And Just Like That... (2021–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Chapter Three - full transcript

Carrie! Carrie!

Carrie!

I'll call you back.

Lisette! Hi.

- Hey.
- Hey, it's so funny to see you here.

I know. I thought
you only existed

in the vestibule of
our apartment building.

- Whatcha doin' here?
- Embarrassingly,

I'm here watching them set up the
party tents for my jewelry show.

Hey, you're one of Bulgari's
three new designers to watch.

There is nothing
embarrassing about that.



Plus, Bryant Park, former
home to Fashion Week?

That's hallowed ground.

You are coming
Friday night, right?

Cocktails in a tent?
That's my wheelhouse.

Good, 'cause you're the
only one I care about.

Well, you and the buyer
from Neiman's. And Saks.

But really just me.

Hey, can I buy you a cappuccino?

Thanks. I gotta run.

Embarrassingly, they
asked me to record

the audio version of
my new book, so...

- Anyway, I'll see you later.
- Okay.

Hey!

You're Carrie Bradshaw.



Nothing embarrassing about that.

- Bye.
- Okay.

Rocco, I'm out front
a little early.

- Out front?
- Yeah.

- I'm right around the corner.
- 'Kay...

Hey! Stop him!

He stole my purse! Help me!

Why is no one helping? Why
are you just standing there?

He stole my purse!

Oh, okay. It's alright.

Hello, you.

That low-life motherfucker.

Can you be more specific?

Someone just stole my Birkin.

- No! Where?
- Right in front of my goddamn townhouse.

Like, in broad daylight.
What's happening to this city?

So, I'm circling the block

in case he took my wallet
and ditched the bag,

like they used to.

Nah. Everyone's
clued in these days.

- Are you okay?
- Not really.

Like, I splurged on that bag

as a gift to myself after
my very first big sale.

I mean, I bought it so long ago,
there wasn't even a waitlist.

And I want to assure you,
the school now has four more

safety guards at each corner.

Is Miranda more of a flower
person or the food-basket type?

I wanna get her a really nice thank
you gift for connecting me with Nya.

- She's doing my doc tomorrow.
- That's so exciting!

Miranda is definitely
more of a foodie

but she is still in LA with Che.

- I can get you that address.
- Yes!

Okay.

To an incident

that's put the entire
Arbor community at risk.

Some of our students
have created a MILF list.

- We are totally getting that list.
- 100%.

Does someone have
something to add?

- No.
- No?

Because you seem very chatty.

Good. I'm glad we're
on the same page.

"It was the kind of day
that would've fallen

into the 'forgotten' file if
it had ended any other way."

I keep messing that up.
I'm so sorry, you guys.

- That's okay. I got it on the other take.
- Okay.

You wanna take a breath or stretch
before we move on to chapter three?

Nope. No, thanks. I
don't need to, thank you.

You are doing so great.

You're still sure you don't
wanna hire an actress?

You know, like, Julianne
Moore, Julianna Margulies?

Any of the Juliannes?

Look, actresses were
fine for your other books

but a memoir this personal
needs to be read by the author.

Carrie, you're still
poppin' your P's a little.

Jimmy's coming in for
another mic adjustment.

- Oh, God, the B.O.
- Oh, no, really? I didn't notice it.

Wait till he lifts his arms.

I can fix the mic!

Okay, just doin' a
little adjustment.

- Thank you.
- Oh, and Gary

wants you to make
sure you hit your T's.

You're swallowing them.
Forgotten, not "forgodden."

Swallowing them?

- Yeah.
- Forgotten. Yeah. Thank you.

Peace out.

Oh, my God.

We're the ones who need a mask.

Okay, I'm gonna do
something about that.

No, no, no, it's okay.
Honestly, it's okay.

I can survive the two days.

Heroic, but we booked for five.

Five days?

My God, any of the Juliannes
could've banged this out in two.

It's a book about
your husband passing.

We wanna make sure you have
enough time. Okay? It's a lot.

Okay. Are we ready

- for chapter three?
- Yep.

I'm gonna go get
you some mint tea.

Amanda, thanks, but I don't,

I don't want you here
waiting on me every day.

I wish.

Sadly, it's back to the
publisher mines for me,

but I texted you Gary's info
in case you have any problems.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Where am I?

