okay, where's
the chocolate?

What do you mean,
"Where's the chocolate?"

-You're supposed to bring it.
-What are you talking about?

No, I told you, I forgot to
bring chocolate for the s'mores.

You never told me to
bring the chocolate.

Okay, Lisa, when we
were on the phone,

before you got on the
plane, I told you.

-But did you, though?
-Lisa, I told you.

Honey, I've just been roaming
around Atlanta airport for hours

with hundreds of places
to buy chocolate,

-if you had just told me.
-I...

Okay, what is the big deal?

There's chocolate in
the gift shop! Okay?

It is chocolate, not cancer!

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Really?

Hey!

Samantha says that Duncan
Reeves is known to be fun.

Well, he's, like, 6'5",
so that's her kind of fun.

-Do you have a minute?
-Sure.

-You look nice.
-Thanks!

So, it's my first
sleepover at Joy's,

and I'm wearing this jumpsuit
so I won't be walk-of-shaming it

tomorrow morning
in sexy clothes.

But is this outfit
too "I don't care"?

No, no.

-No?
-Hmm.

-Wait a minute.
-What?

Um...

No, no, no, no.

Yep, here it is.

Oh, my God, so pretty!

But I don't wanna take
anything designer-y.

-What?
-Remember when I lost your...

Oh, my Sonia Rykiel Domino bag?

Yeah. No, I... I
forgot all about that.

Now, here, take it,
take it, really.

I got... I got it at a tag sale

-on the street, it's nothing.
-Are you sure?

Yes!

Oh.

It's perfect.

♪ I saw the sign or an
omen on the branches ♪

Don't let me forget this.

Long story.

Oh, I look forward to
hearing the scarf saga.

Oh, hold on, let me
remove the voyeurs

from the picture.

-Come on, Sappho.
-Oh.

-Come on, Socrates.
-Should I help?

No, it's better
not to touch them.

Italian Greyhounds are
notoriously litigious.

Oh, really?

You look very right in here.

Do I?

Excuse me.

No. Unacceptable!

I'm so sorry. They're
not usually this fussy.

It's just, I... I rarely
invite people to sleep over.

Oh. You don't?

No, and you can take
that as the compliment

I intended it to be.

Why didn't I get cats?

Shoe, please. I'm
trying to sleep.

Come here.

Now, we've talked
about this, right?

Goodnight.

Miranda?

Oh, Jesus!

Gosh, I thought... I thought
you were at... at Joy's!

Her dogs wouldn't
stop whining, so...

Okay. Goodnight.

Oh!

-You okay?
-Oh yeah.

Good night!

Oh!

You're wearing clothes.

What was that? You've
seen me naked before.

No, I know. It was
just so unexpected.

The only thing missing
was a meat cleaver.

Um...

is that my last yogurt?

Um, you don't eat yogurt.

-Yes, I do.
-Since when?

Mm, since I'm 50.

Who... whose yogurt
did you think it was?

I... I don't know,
like, a house yogurt?

A house yogurt?

Okay, come on. I just woke up.

I'll... I'll get you
more. It's just a yogurt.

And the last banana?

You eat bananas now, too?

All you used to have for
breakfast was a cigarette.

Oh, man. That sounds so good.

Why are we stopping?

Ah, he didn't mean anything.

Why is he so mad?

He's just a neighbor. Come on.

Hey, why is Adam
just sitting there?

Oh. Duncan yelled at him.

I watched from the window.

While opening the last yogurt?

Yeah, it was a whole thing.

Oh, dammit.

I put down all these
ugly runners for him.

And it was a... it
was a rush charge.

-Mm.
-Isn't that enough?

Good morning, fellas.

Please resume working.

-Go get back to work.
-What's his problem?

You want the rest of the banana?

Mm, sadly, I do. Thank you.

-Hello!
-Zip up the tent behind you!

All the way, all the way!

Thank you.

Okay, the three of you have
been inside here all day long.

Let's all go for a
walk along the pier.

I'm not going out there.

They're just gonna
come for me again.

Shh. Shh.

Ugh, dammit.

I think one might
have gotten inside.

Hey, Dad looks like
Kenny from South Park.

"Oh, my God! They
killed Daddy!"

Hey! That is enough of that.

Everybody, put your phones down!

This is supposed to be
quality family time.

It is too valuable for
everyone to be on devices.

Babe? Mets are up by two.

If Dad doesn't even wanna
glamp, why do I have to be here?

