All language subtitles for The Carrie Diaries s01e09 The Great Unknown.eng

Before there was sex,
before there was the city,

there was just me... Carrie.
Carrie Bradshaw.

And lots of things were changing...

George, I'm not sure I can...

- Well, sure you can.
- I'm breaking up with you.

For all of us.

You're dumping me?

Yeah.
I hope you don't mind,

but I will be telling people
that I broke up with you.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm here patrolling the dance, Maggie.

God, I wish I wasn't the one
to have to tell you this.

Donna's trying to hurt us.

"We" don't exist anymore.

- So now what?
- Now you're my boyfriend.

You do like her, right?
I know you like her. Say it.

Yeah, I do.

Hey. Hi.

Hey. Hi.

You can stop me
from being at "Interview"

and seeing Larissa

and being in Manhattan,

but the one thing you can't
stop me from is wanting it

and wanting a life that's mine.

In my dreams, I was
still at "Interview" magazine.

But the reality...

"Interview" magazine,
Manhattan... all gone.

It had been a rough few weeks.

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but what had made the loss
of Manhattan

just a bit more bearable
was my relationship

with Sebastian Kydd.

February blows.

It's still so cold,
and there's no end in sight,

and there are no fun holidays
to look forward to.

The next time
I'll get chocolate is easter,

and that's months off.

You already finished that box
of chocolates I got you

for Valentine's day?

That was a week ago.

It was huge.

Well, I can pack away
a lot of chocolate,

especially anything
with marshmallows inside.

What up, Kyddshaw?

- West.
- Hey.

Wait. What was that?

West. He's in
our American history class.

I know who he is.
What he called us... Kyddshaw.

That's our names, like, put together.

Like a nickname?

Yeah, I guess.

Wait. We have a nickname?

An actual nickname as a couple?

It appears so, Bradshaw.
Or would that be "Kyddshaw"?

Well, I think when you're talking to me,
it can still be "Bradshaw""

but when you're talking
to us, "Kyddshaw."

Ah, good to know.

You cold?

Yeah. A little.

Thanks.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Kyddshaw.

You knew we had a nickname?

Sure.

You still trying
to figure that out?

Once. I did it once.

Well, that's awesome. I mean,
Rubik's cubes are impossible.

No one can do them. Well, I did,
and I'm going to do it again.

Watch and learn.

I mean, you people won't be able
to actually learn

how to do this, so...
Just enjoy.

Excuse me.

Sorry to interrupt.
Gotta get to my locker.

I know you're deep into that square
thing, but I gotta get to class.

Sorry.
I'm just kind of obsessed.

What is that, anyway?

A Rubik's cube.

How could you never
have seen a Rubik's cube?

I'm busy.

Playing with balls?

That came out wrong.

Yes, lettering in three sports
does kind of take up all my free time.

Can I try it?

Sure.

It's 6-sided as all cubes are,

and you have to get each side
all the same color.

Getting one or two sides
is very viable,

but it could take a while
since there are six sides,

- and the ratio of...
- Done.

Ooh!

H!

That was fun.

Who are you?

West.
I'm in your chemistry class.

I know that.
I meant how did you do this?

Beginner's luck, I guess.

I guess.

While west was bringing out
mouse's competitive side...

Yeah! Ohh!

Walt was bringing out something
very surprising in Donna.

Does that hurt?

Oh, yes. But I like pain.
It feels so good.

I aim to please.

You really do, Walt.

This might be
the best relationship ever.

Really?

It's not for you?

No. It's great.

But...
I've only dated Maggie,

so I don't have a lot
to compare it to.

I've dated...

Well, everybody.

And usually I have to get
all dressed up

and wear a pound of makeup
and act all flirty and pouty,

but... with you, I can just be me.

I think you're prettier
without so much makeup.

Really?

Really.

Admit it. You wanna see
a little bit more boob.

Who doesn't?

Come on. Let's finish
watching "The Terminator""

it was a shock to them both,

but they were
a surprisingly nice match.

Meanwhile, my father was
finishing his own match...

A racquetball match.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

Thanks. I'm, uh, I'm not
really all that flexible.

You would be if you took my class.

Oh.

Yeah. I... yeah, I don't
really take... classes.

(Cay racquetball with my buddy.

Yeah. We, uh, we have
a tournament this week.

So I'm just squeezing in
a last practice...

You, uh, you teach that
aerobics dancing thing?