Chapter three.

'Kay. Ready.

Recording.

"Chapter Three.

"I came home from the
Manhattan School of Music

"with Beethoven's concerto
still ringing in my ears.

"The sound of the running
shower greeted me.

As I called John's
name, I worried..."

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
I missed a word.

- You okay there?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I guess I haven't
looked at this in a while.

"Remember worrying"?

"I remember worrying..." Wait.

What? That's confusing.

No problem. Let's
just start again.

Okay.

"Chapter Three.

"I came home from the
Manhattan School of Music

"with Beethoven's concerto
still ringing in my ears.

The sound of the running shower
greeted me as I called..."

See, this sentence is
so long I wish I could

cut from here to,

"We had a two-hour drive ahead
of us." Is it okay if I do that?

Actually, no, it's not okay. They
need you to read what's published.

Well, that's a shame
'cause it's really clunky.

I mean, who wrote
this thing anyway?

- Go again.
- Okay.

- Top of chapter three.
- Okay.

"Chapter Three.

"I came home from the
Manhattan School of Music

"with Beethoven's concerto
still ringing in my ears.

"The sound of the running
shower greeted me.

"As I called John's name,

"I remember worrying about
the lateness of the hour.

"We had a two-hour drive
ahead of us, after all,

and time was very
important to John."

Okay, yeah, sorry I did that.
I swallow... I did the...

I swallowed the
"t" on "important."

Yeah, I'm sorry. That's on me.

And, Carrie, I think you can
really afford to slow down.

Take your time. We've
got five days in here.

Yep. That's what I hear.

"How is it going,
my little cannoli?"

- "Dad, can you please not call me that?"
- "So what?

"I'm not allowed to call you
my little cannoli anymore?

"Who am I offending now?

"Pastry or cream?

"I need to talk to..."

- That's my line.
- I'm sorry.

It's okay.

"I need to talk to you."

- "It's not about a nickname..."
- Wait.

Wait, I'm sorry.

The type got all small
again. I hate this new phone.

Can't they just print
these pages out for you?

Not when it's a new scene I just got
that we're rehearsing in an hour.

Okay, let's go from
where the dad sits.

You mean, after
you start crying?

Well, I don't necessarily have
to cry. It's not set in stone.

Well, it says down here,
"Che begins to cry."

And then, "Che cries harder." And
then, the dad says, "Don't cry."

So, I think you have to cry.

Can we please just
run the lines?

Oh, yeah, sure. Okay.

"What do I care what
you call yourself?

You wanna be non-binary, be non-binary.
I just don't wanna lose my little girl."

"You're not losing
me. I'm still me."

"Come on, cannoli. Don't cry.

You know I can't handle
it when you cry."

Do you wanna try to cry?

- No. No, I don't, Miranda.
- Okay, alright.

Because if I cry, it sends a signal
that being non-binary is a tragedy

and that I'm not
happy, which I am.

Correction. Which I
was until I got this

fake-ass shitty scene.

Well, then just tell
'em you won't do it.

No, I've already told them
that I won't have blue hair,

or wear a zoot suit, or do
10 lame they/them jokes.

I...

This is supposed
to be me, and...

Fuck.

Che, what can I do?

- I'm okay.
- You're gonna be great!

And you've still got three
days till the taping,

and I'll be there
cheering you on.

Right?

- Right.
- Yeah.

Alright, come on. I'll drop
you off at your meeting

- on the way to the studio.
- Okay. Thanks.

- Goddamnit!
- What?

How could I miss a call
when the ringer is on?

This android has
a mind of its own.

I can't believe I let the
sales person talk me into it.

And why is Brady ghosting me?

- I haven't heard from him in days.
- Relax.

He's with his girlfriend
in Europe having fun.

Yeah, but...

But that phone is real annoying.

- Get it checked.
- Yeah, I will.

Come here.

And,

that's how I became a professor
at Columbia Law School.

- Really great, Nya.
- Really?

Yes. Now, I wanna double back

and get some more of
your feelings about

- Constance Baker Motley.
- Well, I mean,

how did one woman break all
those race and gender barriers?

She was a...

- I think my mic slipped down.
- Bryan.

- Yeah, I'm on it.
- I'm sorry. I...

- No, it's okay. It's fine.
- I'll get that for you.