You know what, Lily?

You don't. So, why
don't you just go?

You can be with your
boyfriend and his boyfriend.

But don't come crying to me

when you can't get
this Saturday back!

Oh, okay, I won't.

Mom, why are you
being so dramatic?

Babe, chill.

Everything is okay.

But everything's not okay!

The pitch is rounding to Layton.

I'm just gonna go get some air,

take a walk, by myself.

Okay, just zip up
the tent behind you!

Yes, honey.

-Love ya!
-Uh-huh.

-This croque monsieur is divine.
-Okay?

Better than the one
I had at The Pierre.

Oh, gosh, you look so cute!

Let me take a picture.
Get over there with them.

Lis, this is not
regular guy stuff.

Well, this isn't for the
citizens of New York.

It's for us.

Squeeze in!

Everyone say
"Croque monsieur!"

Croque monsieur!

Let me see. Let me see.

It's not as good. Wait. Oh.

Let me see that, baby.

Who's this guy?

That's my editor.
That's Marion.

This is your editor?

Yes.

Okay.

You said you were gonna
hire a guy for the job,

but you didn't tell me
he looked like that.

Looked like what?

Like Michael B. Handsome.

Talk about gettin' your
chocolate in Atlanta.

Don't be ridiculous.

You know, he's a
brilliant editor.

Is he brilliantly married?

I don't know anything
about his personal life.

It's work. Give me my phone.

You got it.

About that selfie? Is that
the kind of work thing

that typically happens between
brilliant editors and directors?

I took it to send
to my second editor.

Oh, so there's a second editor?

Yes.

-So, it's a threesome?
-Who's having a threesome?

No one. Daddy's being silly.

Daddy's being very silly.

No, Mommy's being silly.

Mommy's being silly out of town.

No, Mommy's not being silly.

Mommy is going for a walk.

Oh my God, I can see
the Statue of Liberty!

-Wow!
-Charlotte?

There you are.

-Hey.
-What are you doing out here?

Oh, I just needed
some time away.

I needed some time away, too.

But I think we can do a lot
better than just standing here.

I mean...

-Oh!
-Doesn't this place have a spa?

A woman will be sympathetic

to another woman's
financial situation, right?

I mean, even if she
works at a bank.

I wouldn't count on that.

A woman once turned me
down for an apartment loan

because I didn't
have any assets.

Well, she can kiss
my assets. Oh!

♪ Stay on the runner ♪

-Oh.
-Hi!

-Hi!
-I got Mexican.

Oh, that's so nice, but we
already... actually, we just ate.

Um, Seema came back
to see my new table.

Oh, shit!

Let me clean all this up.

Linda said she'd have word
about the loan for me today.

It's 4:15, why has
she not contacted me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa! You're off the runner.

I need a free-range place

to pace and smoke.
I'll be out back.

Okay, but just smoke
and pace quietly.

-I'm sorry, I didn't know you were gonna show it off.
-No.

-The kitchen table is so small.
-Yeah.

-I hope this is okay.
-Oh, no.

-It's fine. Yeah, it's fine.
-Okay.

We'll just, you
know... Oh! Oh shit!

-Oh, oh, oh, uh...
-Shit, shit, shit, shit.

-Paper towels.
-Lift your... no, no, no, lift your computer.

-Oh, right!
-Lift the computer, the computer.

-Ugh! Crap!
-Here.

Oh, no! That's my research!

-Oh, oh, oh! Shit!
-No!

Um, here. Um, we can use this.

Oh, no, no, no, that's my
scarf! What are you doing?

-What are you doing?
-You said it was nothing.

Nothing I have is nothing!

Uh, I... I was trying
to stop the dripping.

It's... what is...

Was this my last Mexican coke?

Well, I was having
Mexican, so...

Smoking's bad for you.

Oh, I know. I'm just
under a lot of pressure

right at this moment.

Still not good. Not good ever.

Okay, Jamie. Plant,
please, buddy.

My nephew has a lot of opinions
and not shy about sharing.

Well, he's right. And I'm
right. We're both right.

Can I have a drag?

Oh! I thought you were
all green and organic.

Yeah, but I'm not... I'm
not a freak about it.

Quick, before he looks up.

I'm under a lot
of pressure, too.

-Oh.
-I'll have you know. Yeah.

There's a guy in the
apartment below here.

Mm-hmm. He keeps
coming to the window,

making mean faces at me.

What are you nervous about?

-Is that any of your business?
-Not at all.