- Uh-huh.
- Don't ya?

Yes. I love music.

- Yeah.
- And dancing.

I think you would, too.

I would...

I'm not sure I'm coordinated enough.

Or flexible enough.

Oh, I think you'd do all right.

At least let me give you my schedule

so you know when you can
find my class... or me.

I have it in my office.

Sure.

Oh, wow.
Uh... I didn't expect that...

So is this your...

Your... where's...
Where's that schedule?

Ah. Well, you know,
you don't need to do this.

You...

Just enjoy it.

I will.

I don't wanna leave here... ever.

We don't have to.

I have a house tab here now.

Of course you do.

Want you to have
all the French fries you want.

I think that's the sweetest thing

anybody's ever said to me.

Well, we should go.

What happened to
the endless supply of fries?

I'm afraid to piss off your dad.

Don't want being in his good graces

to be a fleeting thing.

You might be perfect.

I'm trying to be.
Here.

No. You should take it.

No, I'll be fine without it.

I like the idea of you in it.

No, I-I-I don't want you to get cold.

Besides, I have mine.

Yeah.

I'll be fine.

Did he break up with you?

Cheat on you?

- Talk to Donna?
- No.

- Then what's happening?
- He tried to give me his coat.

And then we have a nickname.

Okay, I'm still confused.

He bought me chocolates
with marshmallows in them,

which I love,

and he has a house account
at the diner for me

for French fries.

Okay, you're going to have
to help me understand,

how is this bad?

Don't you see?
I-I like him.

I really like him.
I'm... falling for him.

Isn't that a good thing?

I thought it would be.
Now I'm just scared.

Because you have something to lose.

I think I know why they call it
"falling in love"...

'Cause it feels like
you're falling off a cliff,

and falling off a cliff
is not a good thing.

- You've seen Wile Coyote, right?
- He always survives.

Because he's a cartoon.
If he was a real person,

he'd break every bone in his body.

Or you could be happy.

Yeah. Or Sebastian
could break my heart

or cheat on me or lose interest

or move or get kicked out
of school or...

Wow. You think a lot.

Coming from the girl
who never stops thinking.

Yeah.

About my grades and how I have
to destroy that idiot jock west.

Mouse, he solved a Rubik's cube once.

That's no big deal.

It is a big deal.

Being able to solve a Rubik's cube

directly correlates
to spatial intelligence,

which means that idiot jock
might actually be smart.

So who cares?

I do.

If west is competition,
then I need to know that.

See? You need to know stuff,

because knowing stuff
makes it all less scary.

You know that Sebastian likes you.

For now.

Mouse, when I my mom died,
I didn't think I'd ever recover.

But I am slowly recovering.

But this...

It makes me feel so fragile.

I mean, what if I can't handle this?

What... what if my heart's
not strong enough for this?

For what?

For love.

So what are you going to do?

Break up with him?

Carrie, you can't sabotage this
because you're scared.

Fear is a very good reason, I think.

I just... what happens
if all this stuff,

everything I think
and say and worry about

comes out in front of him,

and he just thinks,
"I don't need this"?

I don't think Sebastian
is much for complicated.

He likes you, Carrie.

But maybe not all of me.

So try to keep it light and fun.

Have you met me?

Yeah. As soon as I said it,
I thought, "yikes."

Aw.

Good luck.

Oh.

Hey, look, it's the other half
of Kyddshaw.

Hey. Yeah, that's me,
one half of the whole,

not that I think of us
as a whole, but yeah. Hi.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Of course, of course.
Never better.

It's weird seeing you here every day.

Yeah, even weirder for me.

I can't believe I will never
see Manhattan again.

I could sneak you in.

Nah. Feel like I should take
the punishment

as the criminal I am.

We are very different.
Yes, we are.

So you wanna hang out local tomorrow?

Um, actually,
I-I have to take my sister

to the library tomorrow,
so I'm not quite sure

of my schedule.
Uh, can we play it by ear?

- Sure. Yeah.
- What?

Nothing. I just know
you like to plan ahead

and know what's in front of you.

No. Not... not me.

Not this girl. No.

Loosey-goosey. Light. Easy.
Keep it simple. That's me.

Okay. Great. Well,
let's play it by ear then.

Good. Just like I like it.

But it... it would probably be better

if we meet up later in the day.

No. You know what?
Forget I said that. Um...

Let's just chat whenever
and see what happens.