Pardon my reach.

- I just gotta look for the culprit.
- Oh yeah, sure. Of course, yeah.

Shouldn't you buy
me dinner first?

You know what? I
really think we got it

and we're running over, so I
think we can just wrap it up.

Copy. If you
might... Oh, okay.

Let me just get it right here.

There it is.

Were you serious
about that dinner?

What? No, I was just joking.

That's too bad.

Hey.

Can I talk to you
about your sound guy?

Bryan? Oh, he's fine, right?

That was a little bit
extra, am I right?

Well, let's just say he
didn't go mic-fishing

on the circuit court judge
I interviewed yesterday.

Okay, well, my husband
and I just separated,

so my mind isn't
working that way yet,

but did you see his
arms in that shirt?

I think your mind
is working that way,

so why don't you give him your
number, and make it quick,

because we are late for lunch.

That's a wrap, everybody.
I'll see you Thursday.

- How's the book taping going?
- Well, day two and, apparently,

I'm still popping my P's
and swallowing my T's.

Turns out, talking, not so easy.

Aside from the P's and the
T's, how are you doing?

It can't be easy
reliving everything.

Just so you know, if you ever need me to
come up there for support, I am there.

I'm fine. I'm fine.

With the exception of this
fast-breaking speech problem,

I'm doin' pretty well.

You are doing really well.

I was just saying
this to Miranda.

The way you've moved on,
we're so proud of you.

Here they come. I thought
maybe they had forgotten.

- Hi! I'm sorry.
- Hi! It's okay.

- Don't worry about it.
- I'm so sorry I'm late.

Hi. You smell good.

It was all my fault.

Yeah, she was just so damn
compelling, we went into overtime.

Well, hurry up. Look at your
menus. We've been stalling.

Wait! I got it!

- I got the list!
- Ordering can wait.

- Wait, I can't open it.
- Wait, what list?

Okay, this is gonna sound silly, but
there's a whole brouhaha at school

about this MILF list
that a kid started.

- A what? A MILF list? For real?
- Yes.

It's basically MILF-gate.

Okay, okay. Here we
go. Downloading, baby.

- How did you get it?
- I will never reveal my sources.

You two are like a regular
Woodward and Bernstein.

For the record, I do think it's
wrong that in this day and age,

women are still being
judged solely for the...

Here it is! We're
number two and three!

I'd switch our order, of course.

No! You totally deserve to be
number two! But who's number one?

Kayla Charles. Finn's stepmom.

- Ooh, yes, she is stunning.
- Yeah.

But don't you think that, technically,
a stepmom should be on a different list?

Well, Nya, surely you
cover this in your class

on "MILF Law in
the 21st Century."

I am sorry.

Our lunchtime fodder is not
usually this lowbrow, I swear.

Really? Who have you
been eating with?

Oh no, listen, I'm enjoying it,

but maybe we should switch
gears and, I don't know,

talk about abortion rights,

or how our democracy
is hanging by a thread,

or how our planet is dying.

Hot sound guy just texted me.

"John lifted his head and looked
up at me from the shower floor.

"Time stopped.

"I couldn't move.

It felt like I stood
there for hours."

- Is she taking a pause, or?
- I don't know.

"But it was only a moment..."

That was a pause.

Hey, Carrie, I think
maybe it's too slow now.

- Okay.
- Maybe split the difference

moving forward.

Let's do that same section
about how long you waited,

but without waiting so long.

Recording.

"John lifted his head

"and looked up at me
from the shower floor.

"Time stopped.

"I couldn't move.

"It felt like I stood
there for hours.

"But it was only a moment.

"He looked so small.

I'd forgotten how big he was."

Guys, I think it's bad for the
author to be this emotional.

You know, it just...

It feels...

- unprofessional.
- Agreed.

Why don't we just skip
chapter three for now,

- and we'll come back to it another time?
- Okay.

Okay, yeah. Let's just...

We'll skip chapter three for
now. We'll come back to it.

- But I hit those T's on "forgotten."
- You did!

Yeah, definitely.

- Definitely heard that. Yeah.
- Definitely heard it.

- Okay.
- Chapter four.

- Oh, you scared me.
- Carrie! Carrie!

Bitsy. Hi.

- Come, come! Sit!
- Yeah? Okay.