That's why I'm curious.

I'm waiting to hear
about a bank loan

and I'm about to
jump out of my skin.

Have you ever tried yoga?

You're asking a South Asian
woman if she's ever tried yoga?

Well, I don't like
to profile, so...

And I am seeing this
woman who teaches Vinyasa.

-Oh.
-It might... it might help.

What?

I, um... I can probably
get you a discount, too.

And what about me
screams "discount"?

Nothin'. N-Nothin' at all.

-Oh, shit.
-What?

Really?

Well...

I think we're probably
thinking the same thing.

Well, I don't know
what you're thinking,

but I'm thinking you
should stay forever.

-I'm thinking that, too!
-Jinx!

You owe me a Mexican Coke.

Obviously, it is no longer
Bank Street in the '90s.

Yeah, because we're 90.

But you cannot go
back into some...

...freaky Airbnb
situation again.

What choice do I have?

Seema, Miranda needs help
finding an apartment.

Well, Miranda, if you don't mind
working virtually, I'm your gal.

Because I just found out I
did not get that bank loan

-for an office.
-No!

So much for women helping women.

Well, I'm a woman who
needs a woman's help.

Seema, help me
find a place? Soon?

-Aw.
-Carrie likes her space.

No, stay.

I insist.

We're running low on ice!

I really needed this.

I've just been wearing
my shoulders as earrings.

Aw.

That overnighter to
Atlanta was a lot.

Can I tell you something?

Sure. What is it?

I have a, uh, work crush

-on my editor.
-Ah.

It's okay to have a
work crush, right?

Yes! I mean, it's
just a crush, right?

It's not the end of the world.

Is everything okay?

-You seem a little distant.
-Yeah.

I... I just have
a lot on my mind.

You wanna talk about it?

Okay.

Oh, my gosh, this garden
is gonna be really amazing.

Did you see the work I did?

Jamie, I think you
do all the work.

He just stands there
looking pretty.

-Nah.
-No, no, it's true.

I'm very pretty.

Oh, my God, there's
so much smoke.

Hello? Oh, my God.

-Oh! Oh, shit!
-Oh, my God, get the...

Get the pot off the stove!

-What?
-Get the pot off the stove!

-Yes, yes, yes, doing it, doing it.
-Oh shit!

-Ah, ah, ah!
-Oh, shit! Shit!

I don't know how that happened!

Um... uh...

Wow, you're noisy.

Aren't you glad
I'm wearing heels?

Well, there goes my dinner.

So, uh, word on the
street in London

is that you're a lot of fun.

When's that gonna start?

Fun in London.

-All work here.
-Mm.

That's the sole
reason for New York.

I know no one, really,
and I do nothing.

In fact, this is
a rare meal out.

I routinely just make
a stew, I dig in,

and I write the bloody book
for six months until I'm done.

Wow, it's... it's writing,
not time in a gulag.

Huh. Says you.

I've been particularly out
of sorts this trip, though,

all thanks to a certain woman.

I'm flattered, but
we've just met.

Margaret Thatcher.

-Oh!
-Yeah. She's my subject.

It's the first time I've
ever attempted a woman

-and I'm nervous, I suppose.
-Hmm.

Will people accept
a woman from me?

What is it that you write? You
said you were a writer, yes?

Yes. I, uh...

Usually, I write
memoirs, essays.

But, actually, um, like you,

I'm trying something new.

Fiction.

My first novel.

-Oh.
-Mm.

On top of that, it's
not set in present day.

So, I'm nervous as well.

Wow, I've never said
that aloud before.

Oh, dear God, that house is just
gonna be vibrating with anxiety.

♪ I hold my head up just
enough to see the sky ♪

♪ And when we go,
we won't go slow ♪

♪ We'll put up such a fight ♪

♪ When they fade into
the dust and into ash ♪

♪ But all the children
know for sure ♪

♪ This pain will surely pass ♪

♪ Strong and wise
and you are loved ♪

♪ And when the
tide, it comes ♪

♪ You will float above, love ♪

♪ And you will be one day
exactly what you are ♪

♪ Just keep your
head held high ♪

♪ Kiss your fist
and touch the sky ♪

♪ Too late to keep
the world from dying ♪

♪ It's not too late to
spread the love you have ♪

♪ One day when we are
ready for crying ♪

♪ One day, I know that we'll
be there, little girl ♪

♪ Buh, buh, buh, buh-buh ♪

♪ Buh, buh ♪