All right, of course. Well,
ball's in your court, Bradshaw.

Good. Good.

So I'll see you when I see you.

Which is now. We have
American history together.

- Remember?
- Yeah.

While Sebastian was willing
to let things lie...

Mouse was not.

Hi, Mrs. Daschle.

Oh, hello, dear. You're here
to finish up your filing?

Yes. Thank you for letting me
do this as extra credit.

I find alphabetizing very relaxing.

You are one of a kind.

Yes, I am.

Everything all right?

Yeah.

I'm number two.

Number two
behind that idiot jock west.

Apparently not such an idiot.

Wow. Good grades and sports.
Zoinks.

So what if he's in three sports?

He's not that tall.
How good could he be?

He's the best point guard
Castlebury's ever had.

How do you know that?

School newspaper.
Don't you read it?

Did you know he takes his math courses

I did not. The question is,
how do you?

I looked at his file.

Coming from experience,
you probably shouldn't do that.

Of course I can.

Mrs. Daschle gave me the job
of file assistant.

Does she know you include snooping

in your job description?

I'm not snooping.
I'm learning.

Apparently while I was dating Seth

and destroying my G.P.A.,
I missed a lot,

like west's good grades.

And that.

Ugh. It's almost too much to bear.

What Maggie did to Walt was hideous,

but that... That over there
is an abomination.

How could Walt rub that
in Maggie's face?

He's not exactly rubbing it
in her face

since she's been faking sick
for half this week to avoid him.

I don't know why she's so upset.
She made her own bed.

Well, just because
you caused the problem

doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.

She made a mistake,
and now she's paying for it,

right? Big-time.

I don't think
Walt was very happy, either.

I'm just sorry it ended this way.

Walt with that?

It's so awkward.

But he's still our friend.

My eyes! My eyes!

Seriously, what in God's name
do they have to talk about?

Well, it doesn't look
like they're doing much talking.

Apparently not.

Your cashmere sweater
is so soft. I can't get enough.

I know. I heard a Magnin
is having their winter sale now.

I bet they have tons
of cashmere for sale.

Then we have to go to the mall
tomorrow and shop.

It's a date.

Ah! This'll be fun.

I love spending
my Saturdays at the mall.

Meanwhile, my Saturday
was looking a lot less fun.

So the tournament should last
till around 5:30,

6:00 at the latest.

You sure you're okay
if I take the car?

Mm, it would be better
if I drove you, I think,

to the city, and then Dorrit
could do research for her paper

in a real library.

The Castlebury library will be
just fine for both of you,

and there is no way you are
driving me into the city.

I've been really clear on that...
I know.

That place is off-limits to me.
You made your bed.

And now I get to lie in it.

I just didn't know it was
gonna be such a boring bed.

I can take comfort in the fact

that you're safe
and I know where you are,

and just think about
how much more time

you have for homework and your sister.

You guys can head
over to the library together.

- Goodie.
- Fun.

I'm a 15-year-old who has
to have her sister

walk her to the library.

I win for suckiest life.

Um, I have to spend my Saturday
at the library

responsible for you when I don't
need to be at the library.

Oh, right.
Your life sucks the most.

Carrie, you're lucky I haven't
leashed you to the house,

and, Dorrit, you're lucky
I ever let you out.

What have I ever done?

I'm afraid to even imagine.

So what did you decide
to do your school project on?

Have you picked a date in history

that means something to you?

I bet she chose her own birthday
as the most important day

in the history of the world.

Did not. Some of us aren't
totally into ourselves.

So what did you choose?

Um... none of your beeswax.

Jeez, Dorrit, just trying
to make conversation.

Let's not and say we did.

Okay, then. Let's head out.

Have fun at the gym, dad.
I will.

I mean, not fun fun.

You know, just good, old-fashioned

sports kind of fun.

Not any other kind of fun.

Why are you so weird?

It's all right, dad.
We'll be fine.

Go ahead.

I think you xeroxed
the entire newspaper.

We could have just stayed
at the library

and looked at the microfiche there.

But then I would have had to
spend the whole day with you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh, look, floppy blond wonder's here.

Come on in. I didn't know
you were coming over.

Yeah, I just figured I'd play it
by ear and come on by.

It's okay I'm here, right?

Yeah, of course.
Your dad won't mind?

Totally.
Not at all.

Like your jacket, Dorrit.

Don't suck up to me.

And don't suck face in front of me.