- Hi.
- Is my upper lip still red raw?

- No. No, no, no. Not, not really.
- You're too kind.

A $100,000 facelift and
I still have to come here

for a $25 mustache wax.

God's clearly a man.

So, what fabulous thing are you on
your way to or coming home from?

Nothing fabulous. No, I
was recording my new book.

Yes! Loved & Lost.

I just preordered it, Buttercup.

- Thank you.
- I can't wait to see what keen

Carrie Bradshaw perspective you have
for me and all those other ladies

out there who have
lost a husband.

Well, I don't know
about any perspective.

I just...

I just fell apart reading it.

I was suddenly right
back there again.

It was embarrassing.

I thought I was doing so well. I
got through that whole first year.

Honey, the second year
is worse than the first.

That's the dirty, little
secret nobody tells you

because time is passing
and whatever's happening,

you know, good, bad, weird,
he's missing all of it.

So, you feel farther and
farther away from him.

It's...

it's just awful.

But you always, you always
seem so up and about.

Well, I am, some
days. Other days?

I'm just fakin' it, sister.

Well, what's the alternative?

Feeling sorry for myself?

I'll pass along a saying I
heard in my Kabbalah class.

Okay.

"The hole never fills, but
new life will grow around it."

So, your job is to do whatever
you need to plant some seeds.

For me, it was a facelift.

For you, it's probably
something else.

But you do whatever you do
to make yourself feel better.

"As I lifted his
lifeless body...

into my arms... "No. No way.

Hi. You've reached the cell
phone of Gary Schneider.

Leave me a message.

Hi, Gary. It's Carrie Bradshaw.

I just tested
positive for COVID,

so you're gonna have to get
an actress to record it.

I'm so sorry.
Thank you. Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Careful not to move.

Yeah, this looks great.

I guess I'm just feeling a need to
commemorate this moment in my life,

to capture it, you know?

To remember who I am right now and
make sure I never, ever slide back

into the person that
I don't wanna be.

Like the one who stayed at that
corporate law firm for all those years,

- repressing your wants and needs?
- Exactly!

Like a little robot
billing 80 hours a week.

And for what, Ricky?

Well, you know what I do have?

I have some fun robots.

Check it out. The
Jetsons' housekeeper.

Oh, yeah.

Here's my "Lost In Space" guy.

He is popular.

But, what you have to do is
something that's gonna make you

feel most connected
to yourself, Miranda.

You're so easy to talk to.
I really appreciate that.

- Hey, California.
- Oh, thank God you picked up!

I'm on the precipice
of doing something

either really stupid
or totally liberating.

If this involves the
Church of Scientology...

A tattoo.

A tattoo, okay. Yep.
Should've seen that coming.

And I almost did it, I really
almost did because why not?

What's the big fuckin'
deal? It's a tattoo.

Everybody has them now, right?

Right, and everyone's
also having them removed.

True and I'm scared
of commitment.

I can't even pick a
background for my phone.

Ricky thinks it's all connected
to my fear of losing control.

- Miranda?
- Yeah.

It's time for you to
come back to New York.

No! It's fun out here!
It's like pretend-life.

I never want it to end.

So, what about you?

Charlotte says the
recording is going great.

Actually, no.

They had to get an actress.

I wasn't able to finish.

Oh no! Why couldn't you finish?

Turns out,

I have COVID.

You really buried
the lede. COVID!

It finally got you.

Yeah, so much for studying
my blood in a lab.

- So, how are you feeling?
- Zero symptoms.

You know, I wouldn't even know
I had it, except for the test.

No, please don't worry about me.

You have enough to worry about
with your, you know, your tattoo.

What about a robot?

Fine, but nowhere
it can be seen.

Did ya think I was
gonna get it on my neck?

I'm not joining a gang out here.

Good. Okay. Bye.

- Hello.
- Miranda told me.

I am so sorry. What can I bring?

Soup, roast chicken?
I'm making basmati rice.

It's all Harry wanted
when he had it.

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

I'm one of the lucky ones, so
please don't worry about me.

- And please don't send anything.
- Too late.

I already messengered
over a box of Varsano's.

They should be there within the hour.
I got the salted caramels you love.

Oh, my God.

Motherfucker.

Jesus Christ!
$24 for gazpacho?

That's $2 worth of soup and
$22 worth of "they have balls."

Another way the city robs you. You
know what the hardest thing is?

That bag had sentimental
meaning, and it's gone.

Yeah, I hear you.

Back in the day,
a trick once stole

my father's gold money
clip right in front of me.

Why didn't you stop him?

I was handcuffed to my bed.

I'm texting Carrie.

It's not like her
to be this late.

Shit. Forgot.

Carrie's not coming.

She just tested positive for
COVID. Now she's got COVID?

That's very off-trend for her.

Well, I heard the board has the
MILF culprit in there right now,

but they won't identify him.

Shockingly, I heard it was Milo.

- Wait, Milo W.?
- No, Milo H.

The kid who wore his night
brace all through sixth grade,

- even on picture day?
- Yeah, the one who couldn't

say his S's?

Well, the nerds are
always the pervs.

You guys, I am not
comfortable with this.

I mean, we are talking
about a little boy here.

- Is that Milo H.?
- "H" for hot.

Why do I feel like
Blanche DuBois?

The Arbor School needs to send a
message that there is zero tolerance

for misogyny of any kind.

Which is why this
breach and punishment

will remain on the
student's record

throughout the college
application process.

Really, Greg? On his record?

Yes, Charlotte.

If I may,

isn't that a little extreme?

I mean, given the boy's age and
relatively benign intentions,

is such harsh punishment
really warranted?

I have to agree with
Charlotte on this one, Greg.

Isn't this an opportunity
for us to demonstrate

our commitment to
restorative justice?

You're just saying that because
you're two and three on the list.

Are we?

Come on! We all saw the list.

Greg.

We think it should
be one and two.

It has just come to my attention

that a group of
Arbor School mothers

was overheard objectifying a
male student in the hallway.

- Were they?
- Were they?

Yeah.

Welcome to Warner Brothers Studio
for this live studio taping!

Brady? Finally! Hello! Are
you still in Amsterdam?

Mom, where have you been? I've
been calling since yesterday.

- You never answer.
- I'm sorry.

It's this new phone. I don't
hear it ringing half the time.

I called you, like, 10 times.

Are you crying?
Brady, what's wrong?

Luisa broke up with me.

What?

- Why?
- I don't know.

She just bolted to
Florence. It's over.

Oh, fuck.

- What was that?
- A car almost hit me. I wish it had.

Don't say that! Honey,
you're scaring me.

Did you talk to Dad?

Yeah, but I really wanted you.

Mom, I gotta go.

- I gotta go.
- What?

No, no, no, no,
no. Don't hang up!

I'm crying too hard.
People are looking.

Let them look. Listen to me.

I want you to get
to the hostel safely

and call me from there.
What are you gonna do?

Call you from the hostel.

Good. Call me back. I love you.

All phones must be off and
placed in a locked pouch

until after the taping!

No exceptions! No exceptions!

Phone goes in this pouch.

Phone goes in this pouch.

I don't have a phone.

I lost it on the beach.

And you didn't use Find
My or get a replacement?

It just happened, and honestly, I've
never felt more relaxed in my life.

I hear that.

- Okay, go ahead.
- Okay, thanks.

So excited.

- Hi, Amanda.
- I have good news for you.

- You got a Julianne?
- Better. I got you an extra week.

Hello?

Yeah, I'm here.

Carrie, this book deserves the
authenticity of your voice.

Even though I know it's the last thing
you wanna be putting yourself through.

With the COVID. I mean.

Well, I guess we'll just, you know,
have to see how I feel next week.

Hey, no way.

I mean, do you remember
when your cousin

Lenny came out as gay?

You know, that, that night
right after putt-putt golf?

I was cool with it. I
mean, I was surprised.

You know, for a gay kid,
he could really putt-putt.

Putt-putt, Dad? Come on.
You're not-not getting it.

Well, I may not-not be gettin'
it, but I am-am getting an ulcer.

Come on. Sit down, sit down.
Talk to me, my little cannoli.

Dad, can you please
stop calling me that?

What? I'm not allowed to call
you my little cannoli anymore?

Who am I offending now?

The pastry cream or the shell?

I'm trying to be true to myself,

but I'm afraid to let you down.

You're not lettin' me...

Honey, what do I care
what you call yourself?