We wouldn't, ever.

But if you wanna do your work
in your room,

I wouldn't say no to that.

Going. Oh, and if you need me,

well, don't.

So... what should we do?

You wanna watch a movie or something?

ugh. Okay, that music
is very distracting.

There's nothing like rage
to keep it romantic.

I'll go yell at her.
I'll be right back.

Dorrit!

Dorrit, seriously...

Crap.

Thanks, and if she shows up,
please, please call me.

Nothing?

No.

I've called everyone,
everywhere she hangs out,

all her friends, everyone she knows,

or at least everyone I know she knows.

I'm coming to terms with the idea

that I know absolutely nothing
about my sister.

Okay, maybe if we go back
over the day,

we can figure out why she ran.
She's Dorrit.

She always runs.
That I do know.

Maybe in this pigsty,
there's some clues

about where she could have gone.

Hey, your sister's kind of
obsessed with the sex pistols.

Her jacket, her music, this newspaper.

Yeah, she's really
into loud, angry music

where you can't understand the lyrics.

All this stuff is about
Sid Vicious and Nancy.

- Why? Does that matter?
- What was her report about?

Um...
An important day to her,

a-a day in history that has meaning.

I figured she chose
the day my mom died.

- Wow. Morbid.
- Yeah, well, it's Dorrit.

She didn't die
on October 12th, did she?

No. Why? Is that the date she chose?

I think so.

Every newspaper she has
is about that day...

October 12, 1978.

Do you know what it means to her?

No idea.

Look, I think she chose
the day Sid Vicious

killed his girlfriend Nancy
at the Chelsea hotel.

Well, it's morbid, so very possible.

Do you think that's where
she could have gone?

Where? Do they have a concert there?

No, they're both dead.

He killed her and then
overdosed a few months later.

Oh, morbid on top of morbid.

Look, I think she went
to the Chelsea hotel.

She got a book on the hotel
and all these articles.

She wanted to go to
to the scene of the crime.

A lot of the people who are
into the sex pistols go there

- to be a part of it.
- Okay.

Let's go.

I can't just run off to Manhattan.

My dad would kill me.

What? We have to?

Well, what if she's out somewhere

riding her bike or something?

I don't even know your sister,

and I can guarantee
that's not what she's doing.

Point taken, but what if you're wrong?

Then Dorrit's wandering around
at the mall, and she's fine,

but if I'm right,
then she's in Manhattan alone.

You ready?

While I tried to figure out
my next move...

Someone else was trying
to figure out his own.

So what should I do?

Please, Misti,
can I have some more?

Seriously, just ask her for another
one. Yeah, but that's the thing.

I didn't even ask her
for the first one.

Ohh, Tommy, you don't know
how lucky you are.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,

or in this case,
a foxy aerobics trainer.

Just enjoy.
So what should I do?

Should I...
Ask her out on a date?

Send her flowers?
Return the favor?

Are you crazy? Send her flowers?

Misti has learned
the most important of lessons.

"It is better to give than receive."

I mean, for us men.

I don't know. I mean,
it wasn't sex sex,

but it was, you know...

She serviced you, my friend.
Just say it.

Yes, and, you know, that's a big deal,

especially for a woman.

Tommy, you have been out
of this game too long.

Things have changed.
Women have changed.

Oh. They couldn't
have changed that much.

Oh, they have. I mean,
if you don't believe me,

just ask a woman.

What kind of woman talks about sex?

Ask Larissa.

Is that the woman who abducted
my daughter? Yeah.

What is she doing here?

We've been... we've been
doing it for weeks.

She's an animal.

Thanks for setting us up, by the way.

I didn't set you up.

Of course you did.

That night at the limelight?

Go on. Talk to her.
She knows a lot about giving...

And then giving some more.

I'm going to take a shower. Okay.

Darling, well done.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean?
I'm here every Saturday.

No, you're not.

I'm here with
the "for the blind bake sale"

every weekend, and you're never here.

Yeah, I am.
I run the meals over

to the senior citizen home
on Saturdays, always.

So you're also a do-gooder.

Why are you suddenly
so interested in me?

Up until that Rubik's cube,
you didn't even know I existed.

Well, now I do. Now that I know
you're competition.

Did you know you're number one
in the class?

I did.

Well, don't get too comfortable,

because that number one spot is mine.

Except you lost it to me.
Not for long.