You wanna be non-binary,
be non-binary.

You wanna have a
Bob's Big Boy haircut,

that's your hair, not mine.

I just don't wanna
lose my little girl.

Dad, you're not losing me.

I'm still me.

And I love whoever you are.

- What, what is that?
- What is that?

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
- Fuck!

- Oh, God. I'm, I'm...
- Are you fucking kidding me?

- I'm so sorry.
- Mom, why are you FaceTiming me?

- You were doing so good, don't worry.
- No phones, everybody!

There are supposed to
be no goddamn phones!

I'm gonna call you
back. Excuse me, sorry.

Pardon me. I'm so sorry.

Excuse me. My son is in crisis.

- I'm in crisis.
- I'm so sorry.

Relax. Relax. Everybody,
relax. Look, come on.

Mistakes happen. We
can do it again, right?

Lady with the phone, just so you
know, you just ruined our big moment

and we're never gonna be
able to get back there

because Che is not an
actor, they're a stand-up.

No, no, no.

I think they're
doing an amazing job.

What do you say, everybody?

- A little hand for Che? Come on.
- Oh, no, Tony, Tony, Tony...

Let's do another.

Alright? Hey, before
my sauce burns.

The man, the myth, the lasagna!

Okay. Okay, so, we're gonna go
back to where we were before...

- I believed you.
- That lady's pants started to ring.

Now, you all remember,
Che was at the table

and she was asking her dad

to accept her for who she is.

For who they really are!

They, they, they, they, they!

No, he didn't explicitly say
he wants to kill himself,

but he said he wished the car
had hit him and I'm freaking out.

First, take a deep breath.
Everything's gonna be okay.

You said that Brady is
flying home late tonight?

Yes. He gets in early tomorrow
morning, New York time,

and I'm on a 8:00
flight tonight from LA.

Do you think I'm overreacting?

No, no, I think this is smart.

But this might just be
a moment that he's in.

It's just so unlike him.

Meanwhile, Che is still taping
the pilot and probably hates me.

Oh, my God, it's such a mess.

Do not worry about
Che right now.

You are doing the right thing.
There is nothing more important.

- Thank you for saying that.
- Brady's gonna be okay.

- I love you.
- I love you, too. Bye.

Here's a little-known Warner
Brothers' studio lot fact.

Who...

Who is it?

It's Seema with lunch. I
snuck in with the UPS guy.

Oh, gosh!

Hey.

"Oy Vey"?

I...

I don't have COVID. I faked it.

Good, because this mask is chic,
but definitely not up to code.

Now I feel bad about
lying to my publisher.

And worse, about lying
to my two oldest friends.

But they've already
been so there for me.

You know, I just can't put
them through more of this.

There's gotta be like
an expiration date

on how much grief you can
ask a friend to support.

Well, not if they're
true friends.

I wasn't there for the
first round, but I am now.

I'm all ears.

I hate feeling sorry for myself.

Carrie, something
horrible happened to you.

You are allowed to feel
sorry for yourself.

And if you don't wanna go
out of this house, don't.

Just crawl into that bed, lay down,
pull the covers over your head

and you just feel
whatever you need to feel.

Nope, nope.

I'm not a "take
to the bed" type.

I know, girl. You're strong.

I was in a fetal
position over a handbag.

No, no, no. Not just
a handbag. A Birkin.

It was your Birkin. It
meant something to you.

Not that I'm equating
the two losses,

- but I kinda am.
- You kind of are.

Gosh. It's Lisette.

I promised her I'd go to her
pop-up Bulgari show tonight.

- Well, you're not going.
- No, no, no, no. I have to go.

She's, you know, she's a friend.

She doesn't know
I have fake COVID.

Okay, Che.

You can wait in your trailer,

and I'll come get you when
they need you for pick-ups.

- Okay.
- Hi.

I tried to get back in,
but they wouldn't let me.

I can't imagine why.

Could we?

Yeah, yeah. Beth, do you
mind giving us a second?

Sure thing. You want this?

- It's pretty sunny...
- No, thank you.

Okay.

Listen, I'm really sorry.

- That was awful.
- Yes, it was.

Brady called me sounding suicidal.
He's been trying to reach me for days.

Luisa broke up with
him in Amsterdam.

I've never heard him cry
like that. It scared me.

And I was so afraid
to miss another call.

You ruined the family scene!

Well, I had my own family
scene, and it was real.

- Oh. Okay.
- So,

I'm not gonna be able to
see the rest of the show.

I'm on an eight o'clock flight and,
hopefully, I'll beat Brady home.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm
sorry. You're leaving LA?

- Yeah.
- Miranda, let's just...

Let's just calm down, alright?

It's a kid, and it's a
breakup, and it's part of life.

Okay, but it's my kid. The
most important thing to me.

You don't know what
that feels like.

Then I guess we're even.

Hey.

Sorry. They want you
in hair and makeup

- for touch-ups now.
- Yeah, no problem, no problem.

Do what you gotta do.

Che!

I'm really, really sorry.

Could we not say goodbye
on a yucky note like this?

Yeah. Okay.

Sure. I hope that Brady's okay,
alright? I really do. I do.

- Thanks. Me too.
- 'Kay.

- Go, go. We'll, we'll talk later.
- Okay.

Copy.

The show is gonna be huge!

I wondered what she was doing
downstairs all this time.

Look at this. It has a
barrette. Can you believe?

It's so pretty.

- Bet that's the Neiman's buyer.
- Hi!

I smell a sale.

So happy for Lisette.

These are some gorgeous pieces,

- and this is the worst Bellini ever.
- I'm sorry.

Why is that cater-waiter
picking up the jewelry?

I don't know. Maybe
he's moving it?

Into his pocket?

Gimme your necklace.
And you. Your ring.

- Seriously? Is this happening?
- This is happening.

What's he doing?

What the fuck is this guy doing?

Hey, this cater-waiter
is stealing my shit!

Security, help!
Somebody, do something!

I have COVID!

Security! Someone!

Hey! This guy is stealing
my stuff! Somebody, help me!

Help! Somebody, help!

That's enough. Necklace, now!

No, please. Please.

This is my nameplate necklace.
It means everything to me.

I don't think so, punk.

Fuck.

- You have a gun?
- Security, help me!

Can someone help, please?

Where in the motherfuck were
you clowns? They took...

Look at all my stuff. It's gone!

- Oh, my God.
- Where were you?

Oh, my God. They got
almost everything.

Miss, you can't smoke in here.

Yeah? Like I'm the problem?

- Honey?
- Mom.

Sweetie.

Oh, honey.

It's okay.

- Everyone's breaking up.
- We're not.

It's okay. I'm not
goin' anywhere.

It's okay. You're home now.

You're home now. It's okay.

- Alright, hold up.
- Here ya go.

Come on! How much longer?

Are we even moving?

Garbage truck. Third one today.

I'm just gonna walk home.
It's just around the corner.

This city...

What a cutie. May I pet it?

Hey! Who's a beauty?

You are. Yes, you are, you are.

Oh, my God.

No!

Lisette, it's Carrie.

Lisette?

I know the key was only meant for
emergencies, but this felt like one.

I brought some chocolates
my friend sent me.

I can't eat the whole box
alone. I mean, I could, but...

Yum.

How are you?

It's gone.

Everything I worked so hard
to make, and it was perfect.

I have to start all over again.

I know how you feel.

May I join you?

At some point, we'll
have to get up.

But not now.

"And as I held on to
John one final time,

"the rising water
on the shower floor

turned the blue of my
wedding shoes black."

Okay, that's
chapter three. Done.

We got all the pick-ups? Yeah?

- We're good.
- Done, done.

That's all she wrote.

You did it, Carrie.

Yep.

I did it.

A toast. To the classy,
old-fashioned mugger

who just took my wallet
and tossed my purse.

Absolutely. To New York City.

The good and the bad.

And by bad, do you mean
this communal table?

Hey, ladies! Cheers to you.

Cheers!

- Where're you in from?
- I'm New York City, born and bred.

What about you, mate?

Very good. Yes, we're
all from Sydney.

We're here on a rugby trip.

We're having a bloody good
time in New York City.

- Right, boys?
- That's right.

Hey there, "born and bred." We
only have two more days here,

so how 'bout we slide down, buy
you a round, and you can tell us

what we need to see
before we leave?

Okay, I'm into New York again.

Let's get this party
started over here.

And just like that...

I got COVID.