Admit it. I'm better
at the Rubik's cube than you,

and I get better grades,
and that must be killing you.

You are not better than me.

You just wait.
By June, I will own you.

Have you actually figured out
that Rubik's cube again?

Please. What you did...
Beginner's luck.

If you're so sure you can beat me,

why don't we put it to the test?

A cube-off?

You're on.

Meet me at the diner at 4:00.

If you don't show,
I'll know you're chicken.

Oh, I'm not chicken.

And I hope you like losing.

Losing?

It's not in my vocabulary.

Well, then you'd better look it up.

As mouse prepared for the fight...

I can't believe this was 60% off.

You like it, right?

Donna prepared for the score.

It feels like buttah.

Why don't we take the sweater off

and see how we both look naked?

P.S. I look amazing.

Hey, hey, hey.

I don't wanna rush this, okay?

I don't want it to be
just about sex. Is that weird?

Maybe a little.

It's just...
After Maggie...

I wanna feel like I really know you

before we take the next step.

Wow. That is weird.

Every guy always just wants
to get into my pants.

Can't say I blame them.

Well, maybe this is better.
When it finally happens,

we'll both know
we really knew each other.

I guess.

Now let's see you in that
ton sur ton jumpsuit you bought.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Looking for the train schedule,
which is gone,

because obviously Dorrit took it.

We're not gonna take the train.
Driving's gonna be a lot faster.

We're not going anywhere.
I'm going on my own.

What? Why?

We can be in the city
in an hour if I drive you.

No, you've already caused
enough problems.

Me?

If you hadn't have been here...

If I hadn't let you in,
I wouldn't have been distracted

and lost Dorrit.

You're blaming me.

You can't just show up here
unannounced.

You told me to play it by ear, Carrie.

I was doing what you asked.
I didn't ask you to come here.

You're always getting me in trouble,

and now Dorrit's in trouble
because of us,

because of you.

She would've run either way.

You don't understand.

Every time we're together,
something happens,

and someone gets hurt.

Okay, so we're not talking
about Dorrit anymore.

I shouldn't have let you in.
That was my first mistake.

I just...
I have to go.

I didn't know what was out there,

but I knew it was safer
for my heart to go it alone.

The Chelsea hotel...

So much happened in the haunted halls.

Marilyn Monroe made love here.

The velvet underground
made magical music,

Bob Dylan made a baby in this place,

and I could only hope my sister
had made it here safely.

Dorrit?

Dorrit?

Dorrit!

Dorrit?

Oh.

While I tried not to show
my surprise...

Mouse was trying to guarantee

that there would be no surprises.

And Donna was planning
a surprise seduction.

Aah!

oh!

Are you okay?

What the hell is going on here?

You were blocking the movie?

Most men would pick me
over a movie... any movie.

Correction... every man
would pick me over a movie.

Are you even interested in girls?

Dorrit, thank God you're safe.

What were you thinking?

Anything could have happened to you.

Whatever, Carrie. I'm fine.

I'm with Sebastian.

Yes. I can see that.

Hope you don't mind.
I decided not to do it your way.

Told you driving would be faster.

Can you give us a minute?

Yeah, of course.
I'll be in the car.

Are you gonna stand there
and yell at me or what?

Your call.

Come on, darling.
What's the big deal?

It was a sex act, not a crime.

I am... I'm not
talking about this with you.

It's one thing for guys to talk
about it in the locker room,

but not in mixed company.

Racist.

I meant with a woman.

It's not like women get together
and talk about these things.

Right? I mean, this is a guy thing.

No. Women these days...
We talk about these things.

We have sex the way we want,
live the way we want...

Even take the jobs we want.

We're a new breed,
and we'll take over the world.

One day people will write about us.

I think you're
a little full of yourself.

Damn straight. I wouldn't
want it any other way.

And neither should you.

A man like you should want
a confident woman.

It would do you some good.

I had a confident woman.

Your wife?

Carrie adored her. She talks
about her all the time.

I am not talking
about my life with someone

who took advantage of my daughter.

I didn't know Carrie was 16.

I just thought she had
a good dermatologist.

But, you know, it didn't matter.

Best intern I ever had.
She cared. So passionate.

About going to parties?

Yeah. We have a good time,
but we're also making something,

saying something.

"Interview" magazine comments
on the world, on fashion...

She had a good internship
at a law firm.

She wants to be a lawyer,
which I'm sure you didn't know.

You didn't bother to find out.

That's rich.
Carrie Bradshaw, a lawyer?

Damn straight.

You have no idea who your daughter is

or what she wants.

I know that she was a good kid
before she came to Manhattan,

one who had real goals,
not pipe dreams.

Just because they aren't
your dreams for her

doesn't mean they aren't real
and unattainable.

I know my daughter
better than some party girl

who values clothing and clubs.

My job isn't to let her go wild.
It's to keep her safe.

No, your job is to let her

become the person
that she wants to be.

Welcome to the new world,
tom Bradshaw.

There's a whole world of women...
Complicated women

with our desires
and passions and goals,

and your daughter is one of them.

Carrie isn't a woman.
She's a girl.

A girl's who's gonna grow up soon,

and you can't stop that.

I'm not trying to.
I just...

I want her to grow up right.

It's not a matter of right and wrong.

It's a matter of who
and what she wants to be.

She's a hell of a writer.
Did you know that?

No.

She writes about the world
in a very special way,

like she's seeing it
and learning from it.

She's got a voice.

Let her use it.

Do you have any idea
how difficult it is

to make a living
doing something like that?

It's almost impossible.

I-I don't want her to be disappointed.

She can do it as a...
A hobby.

But what if writing is her calling?

If you don't let Carrie
explore the world

and figure out what she wants to be,

she'll never become the person
she's supposed to be...

Someone who's happy
and loves who she is.

Don't you want that for her?

Of course I do, but...
No, no, there's no "buts""

this is your moment.

What kind of father are you gonna be?

So I get why you wanted to come here,

but I still don't get why
you're so into their love story.

It's not very romantic.
They both died.

So did Romeo and Juliet.

And that's like the most
romantic love story ever.

Yeah, I guess.

It's two people who were
artists and passionate

who couldn't live without each other.

Plus Sid is kinda cute.

Dorrit, he stabbed her with a knife.

Because he loved her so much.

They lived like
every day was their last.

Yeah, and then one day, it was.

You're always so afraid.

There's a lot to be afraid of, Dorrit.

When mom got sick,

I swore to myself I would live big,

even if it was scary
or scared other people.

Well, that explains a lot.

I don't care what happens

'cause it could all just be
taken away anyway,

even if you're a good girl
or do the right thing.

I feel the opposite,

like I have to be so careful
and worry about everything

and everybody because
everything could just go wrong

at any point.

It could. Who cares?

Can't just stop living.

You know stuff.

Got a lot going on
in this brain of mine.

Yeah, me, too.

That's one thing
we both got from mom...

All this thinking.

It's exhausting.

Totally.

You ready to head home?

Let me just take a few more pictures.

I think I saw some
bloodstains up one flight.

Yeah, I'll be outside
for that, and, Dorrit...

Don't worry.
I won't run away again.

I promise.

'Kay.

Oh, and dreamboat?

Sebastian?

Way cooler than I expected
for a pretty boy.

Welcome! Welcome to the cube-off

of the 1985... season.

You're giving this a name?

This day will go down
in the history books.

We're solving Rubik's cubes.

Sure, try to make it seem
like nothing,

since you know you're going to lose.

Oh, get ready to be schooled.

You know the rules.
No use of distraction.

No taking a break for drinks.
No looking...

Are we gonna do this or not?

Let's do it.

Go.

- I know I like girls. I just...
- Don't wanna bang us?

What gave me away?

Oh, honey.
I'm everyone's type,

so if you weren't interested
in screwing me,

something had to be up.

- Sorry.
- Don't be.

I really like hanging with you,
if you still want to.

Sure.
But just as friends.

You've been awesome.

No guy has ever listened to me,

cared about what I thought.

But I like sex, and a lot of it.

And... I'm not gonna be
able to give you that.

I know myself, what I need.

You're lucky.
I have no idea what I want.

I won't say anything, Walt.
I promise. But are you gay?

No. No, I've never been
with a guy or anything.

But do you think you could be?

I know I'm the last person
you think you could trust,

but my older brother's gay.

No one knows except for me.
My dad would lose it.

He lives in Los Angeles now.
He's happy.

I don't know what I am.

It was a hard thing for Walt to admit,

but nice to share it with someone.

The surprising thing was
the person was Donna.

Whoo-hoo! You lose.
Suck it.

you don't win a lot, do you?

I win all the time at everything.

Are you always this gracious?

It was over a half an hour ago.
Nobody cares except for you.

That might be true,
but I am just celebrating

because this is my ride
back to the top.

Valedictorian, here I come.

You're an intense chick.

Threatened?

Impressed.

But as much as I enjoy
your good sportsmanship,

I have to go.

Can't handle seeing the face
of victory in your face?

No. I have to go pick up
my little brother.

See, my mom works nights to give
my brother and I everything,

and since my dad left us,

I've had to take on
a lot of responsibility.

You're from a single mother household?

Yep.

And you're black and an athlete.

That's right. I'm like
a college admissions unicorn...

The trifecta.

What are you?

A non-athlete Asian math genius
with two parents?

Dime a dozen.

Looks like I win after all.

Wave good-bye to Princeton
and Harvard,

because those are mine.

Thank you.

For what? For not
totally bailing on you

when you yelled at me?

Yeah, for that
and taking care of Dorrit...

Taking care of me.

I'm here for you, Carrie.

I know. Just all I can think
in my head is, for how long?

What do you mean?

I wanted to be cool,
you know, easy breezy.

Keep it simple.

But that's not who you are.

No. I'm complicated.

Maybe even a little weird.

And totally terrified.

I know I don't say it
as much as you do,

but I'm kinda terrified, too.

- Really?
- Really.

Oh. I don't know why
that makes me feel better,

but it does.

Me, too.

I know this could all go wrong.

Clearly, there are no guarantees.

But I don't care.

Um... ew. Gross.

Can you take me home now, please?

Yes.

Yeah, let's get you guys home

so your dad doesn't bust our asses.

Did you get any good pictures?

Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi.

How was the tournament?

Uh, we had to forfeit.

Harlan had a date he didn't
wanna miss. Mm, sorry, dad.

Yeah, that's okay.

Wasn't the day that I was expecting,

but... worked out all right.

How'd everything go at the library?

- Good.
- Yeah. Uneventful.

- As in boring?
- No, as in fun.

They say that with knowledge
comes power,

so it's safe to assume
the inverse is also true...

"With no knowledge
comes vulnerability."

What we don't know about
the people we love

or what we don't know
about love, period,

can be scary.

But maybe that fear is okay.

What is out there
that is unknown can propel us

to do more.

Can we talk?

Yeah. Sure.

Okay, you're scaring me a little.

Of course, these days everything
seems to be scaring me a little.

Me, too.

But I don't wanna live
like that anymore.

And I don't want you
to live like that either.

Okay.

I've had a change of heart.

About what?

About Manhattan and...
"Interview" magazine.

What are you saying?

I'm saying...

That I want you
to pursue your dreams...

And figure out who you are
and who you wanna be.

But there will be rules,

and I will be watching you
like a hawk.

Okay.

and don't forget to book
the men on stilts

for the fashion shoot,
and the fire breather.

It can't look like a carnival
without fire breathers.

Yeah, of course.

I still can't believe you convinced
my dad to let me work here.

Darling, I am a very persuasive woman.

No one says "no" to me.

Now let's move on to the April issue.

I never knew exactly
what had transpired

between my dad and Larissa.

Neither one of them told me,
but it didn't matter.

earth to Carrie.

What? Sorry.

Did you not hear me?

Those cafe au laits aren't
going to make themselves.

Hop to it.

Right on it.

All that mattered was that I was back.

Meanwhile, my dad was embracing
life's complications.

- Golf?
- Yeah.

I thought you hated golf. I do,
but if I'm going to compete with west,

I'm going to need to get good
at a sport, and fast.

Hey, did you hear?
Walt and Donna broke up.

Yeah. Has he told you why?

No. But the Jens
are running around town

telling everyone his...
You-know-what...

Is so big,
Donna couldn't handle it.

Let me guess. You guys are
talking about my big penis.

Busted.

But, I mean, are you okay?

Not with the size of your, you know,

but... with the breakup?

I am. Donna and I are not a match.

I'll say.

Although she's a lot cooler
than I expected.

I hope you don't hate me for that.

- No.
- Of course not.

But that doesn't mean we have
to hang out with her, do we?

Ever?

hey.

heard the rumor?

The stuff we don't know
about each other.

It's endless.

You cold?
Yeah, maybe a little.

thanks.

You guys ready to head to class?

- Sure.
- Yep.

All right.

I didn't know what would happen
or where we would all end up,

but for now, we were happy...
Really happy.

It was that simple.

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